#who says that being a family means you can’t throw shade ??

[raamitsu]

“first of all he definitely went to hell” while talking about Geto lol BASED MIGUEL 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

[iarchmybaculaa]

18+!

Tags/warnings⚠️: Alcohol consumption, club setting, misunderstandings, angst if you squint, long haired Jungkook, Reader is a brat, angry Jungkook, unprotected sex (please do not practice that irl), rough sex, spitting!, breeding kink

Word count: 3.6k

🎧 : Sticky Rice-Lil Gnar, Reminder-The Weeknd, Party Monster- The Weeknd

For my loves: Tasara & @hobicakess 🩷

Beta’d by Shaq🫶🏾

A/N: I randomly found an edit in my gallery that inspired this whole thing. HEAVILY unedited bc I’m extremely sleep deprived rn so pls be nice!

Fic takes place about 4 years before "All mine" ! Enjoy?

Being married to Jungkook has single-handedly disproved every doubtful remark you've heard from everyone trying to convince you that it would be ill-advised to get married so young.

Contrary to what you've been told, the spark between has not died. In fact, you think that you find something new to love about Jungkook every day.

His love has never once not been intentional and gentle. You've never experienced being with someone who is so in tune with your body, with your mind, with your soul. Jungkook sees loving you as a competition; his only rival being his past selves.

There is no adventure that Jungkook would want to experience without you. There’s no bridge he wants to cross without holding your hand; no dance he wants to do without you beside him….or rather bent over in front of him as you are now.

The low lights of club Euphoria had switched to a dangerously deep shade of red, casting a sinful glow on your already ridiculously seductive face. Your eyes were low, whether it was from the few drinks you'd had earlier or the thick cloud of hookah smoke that floated around the club, Jungkook didn't know.

What he did know however, was that he had the most beautiful woman in the world throwing her ass back against him, in a dress so tiny that your cheeks were becoming more and more exposed as he thrust his hips forward to meet yours.

You move in sync with the music, your bodies in perfect harmony as the people around you become a blur. In that moment, it's just you and Jungkook. You and your husband.

You feel the cool air travel further up your legs as you dance. You reach behind you to pull your dress down, more out of habit than anything. You hear Jungkook groan as your hand ‘accidentally’ presses against his crotch, and you can't suppress the small giggle that escapes you.

It's a low sound, so realistically, Jungkook can't hear it that well over the near deafening music…But he sees the way your body shakes a bit. You shake the same way when you laugh at your own jokes or Jungkook's clumsiness; and he knows you well enough that he can practically hear the sound in his head.

Fuck he's in love with you.

He's so lucky to have you. He can't wait to live the rest of his life with you, to have a family with you, to take you home and fu-

His train of thought is cut off by the harsh vibration of his phone in the pocket of his slacks. He grabs your waist to stop your movements, and you stand upright. You raise a questioning brow at him.

“It's Namjoon hyung” he mouths, pointing to the phone at his ear.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. Namjoon had been on a work trip to London for the past few ( painfully long) weeks, and he still refuses to acknowledge the time difference. You two have grown to accept it, even if it means that he calls Jungkook at the most ridiculous (sometimes inconvenient) times.

The crackle of the receiver lets Jungkook know that Namjoon is talking, but he can’t make out a word he’s saying. Jungkook quickly realizes that he couldn't possibly have this conversation inside the club, so he gestures towards the door.

“I'm going to take this outside,” he says with his lips pressed up to your ear. “Do you want to come with me? Or will you be okay ‘till I get back?”

“I'm a big girl!” You pout up at him, pushing his glasses further up his nose with your pointer finger . “I’ll be fine, go take your call! Tell Joon I said hi.”

He nods and plants a quick kiss on the crook of your neck. He strokes the side of your face with his thumb and promises to be right back, before he turns on his heels. You watch as his head disappears into the crowd, leaving you standing alone and regrettably bored.

With Jungkook gone, you have nothing else to do since you two had come alone. You think standing around in a club like someone with a lost shadow would be incredibly lame. So you do what any unoccupied, married person in a club would do, you make your way to the bar to get a drink…or two.

By the time Jungkook gets back you're just a little tipsy.

You're not a stranger to alcohol per se, but unlike Jungkook who's been around enough liquor to know what blends would be good for you (strong enough to make you feel good, but not enough to make you lose your inhibitions); you don't know much (not enough if you ask him). You think of calling him, but your phone is in your purse… perched on jungkook’s shoulder.

So you do the most logical thing you can think of, and you order the prettiest sounding drink on the menu. Who can blame you?

You’re just a girl.

~

Two cups of Serendipity later, you're back in Jungkook's arms feeling absolutely giddy and incorrigibly horny.

The lights in the club are a dark blue now, and the music is even louder. Jungkook looks exactly the way he did when he left.

Sexy as all fuck.

Long hair tucked behind his hair on one side? Check.

Denim shirt? Check.

Tattoos? Double check.

Damn.

MINE! MINE! MINE!

You're not sure where he put his glasses, but you make a mental note to ask him before you leave. You do not need a repeat of the Geum putdwaeji Sikdang* incident. You know from experience that Jungkook and contacts don’t mix; and it would take over three weeks for them to get replaced…Not a fun time.

And right now? All you want to have is fun.

Jungkook’s mouth is moving, but your brain is moving too fast (or too slow) to read his lips and you can’t hear him. But his hands pull you toward him by the waist and you lean into his touch.

Your back is turned to his front as you move slowly against him the second you hear “she’s saying baby saenggakaji ma” float over the speakers.

Jungkook moves in sync with you as he always does, but his hands remain at your waist, almost rigid. His touch is shy and..Timid? His hands don’t trail up towards your breast, or towards your belly button. You find it odd, and downright ridiculous.

You grab his hands to take them upwards, and you’re instantly confused. There’s ink on both his hands? You pause.

When did Jungkook get a sleeve on both hands?

His lips brush faintly against your ear, and you’re suddenly hyper aware of the absence of the cool metal of the rings that should be in his lip.

You don’t hear a thing except the erratic beating of your heart.

Then the inconceivable happens.

Jungkook stands in front of you, arms folded across his chest and eyes glaring at you through his glasses. The lights above you start flashing, and they bounce off his shiny, silver lip rings.

But if Jungkook is in front of you…who the fuck is behind you?!

You think you might faint.

As confused as you might have been about the situation, you knew two things for sure:

1. You needed to get as far away from not- Jungkook as possible

2. You're screwed.

Not-Jungkook seems to realize your mistake, and moves his hands from your waist so can step away from him; you rip yourself away from him as if his touch burns.

You open your mouth to say something to Real- Jungkook, but your brain goes blank.

You're too dunk for this.

Jungkook gives you a quick once- over to make sure that you're unharmed, before taking a gentle hold of your wrist. He tucks you behind him as he gives Non- Jungkook a piece of his mind.

The ringing in your ears has become so loud can't even hear the music anymore, much less their argument. Your brain feels like it's been doused in water, and you feel an unwarranted giggle making it's way up your throat. You swallow it down.

Now's not the time.

From what you can see, Real Jungkook and Not-Jungkook are having a very spirited conversation. Real Jungkook seems to be holding his composure quite well, until Not-Jungkook says something that causes his jaw to tick and his hands to form fists at his sides.

But instead of throwing a punch, Jungkook takes a deep breath and walks away, pulling you behind him.

Not- Jungkook waves at you.

You don't wave back.

Jungkook is silent as he leads you out of the club and towards your car. You say nothing as he opens the passenger door and watches as you sit inside.

“Do your feet hurt?” He asks

You shake your head at him. Still, he couches on his knees and unbuckles your heels, giving your calves a brief massage before he straps you into your seat. He closes your door and grabs a bottle of water from the back seat. He hands it to you as he settles behind the steering wheel.

“Drink.” He commands. His voice isn't necessarily angry but you can hear something bubbling beneath the surface. The restraint he's exercising is audible in his voice, and for some strange reason…it excites you.

He pulls out of the parking lot slowly, careful not to accelerate too fast so your water doesn't spill.

The fog around your brain is almost completely lifted by the time you've finished the bottle. Jungkook glances at you for a moment, and releases a satisfied hum when he sees the crumpled plastic in your lap.

He doesn't smile though.

His jaw is tense and his body is rigid in his seat. He isn't touching you and you don't like it.

“Jungkook,” you say, reaching over to touch his thigh

“Are you sure?”

You look at him confused. “Am I sure about what?’

“Are you sure I'm Jungkook?”

There it is.

You have the audacity to scoff at him.

“ Of course I'm sure it's you Jungkook. Don't be ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?! You were literally grinding your ass all over some random dude you thought was me but I'm being ridiculous?!”

Your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. You know that Jungkook has all right to be upset, fuck you're upset at yourself for making such a terrible mistake. Jungkook has all right to reprimand you, but your mouth just won't cooperate with your brain. All the brat inside you heard, was Jungkook rubbing in something that you were already very embarrassed and flustered about and it just didn't seem fair.

If you thought about it…This was all Jungkook's fault really!

“ Well it's not my fault that you look like every other Korean dude with a perm!!”

The car comes to an abrupt stop as Jungkook slams the breaks.

“Excuse me?”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms at your chest. Jungkook’s eyes flick down to where your tits are bulging, but only for a moment of course.

“Stuttering is your thing Jungkook. You heard me.”

“You’ve actually lost your fucking mind.” Jungkook marvels at you, completely in disbelief at your misplaced attitude.

“I should have bent you over my lap and spanked your ass raw in that fucking club for everyone to see… But I let you off so easy, because I knew you made the mistake because you were drunk; and this is the thanks I get?”

“No.” You quip, “I’m not thanking you in any way.”

The tension between you is as thick as it was during the first 3 months of you two flirting with each other. You were both in college, desperately holding on to the title of “study partners ” even though you kept finding yourselves in compromising positions.

You were both playing a timeless game of cat and mouse. A metaphorical tug of war. Jungkook would push and you would pull; now it appeared that you were having a rematch.

He sucks the pierced side of his lip into his mouth.

You want him so bad.

Jungkook’s eye twitches.

“You’re asking for it, you know that?” He asks, face so close to yours that you can practically taste him on your tongue.

“Give it to me then.” You challenge.

Jungkook leans forwards, and you close your eyes in anticipation of a kiss.

But Jungkook doesn’t kiss you. Instead, he sinks his teeth deep into your neck, though not hard enough to break skin.

You moan at the sting, reveling in the way his soft tongue soothes his claim.

He pulls away and runs his thumb over your lip, eyes darkening.

“Did he kiss you?” He grits out.

You frantically shake your head no.

It's then that you realize just how bad this could have truly been for you. Jungkook was right. You were getting off easy.

Jungkook pries your mouth open.

“Tongue out.” he says.

You loll your tongue out and look up at him expectantly for what you know is coming. Jungkook looks directly into your eyes as he spits into your waiting mouth. You swallow without being told to; it's almost like a reflex.

Jungkook is pleased.

“Who does that taste like, baby?”

“Tastes like you,” you reply.

Jungkook hums.

He grabs your hand and brings it over to his lap. Your breath hitches when you feel the telltale rigidness of a boner in his jeans. Your heart skips a beat as you realize how painfully hard he is.

You need him.

“What does that feel like, baby? Hm? Does that feel like me? Or are you not sure?”

You whine as he rolls his hips up into your palm. “It feels like you Jungkook, I want it.”

Jungkook’s face contorts into one of mock contemplation.

You hate when he gets like this, when he pretends to consider giving you what you want when you both know it's not going to happen.

"You want to know what I think?" he muses rhetorically.

"I think I've let you get away with a little too much lately. I've always told you that your mouth is going to get you in trouble, but I've never made good on that promise, have I?" He chuckles darkly. "Maybe it's time I change that, hm?”

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest and you feel a shiver of anticipation zoom down your spine.

“Unzip me.”

Your body is in autopilot as you undo his zipper and lean forward to take him inside your mouth.

He pulls you backwards by your braids, and brings his hand around your throat.

“You're gonna take me in your mouth and you're going to keep it there until we get home.” He growls out at you

“No licking, no sucking, no moving. By the time we get home I'll be tattooed so deep in your fucking brain that you'll never mistake someone else for me ever again.” he bites out.

But in true Jungkook fashion he brushes his lips gently against yours, then he shoves his dick down your throat .

The ride home is filled with the obscene noises of you trying not to choke on Jungkook's cock.

Your eyes are watering and your nose burns from how hard you've been breathing through it. Your chest feels hollow and your jaw aches, but you're too fucked out to care.

Jungkook's cargo pants are thoroughly soaked from the way your saliva has dripped all over him. You're sure it's beginning to get uncomfortable for him to sit like this: cock hard and throbbing and in your warm, wet mouth. Yet, he sits perfectly still; unmoving.

His breaths come out in slow, controlled gasps, and it becomes exceedingly clear to you that It's taking as much effort from Jungkook not to snap his hips upwards and fuck your throat; as it is for you to not give him an actual blowjob.

The realization is absolutely riveting.

When Jungkook pulls into the driveway of your flat, he lifts your chin up , and his dick slides out of your mouth with a wet plop.

You both try to catch your breath, chests heaving and hearts thumping. Jungkook tucks himself back into his pants, and takes a deep breath before he gets out of the car.

Like the gentleman he is, he walks over to the passenger side of the car and holds your door open for you. But when you don't make any efforts to get up, he bends down and looks expectantly at you.

You pout at him and point to your feet.

You're barefoot. Of course.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, grabs you by the waist, and tosses you over his shoulder. You squirm a bit, and Jungkook promptly delivers a warning slap to your ass which settles you completely.

He opens the front door and kicks it shut behind him, waiting until he hears the security alarm activate before he moves towards your bedroom.

He tosses you on the bed and flicks the light on. Your chin is slicked with spit, you tits are spilling out of your dress, and the curly hair in your braids are sticky to the thin sheen of sweat on your face.

You look a mess.

A hot, beautiful mess that Jungkook made. His pride swells, along with another part of him.

Jungkook turns his back to you as he takes his shirt off.

“You know I love you right?,” he asks, putting his glasses on the nightstand. He tosses his shirt onto the ground and walks over to the bed. “You know that there's nothing in the world that could ever make me stop loving you?” He asks, now face to face with you as he strokes your chin.

‘I do,” you reply, your voice comes out more of a whine than you actually want it to.

“That's great baby, because this is going to feel like I fucking hate you.”

***

You both cry out when Jungkook finally slips inside you.

You've come to accept that no matter how many times you've taken him, how many times you will take him you'll never not be taken aback by the way his cock stretches you.

The lights are on, and so you can see Jungkook in all his glory. You can see way his biceps bulge and the way his abs tense. You the way his face contorts as your pussy practically suffocates him.

“ You like what you see baby?” He taunts, “had to make sure that you can actually see who's fucking you hm? Wouldn’t want you to make another mistake now would we?”

He spits the word out as if it pains him to say, and translates that pain into a vicious snap of his hips that has you lurching forward, clawing at his chest.

His thrusts are all the same. Carefully calculated and deliciously hard. His tips brush against your gspot with every fluid movement of his hips, and all you can do is whine and beg.

At one point Jungkook slows down to a torturous pace. Pulling out of you the moment he's just shy of your gspot. You can't handle being teased, you won't. You decide to up the ante.

“Jungkook,” you moan out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he grinds into you “please make me cum daddy”

Jungkook freezes and his hips stutter.

You've never called him that before.

For a moment you regret letting it slip out of your mouth. That's until you see the crazed look that comes into Jungkook's brown eyes.

He wraps his hand around your throat and starts pistoning his hips into you.

“Daddy huh?” He grits out as your juices start leaking down your thighs and unto the skin of his stomach “ is that what you want baby? Wanna make me a dad? Hm? Maybe that way people will keep their fucking hands off you huh?”

“Jungkook please!” You scream, tears pooling in your eyes from how desperately you want the sweet release you've been denied.

“You gonna let me put a baby in you princess? Gonna let me stake my claim on you for everyone to see?” He demands as he stills to a stop inside you.

“Fuck, Jungkook yes! Please I'll do anything you want just please!” You cry

Jungkook finally drives his cock upwards, it's curved head hitting your gspot at the perfect angle. Your orgasm rips through your body so violently that you sink your fingernails so deep into Jungkook's bicep that you break skin.

You cum in spurts, coating him in a thick sheen of your arousal. Jungkook cums with you, no longer being able to resist the pleasure that your body was bringing him.

Jungkook's cum spills out of him in a long, steady stream. You feel the warmth as it seeps inside you, and you clench around him reflexively, determined to keep all of it inside.

“You wanna have my babies so fucking bad.” Jungkook mumbles into your hair, voice hoarse and laced with fatigue.

And do, you mean to say, , though it never actually comes out of your mouth.

Instead, you hug jungkook to your chest, legs wrapped securely around his waist as sleep consumes you.

Fin.

[biolumien]

and with it, a gentle place...

pt 3 to the samurai!hoshina fic. pt 1 and pt 2 are here.

notes: happy hoshina episode.

samurai!soshiro hoshina x fem!reader i dont think any warnings apply but if there are, please let me know ;-; word count: 1359

as it turned out, being the wife of a samurai was far more boring than you could have ever imagined. your life was largely consumed by general diplomacy and far more paperwork. your husband was gone frequently, often complaining about some kind of diplomacy with the narumi clan. 

it left you with hardly anything to do, in any case. 

or well, you could stare languidly out into the distance. that was something you did quite frequently, staring stormily out into beautiful gardens in tedium. you supposed you could technically throw a fit, throw something at a wall, or start acting irrationally–but that might besmirch your newlywed husband’s reputation for most diplomacy. 

so you settled for your naginata.

you spent most of your waking hours in the gardens of your new home, practicing diligently till your movements became a slow and elaborate kind of dance. as new lady of the house, it was your duty, your responsibility, or so you had been told, to defend the house in case it ever came under attack. and the weakened hoshina clan, with a dent in its beautiful, gilded reputation, may come with no shortage of enemies or people who wanted to take advantage of the rapidly forming power vacuum. 

you doubted any real assassination attempt on the new lord of the house would happen, but you trained anyway. you wondered why, as you slashed downwards in a circle, why you would bother with defending a man who was a total stranger to you. why go to the effort? why exist in this loop of tedium and boredom, with so little reward? for a husband who was so busy in his diplomacy efforts that he couldn’t spend time with you? but then again, why did it bother you that he never had time for you? you’d never wanted to be married to him in the first place!

you lower your naginata, letting the blade touch the floor. 

“so you’re the lady of the house!” 

a voice startles you out of your reverie.

your husband is standing next to a younger man, his eyes widened with excitement. his hair was a startling shade of almost white, dressed in shades of soft green. his obi is a dark purple. 

“you’re getting quite good at that,” soshiro says, stepping down to meet you. his kosode is in a dark purple again, layered with a black kataginu vest over top. he cut an intimidating figure, in any case, and he bows to you with a measured smile. “the naginata, i mean. i’m quite flattered you’re putting your all into this.” 

“of course,” you respond, your voice as sweet as honey, edged with venom. “it’s my duty, of course, as the lady of the house now. who’s this you’ve brought with you?”

“oh, him? pardon my manners.” soshiro laughs, but you can’t quite figure out what’s funny. “this is one of my retainers. ichikawa reno. reno, this is my wife. i told you about her already on the way here.”

“nice–nice to meet you,” reno says, bowing to you. “i wanted to meet you!”

you lower your naginata to your side. 

“why?” you ask. “i mean, pardon me.” you laugh, raising your sleeve to your mouth to hide the smile. “i just thought that most samurai of your stations would not bother.”

“well–even so, i’m not most samurai,” reno says, and you laugh at the absurdity of that statement, fully. his face flushes a little bit, and you reach out to pat him on the head.

“don’t worry about that, ichikawa. i am quite flattered you deigned to introduce yourself to me.” you smile, and reno nods. 

“of course.” 

“now, now, reno,” soshiro says, patting reno on the shoulder. “why don’t you give me and my wife some privacy for a second?”

“okay,” reno says, bowing to soshiro, and then to you before rushing off.

you watch reno leave, a soft huff leaving your lips.

“nice kid,” you say. 

“our families have been allied for generations,” soshiro says, watching reno run off as well. “he has the  weight of expectation upon his back, too, as the youngest.”

“mm. i see. so what is it you wanted to talk to me about, then?” you ask. “you’re so rarely in the house these days, i’m starting to think you’re avoiding me.”

“please, dear,” soshiro says. “i’m not trying to avoid you.”

you can’t even tell if he’s being honest.

“discussions with the narumi clan grow sour, mostly because i have no stomach for their son, who, coincidentally, also has no stomach for me! can you believe it?” soshiro laughs, raising a hand to push back his hair. 

“... i suppose you don’t want to hear my actual answer.”

“not quite,” soshiro amends. “you have a fairly nasty look on your face.”

“do i?” you smile. 

“hm.” soshiro watches you, staring down at your naginata. “do you want to spar?”

“spar?” you raise an eyebrow. “what would a samurai such as yourself want to do with sparring with his wife?”

“can’t this samurai be curious about what kinds of things his wife gets up to?” soshiro asks innocently, but draws his katana from his belt, unsheathing it and holding it in front of him in a prepared stance. in response, you hold your naginata at your side, ready as well.

“i stare out into your estate’s gardens,” you say. “and sometimes i do embroidery. and other times, i train alone.” and other times, i wish i had taken that dagger and killed you after all–better to have been known for that than to fade away like this. you choose not to say that. 

“i see.” soshiro’s gaze flits for a moment.

“why do you ask?” you say.

“just curious. like i said,” soshiro says. he takes a breath. “but whenever you’re ready.”

as soon as the words leave his mouth, you spin your naginata forward, sweeping the blade downwards. he catches it just barely with his katana, parrying the blow. you realize in a small thrill that you have a farther reach than him–that he has to actively fight to close the distance in front of you. he raises his katana, bearing down hard against the handle of your naginata as you flip it upwards.

“not bad,” he says.

you furrow your brow, pushing him off before you whirl your spear again, forcing his hand to the side.

“it’s been monotonous training,” you respond, whirling your spear for another hit. he deflects it, moving in to strike, but you push him back. 

“isn’t it better, then, that i spar with you? as a skilled opponent?” soshiro manages to close the distance yet again, his face and his blade dangerously close to yours.

“you’re a skilled samurai,” you retort, pushing him away again, but just barely. “i think that’s hardly fair, going up against me.”

“come of it,” soshiro responds, feinting for a second–you move to block, but he swings upwards instead, and you startle backward. “there are assassins aplenty that might try to kill you, and doubtlessly far more skilled than even me. i just want you–”

“you know, i’m getting awfully tired–”

as you step forward, spinning the naginata downwards–you watch as soshiro prepares to parry whatever side blow might be coming next–and then you throw the naginata ever so gently, closing the distance to grasp his wakizashi where it remains at his side. soshiro exhales. 

“--of what everyone says they want for me.” you pull his wakizashi from his belt, unsheathing it. 

it’s silent for a moment, save for your heaving breaths and the sound of birdsong. 

would he let you kill him?

you drop the blade soon after thinking the thought, leaning down to pick up your naginata.

“i think we’ve done enough,” you say. “i will return to my quarters.”

you wonder why your face feels so hot as you turn away. you wonder why you wish he would have lowered his blade and kissed you. you raise a hand to your lips, tracing your bottom lip with a finger. 

you hate the way your heart wants to move for him. 

you do. you do hate it. right?

[klbwriting]

Finally Home - Jason Todd Blurbs

Meeting the Family/Going to a Gala

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Jason is slowly introducing you to the family but Bruce invites you to an art exhibit to meet them all at once

Notes: took the weekend off, felt like I was forcing myself to write too much and needed a little break, I'm hopefully going to get some more writing done today to make up for it!

Jason had been trying so hard to slowly introduce you to his family. There were so many people and all of them were what Jason would call ‘way too involved’ in his life, mostly because he tried so hard to keep them out of his life. He had started with Barbara because he thought you would like her the most. You were both into technology nerd shit and he knew it would drive Dick nuts if Barbara got to meet you first. Then he’d moved to Tim, one to annoy Dick again, and two because again, tech nerd shit. Finally, he had introduced you to Dick who just happened to have invited Bruce over for dinner the same night Jason was bringing you. Great, if Jason wasn’t so sure you were going to be his last partner, he would have sworn he was never introducing anyone to Dick again, but too late now.

“You must come to the art exhibit I am hosting at the manor,” Bruce had said, making Jason nearly choke on his dinner. You smiled politely and agreed, throwing a reassuring smile to Jason. He swallowed and forced a grimace. Bruce had gotten your information to send the invitation and when Jason dropped you off you bit your lip, clearly bothered by something.

“What?” he asked as he walked you to your door. You looked down, looking a little hurt. “What’s wrong?” Had Dick or Bruce said something? If he found out who hurt you he was putting a bullet in them.

“Well, I just, don’t know why you don’t want me to meet your family?” you said. He realized then that he had hurt you. O great, self-flagellation it was then.

“What do you mean? I am introducing you,” he said, trying desperately not to have to say what he was really thinking. He felt so guilty for feeling this way. But you were so different from the others, so not what they would expect from him. It was almost comical someone like you being with him.

“Are you ashamed of me? Embarrassed? Am I not good enough for them?” you asked. Your eyes were so sad, and you sounded so incredibly hurt, near tears even. Jason gently took your face in his hands, making sure you looked right at him. You were so different, so incredibly out of his league.

“No, no no no no, God you’re too good for them. They don’t deserve you and neither do I,” he said. “I honestly was afraid you would meet them and realize what a damned loser I was and want to run the other direction.” You stared at him.

“For being so incredibly smart and reading so many books, you Jason Todd, are an idiot,” you said, leaning up to kiss him deeply. He kissed you back, still holding your face gently, the warmth of your skin keeping his heart beating. He swore without you he would go back to being dead. “I love you,” you whispered when you pulled back and he couldn’t fight the grin on his face.

“I love you too,” he said. “So, you really want to go to that Wayne art festival thing? You’ll have to dress fancy and I’ll have to wear a suit.” You looked him over slowly and raised an eyebrow.

“Can’t wait to see it.”

Jason knocked on your door, dressed in a fine blue suit, hoping that it was the right shade to match your outfit. You had said sapphire so he that’s what he told Bruce when asked for the color for the tailor, and that’s what color he hoped he was wearing. He heard a shuffle on the other side of the door before it opened and he saw you. The most amazing and most gorgeous person he had ever known. Your outfit was sapphire as well, bringing out your eyes, and Jason felt his jaw go slack for a moment. Then your laugh brought him back.

“I guess you like the look?” you asked. He nodded and offered you his arm. You took it and headed to the party.

The entire evening Jason couldn’t keep his eyes off you. You looked so natural and confident, even Damian seemed to like you and he was a demon incarnate. You were stunning in every sense of the word and Jason had no idea how he got so lucky that someone like him, so broken and damaged, had managed to find you, let alone keep you. When he had a moment to leave the boring conversation he was in with the Kane’s he walked over, sliding an arm around your waist.

“May I steal my partner for a few moments?” he asked Stephanie and Cass. Both of them shook their heads.

“No, they’re ours now, we like them” Cass said. Jason shrugged; well guess he was making a scene then. He lifted you up bridal style and carried you towards the gardens, setting you down outside, feeling the eyes from the main room still watching. You had been too shocked to react at first but now you laughed at his antics.

“That was rude Jason!” you said but couldn’t stifle your laughter. He set you down, keeping you close.

“So, what do you think?” he asked, nodding back towards the party where people were back to mingling again. Only Bruce seemed to be watching closely, Jason could feel his eyes on him.

“Well, I don’t understand the art…” you said. Jason let out a grunt.

“No one understands the art and you know that’s not what I was asking about,” he said. You smiled a little.

“I love them, I love all of them, not as much as you, but they are great,” you said. Jason let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He knew that they all adored you, how could they not, but you loving them was just as important. He could say all he wanted that he wasn’t a ‘real’ member of the family, that when he died that connection died, but he knew he was lying. They were his family and now you were too.

[typicalopposite]

DAY THREEEE!

For @bucktommypositivityweek! Prompt: meeting the family. Now you may be wondering can something be positive and yet have a deeper meaning that is actually kinda angsty. 🫣🫣 well the answer would be yes. iykyk…

🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Buck lets himself in with the spare key Tommy gave him. He lifts up on the door as he pushes it open to soften the creak so Tommy doesn’t hear him come in. There’s a heavy scent of paint when he steps inside and he can hear Tommy’s muffled voice coming from somewhere towards the back. He slips off his shoes and tip toes further, gleefully anticipating how good he’s about to scare his boyfriend. 

The door to the last room is cracked open: The guest room. Buck knows Tommy was planning on releasing his artistic creativity there today. It was a huge shock when Gerard took over the 118, and even if that doesn’t directly affect Tommy, it’s affecting Buck and that seems to bother Tommy worse than if he was back under Gerrard himself. So he needs an outlet. Art is his outlet. 

If Buck startles a little accidental paint splatter out of Tommy… he’s just helping. Or something like that…

Buck nears the room, ready to throw the door open screaming like a banshee… when he hears a second voice; a woman’s voice. 

“—and I haven’t seen you in almost half a year,” she says. 

“I know,” Tommy sighs; Buck hears his crinkly footsteps walking around on the plastic covered carpet. “I’m sorry, it’s just been— it’s been busy.”

“Oh you hush apologizing,” she says, so lighthearted Buck can hear the smile in her voice. “I know you can’t just drop your life to come up here, and besides with that old—” she stops and Buck swears she growls; he has to cover his mouth to muffle the startled laugh it causes. “—that old dirty rat in charge of your old station… I can imagine your mind is all over the place worried about Evan and your friends.” 

So she knows who Buck is, but who is—

“It’s already so bad, Mama…” Tommy sighs. Ooooh, Buck thinks. “He is being so awful… I hate it.” Buck lifts his hand and gently knocks on the room's door— deciding not to scare Tommy's next abstract masterpiece out of him— and Tommy startles anyway. “Evan?!” 

“Evan?!” His mom repeats. “Hi Evan— wait, am I on speaker? Tommy put me on speaker…”

“You’re on speaker mom…” Tommy says, his face starting to turn a light shade of pink. 

“Hi!” she says again, bright and cheery, Buck can’t help but smile. 

“H- Hey, Mrs. Kinard—”

“Oh goodness! Call me Mrs. K,” she says. Everyone does, all the way back to when Tommy was in school.” 

“Yes ma’am,” Buck laughs. 

“Oh and he’s so polite!” Buck smirks at the eye roll Tommy gives his phone. “How are you doing, sweet pea?” 

Tommy hands Buck the phone, mouthing ‘have fun’ with a quick peck to his lips. He goes back to his opened can of paint and dips his brush in, pulls it out and flings the paint at the wall, making random streaks of color across the white background. “I’m good, thanks. How about you?”

Buck talks to Mrs. K for almost an hour; he doesn’t even mean to, she’s just so easy to carry on a conversation with… just like Tommy. He hears embarrassing stories (that have Tommy threatening to drop the phone in a paint can), and shares some with her (that have Tommy threatening to drop a paint can on Buck). “Well, I better let you go before Tommy gets too jealous,” she teases. “Tell him to bring you up here so we can meet properly, okay?” 

“I’d love that,” Buck says, and promises he’ll talk with her more another time before hanging up.

By now Tommy is covered in paint and the room is as well; both looking like chaos, Buck wants a part of that… So he finds an extra paint brush and dips it in the nearest can, pulling it out and swiping it across Tommy butt while he’s working on a design. He yelps and turns, taking his own brush across Bucks forehead with a playful “Simba”. 

They quickly go full on paint fight, and Buck can’t help but make a mental note to thank Mrs. K for raising such an amazing human, and to mention a trip up to NorCal as soon as they can get some days off together.

[twistedwonderlandsimps]

Technomaniac!Yuu

I'm just here to mix-and-match different kinds of Yuus with different kinds of personalities to see what monstrosity I can make. That being said,,, Technomaniac!Yuu brainrot! 

So basically this Yuu belongs in the High Fantasy Yuuniverse on the human side and they’re absolutely obsessed with technology and becomes unhinged when creating stuff. 

Mayhaps their family ran a robot-related business or a machine-creating business and that’s where their obsession started. Maybe Yuu’s obsession further increased due to the fact that they were a human being in a world full of otherworldly creatures.

In a world of high fantasy, there’s bound to be differing opinions and speciesism can’t be avoided. 

Some creatures thought humans were inferior due to their short lifespans. That they were greedy and ignorant. Some humans were even prejudiced to their own kind. Others thought humans in a more positive light, the fact that they were versatile and determined when it comes to things.

So Yuu with no magic and no super powers strived to be the best in the only thing they knew they could fully control and wanted to prove to everyone that humans weren’t inferior, thus beginning their obsession.

This Yuu has this cute little drone hovering over them all the time because I said so. The drone’s very expressive and acts as a kind of assistant for Yuu. 

So anyway, the day of the entrance ceremony?

Forget Grim opening the coffin, Yuu just ordered the drone to laser through the lid and then kicked it open. 

Seeing this, Grim became startled but then soon after demanded their robe.

“Beep! Threat detected! Determining threat level, please wait… Threat level determined. Warning: Threat level 5, initiating self-defense protocol.” The drone hovering over Yuu’s shoulder turned to an alarming shade of red but before it could do anything, Yuu waved them off gently. “Stand down, A1.”

Yeah, the little drone’s called A1 meaning Assistant 1.

Thankfully, a battle between the force of fire and laser never happened since Yuu saw no reason to wear the ceremonial robe because they felt their clothes were much better and gave it to Grim but only on the condition that Grim become their second assistant.

Grim, too focused on acquiring the robe at all cost, didn’t notice Yuu’s condition.

Anyway, guess what Grim’s nickname is. Yeah, that’s right. It’s A2 for Assistant 2.

Let it be known Technomaniac!Yuu has no penchant for naming. All that’s in their brain is making technological stuff.

I just suddenly thought of Yuu having Doofenshmirtz penchant for naming, just slapping ‘-inator’ at the end of their creation’s names.

Can you imagine an overblot and Yuu just pulls out this strange device and introduces it like:

Yuu: “Behold! Marvel at my ‘Insta-Knockout SlumberBlaster 3000-inator!’ Riddle’s going to definitely go down with this in just one hit!” A1: “With only an approximate 63% chance of dealing concussion! A massive improvement from the previous trials!”  Ace: “Excuse me, only 63%? Wait— Previous trials? Yuu, who did you test it on for you to get that statistic? Yuu? Yuu, come back here! Who did you test it on?! Yuu!”

Another overblot scenario would be…

A1: “Beep! Threat detected! Determining threat level, please wait…” Someone: “W… Why do you need to determine his threat level??? He’s literally about to kill us???” Yuu: “No, no, let my child cook.” A1: “Threat level determined. Warning: Threat level 10. Suggesting course of action: Run.” Yuu: “Okay, now we run.”

Let’s not forget holograms!

Imagine Deuce seeing Yuu facing away from him in the distance so he runs over to them and tries to gain their attention. He tries to tap Yuu’s shoulder but their hand just goes over Yuu’s form, leaving a slight glitch-like effect where Deuce’s hand passes through.

Hologram Yuu looks over to Deuce and says:

“Alas, as I am not here, I disappear.”

Then throws out a peace sign before slowly fading away while still maintaining eye contact.

Now that I think about it, on the first day of their janitorial duties, Yuu was able to make a weird-looking cleaning device out of metal scraps and pieces they found in Ramshackle and it somehow worked.

Well, for the most part anyway. 

Having no windows technically meant nothing to clean so in a way Yuu was doing their job, yes?

Yeah, Yuu broke a few windows and may have contributed to the chandelier also breaking that day so Deuce ain’t the only one at fault for this.

Speaking of, Ace’s first meeting with Yuu.

When he was introducing the Statues of the Great Seven to Grim and Yuu, Yuu turned to him and asked in the most serious voice possible if Ace wanted the statues to be animated by turning it into animatronics.

Ace barely managed to stop Yuu from dismembering the statues.

Technomaniac Yuu at literally everything they can see: “I can make it better!”

Giving broken things to Technomaniac!Yuu to be fixed is a gamble. 

Oh, a toaster? Well, you either get a completely fixed toaster that’s a bit better with warming your bread than before or it turns into a charcoal-maker. There is no inbetween.

Your phone? Oops, might’ve accidentally turned the flashlight function into a flashbang, teehee.

Technomaniac!Yuu is basically the tech support of NRC.\

Or more like tech terror. Tech-rorr, get it? I’m so funny.

Speaking of NRC, Yuu got banned from going to Ignihyde dorm.

That’s because they got too excited seeing all the new devices and technology they haven’t seen before in the dorm and kind of dismantled almost everything to see how it worked.

Ooooo, now that I’m thinking of it, cybernetic body modifications!

Like, what if they got severely injured against one of the overblot boys? Lost a limb or two? Or maybe they already had cybernetic body modifications even before they arrived in Twisted Wonderland.

Imagine them having an arm kinda similar to the robot arm Princess Bubblegum gifted Finn with the various power tools/weapons functions. There’s probably a rocket launcher function around there somewhere.

 Rook tries to stalk Technomaniac!Yuu but it always ends up being a hologram. Why do you think Rook calls them Trickster?

Wait, can you imagine the dynamic between Technomaniac!Yuu and Malleus?

One’s so bad at technology while the other’s the complete opposite.

Yuu asks Malleus if he wants his phone to be upgraded and suddenly Malleus’ phone has a built-in taser, ultra hd 4k graphics camera and video resolution, live tamagotchi game synchronization and surveillance, 24/7 AI assistance, unlimited wifi, faster internet speed, ultra deluxe storage expansion, the strongest antivirus known to to mankind, and Malleus still doesn’t know how to use his phone.

Yuu learns Briar Valley has technomancy and they’re immediately putting that place as a vacation spot because hello? Combining magic and technology? Can you imagine all the things they could create with those two forces combined? They’d be unstoppable!

Also, the Magicam Monsters stand no chance against Technomaniac!Yuu.

The moment those suckers break into Ramshackle, Yuu would immediately interfere with their gadgets and kick them out if they’re feeling merciful.

If not, well, say hello to the most vengeful virus they’ve ever met in their lives. 

No matter what gadget they change into, the virus will always follow them everywhere in the cyberspace network and break their devices or cause them the most annoying inconveniences. 

Slow internet? You betcha! Wifi symbol on but internet not coming through? Why, it happens almost every other day! Apps failing to open at the most crucial time? Lmao, rofl.

Speaking of gadget, Cater probably asks Yuu to upgrade his phone so he can take better selfies.

Thankfully the upgrade was a success and nothing exploded.

Yuu: “Well, here’s your phone, Cater! New and improved with better camera quality, efficiency, and effectiveness! Also, I hope you don’t mind but I also added an app that I occasionally use called Therapy Bot. Free of charge!” Cater: “Thanks, Yuu! Wait—” Yuu, looking around and leaning in to whisper: “Between you and me, I think everyone in this school could really benefit from Therapy Bot.”

Technomaniac!Yuu the most unhinged yet one of the most sane Yuu variants out there.

[liverwisteria]

LAUGHING JACK HEADCANONS

General Headcanons! And silly things. Wisteria doesn’t know how to word things.

- Laughing Jack has a lanky build, he’s 7’4 and his age is unknown. He does physically look like he’s in his 30’s or 40’s though.

- He’s an asexual aromantic clown.

- His Birthday is on December 24th! Christmas Eve! Born somewhere in the 1800’s.

- Originally, he was made to be a guardian of sorts. Was made by an Angel that sent him to a troubled boy in hopes the clown could give him some fun and protect the boy. Only things didn’t go as planned…and so now he’s a demonic clown.

- Buttt that’s for a separate Wisteria post!

- His color scheme is black and white! There’s no other color he’ll wear. Or get near…he hates every other color in the rainbow. Thinks they’re boring and not fun!

- His room in the Slendermansion is a gigantic circus tent. Everything is in black and white, like it’s some old film. But In the middle of his room is his box! He’s Jack In The Box! Hahah.

- His box is connected to him, which means he won’t die until the box is destroyed. And let me tell you, it is extremely difficult for that box to be destroyed. It was made by an Angel after all.

- He’s able to go into the box, it’s like his own pocket dimension. He stores random items in there.

- Has eaten the staue of liberty

- Wisteria doesn’t know how to explain this. Wisteria will just say this is a canon event in a rp. Which is canon in my universe.

- Wisteria will go into more detail about this on another post. Wisteria promises.

- He has rainbow blood, only it’s a dull shade of the rainbows. No he’s not made out of stuffing in Wisterias AU…the clown has organs and guts and rainbow blood.

- The blood doesn’t do anything, it’s just unique.

- He has swirls in his eyes that is constantly spiraling around, the more strong his emotions are the more they spiral. They don’t affect his vision at all.

- Is it cannibalism is you’re a demonic clown?

- Well anyways. Laughing Jack is a cannibal clown demon that kills and tortures children. Errrmmm yeah. He eats organs and guts too.

- His favorite foods are organs, guts, and MANGOSSSS!!!

- He can’t eat too much human food, or else he ends up violently puking everywhere.

- More on the children killing thing. He pretends to be the child’s friend, promising them he’ll protect them. Saying they’re best friends! Earning the child’s trust, before betraying them and killing them. He makes the child go insane, isolates them from their friends and family.

- He has a lot of abilities. Ones that are very powerful. Only he doesn’t use these to do anything useful, he just uses them in order to mess with the other proxies living in the mansion or to mess with the child he’s planning to kill.

- He likes messing with people that just who Laughing Jack is. Occasionally he’ll juggle around the mansion until someone notices. He’ll keep adding items until people notice him. And if they don’t he throws the items at the first person he sees.

- Elf ears! Which means super hearing! Which means he can’t be around loud noises— EXCEPT he’s gotten himself used to loud sounds, by being loud himself. So they don’t hurt his ears as much anymore.

- He has giant claws for fingers so he can’t hold things properly. Or he’ll have to like pinch an item to hold it, everything is so small compared to himself.

- In my AU he does know William Grossmen and Frankie The Undead! He goes over to their apartment every weekend to see how things are going. He ignores Frankie— no…he FORGETS Frankie is Will’s roommate. ‘Cause he doesn’t really care for the zombie. He’s only there to see William.

“William who is this zombie you have here?”

“That’s Frankie, my roommate?”

“…OOOOHHHHH!”

- LJ sometimes mistakes William for Issac. He just looks so much like Issac to LJ. When that does happen he stares at William just to realize that he’s not Issac. He has to remember that Issac is gone.

- But he just laughs it off and goes back to doing whatever.

This is all Wisteria has for now! Wisteria will post more headcanons for characters heh. heh. heh.

- Wisteria Out!

[lanitalay]

One Day : Chapter 4

Azriel x reader : based on the netflix series by the same name

warnings: lil ansgty

Word Count: 1.1k

Masterlist

This day used to be your favorite. For years you looked forward to having fun on the longest day of the year with the people you loved. But it's been twenty five years since Amarantha locked all of the High Lords Under the Mountain. Twenty five years since Rhys made Velaris impenetrable. Twenty five years since you’ve seen any of your friends, your family, from the Night Court. Twenty five years of fae becoming sicker, life becoming duller. All of the holidays made you feel miserable, but this one in particular. At least with Winter Solstice the weather matched your gloom, but on this day the sun is shining like nothing is wrong. A mockery, really. 

So you do as you usually do. Go to the office where fae seek help getting better. Do whatever you can with the little magic you have left. Hope that the tonics, lotions and powders make up for what you have lacked for so long now. Then return to the cottage. Bolting the door, shutting the blinds and collapsing on your bed. Mentally preparing to do it all again the next day.  Today you avoid everything except your bed, because last time you celebrated the Summer Solstice it had been with Azriel. 

Azriel who you had loved for three decades. Azriel who was so excited when you told him Thesan found a replacement for you and you were to return to Velaris. Azriel who was upset when he came to help you move because Thesan asked you to train your replacement while he went to the party Amarantha was throwing. Azriel who told you to stop being so spineless. Azriel, who’s eyes darkened when you said that your world doesn’t revolve around him or his whims. Azriel who left with a slam of the door. 

The blankets felt like a prison cell around you but there was no way you’d take your face out of them. The frames on the wall of people you can’t be sure are still alive glare extra harshly in the Solstice sun. Bec’s babe, now a woman grown. You’d missed the chance to see her grow up. Maybe she’s had more children. Maybe she’d forgotten about you. You hope they are safe. Pray that if you can’t get in neither can anything else.

You feel the bed dip beside you as Lenus lays down. “I made soup.” Of course he had, because he knew that today you would be in a state and he thinks that soup will soothe your soul. He stays there for a while, just keeping you company and you know he means well but he’s the last person you want to speak to today. Because he was Lenus who got in the way. He was the reason Azriel had become more distant in the few months before Amarantha’s reign began. “You haven’t visited in months, Az.” You remember telling him. “I don’t want to interrupt you and Lenus.”

“That’s ridiculous, you’re always welcome in my house. Plus Lenus doesn’t get most of the references I make so I have to constantly explain my-” 

“Y/n, please.” 

“What?” 

“I’m happy for you, I really am but I can’t.”

“I’m- what are you talking about?” You remember that breath he took like it was your own. 

“I can’t watch you be with him. It’s unfair of me, I know, but it kills me.”

And what could you say? “Oh, I- I didn’t know.” 

The guilt was the worst. Because Thesan asked you to stay, but you only said yes to get an extra week with Lenus. By now he knows you resent him for it. He won’t hold it against you, at least not openly. Yet, you’ve caught him looking at sunsets as his eyes sparkle for possibility, hope and maybe someone else. Until he looks at you, and the sparkle fades to his usual shade of brown. 

Azriel spent this day training. Letting Cassian command him to his most extreme exercises and doing them without complaint. Because this used to be your day but for a quarter of a century it has been a wound that wouldn’t heal. After training he will fly across the city until exhaustion lets him fall asleep.

He unfortunately wakes up just as the sun is setting. Mor banging on his door. “You have to eat!” 

They don’t celebrate anything anymore. Not with Rhysand gone. Not when you're gone as well. “It wouldn’t count without them.” Cassian had said the first time a holiday came around. So they treat it like any other day. Trying to keep Velaris running without its High Lord. Azriel trying to stay afloat without half of his heart.

He’ll join Mor and Cassian for dinner. They’ll eat in silence until Cassian breaks it “you remember when y/n first met Rhys?” Mor smiles a little “she was so nervous” she adds with a little laugh. 

“She was all like High Lords are not meant to get sick, this is not taught to us in training-” Cassian properly laughs recalling. 

Even Azriel can’t help but add “and then her face when she realized he was just constipated.” 

Mor cackles “he never ate vegetables until then.”

They quiet down. Azriel half hoped that you would punch his arm and say something like “it wasn’t funny, Az!” but your chair is empty and so is Rhysand's. 

“It’s not the same without them here.” Cassian was always the first to say it. Azriel knew they all missed them. He suspected Amren skipped out on these dinners because she felt some sadness for the current situation. Even if she would not admit it. 

“Do you think y/n got married? Maybe even had a baby?” Mor asked absentmindedly and Cassian kicked her under the table. 

“I’m sure she would never get married or have a kid with how things are now.” The general said pointedly. Azriel thought it was sweet of Cassian to watch out for his feelings like that.  But they were questions he had asked himself a million times before.

If you had a child he would no doubt adore it, but if you’d gotten married… He hates the way his heart twists when he thinks of that possibility. Last time he saw you, you were in love and in a healthy relationship.

But he doesn’t like thinking of the last time he saw you. How he walked out, slammed the door. Your jaw tight and brows furrowed. He regrets so much of that day.  What he said, how he acted. More importantly, he regrets that he didn’t crawl back immediately and beg for your forgiveness.

[catofthecanals289]

Australian summer 👀 🤲🏻

ooh another old one. One of the first thigns i wrote for maxiel *ever* I'm pretty sure

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The January summer sun draws long shadows on the dry grass, creating sharp contrast despite the washed out colors of the place.

The ground is dusty and warm to the touch, and Max knows it will cling to his clothes and sweaty skin like a tan that will always fake on his pale dutch skin, but he can’t bring himself to mind. Not when he can hear Daniel laughing, when he can see him throw his head back with another bark as his niece says something in her squeaking little, adoring voice. Not when Daniel’s sister leans over having sat down in the shade of the tree Max doesn’t know the name off but is leaning against, legs stretched out in front of him, and says: “He probably told you already, but he’s so happy you came.”

She doesn’t mean to this pony riding event that Daniel had promised to his niece and nephew, but Max feels it counts anyway, making him shrug and lift the bottle of lukewarm water to his lips.

After a couple of gulps, he lets it sink again, exhaling.

“Yeah, I know,” he says, and it comes out softer than intended , but Max’s cheeks are already flushed anyway. “I know,” he repeats even softer.

It’s not enough.

“He wasn’t sure you’d come,” Michelle says.

Across the paddock Daniel laughs again, loud and honest and beautiful. If Max closes his eyes, he can taste it on his tongue, can feel it against his lips.

“I know,” Max says again, his heart heavy in his chest.

Daniel waves at him. His niece and nephew do too. Max waves back, so does Michelle.

“He’s getting too old for his, Max,” she says, her hand down again, expression gentle but serious. Max can’t stand it, but he once thought he couldn’t stand summer in winter either. “For these games, do you know that too?”

Max shakes his head. “I’m not playing any games with him.”

She doesn’t believe him, but neither does Daniel some days, and Max has no idea how to fix it. He thought, maybe, coming here, getting onto a plane after New Years, would be a start. Now that he’s here, on the other side of the world, he wonders if maybe he should have come sooner.

They’ve never spend a New Year’s together.

Six years of this, of them, and not one New Year’s.

“I wouldn’t be here, if I was,” he adds, and he doesn’t look at her, instead looks at his own hand, runs his thumb over the spot that shows a rose on Daniel’s.

He didn’t get it for Max, that’s not something Daniel would do, but Max always felt like in a way, it still ended up for him, his, and maybe that’s foolish, maybe that’s self-absorbed, but maybe that’s how Max feels about Daniel too, about this thing between them, that after all these years, he should be able to put a name on.

Daniel was never meant to be Max’s. He was meant to live in the sun, to have laugh lines drawn onto his face by summer warmth and happiness, he was meant to live and love, and none of that with Max because Max’s one true love will always be racing and Daniel sued to feel the same, but Michelle is right, he’s getting too old for this, he’s getting tired. He hasn’t said so yet, still talks about winning, about believing, about having that passion, and most days he sounds like he believes himself, but others the tiredness in his eyes gets a little too dark, a little too blurry and then Max can see it clearly, can hear it loudly.

Daniel wants to be done. Soon.

He loves the polished streets of Monaco, loves the yachts and the money and the champagne parties but he loves dirt roads and February barbecues more. He loves sleeping in, and waking up to no city noise around him. He loves the ranch he lives on back here, in Australia, and he loves his family, wants one of his own and Max isn’t the kind of guy who can give him that.

“I want to be with him, always,” he says slowly, carefully, *honestly*. “And it’s easy in Monaco. No one question why we’d both be there. We live there. We are friends. But being here, in Perth, it’s different. It’s-”

“But would it be so bad?” Michelle interrupts him, voice low. “If people knew?”

“It would be,” Max answers after a moment, looking over to where Daniel has lifted the little girl onto his shoulders now, walking towards Max and Michelle and their tree, His brother in law with his son next to him.

“Why?” Michelle asks with a sigh.

“Because I’m not done racing.” *And I won’t be for years. Ever, maybe.*”And no matter what they say, I can’t have people know about me and Daniel and race in Qatar. In Malaysia. In Saudi Arabia. Or- Any of those places.”

Her eyes don’t leave his. “What about we race as one?”

A small, sad smile makes the corner of Max’s mouth curl upwards.

“What about it?” he asks, voice a little more raspy than usual.

When the others reach them, Michelle gets to her feet, plucks her daughter from her brother’s shoulders and spins her around, making the little girl giggle and squeal and Daniel smile, all sweet and soft, and nothing like the bright, loud laugh he wears so often than Max loves all the same when it’s honest, never growing tired of it. But this, this small, little thing, it’s not for anyone, not for fans, not for reporters, not for rivals, or for the world. Not for Max. It’s for Daniel and Daniel only, an unconscious little thing.

“I love you, you know,” he says, voice still too rough, too raspy, once Daniel has set down, smelling like horse and sweat and him.

He wishes Daniel didn’t look so surprised. Not after six years.

“I know,” Daniel says anyway, that soft, sweet smile back on his lips. Still looking at Max, he presses a kiss to his own hand, lips covering the rose tattoo.

He’s never said so, and Max would never ask, but it’s something Daniel does when he and Max can’t kiss, when it’d be too risky, when he knows that it’d make Max uncomfortable.

If Daniel was wearing a cap right now, Max would be flicking the brim of it in answer, but as it is, he taps the tips of his index and middle finger against Daniel’s forehead, right where his wild curls begin.

“And I’m glad I came,” Max goes on, because if nothing else, he needs Daniel to know that. “I’m glad I’m here.”

“You hate the Australian summer,” Daniel counters, smile wider now, showing teeth. He puts his arm around Max’s shoulders and Max has to fight the urge to turn into him, to make this something more than buddies, something more than best friends, and breathe in more of Daniel scent, and press his face into Daniel’s bare skin, right where his tank top reveals too much sweat glistening skin, down from his armpit over his ribs to his stomach.

Max wants to slip his hand under the fabric and splay his fingers over the little rolls that slouching has created in place of Daniel’s abs. He wants to climb in Daniel’s lap and grind down on his crotch, wants to feel Daniel grow hard for him, wants to see the wild, dark lust in his eyes, wants bruises on his wrists and bite marks on his throat.

He wants to wake up next to Daniel every morning and go to bed with him every night.

He wants to sit on the roof of his jeep with him and watch the sunset.

He wants to kiss him and love him and fucking marry him too.

He wants to watch the laugh lines on Daniel’s face that he eyes so critically in the mirror these days grow deeper, wants to be there to see his hairline get thinner little by litter and make sure that Daniel knows that he’s not one bit less attractive, not to Max, not to anyone with a brain.

But Max wants to be a world champion too, and that’s all there really is to that.

“I don’t hate it,” Max says, and he means to just knock his knee against Daniel’s, but it stays, instead, side pressed against Daniel’s.

Daniel looks down, eyes crinkling, the corners of his mouth curled up. His smile grows a little wider when Max puts his hand on his thigh, too sweaty and too warm, heart thumbing in his head like it’s about to break.

“No?” Daniel says, voice low. “I’m glad.”

[ladykailitha]

Oh For a Muse of Fire! Epilogue

I want to thank everyone for the lovely support. I saw a couple questions about the other characters in the comment section of the last one and wanted to clear up a couple of things. Crystal=Argyle (he picked the name because he thought it sounded cool), Onyx=Dimitri (like @n0-1-important guessed in part 11). Diamond and his family were all OCs more on them here. Michelle (the whiny chick in the art class) is the only other OC. I tried as much as possible to include characters from the show when I could.

And to answer @ goodolefashionedloverboi‘s question: Jonathan and Nancy are in couple’s therapy and are doing better.

And then one final thing to explain (the curses of doing a WIP and posting it one at a time not every thread I put down got picked up again, oops!) is the garnet rings. I love gem stones and geology. It fascinates me so much so that I took it as an elective in high school. When I was researching a fic (don’t remember which one now) I was looking at Eddie’s rings. And a lot of people were making replicas with hard stones like hematite, onyx, or something that didn’t have cuts or facets. But Eddie’s ring sparkles. It’s clearly a gemstone. So I went looking up grey or black gemstones. I found a couple it could be but they weren’t discovered until the 90s (and while the ACTUAL stone the prop maker used could be that, I COULDN’T call it that). And then I found a grey garnet. It was a perfect match. It sparkles the way his does, the different shades it gets from the show, spot on. Hence the garnet.

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Two years later:

Variety Interview with Corroded Coffin

Max Mayfield: Hello, can you guys introduce yourselves for the people that have been hiding under a rock for the last two years?

They all laugh.

Jeff: I’m Jeff Lawrence, I’m rhythm guitar.

Gareth: I’m Gareth Hughes, I’m on drums.

Brian: I’m Brian Martin, I’m the bass guitarist.

Eddie: And I’m Eddie Munson, frontman, lead guitar, lead vocalist, and songwriter.

MM: That’s a lot of titles for one person.

JL: That’s because he’s the most dramatic out of all of us. He has to have allll the titles. Can’t share with the rest of us.

EM: Hey!

They all laugh again.

BM: Hey, you know it’s true.

EM: Yeah...but you’re giving away all my secrets right off the bat. Can’t you save some for later in the interview.

The other three look at each other.

JL, BM, GH: No.

Eddie throws his arms in the air.

EM: I’m telling Steve!

The other three look mock frightened for all of three seconds before they start laughing at him.

JL: You know Steve would agree with us.

Eddie pouts

MM: Can you tell us who Steve is?

Eddie fiddles with the singular ring on his right hand, looking down, bashfully. It one that I haven’t seen. Everyone is familiar with the the three chunky rings on his left hand. But this one is on his ring finger. The grey stone flashes as he plays with it.  

EM: He’s the love of my life and my muse.

JL: He’s an art teacher back home.

BM: He’s our Eddie wrangler.

GH: He’s our band mascot.

I laugh.

MM: He sounds pretty special. How did you guys meet?

JL: We all went to high school together, actually.

MM: Oh, so were you high school sweethearts, then?

Eddie laughs.

GH: Yeah, no. He laughs.

BM: Let’s just say they started off on the wrong foot.

JL: The wrong everything, let’s be honest.

EM: Not my proudest moment. I was doing a favor for a family friend being a live model for an art class about five years later and assumed the worst about him.

MM: You mean there are actual art of you naked out there?

Eddie blushes.

EM: Several pieces in fact. But my favorite is Stevie’s. It’s still hanging up in our house in my studio.

GH: I’ve seen it. It’s not gross or anything.

JL: It won best in show at the art gala it was featured in.

BM: I think he’s totally wasted as an art teacher. He could be making more than we do selling his art work. But he loves working with kids.

MM: Sounds like the perfect guy.

EM: scoffs I love Steve, but he can be the most basic bitch. And he tends to be overprotective too.

GH: But we are here to talk about the new album.

MM: Fair enough. So tell me about working on Silent Killer. This is your second album, is that correct?

JL: Yeah, our self titled debut album just went double platinum. We knew going in it was going to be a tough act to follow.

GH: When we went platinum the first time, our manager Murray Bauman sent black flowers to all the record labels that passed on us.

EM: It was very suitably bitchy. It’s why he’s our manager.

MM: Certainly sounds like it. Do you guys deviate from your first album’s style in this one?

They look at each other and Eddie shrugs

EM: I mean, not really. It’s a more somber album to be sure. There was a song that we wanted to include on Corroded Coffin but decided it didn’t fit with the overall theme of the album that made its way on this one.

MM: Which song is that?

BM: Thorns and Thistles. It’s the song that got us our agent in the first place.

JL: Yeah. Murray was mad when the record label didn’t want to use it this time round. He fought tooth and nail to get on the album.

EM: Have you heard it yet?

I nod.

MM: Yeah. It’s beautifully heartbreaking. You say your label didn’t want to use it?

BM: They thought it was too sad.

JL: So to prove them wrong we sent it out as our first single, before we even started really working on the album.

MM: It had already gone gold before you announced the new record. That must have really got stuck in their craw.

EM: We’ve been laughing all the way to the bank.

MM: You guys won a Grammy for Song of the Year for The Jester and the King and Best New Artist. How was that for you?

BM: God I don’t know which of us bawled more on that stage. But it was everything we hoped for.

JL: Winning Song of the Year was a life changer. But no one thought we were going to win Best New Artist.

MM: No?

Eddie shakes his head.

EM: It rarely goes to a rock artist, especially a metal one. Everyone thought it would go to the kid...what’s his name...? He snaps his fingers.

JL: JJ Jenner.

EM: That’s the one. Fifteen year old kid with the pipes of an angel. Everyone, including us thought it would be him.

MM: Oh, I remember now, they put the kid’s reaction to losing on the jumbotron or whatever they call their big screen.

GH: I almost felt sorry for him.

Eddie grins.

EM: Almost.

MM: When you do red carpet events, Eddie, you bring your two lesbian friends with you, while the rest of the band brings their partners. Is there a reason you don’t bring yours? Especially since I learned your partner’s name is Steve.

All the members of the band shift uncomfortably in their seats, stealing glances at each as they silently decide who is going to answer the question.

MM: Oh. I feel like I stepped on a sensitive topic. I didn’t mean to.

Gareth clears his throat.

GH: Steve’s privacy is very important to us. There are times he would like to go to these things with Eddie...

JL: But he still gets attacks and can’t. He looks down at his hands. So he goes with the girls dress shopping and helps pick out their outfits for the night.

Eddie looks like he’s going to tear up.

EM: We’re working on it. He knew going to our relationship that this might become an issue but I always do what I can to make it up to him the moment I get home.

They all look somber, so I decide to change the direction of the interview.

MM: What’s next for the Corroded Coffin boys?

They brighten up almost immediately.

BM: Touring. We’ve got an American tour this spring and then a European tour this summer.

MM: Is there a reason you decided to wait on the European tour until summer?

Eddie blushes and the rest of the band nudge him playfully.

EM: It’s so Steve can come with us. He can’t leave during the school year, but he likes touring with us when it’s out for summer break.

MM: Ah ha.

The conversation turns to non-band related things again and I watch how close they are. It’s great to see a band that are still friends after years of playing together. Even though they’ve only been big for two years, they have been playing for twelve.

Let’s hope that they stay that way for the next twenty.

-Max Mayfield

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[vilandel]

The Scent Of Lavender

Chapter 2 – Journey of Lavender

A/N The journey is slowly going and our main pair has a first real talk... that goes deeper than what Nozel intended 💜

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“I’m going to DIE!!!”

“Come on, you overdramatic virgin delinquent, you are just seasick, that is no big deal.”

“No big deal? NO BIG DEAL? I’M DYING OVER HERE!!!”

“Given the strength of your voice currently, I highly doubt that you are dying right now. And you call yourself a Magic Knight?”

“Shut up, No-No! Why are you two so mean to me? I’m the one dying and you just throw shades at me? Talk about squadmates, you are worse than vice-captain Nacht and his horrible claims about our squad!”

“You have to admit that vice-captain Nacht doesn’t lie, as harsh as his words is,” Noelle replied with shrug.

“No, he is lying! He says that captain Yami is irresponsible with his grimoire!”

“Well, he is. Who in their right mind gambles their own grimoires, risking to lose them?”

“Real men do!”

“Reason more why men are stupid. The Blue Roses aren’t so wrong, after all.”

“Who are you calling stupid, you jerky majesty? Argh, I’m going to… can’t the waves just stop?”

“If the waves stop, the ship won’t be able to move forward and you’ll be stuck on it for longer. And of course I’m calling you stupid, I’m royalty.”

“What fricking logic is that even?”

Vanessa giggled at the argument of her squadmates. Poor Magna certainly regrets by now that he asked them to keep him company. For some reason, he thought that the butler of captain Rill would be a pain in the ass for him. Magna logic.

But Vanessa was now certain that Magna would actually prefer the butler as a travelling companion. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing, dear old Walt would be the one spending the most time with him once they arrived at Lavender Island. Which would be in three or four days from now on, after their departure the day before.

It was strange that they hadn’t brought any spatial mages with them, though. They would have been there in no time. But apparently, any spatial mage known never set any foot on Lavender Island and for some reason, there were no Magic Knight stationed there permanently. Noelle of course pretended that it was because nobles there were full of themselves. But Noelle had a tendency to jump to the worst assumptions.

Vanessa was certain that if no Magic Knights were stationed on Lavender Island, it must been because everything was fine. Heck, maybe the nobles there were more open-minded and even kinder than on the mainland.

Plus, three weddings at once? That was so romantic.

Vanessa was certain that this mission was the best kind she ever had. It was really more like a vacation than a mission. Okay, it was sadly not a family vacation, since it wasn’t the entire Black Bull squad being sent. But well, they had the opportunity to work with people from other squads, to make new friends and this wasn’t something Vanessa dared to complain about.

Captain Rill was certainly a cutie, his butler seemed so caring and Mimosa Vermillion was just one of the most kind person Vanessa knew. That would be a piece of cake going along with them.

Captain Nozel was of course another level, more difficult to reach and there was the whole painful past with Noelle. But for Vanessa, it sounded more like a challenge. After all, there might be more about him than just a cold asshole. Him trying to mend his relationship with Noelle shows that he certainly had a heart.

Vanessa still wondered what could had happen to him that he ended up as cold jerk. Maybe she was overthinking it, but she didn’t had the impression that captain Nozel was enjoying being a jerk. Maybe a protection of some sort?

Protection from what, exactly?

Well, it wasn’t like this vacation mission was the perfect opportunity to learn more about him. Not to mention that he was handsome, which was really motivating for Vanessa.

Although, after she accidentally flirted with him when he caught her stumbling… the approach would be a bit difficult. Captain Nozel was related to Noelle, surely there has to be some sibling similarities and if awkward at taking compliments was one of them, he might trying to avoid her. It wasn’t like Vanessa didn’t felt embarrassed about it. She did and gosh, it never happened to her ever before to be embarrassed about her flirting and teasing. What a dumb first.

Not to mention that yesterday, Noelle scolded her for half an hour after Vanessa accidentally flirted with her brother. Okay, it was just Noelle overreacting like she did, but still, her squadmate make it sound like she just killed someone or something like that. Were Silvas really that bad at anything positive?

Magnas grunting brought Vanessa back to reality and away from that handsome yet cold man that was the captain of the Silver Eagles.

“I should’ve asked that stupid butler to keep me company. Or the captain of the Aqua Deers, even though he probably will take my plaster to paint on it. Or the sweet Golden Dawn girl, she seems nice and she is always in a good mood, plus she is a healer. Speaks A LOT for your cousin, Noelle. Heck, even the jerk captain of the Silver Eagles might be better company than you two!”

“That is not a kind thing to say to your squadmates, poor little virgin delinquent. Really, you’re in a bad mood when you’re seasick. And dealing with a wounded leg. Gosh, it’s both, no wonder you’re such in a bad mood!”

“Shut up, you wino!”

Well, if that didn’t proved Vanessas point, then what would it be? But honestly, Magna was really unhappy to be in this rest position. And the fact that he wasn’t on the mission. And probably because he couldn’t fly on his special broom in this condition. Vanessa actually hoped that taking the Crazy Cyclone with them would make Magna a bit happier. But well, if he can’t fly on it… But at least he would spent some of his time to take care of his broom instead of letting someone else doing it.

Hopefully Magna would realize it soon.

“Honestly, Magna, I have the feeling you’re just complaining for the sake of it,” Noelle sighed dramatically, trying to focus on her book. “Your situation isn’t that bad at all. Not the thriving adventures, training and gambling you have daily, but given your condition, you’re rather in a good place. Don’t tell me you would have preferred to have Luck trying to fight you every minute? Think of your leg, last time it happened, you couldn’t use it properly for a month!”

“Don’t remind me of that! I’m sure Owen just was overdramatic, it only took a month because… because Luck was being a jerk, that’s why!”

“It is better than losing your leg forever, if you ask me.”

The three Black Bulls turned their heads towards the door of Magnas cabin, only to see Mimosa in the frame, a teapot and a hot mug in her hands.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t knock, but my hands are rather full, so…”

Vanessa immediately stood up and guided the young Vermillion into the cabin. “Oh, it’s okay, come in, love. The more the merrier, am I right? Oh, is that tea?”

“Yes, for sir Magna. It’s a good herbal tea that would help for his leg. The waves and sea wind can be rather tricky. I put some honey in it, if it’s okay.”

“Of course it is! How kind of you! Magna, don’t be a jerk and accept this delicious tea.”

Oh, was Magna actually blushing? How cute! Well, Mimosa Vermillion was a pretty girl, but maybe it was just the kindness she was showing. Which also meant for him that he couldn’t get mad at her, unlike with Noelle and Vanessa.

Magna just grunted as he took a sip from the mug. Only to have his eyes brighten up the very same moment.

“Hey, this is actually pretty good! Thank you, Noelles cousin!”

“Magna, where are your manners? My cousin’s name is Mimosa! You should know that by now, it’s not like Asta never talks about her after he visits his rival… I mean, not that it matters to me at all!”

Vanessa frowned. Why did Noelle sounded kinda jealous right there?

“You’re very welcome, sir Magna.”

“Magna is just fine.”

“Okay, if you wish so. Asta told me a lot about you, he has you in very high esteem.”

Oh, did Mimosa just blushed right there? Yes, she did and even got a cute little smile on her face!

Vanessa started to understand. Mimosa certainly had a crush on Asta as well. Couldn’t blame that dear girl for that, honestly. Vanessa couldn’t tell though if Noelle was aware about her cousins crush on Asta or if she was just jealous that another girl was close to Asta. In any case, she wouldn’t admit it, obviously.

Well, that was some news. They weren’t even arrived at Lavender Island yet and she already learned something juicy. Vanessa was now almost disappointed that Asta wasn’t part of the mission, so she could have witness this sweet love drama in its full glory. But for the sake of those two princesses, maybe it was for the better.

Asta was a sweet lad, but so terribly dense and oblivious that sometimes even Vanessa was fed up with it. If he hadn’t realized Noelles feelings so far, it was only fair to assume that he also didn’t realized Mimosas as well.

What a situation, really. Logically, Vanessa was more close to Noelle, so she should maybe cheer for her squadmate more. But Mimosa was also such a sweet girl and she definitely appreciated Astas qualities, which was a huge plus point in Vanessas eyes. Happiness was something she deserved. And in the end, once he got a hold of his density, wouldn’t it be Astas choice? Be it Noelle, Mimosa or maybe someone else entirely?

That thought made Vanessa blink for a second. How strange. For as long as she knew the Black Bulls rookies, she always took for granted that Noelle and Asta would end up together one day. It seemed just the normal course of action in her eyes. But now that she learned that Mimosa Vermillion was also having feelings for Asta, she actually considered the possibility that Asta might fall for someone else…

Well, as exciting as it was, Vanessa hoped that it won’t end up tragically. It was fair to assume that both Noelle and Mimosa loved Asta enough that they would support each other, if he would choose one of them or someone else, that they would be happy for him. And Vanessa would certainly not try to sabotage any relationship just so Noelle can get with him. She often read some stupid romance novels were the love interest ended up with someone else first and the main character tried to sabotage that relationship, often with the help of friends. In the name of “true love” and because “it was meant to be”, some shit like that. Vanessa always hated this kind of plots and she refused to become that type of person. Even for her squadmates.

Even for herself… After all, since the jealousy towards captain Charlotte just wouldn’t come at this point…

Oh no, dangerous territory here, a slippery edge it was the best to ignore and drown in wine. But as Vanessa wanted to take another sip, she had to realized that her bottle was empty.

“Oopsie! Empty bottle. Don’t mind me, you little ones, I’ll just get another one and I’ll be right back.”

“Vanessa, you shouldn’t. This is already your fourth bottle today.”

Vanessa fought the urge to roll her eyes. She loved Noelle dearly, but that constant worry about her drinking habits was sometimes really annoying. After all, her royal squadmate had the tendency to overreact.

“Noelle, sweetie, I’m really holding back. Normally, I would be at my eighth bottle at this point.”

“And what about those you drink in secret?”

Shoot, how did she know? Or maybe she was just bluffing.

“Don’t worry about it, I got this under control. Don’t forget, I’m an expert at magic control, that counts for drinking as well.”

Vanessa left the room before Noelle could protest. Thankfully, neither Mimosa nor Magna noticed it, Magna would have argued again with Noelle and Mimosa probably would have been worried too, as the healer she was.

As Vanessa closed the door, she heard Magna laughing, while Mimosa told something funny about Finrals jerk of a brother. Well, the bonding was already promising for this vacation. There was nothing to be worried about in her books.

If it worked with Mimosa, it would certainly work as well with the two captains of their team. Maybe it needed more effort with Noelles handsome brother. Especially after the accidental flirt yesterday. Gosh, this was really embarassing. But what would life be without some little challenges here and there?

But first things first, a new bottle of wine. So, where was the kitchen of this ship again? With the cabins or below or above? Ships were rather like labyrinths for Vanessa and she lived in the maze that was the Black Bulls Hideout. But to be fair, she had never been on a ship before, no wonder it was easy to get lost.

“Ah, screw it, I’ll just ask a sailor to show me, let’s go on deck.”

Sadly, she didn’t saw any sailor on the deck, except for one who was behind that strange wooden wheel that was apparently leading the ship. Vanessa didn’t know what it was called and how it worked, but he looked certainly like he was on duty. So, better not asking him to show her the ships kitchen.

The only two other people present were the captains of the Aqua Deers and the Silver Eagles.

Uh, captain business?

Gosh, seeing them together like this, so different in so many ways, it was actually hard to believe that both of them were captains.

Not to mention that they were both so different as well from captain Yami… and captain Charlotte…

Dangerous territory, Vanessa. Don’t think about it.

Why did that thought sounded like she was trying to convince herself?

To distract her, Vanessa started to observe captain Nozel in particular.

Like yesterday, she was taken aback that she never realized how handsome this man was. Okay, she knew that he was handsome, but what she never noticed before was how fine-looking he was.

His profile was something else, it looked sharp and at the same time, there was a softness within, making him elegant. That jawline was probably the most mesmerizing one she ever saw and she had been in awe of Yamis jawline for long. His hair looked spiky, but Vanessa was ready to bet that it only looked that way. The shining of it was the same as Noelles and her young squadmate had quite the silky hair. Maybe his hair was silky too, just fuller? It had to be fuller than Noelles, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to make such an iconic braid out of his bangs.

Speaking of, it was astounding how such a hairstyle looked so good on him. Not ridiculous at all. Vanessa didn’t know how the captain of the Silver Eagles could pull it off, but he did. It was somehow fitting, as it did give him an eagle look. Was it on purpose or just a coincidence?

The beginning sunset bathed him in some pale golden light, only accenting his beauty. He was still looking cold and distance, yet the golden light somehow made it look as it was just a mask, as there was more behind. She saw the metallic lilac of his eyes, such a rare and mesmerizing shade. Vanessa did wonder if under a certain light, maybe his eyes would have more a lavender shade.

In this moment, it was almost the case…

Captain Nozel seemed to have finished to talk about whatever it was with captain Rill, as he walked away from his colleague. Vanessa was taken aback about how elegantly he was walking. Why haven’t she never realized it before? Granted, she never had much to do with him or Silver Eagles in general. But still…

His march seemed so focused, his aura was still cold. Yet, when he walked on the deck, his Silver Eagle robe slightly floating behind him, his expression serious, his lilac eyes clearly hiding more than they were showing, he looked more than just royal in her eyes. He looked majestic…

Gosh, did she really just thought that? Damn… maybe Zora was right, maybe she could easily be distracted by a pretty face. Well, she could still admit that Nozel Silva was handsome, no need to interpret more. After all, he wasn’t her type. He wasn’t buff like captain Yami. Yet, looking at the captain of the Silver Eagles, Vanessa dared to think that while he wasn’t buff, he wasn’t a beanpole either, like captain Jack. She knew that you don’t need to be buff to have muscles. Maybe it was the case for Nozel Silva? He always wear a lot of layers, like his Silver Eagle robe and Vanessa knew from Noelles clothes that the Silva attires could be rather complicated and with multiple layers. Light ones, though. Maybe there were some muscles hiding under all those layers.

Lean, well-defined muscles… That seemed rather attractive. Maybe she should stop looking only at buff men?

Phew, her thoughts were running wild. Was this good or bad? Was it right to forget her crush on captain Yami? Maybe, since the jealousy just wouldn’t take her.

Oh no, slippery slope again. Why did it always come back to her mind?

Nozel nodded slightly as he passed her, but that was all. He didn’t even glanced at Vanessa. Well, at least he wasn’t ignoring her, like he might would have done before his apology to Noelle. Yet, Vanessa wouldn’t have blamed him if he would’ve ignored her. Given how she accidentally flirted with him yesterday.

Still, it was somehow rude, just a nod and nothing else. Good reminder actually that he was still a cold jerk. But a damn attractive one.

“Oh, hello Vanessa!”

Captain Rills voice took her away from his eye-catching colleague and he even waved at her. Vanessa waved back and went towards him. Why not bonding with him too? He was a kind and sweet lad. So different from Nozel Silva…

“So, what were you two captains talking about? Captain business? Some small-talk? Enjoying the view?”

“I was, but Nozel was more focused on the mission.”

“I wonder why, it’s an easy mission, feels more like a vacation to me.”

“Well, it’s about nobles and weddings, I guess it is especially important to not lose focus.”

Really, captain Rill as well? Vanessa couldn’t be the only one who saw no problem with those weddings and this mission.

But maybe the captain of the Aqua Deers only tried to act like his rank. After all, he was the youngest captain ever so far and all the other ones were quite older than him. She wondered how it was like during captain meetings.

“Is it really such a big deal, captain Rill? I mean, when it comes to nobles and weddings.”

“It is complicated to me for the most part and thankfully my mother never urged me so far to get married. But I know enough to not be blind about it.” He was still smiling, but his voice was more serious than it usually was. “Noble marriages aren’t really out of love, it’s more about deals, power, alliances between houses, money… oh, that is a rough draft, but it’s the basic idea. I can’t really explain to it in details. Maybe you should ask Nozel, he understands certainly more about this topic than I do. Plus, he is also Head of House, he has to deal with such things probably on a daily basis.”

Vanessa frowned. Again this urban legend about loveless weddings and nobility. She just couldn’t believe that it was true, as it didn’t make any sense at all. At least to her, plus Noelle and Finral always have the tendency to exaggerate.

But captain Rills statement… and the fact that it was the first time someone outside of the Black Bulls talked about that topic…

“Maybe the nobles on the island are more open-minded about marriages than on the mainland,” Vanessa said slowly.

“Or maybe they are even more traditionalist because they live on an island.”

Well, she didn’t expected that statement. Why did it gave her a bad feeling about the whole mission?

“Captain Nozel knows more, you say?”

“I think so. I don’t think he likes it, he sometimes makes a face about nobles when he think no one is looking. Did I made a drawing of that face once? I certainly should. But yes, it’s only logical that as a Head of House, he knows more about it. If you wanna know more about nobles and their strange world, he is certainly your best shot right now.”

Maybe… But was it necessary? Vanessa was never really interested to know more about nobles and their world. It was too far away from her reach and since most of them never cared for the likes of the Black Bulls, why bother?

But somehow…

Was Noelle right? And Finral and some others, even captain Rill? Was it important to know more about nobility sometimes?

💜💜

“You are kind-hearted, Nozel… thank you…”

He could have sworn that his mother was smiling. But why would she? She was in pain, she had no reason to smile.

Nozel hold her hand a bit tighter. Fighting the tears in his eyes.

Was it just him or did her hand felt colder all of a sudden?

Maybe he should tell the servants to make some fire, his mother shouldn’t be cold in her condition.

But just as he stood up, her hand fell back on the blanket.

Lifeless…

“Mother?”

Acier Silva was still lying, her head a bit to the side were Nozel had been crouching, holding her hand. Her eyes were closed, her hair across the pillows looked like silver ink and she was actually smiling.

Does that mean that she was better? Was there still hope? It has to be, since she was smiling!

“Mother?”

Nozel put a hand against her cheek. It was cold…

And she wasn’t moving.

She wasn’t moving!

“Mother?”

There was no breathing… No, it was probably there, just very faint, not to be heard. Normal in her condition.

But as Nozel felt her pulse and her heartbeat, there was nothing but cold.

“Mama?”

Nozel hated how stammering his voice sounded now. He shouldn’t show any weakness. Mother counted on him and he was the only one who knew about this horrible curse. If not him, who else would be able to support her.

He shook her shoulders, softly first, then a bit more firmly. But Acier Silva, captain of the Silver Eagles and the Dancing of the Battlefield, didn’t moved.

“Mama…”

She can’t be dead, right? They wouldn’t let evil win, they were stronger than that. But she wasn’t moving.

Nozel couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, still denying the horrible fact as he fell on his knees, taking her hand again and looking at the smiling face of his mother. She was smiling, but it was cold.

Calling her, but she was gone… as well as his childhood.

“MAMA!”

Nozel woke up, sweating and panting, despite not feeling hot and wearing only his pyjama pants. As he looked around, he realized that he was not in his mother’s chamber on that fateful day, but in his cabin on the ship. Sailing to Lavender Island.

Just a nightmare. A memory.

They were always the same.

Nozel tried his best to calm his breathing. He should be focused, he was on a mission. Even worse, a mission involving nobles and weddings. This wasn’t the time to show any weakness. Neither in front of nobles nor of his companions.

One of them was Noelle…

He sighed deeply as he fell back on the pillow. On one hand, he was happy that his sister was also part on this mission. Of course, it wasn’t the first time that they got to be part of the same team, as they had been both part of the Royal Knights. But this had been before of his apology and before they started to mend their relationship.

Before he made amends…

And this was the reason why, on the other hand, he felt like it might be overwhelming for her. Nozel already felt so nervous about it, so how nervous could Noelle be, who suffered a lot because of his mistakes? Was it a good idea to be on the same team, on the same mission, for a rather long period of time?

Maybe he shouldn’t have accepted to go on this mission. But to be fair, Nozel accepted to take it before Yami even decided to send Noelle. Nozel wondered if he would have refused to go if he had knew beforehand his baby sister would be chosen to be sent on Lavender Island. And his own answer balanced between “yes” or “no idea”, but never to “no”. Wasn’t this the proof that he wasn’t a good man and never would be? That he was such selfish scumbag?

Nozel knew that he would never be able to make up for all the mistakes he did, that nothing he would ever do could make someone good out of him.

Yet, why was he still trying to reach to Noelle, to atone for what he did, when it was useless anyway?

Nozel couldn’t answer that. Maybe he didn’t wanted to, but he couldn’t see a reason for trying that wasn’t selfish.

Besides, he knew very well why he accepted this mission. It was because Lavender Island was the place his mother spent her honeymoon.

With his father… but Nozel refused to even think about him.

No, all he could think about was that his mother apparently loved to spent time there, on Lavender Island. If she had lived, she certainly would have brought all four them there. She had always loved to take him and his siblings on vacation, whenever she had some days off, which didn’t happened often.

Nozel didn’t understood even why this reason motivated him so much to go on this mission. His mind wasn’t even that much focused on the task ahead, but more about seeing a place that meant a lot his mother.

Even though, like everything related to the wonderful Acier Silva, it put a sharp dagger through his heart. It opened a wound that never had been close since he was fourteen years old.

For so long, Nozel had been afraid to focus for too long on anything that was somehow related to his mother. It always hurt too much and more importantly, he didn’t deserve it to have those memories without pain.

Yet, lately, ever since Spade, he seem to remember more often, willingly. The pain was still too much to bare, yet Nozel couldn’t stop it.

Having lost his curse must have made him mad in a way. He was so used to have it that not having it anymore felt… wrong. Now wonder he was going mad, if not having a horrible thing made him felt mad.

Nozel touched his neck, there were the curse mark used to be was now just a subtle scar, barely seen or felt. Making the golden chocker he still wore useless, but he put it on anyway. A good person would have abandoned it.

But that wasn’t him.

It would never be him.

He couldn’t go back to sleep. Not with those thoughts. Maybe he should walk around and come back, it sometimes helped him to fell asleep again.

Nozel wondered if he should try to ignore all those thoughts or rather dwell on them. Both options seemed appalling, though.

As he stood up, his eyes fell onto the office desk of his cabin. It was quite the ingenious invention, as it was anchored to the wall and on the floor, making it impossible to move, even during a thunderstorm. Same as the bed and any other furniture.

It wasn’t much anyway, but Nozel didn’t mind that much. This cabin, despite being smaller, actually had more furniture than his chambers back at the palace.

But his eyes fell on the books that were on it. Six, actually.

Three were his own. It was a long time since he read those stories and it felt a bit wrong to bring something on a mission that had nothing to do with it. But somehow, Nozel thought that maybe he could. Noelle did it as well, after all.

The Rose Crown, Fawkes & Geneviève, Lullaby of the Maiden…

It was just stories from old medieval times, when there was no Magic Knight squads and Wizard King. Stories of courteous love, of knights and fair ladies, tragedies, of only loving from afar.

If he ever would fall in love ��� as if that would happen to a man like him – Nozel always assumed that it would be this way. Only from afar, as pure as it could be. But never happy.

The other three books were more recent, had happy endings and were also about love. But despite that, it still hurt. Not only because he would never know that, but also because… those were some of his mother’s favourite novels.

Pride & Prejudice, Persuasion, Sense & Sensibility…

Why did he brought those books with him? Was it because he would go to a place his mother loved?

Well, Nozel didn’t want to read anyway.

After putting his sandals on, he made his bed and left his cabin. The ship was still moving, subtle only, as a mother rocked a baby.

Mother…

Nozel started to walk along the hallway. As silently as he could, to not wake up the others.

But apparently, it wasn’t good enough. A door to another cabin opened.

And the Black Bull witch came out.

Nozel froze. Why did it had to be her? As if it was already not enough that she certainly hated him because of what happened to Noelle and wouldn’t want anything to do with him? No, just yesterday, she stumbled as she came on the ship, he had to catch her… and she actually dared to flirt with him, in front of everyone, before realizing it was him!

Nozel wondered if she was as embarrassed as he was. But no, she was known as the Drunk Witch and given Noelles stories during her visits, that woman might have completely banned embarrassment from her personal dictionary.

The witch looked up and gasped a bit as she saw him. Nozel quickly looked away because… she barely was wearing something. Just her underwear! Was that even normal, even for a Black Bull? Not to mention that those pieces of fabric could barely be qualified as underwear, as they barely even covered…

Why did he looked back? Nozel turned his eyes again. She must think he was some kind of open pervert that only objectified women. As if she hadn’t already a horrible opinion about him.

He had to admit that, objectively speaking of course, she was quite beautiful. Much more than many noble ladies that always tried to woo him. Her porcelain skin, those long eyelashes, her elegant arms and legs, that swan like neck, her eyes, that wavy hair and that special shade of pink… what was it called, rosewood?

Oh no, he didn’t realized that he was staring again! What was wrong with him? Was this whole mission a big mistake, as he took decision he never would have made before? Like indulging anything related to his mother?

And the pain came back…

For a moment, Nozel had the impression that something in her eyes softened. But that was his mind playing tricks on him. Why would she ever soften her glance at him? He hurt Noelle who her squadmate.

“Bad dream, huh?”

“Is there any other kind?”

Nozel hated that he said that out loud. As true as it was for him, it was still a weakness and he shouldn’t show any weakness. Especially in front of someone who of course didn’t like him, might even despise him.

And who had good reasons for that.

“Wanna come in? That kind old sailor cook made me some and it’s always a good thing against bad dreams.”

Nozel looked up, shocked by her proposition. Why was she nice to him? Didn’t she resent him? She should, right? She had no reason to offer him something as delicious as hot chocolate.

And… why did she reminded him of his mother? Acier also swore that nothing was better against nightmares than hot chocolate.

“Cat got your tongue? Don’t tell me you dislike hot chocolate, handsome. Noelle always needs at least three big bowls of cocoa each morning. Don’t tell me she is the only one the family, that sweettooth must be in the genes.”

Now, her tone was flirty again. Was it to tease him? A subtle undertone to show that she disliked him? Some noble ladies who tried to woo him sometimes used that tone with him, Nozel neither was blind nor deaf.

But somehow, it still felt different…

Again, his imagination. Just his imagination.

But the witch was also one of Noelles squadmates and probably a better sibling he would ever be, no matter how hard he tried. If he wanted to be on better terms with his sister, then being polite with her squadmates maybe would be helpful.

“Only one cup, then.”

He might be polite, but he didn’t want to stay for too long. It was already unfitting for him to enter a woman’s chamber, even though she invited him. Nozel already so much dignity with all the mistakes he made, he could at least try to hold the last bit of respect that wasn’t in the mud.

The witch smiled – why? – and waved him in. As he entered, Nozel saw that her cabin wasn’t different from his, except that it was fuller and completely in disorder. It almost looked like Nebras bedroom, either at the palace or back at the base of the Silver Eagles. And Nozel thought no one could top Nebras shambolic nature.

It was strange. There was some familiar feeling in this chaos, even though it wasn’t Nebras. And it wasn’t back home at the palace.

Although… The Silva Palace stopped to be his home from the day his mother died. It was just the place he lived, but not home.

Another pang of familiar guilt went through his heart.

In the meantime, the witch filled two little cups with hot chocolate and handed one to him. Nozel took it, careful to not show his hesitation. He still had no idea if the witch was just trying to be polite or if there was something he should be cautious about. She was a Black Bull and certainly knew about Noelles past. She had reasons to hate him and maybe thought that Noelle needed to be avenged.

And Nozel wouldn’t even blame her. Wasn’t it normal to want to avenge people you loved and that had been wronged? He himself wanted to take revenge on Megicula for his mother. Why wouldn’t the Black Bull witch taking revenge on Noelles behalf?

And yet still… Nozel couldn’t feel anything out of the ordinary, anything that would have woken up his suspicions.

“Not quite the talker, aren’t you, sugar?” the witch giggled while taking a sip.

“Not really.”

“Small talk isn’t the worst, you know?”

“Small talk is what nobles use if they hope to gain something on the subtle way from a royal, especially a Head of House. I had to deal with those kind of people my entire life since I was fifteen… So, I have yet to find something positive about small talks.”

The disgust must have been quite obvious in his voice. The witch frowned and looked closely at him. He felt like his mask was falling. And he couldn’t have that.

“You don’t like nobles.”

Well, what an understatement.

“You know, for long I thought that only the kind commoners, peasants and some misfits like us Black Bulls would dislike nobility. But not only, as I found out. If even a royal like you, who isn’t a black sheep like Noelle and who is actually a Head of House, doesn’t like nobles, I really wonder why nobility still exists.”

Good question. But it wasn’t as easy as that.

“It’s… complicated.”

“That’s an easy way to not handle things going wrong.”

“Sometimes… but sometimes, it is not an excuse. It is really complicated. I am… myself struggling with it. But I’m not the only one. It is difficult to understand for many and a lot of nobles… add to the problem. They love power and a lot just want more of it. It’s simply put, but it’s the basic image.”

“Why not getting rid of nobility and any status altogether?”

“If it was that easy, it would already be done a long time ago.”

Nozel refused say more. The witch clearly didn’t care about nobles and how that corrupt world worked. If her idea was to simply get rid of it, she clearly was naïve. Which was stupid and not a good thing to be as a Magic Knight.

Yet, Nozel envied her a bit for her naivety. He had it as well when he was a child. But he lost it when his mother died.

And he lost every right of childlike joy when he started his unforgivable mistakes…

The witch must have noticed something shifting within him, as she put a hand on his bare shoulder. Nozel flinched at the touch. It was cold, yet not disagreeable. And her skin felt like silk…

But his flinch made her back away.

“Sorry, didn’t meant to startle you. But I think that since you don’t like nobles, maybe you shouldn’t have come to this mission.”

“The Wizard King asked me to come.”

“Well, I don’t think he would have mind you saying no.”

“I’m a captain. I can’t just say no when it fits me.”

“Yami does it all the time.”

“I’m not Yami.”

Nozel really hoped his tone hasn’t been to harsh. He knew how much the Black Bulls cared for the foreigner and they had good reasons for it. They went all to Spade in order to save their captain. Certainly the witch wouldn’t like if someone talks about Yami Sukehiro in a negative tone.

He didn’t like Yami, but he would be stupid to not respect him.

“Do you maybe have another reason to go on this mission?”

How did she know? Was her drunk reputation just a mask and she was actually terribly observant?

Nozel did the mistake again to look at her without his usual mask. And the witch dared to roll her eyes.

“It’s simple logic, darling. It visibly bothers you to go on that mission, yet you’re still going. You certainly have another reason than the mission. Nothing wrong with that, I don’t think you should be ashamed about it.

He wasn’t ashamed! Not really, but…

“It was the place my mother spent her honeymoon.”

“Oh.”

She sounded like she understood. Why?

“Does Noelle know?”

“Not yet…”

“You should tell her. Don’t you think you owe her that?”

“I know!”

He saw the witch flinch and he immediately regretted to have yelled. He didn’t want to yell, but he hated being remembered from others that he owed Noelle. He knew that better than anyone else. He owed his little sister more than could fit in the rest of his life and it would never be enough.

“I’m apologize for the yelling, miss Enoteca.”

“Please, handsome, you can call me just Vanessa.”

“Miss Vanessa… I know I owe Noelle this. But… Noelle looks so much like our mother and it is one of the pathetic reason that had lead me to do all those my mistakes towards her. I know that she deserves to know more about our mother. But Noelle is also her own person and after being practically in the shadow of a woman she never knew… it had hurt her. And I’ll do anything, anything… that it won’t hurt her again. I just… don’t know how to do it.”

Nozel hadn’t meant to tell the witch all of that. It was a bad idea, especially in front of someone who disliked him. It would sound to her like he was trying to find excuses. But that wasn’t it.

But who would believe that?

Still, it had felt… right to tell it to someone. To open his heart, even just a bit. He didn’t deserve it, of course. Yet it still felt it needed to get out. How strange.

Was he really getting unable to carry his burden anymore?

“Handsome… have you ever been able to grieve?”

Her voice didn’t sound any kind of upset or not believing him. Not even unkind. It sounded… like she was surprised, taken aback, maybe a bit sorry.

Hopefully it wasn’t pity. Nozel had never been able to handle pity.

And compassion had never been given, at least he never saw it.

“Tell me, miss Vanessa…”

“Just Vanessa is fine.”

“When… when a child, not even old enough to have a grimoire, lost a loving a parent… and is left alone to take care of the other siblings, unable to properly grieve and placed in a position to big for someone that age… What should be done?”

Nozel didn’t even know why he asked. After so many years, he hadn’t questioned why he didn’t got help. But…

All of a sudden, he remembered how he had asked himself this question when mother died. And he never get an answer. Was there even one?

The witch seemed to think a bit before answering, “Well, that child certainly shouldn’t be left alone. At least one adult should be there to support said child and the younger siblings, to help all of them dealing with the loss.”

“And… when no adult was there? When no adult helped?”

“That would be so cruel to leave a child alone with a task too big for that age. Left alone, that poor child might make mistakes and be screwed growing up, not to mention the younger siblings. But which adult would leave a child alone in that situation.”

Nozel didn’t answer. He just look at the witch. Not even trying to hold his usual mask. He didn’t had the strength anymore for it. Not tonight at least. He really was getting weak.

He saw confusion on the witch’s face at first, then the slow realization. His heart break for some reason at the sight… Was it right to have told her that much already? And why was his heart breaking when it wasn’t even whole in the first place?

Nozel felt like he was losing himself. Again…

“Wait… don’t tell me… that child is you? No one helped you? Why?”

He didn’t answer. After all, he didn’t had the answer himself. Except that he wasn’t a good person, but somehow, it sounded so… wrong?

The witch looked like she wanted to hug him, but thankfully she didn’t. Pity wasn’t something he wanted to get.

Instead, she put her cup back on the table and put a hand on his shoulder. This time, Nozel didn’t flinch. He couldn’t look at her either. It was wrong that he told her all of that. But it didn’t felt like it…

“You shouldn’t had been left alone back then…”

Nozel didn’t cry. He couldn’t. But her genuine kindness, despite her obviously disliking him, was enough to let at least one single tear fell from his eyes.

Vanessa went silent, but her presence was somehow doing more than his guilt…

[zukkaoru]

55 + gincott

22 + higumitch

66 + tanitachilucy

hello have some. characters running away from their trauma in the hopes that that will bring healing (it won't)

gincott + full machine by gracie abrams

i know i know better you're no guarantee but if you asked me to run away i'd go easily

“Have you ever considered leaving the Mafia?” Louisa asks, her voice quiet and hesitant. Like she isn’t sure she even wants to hear the answer.

“Leave the Mafia?” Gin asks. They frown. It’s been a passing thought. After Dazai disappeared, they wonder what it might be like to seemingly vanish off the face of the earth. But they’ve never entertained the idea as something truly plausible. The mafia is the organization they’ve sworn their life to, and they see no reason to run away. It would cause far more problems than it’s worth. “No. Why would I?”

“Well, it’s just—” Louisa stammers. There are things she wants to say; Gin can tell. But they can’t read her mind, so they simply remain silent, waiting for her to collect her thoughts. Hoping she’ll deem them worthy of sharing. “I mean, I don’t want to—to force you into anything. I know leaving the Mafia would be dangerous, obviously, so it’s not like I’m expecting it. And it’s not that I care that you’re an assassin or anything—that would be pretty hypocritical of me. But—”

She cuts herself off, looking away.

“But what?” Gin asks. They’re rather curious to see where this is going.

Louisa sighs. “I never planned on staying in Japan,” she admits. “After Francis got the Book, I intended to return home. To my parents and my sisters.”

Oh, Gin thinks numbly.

Louisa is asking, because—

She wants Gin to go with her?

“I know it would be next to impossible for—for you to… you know…” she shakes her head. “Anyway, it doesn’t really matter, because I’ll probably just stay here. My family doesn’t even know what the Guild really does or our involvement with all of the stuff that’s gone down in Yokohama recently, or how dangerous the whole being-an-ability-user thing is, so… It would be weird to go back.” She lets out a nervous laugh. “I’d never be able to be honest with them.”

Gin doesn’t know what to say.

It sounds…almost nice, in all honesty. To leave the bloodshed behind, to live in some quaint American town with Louisa. Sharing a small apartment and having her sisters over to visit on the weekends. It’s a life Gin never imagined for themself, but—

It is an impossibility, but for just a moment, Gin wants to throw caution to the wind and agree to run away. For just a moment, they believe it’s a life they could have.

-

higumitch + homesick by noah kahan ft. sam fender

two months since you got back how have you been and are you bored yet? the weather ain't been bad if you're into masochistic bullshit

It’s been two months since Margaret returned home.

She has yet to make a full recovery from her time spent in a coma, still relying on a cane to walk more than a few steps and needing many breaks when on her feet for long periods of time. She’s going to physical therapy, to relearn how to use her hands, and she’s been seeing steady improvement, but it’s slow.

She fears she may never return to the person she was before.

Her hometown is a dull place, with her family’s house sitting far back off the road, surrounded by cornfields rented out to people who are actually farmers, miles upon miles away from anything of excitement. Margaret spends most of her time inside, or seated on the swing on the back porch. The blazing sun of a Georgian summer bears down overhead, but her hat shades her from the worst of it.

Higuchi does not have such fortune. Her hair is tied up in a bun, and she’s wearing Margaret’s old clothes—a long, flowy skirt and a short-sleeved blouse. But no hat to shade herself. And she really isn’t used to this sort of weather.

Her cheeks are still pink with lingering sunburn.

“We have sunscreen,” Margaret comments. “If you won’t wear a hat or sleeves, you should at least put some of that on.”

She shifts uncomfortably. “I… I don’t want to be a bother.”

Nonsense, Margaret thinks, except her parents have gone to run errands in town and won’t be back until tonight, which means Margaret would have to get up and walk through the house to search for the sunscreen herself. In her current state it would be a bother.

She frowns, pressing her lips together.

She sincerely hates this place, this house, her own body. She wasn’t overly fond of Yokohama either, but after seeing the world, coming back home is…

It’s suffocating.

There is nowhere to go, all her friends have outgrown her, and she really is too old to still be living with her parents, but she’s incapable of living on her own at the moment. She would have Higuchi, too, but Higuchi is still struggling to learn English as Margaret struggles to relearn basic motor skills. She’s only here because the Mafia was in shambles—one of her friends a traitor presumed dead, one without his memories, and one who simply walked away from the Mafia. Higuchi was stressed to the point of self-destruction, being pulled in all directions, and so—

Margaret stepped in. As soon as flights were allowed to take off from Yokohama once more, she would be flying home to Georgia, where her family could help her through the rest of her healing process. She offered for Higuchi to join her.

She offered a chance for escape, and Higuchi took it.

Margaret can tell, though, there are days she suffers regret like a bullet ripping through her chest. She lets the sun hurt her, because she believes she deserves it.

Unable to do anything else, Margaret carefully picks up her half-empty glass of sweet tea and hands it to Higuchi. “Drink this, at least. You need to stay hydrated.”

Higuchi accepts the glass with a soft smile. Their fingers brush as it passes between their hands, and moth wings flutter in Margaret’s stomach.

“Thank you,” Higuchi whispers.

If Margaret is trapped back in her hometown, if she must die in the same house where she was born, she is grateful that she at least has Higuchi with her.

-

tanitachilucy + florida!!! by taylor swift ft. florence + the machine

i need to forget, so take me to florida i've got some regrets, i'll bury them in florida

“I’m starting to think this was a bad idea,” Tachihara admits as Tanizaki helps him into his seat. They’re at a Waffle House in a coastal Florida city, one street away from the gulf, and it’s nearly three in the morning. They’ve been travelling for nearly twenty-four hours at this point, though Lucy is the only one who has actually had to suffer through airport security and a cramped middle seat—the other two spent most of the time hidden away in Anne’s Room.

“You suggested it,” Lucy reminds him, because coming here was Tachihara’s idea to begin with. He wanted out of the mafia, and the best way to go about that was running halfway across the world, with the only person he could trust who speaks English. She couldn’t really turn him down, though. The mafia is dangerous for someone who can’t see, even if said someone has a metal manipulation ability that allows him a sort of sixth sense to aid in navigating the world without sight.

And Tanizaki…

Well, he was never going to be a good fit for the mafia. Forced there against his will because of some deal the Mafia Boss made with Fukuzawa, which he insisted be upheld even in the wake of Fukuzawa’s death. Without Naomi, Tanizaki really had nothing tethering him to the Agency.

But without Naomi, he really had nothing tethering him to Yokohama at all.

“It’ll be fine,” Tanizaki assures him. “Between Anne’s Room and Light Snow, no one will be able to track us down.”

“Yeah, but we can’t fuckin’ talk to anyone here either!”

Lucy flicks his ear. “You’ll learn. It gets way easier when you’re constantly surrounded by people speaking the language. Trust me, I know.”

Tachihara sighs.

“Even if this was a mistake, it’s too late to turn back now,” Tanizaki points out. “We can’t return to Yokohama as traitors to the Mafia. They’ll shoot us on the spot.”

“He’s right,” Lucy agrees. “And I’m not about to watch the two of you die. We have to just keep moving forward.”

[magicalgardenofhypnosis]

The Jerk

My frenemie Jackson Montgomery who is of mixed race heritage which is really cool to me is also a entitled jerk who follows me to my place today. One day he slams the door behind him in a fit of fury he follows me to the end of the apartment build hall way grabbing my arm in to the area and all the pain in the world.

He swings me to the side of the room as he is pushing my back hard on to the wall as I feel pain surge and he stares deeply at me in annoyance. I can tell he is ready to tell me that I am the guy that he wants more than anything even though I am in control of the situation so I decide to play along with him in a game.

I calm him down backing him up he shook his whole body starting to smile a bit it is growing wiser and the happiness is over taking his body as he stood up at his full height. I move about the room avoiding his gaze, his body is keeping track of me like a heat seeking missile flying through the air ok to me like a projectile.

“Tell me the truth Lawrence! Why are you being such a bitch about this? Damn it! You bastard talk me I want to be with you. Why can’t you do that?” Jackson yells furiously.

“Fine what the hell do you want front me I mean…I am sorry but you are driving me bat shit crazy.” I yell back at him as he forms a tight fist in his hand ready to throw a punch and I back up.

“I want you to open your goddamn heart to me already, you are fallen for me like I have with you and you can’t deny just come to me already.” He walks forward blocking me from escape.

“Fine! Idiot”

“Asshole”

“Jerk”

“Fucker”

“You are impossible”

I laugh siting next to him giving him a shove

I place a palm on his forehead turning it to face me, I lean snapping my finger in his face as he falls back in to the chair and I assume control.

I tip his bad sliding to both sides sliding my to hand to his shoulders rubbing them hard as he sinks and I lean in to his ears whispers utter through my mouth and he nods in his understanding and acceptance.

“Wake Up!”

“Huh!”

“Uh! What’s happening?”

“Ok! We can do it”

“Do what?”

“Geez”

“I said kiss me”

“Yes Master”

The end

Family Transaction

My name is Alexander Kyle Maxim Markwell Allensworth the one man sickness band in my family and often the biggest person to be called out and judged thoroughly over and over again. You have no idea how it all unfolded for me to be in this particular situation when I head up the staircase to my grandfather attic it is where I found a note left for me in bright bold letters. I sigh picking up the letter I waltz over to the window pulling down the shades the golden sunlight shines radiating on to my letter I begin to read till I hit one particular elongate paragraph. Taking on my cue from the letter instructions I stand before the mirror to begin chanting the phrase in secret a mirror image walks out of it and into my body.

“Hey little cousin” my asshole older cousin Stephen swears with a smirk then grabs hold on to my shoulder.

“Oh Stephen! “ I say offering my hand for him to shake fiercely grabbing my hand he holds mine tightly.

“Why are you always so standoffish.” He is finally yelling at me I ignore him as he calms down a bit.

“Why don’t you start treating me with some respect?” I ask him annoyed watching his eyes go dull.

“Oh Sorry!”

“Give me your body”

“Sure How?”

“Close your eyes “

“Obey me”

“Give in”

“Smile”

“Take a deep breath “

“Aaaaahhhh”

“Fall on top of me”

“Erase yourself from existence “

“Much better “

“Stephen”

“He’s gone”

“What? What the ?”

“It’s my body I guess “

The end

[gatorbites-imagines]

I Saw You Asked For Padawan Anakin Prompt Sooo

Padawan Anakin x Male Reader Where Reader And Anakin Are Obviously Pining In Love But Haven't Said It Yet.

Reader Is Super Touchy When He's In A Good Mood And His Go To Hello And Goodbye For Anakin Is A Lil Boop On The Nose (To The Point Reader's Tackled Him When He Almost Walked Out Without His Boop) And It's A Major Reassurance And Comfort For Anakin But Reader's Been Havin Issues With A Persistent Suitor Lately So He Kinda Scatterbrained When They Run Into Eachother In Passing And Just Shoots Him A "Hey." And Keeps Walking.

Padawan Anakin Skywalker x male reader

Headcanons

My inbox is always open when it comes to star wars requests btw 👀

-          You had been in the group that had to transfer Padme to Coruscant, so you ended up on Tatooine with the rest of the group. You went with Qui-gon and Jar Jar, replacing Padme. Here it follows canon except for you are in Padmes place so you leave a deep impression in Anakin.

-          After winning the podrace you ruffle his hair and kiss him on the forehead, making the kid beet red as he’s never gotten affection from anyone but his mom.

-          Things go like in canon, with you all reaching Coruscant, the attack on Naboo, Anakin meeting Palpatine, etc etc.

-          The difference Is the fact that you don’t hide getting along with Anakin and liking him. You are force sensitive but are of royal descent meaning you can’t join the jedi, but you are at the temple a lot for training and whatnot.

-          This leads to you and Anakin meeting up a lot and spending a lot of time together. During all your meetings, even as you grow older, you are very openly affectionate. Your openness helps Anakin be more open with his feelings aswell, and his relationship with Obi wan isn’t as tense as in Canon, because he can express himself to you.

-          He tries to deny, until Padme points out how he blushes every time you boop his nose to say goodbye, or when you hug him. He gets embarrassed but is sure you would never like someone like him, so he tries to hide it since he doesn’t want to lose you.

 

-          Anakin doesn’t even realize he has a crush on you in the beginning, until Padme, who’s a good friend in this universe, teases him about it.

-          You yourself have gained a crush on the handsome Padawan, though you like to joke about his hairstyle and pulling on his braid to get his attention. It always makes Anakin pout in a way that makes you want to kiss him.

-          You shove down your crush, because Jedi can’t be in relationships and Anakin would definingly not choose you as he was way out of your league.

-          You didn’t notice him going as red as a tomato when you leave, or how he wrings his hands in his robes.

 

-          You continue to circle each other for years, you only growing more affectionate, going from boops and small hugs to almost tackling Anakin in the training hall, or giving him a big over the top kiss on the cheek when you had to leave early.

-          This all comes to a grinding halt when your parents decide you need to marry, for the better of the family. They don’t really care that you don’t want to marry, so they send out an envoy to nearby planets that you are open to marriage.

-          This leads to multiple suitors attempting to sweep you off your feet, but you and Anakin come up with a plan. You become the brattiest most annoying being in the galaxy when the suitors try and romance you. You’ve even gone to the point where you roll on the floor throwing a tantrum because the shade of the napkins was the wrong grey.

-          The suitor is always there, always talking to you and trying to touch you which you sneer and duck under. You try to up your behavior, but they just chuckle and say they’ll set you straight when you marry.

 

-          To say the plan was effective was an understatement, as all but one suitor ran for the hills at your display, much to your parents’ annoyance.

-          It reaches a point where the only place you have privacy is your quarters or the jedi temple.

-          Anakin is quite worried next time you come to the temple, and even more so when you rush right past him with nothing but a small greeting. He tries to follow you, worry coming off him in waves in the force, but Obi Wan makes him stay back as they had been training.

-          Anakin sits beside you in silence, letting you decide when to talk. You finally give up trying to meditate and just stare into the water. That’s when you tear up and start crying tears full of frustration.

 

-          He finds you later at one of the ponds in the room of a thousand fountains. You are sitting and trying in vain to meditate. He can feel the annoyance and hopelessness pouring off you. This a feeling jedi aren’t allowed to feel, but seeing as you aren’t a jedi you can.

-          Anakin panics slightly, but wraps you in his arms, cuddling you close to his chest as you sob. He rocks the both of you from side to side, letting you release all your feelings in the way you feel is best at the moment.

-          When you’re crying finally comes to a stop, the two of you keep cuddling. You both feel butterflies in your stomachs, and in Anakin’s case have a blush covering his entire face.

-          Anakin will never admit to jealousy bubbling inside of him along with anger. He tries to release the emotions into the force, but some linger. If he tightens his arms around you, so be it.

 

-          “So, what happened?” the Padawan softly asks, which makes you grow misty eyed. You force down the tears and just ramble about what’s happening and the suitor.

-          When you finish talking, you rest your head on his shoulder. “I don’t want to get married” you mutter, which makes Anakin nod. He doesn’t want you to get married either.

-          That’s when you tear up again, knowing the reason you don’t want to marry is because you love Anakin. You whimper that you don’t want to marry because then you can never return to the temple or to Anakin and you don’t want to lose him.

-          He stares at you, face growing hotter as you tell him how much you care. Hope blooms in his chest. When you turn your head to look up at him, he leans down and presses his lips clumsily against yours. His braid brushes against your face as he leans down, his lips soft and oh so kissable.

-          You lay on top of him as you pull him in for a kiss again, pouring all your feelings for him through it to the best of your ability. Anakin is the one to freeze this time, but quickly responds, placing a hand on the back of your neck and the other on your hip to draw you in closer.

 

-          You freeze, eyes wide as you stare at the closed eyes of Anakin. He must feel your apprehension as he tries to pull back, but you move quick, throwing your arms around his neck and bowling him over.

-          The two of you keep kissing for what feels like an hour, when you finally pull back. You stare at each other, faces both completely flushes and lips colored from the attention.

-          You both end up sitting again, turned towards each other. You’re both quiet, neither of you seeming to know how to break the silence after what just happened.

-          In the end its you who confesses first, telling Anakin how you’ve felt about him for years. At your confession Anakin seems to burst open like a dam, the words pouring out of him how he’s loved you since you met.

-          You both end up laying in the grass, both happy you had chosen a pond hidden away from everything as you cuddle. Kisses passing between you and holding each other’s hands with your fingers interlocked.

-          You would deal with the suitor later you decided, even if it meant running away from your family. Little did you know Anakin was thinking the same. If loving you meant leaving the Jedi, he would leave right now. You both thought of what your life might be together, away from all of this.

-          With a last soft kiss, you rested your head on Anakin’s chest, who ran his hand through your hair, whispering compliments in huttesse.

[tteokdoroki]

an ode to winter | dabi.

♡ pairing: dabi/touya todoroki x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 14.1K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: manga war arc!au, single-parent!au, unplanned pregnancy!au,  angst, fluff, smut.

♡ summary: touya todoroki had broken a lot of things, your heart, promises, your window a few times, but you swore he'd never leave your child feeling that way. but when he wants back into your life, will he take no for an answer? And do you even want to say it?

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, ( literally 5k of it ), MANGA SPOILERS IN THE EXTENDED ENDING,  mentions of pregnancy, mentions of semi-toxic!relationships, struggling with parenting, blackmail ??,   unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, losers ), handjobs, oral sex ( female receiving ), fingering ( female receiving ),  choking, branding, squirting, spit!kink, needy touya lol <3

♡ author’s note(s): OK so this started out as a fic for my bestie @ozzy-bozzy​ but then turned into this long ass vent fic bc i do be struggling!! i’ve barely written for touya so apologies if his character is off. special thanks to @bakugous-trauma for beta reading n @doinmybesthere for the summary and beta reading and thanks for 4.7K MWAH <3

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the snow had fallen heavy that day, its flakes dancing along the window panes while you’d brought her into the world. you hated the cold, the way it nipped at your nose and stung at your cheeks, how it could freeze over a heart so badly that it would take years to thaw it out. you’d complained about the ice sheets that frosted your windows to the doctors, the ones on the roads too, but they’d simply wrote it off as your anxieties related to bringing kori home for the first time in such weather.

funnily enough, your daughter much resembled the cold in many ways. you’d named her ‘kori’; meaning ice, since her hair was white as the crisp blanket of winter outside and her eyes a piercing shade of aqua marine, that for a while, had no meaning written behind them except for a cool curiosity that you knew didn’t come from your side of the family. she wasn’t warm either, the first time you held her, her flesh against yours was almost a painful spark of frostbite— you expected that it was related to the lineage she came from too.

you thought that you’d resent kori when she was born; for the struggles that her new life had brought to you. you’d given birth alone and afraid, having lost friends and contact with your family due to keeping your pregnancy a secret. if they had known who caused you to end up in this situation in the first place, you were sure you’d have lost them all anyways. you hadn’t a chance to attend maternity classes due to the hours you worked in order to ensure yourself and your child’s financial security. although, prior to her arrival, dabi had told you that if you chose to give your daughter the todoroki name; you both would be looked after when the right time came.

and like a fool in love, you’d believed him, avoiding the apologetic gazes of the doctors and midwives who’d delivered your baby as you filled out her paperwork and birth certificate. one nurse even asked you if you wanted to contact endeavour for support, and you couldn’t blame her— the rumours of your child potentially being that of natsuo todoroki’s had spread fast through the hospital and it was a given, figuring his bad boy college reputation. natsuo and his ventures into the college life were no stranger to the media, so it didn’t surprise you nor the doctors to believe that this wasn’t the first time a girl had given birth alone to a todoroki child. you suspected that if there were any, enji todoroki would have paid them off.

so you let them believe what ever false truth that might have plagued the hospital walls about yourself and your daughter— not having the heart to tell them that you’d probably receive a much larger sum of money to keep hush about the child that you mothered and the child who’s father belonged to endeavour’s deceased, eldest son.

so you realised, thumb held by the chubby hand of your sweet infant girl; that you couldn’t hate her for the mistakes you’d made and the mess you’d become tangled up in— you could only promise to do your best in raising her despite the odds and difficult circumstances, you could give her the life and childhood that her father never had but most certainly deserved.

“miss yn...”

your midwife; himari enters the room, calling for you— tearing your gaze away from the hypnotising sea-foam eyes belonging to your daughter, the way she looked at you only reminding you of dabi. you’d told him once that his eyes always took you to the mediterranean sea, to which he’d laughed and mentioned you’d never seen it before. when the pair of you realised that this was true, the boy with the black hair and intoxicating stare made an oath to you, that he would take you there someday so you could bask in the warm sun and dip your toes into the clear oceans. you only hoped that this oath still remained true.

“miss yn...” himari tries again, this time stepping further into your hospital room. your thoughts had carried you so far away that you hadn’t realised how close she’d gotten as she lingered by your cot. her hands lay flat against her pale blue uniform, nails you note—neatly trimmed— and a smile that would have made you feel comfortable had you not known she’d volunteered to care for you because she too believed she’d be paid off by endeavour. you almost felt bad that she thought the silly lie was true and that she had a shot at a big time bonus but it was funny to think that no one would believe her when she eventually took to the news to claim that she cared for the next heir of the todoroki empire. “it’s says here, that kori is scheduled for feeding— i was wondering if you wanted to continue breast feeding or try pumping a bottle or two today?”

chewing on the inside of your cheek, you hum with hesitance. feeding kori was something you’d never discussed with dabi, some of the nurses had assured you that it was possible for you to do both— so that you could grow closer to your daughter and form a tight bond whilst also giving the opportunity to others to feed her when need be. there weren’t many others, but you figured that dabi might want to give bottle feeding a whirl when he finally returned from the league business. the business that had made him miss his little girl’s birth.

kori gargles from hunger in your arms, drawing your attention back to her tiny form. a stray strand of hair curls against her forehead from underneath her blankets and swaddling— the end you notice has a slight tint of red to it. the icy shell around your heart thaws. glancing back up to himari; you grin with a decision in mind. “i’d like to try breast feeding again, we can use the pump tomorrow.” you say, voice quiet.

“do you need any help getting her to latch?” your midwife asks, aiding you into a comfortable position to feed kori.

“no,” you smile after getting settled, pushing down your gown to expose your breast to your little girl. “i’ve got her, i can take care of her.”

you say the words more so to yourself than to himari, a hidden reassurance that you’re more than capable of raising your daughter on your own.

for now at least.

that winter, dabi never came home.

the snow melts, the flowers bloom and the seasons change. your daughter grows with the swift transition of the weathers too, her hair is a little longer now but the small curl of red against her forehead remains hidden and the same. her eyes open wider, still that deep shade of ocean blue, she can sit up on her own, throws toys out of her crib  and her favourite movies are bambi and bambi two. they’re the only things that she watches, which you hate, because they remind you of her. an innocent child who loses one parent and is left in the care of the emotionally closed off other.

you hadn’t realised how much you would need dabi, but still he is nowhere to be seen.

raising kori on your own proves a challenge, especially now that she’s a little bigger— it was easy after she was born; she was quiet and only made a fuss when she was hungry or needed to be changed. went down easy too, that was until her wails reared their ugly head as soon as the colder parts of winter hit. no matter what you did, the girl would cry for hours on end until her face would hurt from how scrunched it was and her fingers would turn red from the grip she had on your hands.

since her birth, you and kori had to move three times due to the noise complaints about her consistent crying throughout the day, evening and night. by the time february rolled around, you’d ended up in an apartment not so far from dabi’s old neighbourhood— it was a shitty area with high crime rates and an eerie feel to it that made you clutch your purse tighter when you walked home from the late night shifts— you had never had any intentions to raise kori in a dump like this, you wanted a better life for her than what dabi had, but your shabby two bedroom apartment in the dark side of town would be enough for now.

the rent was cheap since your current boss at the local grocers market was close friends with the building manager, but your boss was also a sleaze who thought offering you an extra 10% off of your weekly shop and an expired coupon for the coffee joint down the street would be enough to get into your pants. he was just another thing on your list that you hated about the world, about the current life you lead but you needed to keep him close to keep your rent low and a roof over your head.

besides, it had been a few days since you last saw him at work— the asshole was probably taking a few days to himself while you and your colleagues practically ran the store.

you can’t leave kori with a sitter; they never worked with her. your daughter was far too temperamental for the average person and would spend one night with her before taking their pay and quitting. the only person able to handle your beloved little girl was the old lady who lived two floors above yours, mrs. yamamoto. she was a sweet woman, widowed by fifteen years and had taken a liking to kori that one time you’d helped with her groceries when she couldn’t make it out in the february winter after your little girl was born.

it seemed kori liked mrs yamamoto as well, she was only ever quiet in the woman’s presence and you put it down to how high she had the heat up in her apartment. one time, it was up so high the power in the building went out for an entire night— which was hell for you since kori wouldn’t stop bawling. however; you appreciated the help, you’re sure that without the help of the elder woman you would have been far under the surface— drowning in regret.

but sometimes, it’s easy for the darker emotions to slip through the cracks— take a choke hold over your sanity. there would be nights where guilt would consume you and tears would flow heavily down your cheeks while your daughter slept. it was hard being alone, no one to confide in about the troubles of parenting or to reassure you that you were doing a good job at taking care of your child.

it didn’t help that winter was coming up again, kori’s first birthday fast approaching. the sudden milestone only made you wish that dabi was around more — it hurt you to know that there was possibility he’d run out on you and his responsibilities as a father but part of you believed that your lover was better. the eldest todoroki son appeared way too excited throughout your pregnancy to leave you with nothing.

despite not being able to make it to appointments due to his criminal nature, dabi had somehow manged to find the money to get you a 4D ultra sound of your baby, telling you a few odd jobs here and there allowed him to scrape the cash together. you never asked what it was that he did, afraid of what you might find in the eyes of the man that you loved so much.

why did you allow yourself to love a man who wouldn’t have given you the time of day if he hadn’t broken into your home? his seafoam eyes a glowing shade as he threatened your life through shards of broken glass and then wails of cop sirens outside. were you just as broken as he? had you not realised it yet? you could blame this whole mess on the fact that he kept coming back, but you always let him back in. dabi was a broken man who only knew blood and grit and grime and you were the girl with a chance to lead a normal life— yet you poured all of your heart and all of your soul into loving him because you were so sure that you could fix him.

and every single time you’d convinced him, convinced yourself that what you had could be normal and domestic— dabi would slip between your sheets, pinning you to your bed with your name heavy on your lips and the emotion of love painted into the turquoise flecks in his eyes. they burned with passion while his heated cock sunk between your plush thighs and welcomed him into your warmth. the moans you’d share while your skin slapped together, creating a bubble of safety where you were the only two people on the world.

dabi made promises against your swollen lips as his fingers swirled hidden messages of desire into your slick, puffy clit. he couldn’t give you the ring, the wedding or the house with the white picket fence and dog barking at the post man in the front yard— but he could give you every part of him from the good to the bad, the beautiful to the ugly and he would seal that promise with a throaty groan of ‘you are mine and i am yours...’ into your ear as you came together.

but it seemed that like all things, dabi’s promises were broken like shattered glass— never meant to be kept or eternalised. the shards cut your delicate fingers, the pain numbed as you were left to pick up the pieces and be strong for the small life you were now responsible for.

you were careful to not let the door fly in and hit the wall opposite as you unlocked it, stumbling into your two bedroom with kori’s chubby legs locked around your hips and bag full of groceries in your other hand. “look princess,” you coo down at your daughter sweetly, watching as she drools all over your staff lanyard from work. “we’re home!” bending down, you dropped the produce off by the door before heading off to your living room area, propping kori in front of her toy mat.

smiling down at her, you brush the pure white hair that curls over her cobalt eyes and kiss her freckled cheeks— heart swooning at the way kori giggles in your arms. she’d been on her best behaviour the entire week, keeping out of trouble with the staff at her daycare and mrs yamamoto in the place upstairs, so it was only right that you treat her.

“you hungry babygirl? want mommy to make your favourite, hm?” kori is barely old enough to talk aside from a few babbles and repeats of mama but that doesn’t stop you from asking.

“mmmamamamaa!!”

you press another kiss to her baby fat cheeks before heading to the kitchen to prepare her favourite dinner— spaghetti. ever since kori started eating her solids, she hadn’t been a picky eater and you noticed that her appetite much resembled dabi’s, who couldn’t afford to be fussy about any of the meals you’d made for him before he disappeared.

making the sauce is easy, a dish you’d prepared from when you were a child and used to cook with your parents— you retrieve the ingredients from the groceries and pull out the stuff you’ll need to cook them. you mince the vegetables easily like you’d been taught as your mind gets away from you.

you wish that dabi was here to enjoy the domesticity of your current life— maybe him being around would lift the dark cloud over your life. sometimes it hurt to know that he would be missing out on moments like this and you could imagine him sitting by the couch while kori played with her toys and you cooked for them both. in this world, he’d laugh at her fascination with colder toys and magnets— make a joke about how much your little girl resembles him and kiss your cheek when you served them both up their favourite meals.

tears pool in your eyes at the thought of your wish never being granted and that’s all it takes for you to slip and cut your finger while chopping up the garlic. “fuck!” you boss, dropping the knife and squeezing your hand around the wounded digit. you know that the clattering of the knife has scared kori, and from the way she looks at you, you can already tell that she’s seen you injure yourself. “god, fuck...that hurt.”

there’s a pause in time, while you rinse your cut under the tap, cold water soothing the sting before kori starts to wail like her life depends on it. in a rush, you grab a tea towel in hopes that it’ll stop the bleeding and head straight for your baby, hoping that you’ll be able to soothe her. by the time you reach kori, her eyes are red with tears and snot dribbles from her nose down to her chin while she babbles loosely all the new words she’s learned— in a whiny tone.  

“baby, don’t cry mommy’s got you,” you murmur to her, reaching out to the little girl with open arms. your heart breaks at the way her bottom lip wobbles in a watery pout. kori crawls into your arms, white mop of soft baby hair buried into the junction between your shoulder and your neck— her tiny body shakes with awful heaves and cries while her tears dampen the old hoodie of her father’s that you wear, effectively ruining the fabric. “come on honey, it’s okay! momma didn’t mean to scare you...”

she snivels in your arms, quiet for only a second while you walk around the apartment bouncing her. walking kori up and down seems to soothe her for the most part, a trick that worked when she was first born and had her horrible crying fits. “good girl, mama’s got you...” you continue to soothe her, brushing a finger under her white lashes to remove her tears. all is well for a second and it seems her tantrum has calmed, until she grabs onto your wounded finger and makes you curse in pain again.

“shit!”

“m-momma-!” kori whimpers, face creasing in pain as her cheeks start to heat up again. you fear that if you don’t do something soon she’ll bust a lung from crying.

you shake your head in an attempt to calm her down, baby sobs striking right through your body and resume bouncing her, hoping that it’ll work. “shhh kori, honey, it’s okay— mommy’s okay and so are you...” in the process of comforting her, you somehow trip over the discarded knife, sending it flying into the cabinets across from the island and making another loud noise that further spooks kori.

at this she screams bloody murder, the sound of her little chest heaving giving you a splitting headache. you were tired, tired of your daughter’s crying , working long hours with no help and raising a child all on your own. you were tired of the pain spreading through your head and your body and your heart. you needed an out or break at the very least.

you should feel guilty for what you’re about to do, heading for the nursery with a heaving baby in your grip. you can’t think of anything better to do than put kori down for a nap and hope that her crying tires her out— you do your best to pry the little girl from clinging onto your clothes and tuck her into her crib as she sniffles, quickly backing out of her room before she can call for you and make you feel even worse than you already do.

you close the door quietly behind you, somewhat sliding down it while your own sobs take over your body— shaking you violently as you hug your knees to your chest. you don’t know how long you sit there, biting your lips and holding onto in your whimpers while tears stream down the apples of your cheeks, but eventually

you find yourself drifting off with dreams of your happy family.

you jump awake a few hours later, surrounded by a thick darkness from the sky outside. the hum of the city streets helps to bring you back down to earth as you rub the sleep from your puffy eyes and blink away the exhaustion. you don’t quite remember when you’d fallen into a slumber but you figure that kori must have eventually, judging by the quietness that surrounds your apartment.

the blanket of the night allows your guilt to burn brightly in your chest— you shouldn’t have left her alone. scrambling to your feet, you stumble over to the kitchen counter and grab your phone to read the time. 11:06pm. it’s just about time that you check on your daughter, but with two steps of heading to the nursery and you’re met with foreign sound that doesn’t quite fit in with the usual creaks and squeaks of your apparent.

happy gurgles belonging to your baby creep out from underneath her bedroom door, low humming or singing to accompany her sweet sound. humming that you don’t recognise. with a pang of fear to your heart, you reach for the knife on your kitchen floor as a weapon of defence— this would go down nicely with the police. a single mother on self defence...yeah, that could work out.

the knife shakes in your hand as you approach kori’s nursery, barely steady even when you push open the door.

“...touya?”

nothing could prepare you for what you’d see after walking into that room but when your eyes fall witness to your love standing in the centre of the room with a little tuft of white hair cradled to his bare chest. the air around you tingles with warmth as if dabi has heated the place up with his quirk and your little girl curls into him as if she’s known him all her life. but she hadn’t, he hadn’t.

all at once, your heart heals just as it breaks— it’s been so long since you’ve seen the villain that you can’t help but notice all the changes in him, the way his eyes droop a little more with exhaustion and his hair dusted with a the slightest bit of white. he was noticeably thinner too, maybe from being away from a warm bed and good food for too long...so a half of you was relieved that he was home, the other— hurt and betrayed.

“hey beautiful,” dabi’s timbre voice fills your entire being, stimulating your senses into a dull tingle. his lips a drawn into soft smirk as he rocks kori back and forth, your  baby’s eyes flutter with the gentle indication of sleep. “how’ya been?”

if you weren’t frozen in shock, you would have given the villain a piece of your mind. how dare he...after all this time apart from you, from his daughter...ask how you were doing? your eyes flutter to the open window behind the oldest todoroki son, as if you need to look away from him to convince yourself he’s real and he won’t disappear when you look back.

proven right by meeting the cool, chartreuse sea of his eyes— your throat runs dry as all you’d ever dreamed of saying in this moment, flees from your mind. “what are you doing here?” you say, trying to sound firm even though your voice falls through.

touya stays quiet, twirling a long finger through the small curls on his—your daughter’s head. “i was in the neighbourhood.” he mumbles, gaze tearing away from you to focus on the content infant he has in his arms.

you should feel angry, you should be screaming and kicking at dabi— forcing him out of your home with your child safe in your own arms but your body doesn’t will you to. hurt seeps through your veins at the casual aura in his tone. of course dabi would treat the situation as if it never existed and that he’d been with you the whole time. the pain of seeing him with her as if he’d been in kori’s life from the very start wraps around your heart in a poisonous grip and squeezes hard until you’re choking back a sob, letting it sit in the base of your throat.

you refuse to break in front of him.

“you need to go. you need to put her down and you need to leave.” you attempt to assert yourself in a harsh bark, almost making dabi jump. he’d never seen you like this before, but then again he hadn’t seen you in a year. he could only imagine what motherhood had done to you, especially facing it on your own. touya hesitates, kori shifting in his soft grip— one he didn’t even know that he had as a villain but you steady yourself and repeat your words. “touya, i said you need to leave.”

“why? so you can fall asleep and leave her crying on her own again?” the villain spits out, harsher than he intended. he watches your face fall and your body curl in on itself and he feels bad. dabi had promised you a lot of things since realising he loved you, and not hurting you like his father hurt his mother was one that he’d just broken. relenting, the dark haired villain eases kori from his pec and tucks her into her crib.

there’s a beat of silence and then. “i’m sorry.”

“you should be.”

“yn,” he sighs, running a hand through the light roots of his hair as he leans over his child’s crib. the young father tilts his head, scanning kori’s face while he identifies every characteristic she has from the family he’d done his best to free himself of.   “i’m sorry, it’s just— just that she was cold and crying, so i took off my shirt and held her and she warmed up and—“ dabi pauses his quiet rambling, finally looking up from the slumbering baby tucked away into powder blue silk and locks eyes with you. “and she probably has my mom’s shitty quirk. and i can’t get over how much she looks like them, how big she’s gotten.”

touya finds his shirt after admitting that, throwing on the thin white material before closing the window he came through. he moves with the swiftness that comes with his job, and it’s almost peaceful to watch. you stay plastered by the door, torn between falling right into the palm of his hand and demanding the answers that you and your daughter deserve.

it makes you feel a little sick when he gazes down at kori with pride, it makes you queasy at how easy she was to handle to him. touya todoroki doesn’t know half of what it was to raise his child...but did that make you a bad mother? was there something he shared with kori that you didn’t? dabi hadn’t known what it was to love someone other than himself until he’d met you, but you’d spent your entire life around family and friends who took care of you and made you feel cherished every day. you had all of that before you had dabi, and you’d given it all up for him.

shouldn’t you be the one to easily put your daughter down for a nap? to soothe her tears? and for him to come so briskly into your lives and take care of it all when he doesn’t even know what you’d been through, hurts most of all.

“you don’t even know her,” you start, tremble to your bottom lip as the sob in your throat builds up and threatens to burst. “you never saw her after she was born, never cut the cord, never knew her weight. you don’t know how tiny she was when she came into the world, you don’t know because you didn’t come!” with each word, stray tears manage to escape from your tired eyes, but you’re too fixated on dabi to bother to wipe them. it hurts to cry, it stings even as they stream down the apples of youth cheeks but you don’t move.

“yn, sweetness, i—“

“i know how much she weighed when she was born, four pounds and thirteen ounces. she was so tiny i was scared that she would break—“ you’re gasping now, almost choking yourself out on the pain that burns brightly in your lungs and claws its way up your throat. “i know her favourite foods, what fabrics irritate her skin, her favourite stuffed toys, how she likes to be swaddled in her blankets at night or that her curls make her face itch but they’re practically untameable.”

you start to heave, losing breath with every word and dabi does nothing but watch, keeping an eye on kori to make sure she stays sleeping as he steps towards you. “i know that i love her more than i’ve loved anything in my entire life, despite how much i suffered alone bringing her into this world. and i know that i named her kori after the ice that frosted the windows of my hospital room while i waited for... you.”

touya remains emotionless while you descend into madness, letting you cry it out. “i’ve been watching...”

you want to scream, beat his chest and blame him for how insane you’ve become. “watching isn’t enough touya, she needed you. i-i needed you.” you whimper, falling limp against the door frame as your hands move threateningly towards your hair as if you’re going to rip it out from the root. “...you couldn’t come and visit? not once i-in the eleven months that she’s been alive? not once while she’s been breaking me down and giving—“

“giving you a hard time? i tried, i took care of you from afar...i’m the one who made your boss disappear. the one who put his hands on you.” dabi sneers towards the end of his once gentle words, standing a breaths width away from you. you hate that you crave the same touch from him as he gave to kori, but you’re still so mad at him.

eventually, it all becomes too much and you succumb to the tears that wrack your exhausted body. you sway with each choked wail that tumbles from between your chapped lips and dabi surges forward to catch you after kicking the knife from earlier away, letting you sink into the warmth of his embrace. he feels like home, smells like safety and not a word is uttered as he brings you to the floor and cradles you like he did with his daughter.

dabi doesn’t need to say sorry when he shows you through how close he holds you to his heart.

when you finally calm down, dabi lifts you bridal style to your bathroom and draws you a bath with the salts and lavender extract from the cupboard above the sink. neither of you speak except for when he softly offers to help you undress— to which you decline— and when he tells you he’s going to fix something to eat.

you knew damn well that the villain could not cook, he hadn’t been when he was little since endeavour took away the entirety of his childhood and you’d only taught him the basics when he was still on the run and stopped by your place from time to time. his favourite thing back then had been to watch you cook to the weird music you kept playing, hips swaying to the beat and a sparkle in your eyes— but you didn’t do that anymore, he could tell those days were long gone.

dabi orders in takeout in the end and you have half a mind to curse him out for using your money— but the day’s events have exhausted you beyond your wits end, so you eat with him in silence atop your double bed after dressing in an old shirt of his. “stay the night.” is what you tell him, scared that he’ll leave. he puts his cigarette out on your balcony. the doors usually stayed locked so kori couldn’t crawl out on her own but you opened it for him since dabi liked to smoke and you hated the ash.

he promised to quit back then, and he hadn’t now.

“i’ll stay.” dabi says, throwing the butt over the ledge and stripping his clothes as he follows you to bed. he decides not to mention he wanted to stay anyway. you peel back the covers enough for him to slip in behind you, heated arms wrapping around your waist and settling on your tummy, where he rubs small patterns into your skin. the villain’s chest is  overwhelmingly warm against your back— reminding you of the days where you would spoon and he’d wait with baited breath for kori to kick.

both of you lay together, wide awake in the dark for goodness knows how long. touya’s breath balmy against the nape of your neck and if you focused hard enough, you could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin. he pretends to sleep, refusing to acknowledge that his proximity to you affects him in the worst of ways— evident in how his prominent hard on presses against the swell of your ass.

rolling over, your heart skips a beat at the way your love’s eyes still manage to glow brightly in the dark— ignited by the flames of his quirk and emotions of angst from the past.

they flicker as he looks to you, pale skin illuminated by the silver moon slipping in from your balconies, scars as enticing as ever. tentatively, you reach a hand out to cup his face, not kidding the apprehension that paint his matured features even as you run your fingers down the scars on his jaw. “been a while since we’ve been like this,” is all you can muster up, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek while your free hand snakes between your bodies in an attempt to pleasure the man.

fear strikes you right in the chest, leaving you panting as dabi flips you onto your back quickly, pinning your wrists against the bed. “don’t,” he growls, almost feral in tone and in his eyes. “don’t do something you might regret in the morning.”

you lay still, staring at the man above you in an attempt to read him. doing so had always been hard, but tonight you can see every detail of his life and every part of him.  the fear of being his father and disappointing another group of people, a broken man torn between the people he loved and the life he led— you could finally see him. you wondered if it hurt him to be away from you and his child, if he ever thought of you.

you take a deep breath, fabric of the sheets fuzzy in your ears as you shake your head up at him. “i could never regret being with you,” you sigh, dabi’s gaze lowering. “i just need you...”

your proclamation is all the permission dabi needs before he ascends on your neck, almost whimpering at the taste of your skin against his tongue. you know that he’s avoiding your lips, scared that things may not feel the same if he kisses you there— as if your love might have fizzled out from the months that you’ve been apart. the villain’s mouth is hot against your skin, sharp teeth sinking into the column of your throat— it’s not hard for him to find the spots that make your back arch and body tingle, the dark haired man  would be embarrassed to admit that he had your body mapped out in his brain. you were all that he thought about in the months between then and now.

you miss his lips, but you fear that if you push your love to far he’ll clam up and withdraw from you completely. you can’t lose him while you have him now. in the meantime, your bodies press against one another hotly, burning while dabi paints shades of blue and purple deeper than his eyes against your flesh before lapping at each love bite with an odd tenderness people wouldn’t think he possessed at first glance. as he works, touya loses grip on your wrists, allowing them free roam across the expanse of his back.

your nails leave light tracks across his back, trailing up from his muscled back to the nape of his neck— curling in the white roots of his hair in an attempt to tug him up to your lips. “baby,” the old pet name tumbles from between them before you can catch yourself, laboured from where you’re short of breath. “please kiss me, please..”

with newly mussed hair, dabi is still for a moment before leaving one last mark at where your jaw meets your neck— wet tongue lolling over the fresh bruise while his large palm move back to cup your head. a thumb belonging to a scared hand runs over your bottom lip, pulling the plump flesh down while he watches your face for a reaction. “are you sure that’s what you want, beautiful?” the villain chuckles into the dark of the night, pink muscle running over his own lips to wet them in anticipation. “you want your man to kiss you?”

your senses go into overdrive, desperate for any kind of contact from the man above you— he feels so close and yet, a million miles away, even with his body making its way between your thighs and your chests pressing together eagerly.

“touya—“ you breathe, barely able to finish your sentence before the man himself delves deep into your mouth. his lips move with hesitance at first, sucking on yours slightly and parting for air more often than he should but you grip him by the whites of his hair firmly and tug him further into the kiss. your tongue dances along the seam of his lips, prying them open as you seek permission for entrance— dabi groans lowly as you tug on his roots and force your way into his mouth, tasting him as if it were your last time.

you swallow each of his moans that mingle softly with your own, while your tongues dance together messily— the kiss were and sloppy as if the two of you were out of practice. your worries fly out of the window from there, it’s good to know that neither of you had been with others during your time apart instead you feel like a teenager making out with their highschool crush for the very first time. dabi’s hips rut into the plush bed beneath you both and you can tell that even the slightest touches are riling him up beyond belief— it’d been almost a year since he’d felt you against him in any way and it didn’t help that you were so ready to accept him.

that you still wanted him.

whimpering at the thought, the villain pauses against your lips to catch his breath— panting softly. you can feel him pulling away, questioning if he deserves to be with you after everything he’d put you through. so, cupping dabi’s jaw, you let your free hand slip between your heated bodies and glide your fingertips along the waist band of his sweats.

“yn, i ain’t so sure about this,” dabi sighs, body twitching at the proximity of your hands to his hardness, his eyelids flutter shut and lock away his beautiful blue eyes— holding fear, insecurity and desire. “what if ya’still regret this later on?”

smiling up at him, you thumb at his cheek and work your hand deeper into his pants, past his underwear. “you’ve been away too long baby, i would regret not being with you more,” you coo up at him just as you grasp at his hardened length, watching as dabi shudders in your grip. his cock leaks hotly against your soft palm from going untouched for so long, your fingers explore him— tracing down the thick veins on the underside of his length. “let me make you feel good tonight.”

“fuck, sweetness. talk pretty with that filthy fuckin’ mouth of yours.” touya breathes heavily against your mouth, both of yours falling open in hot moans. cheekily, you run a thumb over his tip, circling the slit at the top. dabi collapses on top of you, burying his mop of salt and pepper hair into your neck as he drives his hips into your hand at his own leisurely pace. “y’better live up to those words—shit, don’t go letting me down, princess.” jade orbs finally open, heavy with lust and desire as the air around you tingles with a newfound desire to make each other feel good, settling on the planes of your marked and scratched skin.

your grip around dabi tightens while he fucks into your closed fist, wet sounds filling the room from where he leaks at his bright red tip— almost hot as his hands that dance up your sides and tenderly touch at your hips. so unsure, yet so needy. clear, thick precum guides the movement of your hand as it slides up and down your lover’s girth— he’s much bigger than you remember, swollen with an impending orgasm and dabi stutters when you reach further down his boxers to grip at weighty balls full of his seed, just about ready to burst.

he howls from deep within his chest, the noise only muffled from the drool that glides across his tongue before the villain’s wandering and scarred palms stop at your rib cage, settling just under your breasts. you don’t bother to stop pleasuring him even as his quirk ignites, blue flames burning right through your night shirt to expose your skin to the cool night air.  without even a second thought, dabi’s mouth ascends on your tits, taking one into the hot cavern while his free hand seers marks over the other.

the thought have being branded by your man makes your hips jump and your hand squeeze his cock in your grip— a reminder of what’s to come later on. his strawberry tongue rolls across your hardened nipple and you yelp in surprise with the sudden feeling of cool metal across the exposed flesh. “y-you have your tongue pierced?” you squeal as dabi repeats his actions, loving the way you arch your back into his mouth and your heart rate speeds up.

“never know when a bit of metal’s gonna come in handy, sugar tits.”

you barely have time to formulate a response before your boyfriend’s mouth is back on you, biting and sucking and marking your raw flesh like a man starved of his last meal— you don’t let up either, quickly pumping his cock as he continues to leak, painting your hand with teases of his incoming release. you’re sure that his sweatpants and the sheets below you will be stained with his arousal from how much precum oozes from his dick, slicking up your hands and creating the perfect flashlight but you don’t dare to think of anything else but the way dabi’s face twists with pleasure as he desperately thrusts himself into the softness of your palm.

his cheeks flush red, globs of drool connecting the roof of his mouth to his tongue while his eyes grow fuzzy at each step he takes closer to orgasm, the very drool from his mouth covers each of your breasts as dabi switches between them— creating a layer of wet against your supple skin that shines under the moon. you flick your wrist around him, faster, harder— giving the villain everything you’ve got to make him feel good.

“shit pretty girl, y’gonna make me...cum,” touya shakes in your grip, eyes crossing and tongue becoming lazy against your marked up chest. his salvia pools against your skin while he pants and fucks your wet hand as if it were your pretty little cunt clamping down on him. “fuck, fuck, fuck. don’t you fuckin’ stop, don’t you dare fuckin’ stop...”

he barks out the demands, but there’s a neediness to his tone and whine to his voice that makes you grin with pride, even if you’re barely there from having your nipples stimulated beyond belief. “cum for me touya, please, wanna feel you come undone for me.” you beg him, ever so slightly and it’s just enough to push the villain over the edge, sending him into an earth shattering orgasm. you don’t dare to stop as you jerk him off, guiding down from his high as his cock twitches from release and paints your knuckles with the thick white of his seed. he mewls contendly into your breasts, slowing his hips while the world of colours dance behind his cerulean eyes.

“here with me yet?” you murmur to him, grasping his wild locks to tilt his head up towards your face— dabi looks so blissed out but the smirk on his raw and bitten lips tells you the night is far from over.

pressing a searing kiss to your sternum, your boyfriend’s pierced tongue makes yet another appearance as he trails the muscle down your soft tummy— biting your navel as he goes. “never left gorgeous, but don’t you fucking dare think for a second that this is over, y’got that?” he sits up quickly, grabbing hold of your doughy thighs and using them to pull you down the bed. the pads of his fingers start to burn marks into your skin, dancing along your legs and stopping just above the waistband of your underwear. “gotta stretch this cunt open before i give you my cock, remind you of who the fuck you belong to.”

spreading your thighs nice and wide, you release a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding as dabi’s hands finally come into contact with your slit, prodding at your slick folds from over your panties. lowering his face between your open legs, your boyfriend hums in satisfaction as he peels your sticky panties away from your pussy. “why, babydoll, you’re so fucking wet down here. this can’t all be for me, can it?” touya teases you, hot breath fanning against your unused sex while his fingers play with the string of your slick that coats them. “y’must’ve missed your man badly for your lil cunt to look this fucked up, s’pecially when i haven’t even touched’ya yet.”

you shiver and nod weakly, willing to say or do anything to feel more of your boyfriend against you. “s’all for you dabi, o-only you could get me this wet, n-no one else could take your place...” you mewl, hips bucking into the air while the man himself watches you grow needier and needier, hormones expelled into the air. dabi grins, leaning into your core once more to press his nose into your wetness, sniffing your spiked panties like the dirty man he is— only to then lay his pierced tongue flat against your folds, tracing your hole with the muscle while his nose bumps at your clothed clit.

“saved this all for me, huh? you’re so loyal, sweetness. waiting for me all this time…” he kitten licks at your cunt until you’re writhing amongst the already solid sheets, forcing his spit into your hole from over the thin fabric of your panties, creating a more prominent outline of your puffy lower lips as your thighs quieter around his head. they threaten to close as he works on you through your underwear— teasing and prodding at your sex to see if you respond the same way to his touches as you used to.

you force your shaking through his black and white locks, grabbing hold of his roots in an attempt to pull dabi back to your heat when he lifts his head from between your thighs— pushing your lips into a pout. “no, no no, baby, please— need you to eat my cunt, want your mouth on me, please!” you cry out, but you’re quickly pacified by his scarred hand which cups your pussy— seat of his hand grinding into your clit.

“god, if i had known you were still this eager to fuck me i woulda come home a long time ago, babydoll.” he chuckles, licking up your inner thigh and biting down on the plush flesh. “need’ta get rid of these though, they’re getting in my way.” the villain gestures to your panties, making you watch as his quirk burns it’s way through the silky material until it’s nothing but ash against your sheets. you gasp as soon as your cute little pussy is exposed to the cool air, missing the warmth of touya’s pink tongue against it. “better.” he sneers, eyes bright and glowing in the dark with a new sense of feral desire.

thick digits press into your tight hole at the same time touya takes to sucking on your swollen clit, forcing their way up your velvet walls in search for your pleasure spot. dabi chuckles against your sticky folds as you begin to whine, hips rolling up into your lover’s face while his tongue draws rough patterns onto your bud. you’ve missed him, missed this. the nights where the villain dabi would sneak into your home, becoming your touya todoroki between the four walls that you shared— where you would spend nights seeing stars by his hand or his cock and he would make you his over and over again. the memories have you clamping down on his digits like there’s no tomorrow, greedily sucking them in as he strokes at the walls of your sex and makes your whole body shake.

touya works hard at pleasuring you, apologising for his absence through slurping the juices from your folds only for you to gush and paint his scarred chin with more of your nectar. the way you taste makes him dizzy, he could spend the rest of his life between your thighs and never miss the outside world like he did before tonight. he wants to be good for you, make you feel good too and it’s not enough to feel the ecstasy roll off of your heavenly body in waves— he wants all of you, mind, body and soul to belong to him.

you can barely breathe, leaking with every swipe of his tongue against you and every twist of his fingers inside of you. you can feel everything at once, the euphoria crackling across your brain, high on the way touya makes you feel. “god, t-touya, don’ stop...feel so fucking good…” you heave in a drawn out moan, barely able to tell what’s up and what’s down as the villain pulls his fingers from your slick hole and replaces them with his tongue ( only after they’ve pushed down on your g-spot over and over again ).

“you’re not the one giving orders, sweet stuff, oh no.” dabi reminds you sloppily, looking like a child with no table manners as your nectar smears across his face. for his own satisfaction, he delivers a harsh smack to your pussy, watching as your entire body jolts and jumps up the bed. “your cunt is mine and i’ll do what i want with it, show you how much i missed it.”

his possessive words almost set you off, the knot in your stomach growing tighter with every pinch of your nub and every swirl on his tongue inside your walls, committing every ridge to memory. your body burns and you’re not sure if it’s from dabi pressing against you so hotly or because of the desire that fuels the fire inside you.

“yours, yours, yours!” you chant like a mantra, high pitched and whiny— your voice mixing with the crude sounds of your own pathetic cunt, that grows louder when dabi spits on your clit to add to your wetness. he lets it drip between your folds, fingers to busy with stimulating you to catch it before it slides between your lower cheeks, opting to use his tongue on you instead.

“ya’like that don’t you? missed your whinin’ pretty girl, fuck, even missed making you a fucking mess.” you keen into his touch, babbling incoherent praises to the man between your legs as he spreads you wider by the ass with one hand and forces his fingers back into your cunt with the other. his fingers curl into a come hither motion, repeatedly pressing down on your spongy spot as he sloppily makes out with your puffy nub— taking only one, two, three strokes to make your eyes roll into the back of your skull and your orgasm to wash over you.

your body convulses, shaking as you’re hit hard by your release— juices gushing all over your lover’s face even as he refuses to let up. “t-touya no...no no...can-can’t,” you whinge, tears clumping in your lashes. dabi spreads your lips again, using three digits instead of two to continue stimulating your clit until another release builds up inside your lower belly— clear liquid gushing out of your abused pussy and staining the sheets below.

he hums proudly, pressing a lasting kiss to your fluttering hole before reaching up to your lips to do the same, barely allowing you the time to catch your breath— chest heaving while you come down from your high. “so pretty when you squirt for me like that, sweetness,” dabi moans into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on him. but as soon as he comes, he’s gone— rolling you onto your stomach and lifting your hips so your ass sits in the air for him. “gonna take my cock now, kay?”

“kay,” you mumble into the sheets, brain too  fuzzy to resist as the villain manhandles you the way he wants.

after shoving down his sweatpants, the eldest todoroki grips the peachy soft flesh of your ass— smacking it a few times with his heat activated palms to watch the flesh jiggle and his handprint sink into the skin. you lean back, watching over your shoulder as his cock stands at full attention, hard from seeing you come undone on his fingers and tongue. it burns bright red at the tip, another fat glob of precum making it shine and making you dribble with anticipation. “y’such a fuckin’ slut, my beautiful slut… hungry for my cock even after i’ve wrecked your lil pussy so bad,” dabi says with a cocky lilt to his voice, the very tone making your hole clench around nothing. he taps his sticky cockhead against your slit, running it up and down your cunt three or four times— groaning as it slides between your cheeks. the sensation causes your back to arch as you wail, fingers gripping the bed covers so tight that you almost cause them to tear. “don’t you worry baby, ‘m gonna make up for lost time, you don’t have to miss me anymore.”

there’s a double meaning to his words that you don’t ask him to elaborate on, too caught up in the way he teases your hole as he dips his length in— only to pull it right back out. “don’t tease, need you badly,” you plead, earning yourself another harsh spank to your raw ass cheeks.

“shut the fuck up and let me fuck you,” the words are harsh against his tongue, but dabi utters them softly as he relents to his wishes. his cerulean gaze flutters down to where your bodies begin to join, his large hand gripping his length before he starts to push into your dribbling entrance. “god, you’re s’fuckin’ tight, you might as well be a virgin.” pussy spasming at his words, you leak against touya’s cock, creating a lewd squelching sound as he pushes more of himself into you. the weight of dabi’s thick girth causes painful, yet delicious burn which he eases by rubbing soothing circles into your clit once more. “been s’long, i outta fuck you open again, huh?”

“uhuh, take me again touya. make me yours, all over again.” you slur over the spit drowning your tongue, eyes fluttering shut when the villain’s hips surge forward his dick brushes against your cervix. his rough, calloused palm grabs your neck from behind, forcing you down into the sheets while he bottoms out inside of you and pushes the last of his cock past your entrance. the two of you groan in unison, touya sitting heavy inside of your walls before you muster up the energy to say. “move.”

he doesn’t need to be told twice, whilst dabi was enjoying the feeling of being engulfed by your soft, warm insides— cock twitching in relief from time to time— he finds it within him to pull back from your selfish cunt to thrust into you with all his might. the force pulls a broken squeal from between your bitten and bruised lips, your hips pushing back against dabi to keep him inside of you. the pair of you move in sync, bodies dancing in a sensual grind between lovers that moulds your cunt into the shape of your boyfriend once more. “oh fuck yeah baby, oooh, missed your cunny s’bad…” dabi yowls loudly, listening for the squashy sounds of your sexes moving against one another. “christ, you like when i talk about your pathetic little pussy like this?”

you bite down on your lower lip, embarrassed by your own bleats of pleasure when he degrades you like this. annoyed by your lack of answer, touya grabs onto your hips and pulls you off of his cock, only to slam them back into you seconds later. his pace is unforgiving and relentless from there, forcing your body up the bed with every thrust into your core. “yes! like it, love it, missed your cock so bad touya!” you cry, holding onto the sheets for dear life as his dick drags along your pleasure spots and his hands burn marks into your ass and hips.

weakly, you attempt to match his thrusts. circling the meat of your ass back onto dabi and squeezing around the head of his girth every time it plunges into your sopping pussy. your arousals mix as he pounds away at your hole, a thick string hanging between your bodies and dribbling down your inner thighs, tainting innocent skin. the wet noise reverberates across the room, creating a passionate symphony with dabi’s deep, pitiful moans.

even though it had been a while since the two of you had been intimate like this, dabi still knew all the ways to get your body going. he took you from behind but still let his marred hands wonder and explore the planes of your skin, pinching here and there, marking your body as his to use and his alone. there’s love hidden beneath his rough touches, little signs that he missed having you so close to him— having you split open on his cock while you dripped on his pelvis and ruined your bedsheets, was his own way of unleashing his pent up emotions of love, anger and despair onto you and you wanted it. you wanted his good and his bad while he fucked you like his life depended on it, balls deep inside the pussy of the woman he loved was where he was most vulnerable with you.

“s-shit, sweetness, you’re such a pretty mess, so fucked up on my cock, can feel you clamping around me like my greedy bitch should.” you’re stuffed so full, clenching every time touya drives his cock deeper into your gummy cunt, head prodding at the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. he’s losing his mind at how you choke out his iron hot girth, clear liquid seeping down your thighs at every thrust. “you’re my beautiful brain dead baby, letting me fuck you like this, yeah? missed you baby, missed this,” despite his words, touya is no better than you, mind hazy with thoughts of you creaming around him because of how good he’s made you feel. him, and no one else. you saved yourself for him after all these months, the least he could do was bring you to cloud nine.

he does so by angling his thrusts up to meet your pleasure spot every time, howling your name in the way he knows you like just to feel your hot cunny spew more of your juices out against his tummy. “missed you, thought about this for months,” you lament, elbows that kept you up finally giving out as your body tiredly collapses into the sheets— dabi’s balls still clapping against your ass. he follows you down into bed covers, chest pressing hotly against your back as the jackhammers into you from behind. “thought about your fat cock in my tight pussy, t-touched myself to you...made being alone worth it, made waiting for you to come home worth it. ‘cause i get to see your beautiful face when you fuck me…” you barely register what you’re saying, babbling incorrectly while the temperature of your body rises with your level of arousal.

behind you, touya’s cheeks burn with a new feeling. deep down, all he wanted was to be validated as a lover to you, he’d always been deemed as the bad guy incapable of feeling anything for anyone other than himself. but you, you had proved him wrong so many times and he still found your words hard to believe. yet, it felt good to know how much you loved him. snaking a hand down to your face, the villain squishes your cheeks together and brings you up to his own face despite the arch to your back— he keeps up his sinful pace, your lower cheeks bouncing with every push and pull of his length while he drips a globule of his saliva into your pouting mouth. “shut up,” he grunts harshly, although love is written across his cobalt eyes.

you smile up at him dopily, keeping eye contact with him as you swallow gratefully. “anything for you,” his hands slip from your squashed cheeks to your throat, cupping it as he holds you against him. more arousal pools in your lower stomach, turned on by the thrill of him being able to end your life right then and there, all it would take would be one flame but you know more than anything that dabi loves you and would never hurt you. “i love you, touya todoroki. i a-always will.”

your admission makes dabi’s heart stop in his chest, heated pants tickling your ear as he continues to take you and claim your body as his. with newfound vigor, he links his free hand with yours that lays against the bed and rams his cock into your core as hard and as fast as he can, determined to make you cum. “i—oh fuck, i love you too, sweetness…” the arsonist can feel the way your cunt flutters around his girth at his confession, tears building up in your eyes once more. god, you were so pretty like this, arched for him perfectly in the moon, stars illuminating every curve and dip on your body— showing off the stretch marks from where you’d carried his child. everything about you turned him on in the best possible ways and everything about you that turned him on, also turned out to be everything he loved about you.

your stupid big heart, your stupid big eyes when you say that you love him, your stupid smile when he used to kiss you and hold you and even now when he fucked you. touya todoroki was in love and in the worst possible way but he couldn’t say he regretted a single moment of it, not when you stayed true to him after all these months of being apart. you raised his child and you loved him all the same and a part of him is grateful that you never turned your back on him like everyone else he’s ever loved.

so the least he could do is make love to you, push his creamy cock into the depth of your core while kissing down your spine to watch you shudder oh so cutely. it’s messy and sloppy and the pair of you should feel nasty for the stench of sex in the air, lingering against your skin. but you don’t, how could you? not when love and adoration tingles in the air as well, it’s messy because of the unadulterated emotions you feel for one another— deep in vulnerability is where dabi grinds his cock slowly into you, hitting all the right places that make you scream his name into the night. makes him mumble incoherent praises against your bruised neck and squished cheeks as he lewdly licks a stripe up the column of your neck to behind your ear.

you gush around him and he grunts with ecstasy into your ear, tightening that knot in your stomach as you both step closer to your highs. “you like the way i fill this cunt up, huh? yeah? when i hold you like this, when i fuck you like this?” dabi mutters to you lewdly, holding onto his sanity by a thin thread as his own release sneaks up on him. “tell me you like it...fuck sweetness, please.”

“i love the way you fuck me touya, fuck! only you can make me feel this good,” you moan to appease him, bouncing back against his cock while his hips begin to stutter and your eyes begin to cross. it’s true, you love belonging to him, being able to bring him such pleasure and you know he feels the same way. the villain prods at your g-spot over and over again, stealing your breath away as he pulls you up and into your chest, changing the angle of his hips to bring you to the last hurdle. “baby—ohmygod—-touya! ‘m sososo close, don’t stop...don’t stop, gonna cum, give it to me, give it to me please!” you chant, eyes fluttering shut as you lean your head back against his shoulder and search for his hand, voice rising with every octave as you get closer and closer.

“fucking cum for me sweet girl, shit, cum all over this fucking cock.” dabi manages through gritted teeth, grasping your hand while the pace of his thrusts grow inconsistent.

that’s all that you need to hear before the damn breaks and arousal floods through your entire body courses through your veins. white dances behind your eyes in flashes as your release flushes out of your pussy and drips between touya’s balls, coating them in a layer your honeyed slick. you slump against your boyfriend, not able to mutter a word as you convulse in a silent scream and squeeze both his hand and cock alike.

gently, he pushes you down to the bed and pulls his cock from your intoxicating heat— his free hand clasps around his cock, palming himself towards a swift release. “yeah, oh fuck yeah, fuckin’ love you baby,” he cums on your back and your ass, thick, potent and milky seed landing on your flushed skin before he collapses beside you and exhaustion settles in his bones.

you black out for a few minutes after, fingers still intertwined but dabi manages to slip out long enough to retrieve a washcloth that's damp and warm to clean you both up with. you wake up just as he crawls back into bed with you, kissing your hairline while he makes himself comfortable. “almost thought i’d killed you for a second,” the villain jokes, slinging a loose arm over your bare waist and pulling you to lay on his chest.

“you couldn’t, even if you tried.” you counter sleepily, drawing star shapes on your boyfriend’s naked stomach. a comfortable silence sweeps over the room, despite the thoughts that linger on your mind. looking up at dabi, you notice him drifting off but still can’t help the words that slip from your lips. “why didn’t you ever come back?”

you feel dabi’s chest rise and fall with a deep sigh, fingers coming up to scratch at your scalp— something that used to help you to sleep when you were together before. “i was figuring out a way to get out of the league, to be with you and kori.” he says after some time, catching your eye as you give him a confused look. “shigaraki doesn’t know about her, i never told him. but i knew from the moment we found out about her, i didn’t want her to be a part of the life i’m involved in and knowing how the league works, they’d find a way to make use of her.”

you stay quiet, not knowing what to do with the new information and dabi’s reasoning for staying away for so long. on one hand you were grateful to him for keeping your daughter quiet and safe but part of you still wished he’d given you a sign to let you know it’d all be okay. grabbing your chin, he forces you to look up at him—passionate flames burning in his eyes. “i need you to trust me on this one sweetness, i promise nothin’ will happen to you nor kori. so long as i’m around.”

“pinky promise?” you ask him sweetly, feeling the truth to his words.

you hold up your pinky to the villain’s face, smiling through exhaustion as he rolls his eyes down at you. “pinky promise, babydoll. now get some shut eye, kay?” touya links your pinky with his, scoffing when you make him kiss them.

“g’night, touya.”

“sleep well, babydoll.”

the bed is cold when you wake up the next morning.

the panic sets in quickly, speeding up with the chirping of birds from your balcony outside. you shouldn’t be tearing up over the childishness of a pinky promise. he always made you promises but never actually kept the and as quickly as dabi had waltzed back into your life, he had left you alone and in the cold once more.

gathering yourself together, you stumble out of your bed— avoiding any mirrors that may show the cascade of marks dabi had left against your skin from the previous night. you feel embarrassed and ashamed that you let him back into your life so easily, especially now that you had kori to think about. tears start to well in your tired and puffy eyes as you head to the kitchen, thinking that a mug of coffee will calm you down before you prep your daughter for the day.

but as you wander out of your room, the familiar sound of your baby girl’s laugher drifts through the air— seemingly coming from the kitchen.  the sweet melody calls out to you and suddenly your casual stride to the kitchen becomes a brisk walk so you can reach her faster. “kori? baby? did you climb out of your crib again—?” you call out to her, stopping in your tracks when you round the corner.

dabi stands in the middle of your kitchen, still shirtless, with kori balanced on his hip— in one hand he holds a small blue flame, which you’re sure he believes is safe enough for kori to play with while the other steadies your baby girl while she claps and squeals. a first. you’re not too sure when the last time you’d seen her happy was, but you figure her father’s presence had something to do with it.

“i was going to make you breakfast, but the little shit woke up and i didn’t have enough free hands to make you a grilled cheese.” touya smirks over at you, diminishing his flame to grasp kori’s hand and use it to wave at you. she squeals happily, curls bouncing and eyes lighting up in a similar way to her father’s. your heart melts at the sight of them being together, seeing the mannerisms that they share and how joyous they seem. they both grinned the same way, shared the little twitch in their noses and even their sneezes. kori todoroki was an exact replica of touya todoroki, right down to the tiny red curl she had lost in her white locks.

“you know, i thought you’d left,” you make your way across to the island where dabi sets his daughter down and check her temperature— just in case her sudden change in mood is down to any sickness. “the bed was cold when i woke up.”

“didn’t i make you a promise last night, sweetness? i’m not going anywhere,” the arsonist reminds you, wrapping his arms around you from behind while you wipe at kori’s pudgy baby cheeks and give her the once over again. “if you’re checking the kid’s temperature, she's usually pretty cold because of my mom’s quirk. something ice related will be coming through, but she must’ve inherited your strong constitution. guess she has a normal body temp when i’m around ‘cause it balances her out.” while dabi explains the inner workings of kori’s incoming quirk, she claps and babbles excitedly from her place on the island— making a game out of throwing her toys off of it. all of dabi’s logic makes sense and you seem a little more relieved knowing how to take care of her from here.

picking her up, along with her stray toys, you set your baby down by her playmat again and switch on some baby-safe cartoons while you fix yourself and dabi some coffee, kissing all over kori’s face beforehand. he had whined when you pulled away the first time to give your daughter some attention, it was almost comical how the big bad villain had pouted then. “i wonder if there’s anything of mine she inherited or if it’s all you and todoroki genetics.”

“well, her pretty smile certainly didn’t come from me, babydoll.” dabi muses with a light chuckle, arms trapping you against his chest once more as you continue to make you both some much needed caffeine. the coffee machine whirrs as you sway together in the early morning sunshine, warmth from the sun brushing against your skin and touya’s hair tickling your neck before he presses kisses over your fading love bites while kori’s annoying shows play in the background. everything feels complete and at peace. you feel like a real family. “i could get used to this, this life with you.”

you spin in dabi’s arms, cupping his cheeks and taking in his face for the millionth time in the last twelve hours. “then stay, or at least visit some more now that you’re back. you may not feel it, but kori and i need you. everything has always been better when you’ve been around touya… and i mean that. stay.” you stare at him with pleading eyes, standing on your tiptoes to stare him down and communicate just how much you needed him here with you both.

and for once in his life, touya todoroki feels the most loved he’s ever really felt. here in this shitty two bedroom apartment with his angelic little girl and his beautiful girlfriend during the winter season— touya knows this is right where he needs to be. “i’ll stay, for as long as you’ll fuckin’ have me.”

“forever, then?” you ask, eyes lowering to your boyfriend’s lips.

“forever it is, babydoll.” the villain nods, following your gaze before leaning down to capture your lips with a promise written into your sweet kiss.

extended ending

you thought that the best kind of weather was when the sun peeked out from behind the clouds but the air around you was still as cold as a december’s day. the breeze is enough to make your nose run just a little, but occasionally the warmth of the sun’s rays radiates across your skin like a warm blanket, balancing it out.

it was the kind of weather where people didn’t know how to dress, some wore mismatched shorts and jerseys whilst others were decked out in scarves up to their cheeks and sandals where their toes flopped out. it was the kind of weather that reminded you of dabi and kori, they were your warmth and your cold, they balanced each other out and made your family whole.

kori sits on your right hip as you push the car door closed and wave goodbye to an accomplice of your boyfriend’s— your driver for the evening. your little girl’s curls are combed back into two even pigtails, dark blue bows in each one while the red lock of her hair ( now, much longer ) curls against her forehead stubbornly. she looks so pretty, all fancied up a dress that dabi had chosen for her on this particular occasion, the lace irritated her only slightly but the decapitated endeavour plushie her father had gifted her served nicely as a distraction.

you bounce her once, cooing down at your baby before you look to the hospital in front of you— a look of determination in your eye. ever since the night touya had visited you and swore to stay, he’d kept his word to the best of his abilities. being a villain was still a major factor in your relationship, he came when he could stayed if his job permitted it— taking care of your daughter when your shifts were long and even going as far as to learn his and kori’s favourite recipes to cook on the nights where you couldn’t or you didn’t fancy take out.

in the last few weeks his visits had become slightly more scarce with shigaraki becoming more and more demanding, but touya’s plan to leave the league was slowly coming to fruition along with endeavour and the hero society which had both carved a life of struggle for the three of you.

your boyfriend being busy had given you more time to reconnect with the friends you had lost over the last year, meeting up with those from college, mina and tsuyu ( who’d simply thought you’d gone off the radar ) for kori’s first birthday. they absolutely loved her and your sweet girl loved all the attention she was getting. you even had the chance to reunite with your parents, who were more remorseful that you felt you couldn’t come to them for help than the fact that you’d gotten pregnant during college.

of course, they all asked who the father was and you simply told them that he had died ( which was half true ), using the excuse that you were embarrassed to be widowed and with a child at your young age.

shaking your head, you enter the hospital and recite the words that touya had made you practice the night before. you were here by endeavours orders and needed to see mrs.todoroki. your lover had used some sort of hack to put you on the list of visitors for his mother but one look at kori was all the guards and staff needed to let you through. a few nights prior to today, dabi had asked you to do one thing for him before it all went down, kissing your knuckles over some sushi take out.

so despite your nerves, you would go through with this for him, especially if it meant your family could be together. some guards escort yourself and kori to rei todoroki’s room, leaving you with a curt nod and slightly more polite wave to your daughter. the room itself is slightly bleak, a chair and some blue cushioned sofas positioned in an L-shape parallel to the blanketed bed. there’s a tv in the top left corner which and a set of draws underneath where a clear vase sits— containing blooming blue flowers.

rei looks up when you enter, grey eyes flashing with confusion despite the blank look on her face as kori babbles happily in your arms. “who are you?” she whispers, hands retreating from her flowers and  folding neatly in her lap.

“oh! i’m yn, your son’s fiancé and this,” you beam kindly, further entering the room and being sure to lock the doors behind you. you nod your head down to your daughter who waves around her endeavour plushy— paying no mind to the situation unfolding. “this is our daughter, your granddaughter...kori todoroki! she’s just turned one and daddy thought it was about time she met you, isn’t that right pretty girl?”

“dada!!!”

rei blinks and you smile again. “she’s a daddy’s girl,” you explain and lift your hand to snow the small sapphire engagement ring on your ring finger. touya had proposed last night as well, certain your plan would work out. “and quite frankly, so am i! how can i not be when your son treats me so well.”

nodding slowly, the wife of endeavour looks down at her hands which you note, nervously fiddle with a stray petal. “so, natsu and you—?” you can see her trying to work it out, curiosity written across her features. you could see why the woman might think kori was natuso’s child— they looked a lot like each other just by first glance but rei was missing an important feature. the colour of kori’s eyes.

“oh no, your other son. the eldest one.” you correct her with a sinister shake of your head. swiftly crossing the room to set your daughter down in rei’s lap. you watch with an evil air of satisfaction as rei todoroki freezes with fear, as the mistakes her family paid out to touya suddenly come to the forefront of her mind. she wobbles with kori still in her grip and you shoot her a dark glare— reaching over to fix her flowers in their vase. “touya picked these out, always said that you loved them. such a pretty shade of blue, no wonder why they’re your favourites, right?”

“please leave.” she looks up at you pleadingly, shaking like a leaf in the breeze outside. oh how you wish your fiancé was here to see this but he had more important things to do.

rolling your eyes, you grab the remote to switch on the tv— pinching kori’s nose affectionately to make her laugh again. “come sit with me rei, let’s watch some tv to help you calm down.”

the woman nods weakly, barely moving an inch as you take a seat beside her with a smile. you skip channels a few times, pride swelling up in your chest when you finally land on the right one, touya’s broadcast flashing across the screen. he sits leisurely in a chair, shirtless with all of his beautiful scars on display— a painful reminder of his childhood and what he’d become. “i, touya  todoroki, was born as the eldest son of endeavour. today i’ve killed over 30 innocent people until now, some to protect my family. my daughter, who i have not been able to see due to my father. i would like to let everyone know why i’d end up committing such a hideous act.” he speaks such calmness and clarity, and you can’t help but feel emotional at how he stands in front of the world.

kori grins, leaping up at the sight of her father on the screen and claps her hands. “dada!! dada!! lookie s’daddy!!” she squeals while rei struggles to breathe, panic set in her eyes.

you put a hand on the woman’s shoulder, offering her a sweet grin in an attempt to calm her before the oncoming storm. “keep watching, mrs.todoroki, touya said we’d be one big, happy family after this.” the words are sugar coated and sickly sweet, carrying the dark meaning across to your fiancé’s mother.

looking away, your heart swells while touya tears down the hero society and spills the truth for all of japan to see. you were grateful to the man he’d become— loyal to you, to your daughter and the dreams that you had. the satisfaction of seeing the real villains of the world fall was much greater than any hush money enji todoroki could ever offer.

fin.

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HIII I'm so happy there's another active 2p writer out there!! I'll throw out something basic here to start you off, how about 2p!America with a female s/o that's the personification of the Sun? AHHH I LOVE THE CONCEPT SO MUCH EHNFHWHDW THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME ❤️❤️☀️☀️☀️

Believe me, dear, I know what you mean!! It just came to the point where I decided if there weren't more things out there, I might as well do it myself, and now this blog exists!

Now, to be frank, I'm mentally an old person, so I kind of had to run around figuring out what you meant, but hopefully this does you well!

Warnings: None, Use of ‘You’ And ‘She/Her’

Gender: Female

2P!America with a Female S/O That's the Personification of the Sun

If I could describe this relationship in one way, it would be that one tiktok of this girl with her cat that goes “WOW the whole head is just like the sun! good lord, lady!! shine bright!”

Now can I just say; a match like this would work so well together.

There’s no denying that there was shock when you were formally introduced to Allen’s family, and it wasn’t because there was a complete opposite energy going on. They just couldn’t believe a guy like him would score the sweetest girl known to man. God’s gift even! (Don’t let him know both Matt and Francois cornered you and demanded you to blink twice if you needed help, it’ll hurt his little manly ego.)

Your high strung energy and positive outlook could give Allen a heatstroke. Yes, he can understand why some people look on the bright side of things, but having a girlfriend that religiously follows this bubbly and joyful lifestyle was actually pretty cool.

Yes, the first time you met, he tested just how far he could go with this, but...

Let’s just say sunburns hurt.

(Never believe when he starts bawling over pushing you over the edge, he’ll moan and cry and then peek at you through his hands just to see if you feel any pity for him..)

Another thing; expect cheesy things from this bastard about your mindset.

“Why do you put your shades on when we kiss?”

“Don’tcha’ know, doll? It’s not safe to stare at the sun! Can’t go blind now or else I’ll never be able to see my baby girl again.”

And, of course, you can’t help but melt once he gives you that classic smirk of his.

He’s whipped the moment you start getting excited. And it can be for the littlest thing! Allen will lovingly watch you bounce off the walls with your love for the world. The moment you finally look back at him, he’ll have the goofiest grin with his shades on, giving you a thumbs up to show that he’s listening and basking in your warmth.

Despite being the sleaziest player, Allen does fumble a bit when with you, and who wouldn’t?

Your love for the world isn’t as big as your love for him, so devoting your affections x10 to Allen will leave him in such a giggly mess. His macho guy persona melts like butter on a hot piece of toast.

Not to say he doesn’t drop that flirty greaser guy personality he put up the first time he met you, but the easily flustered American will break his back to keep that smile on your face.

Quite literally, it wasn’t a fun time on your end to watch him recover. But he was grinning like a kid on Christmas because of his ‘ wicked battle scars’, so there’s nothing you can really do except listen to his dramatized re-enactments every chance he gets to share and nod occasionally.

Now, Allen doesn’t mess around when it comes to his girl.

She’s the one that rises every morning and greets the world with her glory. So nothing and no one is going to get away with bringing any dark clouds over her shining rays.

Now of course he can’t get away with bashing someone’s brains in and calling it a night now that you know just how violent he can be, but sometimes, Allen finds ways to get away with his little...exterminations.

Yes, it helps relieve stress, but the moment he feels your arms wrap around him and hears your gentle voice coaxing him to come back down from his rage, the American just turns into mush and finally starts to relax. You are like his guardian angel, his silver lining, his ray of sunshine.

Now, if someone that’s been trying to test your patience really had it coming, he’ll end things off with one grand punch to the face before leaving, you hooked on his arm and babbling about whatever good thing happened prior to that.