#you are absolutely right anon and you should scream it off the roof tops

[hikarry]

Aziraphale, when he learns how to use a phone, is going to be like those moms that follow their kids around with a camera and take pictures constantly even though you beg them to stop

His phone is filled with 80% shaky pictures of Crowley, 10% actually nice pictures of Crowley taken at random times in random places, 5% selfis that Crowley forces him to take and 5% photos of their ducks

"Angel?"

"Mhm?"

"Can you hand me your phone? I have no idea where I put mine. I thought I left it in the garden but-" Aziraphale puts the phone in his hand, ever without taking his eyes off his book. "Thanks."

There's a second of silence. Maybe two.

"Aziraphale, what in the Heavens? Is this me covered in bloody flour? When the fuck did you take this?"

"Ah!" Finally he takes his eyes off the book, taking off his glasses and smiling up at his companion. "When you were trying to make those éclaires last weekend. You looked very fetshing all focused and determined. I could not contain myself."

"Angel. The only reason why I know it's me it's because there's a blur of red in the white and black! You can't see shit! And you have like..." Crowley stops for a second, scrolling on the phone. "13 more photos exactly like this one!"

"Do I?" Aziraphale gets up and looks over the demon's shoulder, surreptitiously laying one of his hands on Crowley's hip. "Look, here." He scrolls a bit down and opens another picture. "Here you look just fine. Very handsome."

"Yes. Because I was the one holding the camera for us to take the picture at the café." He swipes right. "See? Again! The only reason you know this is me it's because it's a red and black blur! Do you have Parkinson or something? Why in the name of all thats unholy can you not stabilize the phone before snapping pictures?"

Aziraphale abruptly lets go of Crowley.

"I dunnot have Parkinson! I'm an angel! It is completely impossible for either of us to get any type of sickness!" He crosses his arms over his chest. "It is not my fault if the phone is large and my corporation has small hands."

"Oh!" Crowley turns around to face Aziraphale. "Oh oh oh!" And pokes him in the forehead. "I know those hands, angel. I've seen them holding something quite large last night and they were surely not shaking." The angel gasps. "Am I lying? Because I don't believe I'm lying. I would know if you were shaking, Aziraphale." He pokes him again. "Don't bullshit me with having tiny hands. Your hands are just fine."

Aziraphale rips the cellphone off Crowley's hands.

"I'm never taking another picture of you. Ever!"

Crowley snorts.

"Yeah. Let's see how long that lasts, shall we?"

It lasted 8 hours and 28 minutes. In Aziraphale's defense, it was not his fault. Crowley just looked so freaking adorable sleeping with his head on his lap! And yes, the photo was nothing but a blur.

[lovecinnatwist]

How do you feel about omega Jason Todd/ alpha Dick Grayson? Maybe Dick didn’t know Jason was an omega until Jason got hit with some of Ivy’s pollen...

GasP Anon what a great idea! I adore JayDick-  Alpha!Dick and Omega!Jason is a bop even if I don’t write it often.

I hope you don’t chaotic mess which is pining!Dick!

Sexuality Crisis Adverted

Tags: Omegaverse, Heat/Mating Cycles, omega!Jason, alpha!Dick 

The moment the dust settles around them Jason knows that he’s fucked. The groan that creaks from his chest is heavy and tight. A side effect- he’s sure- from all the Goddamn pollen. Why couldn’t Poison Ivy chill with it already? It hasn’t worked before and it isn’t going to work now. There’s a series of loud beeps in his ear, signalling the filtration system in his helmet shutting down. Not that it matters when the equipment hasn’t done its job in the first place. He undoes the latches with quick fingers all while Ivy heads out through the giant hole she’s made in the ceiling. 

Not like he’ll let that stop him. The cool air prickles against his face in a refreshing way. It feels wonderful against his quickly warming skin. He tosses his helmet to the side to deal with later. For now he’s got to get that bitch back in jail before she spreads more of the new strain about Gotham. 

He hunts her for what feels like hours. By the time he tracks her back to Robinson Park he’s low on ammo and his heat has finally begun to set in. The familiar cramps and aches make his joints squeak. It’s something he feels more than hears over the sound of whatever Ivy’s latest plan is. He shoots right through another blossom and more dust goes flying. Not that it matters. Even if his heat turns critical he knows exactly how much time he has and it’s more than enough to get her in Arkham. 

A flash of blue and black blurs in the background. His eyes can barely follow the movements between staying focused on Ivy. He dodges two of her attacks and fires. He nearly grazes her but a wall of vines take the hit. He curses and charges forward.

Sharp. It’s one of the benefits of heat. The starling clarity when your instincts are at a fine point does wonders for things like this. Well until the actual fever crashes down and you’re too sluggish and horny to do anything but sleep or get fucked. Jason doesn’t mind either, though with Roy and Kori off-world he’s sure he’s going to be doing more of the former this time around. 

Nightwing makes himself useful and the next time Jason shoots he hits his target. It’s only rubber bullets but her hiss of pain is satisfying. 

The two of them work seamlessly. Which is a feat in itself with the ugly filtration system Dick has on. He looks ridiculous and Jason makes sure to tell him that as soon as he gets a chance. The sound of alpha’s laughter follows him through the air as he performs an effortless flip out of the way. Jason can’t help the quirk of his lips and soon they are putting Ivy away together. 

Not bad for an impromptu team up.

Nightwing hands her off to the police while Jason lays on top of a nearby roof. He’s catching his breath as the fire within him cools a bit. The exercise made him tired but it's a good kind of ache. One that distracts him from the way his lower abdomen curls and unfurls repeatedly. Once he’s no longer struggling to catch his breath he starts thinking it’s time to head back home. 

Soft footfalls land behind him. He scoffs. 

“ What none of the pretty officers down there ask for an autograph? “

He’s teasing mostly but nothing but silence greets him. He pauses and cranes his neck awkwardly to catch the other man’s expression. The wonderment and awe there are foreign.

Dick opens his mouth to speak before closing it. He isn’t wearing that ugly mask anymore so now Jason can easily read his expression. It’s odd considering what a steel trap he usually is. Despite his body's protest he sits up and faces the alpha. 

“ You good? “

He can read the anxiousness in his body language. It’s helpful considering the fact that Dick is absolutely drenched in scent blockers. Jason usually is too but without hood and the impending heat- well he wouldn’t be surprised to be told he stinks. The idea of showering and curling up in his bed with a good book almost makes him purr. Dick says nothing again. He just stands there looking stupid and Jason- well Jason doesn’t really have time for it. 

His bones scream as he stands. The ache is setting in fast but he’ll be good to get home. He’s definitely traveled home in worse states and thanks to Dick he didn’t take too many hits. He stretches and twists, the soft pop in his lower back is gratifying. There’s a slight uneasiness in the air. The longer the silence goes on the more tension starts to form between them. Jason can’t be bothered with it so as casually as he can manage he starts shifting towards the edge of the roof. 

“ So- this has been fun but I gotta go. Need to shower this shit off before the fever sets in. Thanks for the assist. I’ll send my report so tell the old man he doesn’t need to bother- “

“ You’re an omega! “

Jason blinks. It’s probably the worst cut off he’s ever gotten. The lack of tact is new for Goldie and Jason for the life of him can’t shake off his discomfort. If it were another time he would laugh. The stupid way Dick is gawking his hilarious. The alpha smacks a hand over his mouth like he’s trying to keep from saying anything more.

Jason’s eyebrows fly up.

“ Uhhh yea? “

They don’t really talk about secondary genders. Not often or ever really. Sure technically Jason should have a bunch of pack jobs to do but since Bruce hasn’t formally asked him back he doesn’t bother. Cass is pretty good at nest building and caring for the others so there’s never been any need. 

If anything it’s been more of a relief. He’s always been pretty weird about his dynamic. Not because he thought it made him weaker or something. It’s more because the second anyone found out that all 6”2 and 215lbs of him is omega? Well they got this intense kind of look on their face. Kind of like they weren’t looking at a person anymore, more like a piece of meat.

Kinda like- Kinda like- how Dick is staring at... him... now.

The puzzle pieces click together all too slow. 

Dick removes  his hands like he can’t quite help it. His eyes wide in amazement and- huh is it the light or are his pupils dilated? The alpha starts to speak and the words start coming out in a rush.

“ I had no idea that you were an omega- I mean it makes sense- because you’re gorgeous and at first- at first I thought I was gay. Not that there’s anything wrong with that- but like i’ve never been gay- like i’m into omegas always have been but then there was you and you just made me think all these things and feel all this new stuff and gosh I was so confused. Now everything makes sense though because now I’m not gay and you’re an omega and you smell good and fuck do you always smell like this? You smell amazing little wing. I hope our pups smell like you. It’s kinda sweet but spicy, like in a good way. Kinda like warm sheets out of the laundry and chai tea- I just wanna roll around in it and get it all over me- I know that’s kind of weird but like I’m a weird kind of alpha sometimes i’m sure it won’t really bother you too much through like I swear I’ll be a good mate and take good care of you and- God is it weird i’m taking so much when I should probably be taking you to nest? I should totally be taking you to nest. God I can’t believe i’m talking so much when you probably just wanna rest. Or well fuck? We could do that too I don’t mind you probably look so gorgeous all fucked and pupped up- I hope it sticks. I know I’m kind old to not have any pups yet but like I feel like I must have been waiting for you and now- “

Jason’s eyes have been growing widder by the minute. Dick’s mouth is still going and his heart is racing with every word. He’s practically babbling to himself. While Jason- Well Jason  is feeling a little frightened. He isn’t even sure how to stop the alpha either but then Dick is walking towards him taking about mating, sex and pups and well- well Jason has to put a stop to it there. 

He takes out his gun and shoots right past the alpha’s face. Dick had been so lost in his words he didn’t even notice Jason take the weapon out. Jesus just where is the alpha’s head at? Actually he knew where the alpha’s head’s at. It’s why he’s currently got his M1911 pistol between them.

Dick shuts up and Jason welcomes the silence with a silent prayer. Moments pass and when he sees the alpha doesn’t move, he lowers the gun a fraction.

He takes a deep breath. 

“ 1. What ever you’re talking about right now?  Isn’t happening. You’re saying a whole bunch I don’t get- but let me be clear. You are not getting anywhere near me, my nest or my vagina. “

Dick flushes at the word. He opens his mouth and there’s a quick ‘ but Jay’ on his lips. It’s kinda admirable but Jason doesn’t have the time. Heat fatigue is on him and the last thing he wants is Dick Graysosn trying to take care of him or- or doing whatever the hell he’s talking about. 

He fires another bullet this time close enough to graze the kevlar. 

“ 2. I don’t know how you apparently missed that i’m an omega but just because I am doesn’t mean we’re suddenly going to ride off into the sunset with me birthing barefoot however many pups you want. That isn’t happening this- “

He waves the gun back and forth between them. 

“ This isn’t happening. “

Dick looks determined and his mouth is in a tight little line. He opens his mouth to speak and Jason raises the gun again. The furrow of those perfect eyebrows is kind of adorable but mostly annoying. 

“ 3. If you even try to come within the radius of my den while i’m in heat i’m going to shoot you, Not in your leg, not in your arm, but right between your pretty pretty eyes. You got that? “

Jason prefers people to pale when he’s threatening them but instead the alpha lights up. 

“ You think my eyes are pretty? “

Jason groans. Alpha’s were such a pain. He never really took Dick to be like a typical one either. He kind of wants to put more thought to it but he can’t when his skin is starting to crawl and itch in a way that’s numbing. 

“ I think you’re pretty irritating, that's what I think. “

The alpha frowns and Jason takes a step back. 

“ Remember the rules Goldie or you might get yourself in trouble. “

He gets a solemn nod. Dick looks troubled as much as he looks confused. The alpha is standing there nodding to himself as if he’s gluing together an invisible puzzle. 

“ Yea- Yea that makes sense. “

Tension eases from Jason’s shoulders but then Dick starts talking again.

“ God I haven’t even courted you and here I am talking about pups and sex like a total knot head. I haven’t given you any gifts or even won any challenges- God talk about stupid. I’ll totally make it up to you Jason you’ll see I’m a good alpha I swear I just need a chance and then I’ll for sure convince you- “

Jason Todd is sure Dick’s lips are moving a mile per minute. There’s also a frantic quality to his movements that look- off but he’s in no shape to be the judge of anyone's state of mind. Maybe he had gotten dosed by something earlier in the night? 

Oh well- that’s a problem for the bats. Jason isn’t having any part of it. 

He hops off of the roof leaving Goldie talking to himself.

Getting back to his nest turns out to be easy which he’s grateful for because the moment he inches through the window is the moment he realizes how tired he is. He practically crawls into the shower. The only reason why he doesn’t skip it all together is because the idea of bringing dirt, grime and pollen into his nest sets his instincts on fire. He bathes thoroughly despite how sluggish and tired his movements are. After all, it's probably the only bath he’s going to be having over the next few days. Besides answering the delivery guy and bathroom breaks he doesn’t plan to do much else. 

Clean and cool he slinks his way to his bedroom, his hair still damp from the shower. He doesn’t have much of a nest going on but the half constructed walls from the other day are at least a base. He pads over to the closet and drags out the rest of his material. His body thrumming with fatigue and need. He knows from experience however that if he tries to sleep in a half done nest he’s just going to be fitful all night and have to do it anyway. 

Better to get it over now. 

He crafts everything together with slow, drowsy movements. One of the edges is a little lopsided but he can’t bring himself to care. He’s got a few things from Kori and a few things from Roy and as usual it all goes seamlessly with the rest of bedding that he kept around the house. He’s got a small pack but it’s his. The soft smell of milk and pup from Lian’s little yellow shirt makes him smile. It’s mute and a little dull but it does the trick. Especially when he keeps everything in the air tight containers Roy made him. 

Nest finished and body clean he crawls into the mess of blankets. It’s soft and soothing against his feverish skin. The contact calms some of the aching that’s been echoing in his bones. He sighs and melts, curling into his pillows as his eyes fall shut. It’s cozy and his and for now that’s enough. He passes out before he can have another thought. 

In the artificial heat, Jason sleeps like the dead. A good nest has always done wonders at keeping him pliant. Something he plans to reap all the benefits of as he takes some time off the streets. He rolls over and stretches, soft fabric wrapping around his ankles. He purrs and nuzzles deeper, a content thrum of safe, warm and happy running through his system. Heat sleep is always some of the most restful.

He basks in the warmth coming from the window, ready to roll over and go back to dreamland. At least he would be if some ass hole didn’t decide to start doing home renovations. 

The pounding sound is annoying. Almost like someone has decided to build an entire Goddamn shelf at whatever time of the afternoon it is. He hisses and buries his head under his pillow. It helps a little until he realizes that what he’s hearing is knocking and it’s coming from his front doors. He groans.

Maybe if he doesn’t answer the person will give up?

They do not give up. 

Jason drags himself out of his nest fully ready to shoot the person on the other side of the door. No one knows about his apartment. He’s always made sure not to give the bats the slightest idea where it is. After all they were too noisy and the idea of any of them being able to show up whenever they wanted gave him anxiety.

He wipes his face and it does nothing to wake him up. When he shouts out a gruff I'm coming the knocking stops. He groans his legs like led as he drags himself to the door. It only takes one peek through the spy hole to see who it is. 

His head falls back and he curses the day the universe decided to tredge his sorry ass back to life. 

“ A bullet between the eyes Goldie. “

He means it to sound more rough and threatening. For the most part though he just sounds tired. He’s gotten enough sleep of course but the demanding furnace of heat is only just starting to burn through his energy reserves. Something about the bodies need to redirect all energy toward reproduction or some shit. Jason always assumed its alpha propaganda but you know what? He welcomes the break because sometimes the only care he gets is from himself. 

“ I brought breakfast? “

Jason winces at the awkward tone of voice. He doesn’t move to open the door and Dick stays quiet for a tense moment.

“ I wanted to apologize for last night and figured maybe we could talk? I got your favourite. Baleadas from that place you like. Add Avocado and Bacon. “

The omega curses. At the mention of food his mouth immediately starts to salivate. With how quickly his heat came on he hadn’t really gotten a chance to prepare. Usually he likes to prep some meals and in the interim order take out. He has to admit that Dick knows him pretty well if the alpha is showing up with food. 

On one hand letting a viable alpha into his home is probably a bad idea. On the other hand he could most definitely take Dick if it came down to it. Decision made he reluctantly starts to disarm the security system. 

“ You try some shit- “

Dick’s worn face appears, take out held up like a peace offering. 

“ And between the eyes I know. “

Jason fixes him with a look and when the alpha doesn’t move he steps to the side to let him in. They head to his little kitchen after Jason shuts the door. The apartment is small enough that they didn’t even go far. He glares at the alphas shoes and Dick is quick to take them off. While he does Jason helps himself to the bags. 

When Dick had said breakfast he had been modest. There are at least three bags. Some with fresh fruits, some with expensive bougie chocolates you can only get up town, Baliedas of course, fresh made guava juice, heat pads, electrolyte drinks and a variety of cramp medicine. He rolls his eyes and digs through a little box that Dick pushes onto the table as he fidgets next to an open chair. 

Jason raises an eyebrow before grabbing the box and flipping it open. A happy trill leaves his lips before he can stop it. He pulls out a semita the smell of sweetness and cinnamon filling the kitchen. Roughly pulling out a chair he takes a seat, his mouth watering before he even takes a bite. When he does he moans happy and light as flaky pastry melts on his tongue. 

God had to be from Aliana’s. Shit was perfect. 

He scarves down one quickly, licking his fingers before reaching into the other bag to pull out a warm balieda in aluminum foil. The food is so good he completely forgets Dick is even there. For the most part his mute alpha scent is blocked away which makes it easy to ignore him. Well except for the soft smiles and what the man must think are sneaky looks thrown his way. 

He gets half way through his second semeta when he finally looks at the alpha who is sitting in the furthest possible chair. 

“ So- we gonna talk about last night? “

Dick has the decency to flush. His color darkens in an interesting way. Jason doesn’t ever think he’s ever seen him like that before. He chews slowly and the alpha groans covering his face in his hands. 

“ Was testing a serum with Alfred before we got the call about Ivy. It’s a new formula and didn’t seem to be working, didn’t kick in until we were half way done. “

Jason makes an understanding noise. It’s a good thing they got things done quickly but still Dick probably shouldn’t have been out compromised like that. He takes a straw and pops it into one of the juices. At the first sip his entire body flutters with alertness. There’s just something about sugar during his heat that could raise him from the dead. 

“ What the hell were you doing out with that stuff in your system? What if you got caught or something. “

The way Dick looks down and his blush travels to his ears is very telling. Suddenly the words from last night return to him. 

‘ at first I thought I was gay ‘

He blinks. Oh my God. Dick actually had a thing for him. Even when he for some unexplainable reason thought he had been an alpha. A part of him is actually flattered that the bone head would jump into the fray to give Jason back up. Not that he needed it but still the gesture had been nice. 

Now here he is, at Jason’s apartment, bringing him breakfast and things to help him with his heat. The scent of insecurity leaks through what must be industrial scent blockers because Jason can barely get a whiff of anything else. He hums low in his throat and blue eyes flicker up to his. Jason tries to read what he see’s there but Dick’s gaze drop down again. 

“ Thought you could use the help. “

‘ More like you wanted an excuse to see me ‘ Jason thinks.

He leaves the alpha to stew instead tucking away the new information he has. Now that he’s full and rested he can actually think a bit clearly. Dick isn’t a bad looking alpha. His skin is a gorgeous gold color that blurs the line between ethnicities. The contrast of his vivid blue eyes almost makes him look like they are glowing. His teeth are straight and he’s got a great smile with plump lips that will probably be nice to kiss-

Jason’s also seen enough of Dick coming in and out of the showers to know how crazy the alpha’s body is. All hard lines with battle scars and marks that make his inner omega sing. Something dark and dangerous wants to push and see how his marks would look amongst the collection. He sips his juice in silence, mulling over the possibility. 

Warmth pools in his stomach, waking up the first tendrils of arousal for his heat. Dick’s eyes look up and he swears he can see the alpha’s nostrils flare. He smirks and then laughs when Dick looks mortified to have been caught blatantly scenting him. 

“ Well this has been nice. Thanks for breakfast Dickie but you should probably get going before my fever flares up. “

When the man stands Jason’s eyes trail down his figure. The alpha jumps under his attention, skittish and shy. 

Not bad, not bad at all. The hunter in him purrs. 

“ Yea- sure totally glad I could help. I’ll just be going. “

The stuttering of his words is cute. Unlike the night before when Dick had basically been vomiting words, now he’s shut like a clam. The difference is endearing. Jason stands and Dick stumbles back. 

“ I uh… hope your heat goes well. If you need help, just call and i’ll do my best to get here. “

Jason fixes him with a look and the expression of sheer horror that crosses the alpha’s face is worth the drama. 

“ Not like that- just like food or whatever? Like if you have cravings or something. “

Dick stumbles over his words but the recovery is smooth. Jason watches Dick putting on his shoes. He heads back over to the plastic bag on the table.

“ Uh huh. “ 

He makes a show of stealing one of the wrapped candies and twisting it out of the foil. Dick’s eyes stare and his fingers. The blue follows, follows, follows until he brings it to his lips. Jason grins as he sinks his teeth in. 

The helpless way the alpha swallows him gives him a thrill.

“ Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out. “

Because now that he’s looking- what an it is.

Dick gives him a terse nod before turning and twisting the knob. He tilts his head as the alpha leaves. When the door click shuts he gives a sound of appraisal.

Yea, Jason wouldn’t mind hittin that. 

After the impromptu visit he starts scheming. 

First, he finds out the ingredients of the serum. It turns out to be a pesky little thing that blurs the line between a person and their instincts. An attempt to make their truth serum recipe stronger. Some shady shit Bruce probably shouldn’t even be dabbling in. But then again it seems like it's okay for the line to blur as long as no one dies. 

He scoffs, tossing his tablet down. 

Focus- no wasting his heat thinking about Bruce. Not when Dick is clearly a better subject matter. He purrs low as warmth pools in his belly.  Reading the report made one thing clear. As frantic as the alpha had been, he had also been genuine. 

Luckily Jason doesn’t even have to do much to get the man to visit again.

His heat fucking drags.

Sure he’s usually quite long but this- this is just too much. Enough that Dick goes out of his way to drop food outside and leave it for him to find. The first time it’s a surprise but by the third- well Jason is opening the door before the alpha can run away.

He looks decadent in his Richard Wayne civies, smelling like expensive cologne and wearing something soft. The dark blue of the scarf brings out the lightness in Dick’s eyes. While the dark grey sweater hugs the man’s muscles in all the right ways. It’s nice to see all of his face too. The way the alpha’s features stand out in the plain hallway is almost overwhelming. Or at least it would be if Jason hasn’t been spending the last 5 days obsessing over him.

He decides to press his luck. Technically he could get away with at least this much, he is in heat after all. He smiles as he accepts the bags, making sure to brush against Dick enough to scent him. The quick little intake the alpha does is precious. It’s subtle of course but with how Jason’s heat stink is practically visible in the air Dick looks like he’s been smite. 

For seven entire minutes the man is stun stationary at the front entrance. It’s almost comical how long it takes him to recover. Jason’s already eaten an entire carton of nasi goreng and an egg roll.

Dick excuses himself under the guise of being late, his cheeks pink. The alpha nearly goes head first into the door frame in his embarrassment. Jason has to bite back his laugh. He busies himself with licking sweet and sour sauce off of his lips as the man retreats. The thought of ‘how cute’ doesn’t leave even when the food is done. 

It shouldn’t be this easy to fall for him. The clumsy way Dick goes about things is so different than anything he’s ever had before. Bless his sweet shy heart but the alpha is anything but assertive. 

In fact it reminds Jason of a romcom. When the male lead is obviously in love with the protagonist and everyone can see it except for him. It sort of feels like that. Though the more Dick tries to cover his tracks the more Jason finds neon signs of tender affection and desire. 

It’s courtship. 

He doesn’t know if Dick realizes it yet, but Jason’s sure as hell accepting it. The thickly drawn line he put down in the beginning is starting to edge away. Every little gift, every text message, every fleeting glance is chipping away at it until it disappears.

When leaves his curtains open a sliver at night, he can catch the alpha guarding his apartment. 

Now logically it could be seen as platonic. After all, Pack mates were meant to watch each other’s backs- especially during heat and rut. Jason hasn’t been there for any of his pack members' cycles, and in turn he never takes it personal when they haven’t been there for him. 

Now that he has it though he never wants it to stop. 

The next day when Dick stops by, Jason spills something on the alpha’s shirt. It’s an excuse. Something that a league alpha would see through. Dick however is absolutely oblivious and Jason takes great pride in making Dick leave in one of his. Stinking like possessive dangerous omega and in exchange he adds the alpha’s shirt to his nest. He also adjusts it to make it big enough for two.

It smells amazing and he sleeps with his face in it. 

Jason enjoys every moment of his heat. He soaks up the attention the alpha lavishes on him earnestly. On day 10 he actually finds himself saying a little thank you to Ivy. His heat isn’t nearly as strong as a usual one but the symptoms are still obvious enough that he has to stay shut in. It gives him more time to iron out his plan of action. Well it’s less of a plan and more like throwing himself at the alpha and taking and having until he’s full.

He purrs thick and heavily. The rumble is so dark it’s almost like a growl but Dick looks completely unbothered by it. He doesn’t mind most things Jason has been learning. The alpha doesn’t shame him for being taller and wider than him. He doesn’t make Jason feel like less than himself, or less than others in his caste. He’s just nice, oblivious but nice and Jason- well Jason has never had that before.

He licks cannoli filling off of his fingers while sneaking a peek at Dick. 

Jason has to hand it to him. He’s doing a pretty good job and pretending to pay attention to the movie. There’s no way he is though. Not with how Jason’s apartment smells like safe, happy, wanting omega. Not with the way Jason is making sure Dick knows just how comfortable he is with him in the room. 

Dick’s scent is mute because of the blockers but that doesn’t mean much against enhanced senses. He can still smell the brief wisp of indulgent pride at providing for him.

The delicious italian food is spread out of the low coffee table like a feast.

One thing Jason could say for certain, the alpha knew how to eat. The baliada’s had only been the beginning. Dick’s brought him some of the best goddamn food he’s had in a while. There’s been slow cooked ribs with all the fixings. A 4 cheese pizza with truffle oil, spinach and grilled chicken with fresh gelato for dessert. Then of course the handmade pasta they’re having now. 

Absolutely perfect and only a fraction of how the alpha has been spoiling him. 

He even made it a point of giving Dick a few challenges of his own. Simple things that he slowly increased the difficulty on. The first day he had asked for something elementary. A blue blanket. Nothing too hard because he just wanted to see if the alpha would. Then- 2 hours later he had the biggest, softed blue blanket that he’s ever seen. Adding it to his nest had been soothing to his instincts. 

Next he asked Dick to take over a case of his. Nothing with a time limit of course but the alpha took it anyway. He used all the information Jason gave up and two days later the bastards dealing to the middle school up north were in black gate where they belonged. That alone had been good- but Jason… Well Jason wanted the best. 

That’s what led him to this little idea. He’s got the most recently released rom com on screen, Dick’s soft blanket over them while he lounges on the couch with nothing but a thin white t-shirt and a pair of sweats that fit him in all the right way. Before Dick had come over he made sure that the place had been absolutely coated in his scent. Which had been kind of easy with how much his heat tends to stink up places. 

He leans against the alpha and feels him stiffen up against him. It’s minute but the man quickly relaxes when Jason purrs soft and sweet. A gentle sound made to relax alpha’s whether they wanted to or not. He shifts and feels Dick’s eyes drop to his chest. He feels hot knowing that the alpha can clearly see his nipples through his top. 

The movie drags on and Jason enjoys torturing the alpha. 

It’s dainty touches at first, just to test the man’s reactions. Simple and frequent enough that he’s sure the alpha knows he’s doing it on purpose. 

So what if he wants to cop a feel off of the alpha who’s courting him? It’s his right. 

He curls into Dick’s side, surprised how his body fits in the curve of the alpha’s arms. His breast presses against a bicep. A purr starts to build in his throat.

“ Movie’s good. “ He lies. 

The alpha grunts the affirmative. It’s obvious that he isn’t able to pay attention. To be truthful Jason would be insulted if he could. After all he’s purposely pumping out a perfume of sweet, wanting, waiting omega that must have Dick dizzy. 

Still the man doesn’t push and Jason’s heart pounds in his chest. 

They reach the end of the movie and Dick seems too quick to get off the couch. Jason stretches and lays down his entire body relaxed and warm. The last bits of heat are whispering out of him which he’s glad for. It means he has more energy and more than that- that he can’t be accused of being compromised. 

He hums as Dick straightens up the leftovers on the coffee table. He’s so diligently good that Jason just needs to reward him. He bites his bottom lip peering up at the alpha through his lashes. Slow and purposely he runs a clothed sock up the inseam of Dick’s black slacks. The way the alpha tenses and stumbles is equal part adorable as arousing. 

Blown blue eyes look at him and Jason’s purr grows. 

“ C’mere. “

Jason is pretty sure he didn’t let any sort of command slip into his voice. It had been nothing but a soft honest call but the way Dick just- lets everything fall to get back to him did things to his ego. Dick stares at him helplessly. Eyes struggling to stay on his face, but darting down to his lips, chest, thighs then back up in rapid succession. Jason sinks into the couch, the soft rumble in his chest merging with the credits on screen. 

“ ‘m feeling a little restless. Would you scent me before you go? “

Jason tilts his neck up, demour and willing. When he cuts his eyes at the alpha he’s sure there’s mirth in his gaze. He can’t help it however. Not when Dick looks like he’s about to short circuit. Almost like the only gravity in the room is Jason and if the alpha takes his gaze away from him for a moment he’ll be floating towards the sun. 

Huh, his heat must be cooling off if he could think up that metaphor. 

The alpha swallows not moving. Jason watches his hestitance gleefully. He knows what he looks like. The hard lines of his body posing in an open and friendly gesture. A wanting gesture that would have a weaker alpha already on their knees. 

Jason smirks, He can practically hear Dick’s heartbeat pounding in his chest. 

“ Sure Little Wing, yea I can do that. “

He can but he still hasn't moved. Jason would snort but he doesn’t want to give away the game too quickly. He wants Dick to move on his own. To see how the alpha will genuinely act if Jason leaves himself open and vulnerable. 

Instead of his neck, Dick lifts his wrist and uses it to drag up and down the smooth expanse of Jason’s throat. Jason’s purr crescendos to the point where it almost hurts. His vocal cords vibrate as his chosen alpha rubs his scent all over him. It’s mute because of the patches- but still undeniably Dick. 

Jason’s eyelashes droop. His entire body is warm content and happy. Dick stares and him and the omega stares back. 

“ I should probably go…. The movie was good, thanks for suggesting it. “

Jason didn’t watch a goddamn thing and he’s pretty sure Dick didn’t either. 

“ Anytime Goldie. “

He means it. The two of them bask in silence, the title screen flicking back up as the credits roll to a close. No one says anything so Jason is content to leave things where they are. He has all the answers he needs. 

“ See you around. “ 

Sooner rather than later? He wants to quip. He holds his tongue however. Patience. Tip your intentions too early and your prey will get away. League lessons ring true even now. He feigned nonchalance while nodding at the alpha.

“ Sounds good. Bring Sushi next time “

There’s nothing left for Dick to prove. Jason has already made his decision.

The alpha smiles soft and sweet. His entire face lightening up at the promise of another meeting.

“ Sure Little Wing. “

Jason grins. 

How clueless and naive. The poor thing had no clue that next time actually meant eternity. 

[wordsfromthesol]

The Private Eye

Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist: @ghost-brocolli Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: AU where the batfam are detectives/cops, except Jason who is always the rebel, and is a private investigator. You are a vigilante and keep running into a certain P.I., a P.I. that’s a childhood friend. Warnings:  Language, violence, injuries, ya’know all my faves Word Count: 2.6k A/N: This one got a bit long…whoops. Anyways, this was an AU requested by an anon! Enjoyyy. P.S. Y/H/N = your hero name

You had just finished tying up the last of the arms dealers when you heard someone outside. Grappling up, you watched and waited in the shadows. A familiar face crept through the door, you chuckled to yourself once you realized it was Jason Todd, and not another arms dealer. Swinging over to an adjacent window you whistled at the unsuspecting private investigator. You watched as his head jerked in the direction of the noise. As your eyes met, you gave him a wink and slipped out the window. It was interesting to see the Wayne ward in anything except a suit, since the only place you really saw him were the various banquets and galas his father made him attend.

**

Jason’s eyes went to the ground below where he saw eight men tied together. He let out an exasperated sigh before dialing his brother.

“Dick, they did it again” he blurted out before his brother had a chance to answer the phone.

“That vigilante?”

“No, the ice cream man.”

“…Unnecessary Jay, how many?”

“2…4…6…8. Eight and a mountain of guns.”

“Alright, I’ll get Tim and head over. He needs to get out from in front of that computer anyways. Send me your location…and don’t touch anything!” Dick didn’t know why he bothered with the forewarning, he knew his brother would likely touch everything.

Jason’s eyes darted around the warehouse, he knew he would only have a few minutes to look around before his brothers came stumbling in and taking all the evidence with them. He noticed a door and made his way towards it. Picking the lock was child’s play. Jason sifted through the various papers and file cabinets, snapping pictures of anything he thought was important. He silently cheered as it seemed that he interrupted you before your search of the warehouse had begun. Though his celebration was cut short when he heard a car engine cut off. Jason frantically threw the papers back in the cabinets and rushed out the door just in time to greet his brothers.

“Dick, Tim. Lovely day we’re having, isn’t it?”

“Right, because that doesn’t make you sound suspicious at all…” Tim rolled his eyes as he proceeded to head in the direction Jason ran from.

“Well you boys got it from here…have fun!” Jason shouted out behind him as he darted for the front door.

“Ja –” Dick’s words were cut off with the slam of the door.

**

You watched and waited on a nearby rooftop, you never really trusted the cops. You were almost ready to call the police yourself, when finally, a patrol car pulled up to the warehouse and two young detectives got out. Satisfied that they could handle it from here, you turned to leave…but movement caught the corner of your eye. The P.I. was in an awful hurry to get out of there, so you decided to follow him. You watched through his window as he sifted eagerly through photographs, it was almost endearing how excited he was. Hours passed and he still sat on the floor gazing at the various pictures.

Alright, this is getting me nowhere. I’ll come back later to try and catch a glimpse at those photos.

You headed home and tried to get some rest. Something kept gnawing at the back of your mind, and around 3 am you decided to check in on Jason. Maybe he was asleep and you could see what was so enthralling about those photographs. After slipping on your costume you made your way back to the apartment. The entire building was dark, so you slipped in through the window. After a quick sweep, you found the apartment empty. Where on earth would he have gone so late at night. That’s when you noticed the notes scrawled out beside the photos. Another warehouse? Reality hit you, you had missed one. This idiot went out to try and stop another supply of weapons. You dashed out the window, sprinting towards the location. I hope he fucking called his brothers.

You were relieved to arrive at the warehouse and hear silence. Either he hasn’t been caught or he’s already dead. You circled around the building, scanning for the best possible entrance, when you noticed a shadowed figure on the roof. What the fuck is he thinking. You joined him on the roof and clasped your hand around his mouth.

“What to enlighten me on your genius plan here buddy?” You whisper screamed at the man.

With annoyance in his eyes, he pried your hand from his face. “Unlike you, I’m strictly on information gathering…not that I wouldn’t enjoy bashing in some of their faces…”

You glared at him, not believing his excuse for a second.

“Alright judgey, you are ruining my recon here. I was hired to do a job, and I intend to do it. If you would ever get out of my damn way.”

“Me? In your way?! Are you kidding me?” A bullet whorled passed you and you realized your voice had gotten way above a whisper. “Shit. Just stay down, okay?” You reached for your grapple gun and secured it on the roof. Just as you were about to jump Jason latched himself to your side and the two of you tumbled down into the center of the warehouse.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” You screamed as you pushed him towards the wall, attempting to block him from the oncoming slaughter.

“You’re on something if you thought I was just going to sit on the roof.”

“Just do me a favor, and don’t die.” You called after him, as you sprinted towards the nearest thug.

**

You were pleasantly surprised at how well Jason could hold his own, not that he could ever know you felt that way. And he did get a nice bullet to the shoulder as a reminder to not follow you into the battlefield. You waltzed over to him, slumped to the floor grasping at his shoulder.

“See this?” You pointed dramatically to his shoulder. “This is what happens when you don’t follow my instructions.

“Well how do you know that bullet wouldn’t have hit you if I wasn’t there?”

You shrugged. “I’ve had worse.” Bending down, you took out your knife and cut off the bottom of his shirt. Before Jason could react, you tied the fabric around the wound. “You may want to go to the hospital so they can take that bullet out.”

“Yeah lemme roll up to the hospital in a now crop top.”

“Eh, it works…you call your brothers yet, or should I?”

Jason rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. “Hey Dick…”

“What did you do?”

Jason’s voice went up several octaves as he proceeded to respond, “What…why would you assume that I did something?”

“Jason…”

“Alright, there’s another warehouse…the vigilante may or may not have been involved. Some people may or may not have been shot…I may or may not be one of those people.”

“What the fuck, Jay.” Jason quickly hung up the phone before his older brother could berate his recklessness. After sending the coordinates to his brother, Jason looked up at you. “Alright, get me out of here before Dick shows up. I do not need to see his reaction to all this.”

You rolled your eyes but motioned for him to follow.

**

It had been days since your last encounter with Jason, but you hit a wall with the ring of arms dealers and something in the back of your mind was telling you he knew more than he let on. You crept through the streets, making your way to his building. You couldn’t decide if it was a good thing or not when you approached the building and noticed the living room illuminated. Peering through the window, you didn’t see any evidence of life. Maybe he accidentally left it on? After a few minutes, you carefully pried open the window and made your way inside. Pictures and notes were scattered about, just as before. Your mind got lost processing all the information, both new and old, and you didn’t hear the front door open.

“Are you kidding me…” A voice echoed behind you. You swung around to see Jason holding a bag of food.

“Heyyy Jayyy…”

“Jay?” His brow furrowed with confusion as his eyes darted towards the evidence he had compiled on the arms dealers. “Are you seriously trying to sabotage my case?”

“What?! No! I swear!” You made your way to him.

“Get the fuck out. Now.”

“Jason, I just –”

“NOW”

You scrambled out the door before he further lost his temper. Thankfully, you took enough pictures of his notes to determine the gangs next move on your own. After sprawling out the information in a similar fashion, you combed over the data until the puzzle pieces began to fit together.

“HA!” You exclaimed…to absolutely no one at all, as a pattern in their shipments seemed to develop. Two days. The next one is in two days and I bet this idiot is trying to go there by himself.

You spent the next two days scoping out the warehouse and avoiding Jason, who seemed to be doing the same thing. Delivery day had finally arrived. You sat perched on a nearby rooftop. Though you were watching the trucks pulled into the warehouse, your eyes kept drifting to Jason’s hiding spot. You didn’t want to impede whatever he was doing, but at the same time the thugs needed to be stopped and he needed to not get hurt in the process.

Moments later, it seemed you jinxed the unsuspecting P.I., as two dealers were moving quickly in his direction. Fuck. You leapt down from your hiding spot and ran to his side.

As you came into his line of vision he harshly mouthed, “Seriously?!”

Ignoring his frustration, you shoved him further into the bushes and stood up, making yourself even more visible to approaching men.

“Y/H/N IS HERE!” You heard one of them shout as you raced towards them, giving them no time to take aim. Once the two men were down you shot a glare in Jason’s general direction, a warning to stay hidden…one he did not heed.

Making your way into the warehouse, you counted 10 more bodies, all of which were armed and waiting for you.

“Boys, boys. Can’t we settle this like adults?” You were just trying to buy yourself time to think of a plan. A plan that preferably didn’t involve 10 guns pointed in your direction. As the scenarios played in your mind and nonsensical sarcasm flowed from your mouth. It was interrupted by an explosion on the other side of the warehouse. This distraction allowed you to take out the nearby thugs and race to cover.

Scanning the room, you created a plan, a plan that was almost instantly destroyed as you watch Jason Todd vault over a case of guns and punch one of the remaining arms dealers square in the face. Fuck. You took out two more as you sprinted towards Jason.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“That you would’ve been dead without me.”

You glared at him, he was clearly blissfully unaware that he was about to be shot moments ago.

“Likewise Jaybird.”

His face recoiled at the nickname, “Seriously, do I know you?”

You shrugged and bounded towards the last of the men. As they fell to the floor you turned back to Jason and gave a dramatic bow. Just as you ascended your world went black and the vague sound of a gunshot echoed in the background.

**

Jason chuckled to himself as you took your well-deserved bow. Maybe they aren’t as bad as I thought. A blurred figure appeared in the corner of his vision, headed directly for you. As he pulled the gun from his waistband, he began to shout “Y/H/N!” Too little too late, you were on the floor in an instant. Before the man could take another step, Jason shot. He raced to your side, elevating your head in his lap.

“Y/H/N?” He waited for a response. Nothing. “Fuck this.” He tore off your helmet-esque mask so he could further evaluate the damage. “Y/N?” No no no…Jason ripped his phone from his pocket and dialed Dick.

“Dick. It’s Y/N. Y/H/N is Y/N. She’s hurt bad.” Jason rattled off his location and hung up the phone without waiting on a response.

“Y/N…why?”

Your eyes fluttered as your mind faded in and out of consciousness. Was your mask gone? How did Jay know? “Couldn’t…hurt…my little Jaybird…”

**

You woke up in an unfamiliar and secluded room. Where the fuck… You slowly rose and took in your surroundings. They didn’t seem threatening. Just as you were attempting to stand, that ever-familiar face walked in the room. Jason leapt towards you and put a firm hand on your knee, preventing you from moving.

“Not uh. Doctor said no standing.”

“Doctor?” You memory was still a bit hazy. “Why…what happened?”

“Y/N/N, you were hurt…there was one you didn’t see.”

Your eyes widened as the memories came flooding back. You were here, in a hospital gown…“How many know?”

“That’s what you’re worried about, seriously?!” Jason threw up his hands in exasperation. “God, I know we haven’t been as close lately, but how could you not tell me?”

“Jason, how many?”

Jason let out a sigh, “Just me and Dick.”

A breath of relief left your chest, “I couldn’t put you in danger. And I don’t think you would have approved.”

“I could’ve helped.” Jason seemed disappointed that you hadn’t entrusted him with this secret.

“Jay, the only time we talk anymore is when someone decides to throw some fundraiser that we both are obligated to attend. When did you even expect me to tell you? Look at the shoes on that one, oh by the way I’m Y/H/N?”

Jason shied away, remembering why he distanced himself from you. “I love you” he mumbled into the wall. You were sure you’d heard him incorrectly.

“I’m pretty sure I’m still concussed, so you are going to have to speak up.”

His head whipped around and he marched towards you, taking your hands. “I fucking love you. And when I pulled that mask off and saw you lifeless in my arms I lost it.”

“I –” You began but were genuinely lost for words. You stared at him trying to confirm that you were indeed awake and this wasn’t some comatose dream. Jason, however, searched your eyes for a response. “You stopped talking to me though…” You finally managed.

“I didn’t think you would want me.”

Your face contorted with confusion as you rapidly blinked in his direction. “Seriously, Jay?” He looked down and fiddled with your fingers. You pulled one of your hands from his grasp and laid it on his face. “You’re an idiot.” Drawing his face towards your own you pressed a kiss to his lips before resting your head on his shoulder. As you began to drift back into a medicated sleep you mumbled out, “My little Jaybird.”

Jason turned and stared at your now sleeping form on his shoulder. He left a gentle kiss on your forehead and gently placed you back on the bed. 

[shih-coulda-had-it]

Angst then comfort?

I, uh, decided to go heavy with the angst. This is sort of a “What if?” take on Closing the Loop, which features Toshinori breaking the universe to save Nana. I got a comment asserting that Toshinori definitely tried a loop on his own, and, well... anon, you provided me with a good excuse to write it!

//

When Toshinori throws everything into a punch to save himself and Gran Torino, he is thinking, ‘I want to save everyone! I want to go back to when we were happy, and safe, and—!’ One for All sparks through his veins, a fiery if muted resolve that lets Toshinori break space and time.

He guesses even One for All has its limits. Toshinori would have liked to have landed before All for One murdered Shimura Sakumo and made oshishou look sad and drained, dissatisfied with all her shortcomings when she encouraged him to review, accept, and move past his. But it’s better to land in the middle of dinner than, say, in media res on the boat to Ekusegoru.

This time-loop thing bites. The trope seems so cliche in media. The set of conditions to end it, simple.

Toshinori sees All for One shove his hand through Gran Torino’s chest, the viscera clinging to the neatly-pressed black sleeve of his blazer and his pointed fingers, and has the very distant thought that he’s responsible for it. If he’d been smarter, he could’ve remembered where the hostage was when asked, and then Gran Torino would not be dead, and oshishou would not be screaming her terror and loss and fury—

One for All resets. Gran Torino is whole again, and so is oshishou, who is running a loop behind.

Toshinori is trying to think logically, like how Gran Torino taught him to be. It makes sense to warn oshishou of their mistakes; it makes sense that somewhere in the universe, there is a way that leads Toshinori to saving both of his mentors.

Oshishou wrestles with Gran Torino. She is not taking the spar seriously, and Gran Torino is clearly indulging her need to expend the nervous energy. Toshinori watches from the sidelines and wonders how two people in love can be so blind; sometimes, he wonders if his existence as oshishou’s successor prevents them from voicing it.

The boat. Ekusegoru. A swift, almost surgical strike to the heart of the empty city.

He snatches the hostage and leaps to the roof of a nearby building. He should get her back to the boat, post-haste, and add his strength to the fight. Maybe that’s what’s missing.

“Ma’am,” Toshinori says, distractedly, “you should brace yourself.”

“Wh—”

He’s not as fast as Gran Torino, and he lacks the ability to remove his considerable mass from the equation. So Toshinori jumps, kicks off the sides of buildings, ascends. He gains a vantage point that lets him see Gran Torino’s yellow cape streaming away from the center of the battle, and the concern blooms, malignant and malicious.

Toshinori changes directions to follow. Almost loses them for a bit, and then Toshinori wishes he had, because he’d rather have been ignorant than witness oshishou, sprawled broken against Gran Torino, the silvered head bowed with something like grief and resignation—

Toshinori screams. He doesn’t realize that the hostage has slipped her hand in his.

One for All resets. Oshishou is whole again, and Gran Torino looks so exhausted and fragile, hugging them both and breathing raggedly. Oshishou is just realizing the cause for their second loop, and Toshinori’s brain is whirling.

Logically, the loop is resetting after his mentors are dying. The solution is not their sacrifice.

One for All resets. The solution is not to eliminate All for One.

The solution is not to run away to oshishou’s place either, but Toshinori thinks the idea has merit. Gran Torino is burdening himself to solve this, and he needs time to recuperate. And if oshishou can connect to the spiritual nature of One for All, perhaps all she needs is time to really hash things out with the Quirk.

It provides him an opportunity to try another solution as well. He’s the consistent reason for their deaths, no matter that All for One wields the knife. Toshinori runs away, every single goddamn time, even though he’s the one who’s used One for All to break the world.

I want to save everyone, he had wished. A monumental effort that requires a monumental sacrifice.

Toshinori obediently moves from the couch to the spare bedroom oshishou had set aside for him. He hears her bedroom door click shut, and waits a breathless five minutes before getting to his feet. His bedroom window is just wide enough for him to wriggle out of, but first he needs his gear.

Gran Torino has tried to teach him how to sneak.

Sneaking is a lot easier with a fake excuse. Toshinori judges the distance from the kitchen to the front door, and hopes that oshishou is too distracted—ack, gross, gross, even if Gran Torino is unbelievably sweet and stupid—to think about his footsteps to the kitchen.

He roots around for a mug and switches on the kettle. Tensely, Toshinori waits for oshishou to peek out and double-check on him.

When that doesn’t happen, he darts for his gear. Boots and cape. His wrist bracers and belt are still on. Toshinori wraps his shoes in the fabric and lobs the package through his bedroom door onto his bed; it lands with a muffled thwmp.

Toshinori makes tea. He carries it carefully back, and sets it down on his desk. He listens for the soft murmuring of their conversation, and hears nothing. Not even a snore.

Time to go.

There aren’t any alternatives to reaching Ekusegoru. He’s only eighteen; he’s an intern to a nobody pair of pro-heroes; he doesn’t have money to hire some unsuspecting captain. So Toshinori puts on his brightest smile and charms the hell out of the crew.

“It’s only a recon,” he laughs. “Oshishou and Torino-sensei think I should get some experience with a solo patrol, y’know?”

The captain is visibly uncomfortable by the change. “All Might, are you absolutely sure that your teachers want you to do this alone? Maybe I should call the agency.”

“They’re preoccupied with something else,” Toshinori lies, smiling. “A really dangerous villain tried going for the archives and is trying to go underground, and they dispatched me to take care of this while they dealt with that.”

“Huh,” mutters the captain, tugging the brim of her cap. “They trust you a lot.”

“I’m top of my class.”

“Kids these days…”

And she takes him to Ekusegoru. Toshinori chafes his hands together and tries to think about a strategy. He can’t kill All for One. That resets the loop. At the same time, giving his oshishou’s greatest enemy—Japan’s greatest threat—One for All is definitely not on the table. Toshinori needs to die, and the best way to do that is to goad the bull.

If this doesn’t work, he tries to comfort himself, then the loop will simply reset, and his mentors will be none the wiser.

If this does work—well. Not like Toshinori will have to face the consequences anyway.

He enters the empty city, hyper-aware that he is walking into a trap without the certain possibility of a safety net. He sprints for the heart, channeling all his desperation and resolve, pulling on One for All in a way that burns.

The world looks sharper. It looks a little smaller. His suit stretches to the point of tearing a little. Toshinori doesn’t have time to gauge the differences; his body moves instinctively, and he slams into the warehouse shouting, “All for—!”

He freezes.

All for One looks at him coolly, with disinterest. The hostage is discarded on the floor, dead. Her wrists and ankles are untied; in the previous loops, she’d been forced to her knees, and the dread of disobeying her captor were all the restraints needed.

“The intern,” All for One names.

“All Might,” he corrects. Toshinori forces his feet into moving, forces himself to circle All for One instead of leaping directly to extract the body.

All for One doesn’t even turn to keep him in sight. “Shimura’s stray, ready for a fight that he shouldn’t even know about. Aren’t protocols for recon to check the perimeter and then investigate?”

Don’t freeze. Don’t stutter. Goad the bull and allow yourself to be gored by the horns.

“Even the blind could tell this was a trap,” Toshinori retorts. “Your reign of terror is over, All for One.”

“Oh? You know who I am?” All for One’s voice saddens, sweetens. “I knew the woman was a fool, but I hadn’t taken her to be cruel enough to force a child into this vendetta. You’re her successor, aren’t you? Number eight?”

Toshinori lunges at All for One’s back.

It’s a short fight. He gets curb-stomped, for lack of a better term, even though his body moves faster, endures better, hits harder. All for One is an opponent he hasn’t been prepared to face; oshishou prioritized running away and survival for him. For good fucking reason, apparently.

“You’re a hundred years too early to be challenging me,” the enemy chides. Toshinori can barely hear past the pain of being broken and bloodied and bruised.

“Asshole,” he curses.

“You know how this works. Give me One for All, and all this ends.” All for One’s grin is wide and manic with victory. His hand settles over Toshinori’s heart; Toshinori’s pulse is going rabbit-quick with fear. “I must thank Shimura before she dies. It’s always such a hassle, knowing the wielders’ luck in finding successors right before I can retrieve my Quirk.”

“It’s not yours,” Toshinori denies. It won’t be. I won’t. I won’t break.

“It was mine before you existed. Mine to give, and mine to take back.” All for One pulls out a pager. “Now, will you be a good hero and give me One for All, or shall I message Shimura that you’re my hostage? She’ll die for nothing, and I promise, I will make you watch her death.”

Goad the bull and allow yourself to be gored by its horns.

He wonders how much time has elapsed. Two hours total, for the boat to return to the mainland, get oshishou and Gran Torino, and come back. By then, the five hours allotted to them by the time-loop will have run out.

“Why are you such an asshole,” he says, wheezing.

“I’m righting the wrongs of the world. I need power to do it. Power, that comes from your stolen Quirk.” All for One presses the hand on Toshinori’s chest down, and something is creaking. Something is breaking. Unbidden, tears mix with sweat and grime and blood. “You understand. All Might. A man after my own philosophy.”

“No—”

“You want justice and equality. I’m going to provide that.”

“You monologue too much,” Toshinori spits, and All for One sighs.

“Well. We have time.” The pressure on his chest relents, and All for One backhands him—

One for All resets. Toshinori wakes to the scent of oden, savory and nauseating, and he understands now why Gran Torino is always moving violently after a loop. He should hide the trauma; he can’t unnecessarily burden them with the knowledge; he understands why Gran Torino didn’t want to tell oshishou.

He falls off the stool.

“All Might!” Oshishou immediately slips off her seat and kneels on the ground beside him, and the worry in her expression—Toshinori’s hyperventilating, burning with shame and terror, and he wants—

“Oshishou,” he sobs, gasping, and her cape falls over their heads, curtaining them off from the world. It’s the first time he’s been subject to the use, and he gets why oshishou wants to register the cape as a shock blanket. It’s very effective.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, you’re safe,” she says, soothing. “You’re okay, Toshinori.”

“Oshishou, I’m—I’m so sorry—I’m—”

He’s glad, in a way, that another loop has been triggered. It means that One for All is generous. It does not want anyone to die; it’s following his wish. One for All wants everyone to be saved, and is willing to reset time until they learn sacrifice is not the name of the game.

Toshinori hugs her, repeating his apologies. Her hug is firm, and gentle, and kind; she continues to reassure him, even though it must be increasingly awkward to break down in public like this.

Eventually, he collects himself. He can cry later. Probably in the office, as a defensive measure when Gran Torino inevitably wrangles the story out in the debrief.

Because Gran Torino will tell oshishou that they napped the last loop away. And no nap should result in Toshinori crying and having a panic attack. Therefore, he’s done something traumatic and he needs to tell them.

This needed to be tested though. Toshinori could never forgive himself for being too much of a coward not to try, and his mentors wouldn’t have given him permission.

(There’s an unspoken agreement, after, that the loop will be spent recovering. Five hours is not nearly enough time to gloss over the memory of All for One, but Toshinori is sandwiched between his mom and—and his dad—and even though Sorahiko seethed over Toshinori’s inherited ideals of martyrdom, Sorahiko was the one to call for a dogpile.

Of course, Sorahiko is a hypocrite who goes to confront All for One on his own. Oshishou is much smarter, if bitter, and she tells Toshinori, “I am going to talk to One for All, and I am going to figure out how to end this cycle.”

Toshinori feels hope rise, and he believes her.)

[toosicktoocare]

Something Like That

Had an anon ask for a Klance Spiderman sickfic. 

Word Count: 2434

“You should really go straight home today, Lance.”

With a tissue pressed to his nose, Lance freezes at Hunk’s words, and he drags a narrowed gaze toward his best friend. “You know I can’t do that,” he mutters around the tissue with a voice thick with congestion. 

Hunk twists around in his desk chair and leans toward Lance with a loud sigh. “But you’re sick.”

The want to dismiss Hunk’s claim is hot on Lance’s tongue, but his lungs choose that moment to swell and rattle out a few sharp coughs that have him turning away to bury his face into the crook of his arm.

Hunk arches one brow when Lance looks back. “I can’t wait to hear you make an excuse for that,” he says while motioning toward Lance.

“It’s just allergies,” Lance replies with a low sigh as he rubs absently at his throat. He knows it’s not allergies; he knows Hunk knows it’s not allergies, but he will take this excuse to the grave, whatever he has to do.

“You have a fever,” Hunk supplies, and Lance snaps his face toward Hunk with a dismissal burning on his lips, but his words come to a screeching halt when Hunk takes the chance to press a few fingertips to his cheek.

“A bad one at that,” Hunk mutters as he drops his hand with a deep frown. “Lance-”

“Hunk, I can’t,” Lance groans while massaging his head. The skin underneath his hand is hot; though, it warms his icy hands, so he can’t really complain. “I can’t skip work.”

“Employees are typically allowed sick days. It’s better to not go to work while sick because if you do, you risk contagion, and thus, the business is put at risk.”

Both Lance and Hunk turn their gazes slowly toward Keith, who is occupying a desk in the back corner and scribbling away at a sketchpad.

“I’m convinced you only come to detention to eavesdrop,” Hunk mutters to Keith just as Lance quickly presses his tissues back to his nose as small sneezing fit wracks his frame.

“You two talk loud enough,” Keith points out without pulling his gaze away from his sketchpad, and Lance sniffles before narrowing his eyes toward Keith.

“Doesn’t matter if we are screaming, you still shouldn’t listen.” Lance spits out, annoyance falling away to surprise when Keith looks up with a deadpan expression.

“Your voice sounds stupid right now.”

Lance tosses both hands in the air with a loud sigh before spinning back in his chair to glare at the clock as if he can will the hands to move faster. He’s itching to get out and suit up for another night of patrol; his muscles are tense from a full day of school paired with this stupid cold, and he wants nothing more than to swing around buildings as he searches for even the slightest hint of danger. He’s almost falling into a daze when Hunk gasps quietly at his side.

He snaps a quick gaze to see his friend hunched over his phone, and he leans over with a loud sniffle to try and sneak a peek. “What?” He asks when Hunk twists his body away to block Lance from seeing the phone. “What is it?”

“Nothing that concerns you,” Hunk mutters, but before Lance can press further, their detention supervisor is hopping from her chair and cutting on the small television.

As soon as the news pops on, Lance’s jerks up straight in his seat as all of his muscles go tense. There appears to be a fire, not far from here he thinks. An apartment building it looks like. The camera pans away from the building to a newswoman interviewing a very distraught older man.

“And you said your child is still in the building?”

“Yes! Please! I need help! Please! Where’s that spider guy? He can save my kid, can’t he?”

Lance spares one quick glance toward Hunk, but the latter has no argument to stop Lance from going, not when peoples’ lives are involved. There’s worry coloring Hunk’s eyes, but Lance smiles a wide smile before shooting up from his chair.

“Lance? Where are you-”

Lance glances toward the door as he grabs at a bouncing thought. He suddenly hunches over with one arm pressed tightly around his abdomen. “I don’t feel well. I think I might…” He fakes a gag and clamps a hand over his mouth, and the teacher waves him away with a hushed gasp.

He snatches his backpack and darts out of the room, and the second the door is closed, he’s racing toward the school’s exit as fast as his protesting legs will take him.

*****

“Spider-Man is here!”

“He’s come to save us!”

Lance can’t help the animated wave toward the civilians below as he swings toward the burning building. He crashes through a window, and instantly he’s sucking in gulps of smoke that have him coughing and bracing against a wall as his vision wavers in and out of focus. But, a piercing scream has him shaking his head and putting one arm up in front of his face as he moves toward the distressed person.

After searching two rooms, he finds a young girl cowering in the corner, and she shares slight similarities with the man he saw on the news. She perks up when she sees him approaching her, and Lance drops to a crouch in front of her.

“You ready to get out of here?” He asks, keeping his voice calm yet confident, and the young girl nods quickly and holds out both arms. Lance scoops her up and adjusts her to where he’s supporting her weight with one arm before he races toward the nearest window and dives out.

It takes only seconds of smooth swinging until he’s dropping onto the ground with a light thump, and he’s instantly met with screams of encouragement and praise as he hands the young girl to the apparent father.

“My daughter. You-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Lance says while rubbing at the back of his neck. “It’s what I’m here for. You should go get her checked out by a paramedic, though. I don’t know how much smoke she’s inhaled.”

The man nods and scurries off toward the multiple ambulances lining the street, and Lance watches him go before turning away to cough harshly into the crook of his arm. Each cough grates uncomfortably against his throat, and he fails to hear a newswoman approach him until it’s too late.

“Are you quite alright, Spider-Man?”

Lance jumps and swallows back more coughs as he snaps his gaze toward the woman. There’s a camera pointed toward him, and he quickly eases into a charming persona. “I’m just perfect,” he tells the woman with a wink. “Just inhaled some smoke.” When the woman nods with a look of relief, Lance takes the sudden interruption in his favor. “Do you know if there’s anyone else still in the building?”

“Three more people on the top-”

Lance doesn’t wait for her to finish as he whips around and shoots a strong web to pull him up to the top floor.

*****

The whole ordeal takes around two hours, and by the time he’s finished, Lance is utterly exhausted. He finds the roof of an apartment building and perches himself on the edge with his knees drawn tightly to his chest to suppress the tremors coating his veins with ice. Every muscle in his body is aching fiercely, his head is pounding, his nose is red-rimmed and irritated, and his chest feels tight and hot. He wants to rip his mask off, call it a day, but it’s still too early despite the sun just now dipping below the horizon and bringing with it the chill of night.

He typically patrols until one or two a.m., so he’s got quite a bit of time ahead of him, but he’s struggling to muster up the energy to do just about anything. A sudden tickle in his nose as him sliding his thumb under his mask, but right as he’s about to rip it off, a door slams open behind him.

He jumps and falls forward off the building, but his quick reflexes have him utilizing his abilities to cling to the brick wall and slowly climb back up just in time to see Keith looking over the edge at him.

“I thought I killed you,” Keith says flatly, and Lance contemplates letting go of the ledge he’s now grabbing onto and swinging away, but a sharp breeze brings along a tight shiver, and he reluctantly pulls himself up and over until he’s back on the roof facing Keith.

“What are you doing here?” Lance asks while desperately trying to make his voice sound deeper than it usually is; though, with the congestion and evident rasp, that’s not as challenging as he may think

For a moment, Keith just frowns with a slight tilt of the head, and Lance is practically on edge by the time the mysterious boy decides to respond.

“You’re sick.”

Lance sighs, but then he’s forced to slip his mask up just above his nose to sneeze harshly into the crook of his elbow. His shoulders shake with the force, and he breathes out a low groan that feels like sandpaper against his throat just as he turns back to Keith with one hand already pulling the mask back down. But, when Keith’s slender fingers wrap around his wrist, Lance freezes and sucks in a sharp gasp just as Keith prods lightly at his exposed cheek with his fingertips.  

“You’re hot.”

“Are you hitting on me?” Lance asks quickly in a blaring attempt to direct the attention elsewhere, but Keith only frowns and drops his hands back to his sides, allowing Lance to fully slip the mask back on.

“No. I mean your skin is hot like you’ve got a fever.”

Lance shrugs and crosses his arms over his chest as another sharp breeze whips past the two. “I’m fine. Why are you here?”

“I live here,” Keith says while motioning absently to the apartment building. “You should be resting.”

He sounds like Hunk, Lance thinks as he spins on his heel to leap off the building, but before he can, those same slender fingers are finding his wrist once more.

“Wait. My brother is a doctor, so our apartment is overflowing with medicine. I can give you some.”

Every thought in Lance’s mind screams that this is not a good idea, but he’s feeling absolutely dreadful, so he nods and follows Keith into the apartment building and down three flights of steps until they reach the apartment.

Lance can hear clanking around about in the kitchen as the two walk in, and moments later, a young man is walking into the room, only to jerk to a halt with wide eyes. He’s tall, broad, sporting a soft red apron and looking seconds from keeling over from shock alone.

“Um, Keith? You know that… There’s… Spider-Man…”

Lance offers a small wave as Keith waves a dismissive hand toward his brother.

“Don’t be a fangirl about it, Shiro. He’s sick, so I’m going to give him some of our medicine.”

Lance is honestly impressed with how quickly Shiro steps into doctor mode. The older boy’s face scrunches up into a clear image of concern, and he’s already starting toward Lance.

“Sick? Is there something I can do?”

Lance wants to say no, but before he can utter a peep, Keith’s moving in for the response.

“Seems like just a bad cold, but if you could heat up some of your magic soup, that would be cool.”

“That’s not-”

“Of course!”

“Necessary,” Lance finishes under his breath as he allows Keith to pull him into a bathroom down a small hall. He’s ordered onto the edge of a tub, and he complies wordlessly as Keith rustles about in a medicine cabinet. After a few moments, Keith moves toward Lance with a thermometer and a bottle of pills, and Lance is already shaking his head before Keith can get a word out.

“This is really all too much,” he tries, but Keith ignores him in favor of crouching before him and thumbing at his mask.

Lance goes tense, and he growls out a single “don’t.”

“Not all the way,” Keith says as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Just like before. Right above your nose.”

Lance nods once then swats Keith’s hand away to lift his mask himself. He eases it just to the bridge of his nose and turns away to let out a few harsh coughs before turning back to have a thermometer shoved in his mouth. He keeps still and silent until the device beeps. Keith is slightly quicker and snatches the instrument before he frowns at the reading.

“102.4 degrees,” he mutters. “That’s kind of high.”

Lance is already slipping his mask back down. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine,” he mutters, more as a reassurance to himself than to Keith. The number is certainly higher than he expected, but it makes sense considering how awful he’s feeling. But, he wouldn���t take back going out to save those people today; he would never skip out on rescuing innocent lives.

“You will be once you take these and have some soup.”

Again, Lance shakes his head as if to protest, but Keith waves a dismissive hand.

“It’s pretty clear you are lacking in the simple ability to take care of yourself, so I’ll step up and help.”

Frowning Lance tilts his head at this. “Why?”

The shimmer that flicks across Keith’s eyes is one Lance picks up on instantly but cannot decipher. He wants to press further, to ask why Keith is helping him, but Shiro calling out that the soup is done has Keith turning sharply on his heel and stalking off to the kitchen. Lance waits only a moment, taking a second to collect his thoughts, before he slowly stands and starts after Keith.

*****

“You look worlds better.”

Lance shuts his locker and smiles softly at Hunk. “I’m feeling worlds better.”

“Did you take my advice and rest after you played hero and saved people?”

Lance is listening to Hunk, but his gaze is drifting over toward Keith across the hall. The two lock eyes, and they hold the other’s gaze for an endless second until Keith pulls away and stalks off down the hall toward his first class.

Lance drags his fleeting gaze back to Hunk and shrugs.

“Something like that.”

[holylangdon]

What You Need [Kyle Spencer x Reader]

Request: “I came up with this thing about pre death Kyle having sex with his so and telling her how much he jerks off about her and asking if she touches herself idk man it just hypes me up. So maybe a HC on that?” - Anon

Warnings: SMUT, fem!reader, maybe a little bit off-prompt, masturbation by both people, dirty talk, PROTECTED SEX (FINALLY, GUYS! FINALLY I WROTE SOME CONDOMS IN!), probably more

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Couldn’t figure out how to make this a set of headcanons, so I decided to write it as an imagine instead. Hope that doesn’t bother you! & I’m so horrible when it comes to describing/talking about masturbation in general. This turned out pretty... Like, okay-ish, though. 

ALSO LET’S TALK ABOUT THE WEEKND? LIKE? YES? ALL OF THIS SMUT RECENTLY HAS BEEN FUELED BY HOUSE OF BALLOONS AND I’D LIKE YOU TO KNOW THAT. IT’S REALLY GOOD. IT SOUNDS EVEN BETTER ON VINYL, TOO.

Kyle never liked skipping classes. He honestly never saw much of a reason for it. You’re going to college for a reason, right? Why not bother to show up? He had worked his ass off in high school for his scholarships, so he definitely wasn’t going to disappoint whoever was paying for his education.

Well, this was one of the rare occasions where he didn’t want to sit through another one of Professor Jackson’s long, boring lectures about lord-knows-what. It was usually something mundane, such as bridges or roofs. He would stand in front of the projector and talk about different types of bridges and their purposes for the entire hour and a half long period, never pausing or taking a single silent second.

Kyle simply didn’t feel like attending that today, and because it was his last class of the day, he decided to head home to the fraternity house. His brothers (well, most of them) would be in class, so he could probably catch a small nap before you or them got home.

You always got home before Ky. This was because your last class was a shorter walk to the house than his. Because of this, you would usually greet him at the door every day. But he knew he would be the one greeting you today. When he stepped inside of the house, it was weird not seeing your big smile in front of the door. Anyway, he sighed, beginning to walk up the stairs, only to stop midway up when he heard a light sound.

He stayed absolutely silent, continuing up the stairs. Upon hearing it for a second time, he was almost certain that it was moaning. Was someone really having sex in his room? If one of the boys was fucking some sorority girl in his bed again... He knew it was Archie. It was always Archie. Well, it was Brian that one time, but still, mostly Archie. He was going to kill him.

Grimacing, Kyle braced himself, unsure of what ungodly sight was going to lay before him as he opened the door. Just as his hand touched the doorknob, a needy moan of his name made him freeze, unable to open that door. His mind rushed with every possibility of what could be happening behind it, but he couldn’t decide on just one of the hundreds of crazy scenarios to side with. Suddenly, his mind jumped to you. Of course it was you. You had to have come home early, and he wasn’t going to accept another thought about it.

Somehow a bit relaxed by the thought, he took a deep breath, reaching over to flip the hallway light off. He opened the door slightly, peeking inside. It was you. He let out the breath, still staying silent as he looked over at you.

You were almost completely naked, laying on Ky’s side of the freshly-made bed, your clothes laid in a neat pile on your pillow. Your hand glistened with a certain shimmer as your body arched in a pleasured angle. The bits of your hair that wasn’t in a ponytail was stuck with sweat to your face, framing the heavenly expression on your face.

It took him a second to process the sight. Within those few moments, you had noticed him standing at the doorway. He had pressed the door open farther, now clearly visible through the white frame. He wasn’t sure how to react. He didn’t know whether to fulfill his urge to strip off all of his clothes and join you, or to run away and never look back.

“Kyle,” You spoke up, not stopping your actions, only slowing the small rubs of your thumb across your clit. “come over here.”

He instinctually moved forward, pressing the door shut and locked behind him. He was numb as he stepped towards you, examining your exact position. He swallowed hard as he waited for your next instruction.

“Take off your clothes.” He was eager to follow your orders, beginning with the jacket on his shoulders. It landed on the floor as he kicked his shoes off, using each of his feet to pull the sock from the other. Soon, he was left with only his boxers on. “Come. Here.” The obedient boy walked to the edge of the bed, standing still.

Noticing his strained boxers, you laugh. “I want you to touch yourself. On the bed, with me.” 

Quietly, he laid on the bed next to you, not quite sure of how to start. Did he just whip it out and go to town, or was he supposed to await further instruction? Kyle was never particularly good at being submissive. The two of you usually had somewhat equal roles when it came to sex, so he never much got the chance to, anyway. 

“Take off your boxers.” You purr. He raises his hips without another thought, sliding the shorts from his body. As he looked at you, he noticed that you looked satisfied with the job he was doing. You began to slick your finger against your wetness again, slipping a single digit into your entrance. Ky whines lightly, resisting the urge to stroke his member. 

He continued to moan and fuss while he watched you, feeling himself somehow near his release. He had never, ever been able to do cum without some sort of contact. “Baby, please? Fuck me.” With a nod, you agree, reaching into the nightstand for a condom. Handing it to him, he rolls it on with ease.

It took only seconds before you were on top of him, guiding his cock into you. You sank down, letting him fill you up. His breath was heavy, deep moans straining against his throat. 

“Kyle?” You ask, easing yourself down all the way. “Do you get off on watching me?” He felt somehow ashamed when you asked him that, but still replied with a small nod. Satisfied with his response, you move your hands to grip the headboard, beginning to rise up. He lets out a throaty moan as you slide back down. “Do you think about me when you touch yourself? Because I know you do. I always know, Kyle.”

“I always think about you.” He whimpers. “I love thinking about your tight pussy sinking onto my cock, just like you’re doing right now. I can’t control myself when you do that. You always feel so good, and I want you so bad.” Another strangled sound escapes him as he tries to continue his sentence. “And I fuck you until you can’t feel your body anymore, until you scream my name so the entire house can hear who makes you feel that way. All of my brothers, shit, know you’re mine.”

Grinning, he thrusts up to meet your hips, knowing that it’ll take you by surprise. “Kyle!” You squeal, laughing lightly. The process repeated for a few more minutes until Kyle couldn’t take it any more. He squirmed in the blissful agony under your body, his beautiful face contorting into one much stranger. You came shortly after, but continued to ride him for the remainder of your rush.

Eventually, you dismounted him, rolling onto the now-messy bed. Kyle slides the condom off, tying it at the base and tossing it in the trash bin next to the bed. He lets out a small groan, rolling over towards you.

“God,” He laughs. “That was amazing.”

“Maybe I should be more dominant sometimes.” You roll over into his open arms with a big grin on your face, knowing that there’s going to be an even-better round two later.

[bellesdiaries]

When belle comes back, the beast is climbing to the top of the tower and she sees him and screams "no!" What I'm confused about is why she yelled no. Was he going to jump off and commit suicide? That's the only reason I can think of that she would say that. (Side note: is it even possible for him to die in beast form? The enchantress said he was doomed to remain a beast for "all time" if he couldn't find love)

***same anon*** ignore that second part I just realized that the beast literally died before the enchantress transformed him oops

*trigger warning* mentions of suicide

Hey Anon. Thanks for your message. As you’ve already stated, yes, the Beast can and does die (briefly). It’s only by living without Belle’s love that he would remain a Beast forever.

Regarding the former part of your question, initially during my first watch of the film I was also a little puzzled by Belle’s outburst of “No!” I think part of the issue is that the scene is so dark it can be hard to see everything that’s happening.

Having just rewatched the scene a few times, I noticed as Beast is climbing the tower, he does slip on the roof tiles. To me, this looks like an accidental slip and not at all intentional on his part. He’s injured. He’s losing blood. He’s been using all of his upper body strength–with an iron ball lodged in his shoulder–to propel his body from one high point to another. So even with his strength, you know his arms have to be feeling worn out already. It’s no surprise he keeps slipping.

When Belle sees him lose balance, that’s when she cries out. I think this outburst comes purely from an instinctive panic she feels at seeing him almost fall. I don’t think she’s begging him not to jump.

We should also consider what the movie has been telling us up to this point. Is Beast in a mental state that he would be willing to take his own life? The song Evermore clearly demonstrates that not only has Beast learned to love, but he’s also learned how to live. Nothing in this song indicates that he wants to end his life. Quite the opposite. Belle has inspired him, and she will “still inspire [him], be a part of everything [he does].” Meaning, he’s going to keep on living, even if it means spending an eternity waiting for her to return. The reason Evermore is this tragic, beautiful ballad is because Beast realizes that, in setting Belle free, he’s said goodbye to his last chance at being human again. It’s not a death wish. (For further insight, I recommend this post.)

During the castle invasion, Beast doesn’t fight back right away, and this might appear to be a passive form of suicide. However, I think Beast’s inaction towards Gaston is meant to visually highlight the difference between these two characters. Beast’s reaction to violence is gentleness, which contrasts his initial aggression towards Maurice.

Yet even after being shot, Beast does not just accept his fate by letting himself fall off the nearest tower. He fights to live, scrambling to hang on to the castle walls, while at the same time graciously not returning Gaston’s brutality with his own brutality. When Belle arrives, he fights with a new vigor–in order to be with her. He still does not engage with Gaston, not until he absolutely must in order to save his own life.

So with the knowledge that Beast does want to live, plot-wise what is the purpose in having Belle cry out like this? I think Belle’s cry reveals more about her mental state than it does his.

Up to this point, Belle has been very vocal about many things but not her feelings. Up to this point, Belle has remained largely fearless–facing the Beast, saving her father, even trying to stop a mob. While we know how Beast feels thanks to Evermore, we don’t yet know how Belle feels–she obviously does not love him yet (or at least, she doesn’t realize her feelings yet), because he’s not human yet.

Belle screaming “No!” across the rooftop is an outward expression of the deep, undeniable fear she has of losing him. Her cry is a hint at what is to come, when she finally does break the curse. It’s her sorrow in nearly losing him that makes her realize she does love him.

(Could they have chosen a better word to use here? Probably. Though, if you consider that “No!” is a substitute for Belle’s cry of “Beast!” in the 1991 version, this word seems to be the best alternative, especially since he later declares himself not a beast. So having Belle call him that at this point would not mesh well with the overall narrative.)

I hope this brings some clarity for you regarding this scene.