#you don't teach someone to fight by hitting them until they hit back

[thenarator]

I have to say, as a disabled person, Prince of Heroes makes me emotional with how much you nail the disabled allegory with Quirkless Izuku / Izuku wanting to be a Quirkless hero.

also I loved when izuku told gran torino the point isn't to cause harm .

thank you so much for saying so. i first started writing fanfiction for this fandom because this show had such potential as a disability metaphor that just wasn't realized. when bnha became my special interest i had recently come out of the hospital and was facing down the reality of not being able to work, possibly not ever, which would mean i had to move back home and leave the life i tried to make for myself in grad school. i needed a story about a disabled character who succeeds, not despite his disability, but despite everyone telling him he could never amount to anything. bnha promised to be that story in episode one, and stole it away again in episode three. i was heartbroken, and turning to the fandom for stories where izuku stayed quirkless, i was met with nothing but stories about how he had to lower his expectations in order to be more realistic.

i wrote "heroics and other things that don't require superpowers" because i needed a story where a disabled character receives support and care for the first time, and is finally able to achieve his dreams.

i wrote "prince of heroes" because i needed a story where a disabled character achieves his dreams despite receiving no support or care from authority figures, but only from his friends.

as for what i'll write when i'm done with "prince of heroes"? well, i guess we'll see what i need then.

[mccromy]

Hua Cheng and Quan Yizhen get hit by a de-aging curse that turns them into their 10 year old selves. Naturally, Xie Lian and Yin Yu take care of them while investigating how to reverse it. Unfortunately, Hong-er and Quan Yizhen take to the other like two stray cats forcefully shoved inside a small cage, hissing and spitting and yowling and growling and beating the shit out of the other on sight. Yin Yu looks away for one second and suddenly Yizhen is pouncing on Hong-er, punching the daylights out of him. Hong-er rips a chunk of hair out of Yizhen, both get bitten, blood gets spilled. Yin Yu is panicking while he drags a screaming Quan Yizhen away. Xie Lian is this close 🤏🏻 to throwing Quan Yizhen into He Xuan's lair.

They don't know what to do. Hong-er poured ink down Quan Yizhen's back, Quan Yizhen threw a live mouse at Hong-er's face, Hong-er locked Quan Yizhen inside a chest and, in retaliation, Quan Yizhen pissed all over Hong-er's Dianxia portraits. Hong-er had a meltdown in Xie Lian's arms and Yin Yu had a panic attack, which in turn made Quan Yizhen hide for eight hours of desperate search until Yin Yu thought to look under his own bed (he was there.)

"Why do you fight Quan Yizhen?" Asks Xie Lian, and Hong-er answers that Quan Yizhen started it.

Yin Yu asks Quan Yizhen why did he attack Hong-er, and Yizhen frowns and answers: "I don't like him" and refuses to elaborate.

They are so sweet otherwise. Hong-er brings every flower he finds to Xie Lian, hands anxiously twisting the hem of his clothes every time as if this time Dianxia won't like them. One time while cooking, Xie Lian glanced back and caught Hong-er praying to him and felt himself melt on the spot. Quan Yizhen tries to help Yin Yu with everything (and fails spectacularly), asking every two seconds if he did good, and smiling and wiggling every time Yin Yu tells him that yes, that was perfect Yizhen.

After a week of incidents, crying, screaming, broken vases and sleepless nights. Xie Lian, tired and desperate, brings them together to end this misery once and for all. He asks Quan Yizhen directly, and the boy doesn't answer, he asks again with a softer tone. Quan Yizhen frowns and kicks him on the shin, hard enough to make him stagger. Xie Lian is very impressed by that and doesn't see Hong-er in time to catch him before he attacks Quan Yizhen, clawing his face and screaming. Yizhen kicks and bites, thankfully forgetting all his martial training as they grapple on the floor. And while Xie Lian and Ruoye do their best to subdue them, Yin Yu stares at them as an horrible epiphany wacks him on the back of his head.

"Your highness," Yin Yu whispers, "that night, before Chengzu saw you, he panicked and tried to run away, so I picked him up... And he kicked me."

Xie Lian doesn't know whether to laugh or cry . "I take it Qi Ying saw it?"

Yin Yu nods miserably.

The next morning, Xie Lian coaxes Hong-er into apologizing to Yin Yu for kicking him, and Xie Lian explains Quan Yizhen Hong-er didn't mean it, he was just scared. Yin Yu, for his part, spent all night teaching Quan Yizhen a very long "I am sorry, your highness" speech, and makes him kowtow three times. Then he proceeds to do the same, both effectively groveling.

Xie Lian grimaces and interrupts the boy as he recites with a blank face and the enthusiasm of someone who's only doing this because his Shixiong asked.

"That's really too much..., there is no need,"

"I beg to differ, Your Highness," answers Yin Yu, still kneeling on the ground. He raises his head and glances at Hong-er.

Xie Lian really can't say anything to that.

Yin Yu nudges Yizhen, and the boy pulls out a golden bar from his sleeve and places it at Xie Lian's feet. "This Quan Yizhen uh.... Um... This Yizhen will... ah! This Yizhen swears to spend the rest of his days atoning for...! For his...?"

"Transgressions," whispers Yin Yu.

"Transgressions! And swears to keep others from laying their filth on His Highness' path, as this one once did. His Highness whims shall become this one's deeds. In penance, I place the West at your feet, Qi Ying's palace is at your service. And if this one's repentance cannot erase this one's grievous sins... Uhm... Give me a moment, I have a lot of rocks in here." Qua Yizhen rummages through his sleeve for a few seconds, and then triumphantly pulls out a dark box. "Found it! Um.. something something sins! In your hands I place the Waning Moon Officer's ashes-!"

"Yin Yu that's really not necessary!"

"It really is, your Highness," he says with a strained voice.

Quan Yizhen leaves the box on the floor, completely unaware of it's importance, and throws himself into Yin Yu's lap. "I did good, right? I only forgot one thing! Shixiong, Shixiong it came out right?"

Yin Yu sighs.

"Yes, Yizhen. You did well."

"That guy interrupted me in the end though, that was rude. Can we go?"

Yin Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry or grab his shidi and find new employment under He Xuan.

Xie Lian shook his head, crouched and carefully took the box, placed it on Yin Yu's hands. He felt really fond of Yin Yu's earnestness, but truly, this was overkill (Yin Yu would beg to differ, and so would He Xuan if he was there, and so would Hua Cheng if he was 800 years older. As Hong-er though, he only agreed with his Highness because he didn't understand what the act meant. As it stood, he really wanted to push that other kid from a wall.)

Xie Lian waited until Yin Yu raised his head and said softly, yet firmly:

"Officer, I order you to guard this with utmost diligence. They belong to a dear friend of mine, who need not worry for his Shidi's wellbeing," Xie Lian smiled at Hong-er, who stopped glaring at the figures on the floor and smiled back. Not breaking eye contact with the boy, Xie Lian continued, enunciating each word clearly, "after all, said Shidi is also a dear friend, who always treated me with respect, and if something happened to him I'd be very, very sad."

Yin Yu stood up, holding Yizhen's hand in his and the box to his chest. He bowed, "This one apologizes for offending His Highness, this one knows his Highness to be kind and wise, and didn't mean to imply otherwise. This Waning Moon Officer shall do as his Highness commands,"

After that, the boys stop trying to kill the other on sight. And, after much coaxing and promises of candy and sparring sessions, they spend one peaceful hour interacting under the watchful gaze of the only people they cared about. The next day, they sat side to side. Quan Yizhen practicing kicks and Hong-er drawing, both tense in sullen silence. The day after that Quan Yizhen asks Hong-er to help him draw his Shixiong, and Hong-er accepts, both glance at the adults in the room for approval and smile giddily when they get it. The day after, Quan Yizhen teaches Hong-er how to throw a punch, and they mock fight until dinner time (which they eat separately,) . The day after that, the adults decide to leave them alone for exactly three minutes, they wait just outside the room, ear pressed to the door. At the minute mark, they hear the unfortunately familiar sound of two tiny boys doing their utmost best to brutally kill each other.

The day after that, the curse is broken.

Xie Lian takes Hua Cheng to Puqi shrine, desperate for some alone time with his husband. Though he misses Hong-er dearly, his husband's absence had been so painful that now he's drunk on giddy relief.

They work the fields, they make dinner together, and after they're done eating, Xie Lian asks what had been running through his mind.

"San Lang, you two were getting along so well, why did you start fighting again?"

Hua Cheng wrinkles his nose in a way that makes Xie Lian want to kiss him and says, "He didn't want to admit that Gege was better than Shixiong— I mean, Yin Yu. Ah Gege, don't make fun of your San Lang!" He whined.

Xie Lian did try to stop laughing, but not hard enough to accomplish it.

Once done, he wiped a tear and asked:

"Shixiong?"

Hua Cheng groaned.

"I didn't know what his name was! That animal kept talking about his Shixiong. Shixiong this, Shixiong that! so it stuck inside my head! I wanted to talk about his Highness this and that, but the little shit kept interrupting me!"

"Ahaha—"

There was a loud crash outside. Xie Lian jumped out of his seat, Hua Cheng's hand hovered above E-ming. Abruptly, The Martial God of the West barged into Puqi shrine.

Xie Lian relaxed and smiled, a greeting dying on his tongue as he was faced with a fulminanting glare coming from Quan Yizhen's usually stoic face.

Xie Lian sat back again, placed his hands on his knees and waited for the other god to speak.

Quan Yizhen huffed and bowed. Then, he slammed a gold bar on the table with such force the wood cracked. "You can't have him," He said, bowed again, and left.

Xie Lian was stumped. Silence reigned until Hua Cheng broke it by cackling. Wheezing, he fell off his chair.

"San Lang...? Do you know what that was about?"

Hua Cheng exhaled and smiled at his beloved. "Gege is so popular. I didn't know I had so much competition. Won't he tell me how many other ghosts have offered their ashes to him? Do I need to make Black Water a puddle for him to sleep in? Yin Yu may keep his room, but ah, Gege rejected my poor Waning Moon Officer, didn't he? How cruel, how sought after my God is."

Blood rushing to his cheeks, Xie Lian groaned and hid his face in his hands.

A moment later, Yin Yu's bashful voice spoke inside his head.

"I really didn't mean it like that, your Highness,"

Xie Lian made an embarrassed sound.

At least, he felt closer to laughing than to crying.

"I know."

"I apologize,"

"It's alright,"

"...May his Highness please ask Chengzu to stop calling me a homewrecker through my spiritual array?"

...

"Ah. I'm sorry, yes, of course."

[lycheeloving]

I KNOW MY THING IS "every member of the Justice League has their own darling". BUT. all of them having the same darling is so fun too... Some slight nsfw at the end so minors dni please. (Inspired by the A Day In Life series by @couldeatthatgirlforlunch, bc it's what made me think of the yandere JL so much that I had to write something. Hope it's ok to tag you!)

I feel like they'd have a schedule. Who's allowed to hang out with you at what time? Just a meticulous schedule that accounts for every second of every day, so that nobody gets to spend more time with you than somebody else.

They try to have one group meal every day, where everyone is present. So even if it's not somebody's turn to spend one-on-one time with you, they still see you and have the opportunity to talk to you that day. They rotate through who gets to sit next to you and right across from you. Those aren't hard rules though, if you want to sit next to somebody else, they begrudgingly (or happily, depending on if you're choosing to sit next to them) follow your wishes. A good way to get back at someone who annoyed you. Green Lantern won't stop bragging about how cool he was yesterday when he took down a bad guy? Get up and tell Superman to scooch over so you can sit next to Batman. Immediately shuts Hal up. And teaches them all not to annoy you during meals if they want to sit next to you.

You sleep in someone else's room every night. That's non-negotiable unfortunately, because some of them are better to sleep next to than others. I think the Flash would move around in his sleep a lot, maybe even snore? Superman treats you like a teddy bear and you can't wriggle out of his grasp when he's sleeping. Wonder Woman probably sprawls out all over the bed so you don't have a lot of space left. Green Lantern steals the blanket. Batman would be one of the better ones, if he wasn't such a light sleeper. Every time you move the slightest bit, he wakes up. Which you wouldn't mind, if he'd only stop his creepy staring... That being said, J'onn is probably the best, quiet and unmoving like Batman, but without the staring. He could be reading your mind and watching your dreams, but that's easier to ignore.

I also think they'd get used to the situation after a while and get more lax about the schedule, get less jealous, learn how to live together! Which is a huge advantage to you as you don't have to hurry from one place to the next to "make the most of your time together" or get back to the Watchtower quickly so you don't cut into the next persons time. That would cause lots of fights in the beginning. None of them blame you, of course, but living with them is still easier when everyone is getting along.

That still leaves the question of how they go about your firsts. Your first kiss with one of them, for example. Pulling names out of a hat? Fight over it? The strongest one gets to go first, the second strongest after that, etc? Letting you decide?

Same thing with having sex. These things are very serious to them so it'd take a while until they decide how to go about it. You'll probably have accepted your place among them at that point, maybe even come to like them?

I could really see them battling it out, even if their jealousy gets better after a while, they would all still want to be the first. Nothing where they'd seriously harm each other, but are still able to determine a winner. Whoever hits the ground first loses?

But whatever it is and whoever wins, I think your first time having sex with them would be a group activity. First place gets to actually have sex with you, second place gets to hold your head in their lap and gently stroke your face, third and fourth place get to sit next to you and each hold one of your hands, everyone else has to watch from the sidelines. (alternate option for that here)

The first kiss would also be in front of everyone else, so the others can stop it from "going too far", and wait for it to be their turn. You'll be kissing non-stop until they've all had their turn (in the order they previously fought over, of course.)

I have no clue who would win though! Superman would be the obvious answer, but if they're allowed to use (tiny, non-lethal amounts of) kryptonite? It could be anyone... Who do you think would win? Or who would you want to win?

[suplicyy]

im thinking about tsukki and a reader who is in taekwondo💗💗💗💗💗

Tsukishima x Reader who does taekwondo

— Summary: Hcs about Tsukishima in a relationship with Reader who practices Taekwondo.

— Fluff

— Gn!Reader

He would never admit this to anyone in his life, but sometimes he is a little afraid of you. And this began to disturb his mind from the day you met.

It was break time, and Tsukishima was walking the halls alone, since his best friend hadn't gone due to being sick. He was walking aimlessly until he stopped when he heard an argument in a remote location, away from the many students who walked around the school. Tsukishima always gossiped with Yamaguchi about things that happened around school, so he saw this as an opportunity to see what was going on.

That's when he saw three boys surrounding you, who he didn't know yet, to the nearest wall, causing you to be cornered.

"Do you really think you can talk to us like that? You will now learn to keep your mouth shut...!" the supposed leader of the trio spoke angrily, advancing towards you.

It may not seem like it due to his salty personality, but Tsukishima would try to intervene the fight (since he had no one else to do it for him). But just as he was about to do it, you advances towards the guy and perfectly land a kick directly in his face.

The delinquent falls backwards, being stunned by the powerful kick. One of his friends squats down to try to wake the boy up. "Y-You are crazy!?! Look what you did with him!!"

You slowly approach the boys, who cower in fear. "Ah yes... you guys came to pick a fight with me out of nowhere, threatening to beat me... and I'm the crazy one?" you say in an intimidating tone, which made the delinquents pick up their passed out friend and run away from you, passing Tsukishima who was a bit shocked by your actions.

"You don't want to leave either? Or do you want to stay to see more?” You say when you notice that the blonde was also there.

He stared at you silently, with an unreadable expression, and you stared back. Until he turns and leaves without saying a word, leaving you there alone.

The truth is that he left because he thought you were going to hit him too...

But something inside him kept him from thinking about you, someone he didn't even know well, So why was he strangely captivated by you?

And there was a day when the crazy volleyball duo was begging Tsukishima all day to teach them a part of English that they didn't understand, since Yachi hadn't gone to school that day. And that's how he found out that you were in the same class as Kageyama.

After that day, you coincidentally started meeting in the hallways during break time, and at some point this resulted in a conversation between the two of you, and that this conversation resulted in an exchange of numbers, which resulted in you becoming closer... until you entered into a relationship with him.

The truth is that Tsukishima thinks you're really cool.

Even in the most discreet way of all, he will somehow throw it in other people's faces about what a good fighter you are and stuff like that as a way to provoke others, especially to a certain second-year duo (who are definitely not jealous of him getting a partner sooner than they did)

"Don't wait for me to go to the convenience store, I have to pick up [Name] from their taekwondo training..." "You wouldn't win in a fight even against a fly, so why challenge [Name] in a fight?" If you were nearby at those moments, you can be sure that you would see Tanaka and Nishinoya burning with anger at the blonde's provocations.

He would go to all your championships to cheer for you, even if it was in his silent and discreet way, he would always be there to watch you and internally root for you.

Akiteru has already offered and begged a million times to come cheer for you with Kei, and he always refuses with a grumpy expression on his face, but eventually he ends up giving in and letting his brother accompany him to your championships.

And please don't ever ask him to be your "improvised punching bag" again (it was basically him with several pillows tied around his body) if you want to train at home, he was sore for a whole day from the kicks that you promised wouldn't be so strong...

A/N — HI GUYS!! I'm in my exams week and I'm using my time to and from school to try to write a little here, and it turned out that I only managed to finish this request today, so I'm sorry for the delay💔💔

And I'm sorry if it didn't turn out the way you wanted, I don't understand ANYTHING about sports in general........ so I had to research some things before writing about it!!

Completely off topic, I was thinking about doing something special for Valentine's Day (here where I live, Valentine's Day is only celebrated today...) , but I think I'm already late for that, but anyway I'll try to organize something by the end of this week!

[villainousauthor]

Part one

Hero is sitting on the hardwood floors of the living room, as they pass another block to their baby.

She takes it with a giggle, stacking it atop the other ones. Hero can't help but grin at how much this activity is entertaining her, and them as well.

"She's getting good with those blocks."

Hero jumps at the sudden sound of Villain's voice behind them. They must have snuck in through the balcony again. Villain comes and sits next to Hero with an annoying grin.

"You need to stop sneaking up on me like that! And you need to stop breaking in." Hero exclaims, shoving Villain's shoulder.

Instead of immediately responding, Villain feigns hurt.

"Ow! Not in front of the kid, what are you teaching her about hitting?" Villain teases with a snicker before answering seriousness. "You can't come out and fight with me anymore -"

"I have an infant to take care of."

"-I understand why, but that just means I have to come annoy you here now." Villain finishes like Hero didn't interrupt. Hero rolls their eyes at this. They've been coming regularly now for the past few months, never knocking, just letting themselves in. So irritating.

The baby crawls across the floor to where both Hero and Villain sit, having forgotten about her blocks. For a moment, Hero thinks their child is crawling to them until she makes a beeline for Villain. Not surprising, Villain has quickly become a favorite for the young child.

'Betrayed by my own kin.' Hero thinks quietly, shaking their head.

Hero can't pretend they haven't been of help, though, with how they seem to so naturally know how to care for the baby. Hero still wonders how they know so much about child care, but Villain won't divulge. At the very least, the extra pair of hands has taken some burden off Hero's shoulders.

They watch as Villain reaches for her, another one of those rare genuine smiles on their face they only ever seem to show while here. Hero tries to ignore how it makes their heart beat faster.

"You're getting so good at crawling." Villain coos, picking the baby up gently. "At least someone is happy to see me here." Villain says humorously.

"I bet it's the only time anyone is happy to see you." Hero replies, though their tone isn't as serious, and they scoot closer to Villain.

"Heh, probably." Villlain shakes their head, still smiling, though as they hold the baby.

Hero feels the same questions burning in the back of their mind again, curiosity eating them up from the inside. They know Villain is unlikely to answer and will dodge the question again like always, but Hero can't help but ask.

"Are you a parent, Villain?" Hero's voice is quiet as they ask, soft as they bring up the subject. They've never asked so directly before, and for a split moment, they think they see a flash of sadness on Villain's face.

Before they can respond, though, the baby makes a noise, spitting up directly on Villain's shirt. Hero immediately comes and takes the infant into their arms.

"I'm so sorry!" Hero's voice is apologetic, as they look to make sure their baby is okay. Villain is unphased, though, as they smirk.

"Don't worry about it." They look to how she immediately smiles up with those chubby baby cheeks and dimples at both of them. "She thinks that's funny. You're raising a little mini villain, Hero." Villain's voice is full of amusement. Hero rolls their eyes as they stand.

"I can wash that for you if want, I think I have a spare shirt in about your size." They offer, still feeling bad. They set the baby in her play pin as they lead Villain through the house to their bedroom. Hero paws through their dresser until they find the shirt.

Turning around, they find Villain is already removing their own shirt, and Hero tries not to pay attention to the curve and contour of their toned body. Flushing red, Hero thrusts the shirt in their direction, averting their gaze.

Villain takes it, chuckling at their reaction.

"You really don't have to apologize. You have an adorable kid." Villain's voice is softer than normal.

Smiling gently, Hero nods. This is something they both can agree on. "Yeah, she is."

"I have no idea where she gets it from." Villain continues, teasing in their tone evident. Hero pushes their shoulder in retaliation.

"I happen to be adorable as hell."

Villain takes Hero's hand and pulls them close. "You're just hot. There's a difference." Their voice is low and rumbling.

Stomach fluttering, Hero can't help the heat rising up their neck. This has also been happening frequently, Villain's teasing and flirtatious comments. Hero can't tell if they actually mean it or are trying to get a reaction.

Hero doesn't know how to respond, always replying to their teasing words with flustered laughter or deadpan replies. When they don't respond, Villain continues speaking.

"I'll come back later to return your shirt." Their voice still has that playful air, but they look a little dejected. They turn to presumably climb back out the balcony like a maniac.

Before they can think otherwise, Hero grabs them by the elbow, their skin soft and warm under theirs.

"Wait- you don't have to leave." Their voice is still sounding flustered as they speak in a rush. "You should stay. If you want.."

Villain's resulting smile has their heart quickening. "I couldn't say no to spending more time with my favorite ankle bitter. Or to annoying you some more." Their voice is light and joking as they head out of the bedroom, back towards the living room.

"Have you ever thought about having any more?" Villain asks suddenly, as Hero follows after.

They haven't really thought about this. The kid they have now is already a handful, but the mental image of a big family is an endearing one.

"I haven't really thought about it," Hero says, picking their infant up from her pen. "Why do you ask?"

Villain leans in close, offering a finger to the baby. They smile as she grabs it, before looking up to Hero's eyes. Their gaze is full of warmth and amusement, and something else that gives Hero butterflies. Villain's voice is warm and flirtatious when they speak.

"We could have some cute babies."

[rottenpumpkin13]

I keep thinking about what would happen if the firsts+Turks had to take care of children/babies they had to rescue from a village while they wait on their parents to get them. I feel like it would be a nice mix of pure chaos and wholesomeness.

➜ Genesis gathers the kids around for storytime (don't ask him how he had a children's book readily available on hand), doing exaggerated tones, dramatic gestures, and silly voices that make the kids hang on to his every word. Hearing them beg for "just one more story" makes him feel all warm and gooey inside and he's definitely holding back tears. He also plays dolls with the little girls and teaches them a few swear words because he comes up with telenovela scenarios that are not fit for children but shh focus on the good (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

➜ Zack is like a giant kid himself, so he has no qualms about playing pretend (and taking it seriously, okay? the man will scream his head off if a kid says there's a dragon in front of him and will fight the air). The kids adore him because his energy is contagious. Definitely the most popular with the kiddos but shh don't tell Angeal. But Zack also encourages the kids to climb trees and play in the mud so perhaps he's not the best influence…

➜ Reno, surprisingly, turns out to be a natural with the kids. He’s quick to organize a makeshift sports team with Rude, splitting the children into teams and coaching them through impromptu games…He did pull a whistle out of nowhere and refers to the kids as "snot noses" but he's surprisingly patient as he explains the rules and makes sure everyone is playing fair…until one boy questions his authority and Rude has to hold him back from fighting a child.

➜ Sephiroth is visibly uncomfortable in the presence of so many tiny, inquisitive humans. He tries his best though, answering their endless questions with serious consideration, as if he's in briefing—he refers to the kids as 'sir' and 'ma'am' and they love that he treats them like tiny adults. And then the children start playing with sticks as makeshift swords. He steps in, adjusting their forms and offering practical tips while sharing stories of how he made good use of sticks as weapons when he was a boy…..Ignoring the fact that Sephiroth taught a bunch of kids how to wield stakes, he somehow ends up in a braid train with some older girls. Eventually one child falls asleep in his arms and he refuses to move a muscle. He feels fully responsible for this child now.

➜ Tseng is initially stiff and uncomfortable around the children, but then he encounters a little girl with wide green eyes and a brown hair who reminds him so much of Aerith at that age. He crumbles immediately. Tseng is now playing with dolls and enduring the pang of guilt, remembering how innocent Aerith was, and how much she’s endured since. He pushes the feeling down, focusing on making the little girl laugh, determined to protect her if only for a little while.

➜ Angeal and Cissnei are dealing with the aftermath of Sephiroth teaching the kids how to successfully use sticks to attack each other, and are actively running around confiscating the sticks.

*Zack sees Cissnei taking away a stick from a child* Zack: Aww, what are you? The fun police?? *Angeal is wrestling a stick out of a child's hands in the background—he's losing* Cissnei: Do you have any idea how dangerous this is? Someone could get seriously hurt! *Angeal is thwacked in the face with the stick* Zack: Don't be silly! Sticks are great toys for kids! *The child hits Angeal in the shins. He falls down* Cissnei: ….Hm…I guess you're right. Do you want to come help me gather more so we can assemble an army? Zack: Do I! *More children have appeared with sticks to gang up on Angeal. Sephiroth will pay for this dearly*

[missvainillapudin]

Fuck 'em all, Fuck 'em all but us part2:

Prompt: Here is the second part of the first writing about Vance Hopper x fem!reader, sorry if the first one was very short, I'm still new to this and it's difficult for me to navigate Tumblr's options! ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

•You looked at him somewhat agitated and surprised, you honestly didn't think he was going to pay attention to you so you limited yourself to lowering your gaze and fiddling with your fingers uneasily. "Uhm, well, there are these kids at school that always bother me and I was wondering if you could teach them a lesson, you know? Something like bullying them and telling them to mind their own business." You said with a sigh and quickly added, "B-but don't hit them! Please, I don't want to get into trouble!" He looked at you bewildered before smiling in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? You think I'm their fucking mother to go and give them a verbal lesson on what they should and shouldn't do? I'll finish it faster with my fists, I assure you," he said, letting out a nasal laugh with an air of slight arrogance and rolling his eyes. You looked at him with a hopeful smile. "So you're going to do it?" You said excitedly. He looked at you without a hint of grace and returned to his rude attitude "Just to make sure you don't say shit, don't even think that we are friends" he spoke irritated before turning around and walking with his hands in the pockets of his jeans as you hurriedly followed him and gave him the details about who those boys were, the next day after class you were calmly getting ready to go home but the sound of bustle and encouragement of students in a circle towards something or someone caught your attention, you frowned in displeasure, it was a fight between one boy against three more, you were going to turn around until you recognized the blonde hair of the boy who was in the fight and seemed to have the advantage between the other three boys who were now on the ground, their noses bleeding "Vance, Vance!" -some students shouted in unison, that only confirmed your suspicion and you hurried to get to that scene, the fight had already ended with Vance as the winner and the other three boys unconscious on the ground, as the round of students began to dissolve you could see how Vance put his backpack on one shoulder and walked away from the place, you ran towards him and pulled him by the arm to a corner behind the school where they couldn't see them "What the fuck!- Ah, it's you" he said without surprise and I put that irritating expression of indifference on his face while his hands went to the back pockets of his jeans and he watched you from above calmly, his calm only disturbed and irritated you more, as if the fact that minutes before he had given those boys the beating of their lives, yes, they were your bullies, but he hadn't kept his part of the deal yet! You looked at him annoyed "You! Ugh! I told you not to hit them, you brute!" You raised your voice angrily, pushing his chest with your hand gently and moving him even a little, he quickly stopped your wrists in his hands, lowered his head towards you and spoke in an intimidating tone that sent chills down your spine "You wanted them to stop didn't you? Well there you go, they won't get close to you again okay? For God's sake, you have to make people respect you, not give grandma lectures" he said abruptly releasing your wrists roughly but without hurting you, you were going to say something else however your attention was directed to your hands and wrists which were stained with blood, you frowned in confusion and then you saw Vance's knuckles which were open and dripping blood.

"Vance! Your knuckles!" you said with concern bringing your hands closer to his almost as a reflex to get a good look at his wounds, he must have gotten them from hitting those boys, maybe his teeth cut his skin…, you felt bad and he felt his heart flutter a little, he abruptly pulled his hands away from yours with a frown trying to act impenetrable “I'm fine, it's nothing” he said stubbornly trying to downplay the sharp pain his knuckles were sending throughout his arm “no you're not, wait-” you said with concern and opened your backpack to take out some first aid supplies you had taken from the nurses' station when you were going to help your mother at work, you cleaned the blood off his knuckles and bandaged them carefully and delicately, one that Vance had lost the luxury of enjoying, at least until now, you promised to heal them better after they got to your house and so it was, you kept your word and let's say he kept his but that doesn’t matter anymore because right now you’re wondering why you’re lost in those blue wounds. orbs located on his face or why you remember every golden curl of his wild mane, you just know that he started kicking the ass of everyone who wants to mess with you (even if you haven’t asked him to) and you’ll rush to heal his bloody knuckles after he finishes his job. Sometimes you can see how the other students notice the unusual closeness that someone like Vance and you have developed these past few months, but what does it matter? You’re both fine with whatever you have so fuck the rest of them, fuck ‘em all, fuck ‘em all but us.

🍉: Fortunately, a third part wasn't necessary and I was able to finish the whole writing in the second one! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it, if you liked it I'll be happy to publish more content like this in the future! (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)📝

[minoouz]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 ─ L.H

Lee Heeseung x male reader

Genre ─angst, fluff

Reader uses he/him.

Tw : mentions of beating, Heeseung involved in gang, mentions of bullying, kissing, mentions of hitting and cutting, name calling (sissy boy), some blood will be mentioned.

"Okay okay sunoo we get your obsession with dramas. I just hope you don't bring that mint chocolate ice cream like last time." Jay replied, looking the other boy up and down.

"Hey, you guys wanna come over to my house tonight?" M/n asked, his eyes scanning over Sunoo and jay.

"Yeah, maybe we should have a movie night and watch drama's, and I even found this one -"

M/n looked him up in down in disgust, "Heeseung, please shut up before I clock you in your mouth.." "It's not like you're gonna do anything m/n, after all, you still didn't learn from that last beating." Heeseung said, pointing at the three boys with a grin on his face.

"How about you, m/n?" Sunoo asked, m/n tapped his chin and nodded his head.

"Yeah, we should watch dramas, and this time I bring the snacks!" M/n replied to the two.

The three boys continue walking until they bump into someone unexpectedly.

"Oh gosh.." Jay groaned. He looked away from the people in front of them.

"Heeseung, what are you even doing here?" Jay asked, his jaw clenching and his veins popping.

"Look who it is, and I see you brought your little sissy boys again?" Heeseung replied.

"You guys know what to do." Heeseung said, the four other boys behind him walk out, and they grab m/n and the other two.

"You can't be doing this to us, Heeseung!" Jay shouted, trying to fight off away from the boy's tight grips.

"What did I even do!?" Sunoo exclaimed. He kicks and squirms so the grip on his arms and legs can go loose.

"F-fuck, what was that for..!!" M/n groaned in anger as blood dripped from out of his nose, in the alleyway Heeseung's pitiful words being spat at the three boy's could be heard.

Heeseung smirked as he cracked his knuckles, and his jaw clenched, "I'm just teaching you guys a lesson since you don't know how to learn."

With a swift move, a punch could be seen going across m/n's face. Sunoo looked in shock, and he started panicking. Jay, on the other side, squirms around, trying to fight off the men.

"Guess there's one last detail to add." Heeseung smirked, he pulled out his pocket knife, and he lifted up m/n pants.

"Now, where should I carve it?" He tapped his chin, then his eyes landed on M/n's thigh, Heeseung looked back up with a smirk, and the pocket knife aimed towards m/n's thigh.

"Don't do it..!!!" Sunoo shouted, Jay only sat and watched in shock and anger.

"N-no.." Jay mumbled. He looked up at m/n, and he spots the tears escaping from his eyes.

"Y-you belong to me, from L-lee Heeseung.." he replied, more tears could be seen rolling down his face.

The loud screams of pain and agony filled the alleyway, Heeseung stepped back and started to admire his work.

"You mind reading to me what that says m/n?" He asked, m/n sulked, and his lips quivered.

"Good..and let's keep it that way." Heeseung crouched in front of m/n, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look up at him.

Heeseung then leaned in and planted his lips onto m/n's before pulling away with a chuckle.

"Don't tell anyone about this at all, or the next beating will be even worse." Heeseung pushed the boy back.

He turned to Jay and sunoo before grinning.

"Let these three go, I'll spare them for now." Heeseung said, making the four men drop sunoo Jay and m/n.

"Go on, shoo?" Heeseung said. The three boys took the opportunity to run home, and Heeseung stood there before waving.

"Remember my words m/n, you belong to me."

A/n : That's really it. It was gonna be short, but I had to make it long for you guys. I hope you enjoyed it!

[sailorstar9]

Sister Snatched My Fiancé, Now She's Stunned I'm With Someone Way Better

F/N's fiance and her younger sister got together.

On the day of their engagement, F/N overheard them confessing their love to each other, which almost making F/N sick to the stomach.

Shigeo and F/N were in a seven-year long-distance relationship from the second year of high school until the present.

Harumi had been following F/N around, calling Shigeo 'nii-san' for seven years. In F/N's eyes, they had always been like siblings. Shigeo treated her like a sister, but Harumi's true feelings towards Shigeo was unclear.

Harumi was F/N's younger sister from a different mother. F/N's father and motehr divorced early and F/N's father, since F/N had some talent, doted on her.

Harumi was cute when she was a baby, with chubby cheeks and drooling and she used to like sleeping while hugging F/N. But as she grew older; around kindergarten age, she was no longer cute. She would usually put on a look of grievance, blaming F/N for things that were not her business. She would say things like 'Tou-san, if you want to hit someone, hit me. I'm so scared when you guys fight. Nee-san likes it, so give it to nee-san. I didn't mean to. Can nee-san forgive me?”

At that time, F/N was too naïve to understand what manipulation was. How could such a young child have ulterior motives?

But F/N's father's attitude towards F/N changed from good to bad, worsening over time; especially because F/N's stepmother was Harumi's biological mother and F/N's position at home became precarious.

F/N worked harder at studying, hoping her father would love her more, but to no avail. F/N's father always thought F/N bullied Harumi and Harumi endured silently.

Did everyone think F/N wasn't wary of Harumi while dating Shigeo? It was fine for the first two years as F/N was in university and she was in high school. By the time F/N was in her third year, Harumi entered college and with more time on her hands, she started making moves.

Every weekend when Shigeo and F/N had a date, Harumi would tirelessly try to contact her, claiming sisterly affection. F/N tried to drive her away, but Harumi would cry and whine, “Nee-san, do you not like me anymore? What did I do wrong? Tell me. I'll change. I'm so sad when you treat me like this.”

F/N would roll her eyes and Harumi would turn to Shigeo for help, eyes red with tears.

Each time, Shigeo would mediate, saying Harumi was still young and liked following her, so F/N should let her do so. He would ask F/N not to be so harsh on Harumi.

The couple would argue about it several times; Shigeo said F/N was unreasonable and shouldn't argue with a child, while F/N fired back that he didn't understand anything and had no right to intervene. They almost broke up, but didn't.

Later, when Harumi clung to F/N, Shigeo remained silent, letting F/N handle her stepsister.

F/N was a resident doctor at the local general hospital. Shigeo worked in IT, a programmer who had already become a project manager in a private company; young and promising with thick hair.

Everyone had praised Shigeo and F/N as the perfect match and the number of people asking when they would have their engagement ceremony was countless.

Shigeo and F/N booked a hall at a local five-star hotel, choosing the venue for its duplex structure; bright crystal chandeliers and long spiral staircases. The first floor was designated to entertain guests and the second floor were dressing rooms and lounges.

F/N was touching up her makeup in her dressing room.

“Nee-san's dress looked amazing, highlighting her strengths; unlike me, who wears shirts and jeans every day.” Harumi whined. “This lipstick matches her so well. This is what they call a man killer? I'm so clumsy. I don't know how to apply makeup. Nee-san, can you teach me in the future?”

F/N look at Harumi through the mirror, “Okay.” she let out a breath and Harumi beamed.

Often, F/N couldn't tell if Harumi was being genuinely naïve or she was just pretending. After so many years, F/N still didn't like her. It was obvious: how could she still pretend to be so close to her?

“Nee-san it's almost time.” Harumi reminded. “I'm going downstairs to be with mom and dad.” she rushed out, leaving the makeup artist staring at her back in amazement.

“F/N, your sister is so lively and naive.” the makeup artist remarked. “Everyone is dressed elegantly at this event, but she is wearing a T-shirt and jeans.'

F/N smiled without a response; some things are better left unsaid to outsiders.

Shigeo was late in picking F/N up and no one answered the phone.

F/N called a friend downstairs and was told Shigeo had already gone upstairs a while ago.

Gone upstairs for while? F/N's suspicions arose. Indeed, a woman's sixth sense is really mysterious. At that moment, F/N's mind was filled with thoughts of Harumi.

Without hesitation, F/N got out and walked out, swaying her dress.

Next to the dressing room was a lounge with the door slightly ajar and voices were coming through it.

“Shigeo, this is the last time I call you 'nii-san'.” Harumi stated. “From now on, you'll be my brother-in-law. I feel so sad. Nee-san is so happy being able to marry you. You're such a good person. Nee-san must have saved the galaxy in her past life. Nii-san, what should we do? I really like you.”

“Harumi, don't do this.” Shigeo rebuked. “Your sister and I are about to have our engagement ceremony.”

The room fell silent and F/N hesitated for two seconds before pushing the door open.

The two of them were already on the couch with Shigeo kissing Harumi, with one hand under Harumi's dress; their kissing looking overtly passionate.

F/N's body was frozen; this was the scene of their engagement. Did they have no shame?

“Nee-san...” Harumi was the first to notice.

The adulterous couple scrambled to get up from the couch; one with hair resembling a bird's nest, the other with a suit so crumpled, it was hard to look at.

“Nee-san, it's not what you think.” Harumi frantically tried to explain.

“F/N, let me explain.” Shigeo quickly caught up, standing in front of Harumi; their strategic poses were too obvious.

When did these two really start? F/N wondered. Even if today was the tipping point, they must have flirted with each other a long time before.

F/N looked at Harumi, trying to force a smile, “It's not what I think, it's what I saw.”

She turned to Shigeo and sneered, “Your words say 'no', but your actions are quite honest. Today's engagement ceremony doesn't need to be cancelled, just change the bride from the bride's side. Shigeo, we're done. Consider it as if I never knew you.”

At that, F/N turned and left, tears flooding in an instant; so many years of love easily gone.

Harumi followed F/N out, grabbed F/N's wrist and fell to her knees, slapping herself in the face.

Smack!

The room downstairs fell silent at the crisp sound. In the vast space, only Harumi's begging cries can be heard. “Nee-san, forgive me and Shigeo this time. It wasn't on purpose. I was mentally prepared to call him brother-in-law. We didn't do anything wrong. Please believe me. Please... let's proceed with your engagement properly, okay?”

Her words made F/N laugh out with anger. “With such a situation, how can we proceed with the engagement? Should we ignore the elephant in the room?”

Shigeo stood at the door of the lounge, not moving an inch. He was watching F/N and Harumi, but mostly Harumi with pity in his eyes.

F/N's heart sank deeper and deeper. “How did I not know a point that you two had reached a point where you couldn't control your feelings? You two... you are quite something.”

Furious, F/N turned and ran downstairs and telling her parents that she realized Shigeo and Harumi make a better couple, so she's giving Shigeo to Harumi.

After that failed engagement ceremony, it didn't take long for F/N to pack all her belongings and move out to a share house near the hospital she was resident at, as per her stepmother's wishes.

Later, it was Harumi who posted affectionate messages and even privately messaging F/N to seek forgiveness: Nee-san, can you forgive me? Nee-san, you're so great. Many other guys like you besides Shigeo, but I only have Shigeo. I can't leave him.

A photo of a string of diamond rings was sent, one of them almost identical to the engagement ring F/N once had. Nee-san, which ring do you think looks better?

F/N felt a little suffocated; since that incident happened, every time Harumi sent her a message seeking forgivenes and showing off her relationship, F/N would reply with one sentence. Harumi would mostly say, “Nee-san is so good.' and 'Nee-san loves me the most.'

But on that particular day, Harumi replied, “Nee-san, you must be angry with what you said. I feel so sad. After all, it's the room you lived in for more than ten years.”

F/N rolled her eyes, turned off the screen, cursed Harumi under her breathe and looked out of the window.

Shortly after the end of F/N's residency, she took on a job as Manshine City's sports therapist.

In F/N's room at the Manshine City soccer team hostel...

“Are you with someone else now?” Shigeo's booming voice echoed over the phone, interrogating F/N without even using her name.

“Shigeo, we've broken up a long time ago.” F/N reminded. “You and Harumi have a child. Can't I have a boyfriend?”

“What child?” Shigeo barked. “Have you forgotten we're engaged?”

“It was you hugging Harumi that day, wasn't it?” F/N retorted. “We've already broke up, we broke up on that very day.”

“What break up?” Shigeo huffed. “When did I ever agree to break up? You've been the one avoiding me all this time.”

Chigiri directly took F/N's phone from her hand. Not mincing any words, he spoke, “Aoki-san, right? I'm Chigiri Hyoma, F/N's current boyfriend. Please refrain from harassing my girlfriend.”

F/N didn't know how Shigeo reacted as Chigiri hung up after he finished speaking and prompted blocked Shigeo's number.

“That's my phone.” F/N gave the redhead an astonished look. “Did you block someone without my consent?”

“Sometimes, a girlfriend needs to listen to her boyfriend.” Chigiri smirked and returned the phone onto the wireless charger.

Shigeo must have told Harumi about Chigiri, because after Shigeo's call the previous day, Harumi set up a Facetime meeting with F/N.

Harumi's face was full of grievances, “Nee-san, I missed you. It's been so long since I last saw you. Mom and Dad miss you, too. When are you going to come back?” noticing Chigiri lounging on F/N's bed in the background, she looked at the speedster pleadingly and whined, “Chigiri, please talk to nee-san for me.”

Swallowing her anger, F/N ended the Facetime meeting; over the years, whenever F/N had something, Harumi would look it up and would, most of the time, snatch it away.

After Harumi hit a wall with Chigiri, she turned to F/N for conquest, determined not to give up.

When Chigiri and F/N returned to Japan for a two-week vacation, Harumi showed up at the onsen ryokan the couple were staying at and wailed to the passers-by, asking if F/N was still mad because she was blaming her and that's why brother-in-law was ignoring her. She said she realized her mistake, that she had only one sister and nothing was more important than her sister. She asked how she could be forgiven; did she have to kneel down?

The gathering crowd were pointing fingers: just forgive her. How could siblings hold grudges? Isn't it natural for an older sister to give in to her younger sister?

F/N laughed in exasperation, “Who said the older sister must always give in to the younger sister? What if the younger sister is a scoundrel?” she looked at the crowd, knowing that the best way to deal with the situation was to accuse publicly. “At my engagement ceremony, my sister went to confess her love to my fiance and they rolled about on the couch. She acted aggrieved and delicate, frequently kneeling to apologize and forcing me to forgive her. Would you dare to have such a sister?” glaring Harumi, she continued, “After years of no contact, now that she saw I had a new boyfriend, she came back. Harumi, have some shame.”

The spectators shook their heads, seeing through Harumi's deceitful tears. “Can't believe it. She's crying so pitifully. It turns out she was pretending. Being a third party; such a person deserves public condemnation. Did seeing her older sister with a good man make her want to seduce a new brother-in-law? Shameless.”

The biggest differences between acquaintances and strangers was that acquaintances were bound by courtesy and would only gossip behind one's back. Strangers, on the other hand, it's harder to bear their insults.

Chigiri stood firmly by F/N's side, smirking, as Harumi ran off, covering her face in embarrassment.

When F/N saw Shigeo again after so many years, the programmer now looked more haggard than ever, with deep dark circles under his eyes, cracked lips and a cut on his chin from shaving.

“F/N, let's make amends.” Shigeo pleaded, with a bouquet of roses and a jewellery box in hand.

“Shigeo, we have no relationship anymore.” F/N reminded. “Please don't disturb me. You should give the flowers and jewellery to Harumi. I have no interest in being a third party. I'm visiting the sights with my boyfriend. He's coming out soon.”

Shigeo frowned, realizing just then that F/N was the one he truly loved. He said he had already broken up with Harumi; that she was a jinx. Ever since being with her, he had been unlucky. His colleagues ostracized him, he lost projects and nothing was going right. He said F/N was his lucky charm, that when they were together, everything in his work seemed to fall into place and he hoped to start anew.

When Chigiri exited the ryokan, F/N turned to her ex-lover, “Sorry, my boyfriend is here. If everything goes smoothly, I will marry him. So, don't come looking for me anymore.”

“You're...” Shigeo instantly recognized the 'Crimson Cheetah' and left quickly.

“I just heard someone say they're going to marry me.” Chigiri grinned.

“That was just a strategy...” F/N stammered.

“This is not a strategy.” Chigiri corrected. He pulled out a jewellery box from his pocket. “Put it on first.” he revealed a ring. “Otherwise, we'll have to do it again.” without a word, he slid the ring onto F/N's finger.

As for Harumi; women like her were common in life: thinking that they were young and beautiful, believing that by offering themselves, men won't refuse, thinking that conquering men means conquering the world.

Shigeo, not only blinded his eyes, but also clouded his judgment, choosing stones over stars. The only think he did wrong was that since he had chosen Harumi, he shouldn't have pursued an old flame.

[professorbussywinkle]

Some people have kids because they want a slave...

....Think for a second

The obsession with punishment and discipline and "teaching them a lesson" often in brutal, unforgiving ways that don't teach them to follow their internal guide, but to fear your wrath if they do something you might perceive as wrong

The lack of respect for their bodily autonomy, their feelings, and their personhood

Treating everything they do or say like it's beneath consideration or without any value or significance if it does not serve you in some immediate gratifying way

The overemphasis on obedience being a central factor to how much moral worth they have as a human being

Using the provision of basic necessities(food housing, clothing) to justify mistreating them, treating the provision as something that can be withheld if they misbehave or "step out of line"

Believing their child is somehow always up to no good for no certifiable reason, to justify invading their privacy, denying them access to their social circles and means of communication

Publicly shaming or humiliating their child on camera and posting it on the internet in order to get them to behave in the ways you want them to

Soliciting their child's opinion, then yelling at them for disagreeing with you or "talking back". Also ranting at length about things they know their kids disagree with them about until their kid finally reaches a breaking point and says something, at which point, they're horrible combative children for constantly arguing with you

Treating their emotions as frivolous and pointless, or a sign of weakness not to be expressed freely and openly, forcing them to walk on eggshells around you for fear that anything could potentially set you off

Frequently telling them how lucky they are to not be physically abused. also not telling you what made them angry, leaving you not knowing what it was that upset them and them deliberately not telling you when you inquire about it

Using the excuse "I am your parent, so I know what's best for you" in order to force children to do something that is only meant to make the parent feel in control, and not for their child's well-being.

alluding that you are the sole reason why they can’t do whatever the hell they want and wished you didn’t even exist so they can have more freedom. (This one hits close to home for me)

These types of parents get off on this, literally...in an almost pornographic way it would seem, by pushing around, harming, and denigrating someone who's smaller and weaker than them, by exerting power and control over a little human being who is unable or unwilling to fight back against them, all so they can flex their big boy muscles, all so they can prove they have dominion over you and show you that you have no power to do anything about it, and then deluding themselves about how it's all about "discipline" or "teaching" so they don't feel bad about it

Does it make you feel so fucking powerful??

Does it make you feel so in control??

Does it make you feel so badass??

abusing and traumatizing a vulnerable little person half your fucking size and feasibly being able to get away with it under the guise of "discipline" with no reproach or recourse because you can't or refuse to deal with your own emotional damage??

Demon behavior.

[itsjaywalkers]

for the prompt game: ROSEKILLER 57 WITH BOXER AU IVE BEEN WAITING MY WHOLE LIFE FOR THIS MOMENT……….. (also i hope you’re having a fun day off laurie hi hi 🥺🤍)

HI HI SAINTS BELOVED <333 i actually didn't get the day off bc i'm an idiot and i couldn't say no when my coworker asked me to change shifts.. but at least i got home before 10pm which . is unusual for me lmao . and today's shift was actually kinda fun so !!

anyways, hope you're having a lovely day and that u enjoy this silly lil thing <3 first peek into boxer au rosekiller <3 (i went a bit overboard but they've been plaguing my mind and u don't deserve less)

57. "Teach me to fight."

It's been more than half an hour of hitting the punching bag nonstop when Barty finally decides to take a break. It's not even because he's actually tired, despite the sweat he can already feel dripping down his back and his face. It's because his bad shoulder—the right one—dislocated during the last combination he tried, and after Barty puts it back in place, he's gotta wait a little bit before going back to training.

This happens way too often for comfort, but it's not really painful anymore—it never really was, or maybe Barty has simply dealt with much worse. Besides, the longer he ignores it, the more serious it'll get, which means he'll have an excuse to go get another check-up.

His manager already warned him when he first got the injury after that stupid fight with stupid Potter. Barty began to grow restless during recovery time, and then decided his shoulder was fine when it stopped hurting.

Obviously, he was wrong. Except, it only dislocates when he goes too hard, and he's learnt how to put it back in place without issue, so really, technically, he was sort of right. What does his manager know, anyway? As long as Barty continues winning and putting money in that fucker's pocket, there shouldn't be any complaints.

He pulls up his tank top and dries off some of the sweat on his neck and the side of his face, while rolling his shoulder gently, testing the waters before he goes back to punching, when the hairs at his nape begin to stand up.

There's no noise, no sudden sounds. Barty doesn't hear the door opening, or closing, and yet, when he turns around, smirk already pulling at his lips, he isn't surprised to find someone standing right behind him.

"Hey, Rosie," he greets the other man, who blinks at him, completely deadpan. "I didn't know you were still around. Long shift today?"

"Yes, you did," Evan responds, that cool tone of his sending a pleasing chill down Barty's spine. "Know, that is. I'm pretty sure you've got my schedule memorised."

Barty takes a few moments to drop the hem of his shirt, because he notices the way in which Evan's gaze drops to his stomach and stays there for a handful of seconds. His expression doesn't change, there isn't even a flicker of something in his face, but the attention is more than enough for him.

"Well, you left your email open and your laptop in my near vicinity." Barty shrugs, eyes running up and down Evan's body. He's still wearing that sexy white coat of his, the shirt underneath it perfectly buttoned and tucked inside his jeans.

There's barely any skin showing, because Evan is a little weirdo, but there's some ankle peeking, since the pants are ridiculously tight on him and the legs keep riding up slightly.

Honestly, it's like he's doing it on purpose. Barty can't be blamed if he ends up hard under his sweats. He can already feel some blood rushing south just at the sight of that tiny sliver of soft brown skin.

"And you downloaded my rotas?" Evan guesses, tilting his head to the side.

"Nah," Barty says, crossing his arms over his chest, flexing a little. "Didn't have to. I've got a damn good memory. I read over them for a couple of minutes until they stuck."

Evan nods, not fazed in the slightest.

"That's why you only come in when I'm on shift," Evan states, and it's not a question. He doesn't seem surprised, or freaked out, but then again, he barely shows any emotions. Apart from irritation, that is, and that one's reserved for when Barty is being especially pushy. Or especially horny.

"I don't think I've ever seen any of the other nurses a single time in my life," Barty tells him with a chuckle.

"You have," Evan retorts, and his eyes narrow the tiniest bit. Barty feels a pull in his stomach. "You were talking to Betty three weeks ago, after your match against Black. The bad one. You let her check your shoulder."

Barty lets out an incredulous laugh, not sure on where to focus first, going dizzy with how badly he wants this freak of a man.

He's obsessed with the way in which Evan always seems to get the urge to clarify which Black he's talking about, as if it's not obvious, considering only one of them fights. How he's always so precise, never allowing any ambiguity into his sentences. How almost nothing seems to hold his focus apart from his experiments and medicine and his patients' injuries, and yet, here he is, remembering when Barty talked to someone else momentarily.

"Did I?" Barty asks innocently, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his shit-eating grin at bay.

"Yes," Evan responds, a little furrow appearing between his eyebrows. "She was touching you."

"Was she?" The corners of Barty's mouth are twitching so much he's sure he must look like an absolute maniac.

"Yes," Evan repeats, some exasperation slipping into his voice. "She wasn't even doing it right. She kept kneading the muscle in the same place, instead of checking the ligament, and she did this for more than five minutes, even though it takes seconds to find out about a dislocation—"

"Rosie," Barty cuts him off gently, watching, with no little amount of delight, how Evan's frown worsens. "I didn't even know her fucking name. I couldn't give less of a fuck about stupid Betty, or whatever the hell she's called."

Evan blinks slowly. "But you—"

"I was tired and sore after that match, my shoulder was bothering me, and she was there. My manager told her to check my shoulder, just in case I had fucked it up beyond solution, but if I had known you were around she wouldn't have laid a single finger on me."

There's a beat of silence, Evan's dead eyes searching all over Barty's face, assessing and determined. He smirks at him, which results in Evan huffing and looking away.

"Don't do it again," it's what he ends up mumbling, and if Barty didn't know any better, he'd dare to say Evan is close to pouting. "You're my patient."

Barty raises both eyebrows, a deranged smile splitting his face while he perks up like a goddamn dog. "Is that jealousy I'm hearing, Rosie?"

"No," Evan drawls, straightening up. "It's just the truth. You're not my only patient, you know? But if you're getting treated by me, then you're not allowed to see any other nurses."

"Damn, way to make a man feel special," Barty scoffs, but he does actually kind of mean it. Which he's aware might be a bit pathetic, but, well, he'll be whatever the fuck Evan wants him to. "Wasn't interested in seeing any other nurses, anyway."

"Good." Evan nods, almost to himself, and Barty has to make an active effort not to coo. "Are you done training?"

Barty blinks a couple of times, slightly taken aback, both by the sudden change of topic and by Evan entertaining conversation. Normally, talking to the other boy feels like pulling teeth—oh, man, Rosie would fucking love this comparison—which Barty doesn't mind because he finds it incredibly fun. Unless Evan is going on one of his medical rants, and yeah, Barty shouldn't find it as attractive as he does, but it's not like he's ever worked like he's supposed to.

But this? This is new.

"Not really," Barty answers, still feeling off-kilter. He shakes his head, forcibly pulling himself out of his mind. "Why? You wanna join me, Rosie?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

Barty snorts, assuming that it's a joke, even though he's more than aware that Evan doesn't do jokes, because his humour is way too dark, and rarely finds funny what others do. But Evan's expression doesn't change, and Barty nearly chokes on his own spit.

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You've never been interested in boxing," Barty points out.

"That's a lie. I watch every match," Evan argues, lips pursed.

"Because you're job kind of forces you to."

"Also a lie. I need to be there when I'm on shift, in case they call for me, but I'm not required to actually watch."

"Yeah, but you still do, because your pretty little morbid head goes absolutely feral at the prospect of seeing some blood."

Evan scrunches his nose, as if disgusted.

"You're wrong," Evan lies, expression giving absolutely nothing away. Really, if Barty didn't already know the truth, he'd be inclined to believe him. "It's got nothing to do with that. I like boxing."

Barty huffs, the noise filled with amusement. "Sure you do, Rosie."

"I really do," Evan insists, always so ridiculously stubborn.

"I don't know who you're trying to convince, but—"

"Teach me to fight."

Barty sputters, brows almost reaching his hairline, and he gapes at Evan, who's still staring at him. He seems unaffacted by Barty's dramatics, but then again, he's unaffected by almost everything.

"The fuck?" he manages to spit out at some point.

"Teach me to fight," Evan says again, a lot slower, as if Barty is some kind of idiot. God, he wans to fucking devour him.

Barty isn't sure of what's going on right now. Evan barely interacts with him outside of their appointments, it's always him reaching out, so he doesn't understand what prompted this. What Evan is hoping to achieve.

"Why?"

"I told you, I like boxing."

"Yeah, okay. And the real reason?"

Evan's tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek, and it's so, so hard for Barty, not to make a very inappropriate joke.

"I'm testing something," he admits, albeit bedgrugingly.

"Ah, so you want me to be your guinea pig," Barty sighs a bit dreamily. "That sounds more like it."

"Sure," Evan agrees with unsurprising ease. "Will you?"

"All you had to do was ask, Rosie."

They get to work right after that. Barty doesn't even bother with suggesting a change of clothes, because he's aware of how well that'd be received. The fact that Evan chooses to take the white coat off is already more than Barty expected.

He tries to show him how to stand, how to do a basic punch. Evan knows most of the basic theory, mostly due to how often he deals with boxing injuries, but he's absolutely helpless when he has to act it out himself.

It doesn't matter how often Barty corrects him; he keeps slouching, stance all wonky. He lacks strength, and he takes a bit too long to protect his face after doing a jab.

The main issue, though, is his obvious lack of interest.

Evan seems to be distracted by something, too inside his own head, and when Barty is about to point this out, poke some fun at him in hopes of getting Evan to snap, the other man speaks again.

"That's enough," he declares, tone leaving no place for argument. "Let's spar."

Barty chuckles, disbelieving, but then Evan is sending a glare his way, and he raises both hands in mock surrender, giving in immediately.

He'll do pretty much whatever the fuck Evan wants him to, really.

They both get into position, and regardless of how much Barty is holding back, trying to give the other man a chance, is actually kind of laughable, how easily he overcomes him.

One moment they're exchanging soft blows, and the next Barty has Evan pinned to the floor, his legs and arms completely immobilised as Barty grins maniacally from above.

"Happy now, Rosie?" he teases.

Evan presses his mouth in a tight line. "Not quite."

"Oh, really? Because I'm starting to think this was all a ruse to get me on top of you."

Evan rolls his eyes so hard Barty worries they might get stuck inside his skull. "I'm afraid that's more your style. And anyway, I don't think it's wise to understimate your opponent like this."

"It's nothing personal, Rosie, but when victory is already mine, I—"

Barty never gets to finish. Evan raises his head so quickly his brain barely registers it, and then he's sinking his teeth hard where Barty's neck meets his shoulder. Until he breaks skin, until he draws blood, until Barty lets out a pained groan and his body goes slack, more in surprise than actual hurt.

A moment later, their positions are reversed. Evan is straddling him, mouth still attached to his skin, and Barty is lying on the cold ground, dizzy and a little bit breathless.

He doesn't know how long they stay like this—definitely not enough—but after a while, Evan lets go and sits up a little, lips stained red. It's dripping down his chin, and when he parts his mouth a little, panting softly, Barty finds out that his teeth are also crimson with blood. With his blood.

Barty groans again.

"You're hard," Evan comments, painfully nonchalant. It's that same casualness he used the first time Barty had an erection during an appointment, after Evan had pulled at the stitches on his leg and stuck his fingers inside Barty's wound.

"Yeah," he breathes out, half-delirious. "Yeah, no shit."

Evan hums, cocking his head to the side, analytical gaze running up and down Barty's body and making him twitch in his pants. The fact that Evan can feel it right under him, between his legs, forces Barty to swallow down a moan.

Barty is about to say something incredibly stupid to maybe, hopefully, alleviate the tension, when Evan leans down once more; this time, slower, more careful.

He's prepared to feel the sting of a bite again, toes curling in excitement, but it never comes. Instead, there's something wet and tentative and soft lapping at the open wound, gathering all the blood there that is still coming out.

It takes Barty a moment to realise it's Evan's tongue.

The knowledge hits Barty like a motherfucking bus. He can't stop a low moan from coming out now, or his hips from thrusting up, searching for something, anything, that Evan might give him.

Surprisingly, and instead of pulling away, the other man makes an odd noise against his skin, and Barty thinks he's imagining it when Evan presses down on him.

He freezes up after that, but only for a second, Evan's licking never stopping. But then Barty moves again, more purposefully, rubbing his erection against the apex of Evan's thighs.

The response is immediate, although definitely unconscious. Evan grinds back experimentally, with no coordination or finesse, dropping another sound into Barty's bleeding wound.

His eyes widen when his brain finally catches up properly, hands coming up to grab at Evan's hips and halt his movements.

"Rosie, are you..." Barty stops, swallows harshly. "Are you turned on right now?"

Evan laps at the blood a few more times before straightening up again, staring down at Barty with unblinking eyes and red all over his face.

"Fuck, are you—?" A laugh, strained and bordering on hysterical. "Are you wet?" He doesn't even need to check to know the answer.

Evans nods, almost imperceptibly. "Apparently so."

He has half a mind to turn them over and fuck Evan into the floor. Until Evan is a whimpering mess. Until he's crying, begging, unable to do anything but fucking take it. Until he's sore, and hurt, and full, but still asking for more. Until he can't say anything else apart from Barty's name, until he's—

"Bloody hell," Barty whispers, shutting his eyes tight and letting out another cackle.

Oh, he's going to die. He's absolutely going to fucking die.

[ramblebramblefun]

Katsuki didn't start all this crap to get back at Deku or something, so don't get it fucking twisted. He's doing this for Deku's own damn good and that's that.

Don't you get it? Deku wants to be a fucking hero.

If Deku becomes a fucking hero, he'll die.

That's the long and fucking short of it. Even Deku's precious Eraserhead, if he really exists, has got a quirk to fall back on even if he fights quirkless most of the time. Allegedly.

Deku ain't got nothing. He's fucking quirkless. Quirkless, useless, stupid, vulnerable.

He can't be a fucking hero.

Katsuki can, because Katsuki's got the goddamned quirk for it, but Deku-

How was Katsuki supposed to know? He was like, three when he got his quirk, ahead of the pack right from the start. He'd thought that Deku's quirk would come in at four like everyone else's did. A whole year of dreaming.

Course, then Deku had to ruin it. That fucker.

Katsuki can feel those bug-eyes burning... Right about... There!

"Quit following me!" He screams, because he's beginning to suspect that Deku's deaf as well as stupid.

Stupid fucking- A quirkless wonder can't be a hero. No amount of following Katsuki around scribbling in little stalker notebooks is going to change that.

"Yeah!" Fingers yells. "Quit following us!"

Fingers is a fucking sheep. Baa baa baa, all fucking day, saying everything Katsuki says one beat behind.

Katsuki doesn't know why he keeps him around. Deku would be more interesting, but he can't let Deku follow him because then the little fuck will follow him right into U-fucking-A, and Katsuki can't- He won't-

It's not fucking happening.

Deku creeps out from behind the bush with his head tucked right down into his collar, like some kind of turtle, and if he had a turtle quirk then at least he'd have some kind of armour to protect him but he doesn't because he's fucking quirkless.

And he wants to be a hero.

Can't forget that. Not until Katsuki beats it out of him at least.

He has to.

If he doesn't do it now, someone else, a villain most likely, will teach Deku the real fucking hard way and Katsuki can't-

"Deku." He growls, popping off explosions.

Deku meeps at him, honest to god. Little fucking-

Katsuki lunges, and Deku shrieks but doesn't fucking run, because he's an idiot that only ever stands his ground at the worst fucking times and if he actually lets Katsuki catch him with these hands then Katsuki might actually kill him himself and save the world the trouble.

Katsuki will make it quick. Way quicker than a villain, at any rate.

And then Katsuki will go to jail and not be able to be a hero and it will be entirely Deku's fault and-

Fortunately for himself and Katsuki's future career, Deku throws himself backwards at the last fucking second. Katsuki's hands slap nothing but air.

"Yeah, you better run." He hisses, despite Deku not really doing any such thing.

He's just standing there, really. Looking at Katsuki with those big bug-eyes, clutching his notebook to his chest.

"Sorry, Kacchan! I didn't mean-"

"Go away, Deku." Katsuki snarls. He raises a crackling palm demonstratively.

"Take a fucking hint."

He's standing close enough now that he could actually land a hit, and Deku fucking knows it, the way he's watching Katsuki's hands.

"Right." Deku mutters to himself.

He starts muttering some other things too, but Katsuki is not fucking listening. He strides away while Deku's distracted, shoving at Fingers and What's-his-face to get them moving too.

They immediately begin warbling about how Katsuki 'sure showed him', or something equally obnoxious and not worth the time to process. Where can he go that Deku won't think to follow?

Nowhere, the fucking stalker knows everything about him.

Okay, new plan.

"Alright, extras," he says sweetly. "I'm letting you decide where we're going next."

This prompts a chorus of bleating, sheep being terrible at making their own decisions. What's-his-face eventually coughs something out, and Katsuki shoves him to the front.

The extra fucking hesitates.

Katsuki pops his palms meaningfully.

The sheep startles, and scurries, and Katsuki follows after like a herding dog, because that's the only way he deigns to follow anyone.

He's in charge of this circus, make no mistake.

That does not, however, mean that he wants to go to the fucking circus. The things he does for that little-

Whatever. Forget him. Katsuki's going to enjoy the rest of this day Deku-free.

Or else.

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 12: Bondage(And if I say I want to set you free, don't you know you'll be in misery...)

warnings/kinks: bondage, power dynamics, reader is in ANBU, mentions of drugging, threesome, rough sex, oral sex(male receiving), smut, unprotected sex word count: 0.8k pairings: ANBU!Kakashi Hatake x ANBU!Fem!Reader x ANBU!Yamato teaser: “See, Tenzo,” the voice says in the darkness to someone else. “This is exactly how you deal with a little brat.” taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love. @witchofcustom. @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic @butterflieskeepcominback

You’ve been getting under his skin the entire week. Kakashi has just about had it with you. You’ve been nothing but a relentless brat. With the missions and training, you really just made things even worse for your senpai. By the end of the week, he knew he would have to teach you a lesson. He had thoughts of all kinds of punishment but only one of them would truly suffice.  

That Saturday night as you’re coming back from a mission, you head into your dorm for a shower. The ANBU dorms weren’t the best place to live but seeing as you had no family, this was the only thing you could really call a home.

After a long needed shower, you make your way back into your room to rest for the evening. You settle on your bed with your latest book and you begin to unwind. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to grow heavy and soon you’re falling asleep.

When you wake up, you feel stiff. You try to stretch but your arms and legs seem to almost be bound. You whine softly, your eyes feeling heavier than they should be. The room you’re in is so dark, but you see someone coming closer. They press a hand on your forehead and soothe back some of your hair.

“See, Tenzo,” the voice says in the darkness to someone else. “This is exactly how you deal with a little brat.”

Your heart skips a beat when you realize who is in this room with you. Tenzo, your teammate and there’s also your senpai, Kakashi. Kakashi has you bound to the bed and possibly even drugged. But it’s not like it’s unpleasant. Finally, you were getting the attention you so desperately wanted and craved.

“She’s wet, senpai.” Tenzo comments and you shudder when you feel his fingers brushing up against your panties. You let out a soft gasp as he presses even harder against you.

“That’s what little sluts like her enjoy. They want to be tied down and fucked until they can’t take it anymore.”

There was no denying that his words were true and they were affecting you quite a bit. You wanted to squeeze your thighs together for a little relief but you were too bound to even do that. You let out a soft whimper.

“Please, senpai…Tenzo, touch me…”

Kakashi chuckles darkly but he coaxes Tenzo to play with your pussy.Tenzo laughs nervously before pushing your panties aside and he begins to rub your folds softly. Kakashi seems smug as he comments on how badly you need this stimulation.

“That’s it, brat. Finally, you’re getting the attention you wanted so badly.”

He pushes Tenzo aside for a moment and Kakashi parts your thighs even more. He seems to be looking at your pussy to assess something but you aren’t quite sure. You whine and begin making a bit of a fuss when nobody is stimulating you.

“That’s it,” Kakashi says, and you hear him taking off his pants. “You’re asking for it.”

You barely have time to process before he’s shoving his cock deep inside of you. You cry out as the sensation of being stretched out almost past your limits hits you all at once. It’s so intense. Tears sting your eyes as he begins fucking you at a brutal pace. 

“You were just begging for this, weren't you? Don’t cry now. You’re just getting what you want.”

You try to fight him off, your wrists burning as you do all you can to get out of the bonds that hold you to the bed. A soft cry falls from your lips as his cock begins hitting your sweet spot. From the corner of your eye, you can barely make out Tenzo getting undressed as well.

“Open up,” he says as he taps the tip of his cock against your cheek. You look up at him and you can’t believe sweet Tenzo is joining in on this humiliating fun as well.

You’ve got nothing better to do than to comply with everything that’s going on. As soon as he slips his cock between your lips, it’s like he’s become frenzied. With him and Kakashi frantically fucking you like it’s their last chance to do so, you feel yourself becoming incredibly close to your peak.

“W-wait,” you say as Tenzo pulls out of your mouth to let you breathe.

“No way, brat. You’re going to take what’s coming to you!”

You squirm against the bindings, the rope burning against your tender flesh. This feeling coupled with the way the pair is fucking you so hard sends you right off the edge. You let out a loud cry as you feel your whole body shaking. 

Slowly, you begin to come down from your high and you’re panting and catching your breath. Tenzo is next to cum as he strokes himself to completion all over your face. Kakashi spills himself deep inside you, leaving you feeling full and sticky.

As they begin to dress themselves and clean up, they decide to leave you on the bed. Tenzo questions Kakashi about this.

“She hasn’t learned her lesson yet. Leave her here for round two.”

[moodymisty]

Oh! Could you write something with Ferrus? Please?

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: Ask and ye shall receive. This is my first real time writing Ferrus so I hope you enjoy.

Summary: Ferrus wonders why you haven't asked the same question everyone else does.

Relationships: Ferrus Manus/Gn!Reader

Warnings: The ever so slight implication of sex, Ferrus having the emotional variability of a rock

Word Count: 728

Your heart gently patters against your ribcage as you look around the room. Schematics hang from the walls, organized in a way only known to him and written in a language that despite it being the one you speak, is so far removed it that might as well not be. Even in his moments of showing them to you, teaching you how they work, so many aspects of them still manage to elude you.

You rub your palm against your cheek and feel the warmth of your skin against it, radiating a flushed heat. But when you drop your hand away, it accidentally hits the cool metal of Ferrus' that rests on your thigh, covering most of it from the sheer size of his palm; It's heavy like a lead weight, but you make no effort to move away.

He watches you eye it, and finally speaks up after what has felt like an eternity of silence.

"I am surprised you've yet to ask how it happened."

You look up at Ferrus confused, brow furrowed. Your hands unconsciously grip his fingers for leverage as you gaze upward. It's awkward from your position sat between his legs, your back to him, but less so given his height. He leans forward and slightly to the side.

"How what happened?" You ask.

He looks at you with that same neutral expression, with a hint of him being miffed. Perhaps he thinks you're being remarkably dense in this moment, for not somehow understanding his vague statement.

A small shiver runs through your body randomly from the feeling of metal against your bare skin, though you still wouldn't say you felt cold.

"Most don't wait long at all before trying to inquire about how my arms."

Your eyebrows raise in the sudden understanding, and you can see the amused quirk in Ferrus' face as he catches it. You look back down at his arm and tug at it, and fail to move it even the slightest. His fingers shift slightly in response, pressing against the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

"Somehow I doubt you'd tell me the real story." Ferrus manages to surprise you with a soft laugh.

"Then you are smarter than most who ask."

Your hands roam over his more curiously, and to your surprise he placates you by flipping his hand palm up on your thigh. The metal is incredibly smooth and not all that cold considering, and your fingers tentatively travel upward until you reach the 'seam' between his metal and the skin of his forearm. It's perfectly smooth and even, like someone painted it; You can even see some of the detail of his skin like the bumps of veins, as if he merely painted over them.

Once he's deemed your curiosity sated he flips his hand back over, so his palm is once again pressed against your upper thigh. His fingers sink in-between your closed legs; It demonstrates the massive difference in scale between the both of you as they brush dangerously close to the apex of your legs. Your thighs tense up in response, though not from the cold.

"I know that the story is that you got them fighting the Wyrm on Medusa," You tug the large piece of clothing that smothers your body over your chest, the bottom of which just barely touches the side of Ferrus' hand. Putting your hands back on his own you can feel his palm slide up your thigh higher, and any pressure you put on it fails to halt it's advance. You bite the inside of your cheek before gathering the restraint to finish speaking.

"But the story changes each time I hear it." Ferrus looks down at you, his eyebrows raised. It softens his face slightly, and with less of his permanent scowl it's surprising how different he looks. His hand squeezes your leg and it's more than bit distracting. He's doing it on purpose, you can tell.

"And do you believe it?"

He asks you. You purse your lips and think for a moment, before perking up in a way that earns a bit more of his interest.

"Let me think on it for awhile. Then I'll come back to you."

Ferrus smiles. You can't help but think he's amused by your intent to investigate something that you could just outright ask him.

"Very well."

[marycorcaroli]

yandere!zoro x inventor!reader.

req: hiii 🙈 maybe you can do yandere zoro x inventor! reader hcs. the reader is basically the inventor of the crew, she can make stink bombs, explosives, and overall, just great gadgets. the reader can't fight with swords or do hand to hand combat but uses her inventions to help her out, zoro kind of becomes protective of her. this is so long whew!!

mary♡: thanks for the request 🌷, i hope you enjoy it, i tried really hard💗 ! iapologize for my mistakes, english is not my first language 🤧

zoro loves you infinitely much, you are the perfect girl for him, but he is just a traumatized asshole who is afraid to make the first move and show his love, but there is one problem, zoro won't let someone hurt you verbally or physically, he would go crazy.

you were beautiful in everything, you could do everything he couldn't and teach him to be better. i think zoro could spend hours watching you do something useful to protect the team, your graceful hands going through what seems like such heavy and hard elements, but you still look beautiful. you can't even imagine how proud zoro was of you when you unveiled your new bomb or explosive that could defeat anything and everything. zoro would never say out loud how wonderful you are, his ego wouldn't let him, but if someone else did, i'm afraid that person would be dead in seconds.

zoro knew you couldn't defend yourself with your hands and was always afraid that you would be found by other pirates who wanted to avenge themselves and you wouldn't be able to beat them, it breaks zoro into tiny little pieces, he thinks about it every night or even every night he thinks about you and how he wants to have you all to himself.

zoro is very possessive, he won't let you go anywhere. you want to go with luffy to help him? nah, how about you stay here and just be quiet with zoro? simple, he's very scared for you and himself too. zoro can't see his future without you, he'll be a literal monster if he loses you, his brain will stop functioning properly and he won't be able to see anything but the blood of the people who took you from him.

it was his biggest mistake, to try to hurt you, to make you cry and leave you bruised in a horrible shade of purple. god, everyone knew zoro was crazy when he saw the pirate next to you, trying to hit you and take the key to the cabin where all your inventions were.

zoro ran towards you, imagining the most horrible ways to kill this fearless pirate who was trying to touch you. zoro was at your side in seconds and threw the man away from you to the farthest corner of the ship, odd that he didn't die from that.

"are you okay? did he hurt you? where did he touch you? " zoro said all this out of breath, he was short of breath from the anger he was feeling, his eyes were running all over your body and face, he was trying to make sure you were okay, but the bruise on your face said otherwise, zoro's eyes were even more aggressive than they had been in a couple seconds, he was literally on fire, his hands were tense and veins were showing on his forehead from how hard he was squeezing you and he didn't want to let go but he had to.

"zoro, it's okay, it doesn't hurt, don't worry about me, h-he wanted to steal all the things i've been doing for so long, but-he didn't have time, i-i wanted to fight back but nothing would come out, i'm sorry, please."

zoro didn't hear your voice, he was terrified of what he wanted to do to that pirate and then keep you all to himself.

zoro will start with something small, just beating him until he hears him begging for forgiveness, but he doesn't care anymore. he hurt you and made you feel fear, which means zoro will do the same thing to him, only a few thousand times worse, he will make the man feel the fear he never felt.

at the end when you ask zoro to stop, he will, but stop for a couple seconds to do something else.

"no one can touch y/n and survive after that, no one. " zoro said it with the coldest look, "you tried to take her from me, but it didn't work and it never will. my face is the last thing you'll see before you go burn in hell."

zoro's words left you shocked, he had never said those words before, you had no idea how he really felt about you, but now it all fell into place.

you are his treasure, his air, his life, you are his completely, not from that moment but from the moment you first met you have always been only his. today, zoro made it obvious to everyone here. you don't have to worry anymore, no one will dare to hurt you or just come near you, zoro won't let them. he will kill them all and spill all that blood for you, he will do anything to keep you with him. and if you think he is too aggressive and you don't want to be with him, he will make you.

[guilty-ff]

𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐭. 𝟐

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ˚⁎⁺˳ .

This story takes place after Jason's death (warning: not 100% Comic accurate)

Pairings: Dick Grayson/Nightwing x (fem!Reader), Slight Jason Todd/Red hood x (fem!Reader)

Genre: Action, Angst, Revenge, Violence, DC

Warnings: Comic Spoilers!, Explicit content, Child abuse, swearing, torture, mental health, weapons

Word count: 4603

The training room is dim, lit only by flickering candlelight that casts long, jagged shadows across the stone walls. The smell of sweat and leather fills the air, heavy, suffocating. A lone figure stands against the far wall, arms folded, eyes hidden beneath the hood of his jacket.

Jason Todd.

Y/n steps into the room, every inch of her self-assured like a predator: careful, calculating. Her mind is sharp, her body tense, waiting for a challenge, but she never had to face someone like him before. She has been raised on the idea that her skills were perfected for control, precision- no room for error. This, though, this is something else.

She does not say a word, only studying him in the silence that hangs between them.

He is the first one to speak, voice rough, laced with a smirk. "You gonna stand there all day, or are we gonna train?" His tone is teasing, but there is an edge to it. A sharpness that tells her he is not playing games.

Her eyes narrow, flicking to the weapons hanging on the walls, then back to him. She is still sizing him up. She does not trust him, does not know if she ever will. Trust is a currency she never spent, not since her childhood, not since her grandfather's cruel lessons.

"I'm here to train," she says coolly, her voice steady despite the nervous energy boiling underneath. She does not give him the satisfaction of a response, her body staying still as a statue, though inside, there is a storm brewing. She is not sure if she is supposed to be wary or intrigued.

Jason chuckles under his breath, and when he moves toward her, it is with a loose, almost lazy grace, like he knows something she does not. "Good. But you should know, training here is a little different. No rules, no safe zones. You don't follow orders, you get hurt." His eyes flash darkly as he steps closer, and for the first time, she senses something dangerous in his words.

She does not flinch. She heard worse from her grandfather, after all. "I'm used to pain," she says, a hardness creeping into her tone, something that is not just a facade anymore.

Jason stops in front of her, his expression unreadable. He does not back down either. "Yeah, I can tell. But the question is- how long can you keep pretending that you don't like it?" He steps back, hands up in mock surrender. "But that's fine. We'll see if you're ready for what's coming."

The tension crackles between them, an electric charge neither of them can ignore. Y/n takes a deep breath and moves first, thrusting a punch at his chest. She is fast, but Jason is quicker-sidestepping the strike with a fluid motion, almost like he is expecting it. A slight smirk plays on his lips as he counters with a jab to her ribs.

It is a sharp, quick hit, one she barely sees coming. Her breath catches, but she recovers instantly, slamming an elbow into his side, determined to show that she can keep up.

Jason grins wider now, his movements a combination of sheer experience and unpredictability. He does not give her a moment to breathe, coming at her again, this time with a low sweep aimed at her legs. She jumps over it, narrowly avoiding the hit, and lands in a crouch.

"Not bad," he murmurs, impressed, but not for long. He is already pushing forward again, driving her to fight harder.

Her fists fly as she moves, attacking, blocking, dodging- until something clicks. This is not just fighting. This is... surviving. Her mind whirs with recognition: Jason is not here to teach her technique; he is here to force her to live in the moment, to throw aside everything she has been trained to do.

She does not stop to question it. She cannot. Not now.

────────────────────── His eyes are focused, intense, but not in the way Ra's al Ghul would look at her. Her grandfather's gaze had always been judgemental, contemptuous, as if weighing her worth. But Jason does not look at her as untapped potential or some delicate thing. No, he looks at her like a challenge- like she is just another opponent he is ready to break down and build back up.

Y/n feels the weight of his gaze, but not in the way she is used to. The men she would sparred with before- her grandfather, the League's warriors- always treated her with a blend of disrespect and caution, as if her being a woman had to be taken into account. But Jason does not care. He does not give a damn about her gender; he only sees her as a soldier, just like him. A fighter to be tested, pushed, and, if necessary, broken.

"Let's see what you've got," he says, voice flat. There is no taunting, no judgement. Just a pure, combat-ready focus.

She straightens, unease settling in her gut. She is used to being judged, to expectations that she is always measured against. But Jason is not here to evaluate her; he is here to challenge her.

He does not give her time to adjust. Jason moves fast, too fast. She barely reacts before he is upon her, an unstoppable force. His attacks do not follow any recognisable rhythm like her grandfather's drills, instead, they are instinctual and chaotic, shifting and twisting in unpredictable ways. Each time she thinks she has a handle on his moves, he changes, slipping through her defence like water.

"Don't just stand there!" he barks, shoving her hard in the chest. She stumbles back, barely catching herself. He does not pause, does not check if she is okay. Jason's here to make her feel the fight, to force her to live in each moment.

She curses internally, frustration flaring up. How the hell is he this fast? Her training has been strict, her reflexes sharpened to a fine edge. But Jason's fighting style is foreign to her, chaotic in a way she does not understand. He is not fighting for control, he is fighting to survive, to overpower. He is not following a script, and that unsettles her deeply.

"You're thinking too much," he says sharply, not mocking but with clear impatience. "Stop worrying about what you're supposed to do. Start worrying about what you want to do."

Instinctively, her hand moves toward the dagger tucked in her boot, a reflex drilled into her over years. But he catches the motion with a quick swipe, knocking her arm away before she can even draw the blade.

"Weapons won't save you against someone who doesn't give a fuck about them," he says, unmoved and direct.

A mixture of frustration and anger surges inside her. She has been told to rely on her weapons, on precision, on calculation. Ra's al Ghul had drilled it into her that every move was about control. Jason, however, is telling her to throw it all away and embrace chaos.

She glares at him. "I don't need your help."

Jason does not flinch, does not even seem phased. He just keeps moving, circling her. "Yeah? You sure about that?"

Her frustration boils over. She lunges, but Jason sidesteps effortlessly, using her momentum to throw her off balance. She lands on the ground with a hard thud, and his knee presses into her side, pinning her there.

"You think you're gonna win like this?" he growls, his grip unforgiving. "You can't fight with that mindset. You're too predictable."

She grits her teeth, anger surging as she tries to push him off. Every struggle just makes him press harder, refusing to give her any room to breathe, any space to retreat. This is not how it is supposed to go. This is not part of any plan she is familiar with.

Memories of her grandfather's lessons flash in her mind: Control. Precision. Discipline. But Jason is not teaching her any of that.

Jason catches her wrist and twists it, his voice still calm but firm. "You're fighting the wrong fight. This isn't about winning against me. It's about breaking down everything you've been taught to rely on."

Something inside her snaps. Her carefully contained control shatters, and raw emotion rushes forward- anger, frustration, confusion, all of it spilling out in an uncontrolled stream. She struggles harder, her body moving without thought, an instinctive reaction.

And suddenly, it is like everything clicks into place. Her body moves with a fierce energy she does not understand. Without realizing it, her hand shoots forward, and a dagger materializes in her palm. But this is not a blade she pulls from her boot; this dagger is dark and untouchable, formed purely from her own anger and desperation.

The shadow dagger swings toward Jason.

Jason's eyes widen in surprise. He tries to dodge, but he is just a fraction too slow. The edge of the blade grazes his arm, leaving a thin, dark burn where it touches.

"Shit!" he curses, backing away quickly, his face a mixture of shock and pain. "What the hell was that?"

She freezes, staring at her hand, watching as the shadowy blade fades into nothingness. Her heart pounds, her mind struggling to process what just happened. That was not a move she would been taught. That was not control.

Her chest tightens with panic as she takes in what she has done. She feels the weight of Jason's gaze on her, analysing, almost curious despite the pain in his arm.

"You okay?" he asks, voice strangely gentle.

Y/n blinks, still shocked, her hand still trembling from the feeling of the dagger. She shakes her head, unable to look him in the eyes. "I... I didn't mean to..."

Jason watches her carefully, his gaze sharp but not condemning. "It's okay. You're still figuring yourself out," he says, his tone steady. "But get a grip. This is just the start."

She swallows, the silence between them thick with confusion, pain, and a strange undercurrent she cannot name. She can still feel the energy humming in her body, a dark echo of that power.

Jason's voice breaks through her thoughts. "We're not done here. This can't be a one-time thing."

She opens her mouth to apologize, but he cuts her off with a shake of his head. "Don't say you're sorry. You didn't have control. But now you know it's in there. And next time, you'll be ready for it."

Looking up at him, she does not see a teacher or a trainer. She sees someone who knows what it is like to feel broken, to struggle with something deep and dark inside. And for the first time, she does not feel completely alone.

────────────────────── The training between them has settled into a rhythm. It is been weeks of daily sparring, bruises, and soreness- weeks of them pushing each other past limits, their bodies tested again and again. Jason's style has rubbed off on her, breaking her away from the cold, calculated methods her grandfather drilled into her.

Each session feels less like a punishment and more like a brutal, unpredictable dance. In a strange way, it feels like freedom. But tonight, as the training winds down, something heavier lingers between them, a kind of tension that is not just physical fatigue.

Jason notices her wincing as she wraps her bruised knuckles with the leftover bandages. He sighs, his usual sharpness softened, and reaches into his small bag. "Give those here," he mutters, pulling out fresh rolls of bandages and a small bottle of medicine.

Y/n hesitates but extends her hands, palms facing up, where small cuts from earlier sparring have formed, thin and stinging. He begins wrapping her hands carefully, the silence between them almost comfortable but laced with something unsaid. She studies his face as he works, his expression softened from its usual hard edges.

"There's no shortage of wounds between us, is there?" he finally murmurs, pulling the bandage taut. His voice has a weight to it, an almost sad realization. "They keep adding up."

A small laugh escapes her, and she shakes her head. "Guess we're just... well-trained. Or stupid."

Jason huffs a laugh of his own. "Maybe both. You don't get this many scars by living smart."

As he applies the medicine, his fingers brush over an older scar, one he had not noticed before, and she flinches. "Sorry," he says, gentler than usual. "Didn't mean to hit a nerve."

She shrugs, but the weight of his question seems to open something inside her, unspoken and raw. Before she can pull back, he begins to speak, his tone unexpectedly open.

"I didn't start out like this," he says, surprising her with the sudden honesty. "Back then, I was just a kid, desperate for something real, something that gave a damn." His gaze shifts, staring past her, lost in memories that are sharper than any bruise. "I thought I was doing something good, you know? Like fighting for justice, saving people- those stupid ideals they talk about."

She feels herself drawn in, watching him quietly, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice. It is so different from his usual sharp, sarcastic edge.

"But Batman?" Jason continues, his voice bitter. "He was never... I mean, he saved me, but he was never there the way he should've been. I was just a sidekick, something he could mould and then discard." His voice hardens, but there's something else behind it too- a deep, painful sadness. "And when I really needed him? He wasn't there. I ended up dead because of him. Came back, sure, but... it's not the same. Nothing is the same."

She opens her mouth to say something, but no words come out. She understands more than he knows; the look in his eyes mirrors her own. She has seen it every time she looked in the mirror after her grandfather's lessons, feeling like nothing more than a weapon.

Her fingers grip the edge of her bandages, and before she realizes it, words start spilling out of her. "My grandfather," she starts, her voice quieter than she intends. "He never treated me like a person. Not really. I was... this project, something to be perfected, polished, and sharpened."

Jason's eyes flicker to hers, his gaze intense but not pushing. Just... listening.

"He'd poison me," she says, a bitter laugh escaping her. "He'd say it was to make me stronger. Made me drink toxins until I'd throw up and couldn't breathe anymore. He'd watch me collapse, watch me choke and fight for air... and then he'd just tell me to keep going." Her voice broke, the bitterness giving way to something raw and hurt. "I thought that was love. That's what he told me it was. But I was just... a weapon, that's all he wanted."

Jason nods slowly, and there is a dark understanding in his eyes, something almost haunted. "Guess we both learned pretty damn fast what family can do to you," he says, voice low. "They mould you, break you, shape you into their version of what you should be... and then act like it's a favour."

The words hang in the air between them, heavy and twisted with years of pain. She feels a lump in her throat, but she swallows it down, refusing to let it choke her.

They sit in silence for a few moments, the weight of their confessions settling like a cold blanket around them. Then she manages a weak laugh, one that's half a sob.

"Honestly," she mutters, wiping at her eyes. "Batman sounds like a bit of a weirdo. I mean, putting kids in spandex tights and sending them out to fight crime? Who the hell does that?"

Jason looks at her, caught off guard, and then he snorts, a genuine laugh breaking through. "Yeah... yeah, when you put it that way, he really does sound insane." There is a pause, and then he grins, shaking his head. "I looked ridiculous. Skin-tight red and green? Seriously."

She laughs, and it feels like something lifts between them. The tension in the room eases, replaced by something warmer, lighter. She wipes at her face, the traces of tears almost forgotten as they share a moment of laughter, both of them finding solace in the absurdity of it all.

"Did you have a little cape too?" she teases, raising an eyebrow.

Jason rolls his eyes, grinning. "Yeah, I did. Hated that damn thing."

She laughs again, and it feels good, like something breaking open inside her, something that's been locked away for too long. She is still bruised, still raw from everything, but sitting here with him, it does not feel so heavy anymore.

He finishes bandaging her hands and sits back, just watching her for a moment. There is something soft in his eyes, a kind of respect, a kind of understanding that does not need words.

"Thanks," she says, her voice almost a whisper.

He nods, and for the first time, he does not look away. "We're both broken, but... maybe we don't have to stay that way."

The silence returns, but it is different now. They do not need to say anything more. They are just there, two people who have been shattered by those they trusted, finding a strange kind of healing in each other's presence.

After that night, something shifts. Their late-night conversation, their shared pain- it all lingers in her thoughts, tugging at her mind as the days pass. They return to training each day, their sessions no less brutal, but there is a quiet understanding now, an unspoken trust. The bruises and cuts hurt a little less, the silences feel a little warmer, and she begins to notice a spark of something new, something alive, growing between them. 

Jason's influence begins to introduce her a world in ways she never expected. His defiance, his contempt for authority, the way he does not care about the rules or the boundaries her grandfather has enforced- all of it sparks something restless inside her.

She has spent her entire life following orders, beaten down into obedience, conditioned to move through her days as though her life belonged to someone else. But Jason? He lives like his life is his own, like he is something untamed. And it is intoxicating.

One evening, after a particularly heavy session, he catches her eye with a mischievous glint as they head toward the compound's sleeping quarters. "So, you just go back to your room every night like a good little soldier?" he teases, raising an eyebrow.

She narrows her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "Maybe I'm just smart enough not to get caught."

Jason grins, leaning closer, his tone laced with challenge. "Well, maybe it's time you learn how to have a little fun."

"What, sneaking out to pull pranks and throw punches in back alleys?" She rolls her eyes but cannot help the small, genuine smile spreading across her face.

"Come on, princess," he says, his grin widening. "No rules, no orders, just us. Let's go."

She freezes at the word, feeling a pang of resentment, and crosses her arms. "Oh, come on- how did you find out about that? Stop calling me princess," she returns, the humour mingling with a sharp edge in her voice. "I grew up in dirt, Jason, not a palace. Must've been nice though, huh?"

He raises his eyebrows, looking at her in surprise, and then shakes his head, a strange softness crossing his expression. "Trust me, palaces aren't all they're cracked up to be," he mutters, his voice quieter now. "But dirt and darkness? That's where I grew up too." He studies her for a moment before his grin returns, defiance glinting in his eyes. "So, what do you say?"

She hesitates, but only for a second. The words feel dangerous, as if by agreeing, she is breaking something unbreakable, stepping into unknown territory. And yet, as she looks at him, his cocky grin and those piercing eyes daring her to let go, something inside her snaps.

"Fine," she says, finally, feeling the thrill of the decision racing through her. "Lead the way."

────────────────────── That night, for the first time in her life, she steps beyond the strict boundaries of her training compound without permission. Jason leads her out, slipping through the shadows like a phantom, both of them moving quietly, undetected by the guards posted around.

When they are far enough away, he smirks and breaks into a run, and she cannot help but chase after him, sensing feelings she has never known. She feels alive, a spark of rebellion igniting inside her, breaking through the chains of control that have held her down for so long.

They find themselves in an empty alley, the darkened city stretching out before them. Jason kicks a stray can down the street, watching it clatter before turning back to her with that mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"So, how does it feel?" he asks, leaning back against a wall with his arms crossed.

"How does what feel?" She raises an eyebrow, still catching her breath.

"Freedom," he says, his voice softer but no less intense. "Doing something because you want to do it, not because someone told you to."

She considers his words, the weight of them settling on her shoulders. She has spent her entire life doing what her grandfather wanted, what her mother insisted upon, what duty demanded of her. And now, here she is, outside the compound in the dead of night, no orders, no purpose, just... choice.

"It's strange," she admits, her voice quiet. "But... it feels good. Different, but good."

Jason nods, his expression thoughtful, almost as if he is remembering something. "When I was with Batman, everything had rules, restrictions. I had to be the 'good hero,' follow orders, stay in line, 'no killing'. But that's no way to live, not really."

She glances at him, seeing the hardness in his face, the anger that has not quite faded. "So what did you do?"

"I left," he says simply, a dark edge to his voice. "Or rather... I was forced to leave. Didn't really matter. I had to break out of it. Guess I'm just lucky to have come back as myself."

His words sink in, and she feels an odd relation with him. They have both been moulded, broken, and remade in someone else's image. But where she has stayed, bound by duty, he had the strength to break free.

"Think you'd ever go back?" she asks, almost afraid of the answer.

Jason's expression darkens, and his gaze becomes fixed, unyielding. "Going back means revenge, not to play dress-up and be some sidekick again. And definitely not to join up with Batman's little 'family.'" He spits out the word, as if it leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

"On both of them." He pauses, and she notices the way his hands clench as he speaks, like he is trying to keep his anger in check. "the first Robin" he mutters, almost like he is spitting the word out. "The one who was supposed to have my back, but instead he just left me behind, moved on with his own damn life, put on a new suit and became something else entirely." he scoffs bitterly. "The shining star. Batman's favourite."

There is a hint of jealousy, laced with resentment. "He got to just walk away," Jason says, his voice thick with contempt. "He got to choose who he wanted to be, who he wanted to follow. And meanwhile, I was still there, still in it. And then... then I wasn't. " His voice drops, shadowed with a kind of hurt that goes deeper than just anger. "And when I came back, did he care? No. He's too wrapped up in being perfect, in being... the one Batman actually wanted."

Her eyes do not leave him, letting him vent the bitterness he is clearly held onto for so long. She knows this is only the surface, though- the real hatred is not for his brother.

"But him?" Jason's eyes flicker, colder now, focused, and she knows exactly who he means. "Him," he says again, lower, almost seething, "Batman. The man who called himself my mentor. He left me to die, never came back for me. And then what? He just put someone else in the damn suit." His jaw is clenched so tight she half-wonders if he might crack his teeth. "All I was to him was another kid in his damn crusade. Disposable."

The fury in his voice is raw, yet his eyes carry something broken beneath all that anger. "When I'm back in Gotham," he says, words icy and measured, "I'm going to make him see the monster he created. I'll make him regret leaving me behind, forgetting about me, letting me die. I'm going to ruin everything he thinks he's built."

There is a silence between them, and she can feel the weight of his hurt, the way it consumes him, makes him boiling. He looks at her, almost daring her to object.

Instead, she nods quietly, holding his gaze. "And what about your the first Robin?" she asks softly, though she can sense where his priorities lie.

Jason's mouth twists. "Him?" he says, dismissively. "I don't need him to pay... just want him to see what it's like to be overlooked. And when I go after Batman, he's going to watch."

She takes in his words, the weight of his pain, and feels a strange, almost fierce sympathy rise within her. "I get it," she says, softly but firmly. "And if there's any way I can help you, I will."

But he shakes his head, his face set in a grim expression. "No," he says, not unkindly, but with finality.

"This... this is something between me and him. I don't want you tangled up in my mess. You've got your own path, and I don't need you getting dragged into mine."

He glances over at her, his gaze softening for a moment. "Besides," he adds, with a smirk, "I can handle Batman on my own. I've had years to figure this out."

She nods, though the unspoken worry lingers between them. In the silence that follows, she knows better than to push him further, respecting the barrier he has put up. But a part of her cannot shake the feeling that this path he is on- one fuelled by anger and vengeance- might consume him before he finds what he is looking for.

────────────────────── The days continue like this, their midnight escapes turning into something of a ritual. Jason always manages to peruse her out, challenging her to overstep the boundaries her grandfather has set.

She finds herself sneaking out of her room, slipping past the guards, following him into the night. Sometimes they go sparring in the empty parts of town, other times they talk, sharing quiet conversations under the cover of darkness. With each night, her strict, rule-following mentality loosens, giving way to something freer, something bolder.

One night, as they sit on the rooftop of an old, crumbling building overlooking the city, he turns to her with a grin. "You know, you're not so bad, princess," he teases, his tone light.

She rolls her eyes, nudging him with her shoulder. "You're not so bad yourself, Todd. But seriously, stop with the 'princess' thing."

"Oh, come on." He smirks, leaning back on his hands.

"It suits you."

She snorts, shaking her head. "I'm the furthest thing from a princess, trust me."

His expression softens slightly, and for a moment, there is a vulnerability in his eyes. "Maybe. But you're a hell of a lot stronger than any royal I've ever met."

She is caught off guard by his words, by the sincerity in his voice, and for a moment, she feels something break through the walls she has built around herself. They sit in silence, the weight of his words settling over her.

"Thanks," she murmurs, barely audible.

Jason gives her a small, understanding nod, and they continue to sit there, side by side, staring out at the city as if they are the only two people in the world.

Part 3