#⊰ ˙ ˖ ¸ 〘 III. extras. 〙 she’s the kind of girl you fight to the death for.

[omniblades-and-stars]

The Way

Part i. | Part ii. | Part iii.

iii.

It’s uncanny, really. How does she always manage to show up just when things are going to the worst kind of shit and everything seems like it’s going to burn to the ground?

She’s like that. A beacon of hope.

It’s in the way that she holds herself like a respectable, serious soldier when she’s dealing with his people. When he sees her, on the very same moon he’s fighting for his life on of all places, talking to General Corinthus, he couldn’t be more proud.

She’s stoic, reserved, her shoulders are squared back, not threatening, she’s just standing like soldiers are expected to. Her gaze never leaves Corinthus while she is speaking to him. “Just tell me where to find Victus, and I’ll do it,” she says matter-of-fact. Because she’s the kind of woman who just gets things done, even when it’s not even close to her job to do it.

She waits until they’re far out of earshot of any soldiers high enough in the chain-of-command to care before she drops the hardened soldier act. “Garrus, I was so worried I wouldn’t see you again. When they hit Earth … It was so much worse than I thought it would be.”

And he knows she’s under exaggerating, because she thought it was going to be bad, but the catch in her voice tells him everything he needs to know.

The situation on Earth is as bad, or worse, as Palaven.

And she almost didn’t make it out.

It's in the way that she missed him. The very second the Primarch is settled in and she's dealt with … whatever's going on with EDI, she strides into the gun battery and locks the door. She's already shrugging out of her dress blues before he can even turn around. One of her shoes goes flying somewhere past his head as she hops up and down, kicking her legs to get out of her pants. She looks ridiculous. 

"You'd think the Alliance could spring for fabric that isn't a nightmare for the dress uniforms, but it's like they actually paid extra to have the itchiness sewn right in."

"What are you doing, Shepard?" He asks while chuckling and reaching for the clasps on his armor. He knows, because it's not like she's being subtle.

She has a lot of strong suits, but subtlety isn't one of them.

She stops her hopping, the leg of her pants is stuck on her foot, and she smiles. "I've been stuck in a room for six months. If you think that I'm going to wait a second longer to touch you again, you've lost your damn mind. You're lucky I waited this long. Your human girlfriend was this close to causing an intergalactic incident by jumping you in the middle of a tactical meeting with high ranking officers." She manages to yank herself free of the pant leg, her sock going along with it.

He's pretty sure he'll never get used to her calling herself his girlfriend. 

"There are worse ways to cause a diplomatic nightmare," he says as the pieces of his armor fall to the ground. He's not generally so blasé about his gear, but … Well …

If you had the Commander Shepard stripping in your quarters, you wouldn't care about scratches or dents on your chest plate either, now would you?

She pushes him to the cot he's set up in the battery and climbs onto his lap. Her hands are all over him, and his are all over her. Her arms are bigger, he notices. In fact, it seems like she's bulked up a little all over. Not that she was ever a small-framed woman, but he can tell she’s been working on what she used to joke with Ash and Kaidan about as “glamor muscles”.

He likes it.

She must notice how he's touching her because she says, "Didn't have a lot to occupy myself with, so I spent a lot of time working out with James." Her explanation is broken up by the kisses she's planting all over his face and neck.

"Oh, so you spent a lot of time with Vega, huh? He seems … nice," Garrus teases. He knows he has nothing to worry about. Shepard isn't that kind of girl. "Attractive, for a human."

"Who, James? Sure, he's cute, in the way a lost puppy's cute." She presses her forehead to his and smiles against his mouth, "He's a beefcake, but lucky for you, Garrus Vakarian, I prefer my men … bony." She flicks one of his plates for emphasis.

"So you still think you're funny?" He chuckles into her neck.

"I know I'm funny," she answers smugly.  But then she grows quiet and still, and he looks up at her to see that her brows are knit together. She's chewing on her lip, and it looks like she's holding back tears. "Missed you, Big Guy," she says quietly. 

"Spirits, I missed you too." Understatement of a lifetime, he thinks. 

She presses herself against him, somehow getting closer despite how she was already against him, and she sighs. She's clinging to him with her whole body, and she's so warm and he's missed her so much he never wants to let go.

This time is slow and sweet. They just need to touch.

It’s in the way she stands on her principles, even in the face of a galaxy that is telling her, “No, that’s insane!” He's not there when she marches back into the conference room to give the Dalatrass a piece of her mind.

But he hears about it. Primarch Victus recounts it dryly, with very little detail. His version is probably closer to the truth, but Wrex's version is far more entertaining. 

"So she stomps back in there and lifts the Dalatrass by her robes and shouts, 'Don't you think your people have done enough to fuck up the galaxy? Now I'm going to fix your mistakes, bitch.' And then she headbutts her," Wrex retells the story with incredible, bombastic exaggeration (and several outright lies). "If I didn't know any better, I'd think she was a tiny krogan herself. She's got quad." He has to agree, she is ballsy.

Garrus is pretty sure Shepard did not headbutt the salarian Dalatrass.

Spirits, he hopes she didn't headbutt the salarian Dalatrass. 

It's in the way she mourns. She's red-faced, while gut wrenching sobs wrack her body as she stands with her forehead pressed against the memorial wall on the crew deck. She's holding a plaque bearing the name "Thane Krios" in her hands. She tried to slide it next to Mordin's but her hands are shaking so badly that she's given up.

"They should have had more time," she says barely above a whisper. "Mordin, Thane … fuck," her voice cracks and he turns her so she can bury her head against his chest. The plaque goes crashing to the ground and she clutches at whatever handholds she can find on his armor. "He should have had more time with Kolyat."

Thane's death hits her hard. Not only because they were friends, though they were close. Her parents died when she was a teenager. She mourns for the pain Kolyat feels as much as her own. It's a pain she knows all too well.

Garrus understands. There's never enough time with them.

He misses his mom.

It's in the way that her reckless disregard for her own life drives him insane. She jumps into an untested diving mech without a second thought and disappears beneath the surface before he can utter more than a sentence begging her not to.

The waiting makes him crazy. She's not responding on the hailing frequency. And they literally have no way to mount a rescue if something's gone wrong. He's so tense he might just start taking potshots at the crashed cruiser they've landed on. He's pacing, Ash is pacing, and Cortez is desperately trying, and unfortunately failing, to keep the two of them level headed about it.

At least there's occasional drops of Reaper troops to keep him somewhat occupied. He's seconds away from leaping into the water himself.

And then another pulse happens, and the waters around them start to wave. And as if he has not already seen enough once-in-a-lifetime crazy things for several lifetimes, he sees something to top them all. Rising from the water is an enormous creature that looks eerily similar to some of the Reaper ships.

And then another.

And then another.

He's not sure what Shepard is doing under there, but it has to be "batshit" insane, as she would call it. Because what's happening topside is damn near incomprehensible. On top of the sea monsters leaving the ocean and taking to space flight right before his very confused eyes, the remaining Reaper forces are turning on each other, suddenly oblivious to their presence.

Minutes later the mech bursts up from the depths and Shepard stumbles out, and immediately loses consciousness. She comes back to in the shuttle, there is blood all over the lower part of her mouth smeared from the intense nosebleed she must have had. 

"Shepard, are you alright?" he asks, grasping her shoulders. His grasp on his sanity is slipping and the longer she doesn't answer, the closer he comes actually flipping out. 

She coughs and then smiles, it looks a little delirious, too goofy to be appropriate for what's been happening. "Yeah … yeah. Just um … just partied too hard with the ultra-ancient progenitors of the Reapers. Worked out though."

He's so relieved, so charmed by her ability to laugh even in the face of the impossible, and so, so very upset with her. He pulls her into his arms, and she's all but dead weight still. "Never do that again," he says into her hair. He wishes he never had to let go. 

"You say that like I'm always doing insane deep sea dives."

"Shepard," he groans.

"You know I can't promise not to take risks like that, Garrus. But … I'll try to be smarter about it."

He knows it's really all he can ask. It still drives him crazy. 

It's in the way she does the impossible again and again. The quarians and the geth seem intent on killing each other and destroying themselves in the process. But then she's standing between Legion and Tali, and she does it. She convinces the quarian fleet to stop their offensive and just like that … a battle hundreds of years in the making is over.

Legion is gone, but the rest of the geth are offering to help with the fight against the Reapers and to help the quarians rebuild their homeworld.

And so quarians have their homeworld again. All in a day's work, apparently. 

Tali takes off her helmet. She breathes the unfiltered air of the home she never thought she would have. She feels the wind on her uncovered face.

She is home.

How can one woman be at the center of so much good in the galaxy? She puts everything she's got into making the universe a better place.

And more confounding of all, why does she want to be with him?

He doesn't understand it, but Spirits, he's glad she does.

It's in the way that she sleeps. She curls around his body and throws a leg over him, trapping him beneath her sleep-deadened weight. He doesn't mind it. In fact, he cherishes it.

She holds him tighter when she has the nightmares. And they come more and more often. Her hands twitch like she's trying to grab something, and she whispers, "I'm sorry," in a barely intelligible slur. Thessia hit her hard. 

There are nights, rare though they are, where she sleeps peacefully. He manages to pry himself free without waking her to get something to drink. When he returns from the bathroom, she's sprawled out, her hair fanned out over her pillow, and quite frankly, a tangled mess.

The soft blue light from the aquarium plays over her skin, and Spirits, she just looks so soft. Even in the midst of all of this terror, the heartbreak, the impossible odds, his heart is full.

He sends her a message:

It's late. Just got up for some water. You're still asleep. Wanted to say how beautiful I think you are. Love G

When he carefully crawls back into the bed, she immediately curls back around him, trapping him beneath her sleep-deadened weight. He doesn't mind it. 

Spirits, he cherishes this. 

It's in the way she looks in that dress. Hot damn. He finds her fighting for her life at a car lot of all places, and seriously … damn. Distracting does not even begin to cover it.

"My eyes are up here, Big Guy," she says with a wide grin as she points at her chest. It's clear from the flush igniting down past the low cut neck of the dress that she is thinking about all the things she wants him to do to her in it. He is too.

That confidence is still apparent when they come face to face with her clone (yet another thing to add to the list of impossible things he's seen in the recent days.) He's not sure he's ever going to be able to recover from that shock. 

"I’m Commander Shepard, I never hide," Fake Shepard says with a voice that does not belong to her. 

Real Shepard, his Shepard, looks up at the her standing the next floor up, and then down at her own armored chest before cracking a ridiculous, toothy grin. "Nah, my rack is way better. No one would ever fall for it." Like she is absolutely unphased by the revelation that she has a clone and that clone is trying to kill her and usurp her life. "Bet I'm a better dancer too."

Literally everybody groans.

She's not even phased by being trapped in a dense, metal vault with quickly evaporating oxygen. She's just mad that her clone quoted her.

"I don't sound like that," she says obstinately.

"Yes, you do, Shepard," Garrus and Wrex say simultaneously.

She crosses her arms, "No, I do not. I'm way cooler. I always say, "Talk to ya later," leave 'em wanting more because I don't. And cause they get a good look at my bangin’ ass as I walk away."

"You've literally never said that. And you do talk to them again."

"Shepard, as fun as this is, how are we going to get out of here? I'm not dying in this tube," Wrex cuts in.

"Oh, right. Glyph!"

She's still arguing about how she ends conversations as they race to save the Normandy from … her.

It's in the way finally, finally he renders her a stuttering, nervous wreck on the dance floor. She swears she'll get revenge. Absolutely worth it to see her blushing in that dress again.

They barely make it back to the apartment. The dress does not survive. 

It's in the way that her mercy has limits. It's too much, the pressure, the anger, the pain is boiling over, he can tell that it's about to come exploding out of her like the blast from a nuclear warhead as they move through Cronos Station.

Unfortunately, reality still exists outside of her apartment, and they have to get back into the fight again.

And then Kai Leng makes the very stupid mistake of trying to catch her with her guard down.

Shepard breaks his stupid, impractical sword, before she grabs him by the collar of his armor. She throws him to the ground and she burns with raging, electric blue fire. She's on top of him in a flash, screaming as she pulverizes him with her fists.

"Is there nothing human left in you? How could you see what happened on Thessia because of you and not know that you're the one who's wrong? I could have stopped all of this so much earlier!" She's shaking the man, who is barely holding onto the tethers of life. She punches him square against the temple, Garrus can hear something crack. "For Thessia."

Then she reaches for the broken remnants of the assassin's blade and drives it hard into his chest. "For Thane, you son of a bitch. Go to hell," she growls and then spits in his face as he dies. It’s shockingly disrespectful.

Garrus has never seen her so angry. She looks wild, her eyes are wide, frantic, her chest heaves, and tears fall as she catches her breath.

Maybe it says something unflattering about him, but he doesn't care, he's proud of her. The man deserved much worse than that.

It's in the way they say goodbye. He hopes it's not goodbye, he has faith in their chances.

He has faith in her.

"We're going to do this together, Vakarian. Like we were always meant to. So you'd better learn to duck," she says with a half smile. Her eyes are wet, and her voice is right on the verge of breaking.

"Sorry, turians don't know how. But I'll improvise. " She grips his hands tight. "Forgive the insubordination, but your boyfriend has an order for you: Come back alive. It'd be an awfully empty galaxy without you." They hold each other, and she presses a kiss to his mouth.  Tears spill over, and he can taste them. 

"If I don't make it out of this, just … you're never alone, alright? I'll be watching you from somewhere up there."

He says, “Never,” because it’s what she needs to hear. But he knows that a galaxy without her in it is not a galaxy he wants to live in.

During the push to get to the transport beam, his worst fears come hurtling into reality. An IFV explodes, practically right on top of him. Ducking probably would not have helped. Shepard’s calling in an evac before he regains his senses. She and Javik are helping to carry him to the Normandy’s waiting cargo bay.

“Go! You have to get out of here!” she shouts over the earth shattering sound of Reaper laser fire.

“And you’ve got to be kidding me!” he shouts back. His heart is pounding, cold fear clenches his gut.

She shakes her head, “Don’t argue, Garrus. I have to do this.”

“We’re in this until the end.” 

They’re supposed to do this together.

Her hand is caressing his face, and it takes everything he has not to just grab her by the arms and pull her onto the ship with him. “No matter what happens here, you know I love you. I always will.”

“Shepard, I … love you too.”

“Go!” she shouts as she sprints away to go do the most reckless, dangerous, suicidal, brave, selfless, heroic thing any person in the known universe has ever done.

And it breaks his heart.

It's in the way she’s victorious. His heart is broken and it hurts worse than the pain from his injury. But at the same time, his heart is full of pride.

She's done it.

For years they've fought this battle. And as that terrifying red beam chases the Normandy through the relay, he knows that she's done it. Maybe it cost her her life (they don't know yet), but she has defeated an enemy so powerful, so huge, that it was supposed to be impossible.

Shepard has done the impossible …

Again.

When the Normandy crash lands, it's not as bad as they all worried. EDI is gone, and that's heartbreaking too. But the crew is able to get the Normandy in the air again with a few days of hard work.

There's destruction everywhere. The mass relays are all damaged or destroyed.

But the Reapers are really gone. For good.

She did it. He always knew she would.

It's in the way he has hope. Garrus is a lot of things, a failed C-Sec detective and vigilante, and he knows now, a hero (her influence, of course). But no one has ever accused him of being an optimist.

But as he stands before the memorial wall on the Normandy, holding the plaque with her name, all he can think is, "No, she's not dead." He knows his girl, and his girl is a survivor.

They're going to make it back to Earth. They're going to be able to rebuild, repair, and flourish.

And he's going to be together with her again.

She makes it easy to hope.

It’s in the way she survives.

#mass effect #fanfic #garrus vakarian #femshep #shakarian #the way #part 3 #weep with me friends #daisy screaming into the void

[berrypass-de-murdler]

1. Murder in Hollywood

It's the show version my good murdlers.

First thing to make clear, is there a design for every character no, but WILL there be a design for every character, planning on it yes, so uh... Dame Obsidian will be here eventually rip. Check the first post for designed characters ofc

BUT FOR THIS EPISODE...

DEDUCTIVE LOGICO - he's a magnifying glass and the logo... obviously lmao. Follows his in-book physical description to a 0, my deepest apologies, when I made this smol man I couldn't imagine him to be 6 feet tall, as such, the heights of the characters will be (sometimes very) off. Such as Logico being 3'4". Anyway, cartoon Logico is British, has an extreme Napoleon complex, and a humorously high-pitched voice for his angy personality. In this version he was originally just an actor who played a detective in the Midnight movies, until he naturally ends up in the face of real murder, day after day after day after

THE AMAZING AUREOLIN - my very first design, I was so stupidly proud of her original sketch that I turned it into... this entire project. I LOVE MY RABBIT DAUGHTER AND NO ONE CAN LAY A HAND ON HER - she made me get invested in the storyline after being framed and shit. ANYWAY, unlike most of the Murdlers who just kind of resemble animals, Auree is... just a rabbit. She is also British because because, and in this storyline, she was suspected of murdering her husband after he left her for making too little income. Now she has to raise her Marshmallow Peep-looking triplets on her own, with a target on her back at all times... I love her sm

MIDNIGHT III - For the least creative design there is probably, and the only non-anthro character, have this man whose design is so boring, he doesn't even get an official artwork, I just scribbled him in two seconds. A tiny blob of smoke even smaller than Logico, he sounds more or less exactly like Red Guy from Don't Hug Me I'm Scared and is... that. He doesn't even have eyes underneath his shades!! In this storyline, Midnight is Logico's boss from the beginning, and convinces him to take up real-life detective work.

Dame Obsidian is planned to unsurprisingly be a golem-type creature

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!!

But anyway, the summary/dialogue:

Logico drinks his coffee somehow, despite not having a mouth, so he kind of just pours it down his coat, like... eh???

LOGICO: MY!!! That is simply the PERFECT temperature.

He watches a screening of one of his detective films and squeals like a little girl. Midnight III, his boss, greets him with news.

MIDNIGHT: You need to stop doing it in the film. You need to do it for real.

Logico doesn’t want to.

LOGICO: I don’t give a shit about a murder!

Midnight has a plan.

MIDNIGHT: Fine. Just come to the high-end Hollywood party we’ve invited you to, with all the best directors, and Dame Obsidian.

LOGICO: KI-KA-KU-FE-JET WHAAAAT? I ADORE Obsidian’s work!! I MUST GO, I MUST GO, I MUST GO!!! [jumps around like an idiot]

MIDNIGHT: Good. See you there.

He goes to the party. Midnight is there and The Amazing Aureolin is doing tricks. Logico meets his idol Obsidian.

OBSIDIAN: YES, YES, VERY EXCITING I’M A BUSY WOMAN.

LOGICO: Oh… my dear heart!

Anyway, one of the directors drops dead in a bathtub - inappropriate!! Logico REALLY doesn’t want to have to do this but his inner workings are tingling and he has to know who does it. 

MIDNIGHT: Look at my pipe, it’s nice isn’t it. LOGICO: No one cares, Midnight, this is a crime scene! OH… YOU’RE ONE OF THE SUSPECTS!!  MIDNIGHT: Hurray.

Logico digs Obsidian out of the seats. Aureolin acts extra sus and fights audibly with her.

AUREOLIN: I trusted you! I trusted you and your fork, you dumb… fork!  OBSIDIAN: THIS WOMAN IS ACCUSING ME OF MURDERRR 

Logi gets a call from a voice blabbing about how ironic it was that Obsidian had a fork… and ate with it. 

LOGICO: Oh, hahaha, eating, with a for- WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU??

In the end, Logico places the blame with his answer. 

OBSIDIAN: OOH, SHOCKER, IT WAS THE LITTLE ONE. AUREOLIN: …Obsidian!... 

Auree fights for her claim.

AUREOLIN: I thought you said you were a detective! You have no proof of what you’re saying! LOGICO: My proof is plenty - the other two suspects did not do it!  AUREOLIN: Who do you think you are?? MIDNIGHT: She’s fighting it, she’s clearly guiltyyy

Guards grab Auree and drag her away.

AUREOLIN: No cell can hold me! You know what you did! I’ll have you a- MIDNIGHT: Shut uuuupppp LOGICO: I suppose… I kind of did give a LITTLE shit about a murder. MIDNIGHT: Good. That’s your new job. LOGICO: MY NEW JOB?!?!?

THE END-

Episodes are formulaic bc book format, so some will be shorter than others when nothing much happens, but hey, time for short king to solve a hundred murders!!

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See ya next time murdlers!!

#murdle

[hiccanna-tidbits]

HICCANNA MONTH WEEK 1, DAY 2 THE GREAT ESCAPE - BOYS LIKE GIRLS

***

Paper bags and plastic hearts All our belongings in shopping carts It's goodbye, but we've got one more night Let's get drunk and ride around And make peace with an empty town We can make it right

Throw it away Forget yesterday We'll make the great escape We won't hear a word they say They don't know us anyway Watch it burn Let it die 'Cause we are finally free tonight

Tonight will change our lives It's so good to be by your side We'll cry We won't give up the fight We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs And they'll think it's just 'cause we're young But we'll feel so alive

Throw it away, forget yesterday We'll make the great escape We won't hear a word they say They don't know us anyway Watch it burn, let it die 'Cause we are finally free tonight

All the wasted time The hours that were left behind The answers that we'll never find They don't mean a thing tonight

Throw it away Forget yesterday We'll make the great escape We won't hear a word they say They don't know us anyway

Throw it away Forget yesterday We'll make the great escape We won't hear a word they say They don't know us anyway

Throw it away Forget yesterday We'll make the great escape We won't hear a word they say They don't know us anyway Watch it burn, let it die 'Cause we are finally free tonight

***

Hiccup has no idea what to expect when a car horn jerks him awake in the middle of the night, but it's certainly not his girlfriend shamelessly idling her mom's van in his driveway.

"Anna? What are you--" He rubs his eyes, trying to put the pieces together with a half-asleep brain. It's not unusual for Anna's insomnia to keep her up at ungodly hours, but usually she just texts him and requests memes. Not...drive over to his house and honk at him from Iduna Runeardsen's sedan.

"Get in, loser!" Speak of the devil. Another blare tears across his front lawn, making him wince. "We're not going shopping, but I have something much better planned."

"Anna, it's..." He dubiously checks his phone. "12:37."

"And?"

"We're both leaving in a few days."

"Yeah, so?" She's completely unperturbed. He hopes she won't get the satisfaction of seeing him inadvertently smile to himself. "It's not like either of us needs to leave tomorrow. And that's why I'm going to take you on the best date of your life."

"At...one in the morning?"

"Unless you'd rather lie in bed the rest of the night, bitterly ruing that fateful moment you decided to forego having fun to stare at your ceiling."

Hiccup sighs. As his body gradually shuffles itself out of slumber, he starts to smell what she's getting at.

"Please don't tell me you're taking me clubbing."

"So we can thrash around with sweaty strangers and get our butts grabbed?" Anna makes a face. "No thanks."

"I mean...what else is open?"

Anna scoffs.

"The Great Anna Runeardsen and Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, adventurer extraordinaires and absolute ne'er-do-wells, are hardly limited by what is or isn't 'open.'"

Ah. So it was going to be that kind of night.

"Well, shit. Should I dress up?"

Unfortunately, his enthusiasm is interrupted with a yawn. Anna snickers.

"I mean. This is the kind of dress code we're talking about here." She cracks open the passenger door, revealing bedraggled jean shorts and a faded t-shirt she's had since 6th grade. Perfect for a hot August night, and a lifetime of not giving a shit about conventional fashion.

One pair of torn jeans and two sweatshirts (he always brings an extra, as Anna's off-the-cuff planning often doesn't account for her getting cold) later, Hiccup's ready to go.

"So what's the plan, captain?" he asks, barely squeezing the question in before Anna's alt rock playlist swallows all other sound.

"Well, first, we're stopping by the gas station to eat our weight in chips and those spinning hot dog things with the disgusting cheese sauce. And then..."

"Then?"

She breaks into a smirk. "I'm taking you on the thrill ride of your life, Haddock."

"That sounds ominous."

Anna doesn't answer, suddenly declaring that the next track on the playlist is "her jam" and breaking into song. Hiccup can't quite tell if the timing is just that serendipitous, or if Anna planned this all out so as not to have to elaborate.

It would take a scheme, considering how eager she usually is to add on to her statements. Something like this was probably the only way she could harness any self-control.

Either way, Hiccup knows he's in for quite the time.

*

"Anna, what thrilling adventure could possibly be waiting in an empty Target parking lot?"

"Oh, ye of so little faith!"

Leaning on the side of the sedan, Hiccup sighs from behind covered eyes. Crashing and clattering drifts from the trunk, as well as Anna's pained grunts.

"Don't hurt yourself there."

"I'm immune to pain!" she growls. A loud clang of a body part hitting metal and a whimper suggests otherwise.

A noisy crash later, Anna makes a triumphant noise. "Okay! Open your eyes!"

Hiccup finds his girlfriend struggling to right a shopping card, grinning proudly.

"So that's what was rattling around back there."

"It is!" She gives the cart an experimental shove, cheering as it rolls a few feet.

Hiccup smirks. "Anna, I think the Target is closed."

"I'm aware."

"Is your grand plan to have a mid-quality household appliance heist until the first light of dawn?"

"No, although I wouldn't be opposed to trying that some other time." She returns his smirk.

"Okay, genius. What's your aspiration here?"

"We're going to take turns sitting in the shopping cart," she says flatly. "And pushing each other really fast."

And he has to laugh. It's such a painfully Anna idea.

The fact that she looks incredibly smug about this whole thing only makes him laugh harder.

"How on earth did you come up with that?!"

"I asked Jack and Punz for date ideas, and they said there's really no beating this."

"Oh my god." Hiccup shakes his head, smiling fondly. "Of course Jack would encourage this tomfoolery."

"Don't knock it 'til you try it." Anna gestures to the cart. "Get in, nerd. You're going first."

"Eh, fuck it." Hiccup trots over, slotting himself in. "I've got nothing to lose but my dignity."

"Oh, you never had any to begin with," Anna says cheekily. "Neither do I. Pretty sure that's why we like each other."

"You may be onto something," he admits.

"Wait, wait! I almost forgot!"

Anna claps her hands, letting go of the cart handle. The shopping device begins to drift away across the pavement.

Before Hiccup can plead for help, Anna's already scurried back to the car.

His makeshift vehicle has nearly collided with a streetlight when Anna returns. Even with a box of something tucked under one arm, she catches him easily.

He takes a closer look, raising an eyebrow. "Canned palomas?"

"Canned palomas," she confirms. Anna dumps the box into what was once intended to be a baby compartment.

"Is that what you were being all shifty and sneaky about at the back of the gas station?"

The implication takes a moment to dawn on Anna. She scoffs, offended.

"I paid for these! That clerk looked like she was running on, like, 4 hours of sleep tops. Last thing she needs to deal with is alcohol thieves."

"So how did you even...?"

"Elsa's ID." Anna snickers. "Perks of looking like you and your older sister are twins. I get a kick out of talking about my 'bleached hair punk phase.'"

"...does Elsa know you have it?"

"No." She narrows her eyes. "And neither do you, if you know what's good for you."

"All right, all right!" He raises his hands in defeat. Anna slips a drink into one.

"So let me get this straight." He watches as she cracks open a paloma and takes a swig. "Our itinerary is to get plastered, take shopping cart joyrides around an abandoned Target parking lot, and then...drive home?"

"Of course not!" Anna looks aghast. "I wouldn't chug these and drive! Don't worry--we can easily walk where we're headed next."

"While...drunk. In the middle of the night."

She shrugs. "I have pepper spray, a swiss army knife, and my on-and-off boxing training. We are so totally fine."

Just as a protest is bubbling in his throat, Hiccup's hit with a strange wave of calm. It's one of those nights that feels strange enough that something as off-beat as this might as well happen.

He opens his own drink and downs half, shuddering as the bitterness slithers across his tongue. "All right, marshal. Mission is a go."

"Aye aye, admiral!" She gives him a crooked salute before scanning out her route, leaning back like a cat about to pounce.

"Fast as fucc, boi!" she shrieks. Hiccup howls with laughter.

And as they fly off across the pavement, cool night wind rushing past them and brains growing fuzzy and inebriated, Hiccup decides that Anna was right to be proud of this.

*

"Ugh." Hiccup wrinkles his nose as they walk past a group of cigarette-laden teens, the odor making his buzzed head throb. "Please tell me wherever you're taking me, there won't be a lot of that."

He feels a little rude as soon as he says it. He isn't trying to be judgy--he just doesn't want to have to deal with gross smells on the best date of his life.

Apparently the smoking teens are not particularly understanding about this. Apparently he's also a bit louder when he's a few canned palomas in.

The group of adolescents turn and sneer, rightfully clocking how ridiculous Hiccup and Anna look. A belching and giggling teenage couple, stumbling along and pushing an empty shopping cart with them.

(Hiccup isn't sure why Anna insisted they bring the cart along, but at this point, he knows better than to question her. Girl clearly knows what she's about.)

Hiccup tries not to make eye contact. Anna is not rolling over and showing her belly that easily.

"Hey!" she yells. "What the hell are you looking at?"

Hiccup bites his lip. "Anna, I don't know if you want to--"

"Don't worry." She gives his arm a reassuring squeeze. "I've got this, babe."

And that's when Anna Runeardsen lets out the longest and most guttural pterodactyl screech Hiccup has ever heard in his life. Entirely unsure what to do, Hiccup opens his mouth to widths that would thoroughly impress his dentist and mimics her bellow as best he can.

And damn, does it feel good. Like a release of some pent-up energy he didn't even know he had.

You really can't go wrong with "when in doubt, follow Anna's lead."

(Well...you very much can in that it wouldn't be out of character for her to lead them to their demise by means of Preventable Freak Accident. One of these days, she's going to try leaping a gap a little too big. But the sentiment remains that it's usually in your best interest to run with her schemes.)

Their newly-appointed rivals, the slightly-cooler chainsmoker ne'er-do-wells, are suitably frightened. They turn away with their eyes wide, breaking into uneasy whispers.

"Insanity card." Anna leans on the cart, doing finger guns at him. "Works every time. People think you're off your rocker? They leave you alone real fast."

Hiccup snickers. "We should yowl at the next person who looks at us funny. I need to see what happens. ...for science."

Anna gives him an approving fist bump. "Sounds like a plan, love!"

A breeze picks up. Hiccup accidentally breathes another puff of whatever noxious chemicals their rivals are guzzling. He does his best to cough it back out.

To no avail.

"This part of town is so sketchy," he complains. "Are we going to get murdered?"

"Don't be so dramatic." Anna rolls her eyes. "The local serial killers have better things to do than hang out where we're going. You will need these, though."

She reaches into a jacket pocket, retrieving something and pressing it into his hands. He looks down, blinking in surprise to see one of his own pairs of leather working gloves and some safety goggles outlined in the light of a nearby gas station.

"Wh--how did you--"

"Oh, these?" Anna snorts. "Nicked them from your room months ago. You have like 15 pairs of each. Didn't even notice they were gone. You really gotta keep better track of your stuff."

"Uh...w-well..."

He struggles to respond, simultaneously impressed by his girlfriend's sneakiness and baffled as to what midnight activity in the most run-down corner of the city could possibly require these items.

And that's about when he sees approaching silhouettes of smokestacks and powerlines, backlit by moonlight and light pollution alike. A bright, artificial glow cuts through the gloom, guiding their way to the vast building.

"The electric plant," Hiccup muses. "You're not suggesting we..."

Anna's expression is devilish. "Wait and see."

As they get closer, she laces their hands together and begins to forcefully yank him along. "Okay, close your eyes."

He complies, but not without an exaggerated grunt of doubt. "Anna, are you going to feed me to a computer assembly machine so I can become a cyborg or something?"

"Psh, like I'd give the cyberenhancement companies a free test subject! You can get paid hundreds of dollars for those kind of clinical trials, yannow."

"True, true."

It feels like he's been dragged for hours (with multiple suspicious crunches beneath his sneakers) when Anna finally stops. "Okay! You can look now."

Stretching before them are rolling hills upon rolling hills of every type of scrap metal and electrical component imaginable, from circuit boards to microwave parts to dingy desktops from the '90s. Batteries and wires and hard drives probably ripe with fascinating half-forgotten, half-deleted data.

"You...you brought me to a scrapyard?" Hiccup is so in love he could cry. His fingers are itching already, wondering what wild new contraptions he could throw together.

"I did!" Anna beams. "I looked into it, and no one's working at the plant this time of night. All the lights and stuff are just for show." She blushes, looking away. "It's, uh...it's my going-away gift to you."

"So this is what the cart's for?"

"Duh! We don't have enough arms to just carry everything you'll need to make something fucking awesome. Y'know. Just like you always do."

He looks around, frozen in awe for a long moment. When reality finally kicks in, he starts spluttering.

"But--the guy who runs this place--aren't there security cameras?! And there's so much rust--what about tetanus? Is there, like...anything radioactive here?"

Anna is unfazed. "First of all, we've had our shots. Second of all, the nuclear plant is in the other industrial district. Third of all..." She pulls out a long metal rod. "That's why I brought the signal jammer you and Jack made freshman year."

"You stole that too?!"

"Well, yeah. We've already established you don't keep tabs on your doohickeys."

"Does it even still work?"

"I mean...I hope so. I sacrificed one of my dad's old work computers to find out." She scratches her head, smiling meekly. "I had no idea he still used that thing."

Hiccup flexes the fingers on his gloves, breaking into a slow smile.

Fuck it. This is their night. If he comes out with a few grease smears or mild electrical burns, so be it.

*

"I don't know, I just...this doesn't feel like that satisfying of an ending."

They're sprawled on a blanket next to what they've called Old Flatscreen TV Mountain, several drinks and a few failed gizmos later. Hiccup turns to look at Anna.

She's frowning up at the few stars visible beyond harsh industrial light, eyes as distant as the sky.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Like if our lives were a movie..." Anna gestures abstractly. "There's all these narrative loose ends no one bothered to tie up. Like--like all the time I wasted trying to get Elsa to be close with me again, just for her to run off to college 3 states away and still barely talk to me during breaks. Never actually figuring out what the hell I even did to push her away. And you..." She turns, biting her lip. "You busted your ass trying to get that sports scholarship so you could impress your dad, and it never like...amounted to anything. And you still have no idea if he's gonna cut off your tuition payments when you tell him you want to ditch getting an MBA to study lizards. There's all these unknowns and all these dead ends we went down and all this crap we haven't resolved at all. And I always thought...I don't know. I thought there'd be more finality to it when we walked across that stage and got those diplomas."

Hiccup laughs dryly. "Ah, but that's just the base expectation now, eh? Not something we're allowed to actually take any pride in."

"Sure, but like." Anna sighs. "It's kind of stupid, but...I always hoped graduating high school would feel like those coming-of-age movies. Suddenly everything makes sense and my character arc is all wrapped up and I know where I need to go next. But it's like...the older I get, the less I have any idea what's going on. It feels like someone was trying to paint a wall, and just, uh...splattered a bucket of paint on it once and called it a day."

"I don't know." Despite himself, Hiccup smiles. "Paint splatters are a lot more exciting than boring, solid-colored walls."

"Maybe." She scrunches up her face, thinking. "But it's like I get to the end of the rope and I've been so excited to get there but when I do it's all frayed and flimsy. I try to hold onto it and I barely can."

Anna turns back to the sky. "Ugh, I'm sorry. My metaphors aren't making any sense."

"No, no." He reaches over, brushing an unruly hair from his girlfriend's face. "They make perfect sense. I feel the same way."

She whips back toward him, pretty eyes shining hopefully. "Really?"

"Oh, yeah." He chuckles. "I'm always worrying about how to tell my dad I don't want to be some...high-end douchebag corporate guy, money or no. And I hate how I still care so much what he thinks about me, and I worry I'll end up regretting all the sheer time I put into impressing the man. That I'll wake up someday and realize I can never be exactly what he wants, and my whole life's just like that stupid soccer scholarship--all for naught."

It stings, watching the growing pain on Anna's face as he speaks. He knows she worries about him even more than he does.

Any demons he's battling, she's battling tenfold. On top of her own.

He wishes she'd take a load off sometimes. Not exhaust herself beyond reasonability, taking on his struggles as her own. She's far too kind and vibrant a person to be weighed down by other people's crap. Fully believing her loved ones' happiness is her sole responsibility somehow.

And it can be hard, loving someone so fiercely only to watch them love themself so little that they always always put themself last.

Well, to hell with it. He won't let her tonight.

"And I don't want to think about how much I'll miss you," he adds, emphasizing the statement carefully. "I mean...I think we did the right thing. It probably would be dumb to pick a college based on your significant other. And we wanted different environments. Had different places offer scholarship money. It's just how things play out sometimes." He lets out a breath. "But that doesn't mean I don't get jealous. Thinking about all the cool people you're going to meet and worrying you'll like them better. Worrying what I have to offer isn't as impressive anymore."

"Of course it is!" Anna scowls, offended. "It always will be."

The confidence in her voice almost puts him at ease. Almost.

"You say that now. But all my relatives and neighbors and whatnot...they're always going on about how much people change. How I won't be the same person 3 years from now, and being with my high school girlfriend won't make any sense anymore. Like two diverging lines that just get farther and farther apart as they have more experiences away from each other."

Anna's scowl deepens. "And why the hell should they get to tell us what's going to happen? We decide that. No one else. Especially not a bunch of old people who're probably just bitter about The One That Got Away and don't want 'kids these days' to be happy."

She scoots over, pressing into his side and resting her head on his chest. He drinks in her warmth, trying to simply revel in the moment without worrying about the future.

It's still so strange sometimes, being tall enough for her to burrow into him. He remembers when Anna was a giant, casually resting her chin on his hair and wrapping her arms around his toothpick waist.

"I won't leave you behind." He kisses the top of her head, relaxing as she melts further into him. "Anna, I fucking refuse. You're too important to me for me to just hit the road as soon as we both...I don't know. Get more life experiences or whatever. No reason we won't still like each other once we've seen more of the world. Like why would our preferences for whose company we enjoy randomly do a 180? Seems pretty illogical."

She's silent for a beat, nestling closer and staring at the sky. Clinging to him like an anxious lemur on a tree branch.

"I met my roommate at orientation," she says finally. "She seems nice. But, well...she was teasing me about some guy I was chatting with and of course you came up. You had to sooner or later." Anna chuckles. "I love to brag about you."

"Wow, already?" He playfully pokes her temple. "Gotta leave something to the imagination. Make everyone desperate to hear about your mysterious, faraway tech genius boyfriend."

Although she laughs, it sounds a bit forced.

"I wanted to. But my roomie started bombarding me with questions. Asking whether you were a north campus major or a south campus major. What dorm building you were in. Finally I had to admit we weren't, uh...we weren't going to the same school. She kind of, um...started laughing a little and making these passive aggressive comments like 'oh yeah, long distance always works out SO great' and stuff like that."

Hiccup stiffens.

So that's what this night was all about. It suddenly makes perfect sense--the timing, the spontaneity, the date of carefree fun nearly perfectly catered to his taste. The late night environment that felt eternal--a liminal paradise that dawn could never disturb.

A desperate plea to remind him why he loved her.

As if that was ever going to be something he needed.

"That's pretty rude," he settles for. Because it's true--Anna shouldn't ruminate over a stray insensitive comment from someone trying to nettle her. This girl isn't worth it.

"That's what I said, too. But then...well, she gets kind of quiet and apologetic, and she admits she's been feeling shitty because she had a high school boyfriend, too. And he called it quits not too long ago because he didn't like her enough to keep dating her across hundreds of miles. Although he was also rushing a frat, I think, so it probably had something to do with him wanting to...you know." Anna makes some truly obscene gestures with her hands, and Hiccup can't help but snicker.

"Anyways. She said that putting stock in high school relationships ends in heartbreak usually. Or at least it did for her and a lot of her friends. So it just got me worrying."

"So." Hiccup studies a gibbous moon as he puts the pieces of the puzzle together. "You go out of your way to plan and take me on the most epic date of my life to...convince me not to dump you?"

"Uh...yeah." Anna's cheeks flush. "I guess I did."

"Well, mission accomplished." Hiccup smirks again. "I am, in fact, not going to dump you."

"Big fan of that."

"And furthermore, I'm pretty sure I'm never going to dump you. Not when you're funny and hot and smart and charming enough that that sounds like a fucking stupid idea."

She giggles--and god, he could listen to that for the rest of his life.

After another moment of thinking, Hiccup clears his throat importantly.

"So here's the deal." He rubs her waist--a small thing, but something he's learned makes her feel a little more secure. "We could lie here until morning, fretting endlessly about our judgmental acquaintances and relatives and agonizing over whether they're right that we're doomed. Or we could put all that aside for now, say 'fuck 'em,' and continue to have the best godsdamn night of our lives. Because tonight?" He grins. "Tonight belongs to us, and I'll be damned if I let anyone else take it away."

Anna climbs on top of him, pinning him down.

"I like the second option," she says, grinning back.

"Thought you might." He leans up, giving her a lingering kiss. "Now! Where do you think we have the best shot at finding 12-by-9 circuit boards and AA batteries?"

***

...whoops, I got carried away writing this and it turned out much longer than I was planning ^^;

Took another crack at writing Established Relationship Hiccanna...and I actually really fuck with it??? Like their insecurities and issues and whatnot aren't magically solved, and Anna especially still has doubts about Hiccup changing his mind (F2 basically proved she thinks like this lol), but it's kinda nice to write them navigating their way through life after they've gotten past the whole inevitable "cannot fucking admit they like each other no matter how obvious it is to everyone else" phase. Which they'd readily stay in for years ^^; But in established relationship fics, these kids have one (1) less life problem to deal with, so...good for them!!!

I've been trying Hiccup's POV out more lately just for shits and giggles, and it's honestly not as hard as I thought. I usually favor Anna's POV (because She Is Just Like Me FR FR), but Hiccup would definitely be equally smitten. And Anna deserves someone with an actual discernible personality (sorry Kristoff lmfao) to look at her with stars in their eyes, after all she's been through ;______; And Hiccup is so fun because he's the perfect balance of Smitten Idiot and Voice of Reason (although we know he ain't always as reasonable as he thinks he is lol). Like he's one of the only people (the other maybe being Elsa) who can tell Anna "hey, this idea seems unwise" and she'll actually listen. Anyone else is like "hey, don't do The Thing" and Anna's like "actually no fuck you I do what I want." Speaking as someone who's also pretty stubborn and occasionally prone to Dumb Shit, literally the only way to talk me down is to treat me with respect and not act like you know better. If you come across as even a little condescending, I will double down on my bullshit and that is a promise XD

Yes, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III and Princess Anna of Arendelle would go on dates to electronics junkyards and spontaneously screech at judgmental strangers and I would swear to this in a court of law.

Can confirm that the transition period between high school and college is turbulent af, and there's definitely a lot of general anxiety that you won't maintain friendships and relationships because (probably well-meaning) middle-aged people try to reassure you by being like "oh, high school friendships don't matter, you'll meet all your lifelong friends in college!" or something similar. The irony is that I realized I'm posting this on my old high school boyfriend's birthday...who did, in fact, dump me a few weeks before college because he didn't want to do long-distance XD Anna's unnamed roommate, I feel you girl, even if I would be less of a little shit. I actually went on my ex's socials to see what he's been up to. Apparently he's a bartender now??? Good for him honestly! Never would have expected that from him but he seems happy ❤️❤️❤️

And finally, shout-out to the "unruly teenagers having low-budget city adventures at 3 am" genre. Gotta be one of my favorite aesthetics 🌃

As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request!

#hiccanna #hiccannamonth #hiccannamonth23 #hiccannamonth2023 #moodboard #aesthetic #hiccup x anna #anna x hiccup #hiccup #anna #hiccup haddock #princess anna #hiccupxanna #annaxhiccup #rotbtd #rotbtfd #modern au #high school au #httyd #frozen #crossover

[luc-ent]

In the nightgarden;

III ; Kuki is your only friend

"(Name), I brought you some towels," Combined with the fact that Kuki spoke softly and the shower was still on, you barely heard her. "I'm placing them on the toilet."

Turning down the power on the showerhead you muttered a quick 'thanks' and finished washing yourself.

Neither Kuki, Itto nor you shared the same products so guessing what products would suit you (both in terms of skin sensitivity, hair texture and smell) was a bit hard.

Eventually, you settled for the lavender body wash (that you were pretty sure belonged to Itto) and the shampoo that said extra silky (that was usually.. good, right? It's what all the people in the shampoo commercials say). You stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off with the two towels that Kuki had left.

Kuki had also been kind enough to leave one of Itto's oversized shirts for you to wear.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you were met with chaos.

Kokomi was sitting slumped on the couch, drink in hand, and looking miserable. Kuki and Gorou were standing off to the side looking like they were about to get into a fist fight with each other, and Itto was, not-so-quietly, egging them on.

Next to Kokomi were the blankets you had requested. A green blanket you had stolen from your brother and a purple blanket from your mom. On the table was your phone charging. That greatly confused you as last you could remember your phone was in the handbag you had stolen from Kokomi.

"How'd you get my phone?" This effectively caught the attention of everyone in the room. Gorou and Kuki stopped their fighting and instead turned to you.

Gorou was the first one to speak, "Yikes."

Placing one hand on your hip and the other on your chest, You let out a dramatic gasp, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" You asked, faking offence.

"You look like shit," Gorou earnestly said, surveying you up and down, "Want a drink?"

"Several." You sat next to Kokomi who immediately sat up straight and let you curl into her. "The date went to shit."

Gorou sat down next to you and frowned.

Itto, who had at some point taken out the nail polish and started painting his nails, looked you right in the eye and spoke, "Duh, we aren't stupid (Name)." He said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Kuki came in from the kitchen, a tray of drinks in her hand and placed it on the coffee table. She sat down next to Itto on the floor in front of Kokomi, Gorou and you, and let everyone take their drinks before taking her own. "What happened?"

You started telling them about the date, "Well, the date starts off fine and I'm thinking 'This might not go as badly as I first thought' and so we go to Rio's-"

"Ooo, was that one super pretty waitress working?" Itto inquired which gave him an immediate slap on the back of his head from Kuki.

"Nilou? She wasn't, unfortunately. But we get to the restaurant and he orders a room temperature 7UP with a fucking Brussels sprout salad. And then I just ordered a Pepsi and that stake the brunette girl from Mondstadt really loves. " You place the now empty drink glass on the tray. "And that's when the weird shit began."

"Dude..." You sighed, "I can't even really place what was so fucking weird about him. It was just... The way he stared like he was seeing right through, the way he talked like he knew everything. It was so...-!"

"Infuriating..?" Gorou asked. He had started applying one of the face masks he had brought.

You shook your head, "No, not even. I felt so... scared. The way he dressed even. It was so fucking weird."

Kokomi placed down her glass on the tray as well, "I do not think-"

"FUCK!" You shouted, scaring everyone around, "I promised to pay for my part of the meal, I have to Paypal him or something."

You unplugged your phone from the charger and were met with seven missed calls, and 49 missed messages. You frowned.

"As I was saying," Kokomi began, "We don't think Mr. Weirdo is going to leave you alone after this. He started by asking how your dad's doing but it has devolved into..."

"Pathetic begging for a second date," Kuki finished Kokomi's sentence.

You felt a sense of hopelessness overtake you. In high school, you were known for your inability to say 'No', which often meant you ended up doing people's homework and helping them cheat on tests.

Turning people down usually meant hurting people's feelings. The way you felt after turning someone down (even if it was a salesperson trying to recruit you for an MLM) was a feeling you hated being left with. It sat uncomfortably in your gut and you hated, hated, hated it.

"You do also have that biology project with him..." Gorou trailed off.

Honestly, you had completely forgotten about that. You were already behind the other groups, in fact, the two of you had barely chosen a subject. That meant you would probably have to be alone with him.

"Whenever you have to work alone with him, you could always take one of us with you." Gorou suggested.

Kokomi frowned, "That still won't stop him from trying to get a second date."

Gorou sighed. A silence settled itself between the five of you. You pitying yourself and the rest trying to come up with an idea. The only noise that you could hear was the sound of Itto putting away the nail polish he had used to paint his nails.

Suddenly, Itto stood up and shouted, "I KNOW!"

Both you and Gorou flinched and you could feel Kokomi's grip on you tighten ever so slightly. Kuki looked as unbothered as ever, "You know what Itto?" She said, looking vaguely interested.

"If you get into a relationship, he will probably leave you alone," Itto said, completely seriously. Before you could question what he was talking about, he continued, "Obviously not a real one, unless you want to, just enough for him to get the hint."

Gorou scoffed, "And who would they get into a fake relationship with? You? Me?"

Kokomi asked a question as well, but you were too distracted by Kuki who was severally distracted by her phone. "Kuki?" You questioned her. "Everything okay?"

This effectively caught the attention of everyone else. "Uh, yeah everything is okay."

Kuki looked down at her phone again, "Actually... I know someone who'd be up for a fake relationship."

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Fun fact ; Itto may not be very smart but he does cares about his friends <3

Summary ; After a disastrous first date with your biology project partner, who was awfully persistent in getting a second date, Itto came up with the genius idea that you should get into a fake relationship to ward him off. Luckily for you, your math classmate Shikanoin Heizou volunteered. He also happened to be the only volunteer as your biology partner scared everyone else and he was the only one brave enough.

Unlucky you.

Author's note ; all of the love I've gotten for this story is so nice😭 I cannot thank any of you enough❤️

Taglist ; @belovedxiao @bobaducky @aixaingela

#heizou x reader #genshin shikanoin heizou #genshin heizou #genshin smau #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #heizou shikanoin x reader #heizou smau #shikanoin heizou #heizou x gender neutral reader

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi. It’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. I’m so glad everyone has enjoyed the series so far. I’ve been really nervous about it (as I’m sure you could tell by some of my comments). So reading everyone’s lovely comments has meant the world. On a personal note, writing these fics has been such a joyful outlet for me (this has been a very stressful period of my life, not to get too personal, ha ha) and so I’m so glad that something that has meant a lot to me has brought some of that same joy to some of you. I feel like I am repeating myself too, but thank you EMT for all your support and everything you do for this little community you’ve created. ❤️

Couple of quick things. First, in response to the Anon who asked about Laurence’s separation, I have no clue what caused it. That’s why I gave the disclaimer that I wasn’t implying he was the bad guy (sometimes no matter how hard both people try it just doesn’t work out), but rather, I feel like Brigitte and Emmanuel would immediately side with their kids against anyone, no matter what. Hence him threatening to send the armed forces after him. Ha ha.

Second, since there seems to be some popular demand for more (especially from you EMT), I have come up with one final installment with all three of them and Emmanuel. (That will have to wait a bit though, since I have something inspired by the upcoming State Visit I’ll be submitting first). I will include the kids more in pieces as I go (like I said, I have a Christmas story coming up, and it features them) but I probably won’t write anymore focused on them one-on-one like this. Although never say never. If someone has a specific story idea they’d want to see, I’d be happy to try and write it.

So this is Tiphaine. Tiphaine’s is based on a quote attributed to Brigitte about the fact that she and Emmanuel were both in the delivery room when her daughters had their babies. (Again. Don’t know if it’s true, but it’s what inspired this). Hope everyone enjoys this next one.

III. Tiphaine

While his wife and his son-in-law stepped out after the nurse to follow the sweet, innocent newborn as she underwent her first tests, he stayed behind with the exhausted new mother, slowly walking over to gently press a kiss to her forehead.

“You did great. I’m so proud of you,” he told her, his eyes still shining from the tears he isn’t afraid to admit he shed only a few minutes ago when he first set eyes on his beautiful new granddaughter for the first time.

“Thank you, but shouldn’t you be with everyone else? Don’t you want to see them get her footprint, or whatever it is they do?”

“Someone needs to stay with you.”

“I’d be fine,” she protested slightly, the strength of her argument under cut by her yawn.

Raising his eyebrow a little at that he replied, “Sure you would. You’re very good at taking care of yourself. But it doesn’t mean that there aren’t those of us who want to take care of you too.”

“How do you say no to that?” She asked, smiling up at him, fighting the need for sleep until she could see her daughter again.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I was just hit by a train. But happy. Blissfully happy, I don’t think I have the words to describe it.”

“You want to try?”

“I don’t know. It’s like suddenly there’s this whole extra chamber of my heart that I never knew existed. I never knew I could love someone so much -“

“Being a parent is the most amazing thing,” he replied, a little wistfulness in his voice.

“Do you ever regret it?” She asked, finally putting into words a question that had often lingered at the back of her mind.

“Regret what?”

“Not having children.”

“I do have children,” he answered seriously.

“I meant biological children,” the eye roll almost audible.

“No.” He answered firmly, quickly.

“Really?”

“Do I sometimes think about what it would be to have had a little girl running around that was a perfect mix between your mother and me or a little boy with her smile and my nose? Sure. But as I’ve always said, there’s more than one kind of family. And just because ours isn’t traditional doesn’t mean there is any less love in it. In fact, I would be willing to bet there’s more love in this family than there is in a lot of traditional families. In fact, I can name a few off the top of my head who certainly meet that criteria.

“I have children. Children by love, not by blood, sure, but I know that love is what makes a family. The way that you’re feeling right now? That feeling you’re describing of your heart physically growing two sizes? That’s exactly what I felt the first time you hugged me. In every single way that matters you are my daughter, just like your sister, and just like your brother is my son.”

“You’re going to make me cry.”

“That would be the hormones.”

She let out a soft, wet chuckle at that. “They don’t help, but no, it’s you.” She reached out to grab his hand in hers, squeezing lightly, aware it might be hurting from her iron grip less than an hour earlier, “for what it’s worth, you are my second father.”

“It’s worth an awful lot.”

Neither of them noticed through the little moment they were sharing that their missing partners had now returned, carrying a happy, sleeping bundle with them.

“Someone’s back to see her maman,” Brigitte said softly to pop the bubble, drawing the attention towards them, and gently depositing the little one safely into Tiphaine’s arms. Letting her daughter have a moment with her newborn and her partner, she walked over to Emmanuel, whispering, “are you ok? Things looked pretty intense when we walked in.”

“I’m more than ok, chérie,” he consoled her, pressing a kiss to her cheek and slipping his hand into hers.

“Our baby girl is all grown up,” Brigitte sighed.

“You raised a remarkable woman.”

“We raised,” she corrected softly, squeezing the hand she was holding in emphasis.

He just smiled.

Hellooooo fanfic anon #2! ❤️

You really have nothing to worry about. This series with the kids were simply amazing and I cannot thank you enough ❤️

I feel you. Not the easiest of times for me either but while reading and talking to you guys, it distracts my mind and warms my heart ❤️

Oh thank you! Thank you, for giving us one last piece with Emmanuel and the kids! I will wait the time that it takes and I have no doubts that it will be worth it! 😍

Just how sweet of Emmanuel to stay behind with Tiphaine and waiting to take care of her 🥺🥰

The all conversation about Emmanuel not having his own biological kids, fitted so well in here. It gave me a mixed of feelings (because in reality it makes me feel like that too) but absolutely loved the words you wrote about it. Yes. I think that’s exactly how he feels. He loves them as his own family and they love him back as part of their own family too 🤧🥰😍

Thank you so much! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #fanfic anon 2

[writer-and-artist27]

Tumblr Story: No One to Save

Note: Written to process the numb weight in my heart and dedicated to @partialdignity and @withanina. Because it’s something at least. Takes place in the finale of the SE.RA.PH event, based on my feelings when playing through some sections of the newly released Summer 5. 

Not the best place to be, but it’s still something to write for.

For a song, I was listening to Ocean of Memories from UBW while writing. Feel free to take a gander yourself, if you so wish.

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“You don’t have to continue on this path, young Master of Chaldea.” The former nun — now a Beast of Humanity — was staring at her like some kind of precious meat on a table. A rare meal that couldn’t be found anywhere else, even when behind the familiar green cloak that served as protection throughout this entire Digital Sea. If not for the look in her yellow eyes, that kind of look that pierced the deepest pits of the soul to expose the flaws for what they were inside, she could’ve taken it as pity in any other circumstance. “You’ve been fighting for so long, haven’t you? Don’t you want to stop?” 

Don’t you want to let it all go?

She kept her lips closed as the May King in front of her tensed. 

“You’ve been tired for so long, working for spirits that could never love you back due to their transience. Why bother?” The former nun was smiling through all the poison her tongue was weaving, a mocking halo forming around the horns coming out of her head. “You could come into me. You could end it all here. Get away from that fake hero of yours, and you can rest.”

Tempting. It was tempting, but— 

“…What do you know about me when the Buddha you pretend to serve isn’t the Buddha who helped keep the dark away from me?”

For the first time since the confrontation started, the former therapist of Seraphix paused. Her jaw slackened just as the May King’s shoulders dropped some. 

Master? His voice called out quietly. 

She shook her head. “As much as it hurts, I can’t stop. I can’t go back. That would be spitting on the graves of those whose blood I’ve already spilled, intentionally or not.”

Beast III was frowning now. “You would sacrifice yourself for them?”

For Robin? For my family, who still believes in me? 

Yes. 

“You see the foes in front of you now as spirits who don’t deserve anything. I can see them as people I can help by assisting them in beating you.” 

“…Why? You’ve seen what’s happened to humans in SE.RA.PH. Why do you reject me when I want to give you salvation?”

“You’re only saving yourself more time. Not me. You’re just wasting mine. Besides.” She slowly extended the metal bo staff that Da Vinci had given her, twirling it between her fingers for extra emphasis before pointing it at the former human. “I already stopped believing I could be saved a long time ago.” Despite the sudden pang of hurt that echoed in the back of her mind, a pang that clearly didn’t come from her, she pushed it aside for later. “But I can still save the people I care about. The people that saw worth in a little, lost, Vietnamese girl even when the world didn’t bother to teach her right from wrong. And that means helping Big Robin and Melt-san put you out of your misery.”

The Beast tipped her head back and laughed. “Me? In misery? You jest.”

“Coming from the old lady who doesn’t understand what it’s like to have platonic love and asexuality coexist in the same room, that’s a fucking joke.” 

“…Again with the age?”

“Can’t call you a ‘man-child’ when you’re not the right gender for that term, bitch.”

“…”

She twirled her staff again. “I’m Vy Duong, granddaughter to Phuc Van Duong and Lan Thi Nguyen, daughter of Hiep and Nga Duong. To you, Beast of Pleasure who spits on my family legacy of Buddhism while trying to dethrone my May King’s honor, allow me the opportunity to end your pitiful life.” 

Only one person saved me before, and he’s standing with me now. You don’t deserve any more. 

#writing #short story #passing days #kiara sessyoin #character study #mastersona vy #robin hood #fate grand order #long post #in other words vy is tired #cursing #unedited

[peaterookie]

Lupin III Chapter 41 Review

It's like 2 am.. friday on a school day hits hard tbh but dw I'm still alive! Lupin review is back again and not any better than last time :D

before i start, one thing i like to point out about the english title is that they somehow kept the japanese title but altered the "ku" in a different place??? why didn't they just remove it

anyways adult lupin is back along with goemon!! its nice to see them again (they are yassified in this panel fr)

goemon still doesn't like lupin as usual and lupin is back to steal from his master, as usual!

this time he wants the jito sword art, which is as best as i can describe it some kind of scroll about some sword technique he hires a bunch of assassins i believe but goemon kills all of them and hes like you cant get the scroll, asshole.

then lupin goes to goemon's master and asks for it hes quite a stubborn asshole about it so the master rejects him and he departs looking for other devious ways to get it

i love the constant gag of stuff getting thrown at him

then goemon and the master talk to each other they just shit talk lupin and how the jito scrolls can't be stolen and it has to be earned with merits

then this woman comes out of NOWHERE and she was listening in their conversation the whole time! she's like the most confusing part of this chapter for me she's either like a journalist that shoves her nose into everyone's business or working for lupin somehow

the tokyopop translation says: (after, i checked to make sure it matches the og translation and yeah they did a decent job with it)

Panel 1: "No? That's cool. I make up half of what I write anyway." (talking about how the scroll has to be earned with merits and whether it's true) Panel 2: "What a scoop! Lupin III is after the Jito Scrolls." Panel 3: "Front page for sure!"

needless to say she talks to lupin about it and he shows off the scrolls he's stolen... and some other stuff.

she's me while reading the shitty part of the manga

im glad monkey punch put in a character we can all relate to anyways lupin becomes a pervert towards her so she just smacks him on the head and leaves W move!

then we have a shot comparing the master's skills and lupin's in the master's side we have goemon and him skillfully defeating some assassins that they assumed was hired by lupin the journalist girl observes them and goes wow cool !

then we pan to lupan who tries to break these stone pillars with his legs

then ok this part is so funny the journalist girl was like wait he didnt break a single one lupin just walks away to his house all cool and then its revealed that all his limbs are broken

WHAT DID HE THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN??? im losing it rn

after that the master and lupin decides to duel he puts down the scrolls and if lupin can beat him then he can take it lupin is up on this cliff thingy while hes below the waterfall

and yeah goemon is there too he doesn't do anything he gets immediately sidelined as the master tells him to leave since its 1v1 fight

lupin asks the master to give him 10 seconds to prepare himself until they make their first move and then when 10 seconds passed lupin reveals that he was in the water the entire time, limbs intact, and kills the master classic lupin plot twist i dont even have the energy to question it tbh

im assuming after that he takes the scroll and as foreshadowed from the panel where he showed off the bras to the journalist... he tries to have smex with the journalist but he fails aaand gets a bucket smacked on his dick

as deserved!! also that left top panel looks TERRIFYING JESUS CHRIST sorry lupin but you cant get your extra trophy but at least you got the jito scrolls the end.

this chapter's ending confused me a lot at first but after the review it seems like i got it i think

even as a manga fan reading the first manga series is rough but doing these helps me appreciate it more :) my review is shitty and just done for fun after all but hopefully from this people can be more encouraged to read it

#lupin the third #lupin iii #local lupin manga fan screams about the manga as per usual #goemon ishikawa xiii

[nikolanaminhc]

É possível que você nunca tenha ouvido falar de NIKOLA MARIE FEATHERINGTON DE BOURBON SHELLEY antes! Mas, desde que chegou para a seleção, a SELECIONADA, vinda de MELBOURNE, já tornou seu nome conhecido nos corredores. Ouvi dizer que apesar de seus VINTE E CINCO anos, ela pode ser bastante ORGULHOSA quando está de mau humor, mas sua LEALDADE compensa. Além disso, ela se parece muito com uma celebridade do Antigo Mundo. Como se chama mesmo? Ah, sim! SYDNEY SWEENEY.

⊰ ˙ ˖ ¸    𝘈 𝒗𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒖𝒓   𝘥𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘻𝘢

NOME: Nikola Marie Featherington de Bourbon Shelley

APELIDOS: Nikkie, Mary.

IDADE: 25 anos.

CARGO: Selecionada de Melbourne.

ORIGEM: Bourbon, França.

MBTI: --.

ZODÍACO: Escorpião.

ALINHAMENTO: True neutral.

QUALIDADES: Altruísta, organizada, simpática, adaptável, leal e articulada.

DEFEITOS: Orgulhosa, intrometida, petulante, traiçoeira.

Fidelidade é o termo com origem no latim fidelis, que significa uma atitude de quem é fiel, de quem tem compromisso com aquilo que assume. É uma característica daquele que é leal, que é confiável, honesto e verdadeiro. Ser fiel é algo que muitos podem achar difícil ou até mesmo bobo, mas a verdade é que nem todos conseguem nascer com uma veia para a lealdade e a adoração para com terceiros, mas algumas vezes, raras vezes, algumas pessoas nascem destinadas a serem fiéis até o fim. A uma causa, a uma pessoa, a um país. Geralt Featherington era uma dessas pessoas, sempre fiel à seu país, mas sobretudo, ao seu líder, e fora essa a adoração que o fizera conquistar o título de Duque de Bourbon, e conselheiro real. Geralt se casou e fora agraciado com três filhas, lindas garotinhas que eram devidamente educadas e mimadas pelo homem, mas sobretudo, recebiam os valiosos ensinamentos de fidelidade para com a coroa. Isso até serem atingidas pela tragédia: a peste. Primeiro, a doença as deixou órfãs de mãe, levando Lorena cedo demais; e não demorou mais do que dois meses para que seu pai também partisse, deixando-as completamente desamparadas. Como o casal não havia tido nenhum filho homem, o título, assim como as terras e a casa onde viviam, seriam passadas para o parente mais próximo. E elas, ficariam sem nada. Como filha mais velha, e considerando-se responsável pelas irmãs mais novas, Nikola requisitou uma audiência com a coroa para que pudesse negociar uma alternativa. Diferente de seu pai, contudo, o rei e a rainha não pareciam muito fiéis à amizades, apenas dizendo que nada poderiam fazer. Não confie na luz. Não dê a mão aos deuses. Não se deixe levar pelas falsas promessas... Não seja estúpida! Ninguém disse tais coisas para Nikola e ela confiou, apertou a mão de sua rainha em um acordo sem garantias, ao aceitar atuar como espiã em nação vizinha. Seu pai lhe falava desde sempre sobre a lealdade que tinham com o sangue real, e sobre como deviam tudo o que tinham à eles. Então como poderia negar um pedido de sua alteza, ainda mais quando resguardaria suas irmãs? Tendo a certeza de que suas irmãs estavam seguras, as três servindo à Casa Real, a mais velha dos Featherington aceitou seu destino. Sob a alcunha de Nikola Shelley, fora enviada para a Austrália há cerca de cinco anos, onde uma família que devia favores à França a recebeu, sendo alocada, desta forma, na casta número três. Embora o pai houvesse lhe ensinado à ser devota da família real, tinha suas próprias ideia e, principalmente, motivos para não nutrir devoção cega. Se eles descumprissem o acordo, ela voltaria. Mesmo sabendo que isso poderia implicar em ser acusada de traição. Quanto mais ativa era na alta sociedade australiana, mais Nikola tinha a certeza de que era privilegiada. Afinal, bastava passear por ruas mais afastadas do palácio para enxergar a diferença social discrepante. Mas isso a aproximava de seus objetivos. Tendo sido moldada desde pequena para ser a personificação da perfeição, Nikkie é tudo o que uma dama da corte precisa ser. Por isso, não foi um choque quando, após inscrever-se na seleção, a loira foi aceita.

#⊰ ˙ ˖ ¸ 〘 III. extras. 〙 she’s the kind of girl you fight to the death for.

[lemonlover1110]

𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐃𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

Infatuation

Neighbor

Empty Threats

His Boss

She's Everything. He's Just Ken.

Baby Fever

Photobooth

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬

First Time

Threesome with Toji Fushiguro

Hate Sex

Nanami Lactation

Sub Nanami

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami

Somnophilia w/ Nanami

Cheating Dr. Nanami

𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧

Water

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

Babysitter

Brat

Things That Don't Work Out - Part II - Yanderish Gojo (Part III)

Perfect Little Housewife (ft. Suguru Getou)

The Babysitter's Fantasy

Muse

Breeding Kink

The Kind Of Girl You Like

Extra Credit

Desperation

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬

Friend Gojo

Throuple with Suguru

Overprotective dad!Gojo

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮

𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

The Unexplainable - Part II - Part III - Alternate Universe

Anniversary Gift (ft. Satoru Gojo)

Perfect Little Housewife (ft. Satoru Gojo)

Sleepy Valentines

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬

Almost-A-Parent Suguru

Throuple with Satoru

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

Worship

A Doting Husband

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

Mine

Hungry Husband

Baby Fever

Neighbor

Toji’s Valentine’s Gift

Good Wife

Father's Day

The Best Man's Confession - Part II

Can't Take My Eyes Off You

Office Visit

Help of a Friend

Daddy Issues

Regret

Lovesick

The Sorcerer Killer

Three Little Words

Mutual Masturbation

Surprise! (ft. Satoru Gojo)

Good Dad

The Way You Look At Him V.1 - V.2

The Fight For The Television

Pleasing The Wife

Babysitting Service

Shave!

Family Game Night

Cuddles

Big Baby

Heat Capacity

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬

Yandere Toji

Toji Angst (The Other Woman)

Threesome with Kento Nanami

Toji Birthday Sex

Extreme Toji

Toji Gun Play

Anal Sex with Toji

Professor Toji

Hot Tub Sex

Police Officer Toji

Injured boxer Toji

#jujutsu kaisen masterlist

[togrowoldinv]

The Most Perfect Woman

Part V: Christmas Day

Florence Pugh x Female Reader

You celebrate with Florence and fall even harder for her.

Part I: The Meet Cute, Part II: The Fight (Well, Sort Of), Part III: The Make Up, Part IV: The Holidays Begin, Masterlist

Christmas Day arrives, and your family gathers around the tree to open presents. You sit on the couch and Florence sits on the floor in front of you. Her back rests easily against your legs. It feels so natural having her here with you. Your little cousins pick the presents from the tree and hand them out to everyone. The young girls hand a present to Florence, and she looks at them in awe. Giving them an absolutely adorable thank you smile. She turns to look at you and pulls you down closer to whisper in your ear.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” she says. “I feel bad, darling, I didn’t get you anything.” You are too close to see her face, but you can tell she wears that classic pout.

“Look at the tag, Flo,” you whisper back. And she reads it to see that it is from your family.

“Oh, this is going to make me cry,” she says quietly, facing the front again. “It’s so kind.”

“Merry Christmas, Florence,” you say softly as your cheek grazes her soft hair. You notice everyone is still being handed gifts and has their attention elsewhere. Wrapping your arms lightly around her neck, you kiss the side of her head. It is brief and goes unnoticed by anyone but Florence, and it makes your heart race. And she grins, her heart racing as well. This moment solidifies it, you definitely have romantic feelings for her.

The rest of the day goes by quickly as you spend time cooking and celebrating together. At your aunt’s house, you find Florence in the sitting room with some of your cousins. She looks cheery as she tells them some story about her childhood holidays. She catches your eye and excuses herself to speak to you. You grab her hand and lead her away from the crowd.

“Hey, having fun?” you ask her as you both move to a quieter part of the house. Your aunt has a small extra room that has a piano and some other small instruments in it.

“I am. Your family is really nice,” she replies. She moves across the room to sit on the piano bench, patting the spot next to her as a way of asking for you to sit. “I really liked talking to your aunts and grandmas. They told me a lot of cute stories about you,” she says with a laugh.

“Oh no. It’s never good when they get in a room together and get to talking,” you say, only partly joking. You settle next to her at the piano sitting shoulder to shoulder. You’re pretty sure real sparks fly as your bodies brush against each other’s ever so slightly.

“Don’t worry, y/n. Everything they told me just made me like you even more,” Florence says honestly. You smile at her and feel your face heating up.

“Can you play?” you ask gesturing to the piano.

“A bit. Not a ton of songs or anything,” Florence replies. “Would it be okay if I?”

“Definitely. My aunt doesn’t play and her son that did has moved out, so I’m sure the piano could use some playing,” you tell her. She nods and her hands move to the keys. A perfect rendition of Silent Night fills the room as Florence plays. You note that her eyes close just slightly and her posture straightens as she plays. She begins singing the words and you tear up at how beautiful it is. How beautiful this moment is. How beautiful she is.

She plays the last note and turns to look at you. Her face moves closer to yours, but before you get too close, claps and cheers erupt. It frightens you both as you didn’t notice your family had gathered in the room when they had heard the music. You create some distance between you both, no matter how much you wanted to shatter the space between you. Wanting so badly to hold her face and kiss her deeply.

“That was amazing, sweetheart!” your aunt shouts, she is practically beaming.

“Yes, that was awesome! You must play another song. We can all sing along this time,” your uncle says, and everyone nods in agreeance.

And so, Florence plays another song, and another, and another, and another. By the end of the night, she has played so much that you know her hands must be aching. But she never complains once. She even teaches the young kids in your family how to play some notes. It is almost unfair how cute she is when interacting with the children. They sit in her lap, and she helps them play, smiling and hugging them all the while.

“I think you were everyone’s favorite part of Christmas this year, Flossie,” you tell her once everyone has cleared out of the room and started to go home. It’s just you and her left.

“Really?” she asks excitedly.

“Really. You were just brilliant,” you say, and she pulls you in for a tight hug.

“Thank you so much, y/n. For bringing me here with you, for being so kind, for being so you,” Florence says into your neck. You squeeze her tighter. And when you pull away, you kiss her cheek ever so lightly. Her eyes flitter closed at the gentleness of your lips.

“Let’s go home,” you say. And she sits there for a moment in shock, just as you had that night she kissed your cheek in your office.

It was the perfect day with Florence. One you won’t be forgetting anytime soon.

Note: Thank you for reading! I incorporated many of my holiday traditions into this part. I hope you all had a wonderful day! The remaining part is set on New Years Eve, but I will probably post it before then if y'all would like for me to.

Tag List: @flosbelova, @tati3001

#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh #marvel cast x reader

[antiporn-activist]

The Children of Pornhub

Why does Canada allow this company to profit off videos of exploitation and assault?

By Nicholas Kristof, Opinion Columnist, Dec. 4, 2020, New York Times

This article contains descriptions of sexual assault. It’s also really long.

Pornhub prides itself on being the cheery, winking face of naughty, the website that buys a billboard in Times Square and provides snow plows to clear Boston streets. It donates to organizations fighting for racial equality and offers steamy content free to get people through Covid-19 shutdowns.

Yet there’s another side of the company: Its site is infested with rape videos. It monetizes child rapes, revenge pornography, spy cam videos of women showering, racist and misogynist content, and footage of women being asphyxiated in plastic bags. A search for “girls under18” (no space) or “14yo” leads in each case to more than 100,000 videos. Most aren’t of children being assaulted, but too many are.

After a 15-year-old girl went missing in Florida, her mother found her on Pornhub — in 58 sex videos. Sexual assaults on a 14-year-old California girl were posted on Pornhub and were reported to the authorities not by the company but by a classmate who saw the videos. In each case, offenders were arrested for the assaults, but Pornhub escaped responsibility for sharing the videos and profiting from them.

Pornhub is like YouTube in that it allows members of the public to post their own videos. A great majority of the 6.8 million new videos posted on the site each year probably involve consenting adults, but many depict child abuse and nonconsensual violence. Because it’s impossible to be sure whether a youth in a video is 14 or 18, neither Pornhub nor anyone else has a clear idea of how much content is illegal.

Unlike YouTube, Pornhub allows these videos to be downloaded directly from its website. So even if a rape video is removed at the request of the authorities, it may already be too late: The video lives on as it is shared with others or uploaded again and again.

“Pornhub became my trafficker,” a woman named Cali told me. She says she was adopted in the United States from China and then trafficked by her adoptive family and forced to appear in pornographic videos beginning when she was 9. Some videos of her being abused ended up on Pornhub and regularly reappear there, she said.

“I’m still getting sold, even though I’m five years out of that life,” Cali said. Now 23, she is studying in a university and hoping to become a lawyer — but those old videos hang over her.

“I may never be able to get away from this,” she said. “I may be 40 with eight kids, and people are still masturbating to my photos.”

“You type ‘Young Asian’ and you can probably find me,” she added.

Actually, maybe not. Pornhub recently was offering 26,000 videos in response to that search. That doesn’t count videos that show up under “related searches” that Pornhub suggests, including “young tiny teen,” “extra small petite teen,” “tiny Asian teen” or just “young girl.” Nor does it necessarily count videos on a Pornhub channel called “exploited teen Asia.”

I came across many videos on Pornhub that were recordings of assaults on unconscious women and girls. The rapists would open the eyelids of the victims and touch their eyeballs to show that they were nonresponsive.

Pornhub profited this fall from a video of a naked woman being tortured by a gang of men in China. It is monetizing video compilations with titles like “Screaming Teen,” “Degraded Teen” and “Extreme Choking.” Look at a choking video and it may suggest also searching for “She Can’t Breathe.”

It should be possible to be sex positive and Pornhub negative.

Pornhub declined to make executives available on the record, but it provided a statement. “Pornhub is unequivocally committed to combating child sexual abuse material, and has instituted a comprehensive, industry-leading trust and safety policy to identify and eradicate illegal material from our community,” it said. Pornhub added that any assertion that the company allows child videos on the site “is irresponsible and flagrantly untrue.”

II.

At 14, Serena K. Fleites was an A student in Bakersfield, Calif., who had never made out with a boy. But in the eighth grade she developed a crush on a boy a year older, and he asked her to take a naked video of herself. She sent it to him, and this changed her life.

He asked for another, then another; she was nervous but flattered. “That’s when I started getting strange looks in school,” she remembered. He had shared the videos with other boys, and someone posted them on Pornhub.

Fleites’s world imploded. It’s tough enough to be 14 without having your classmates entertain themselves by looking at you naked, and then mocking you as a slut. “People were texting me, if I didn’t send them a video, they were going to send them to my mom,” she said.

The boy was suspended, but Fleites began skipping class because she couldn’t bear the shame. Her mother persuaded Pornhub to remove the videos, and Fleites switched schools. But rumors reached the new school, and soon the videos were uploaded again to Pornhub and other websites.

Fleites quarreled with her mother and began cutting herself. Then one day she went to the medicine cabinet and took every antidepressant pill she could find.

Three days later, she woke up in the hospital, frustrated to be still alive. Next she hanged herself in the bathroom; her little sister found her, and medics revived her.

As Fleites spiraled downward, a friend introduced her to meth and opioids, and she became addicted to both. She dropped out of school and became homeless.

At 16, she advertised on Craigslist and began selling naked photos and videos of herself. It was a way to make a bit of money, and maybe also a way to punish herself. She thought, “I’m not worth anything any more because everybody has already seen my body,” she told me.

Those videos also ended up on Pornhub. Fleites would ask that they be removed. They usually would be, she says — but then would be uploaded again. One naked video of her at 14 had 400,000 views, she says, leaving her afraid to apply for fast-food jobs for fear that someone would recognize her.

So today Fleites, 19, off drugs for a year but unemployed and traumatized, is living in her car in Bakersfield, along with three dogs that have proved more loyal and loving than the human species. She dreams of becoming a vet technician but isn’t sure how to get there. “It’s kind of hard to go to school when you’re living in a car with dogs,” she said.

“I was dumb,” she acknowledged, noting that she had never imagined that the videos could be shared online. “It was one small thing that a teenager does, and it’s crazy how it turns into something so much bigger.

“A whole life can be changed because of one little mistake.”

III.

The problem goes far beyond one company. Indeed, a rival of Pornhub, XVideos, which arguably has even fewer scruples, may attract more visitors. Depictions of child abuse also appear on mainstream sites like Twitter, Reddit and Facebook. And Google supports the business models of companies that thrive on child molestation.

Google returns 920 million videos on a search for “young porn.” Top hits include a video of a naked “very young teen” engaging in sex acts on XVideo along with a video on Pornhub whose title is unprintable here.

I asked the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children to compile the number of images, videos and other content related to child sexual exploitation reported to it each year. In 2015, it received reports of 6.5 million videos or other files; in 2017, 20.6 million; and in 2019, 69.2 million.

Facebook removed 12.4 million images related to child exploitation in a three-month period this year. Twitter closed 264,000 accounts in six months last year for engaging in sexual exploitation of children. By contrast, Pornhub notes that the Internet Watch Foundation, an England-based nonprofit that combats child sexual abuse imagery, reported only 118 instances of child sexual abuse imagery on its site over almost three years, seemingly a negligible figure. “Eliminating illegal content is an ongoing battle for every modern content platform, and we are committed to remaining at the forefront,” Pornhub said in its statement.

The Internet Watch Foundation couldn’t explain why its figure for Pornhub is so low. Perhaps it’s because people on Pornhub are inured to the material and unlikely to report it. But if you know what to look for, it’s possible to find hundreds of apparent child sexual abuse videos on Pornhub in 30 minutes. Pornhub has recently offered playlists with names including “less than 18,” “the best collection of young boys” and “under- - age.”

Congress and successive presidents have done almost nothing as this problem has grown. The tech world that made it possible has been mostly passive, in a defensive crouch. But pioneering reporting in 2019 by my Times colleagues has prodded Congress to begin debating competing strategies to address child exploitation.

Concerns about Pornhub are bubbling up. A petition to shut the site down has received 2.1 million signatures. Senator Ben Sasse, a Nebraska Republican, called on the Justice Department to investigate Pornhub. PayPal cut off services for the company, and credit card companies have been asked to do the same. An organization called Traffickinghub, led by an activist named Laila Mickelwait, documents abuses and calls for the site to be shut down. Twenty members of Canada’s Parliament have called on their government to crack down on Pornhub, which is effectively based in Montreal.

“They made money off my pain and suffering,” an 18-year-old woman named Taylor told me. A boyfriend secretly made a video of her performing a sex act when she was 14, and it ended up on Pornhub, the police confirmed. “I went to school the next day and everybody was looking at their phones and me as I walked down the hall,” she added, weeping as she spoke. “They were laughing.”

Taylor said she has twice attempted suicide because of the humiliation and trauma. Like others quoted here, she agreed to tell her story and help document it because she thought it might help other girls avoid suffering as she did.

IV.

Pornhub is owned by Mindgeek, a private pornography conglomerate with more than 100 websites, production companies and brands. Its sites include Redtube, Youporn, XTube, SpankWire, ExtremeTube, Men.com, My Dirty Hobby, Thumbzilla, PornMD, Brazzers and GayTube. There are other major players in porn outside the Mindgeek umbrella, most notably XHamster and XVideos, but Mindgeek is a porn titan. If it operated in another industry, the Justice Department could be discussing an antitrust case against it.

Pornhub and Mindgeek also stand out because of their influence. One study this year by a digital marketing company concluded that Pornhub was the technology company with the third greatest-impact on society in the 21st century, after Facebook and Google but ahead of Microsoft, Apple and Amazon.

Nominally based in Luxembourg for tax reasons, Mindgeek is a private company run from Montreal. It does not disclose who owns it, but it is led by Feras Antoon and David Tassillo, both Canadians, who declined to be interviewed.

Prime Minister Justin Trudeau of Canada calls himself a feminist and has been proud of his government’s efforts to empower women worldwide. So a question for Trudeau and all Canadians: Why does Canada host a company that inflicts rape videos on the world?

Mindgeek’s moderators are charged with filtering out videos of children, but its business model profits from sex videos starring young people.

“The goal for a content moderator is to let as much content as possible go through,” a former Mindgeek employee told me. He said he believed that the top executives weren’t evil but were focused above all on maximizing revenue.

While Pornhub would not tell me how many moderators it employs, I interviewed one who said that there are about 80 worldwide who work on Mindgeek sites (by comparison, Facebook told me it has 15,000 moderators). With 1.36 million new hours of video uploaded a year to Pornhub, that means that each moderator would have to review hundreds of hours of content each week.

The moderators fast forward through videos, but it’s often difficult to assess whether a person is 14 or 18, or whether torture is real or fake. Most of the underage content involves teenagers, the moderator I spoke with said, but some comes from spy cams in toilets or changing rooms and shows children only 8 to 12.

“The job in itself is soul-destroying,” the moderator said.

Pornhub appears to be increasingly alarmed about civil or criminal liability. Lawyers are circling, and nine women sued the company in federal court after spy cam videos surfaced on Pornhub. The videos were shot in a locker room at Limestone College in South Carolina and showed women showering and changing clothes.

Executives of Pornhub appear in the past to have assumed that they enjoyed immunity under Section 230 of the Communications Decency Act, which protects internet platforms on which members of the public post content. But in 2018 Congress limited Section 230 so that it may not be enough to shield the company, leading Mindgeek to behave better.

It has doubled the number of moderators in the last couple of years, the moderator told me, and this year Pornhub began voluntarily reporting illegal material to the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children. After previously dragging its feet in removing videos of children and nonconsensual content, Pornhub now is responding more rapidly.

It has also compiled a list of banned content. I obtained a copy of this list, and it purports to bar videos with terms or themes like “rape,” “preteen,” “pedophilia” and “bestiality” (it helpfully clarifies that this “includes eels, fish, octopus, insects”). Diapers are OK “if no scatophilia.” Mutilation depends on context but “cannot depict severing parts of the body.”

So while it is now no longer possible to search on Pornhub in English using terms like “underage” or “rape,” the company hasn’t tried hard to eliminate such videos. A member called “13yoboyteen” is allowed to post videos. A search for “r*pe,” turns up 1,901 videos. “Girl with braces” turns up 1,913 videos and suggests also trying “exxxtra small teens.” A search for “13yo” generates 155,000 videos. To be clear, most aren’t of 13-year-olds, but the fact that they’re promoted with that language seems to reflect an effort to attract pedophiles.

Moreover, some videos seem at odds with the list of banned content. “Runaway Girl Gets Ultimatum, Anal or the Streets” is the title of one Pornhub video. Another user posts videos documenting sex with teenage girls as they weep, protest and cry out in pain.

While Pornhub is becoming more careful about videos of potentially litigious Americans, it remains cavalier about overseas victims. One Indonesian video is titled “Junior High School Girl After Class” and shows what appears to be a young teenager having sex. A Chinese sex video, just taken down, was labeled: “Beautiful High School Girl Is Tricked by Classmates and Taken to the Top of a Building Where She Is Insulted and Raped.”

“They’re making money off the worst moment in my life, off my body,” a Colombian teenager who asked to be called Xela, a nickname, told me. Two American men paid her when she was 16 for a sexual encounter that they filmed and then posted on Pornhub. She was one of several Pornhub survivors who told me they had thought of or attempted suicide.

In the last few days as I was completing this article, two new videos of prepubescent girls being assaulted were posted, along with a sex video of a 15-year-old girl who was suicidal after it went online. I don’t see how good-faith moderators could approve any of these videos.

V.

“It’s always going to be online,” Nicole, a British woman who has had naked videos of herself posted and reposted on Pornhub, told me. “That’s my big fear of having kids, them seeing this.”

That’s a recurring theme among survivors: An assault eventually ends, but Pornhub renders the suffering interminable.

Naked videos of Nicole at 15 were posted on Pornhub. Now 19, she has been trying for two years to get them removed.

“Why do videos of me from when I was 15 years old and blackmailed, which is child porn, continuously [get] uploaded?” Nicole protested plaintively to Pornhub last year, in a message. “You really need a better system. … I tried to kill myself multiple times after finding myself reuploaded on your website.”

Nicole’s lawyer, Dani Pinter, says there are still at least three naked videos of Nicole at age 15 or 16 on Pornhub that they are trying to get removed.

“It’s never going to end,” Nicole said. “They’re getting so much money from our trauma.”

Pornhub has introduced software that supposedly can “fingerprint” rape videos and prevent them from being uploaded again. But Vice showed how this technology is easily circumvented on Pornhub.

One Pornhub scandal involved the Girls Do Porn production company, which recruited young women for clothed modeling gigs and then pushed them to perform in sex videos, claiming that the videos would be sold only as DVDs in other countries and would never go online. Reassured that no one would ever know, some of the women agreed — and then were shattered when the footage was aggressively marketed on Pornhub.

Girls Do Porn was prosecuted for sex trafficking and shut down. But those videos continue to surface and resurface on Pornhub; last time I checked, videos of six victims of Girls Do Porn were on Pornhub, which continues to profit from them.

One of the Girls Do Porn women I saw on Pornhub is now dead. She was murdered at 20, allegedly by an angry ex-boyfriend who is about to go on trial. I’m not disclosing her name because she should be remembered as a vibrant college athlete, and not for a sex video that represented her most mortifying moment.

VI.

So what’s the solution?

I had expected the survivors to want to shut down Pornhub and send its executives to prison. Some did, but others were more nuanced. Lydia, now 20, was trafficked as a child and had many rape videos posted on the site. “My stomach hurts all the time” from the tension, she told me, but she doesn’t want to come across as hostile to porn itself.

“I don’t want people to hear ‘No porn!’” Lydia told me. “It’s more like, ‘Stop hurting kids.’”

Susan Padron told me that she had assumed that pornography was consensual, until a boyfriend filmed her in a sex act when she was 15 and posted it on Pornhub. She has struggled since and believes that only people who have confirmed their identities should be allowed to post videos.

Jessica Shumway, who was trafficked and had a customer post a sex video on Pornhub, agrees: “They need to figure out who’s underage in the videos and that there’s consent from everybody in it.”

I asked Leo, 18, who had videos of himself posted on Pornhub when he was 14, what he suggested.

“That’s tough,” he said. “My solution would be to leave porn to professional production companies,” because they require proof of age and consent.

Right now, those companies can’t compete with mostly free sites like Pornhub and XVideos.

“Pornhub has already destroyed the business model for pay sites,” said Stoya, an adult film actress and writer. She, too, thinks all platforms — from YouTube to Pornhub — should require proof of consent to upload videos of private individuals.

Columnists are supposed to offer answers, but I struggle with solutions. If Pornhub curated videos more rigorously, the most offensive material might just move to the dark web or to websites in less regulated countries. Yet at least they would then not be normalized on a mainstream site.

More pressure and less impunity would help. We’re already seeing that limiting Section 230 immunity leads to better self-policing.

And call me a prude, but I don’t see why search engines, banks or credit card companies should bolster a company that monetizes sexual assaults on children or unconscious women. If PayPal can suspend cooperation with Pornhub, so can American Express, Mastercard and Visa.

I don’t see any neat solution. But aside from limiting immunity so that companies are incentivized to behave better, here are three steps that would help: 1.) Allow only verified users to post videos. 2.) Prohibit downloads. 3.) Increase moderation.

These measures wouldn’t kill porn or much bother consumers of it; YouTube thrives without downloads. Siri Dahl, a prominent porn star who does business with Pornhub, told me that my three proposals are “insanely reasonable.”

The world has often been oblivious to child sexual abuse, from the Catholic Church to the Boy Scouts. Too late, we prosecute individuals like Jeffrey Epstein or R. Kelly. But we should also stand up to corporations that systematically exploit children. With Pornhub, we have Jeffrey Epstein times 1,000.

#if you use pornhub you're complicit in this #sorry i don't make the rules

[tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik]

Love at first sight?

Chapter 5

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Word count: 1340 words

Warnings: Language, suicidal thoughts.

prologue chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4

"[...] I wish I was a heavenly angel

For I would always cling to my sword

But I am no heavenly angel

Hence I must fight the pain of my fault [...]".

-Heavenly Angel by an unknown author.

"Don't you have a life or something?". Warren teased Hank. It was 3:49 AM when the young man awoke from his slumber. "Not really, thanks to you". Hank's intentions had been good. To return the teasing only. But the purpose got lost when he saw Warren looking down in shame, shifting in bed as he seemed to try to make himself disappear.

It was a touchy subject for him, Hank had forgotten. He knew just how much he felt like a burden to everyone at Xavier's. It was clear Warren was not much of a talker himself. But when those sleepless nights came, where he would jump out of bed covered in sweat and breathing harshly after a particularly awful nightmare, that the idea of staying awake with his companion was more inviting than to go back to his made-up Hell.

Only then Hank had learned about the extravagant life, filled with luxurious items and exotic vacations Warren had grown in. Hank also found out about Warren's handsome but cold-hearted-control-freak father, about his loving but impotent mother, about what it was to have it all only for it to be having it taken away. The lonely days and lonelier nights that followed after, the age-inappropriate behaviours, one bad decision after another, and mostly, Hank realized just how worthless the "poor rich kid" deep down felt.

"It makes no sense". Warren said softly, looking down at the cup of freshly-made tea he was holding in his hands. "What?". The older man asked him while pouring some of it on his mug. "Me! Me being here makes no sense!", "I'm nothing but an inconvenience". Warren let out with sight. Although he was referring to him being at the mansion, the hidden meaning of it sent a shiver through Hank's spine. "Hey, stop saying that! You are NOT an inconvenience, Warren. You should be here!". Said Hank as he got closer to the boy, placing a reassuring hand onto his shoulder. There was some absolute concern in Hank's voice as he saw a glimpse of a tear peeking through Warren's eyes. "Oh! bullshit!". "You more than any other person should be pissed off with me!". "You're working extra hours on a lost cause!". Hank's heart hunched. It was true Hank had been depriving himself a lot so Warren could have the best treatment. Yes, he attempted to kill him and his friends before. But the more time he had spent with the kid, the more he had realized: Warren had been a pawn, manipulated only by the true villain, Apocalypse.

"Hey! Look at me, Warren." He said firmly. "Yes, you are right. I should be taking better care of myself. But I'm only doing so because I'm not willing to slow down until you're heald". He said, with such convincement, it made Warren believe there could be someone being finally genuinely kind to him.

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"I- I was only, umm, you know it was just a joke, right?". Hank nervously stated. "Sure, man". Even though Warren seemed to pay no mind towards Hank's comment, his voice had failed him, having it come out on a lower pitch rather than his usual vigorous one.

in an attempt of changing the topic, Hank pointed at your still sleeping figure. "So... An old friend of yours?".

It was somehow painful for Warren to see you there, resting at the infirmary room connected to all those noisy machines. In the end, your near-death encounter, in theory, had been Warren's fault. Hank's question had rumbled within the blond's mind. You weren't friends. He didn't even know your name. And honestly, he was more preoccupied with the atrocious first impression he believed he'd made in front of you. "You are the biggest idiot on earth if you think she'll ever want to even see you after what you've put her through". Warren's inside voice scolded him.

"No". The young mutant finally answered. "oh! I see". Hank teased again. Even though what Hank was implying: The real reason You were there was because of Warren's attraction to You, was nothing but the truth. Warren couldn't stop the blush from tinting his pale cheeks." It's not what you think, okay!". "Well, your face says otherwise, Romeo". The older man was grinning at him in amusement. "Shut up!". Warren's effort of sounding threatening failed due to his face heating up impossibly harder. His natural porcelain-white face was now a deep shade of red, making his facial tattoos stand out even more. Hank was having the time of his life. While Warren was acting like a teenage boy, he couldn't stop the laughs from coming out. "You done?". Warren said from behind one of the wings he'd been using as a cover. "Hey, take it as payback from running away".

"[...] I wish I was a heavenly angel

For my heart shall always be in joy

But I am no heavenly angel

Hence I must behave just like a boy".

The atmosphere remained comfortable. After an hour or so, Warren fell asleep again, not after convincing Hank to do the same. Who after, some reluctance, finally gave in and left to his room.

"Wakie, wakie, sleeping beauty". A hoarse grunt came from Warren's sleeping form as Ororo was poking his cheeks to get his friend out of Morpheus' grip faster. "Come on, Dollface. You have to get out of bed! It's almost 9 PM!". "What the hell?" Warren shifted in bed, reading the big clock on the wall. "You little shit, it's only 9... AM!".

Ororo's giggles were resounding through the room. "Oops". "Well, now that your up, we might as well get breakfast. Don't you think?". He was going to argue about how unholy early his friend had decided to show up when his stomach gave him in. It had been more than 18 hours since the last time he'd eaten, which was why he decided to let it slip. "Fine! But you'll have to give me your bacon to make up for waking up a man who almost died in a fire at 9 AM".

"Yeez, you sure are a Drama Queen, Warren". Ororo was walking toward your bed, peeping at the monitors. "Hank said she was the one who got it bad". "Your problem was only exhaustion, which reminds me of: Hank told me, to tell you that you're free to go".

Warren zoned out the moment Ororo mention you. Under the morning's light, it was easier for him to examine You. Your H/C locks were stiff from all the dirt and ash from the fire; Your face, which had been whipped clean when you arrived, allowed him to scrutinize every inch of it. Nothing was going unnoticed. Even the tiniest of your scars located under your left brow had been seen. He was so lost on himself taking your features in he'd forgotten he was in the middle of a conversation. "Earth calling Fallen Angel, do you copy, Fallen Angel?". Ororo raised her voice. "Uh? Yes, what?". "Dear Lord, you didn't hear a thing, did you?". Ororo was irritated but decided against scolding Warren. Him showing interest in people was an odd sight. "I said if you wanted me to get you your breakfast so you could spend more time with her before your appointment with The Professor?". He only wished his friend wasn't able to see his excitement from such an offering. "That would be ni-, wait which appointment?". "What? Your pigeon brain didn't register that either? The Professor said he had something to tell you. Be at his office at 11 sharp". After that, the girl stormed off the room while yelling something along the lines of "not being people's secretary".

It had been only then, as he stood in the middle of the room when Warren heard a muffled voice behind him.

"I'm I dead?" You said.

#warren worthington iii #warren worthington x reader #archangel x reader #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy #xmen x reader #xmen #ororo munroe #hank mccoy

[dcbutinamrev]

In honor of Hammy’s Death Day Bash, here’s Amrev as Iconic Vines Pt. 3!

(Yes, another one- ) 

Hamilton and Jefferson: *fighting during a cabinet meeting* 

Madison: Can I get a waffle? Can I please get a waffle? 

Harrison: I don’t get no sleep cause of y’all! Y’all never gonna sleep cause of me! 

Eliza: Girl, guess what they got girl, guess what they got? 

Abigal Adams: What? 

Eliza: Life-e saviers 

Abigal Adams: *wheezes* 

Mulligan: Good evening- 

Philip H.: It’s an avacado...thanks! 

Hamilton: *smokes* 

Laurens: *grins* Wow~ 

Tallmadge: Who’s the hottest uber driver you’ve ever had? 

Lafayette: Um...I’ve never went to oovoo Jauver 

Meade: Happy Christmas! It’s Christmas! Merry crisis! Merry Chrysler 

Hale: Word work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does- 

Lafayette: I am confusion. Why is this one Kansas? And this one is not R-Kansas. America explain! Explain what you mean by Are-Kan-saw!

Laurens: Is anyone else kind of hot? 

Hamilton: Definietly a little toasty in here

Laurens: Might be a good time to open up some windows

Hamilton: 

Hamilton: Ah! 

Lafayette: Ah! Stop! I could’ve dropped my crossiant! 

Angelica S.: *when she reads the Reynold’s Pamphlet* You freaking freaks! You’re fantasies can’t ever be quenched! Can they?! You freaking freaks! When will you learn?! When will you learn?! That your actions have consequences!

Charles Lee: I’m about sing a song! 

Laurens: Move bitch! Get out the way! 

General Clinton: I’m just chillin’ in Cedar Rapids- 

Hamilton: *at Laurens* Country-boy, I love you, blech 

Washington: *when Hamilton asks to leave to go with Laurens in South Carolina* No off topic questions. Because I don’t want too. No. Permission denied. That’s an off topic question. Next. You have been stopped- 

The Continenatals: *at the Redcoats* Look at all those chickens!

Spada: *barks* 

Lafayette: The power of Christ compells you! The power of Christ compells you!

Tilghman: *sleeping* 

Meade: *pours water* 

Tilghman: Hello? 

Andre: *plays flute hard-core like in carriage* 

Washington: *walks in room* 

Hamilton: Brah! 

Washington: *jumps and relaxes* I’m gonna kill you. I’m gonna kill you. Not even worried about it..  

The aides: *laughs* 

Jefferson: We actually have the chip reader now. 

Hamilton: Oh, yeah? 

Jefferson: Oh, it’s not gonna work with that kind of... 

*transaction completed* 

Jefferson: 

Franklin: *blows smoke* Atom- 

Hamilton: How do you know what’s good for me?! 

Washington: That’s my OPINION! 

The other aides: 

Eliza: Philip, let me see what you got? 

Philip H.: A knife! 

Eliza: No! 

Arnold: You know what? I love myself. Even though I look like a BURNT chicken nugget, I still love myself 

Lafayette: *learning English* Wha...wha...

Hamilton: What does that say, Marquis 

Lafayette: Wha...? 

Hamilton: No! 

Laurens: *at the pantsless flaming shots party* Two shots of vodka- 

Peggy S.: Eliza wake up! 

Eliza: One more minute!

Peggy: You’ve been in a coma for two years... 

Eliza: Okay, two more minutes- 

Tallmadge: *playing piano* 

Hale: SAIL! 

Laurens: *talking about Kinloch* Yeah so he broke up with me 

Hamilton: Why are you looking up? 

Laurens: I need to cry but my lotion was $48!

John Adams: I wanna be a cowboy, baby! I wanna be a cowboy, baby! 

Philomena Cheer: Hey, I want to be famous 

Laurens: *note says I do* Read this 

Hamilton: I do 

Laurens: He said yes! 

Burr: You gotta tell me everything, right now

Hamilton: No 

Burr: Please 

Hamilton: No 

Burr: Please 

Hamilton: No

Laurens: And just remember! No one will be able to hate you than you already hate yourself  

Peggy Shippen: People say I can’t do what I love without college...I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger! 

Laurens: Nope, there’s no Q. You loose 

Hamilton: Dude, are you kidding me? You can still add something 

Laurens: I added a belt, four earrings, and an extra arm! You loose!

John Hancock: Would anyone like some stew- 

Hamilton: Babe, do you love me? 

Laurens: *after he discovers Hamilton’s marriage* Not in the slightest

Hamilton: Uugh, for real? Oh my God 

 King George III: All over the world, people are dying of starvation. Africa, Asia, the fucking M24! 

Burr: Not on my watch! Not on my watch! 

Lafayette: *to Laurens about the Schuykill incident*: We tried, but we lost him 

Laurens: Okay, well find him please 

Caleb Brewster: I got this long hair, this big sexy beard, I love my socks cause it’s unique- 

Hamilton: I don’t feel like driving! 

Laurens: *panics and grabs wheel* 

Jefferson: I don’t sing in the shower... I perform...  

King George III: We go to parks everywhere. McDonald’s, supermarkts, stadiums, the fucking M24! 

Hamilton: *at Laurens* Hey, I think you’re really cool. I like you a lot. Maybe we could hang out or something 

Revere: What are you doing? 

Franklin: I’m making holy water... 

Revere: How is that making holy water? 

Franklin: I’m boiling the hell out of it 

Revere: 

Henry Laurens: That’s it! Time out! Get on the lamp!

Laurens: *awkwardly on lamp* I’m in hell! 

Andre: Get me a Bloody Mary and make it snappy 

Arnold: Sir, this is Subway- 

Andre: Just make it happen- 

Monroe: Dear diary, today I couldn’t find my diary so I’m writing this on both of my Kung-Fu Panda 2 DVDs-

Andre: All these ghosts, all these ghosts, and I still can’t find a boo...

Adams: Where’s my new balances hun?

Abigal Adams: I put them in the closet

Adams: Well, they’re not in here! Let’s rock and roll

Abigal Adams: We have to go- 

Adams: I have to record this 

Burr: I should have left you on the street corner where you were standing 

Hamilton: But ya didn’t! 

Meade: Hey, Harrison,

Harrison: What man? 

Meade: Dogs be like...meow! 

Harrison: You stupid idiot! Dogs be like bark! 

James Hamilton: Okay, you’re in time out! Get on top of the fridge!  Get up there! 

Hamilton: This house is a fucking nightmare! 

#vines #iconic vines #amrev as vines #hammy's death day bash #men don't wear foundation so i had to use lotion that was the closet thing I could thing of #this took me foreever to make #i would make this into a video but i don't know how #amrev

[anothertimdrakestan]

Could you write a hc about watching a scary movie with the batboys(including terry and duke!)?

Watching Scary Movies W/ The Batboys HC

ahhh this is so cute! i'm such a scaredy cat too lmao so i made this extra soft and fluffy 🥰 thank you!

Damian Wayne:

- he'd be completely unaware anything was wrong until he turned to complain to you about the cringeworthy acting and saw you flinching into the sofa

- to try to comfort you in his own damian way he'd point out all the flaws in the movie with you, eventually you were both too busy complaining about the poor camera angles and idiocy of the murderer to be scared

- for one certain jump scare damian flinched, immidiently reaching for your hand, and you continued to clench his for the rest of the film

- as you both whispered about the murderer being a complete dumbass for not grabbing the biggest knife he was softly rubbing circles on the back of your hand because as much as he could distract you, he never wanted you to feel scared, ever.

- you never enjoyed scary movies until damian made them fun, and damian never enjoyed fun until he was having it with you

Duke Thomas:

- i strongly believe duke doesn't like them either and you can fight me on this

- you'd watch them together in broad daylight to get over your shared fear, taking turns hyping each other up while the other was buried in someone's lap

- "WHO ARE WE?" "BADASSES" "WHAT ARE WE SCARED OF?" "NOTHING" "NOTHINGGGG LETS GOOO"

five minutes later (sponge bob voice)

- "wait babe hold me i'm scared" (you can decide who said this ;)

- steph coming up behind you both and giving you the jumpscare of your lives just when duke was finally getting confident

- "AHHH- III EEEEYEEE WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUU OH I WILL ALWAYS LOVEEE YOUUU Y/NNNN" "d you jumped off the couch" "i wanted to serenade y/n shut up"

- definitely giving up half way in and making empty promises to come back next time, the fam always teases duke for being a badass in every other way but crying at a single horror movie but youre quick to defend your favorite batboy to anyone who challenges him

Tim Drake:

- tim thinks horror movies are stupid, hes seen more horror than anyone needs but he's never one to miss family movie night when you're over

- surrounded by dick, who is always excited, bruce, who is probably half asleep, and damian, who is practically chained to the couch- family movie night is truly something else but tim loves it when he's with you

- whenever it's dick's turn to choose a movie (or jason's if he ever shows up) he's picking horror and tim secretly likes it because it's an excuse to cuddle you and make damian sick to his stomach

- usually you'll end up clutching on to his hoodie while he sweetly combs his fingers through your hair and whispers whatever's happening in the movie to you

- "okay babe now stupid blonde girl is going upsta- uh!" "oh my god tim what happened" "er- shh it's okay! it's okay! just a little scare, now she's uh- dead but it's fine! now the big y'all jock guy is next youve gotta watch it'll be funny!"

- damian might actively gag when tim peppers your face in kisses while you giggle through the movie but it makes movie night all the more memorable, plus tim loves seeing you surrounded by his family, nothing makes him happier than being close to those he loves

Jason Todd:

- jason adores watching horror movies with you, the gore never bothered him but he likes to have you sit in his lap wrapped in his arms and a blanket while he cooes in your ear during the movie

- "angel cmon it's not even scary! it's sooo predictable!" "babe you have to look at least a little bit! i'm right here y/n!"

- he sometimes tries to distract you by trailing kisses from your cheek to the edge of your shoulder while you squirm, eventually lolling your head to the side, eyes fluttering closed why he focuses on that perfect spot on your neck

- it's quite frequent that horror movies transition to the both of you having a little more fun and it's rare that you genuinely finish the movie, either falling asleep in jason's lap or being carried to your bedroom in fits of laughter, jason makes your life fun and passionate and movie nights are never any different with the love of your life

Terry McGinnis:

- horror movies with terry usually happen after you lose a bet, terry loves an excuse to cuddle you and enjoys a good scare

- he likes to pretend to be big and tough but at jump scares he'll jolt, reaching quickly to wrap his arms around you. it makes your heart melt because it means when he's scared the first thing he reaches for is you

- you'll catch him nervously biting his lip during stressful scenes and the teasing is on

- "T you scared?" "babe no, no i'm not, but look at your! you're clutching on to me like a freaking koala" "you like it scaredy cat" "maybe but at least i'm not a scaredy koala" "you're favorite koala" "of course you are lovebug"

- when the credits roll terry will latch around you and bring you in for cuddles while he lazily runs his hands up and down your back, talking about the movie and how he totally didn't get scared at all, all sarcasm of course

- "id protect you from a murderer" "ha bitch id be the murderer youd be my sidekick" "i'd make a pretty sexy sidekick" "sHuT uP and kiss me you dork"

Dick Grayson:

- dick has probably seen most horror movies, i feel like he thought they were cool when he was robin so now he just wants to show you all his favorites

- telling you to close your eyes during a scary part or explaining what will happen so you're prepared

- he would actually get you kind of into horror movies, teaching you all the lore of horror shows and the two of you end up making it a weekly thing to sit down and hold each other through a scary show or movie

- each of his family members will occasionally join you, but dick gets jealous when you explain that damian cuddles hit different during scary movies or that cass braiding your hair is peak comfort, this always leads to him scooping you up no matter where you are and smothering you on the couch while you jokingly try to push the big oaf off of you

- the best days are when you and dick eventually get surrounded by the whole family, all piled into your laps like a bat-dog-pile. resting your head on dicks shoulder while you give tim back scratches and dick holds a sleepy damian close to his side, surrounded by your favorite people, closest to your favorite boy, absolutely smothered in love :)

hey i hope you enjoyed! who wants to watch a scary movie with me??? hehehe tbh i'd be crying but it's okay 😂😂😂

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It Was Enchanting To Meet You (Edmund Pevensie x Mutant!FemReader)

Chapter III: Prophecy

Summary: Peter explains the prophecy. Y/N and Edmund start to get to know each other more.

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Word Count: 1644

Warnings: Mentions of possible war, Creepy suitors

A/N: Due to amount of school work that I have, this might be the only chapter I upload this week. But I will try to upload two chapters next week, I'm really sorry luvs.

“Who?” Susan asked,

“I think you’re quite mistaken dear, I’m no professor.” Mr. Tumnus said,

Embarrassed by her little outburst, Y/N said, “I’m sorry, it’s just you have an uncanny resemblance to my professor in my world.”

“Your world?” Mr. Tumnus raised an eyebrow,

“It’s a long story, but we think she may be the young witch of the prophecy.” Peter said and Mr. Tumnus’ kind mellow face instantly changed into a surprised one.

“You must all come in, we shall talk about this over tea.” Mr. Tumnus said and let the five of them inside. They all sat down on the small dining table as Mr. Tumnus went by his stove to heat up the kettle. “Oh no, I believe I've run out of firewood” he said.

Y/N turned around and said, “Ooh I got it!” and with a flick of her fingers, the kettle starts to make a loud noise as the water boiled at its highest temperature. She turns back to the rest of them as they look at her with pure amazement.

"Where have you been all our lives?!" Lucy exclaimed and the place was filled with laughter. After preparing the tea, Mr. Tumnus sets the teapot on the table along with sugar cubes and milk, as well as an array of biscuits and turkish delights. Edmund got a hold of the plate of turkish delights and immediately started munching on it as Peter took out a huge scroll of paper from his satchel.

“Do you just carry that around with you?” Y/N asked,

“He actually does.” Edmund replied as he continued to eat turkish delights, Peter smacks his hand making the small piece of turkish delight fall off of his fingers down to the floor. "Hey!" Edmund yelled,

"Will you stop eating, I'm about to tell you the prophecy!" Peter commanded,

"Well I'm not the one with powers am i?" Edmund replied, earning him another smack but on the back of his head and the other girls giggled and Mr. Tumnus let out a light hearted laugh.

Peter cleared his throat and started to read what was on the scroll,

“A young witch shall emerge from the forest of Narnia then followed by the rise of the white witch with her endless winter once again. But the young witch shall put a forebear to the bitter cold weather and bring the white witch’s demise.”

"That's it?" Y/N asked and Peter nodded,

"Were you expecting more?" Susan asked,

"I mean the paper was so huge, I assumed there'd be a lot of writing on it..." Y/N said,

"Peter probably wrote down huge letters when Aslan told him to write down the prophecy." Edmund teased and right when Peter was about to give him a third smack, he immediately dodged it which ended up in a silly tickle fight. "Hey stop that!" Edmund yelled, his voice at a higher octave. Y/N chuckles, catching Edmund's attention, he clears his throat and repeats what he had just said but in a more lower tone, "Stop it, I said." Peter eventually gave up and they all sat down to talk about the prophecy.

"We don't know when, but the White Witch will surely come back now that Y/N's here." Peter said,

"Then what should I do?" Y/N asked,

"For now, you should stay at the castle. I will gather more people for an army in case it gets bloody." Peter replied and everyone's mood turned gloomy with the mention of the words army and bloody. It had been years since their last battle and they were successful, however they cannot deny how scary it was to go to war at such a young age.

"You don't really have to gather an army. This fight is between Y/N and the Jadis just like you said, the others shouldn't be involved besides us." Susan said,

"I know that, but I'm just taking extra precautions." Peter replied,

"Taking extra precautions or are you underestimating Y/N's capability of defeating Jadis?" Susan snapped and the air in the room felt uneasy. Peter did not reply but only stared at his sister and she looked back with a stone cold glare.

"Now, now, let's not argue. Let's just put out a vote shall we?" Mr. Tumnus suggested,

"I agree with Susan, I don't want to risk the lives of Narnians and I really do think Y/N can defeat Jadis..." Lucy said.

Everyone's eyes fell on Edmund, waiting for him to respond. "What? Oh. Well... A-as much as I think that Y/N can take down the White Witch, I just think we should gather more troops. As back up." Edmund said.

Susan rolled her eyes and looked at Y/N, "What do you think Y/N?"

Y/N didn't exactly know how to respond. She had only been in Narnia for a few hours, she may have seen a good portion of the whole kingdom, however she doesn't exactly know what was really going on. "Look, I'm fairly new to this thing and I'm not really sure how it's gonna go..." She looked at Susan with worried eyes and she understood where she was going. Though disappointed, Susan simply nodded, "I think it's better if King Peter gathered more troops." Y/N said.

"Then it's settled, I'll be leaving by sunset." Peter said,

"Right away?" Lucy asked,

"We don't really know when the White Witch will come back, and it's better to be prepared before it's too late," Peter stood up, "Thank you for the wonderful tea Mr. Tumnus, but we must head back to the castle now." Peter said.

"No worries, I'm always here if you need any help." Mr. Tumnus said, then he turned to Y/N and gave a nod as if that last bit was meant for her. Y/N smiled and nodded as well, eventually the five of them left Mr. Tumnus' cave and arrived at the castle.

– – – –

Back at the castle, Susan and Lucy were bombarded with letters from suitors. With the help of Y/N, they sat in the library writing several replies most of which are rejections. One letter was for Susan, it was from a King from a kingdom that was quite awfully far from Narnia. The letter was very poetic, Susan thought, until she realized the King was almost forty years older than her. At one point the letter got a little too inappropriate and the girls decided it wasn't even worth replying to a rejection to. Susan asked one of the maids to burn it and make sure that the King who wrote it would never send a letter again.

Eventually, Y/N grew tired of writing. "Thank you for your help, but I think Lucy and I can finish up this last one and you can go ahead and rest." Susan smiled and Y/N put the letter on top of the towering stack of letters and walked out of the library. She walked through the hallways and decided to wander around until she saw an open balcony. She went out only to be startled by Edmund who had been standing on the edge of the balcony.

"I'm sorry, I'll just go back." Y/N said making her way out,

"Wait! You can stay..." Edmund said, making Y/N awkwardly turn around and stand next to him. "So how are you liking Narnia so far?" He asked.

"It's great! The place is great, your people are great, and the way you guys rule the kingdom seems far more better than what I've seen in my world. I mean, I could actually see myself living here." Y/N replied,

"Really?" Edmund's eyes sparkled at the thought of having Y/N in Narnia for the rest of eternity, Y/N hummed in agreement. There was a moment of comfortable silence until Edmund spoke up again, "You seem to be having a lot of fun with my sisters."

"They're very lovely." Y/N replied,

"What about Peter? I suppose you think he’s the most charming king.” Edmund said in a mocking tone,

"Actually it’s quite the opposite. The first time I met him he questioned where my allegiance lies," Y/N chuckled then looked around, "He's pretty intimidating." She whispered.

"Well he does try to act intimidating but deep down inside he’s a little softy," Edmund said, "But don't tell him I said that." He said mimicking the way Y/N whispered earlier making her giggle.

“Well what about you, your highness? What’s there to know about you? Besides your love of turkish delights.” Y/N teased,

"Well, I'm actually a great swordsman if I do say so myself." Edmund said proudly,

"Ah, I also have some experience with fencing. I took classes and even briefly joined a team." Y/N said,

"Then you'll have to show me your skills sometime." Edmund replied,

"Is that an invitation for a duel?" Y/N playfully raised an eyebrow,

"Perhaps." Edmund smirked and they both laughed. However, the laughter was short lived when Peter made his presence known by loudly clearing up his throat. They both turned around to see him with both arms folded.

"Edmund, I need your help with something. Will you come with me to the weapon room?" Peter said and Edmund nodded. Before he could leave he turned to look at Y/N,

"You're still up for that duel?" He asked with a smile,

"Of course your highness, just let me know when." Y/N answered smiling back.

"You do know you can just call me Edmund, or Ed." Edmund said,

"Come on Ed!" Peter said dragging Edmund away before Y/N could even reply to him.

"Right..." Y/N said, "Edmund." She smiled to herself as the sound of his name gave her butterflies in her stomach.

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Chapter 32 - Rejection

Chapter 31

"So...how it going?" Y/N asked, holding a bit of Midoriya's shirt from behind getting tired of all the jumpscares, "We haven't talked in a while huh?"

"Uh.." he stopped by his tracks hearing the rustle of leaves and a head popping up, his heart raced for a while and he continued walking, "yeah. We didn't exactly find much time to talk. You made a new friend, huh?"

Y/N sighed knowing what that tone meant. "I don't think so," she chuckled, "I don't know what I was thinking. I thought maybe we finally put all of our differences aside and started being friends after the villain attack in U.A., but turns out I was only being....delusional."

He pulled her by her hand beside him, pacing her speed and said, "Hey, I think you're misunderstanding. I mean, I know he absolutely hates me but I can see the way he acts around you. He doesn't tolerate you-"

"Wow, thank you dude-" she pulled her hand away and looked around the area, trying to find the section B students.

"Listen," he interrupted her and said, "he can't tolerate most people, and I said that he doesn't tolerate you because he doesn't need to. You're...kind of an honest neutral ground to him. You get what I'm saying right?"

Y/N blushed lightly hearing that and muttered, "Yeah he doesn't think so."

"But something has happened between the both of you recently, right?"

Y/N turned to look at him in surprise, "How do you know?"

"It's the most both you have stayed away from each other...I mean judging by how much time you spend together these days. I didn't mean to pry."

"Well, you always do Midoriya and not everyone likes it," Y/N sighed, "Stop."

"What-" he sniffed the air, "What is-"

"Cover your nose," Y/N's voice deepened as she said in a serious tone, "Didn't they say that we are not allowed to use our quirk?"

Both of them looked at each other, the worst possibility coming to their minds. They have been facing this a lot these days, aren't they?

"We should go back to the starting point Midoriya."

Mandalay informed everyone that two villains attacked and there are likely more coming. When Y/N and Midoriya reached the Beast's Forest, they found Pixie-Bob pinned under the two said villains, her head heavily injured.

As Iida was assigned to take everyone back to the camp while two other heroes stood to fight the villains, Midoriya went ahead to find Kota since he was the only one who knew about his location. Y/N sneaked back in the forest hoping to find any of the other classmates. If they sniffed whatever that was in the air, it was a possibility that most of them were unconscious.

As she took one of the students on her back, she turned to go, hoping her friends and him to come back to the camp safely. There wasn't much that she will be able to do with unconscious students like that. Just as she was about to take a turn, a strong gust of wind along with a huge crash shook the ground, making her fall. Taking a close look at the figure, she realized it was Dark Shadow, Tokoyami's quirk that went out of control due to darkness.

"Forget about me, go! Help our classmates instead!" she heard Tokoyami say.

Using her quirk to quickly to go towards Shoji and Midoriya, she stopped to hide behind a tree. "Midoriya how are you so beat up?"

"Y/N?" he said, "Nevermind, we have a worse situation in our hand. The villains aren't here to hurt us. They are...they are here to get Kacchan!"

A pang of fear covered her chest. They were here to get him.

Bakugou.

A sense of desperation took over her as her brain started running through miles going by the possibilities Bakugou might run into. Sure, he's strong but....

....for how long?

Midoriya's plan of baiting Dark Shadow towards the fire in the camp, was not complete and landed a hit on Y/N's stomach, but it did help them when Dark Shadow broke Moonfish's teeth and launched him through the forest. The villain was busy attacking Bakugou and Todoroki, and Midoriya spotted the ice from a distance, and connecting the dots they knew the boys were together. Bakugou and Todoroki instantly reacted to the villains' defeat by using their quirks to create light and weaken Dark Shadow back to its normal form.

Tokoyami thanked his peers for saving him and apologized for allowing Dark Shadow to take over. Midoriya informed the group that they needed to protect Bakugou and get him back to camp.

"I don't need your protection dammit!" Bakugou shouted in frustration as everyone surrounded him and started walking back to the camp. "Don't ignore me!"

"We hear ya, Baku~" Y/N sighed clutching her stomach, spitting out a bit of blood in her mouth.

"Shut up! I don't need-"

"Yeah, I know you don't need anyone," she said and muttered the next words only for him to hear, "but I do, so please just go along."

Bakugou looked at her tired face as she carrying the unconscious student. He walked closer to her, maintaining a bit of distance and said, "Then stop." He slowly took the classmate from her back and said carrying him, "Stop caring about stupid things."

"Are you calling yourself stupid Bakugou?" she teased and looked at him. He was watching the road and clearly ignored her little comment. She laughed and looked forward.

Tokoyami took the classmate on his back after a while from Bakugou saying, "You are their target and your protection is our top priority," to which he received a series of insults from the blonde.

"Look, I don't have the time for this," Bakugou said and looked back at her, "this."

Y/N's ears reddened in realization. His eyes. He never, once, looked at her this way.

He knew.

They walked in silence for a while, as Y/N processed the words he said.

"I know," she looked forward with a smile, "I just want you to be cautious. Stop being so reckless. It...scares those who really care about you."

Oh, it hurt. The rejection. The worst part is that she didn't even get to confess and lighten up the burden of her heart.

It felt heavier than before. Maybe being an extra was better than this. Being close and still having him out of reach.

"When did you find out?" she asked.

He looked almost zoned out, his ear reddened and he said, "That's unimportant."

"You can't just...drop this on me suddenly and then expect me not to ask questions. Bakugou I'm not even going to ask why," she coughed and tightened her fist on her stomach, "I'm just asking how."

"I told you I'm not saying," he said and looked at her.

She didn't want to look back. Her stomach was in pain and so was her heart. She didn't want to cry like a little girl because of a dumb rejection when villains were attacking their camp. But that's the thing. She couldn't remember the last time she cried her heart out. It was always "heroes don't cry" that stopped her. There's gonna be a day when these waves of emotions burst out of her and it's gonna be ugly.

She just didn't know it was going to come so soon.

Chapter 33

SEASON - III

Ignite

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