#I also found an entry about wanting to marry my then crush and being so sad as there was no way we'd even get together
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Weak Spot - Chapter 45
RotTMNT Donatello x Reader
Let's all float away with this week's chapter art by @garbagemilkshake
Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises
Synopsis: A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?
It was many moons ago, but I gotta give it up to @amutantturtleenthusiast for helping me iron out that special extra place in the building!
Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut
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Last warning for the 🍋 under the cut. Minors DNI!
Fem!Reader References/Warnings: for what we've done so far this chapter has the lengthiest bra mention and light boob stuff
You were having major déjà vu. Looking up the imposing structure of a skyscraper, you turned to not find yourself alone as you had, but towards your boyfriend. His open presence took all the time you had spent together and materialized it into his current form.
“Ready?” He looked up to you where his fingers were still ghosting over your chest.
He’d just clipped your ID badge on.
“You seem distracted.” He stepped closer and his hand drifted towards your neck.
“Just reminiscing.” You leaned up to him and he lowered enough so you could peck his cheek. “So should I call you hubby or…?”
His spine snapped to attention and a dusting of pink caught his face. “Not at all. “
“It was your idea to fake our marriage.” You continued to stare up at him cutely.
“You know the difficulty I’ve gone through!” He puffed up and then went through an exercise of smoothing out his scales. “They would not allow you entry with anything less.”
You chewed on a giggle.
His gaze narrowed and one of his hands found your back where he pushed you straight towards the building.
“Wait, wait!” You laughed, not moving your feet and feeling them skid against the sidewalk. “I didn’t answer!”
“You’re ready enough to tease me.” He hummed in your ear.
You let yourself lean further into his hold to look back up at him. “I know this is a big moment and I want to recognize that; it’s your lab!”
He stopped and gave a little exhale before pecking your forehead. “Appreciated.”
“Good.” You righted yourself and moved toward the door of your own volition. “The whole being married thing makes sense, but I don’t think I asked why that was a stipulation?”
“Proprietary infringement.”
“Uh…” You stopped just shy of the door.
He caught the handle and opened the first set for you. “While I own the rights to my technology, it is created using a government facility and funds. They opt first rights to purchase or a portion of the proceeds.”
This was the part of his job you hadn’t asked much about. Both because it always seemed exceedingly heady and because he was consistent in how it was above board. Preparing yourself for what was to come, you scurried forward to get the second door. “Couldn’t I just steal your ideas as your spouse?”
“We have a prenup.” He explained, passing with a smile.
“Ironclad.” You spoke appreciatively. “I assume I get nothing?”
“You get cared for for the rest of your life.” He stopped short and, as part of the performance, you moved to saddle up to his side.
He offered his arm and you took it. “Well, look at you.”
He gave you a glance before assuming dominating purpose as he walked you into the nicest building lobby you had ever seen.
“Can I keep asking questions or will I need to be silent for this part?” You whispered to him and tried to hide your mouth against his coat.
“You’re free to say anything you like. Imagine this…” With his free hand he pointed around to your badge. “…as your diplomatic immunity.”
“Not as flashy as a glowstone.”
“True.” The slightest smile appeared between his stoic lips.
“Couldn’t I just sign some non-disclosure agreement if we were dating?”
The receptionist stood as you passed.
“They would want to interview you, procure it themselves, along with a background check and other invasive research.”
“But married, I get to skip that?”
“Me? Marry?” He gave you the faintest wry look. “They do business with me. They know the lengths I go before allowing written transactions..”
“Meaning you already did it when we were dating didn’t you?” You shot him an annoyed look as soon as you reached the elevators.
“Obviously.” He stepped away enough to scan his card which highlighted the panel purple before summoning a ride. “But before: After our first meeting, before my promise.”
“I love that you still abide by it.” You bumped him as he returned to you.
“I swore.”
You snuggled into him.
Trapped by some type of unsaid agreement, he responded with his aura instead of physically.
“Are we being recorded?”
“Yes.”
“But you’re not worried?”
“No.”
“That I’ll say the wrong thing?”
He gave a sigh as if it couldn’t be helped before turning and crouching in one swift move to get to your eye level. “They use my technology in the systems.”
You blinked with recognition.
“You are free to do whatever you like, there are no real records.” He caught you in a kiss so fast that you couldn’t respond before he returned to his original position at your side just as the elevator arrived.
You followed him in with heated cheeks and waited until the doors closed until you spoke again. “If the words don’t matter, why are we acting then?”
“Image. Your comparison to Big Mama’s gala was not inaccurate.”
“They’ll jump on weakness here?”
“Not dissimilar.”
“Ah.”
He squeezed your arm and finally pressed the button.
“Hey!”
He hummed an amused response.
“We were just sitting here!”
“A moment of peace before the lion’s den.”
“That bad?” You studied his profile.
“Hardly. You’ll find it boring, I imagine.”
“It’s yours, I doubt that.”
He looked away and your smile simmered. “Hey, Don?”
“Yes?” Only mild resistance kept his gaze.
“Want to talk about marriage?”
You felt him similarly stiffen as he had outside.
“We said we’d discuss it. Why not now?”
“I’m going to marry you.” He spoke firmly and straight ahead.
You nodded a little too enthusiastically and your heart leapt to match.
“What kind of proposal would you prefer?” The floor dinged and opened up to a gorgeously sleek lobby.
Two receptionists at a desk stood and bowed their heads.
“Donatello, sir.”
“Welcome back.”
You tucked in, feeling shy.
He strode past them without a response.
Passing through another key access, you then stepped into a darkened room lined with white neon.
“You’ll be scanned.” Donnie explained.
You nodded and he stepped away from you to take a neutral position.
Watching him, you did the same and waited for some kind of laser to dart out.
None came and instead the room beeped before light lined the next door’s silhouette against what had looked like a flat wall.
Donnie offered his arm again and you took it.
He led you straight through with a push to the rectangular cutout.
It opened up to a bustling lab where your eye was tugged a million directions. Cleanly and stark, the room opened up to what felt like hundreds of stations. Some hermetically sealed in glass and other’s open air, you saw firsthand what Donnie had meant by an army of grad students. Dozens of variously suited scientists were working in tandem amongst all sorts of projects.
Then, very much like a movie you’d once seen, one of them caught sight of Donnie.
Stopping dead in their tracks, the clipboard in their hand went slack as they openly stared.
Beside you, you felt Donnie brace himself.
Like a tidal wave, awareness washed over the entire lab. Every single person who could feasibly stop, came to a halt and stared in your direction. Knowing the eyes were actually up and to your right didn’t help how eerie it was to watch everything come to a standstill at his very existence. Machines continued to whirl and other little things made sound, but the lack of speech made the space feel barren.
A clacking shattered the mystique and you found a man with features as sharp as his shined shoes clicking towards you at an alarming rate.
You could feel mild irritation waft off Donnie so you prepared yourself for the man’s arrival.
With his gaze ahead and a leather bound planner in hand, as he passed, it was as if he were dismissing the scientists. Each station he cleared allowed them to resume their duties though it was clear they were still on edge.
When he was only a few feet out, Donnie hailed him. “Spencer.”
“Mr. Donatello!” The man opened his arms up from the pressed and cuffed pinstripe shirt he was wearing. It was carefully tucked into his pants where their pleats were so crisp you thought they might crunch when he sat. A touch of color popped socks between the bottom of his slacks and those shiny shoes of his that you found to be his trademark.
“Y/N. Spencer.” Donnie introduced without taking his eye off the man.
“Nice to meet you.” You responded dutifully.
“You as well!” Spencer turned and gave you a form of a bow. “I had no idea Mr. Donatello wed.”
“Not pertinent.” Donnie dismissed.
“Y-Yes, well!” Spencer, half turned out and gestured to the lab. “Welcome, Y/N to Genius Built, the pioneer of tomorrow's breakthroughs! At the forefront of innovation, we deal only in technological marvels that stand as a beacon of hope and advancement for humanity. We are not merely a company; we are the architects of the future-”
“This is a tour, not a pitch.” Donnie cut the man off.
You could almost see a vein bulge in the man’s forehead. “Not that you aren’t thorough sir, but you often don’t articulate how incredible your company is…”
He did not.
You debated ratting Donnie out.
You hadn’t even known the terrible name he’d chosen for his brand.
While his unreadable aura said little to others, you knew the micro reactions all too well.
He had read your mind and felt your supposed threat.
“I can handle the tour. You have a press junket later that I imagine you need to prepare for.” Donnie readied himself to depart.
“Oh, no. My schedule was actually cleared just for this occasion. You had been trying to get this particular guest in for months now so we pulled out all the stops!”
Donnie’s face betrayed nothing and this man had no regard for his own safety.
“You know how it is with a new ball and chain!” You spoke up and your voice caused surprise to break over Spencer’s features. “I’ve been nagging to me see where he works!”
As if put onto some secret information, Spencer leaned into you. “I see, I see! Newlyweds are like that. I remember when my wife and I first married, she wanted me to take her everywhere! Thank goodness that’s over, but just like you back in the day, I had to put my foot down! I told her, ‘honey you know I’m not allowed’, but when you’re the boss like Mr. Donatello here, I suppose he met his match!”
You had far too much experience in dealing with men like him and gleamed the fakest smile you could.. “It’s about respect.”
Spencer took it wholeheartedly. “I suppose I can hang back, but you need to message me the moment you need a thing! Water. Boop! There I am with sparkling, mineral, alkaline, spring, you name it! Lunch? Already got 10 order options, zip! Ready to go!” He feigned pulling far too many guns out of an unreasonable amount of holsters before laughing at his own miming.
You did the same.
Donnie felt just shy of ripping the man to shreds.
“Best of luck to you then.” Spencer sent the most half-assed salute to Donnie. “You know where to find me, sir!” He then waved multiple times as he started to click back to wherever he had come.
Donnie might have doubled over if he were anywhere else.
“You okay?” You turned into him to hide your worry.
“What was that?” He scanned your face with inherent malice.
“Corporate bullshit.” You gave a tired smile. “Feed their inbred misogyny and they’ll eat it up and leave.”
“Seems unlike you.”
“Easier that way. PLus, he left, right?”
“This is what you deal with at work.”
“This is what most people deal with at work. Not even white collar, there’s assholes like that in charge of most businesses bigger than 15 people.”
“He’s a glorified floor manager.”
“What’s his title?”
Donnie’s snout wrinkled. “Something like Senior Demonstrations Supervisor.”
“Corporate bullshit.” You shook your head. “I don’t and would never feel that way about being married to you.”
Donnie’s gaze softened, clearly you smoothed the thing that had most bothered him.
“Sorry for springing that.”
“He was sprung on me. I should have known they’d have sent monitors.”
“Hall monitors.”
Donnie chuckled.
“We’ve got passes though.” You reached out and tapped his badge.
“This is why I drop in unannounced.” He covered your hand with his and brought it up to his lips for a chaste kiss.
“Mr. Donatello,” you gasped, pretending to be swooned.
“Indulge me as I show you the steps in which we arrived at our soil solution?”
“I thought you’d never ask!” You stepped back to his side in an exaggerated way and he led you through the lab while explaining the different stations. From the few things Spencer had said, you found the man’s explanation to be oddly accurate even though it seemed as generic as any other. Genius Built dealt in nearly every kind of technology you could think of. From a room that was manipulating bacteria to harmlessly eat up microplastics to a mask that captured CO₂ in strips that could be later planted into soils. “These are all your ideas?”
“Not all.” He turned with pride from where he’d been evaluating some new type of trash bag. “There are pitch days throughout the year. I advise and refine projects. If adequate, I’ll then fund them.”
Genius Built was a conglomerate in its own right.
“They retain rights. The benefits of scientists working under a fellow.”
“You know what it’s like.” You rounded the other side of the table where a masked worker smiled at you with her eyes as she monitored a centrifuge.
Donnie only nodded, his eyes still caught on the station’s work.
“Nothing big.” You edged toward the end of the table where there was a wall of data. “I’m not interested in you taking over all the Times Square billboards to pop the question.”
There wasn’t a sound, but you heard a researcher ask if Donnie was alright.
You heard a flap of his coat that said he waved it off as he marched straight over to you.
“Think I forgot?” You gave him a half turn of your head.
“I’m torn.”
“You sort of want me to cause of the majesty of this place?”
“Exactly.” He came in close and pointed to some numbers on a page. He then projected his voice in a way you knew wasn’t meant for you. “These are wrong, it might be why you’re not getting the right emissions capture.”
“A-ah!” The whole team scurried over to the wall. “S-So sorry Mr. Donatello. We’ll c-correct that right away. Thank you!”
“Who reviews your work?” He turned to look at the closest person with a little too much of his height.
The woman with the clipboard flipped a page. “Team… A-23.”
Donnie turned with a motion for you and you gave the group a sheepish look as you followed after. Presumably heading to said section, you were surprised when he tossed something over his shoulder at you. “Something small?”
“Something meaningful.” You lobbed right back and you watched him try to hide his smile.
“Timeline?”
“After you can properly say you love me.”
Donnie stopped dead and you almost ran into him.
Wary of those watching, you moved to touch the back of his arm. “That doesn’t mean you have to rush it.”
He didn’t respond.
“Hey.” You circled to his front and found his face similarly frozen. “I can hear you. Your gears are turning because you think you’re the one holding us back.”
He gave a single nod.
“You aren’t.” You touched his arm again, this time with more force. “Us not being married is nothing less than us being.”
You watched his lips part for a disagreement.
You got hold of his appendage and slid right down until you caught his wrist. You then pulled the limp thing over to your mating mark, concealed by your clothes. “Marriage is nothing but a piece of paper and tax breaks.”
“It’s a pledge of commitment.”
You stepped closer to capture his lowered eye. “I’m not saying we don’t. I’m saying we don’t have to rush. Aren’t we committed already?”
“I want them all.” His pupil darted to you. “Every way to say you’re mine and I’m yours.”
It was too much. You buried yourself directly into his plastron and his coat swept around you as he held you there.
“What if I’m never able to say it?” Nothing was blocking his lips, but the question sounded muffled.
“Then-” You spoke into him before thinking better. You lifted your head, keeping your chin rooted to him and stared right into his eyes. “-you don’t and we’re not less and we become common law married whenever that kicks in.”
He gave a warped smile. “No exception?”
“No.”
He dipped down and you thought he might kiss you but he instead pressed his snout to your hairline. “Good, don’t change.”
You buried into him for one last squeeze before pulling away. “Time to berate Team A?”
“That’s a strong word.” He mused, following after even though you didn’t know where to go.
Instead of correcting you, he just swerved toward the right direction and you had to switch footing to follow. “How long were you thinking until you asked?”
“I’ve no plan in place other than intention.”
“That’s surprising.” He changed course again so you gave up and returned to his side.
“We said we’d discuss.”
“Sweet thing.” You caught his arm and pressed into him.
“Prenup, what kind of wedding?”
“Nothing crazy, it’d be nice to do the whole walk with family and friends followed by a party. The food is never as good as you’d hope though. You?”
“No preference other than legality.”
“You just want proof.”
He gave you a rueful look before he slowed.
“You sound like you’ll frame it.”
His expression intensified with an arched brow.
Feeling more eyes than his own, you looked out to find what you presumed to be Team A-23 staring back owlishly.
In an easy step, he moved away to evaluate each of them openly. “Who proofread Team E-64’s calculations?”
One researcher ousted the other before they could and it became a whole display. Not checking out exactly, you instead mused on what kind of boss Donnie was. You imagined most people would call him 'hard, but fair and that the general consensus was that he was terrifying. You doubted there was some kind of soft side lobby and instead if he was kind to one of them, he did it casually which would leave said party blinking over what had just happened. You imagined those who experienced it wouldn’t share as it seemed too outlandish to be believable. His kindness was a water cooler ghost story that had probably been hotly debated before being lost to the annals of work lore.
Returning found one of the researchers off to the side talking to Donnie. You couldn’t remember if it was the tattle tale or the guilty party, but one of the other scientists caught your eye. They waved you over and you approached cautiously.
“Wanna see something cool?”
That was a sentence typically for school kids between classes and not highly funded researchers. “Sure.”
“We just had a breakthrough with our adaptive technology.” She gestured to the table and you found a petri dish with what looked like goo in it. Already suited up, she reached out a thick glove and just as her finger hovered over head, the glob tried to reach for her.
“Is it alive?” It reminded you of a viscous version of Donnie’s battle shell.
“Nope, it’s transformative nanotech.”
You felt it must be a lesser version based on the reaction, but that didn’t make sense. It made you wonder if Donnie kept certain inventions to himself. That made a sort of sense, but, knowing him, releasing something subpar went against his character. “Huh.”
Even through her suit you watched the woman’s face drop. She then turned to her coworker and shared the misery before both of them started whispering.
“You okay…?” You felt like maybe you had said something wrong.
“We… we…” She glanced over and you followed her eye to find she was checking that Donnie was still preoccupied. “We have a bet going to see who will impress you the most.”
“Me?” You pointed at yourself. “You mean him, right?” In a flick, you turned the hand into a thrown thumb toward your partner.
“No, you.” She gave her own gesture to send the point home.
“Crystal!” The other woman scolded.
“We’re out! Who cares!” She snipped back, approaching you. “Impress the boss’ spouse?”
You nodded with understanding.
“There’s facial recognition software that tracks customer satisfaction going live later this month. The teams came together to do the final testing with this.”
“The cameras are tracking my reactions…” You mumbled and wondered how that worked with Donnie manipulating the records.
“Yup!” She then seemed to think better. “Huh… it sounds sort of invasive now that I say it outloud…”
“It’s been invasive!” The other woman elbowed Crystal in the side. “Why do you think it took so long to get through legal!?”
“Legal?” Donnie’s voice asked above you.
You glanced to find the man Donnie had been talking to now absent.
“S-Sir!” Crystal took a wary step back. “W-we had a breakthrough with the nanotech!”
Donnie glanced over you and then the Petri dish. “Demonstrate.”
She did, but Donnie’s lips began to move before she even got the substance to reach for her.
“This is a basal reaction at best.”
“Well the substance you brought-”
You watched as the rest of the team's eyes shot toward Crystal, but her head was down and buried in wording her response.
“-hasn’t been reacting as projections indicated.”
“As indicated.” He took a step forward and she shrank further down. “From my data.”
“We believe it’s the lab setting!” The woman who’d scolded Crystal gave a shaky step forward.
His head cracked to her in an unsettling way. “Inferring I neglected such variables.”
“I-I wouldn’t say that.”
You chewed the inside of your lip.
“I’m pulling the lot of you.”
The team had complaints on their lips, but not one slipped.
“Report to Spencer. Send me your data and my own. Consider your project audited.”
In a defeated filing, they left everything as it was and trudged toward where Spencer had gone.
Donnie looked over their space before stepping into it. You watched as he washed up in a sink before putting on part of a suit. Two fingers loose, he reached for the glob the same way Crystal had which yielded the same result. He sneered at the object before trashing his protection. He then stepped forward and stared at their data with only the slightest movements before you dared to approach. “It’s been taken into account.”
You searched his profile.
“Their contest. I not only knew, but orchestrated it in a way.”
“What?”
“They’re always looking for something.” He reached up with a marker he procured from somewhere and started marking up a page. “A leg up on one another. That’s not why they work in shared space.”
“No?” You resisted the urge to look over your shoulder.
“No.” He frowned and tore another page down. “The reason why I have them proof across their fields is to inspire one another.”
“Does it work?”
“Not when finance and marketing step in.” Creasing another page with a back and forth flap, Donnie ripped a section off and made some notes on it.
“Competition is good for money.”
“It’s like they forget the product is what actually makes it.” He sighed and held out a wad for you.
You took it only to watch his eyes glance sideways. Following it found a waste bin and you threw a shot which landed.
He gave you an approving nod before continuing on with notes.
“You got off track.”
He paused mid zero and thought for a moment. “Yes, the contest.”
“You’re going to mess up their test run.”
“It didn’t make it past legal.” He crossed something out.
“That’s not…”
“I know.” He turned toward you and you realized that was the point.
Someone in the company was forcing it through.
He returned to the board. “I will not have my brand tarnished for the sake of dividends.”
“So…” You lowered your head to think. “If you knew, why not just tell someone? You have final say, don’t you?”
“This isn’t my technology.”
“Oh, it’s from one of the pitches?”
“Yes.”
“Why not tell them?”
“They know.”
Your gaze shot back to him.
“It was already on my radar as said creator had been forthcoming about setbacks throughout the process.” He gave a sigh and stepped back to view all the work as a whole. “That’s why this team is a lost cause and will be split up. They bring out the worst in one another.” He gestured his pen to a page with many angry red marks. “In just the last few minutes I’ve caught 12 errors all stemming from a choice here.” He tapped a large circle. “Where there was a change to my composition formula, presumably because it took time to synthesize. It’s sloppy. It’s pathetic. It’s telling.”
“If they had been upfront…?”
“Their jobs wouldn’t now be on the line.”
You gave a faint nod before your brow furrowed. “So this-” You gestured to this station. “-wasn’t planned, but controlling the contest to sabotage the scanning software was?”
“Correct.” He capped his pen and set it on the desk.
“You always made it seem like you’re pretty off hands with this place…”
He inched towards you. “In a way I am.”
“Sounds like you micromanage and monitor.”
“I do.”
You looked at him with a questioning brow.
A light bulb seemed to go off. “I see.”
“Mhm.”
He crept up to you and covertly slipped a hand around your waist. “I have a plant.”
“You’re acting suave, but again, this is your company!” You playfully slapped his plastron.
He came down with a sort of timbre. “I could tap the tapes, write an algorithm to scan for me, and have S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. monitor, but I find that beneath our caliber.”
You hummed and waited for wherever he was leading.
“An interesting case. A brilliant mind, albeit less than my own, with whom I tangled with once before we saw to it to collaborate as long as our interests aligned.”
“Another villain?”
“His juvenile records were sealed, he became better at not announcing his presence as he got older.”
You tilted your head, genuinely curious.
“Graduated MIT at 15. He’s renowned in the robotics world.”
“He’s human…”
He nodded.
You blinked, there were more evil humans than mutants or yokai in the world, but you’d never heard Donnie mention one.
“He’s not physically here of course, but on paper he runs the security company contracted with us.”
You were pulled flush to your boyfriend.
“Baxter Stockman formerly Stockboy. In this position he believes he is skimming trade secrets from me, but it’s a case of making use of enemies’ proximity.”
“Keep your enemies closer, you mean?”
He grinned.
“You’re talking like I should reward you.”
His lips faltered.
“Maybe if I knew who that was or had some kind of reference…” You brushed his cheek.
Falling further by the second, he almost skipped an outright frown to pout. “The description was clever.”
“Very.” You added your other hand to cup his face and coax him down.
His head lowered as he sank to sulk.
You kissed his forehead. “Very cute too.”
He lounged in your attention for a moment longer until he seemed to remember your location. He then lifted his arm and checked his tech gauntlet. “There’s still time. Let’s continue.”
Back to examining the stations, word must have spread because there were no further demonstrations. Instead, you observed nervous teams and saw others rapidly checking their work when they thought Donnie’s back was turned. For those with some level of confidence, none was enough to completely return to what you assumed was a normal day here. They only tried to do their best to continue their work under a scrutinizing eye. The quiet was filled as Donnie added notes about what were his ideas and you could tell he was itching for some praise. Holding off, you were soon ushered into Spencer’s supposedly lavish office for lunch. A glorified empty room with a desk, the only thing that set it apart was a floor to ceiling art piece behind his chair. You stared at it more than him as he yammered on, trying to sell you the company as if he’d forgotten you weren’t an investor.
Getting through a tasty morsel in spite of the company, Donnie eventually swept the conversation into a dustpan and essentially abandoned the man mid sentence as you left. With parting politeness that barely shaded bitter undertones, you then toured the more secure labs on the next floor up. It was glimpses through windows and almost exclusively Donatello branded chemical work. Reminded again of the early months with your partner, you imagined all these different facets were why he’d been so easily able to lie about what his job was.
Hitting the end of the room, you turned to Donnie for whatever was next when you found a shift in his demeanor. “Hey, you okay?”
“Yes.” He felt distant.
Leaning into him, you caught his eye.
He held it with a veneer.
“What’s up?”
“What do you think?”
“Of your lab? It’s amazing!”
He continued to stare as if you should say more.
“Um…” You cursed the sound. “Should I pick a favorite… or?”
He made a noise of understanding and his gaze plummeted.
“Thank you for sharing this with me. Working so hard to show me. Tech is part of you, like you said. This really is incredible, Don.” You pressed the plastron over his heart to accentuate your feelings.
“It’s not…” He got hung up on verbiage and closed his eyes.
You leaned against him to wait.
When he came to it was with a slow exhale. “It seems anticlimactic.”
“You think?”
“I’m not sure what I expected.”
“Not this?”
He shook his head.
“I’m sorry. I feel like it’s my fault. This is all really cool, but it’s not really my field. Plus, when you meet S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., it’s kind of hard to be excited about engineered bacteria.”
Donnie bobbed with a single puff of amusement.
“I will always be thankful you let me in.”
He kissed the side of your head before taking your hand. You thread your fingers through his and he leads you back to the elevator. Scanning in, you got into position only to watch him push and hold the buttons for both the floors you had already been to. Studying the maneuver, several seconds ticked by before they lit up purple. The elevator’s screen then read ‘BIO’ instead of a floor number and the elevator lurched in an upward climb.
“A secret floor…”
He only offered a side-glance as he waited.
Stuck doing the same, you tried to measure how far up you were going. It seemed to be the top, but there was a top floor button he could have pushed instead. Pondering it over and gleaning little, the elevator dinged its destination.
You prepared for whatever it would open to when Donnie reached out and held the closed door button with a single digit. “Do you remember when I told you I had somewhere better to show you?”
You glanced at the shut doors. “Um…?”
“Lake day.”
The day ran by on a warm tinted mini reel until you caught the mysterious moment. “Yes…?”
He tilted his head, obviously unsure of how to proceed if you weren’t as well.
You shook the confusion off. “No, I do, I just thought it was like… another lake, ya know?”
He only smiled and released the button.
Reminding yourself you were in an office building, you crept forward when he didn’t. With a slow lurch, the doors seemed to push against one another before opening up. What hit you first was a burst of humidity. Then came the earthy scents carried along by the heavy air. Flora and fauna, you heard birds chirping as you stared out into what appeared to be a dense forest. One of a tropical variety, skinny trunk trees thickened out with various widths of bush-like foliage. Stepping forward onto a wood plank path, luscious grass sprouted between each board where they led a curving hook to disappear into the brush. “How…?”
Donnie wasn’t immediately behind you and trailed near the elevator. “I, myself, am a scientific curiosity.”
You wanted to keep your attention there, but the sights and smells that starkly contrasted the height of autumn outside refused to let you go.
“The government wasn’t going to let that be no matter how incredible my achievements were.”
Head tipping back, you followed the canopy to a glass dome above where a lattice of white metal held it up.
“This simulates my species’ southern habitat.”
There was a snippet of a skyscraper peeking out of a corner of glass that you assumed was the actual top floor of the building. The clear roof had been constructed in a way that it probably wasn’t visible from the street. Working out the architectural mechanics for this, his leading statement finally hit you. “Did they try to keep you here?”
There was an odd weight to the faint smile on Donnie’s lips. “Surprisingly enough, no.” He finally reached the first plank and firmly planted both of his boots on it. “This biodome was created after lengthy negotiations. I imagine there were some that wanted it to be my next cage.”
You watched as the next plank was his exact step length away and he took to it.
“Their real purpose should be an obvious one: reverse engineer the mutative substance from my DNA and use it for the small-minded goal to make super soldiers.”
You imagined Donnie had already cracked the code on that, but a concurrent thought said that if he did he would have cured himself.
Stopping at the thought and just shy of the next plank, a new branching path formed..
If he could cure himself or anyone else, he would have done so to the other turtles.
It would be an automatic neutralization.
Squinting at the blades under shoe, you vaguely remembered when he’d talked about the source substance.
It was an ingredient used by that Draxum guy.
It was something older.
Something he hypothesized about.
Realizing you’d been lost to your thoughts for too long, you shot your gaze up to find Donnie studying you. You returned it only for a moment before deciding to voice your thoughts. “Which never happened. For you or anyone else.”
“Correct.” He took another step. “When the EPF fell, they attempted to reorganize, study the yokai and mutants they had detained. Something towards a roundabout and rudimentary understanding. If they could discern how many animalistic traits were present from the spliced DNA then maybe they could make a rough estimate, create their own.”
It was a stretch for your legs to make the next board. You’d have to make more of a hop to keep going.
“Pitiful understanding, but one with some semblance of sense for a party with none.” He strode past you until he neared the bend. “This was to be my break room and, when in here, data would be sent back.”
“And there were others?”
“Not here. Each held separately in similarly engineered spaces.” He edged the curve and glanced back at you.
“How long ago?”
“About six years.”
“Why is it still here?” You jumped a few planks to catch up.
“I fund it now. It’s mine. No more data. They lost interest quickly when they found they could do nothing with the information.” He disappeared out of your view. “Some scientists with actual passion did take to the data when it was released into the community. It greatly helped with species understanding and I believe staved two off from extinction.”
“That’s good…” You wandered around a bend that felt oddly like an terrarium.
“One must nurture true scientific passion.”
His voice sounded like a ghost, you chased after it through a winding green corridor before it opened up. The centerpiece of the structure stood an enormous pond dotted with lily pads of some kind. Greenery leached into its surface to get a taste and a mirror of the room reflected in its still surface. “This is…”
“My oasis.”
“I thought you’d never had a vacation.” Even with wide eyes you felt like you weren’t taking enough of the space in.
He chuffed and you could feel his smile. “I’m never here for more than a day. Too much to do. Never earned. More often I came here to reset or heal.”
You tried not to imagine a broken and bloody Donnie taking solace in this place.
“When it becomes too much. A minor sanctuary.”
Slicing straight through your imagination was an image of Leo losing himself to weights.
You wafted him away before approaching Donnie.
“Do you need keycard access to get up here?”
He turned to you and you felt relaxation waft off of him. “It has to be me. My existence opens this place. Not even the Darling Protocol works here.”
The rounding curiosity on your lips caused them to just barely part.
He had never said the name out loud to you.
“Is there any tech?” Your lids lowered.
He took the downturn in your demeanor by stepping close. “Only to maintain the habitat. Temperature mostly. Otherwise, it’s a self-sustaining ecosystem. What’s wrong?”
You shook your head. “This is incredible, Donnie.”
His furrowed brow said he didn’t take your diversion.
You could do little for it and instead walked up to the edge of the water. Kneeling down, you felt the soft soil underneath and skimmed a finger over the water’s surface. It felt sun kissed.
“Y/N.”
“It’s silly and has nothing to do with this place.”
You heard him step up behind you to wait.
Looking across the room, you felt an odd expression on your face as you whispered. “I don’t know how I feel about pet names…”
“Darling.” He breathed right in your ear and goose bumps ripped across your flesh.
He hummed with interest and skimmed where the hairs raised on your neck.
“Seems I can’t overdo it.”
You turned and caught his lips with a near tackle.
It knocked you both over into the grass where you kissed him further down into it.
You had to gasp when you finally were forced apart for air.
“Moderation.” He decided and craned an arm to shield his face.
“You’d tell me, right? If it was hard like a proclamation? You aren’t just doing it to make me happy?”
He shook his head, but kept his arm in place so it looked like he scrubbed his snout across it. “I called you it and others in my mind, but thought it too old fashioned.”
“What would you know about that?” You dipped down to kiss him senseless again.
This time he caught you and rolled over to dominate.
You pressed up from beneath and he allowed it with a little rumble of satisfaction. Giving up his lost ground, he switched to quick little puckers that caused you to laugh. He rose up onto extended arms planted on either side of your head and painted a gooey smile. You were surely returning it with a sugared topping and for a moment you were caught like that. Then he lowered down to nudge your cheek with his snout.
“Shall we?”
“Shall we what?” You adjusted his coat between you so it was dangling down your sides.
“You felt the water, is the temperature adequate?”
“Donnie, what? I was ready to go to a lab, not swim!”
He sent you a heated look before lifting off. You propped yourself up and watched as he took a few steps to the side before shrugging his coat off his shoulders.
“Don, it’s October!”
“Climate change.” He tossed easily as he half-folded his outwear on the ground.
“Which one of your stations is actively combating!”
“Until then.” He caught the scruff of his shirt and pulled it off in one yank.
“All the cameras are gone…?” You ogled him openly.
He rolled his muscles for you to watch before catching his wraps to unravel them. “As if we were in nature proper.”
“It’s hard to shake the feeling…” You looked toward the water’s clear surface. “We walked into a skyscraper. We’ve been watched the whole time.”
Donnie hummed and you heard him undo his belt. Not able to match him, you offered a partial commitment by taking off your shoes and socks. Checking for fuzzes between your toes, you then tested the water. It had a cool reach that might send a chill at first, but then you imagined you’d adjust quickly.
There was a thin splash and, by the time you looked up, Donnie was gone.
Wondering how deep this body of water was, you stepped forward until you were submerged to your ankles. Looking out with renewed déjà vu, you studied the surface for signs of him. Unlike the lake, there were no other disturbances so you found tracks around the middle of the water. Slipping your coat off, you left it behind as you bunched your pants up. It raised your hem so you could take a few steps forward. Finding the drop off relatively steep, you only made it a few feet from the shore before you couldn’t go further.
Donnie appeared with only his eyes above the water.
He darted left and right, staring you down.
“How is it?”
He didn’t respond and ducked under.
Smiling, you looked down to find little fish around your feet. “Ecosystem,” you mumbled to yourself as you squatted down to see if there were more.
Donnie couldn’t get too close, but you saw him swim up.
You tapped the water’s surface to get his attention.
He surfaced with a raised brow ridge.
“What if I’m not up to it?”
“Could I swim a bit?”
“Of course.”
He nodded his thanks and disappeared back under.
Readjusting the hold on your pants, you walked the perimeter. A birdsong cheered your move and there was a faint rustle among the trees. The space breathed life and you felt warm to your core. It was somewhere around the other side of the pond that you decided to shed your layers. Stepping out to strip, you stubbornly kept your underwear on before wading in, nice and slow. The water clung to you with cohesion and felt like a caress as your hips entered. Within a slip against the muddy bottom, you then submerged and threw your arms out to float. Losing the bottom quickly, you tipped backward until you were floating on your back and stared up at the lattice of glass.
There was the sound of only a droplet and you knew Donnie was beside you with an offering. “You didn’t have to.”
“I know.”
“Comfortable?” A trickle said he drifted to one side.
“Mhm.”
“You can sleep, I’ll keep an eye on you.”
“I’m not tired. I’m not sure.”
The water silenced as he thought before a tiny splash said he dove.
You were calm.
You knew why he’d said this place was a sanctuary.
Something about it wasn’t quite ethereal, but felt removed from the world. Even though a very short walk would return you to a world of mechanics, here you felt at one with the space. Closing your eyes and with your ears submerged, the sound of the water filled your mind. It was a steadfast current without true touch even while thousands of molecular hands held you up. Crowds surfacing amongst them, you saw a small bird fly overhead from one tree to another. The lazy smile on your face as a greeting, you imagined the fish darting around and eating algae or whatever they munched on. Beyond that there must be some kind of insects to help the plants thrive and the cycle of life occurred, from the sun above to leaf litter below.
Instead of righting yourself, you let yourself sink below the surface. It took maneuvering with your legs and a drop in your core, but you forced your eyes open as soon as you did. Silt was disrupted towards the other side of the pond, but you could otherwise see Donnie, settled at the bottom and looking the most like a turtle you’d ever seen him. His eyes weren’t closed, but you could only see the whites of them stand out against the brown bottom.
Summoning the last of your oxygen, you shouted out which created mostly muffled bubbles.
Rising among them, you were soon joined by your partner who looked as he usually did. “Are you alright?”
“What was that?” You pointed at your own eyes and heard the effervescent sound of your voice.
“Nictitating membrane.” He swam a little closer, but gave you space.
“What’s that?”
“Third eyelid.” He blinked and, in demonstration, you watched it descend and create those whites.
“Woah…” With a few flaps of your arms, you came right up to him. “So that’s what that was.”
“When?” He nosed closer in the water and blinked back his usual gaze.
“When you were sick. I thought your pupils were gone.”
“When I was sick…?” You could tell the question was less about the time and more that he hadn’t known that was a symptom.
“Yeah, Leo did it too when he got upset.”
“It is a form of protection.” Donnie shrugged, the guard of this place a shield forbid usual irritation.
“Kinda cool and scary.” With a rocking created by your proximity, you bobbed close enough to peck him.
“You’ve nothing to fear.” Testing fingers brushed your waist to alert you of him and you sent him an agreeable look. He then pulled you close until everything stilled once more.
The trickle of water slipping into the backdrop of the space, you traced his skin. With the water, it was slick and near frictionless so you easily glided a digit up to his shoulder. There you slowed toward the edge of his shell and he watched on patiently as confirmation. Throwing your arms around his neck, you let them dip down to where his carapace was exposed.
He caught your lips in a gentle kiss.
Pulling him closer, water shot out where it wasn’t welcome and the two of you pressed together. Comfortable and gentle, your lips massaged and you felt that warmth in your center multiply. Encroached in zen, the tone didn’t pick up, but you felt yourself moving. Using his legs along, you coasted through the water for a sensation that felt like pure magic. It enhanced the make-out and when you broke apart you had to nuzzle into him to chase the intimacy.
“I want to make love to you.”
You reluctantly pulled back, to check you’d heard him correctly.
“Here, now.” He kissed your cheek in question. “If that’s agreeable?”
You felt he was being silly and nodded. Reigning an arm in, you brushed your hand along his jaw to coax him to you.
He allowed only a few more kisses before he needed to swim with purpose. Holding onto him, you watched as he swam you over to what seemed like a carefully chosen bank. With little mud, spindly grasses dipped straight into the water. He swept an arm down thin blades until they formed what almost looked like a woven mat. They felt cushioned like a marshy throne as he laid you out on them. With your lower back against the bank, your hips and below still sat submerged as he poured over you.
Lips locked, each rolled a message of devotion. He grew reluctant, pulling fully away with each press, but returning for another until he gave the slightest shake to get himself in line. Your fingers skirted his slippery skin in a pet that ticked in time with your heart. The pitter patter of it sounded louder than usual as he lined kisses down the column of your throat. Reverent, the tracks lead down your sternum where a cupping roll of your waterlogged bra pressed up around his face as he squeezed from both sides.
Biting your lip to keep from laughing at the near juvenile groping, he flicked a heated gaze up where his snout was buried into your skin. It erased all comedy from the moment and changed your gnaw into something else entirely. Slipping fingers beneath the fabric, he forewent the clip and instead pushed the elastic up to free your chest. It marred your view and you squirmed your displeasure. Catching a nipple in his mouth, he got it between his teeth with a gentle bite that sent your attention upward. Head lolled at the move and adding a swipe of a scorching tongue for good measure, he sucked and, within the distraction, undid the clasp.
Lifting both arms, one at a time, the thing was removed and you were rewarded with attention to your other breast. Arching off the bank, his hand found purchase on your back to keep you raised for him. Swiping strokes of his digits kneaded your spine as he strayed from your chest with a few lasting nips before continuing his trek downward. Across the plains of your stomach, he licked a fat stripe over your belly button and you cried out at the heat differential.
He kissed you down from the high in time with laying you back down. With a wiggle you tried to get up out of the water to make it easier, but he carefully slid you back down the smooth weeds you were perched on. “In the water?” You gave a breathy question.
He only nodded as his mouth had found your skin again and he continued to taste. Caught between relaxing into the sensation and desperately wanting to watch him, you felt your elbows dig out earth until you could feel the damp soil turned. It was around then he reached the end of what wasn’t submerged and you watched on with surprise as he dipped below the surface to continue on as if there were no barrier. Kisses mixed with the water, you shifted at the totally different feel of them.
Like a smithy cooling down heated metal, his lips no longer scorched. Instead you felt the weight of them, different with each press. It seemed to have meaning and you could think only of Morse code from the way he kissed and nosed you. Surpassing your sex, he tortured you down into the depths as he mouthed along your legs until he left you completely.
Sitting up and digging further into the mud to do so, you found him doing a circling spin before he returned to you. It almost seemed like one of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s moves where excitement overwhelmed him and he had to do something aerobic to burn off the excess energy. He then breached the water as if it didn’t want to let him go. A being of the lake, he shot straight for your lips and within the lock he spread you for him.
Settling between your legs, you were pulled further into the water until your mons met flush with his plastron. He ground there, finding a good pressure and friction smoothed by the pond. Groaning into his lips, you had to break the lock and press your forehead into his. He agreed to the butting and stared a blurry visage into your eyes as he continued to rock against you.
Knowing there was no way scents were traveling from the water, he must have found timing from your expression alone as he let up right until it was becoming too much. He stopped there and you whined at the loss. Not ignoring you, but on some sort of track, he only adjusted the angle of your hips before his glans pressed to your entrance. “Inside…” A mumble came off your lips involuntarily. “Need you inside.”
He complied with his actions, but gave you only a short few agonizing inches.
“Donnie!” You protested, coming down from your eyes rolling back to find him drinking you in. “Y-you’re doing that on purpose. Please. Inside.” You wanted to kick him, but the angle was wrong so you dug your heel into his calf. “All the way.”
He gave an apologetic chirp into your throat which caused your toes to curl. “Want to take my time. Savor you.”
Continuing with bare thrusts, he dug his fingers into the bank around your hips to watch how each movement affected you. Giving him an unbarred show of your reactions, you heard little stunted peeps out of him. He soon found a suitable rhythm for his tormenting quarter strokes until you couldn’t take it any longer. Rolling an arch so your shoulders hit the bank, it brought your hips up enough so your legs could encircle him. You locked them there, but instead of forcing him in, you tightened nice and slow like a belt. He squeaked at the sensation and bottomed out just in time to press his lips to yours.
The kiss didn’t feed your hunger as much as your hands did. Suddenly starved, you both groped one another around your connection. Trying to get enough, you felt his nails scratch your sides so you did something similar along the top of his carapace. It caused him to violently buck into you with enough force that you gave a pained cry. A warning from your hip bone about to pop, he quickly caught the stem and adjusted it to ease the pressure.
You both apologized in time and made out for it.
It was against your lips, he finally explained. “Didn’t hurt, surprised. I’ve never felt that.”
“A good kind of scratch?” You mumbled in return.
He nodded in a way that shook your head along with his.
“I’m gonna do it again.” You told him and he readied himself by burying his cock deep inside you.
Having to melt under the pleasure for a moment, you adjusted and ran along the edge of his shell before moving onto the plain of it. There you tested the angles of your digits before dragging your nails upward toward his head. He exhaled long and sultry in a flexible bend to chase your fingers. Renewing for multiple swipes, you felt him nearly shake at the sensation until he had to cry out at the overwhelming sensation of it all.
Shooting upright, his eyes held molten cores as he hoisted your legs up. Breaking your straddle, he dug into the thick of your thigh and bent them back against where your hip had already put out its alert. Sending a fearful gaze as the tinge was still there, he sent that boiling look that somehow had enough room to ask for your trust. He had it, but you felt the need to remind him, “Careful…”
“Want to see you quiver-” His hips dropped easily in the water so his cock moved in you at an upward angle. “-shake-” With a few brushing strokes, he found a way to stroke your clit instead of plowing it. “-and tremble for me.”
You shuddered, head tossed back in an attempt to stay together.
“Now, dearest...” He scolded and pulled out as far as his spread would allow to wait.
You felt tears in your eyes as it took you a long moment to force your chin down to look at him.
“Who’s giving you pleasure?”
You tried to form his name, but he sank in the barest amount.
“That’s right.” Pulling your legs apart he snapped forward to bury himself and you cried out in ecstasy. “Not the dome. You watch me.”
Needing to hold as a means to center your focus. Quaking digits dug into his shoulders where you felt an unevenness to the skin on his right one. Dizzy as he continued to set a pace, you thumbed the texture in a way that you sensed was important, but you couldn’t place why. Within a few more thrusts, Donnie finally caught onto your distraction and slowed for what you imagined was a complaint. One didn’t come, but cohesion did and with it you refocused your vision to see what you had found.
Those many bite marks you had made left an obvious scar.
Forgetting all about the sex, you shot upright which tugged him along. With a stuttered croak, he sank down to accommodate as you furiously swiped over the three messy crescents. Openly rubbing the bubbled green skin as if they might come off, you were overwhelmed with joyous tears. “It…worked?”
Since you wouldn’t part your attention, he pressed his snout against your cheek so you could feel him nod.
“We haven’t done it somewhere bright enough since, I hadn’t…” You choked up and sent the overwhelming emotion to him. “I hadn’t realized that I finally-!”
He returned your gaze with lowered lids of adoration and you had to jump him.
It put you on top and you sank down his length in time as your bodies dropped into the water. Nerves rose as the level hit your breasts and you broke from the kiss to translate that. Instead of quelling the concerns, you felt him plant his feet and throw one paddling arm back to maintain his backwards lean. With him keeping you afloat, you used him as a ballast to ride him. Swallowing up little stunted noises and moans, you found a flow that barely agitated the water.
Suctioned together, you felt the methodical cranking of your orgasms. Building a brick at a time, you moved together until you were back on the bank. Hips not stopping once, you both felt each stretch and flex to accommodate one another as the coupling drew out. Not carnal pleasure, but a near spiritual one, the water caused a strange illusion where the barrier between your bodies became especially murky. Attentive in missionary, the only parts of you separated came from above so you could watch each other achieve that high.
Breathing the same air, you felt your orgasm so close it was burning up your lungs. Gasping for it, you caught him for a quick transference that left him the breathless one. Lower halves melting together to where you imagined it would be impossible to pick him from you, your matching mating marks lined up.
That thought being your last coherent one, you couldn’t hold his gaze any longer as he drew his strokes out. In a needless attempt to get even that much closer, Donnie folded over you the moment you came.
Whatever wasn’t already him, coiled around him in need.
A burst of white took your vision until a similar one went off in your belly. Filled by your mate, he pumped it good and deep while rutting you down into the bank. Long rubbed loose by your ministrations, you felt the soil give beneath you for a sinking squelch that you thought might swallow your conjoined bodies up. Having cried or screamed sort of psychobabble only obvious by how raw your throat was, Donnie grunted. He continued to drive his spent into some unreachable depths and didn't slow until he completely collapsed.
Panting against one another in an exact tempo, you felt little twitches rock you like an earthquake. Fumbling lips found each other and uneven presses garnered your strength. From there the dance became a coordinated one until you were able to twirl apart with enough grace to view your partner clearly. Caked with sweat, mud, and pond water, you stared up affections that were sent back down.
When he lowered, it was no longer to catch your lips but scrub against your skin. You returned it, rooting against his cheek and chin until his knees shoved off the bank. Feeling the too cooled water kiss your baked spine, you shivered closer to Donnie and he wrapped you up while scrubbing you clean.
“Have we tainted the ecosystem?” You murmured, splashing up some water to clear a smear of dirt from his shell.
“Christened.”
“Didn’t peg you for a worship type.” You shot him a smarmy look. You were given one back before he covered your lips with a tight seal and dragged you under the depths as your oxygen.
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Thoughts on Good Omens season 2 over all? I had a great time with it. I see some people saying the plot was kinda thin and the side characters boring, and I sort of agree, but I showed up to watch Aziraphale and Crowley so I didn’t really mind that the rest of it was nothing special. I thought they did a great job showing the strange limbo they’ve been in, where they’re closer than ever in some ways but still haven’t come to a true understanding. And they have such great old married couple energy the whole way through!
I had issues with the Lindsey aspect of the whole Nina/Maggie plot line because I understood Nina and Maggie being mirrors for Crowley and Aziraphale and Lindsey being a stand in for Heaven/Hell dictating how they should act but I was also like, I mean Nina is in an emotionally abusive relationship and to just kind of throw that in and not really do much with it and only use it as a parallel to Aziraphale and Crowley's situation is unfulfilling for me, otherwise I didn't really mind Maggie and Nina, I just kind of felt like there should be more filled in with them if they were going to be a fixture in the season.
In terms of Aziraphale and Crowley, I did think they did a good job in showing how close they've gotten with the details like Crowley knowing Aziraphale's tones of voice
or him being like I understood what you said in French because you've spoken about it for 250 years
or how Aziraphale will just tell him to order him a sherry and what I seem to naturally do with relationship dynamics like this one is focus on the person in the relationship whose feelings are evident and there and clear but not as plainly conveyed as the other. So, for instance, Crowley is the one who Nina and Maggie speak to
Crowley is the one who kisses Aziraphale
Shax speaks of Crowley's devotion to Aziraphale
I think the audience is a bit more aligned with Crowley coming to terms with how he feels than with Aziraphale because of direct lines like this
so I naturally focus on Aziraphale and his feelings for Crowley and how they're portrayed because I don't find it to be as plain as the aforementioned and therefore a little more interesting to observe, like the fact that Aziraphale has diary entries of his various adventures with Crowley (peak crush behaviour)
and that's why this is my favourite part of the season
because this, to me, says more about Aziraphale than Crowley, a) because like I said before, Aziraphale is positively tickled to be saved by Crowley b) making Crowley happy makes him happy even when they're in immediate danger.
So, what I found interesting about their dynamic this season is that while Crowley may "move too fast" for Aziraphale with suggesting running off together, in a lot of ways, Aziraphale is already comfortable with things we see Crowley coming to terms with in real time i.e. Aziraphale already knew in the 40s that they would always get each other off the hook (Crowley knew because he'd been coming through for Aziraphale for a very long time by that point as well but he's not comfortable with admitting it)
he was already comfortable with the knowledge he'd put his life in Crowley's hands, that he trusted him absolutely
or things like publicly showing some form of intimacy
and Crowley being like wait what?
and in that sense, Aziraphale is the one who pushes Crowley and is the one who's actually moving faster
even in the first episode while Crowley natural talks about them as a pair, he doesn't call attention to it
and when he reverts from talking about them as a unit to talking about himself
Aziraphale immediately calls attention to the fact that there is in fact a "them", he verbalizes it
and he has no problem admitting that he both needs and wants Crowley by his side
so it was interesting seeing these things and this intimacy and this personal development of acknowledging how much they mean to each other while they also have fundamental ideological differences that in the past had compelled the other to look at things from a different point of view but in the end (of the season) ends up ripping them apart.
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I remember when I was 11-12 and reading the Georgia Nicholson books, my favourite series at the time besides Harry Potter, and thinking there's NO WAY I’m going to be that silly when I’m a teen because I’m just too smart and sophisticated and cool (incidentally, all the things Georgia imagined herself to be) -- fast forward to 2021 and my almost 29-year-old self finding a diary from when I was 16 with the entry: "In my next life I want to be a monkey. They don't have skin problems, as they're simply very hairy. But a pampered monkey." which is PEAK GEORGIA NICHOLSON
#I also found an entry about wanting to marry my then crush and being so sad as there was no way we'd even get together#fast forward to 2021 in which he is MY HUSBAND#like#imagine telling that girl who wanted to be a monkey because she thought she had crappy skin#and despaired at not being able to marry the person she had seen maybe three times up to that point but was sure was the love of her life#and just felt so bad about so many things#that it does get better#this blows my mind#note to self and to anyone who reads this: THINGS DO GET BETTER#and if you write about them while they suck in a silly dramatic manner you can fondly laugh at yourself 10 years later which is always nice#this is probably too personal for me to share here but feeling emotional so#might regret later though
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the twilight series suddenly makes 100% more sense if you read them under a specific premise that, i contend, is heavily supported by the text:
Much like Amy’s diary in Gone Girl, the books in the Twilight Saga are verbatim reproductions of in-universe diary entries carefully and deliberately created and curated by badass unreliable narrator Bella Swan as a means to achieve immortality.
Prerequisite assumptions:
1) Bella actively and persistently wants to become a vampire, both diagetically and (I contend) non-diagetically. The average vampire novel format often fails to capture realistic human behavior in one highly specific area: the protagonists are frequently mortals who grapple with the choice of whether to become a vampire. This is stupid, because being a vampire would obviously be dope as hell; particularly in the Twilight Universe, where vampires are not required to take a human life to survive, and indeed, have the capacity to live full and rewarding lives while integrated* into the human community.
(*integrated-ish; see Assumption 6)
2. There are too many coincidences for Bella to have encountered the Cullens by sheer chance, only to be the ONE person that Edward can’t live without (due largely to the novelty factor of not being able to read her ding-dang thoughts.)
3. Diagetically, the Volturi don’t even know Bella’s psyonic gifts until New Moon, but we also know that the Volturi scour the globe for recruits to enlist into the protection of their governing body.
4. Nobody wants to be a voiceless cog in a bureaucracy.
5. Nobody, and especially nobody in high school, wants to be a high school student forever.
6. Vampires in twilight are, as a group, cartoonishly terrible at disguising their true nature.
7. Forks is a backwater town approximately 3.5 hours away from the biotech hub of Seattle.
7. George W. Bush and Dick Cheney can eat my farts and they deserve to be preserved in this snapshot of an innocent author’s mind slowly unraveling.
Proposed timeline:
In 1993, there is a key system meltdown at a improvised biohacking startup in Seattle, rendering all innovative genetic modification experiments into a puddle of brown sludge that nobody can figure out how to dispose of per Federal regs, since they don’t even know what it is.
The broke founder of the startup, who for the purposes of this timeline I will call Jeff Bezos because that’s who it was, eventually grows tired of all the discussion about what to do, and just pops it in a barrel, drives a few hours out of town, and dumps it in a pond.
Bella Swan, a small child, is hanging out at a park with her family friend Jacob Black (and a ton of his friends) when they all decide to wade in a slightly murky pond. Thereafter, they are transformed.
Bella grows up as a normal, highly powerful mutant with a +20 to deception checks and wisdom saves. She lives in Arizona, but up until 2002, summers in Forks. While in Forks, she picks up on the local lore about a family of vampires who don’t eat people.
Because Forks (population: 17 + Charlie’s mustache) is boring, Bella bones up on the only interesting thing about it, i.e. Vampire Hometown baybeeeee.
In 2000, George W. Bush gets elected president, and his evangelical politics and general bumbling ineptitude informs Bella’s opinions on authoritative governmental entities.
In 2001, the Cullens make their intention to move back to Forks known, but they take a while because they need to pack all their stupid graduation hats and volvos, etc.
Later in 2001, a psychic Volturi scout rolls through Forks to ensure that nobody within living memory recalls the Cullens, and notices an anomaly in the psychic field.
The scout goes to confront Bella about joining the Volturi, and Bella immediately clocks him as a vampire, because vampires in the Twilight Universe fucking suck at looking/acting human. This leaves the scout in a bind: she’s too valuable to kill, but she’s a pre-teen, and therefore too young to be transformed per Volturi authority.
The scout warns her he’ll have to kill her if she discusses the existence of vampires with any human. He then tells her he’ll be back in five years, and begins to sweet talk her on how good life will be when she’s a vampire, beautiful, immortal, powerful, etc. Bella asks if she has to kill, and dude says “nah, actually there’s a bunch of vegetarian vampires who are moving back here soon. Fucking nerds, but otherwise they’re doing well.” Bella is all about becoming a vampire, because Bella is a rational actor.
Bella moves to Arizona, and as the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq are unjustifiedly initiated, she recognizes that while she DOES want to be a vampire, she does NOT want to be a foot soldier in any war that she can’t support. She needs a plan.
In 2004, Bella is watching her step-dad’s minor league baseball game when it occurs to her. On her own, she’s a target for the Volturi, but if she had some people to watch her back, she might be okay. Of course, nobody fucks with the Volturi on behalf of some rando human. She’ll need to con her way into a coven who’ll have her back and also give her that +10 to constitution via vampiric transformation, which she desperately wants because she’s a rational actor. And where are the non-volturi vampires that might have her back? Fucking Forks.
Bella moves to Forks in 2004, and upon seeing the Cullens, she immediately clocks them as vampires even though they left their “we’re all vampires” booty shorts at home, because, as previously discussed, vampires in the Twilight Universe fucking suck at looking/acting human.
Bella notes that all the vampires but one are paired off in heterosexual bliss, and takes note of the straggler as a potential vehicle to vampyrdom.
Bella figures out that Eddie can read everyone’s mind but hers, because Edward Cullen fucking sucks at looking/acting like a human who can’t read minds. Bella further observes that Eddie has a huge undead boner for her.
She’s found her mark. Now she just needs to convince him that she’s better off as part of the coven than on her own. Problem: Eddie’s a self-pitying insufferably guilt-striken perpetual adolescent who keeps himself busy by feeling sorry for himself because he’s a vampire, angst angst angst etc etc. Also, I think he’s Catholic, so add some more guilt in. She’ll have to win him over by convincing him that they’re destined to be soulmates.
What does a vampire used to having complete insight into everyone’s mind but his crush’s want? A method to know what she really thinks of him. Bella begins writing a “diary” knowing that there’s no way in hell Eddie won’t sneak in and read it. So she Gone Girls it, and begins to lay a trap to lure him in. That first diary? Twilight.
This was just in the movie but a stoner chases her around with a worm on a stick. Nothing to do with this theory, I just like that part of the movie. Where’s my spinoff about that guy?
Eddie won’t give Bella what she wants (eternal life) by the end of book 1, even though she asks him to EXTREMELY POLITELY. Time to hit the diary with some more promises of undying love.
Bella reconnects with her old friend Jacob and the rest of the Mutated By Jeff Bezos Boys. Alas, they cannot turn her into a physically powerful sexy immortal with a bite, so she’s still stuck with plan A) win over a whole family of vampires with big Mormon energy. It’s the long con.
Edward’s angst abruptly takes a swing towards terminal. He’s absolutely your classic sadboy, perhaps because Bella now has one (1) friend that he knows about.
When Eddie begins to drift away on account of Angst, Bella conjurs up a secondary love interest who, coincidentally, is ALSO a sexy supernatural entity, and is much less coincidentally just Jacob.
We should establish here that Edward is like a 107 year old white dude and so even though Diary!Bella pretends not to see it, Metatextual Frame Story!Bella knows that dude is super racist.
Jacob Black is three things: 1. Like Bella, a mutant (although one with shapeshifting abilities), 2.one of Bella’s oldest and most trusted confidants, and 3. down to clown on an elderly teenage vampire who keeps stereotyping him. Sure, says Jacob, I’ll take the form of a werewolf. He seriously thinks we’re all just beastmen, huh? Hey look at me now, I’m Regis Philbin because this is 2005 and Who Wants to be a Millionaire is still sort of relevant. Sick.
Edward does not like that Bella has one (1) other friend. Bella and Jacob plot to use this to their advantage and lure Edward back on the wings of jealousy.
Eddie gets himself into trouble on account of Angst and poor communication, so Bella has to go rescue him from himself/the Volturi.
Aro finally meets her and gets to test her powers, which impress him. Now she’s back on the fucking radar.
I forget everything that happens in Eclipse, so i have chosen to omit that part.
Eventually she extracts a quid pro quo from Eddie; i’ll marry you if you turn me into a dracula.
We don’t really call ourselves that, Wet Blanket Cullen replies, entirely earnestly.
Bella gets married at 18 in 2006, and Eddie starts to backtrack his promise about changing her. This won’t stand.
Well, look, he’s an elderly guilty catholic/mormon teen who probably still uses super racist terms, but she’s stuck on honeymoon island, he has certain angles that work for him, and seriously what are they gonna do but fuck? Bella’s alternative is listening to her “husband” drone on about his interests, which are almost certainly Car, How Do I Post a Minion Picture on Facebook, and Licorice Used To Be a Lot Cheaper in the Good Old Days.
Whoops a fetus.
Bella recognizes that she’s GOT to have this baby: time’s running out, and Bella knows that at least two of the Vamps in her coven will cut ties if she terminates or otherwise fails to carry this baby to term because of the conservative religious subtext. She’s going to have to stick it out for 9 months, even though it’s a risky call.
Bella gets what she wants after giving birth. “My time as a human is over, but I've never felt more alive. I was born to be a vampire.” That’s a direct quote. Except now she’s got a (pretty cute and easy) baby that she desperately wants to protect from Turning Into A Vaguely Religious Cullen Dressed Head To Toe In Cream Colored Wool.
Bella decides to fake her own death and escape with the kid and Jake so they can form i guess a detective agency. Bella will get “killed” by the Volturi, move to Sydney, and open up shop, and Jake will take the kid after her a few months later.
They’re gonna need a reason why Jake gets the kid though, and there’s only one reason to do anything amongst the Cullens: a heterosexual love interest with a super problematic age gap.
Jesus, Jake sighs, is Eddie really going to believe I’m in romantic love with your actual infant? Does he really think that little of me?
Yup.
Bella tries to draw the Volturi’s attention.
Works too well.
The Cullens call up all their vague acquaintances, who are at least kind of fun. Particularly that one dude who keeps getting angry about British conduct during the American Revolution.
Well, fuck, now the Volturi are bringing an army to fight their ragtag army of Vampires Who Are Cool And Interesting Enough That We Can Safely Presume They Are All Definitely Gay. Bella can’t let those guys die, they’re the first actually compelling vampires she’s ever talked to.
Bella saves the day because she’s OP.
All the Cool Vamps start packing up to leave and Bellz almost goes with them, but the Cullens would just keep sending missionaries after her if they knew.
Bella finishes her fourth journal with the vague warning that the Volturi are still out there somewhere and they miiiight just try and get her.
Two days later, she stages a scuffle and gets the fork out of Fucks. Her journals are the only clue.
Sirius Black and baby nessie follow once edward has stopped sobbing into his cream colored sweater and moved on to Extended Power Pouting.
Bella recruits her own army of fledglings.
Bella stages a coup against the Volturi and succeeds.
Bella sits on the iron throne with a hot lady vampire on each knee and they all kiss and stuff.
Nessie I guess forms a post punk band?
Edward dies from aspiration of a brussel sprout that he ate because he just wanted to feel something.
Charlie and Billy get married.
Charlie’s mustache develops a cult instagram following, providing them with a modest retirement income.
Jacob shapeshifts into Bill Murray and is always crashing weddings.
Bella’s stepdad is off in the B plot this whole time winning the world series with the help of a kooky angel.
There. Fixed. My soul is at rest.
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For each member of the Cullens, what do you think it would take for them to realize the extent of how unhinged Edward is and what do you think they would do about it, if anything?
Well, we’re going dark places today, aren’t we?
Alice
Alice is already fully aware of what Edward is, she simply doesn’t care.
There are visions that Alice misses, Edward thinks Alice misses the vast majority of Biology due to being hyper focused on Jasper (and likely missed the school massacre that Edward was seriously planning) but there is a lot she doesn’t miss.
Every time Edward thinks about how great it’d be to smash Mike Newton’s head like a watermelon, every time he considers devouring Bella, every time he enters her room unannounced to stare at her while she sleeps unawares, the time Edward considers genocide of the Quileute Tribe because of Jake’s telling Bella a story he doesn’t even believe, Alice knows.
It changes nothing for her.
She roots for Edward and Bella’s relationship, not because she knows for a certainty it will work out, but because it might. And that slim might, where Bella Swan might survive and become Edward’s lover as well as her own Barbie is worth everything they put Bella through to get there.
Also damningly, Alice cares very little for how good Edward is for Bella just as she cares very little for Bella period. Bella is Alice’s excuse to party and a dress up toy, but Alice will cut contact with her to a) please Edward b) prove a point to Edward.
Worse, Alice will take Bella to Italy, a city where she knows Bella will be killed with a 90% chance upon entry, on the slim chance that they might prevent Edward’s suicide. Yes, she vaguely explains the risk Bella’s taking, but she doesn’t say it in clear terms nor does she waste much time arguing.
Edward is far more important to Alice than Bella.
What I’m getting at is, thanks to her gift, Alice is intimately aware of just what Edward is capable of. She doesn’t care. And yes, there’s something to be said that Edward, more often than not, does not act upon these futures and he shouldn’t be condemned for choices he does not make. However, he does make some of them, and Alice knows.
There’s nothing I think Edward could do to either inform her that she was gravely wrong in how she perceived him or drive her away. Alice would be disappointed he’s thrown the family into such disarray but most likely would try to steer him away from whatever choice would cause such a rift.
She would aid, abet, and enable him because that is what will keep the Cullens together. Which is something Alice very much wants.
Carlisle
Carlisle lives in a river in Egypt, the water is made of double think. There are strong hints that Carlisle’s family is not quite as gung ho or altruistic about the diet as he is. Instead of being appalled, Carlisle quietly lowers his standards, and gives enthusiastic applause when Edward does things like choose not to brutally murder the serial rapist who nearly raped Bella. This is big growth for Edward! He also takes measures like sending family members who have accidents to their victims funeral, in the hopes that something, maybe, might make them see humans as people worthy of life.
If you asked him though, he’d talk about how amazing his family and the Denali are for the diet, and how he’s so proud to be a part of this community that values human life. LOOK HOW MUCH THEY VALUE IT.
When it comes to Edward, I think Edward holds a special place in Carlisle’s heart. He was not only the first person he turned, but Edward left and came back, to Carlisle this signaled that he’d found meaning and purpose in preserving human life. More, Edward... is very good at hiding what he is and is desperate that Carlisle above all others never see it.
Rather than have a conscience, most of the time, what stops Edward from “you name horrific action” of the day is the thought of “What would Carlisle say?”
My point being, from the outside, especially to Carlisle, Edward truly does look like a noble soul. There are... flags, but they’re easily ignored or written off as issues with Edward’s emotional maturity.
Where Carlisle starts getting concerned is with Bella. Edward leaves for Alaska, great, Carlisle’s proud he was able to make that decision and know his limits. ThEn EdWArd CoMeS BaCK.
Edward comes back, in a week, nothing has changed, and he refuses to leave. Carlisle talks to him, Edward’s thinking he’s better than Hamburger and he can’t let her win, what he actually says to Carlisle is something along the lines of “I can’t run from my fears” Carlisle does an upside down smiley face then says, “Yes, you can, please do” And Edward doesn’t.
Things with Edward and this girl get progressively weird, but Carlisle is very proud that Edward sees the value of human life and not murdering a girl for being nearly hit by a van (this is how low Carlisle’s standards have become), and then Alice goes, “Oh, by the way, Edward is in love with this girl!”
Carlisle just sits there, “Alright then” and quietly puts aside his dreams of moving to a town where Edward doesn’t eat Bella Swan.
But I’m getting off track, this isn’t about canon where Carlisle can explain Edward’s actions away as noble but extreme, emotionally immature, and misguided.
Eating Bella’s not enough. Carlisle will see this as a tragic accident, something he foresaw, but something he assumes will haunt Edward for eternity. And, as it will haunt Edward for eternity (though not for the reasons Carlisle assumes) there will be nothing to make Carlisle question Edward’s character. He was young and foolish to think his limits were endless, but this was a tragic accident.
And it’s something, that in canon, Carlisle is hoping won’t happen but expects with helplessness.
I think there are a number of things that could do it. Had Edward eaten Biology, had he decided to defy Volturi law by eating Saint Marcus’ Square, but staying closer to the realm of possibility...
Had Edward forcibly aborted Bella, murdering her and her child in the process, or else if Renesmee didn’t have her gift, and Edward murdered her after her birth (assuming Jake didn’t get to it first).
Those actions cannot be excused away nor cannot be seen as tragic accidents. They are premeditated and evil, and yes evil is a strong word, yet here we are. This is Carlisle staring in the face of madness.
And that’s what it will take.
If Edward cheats on Bella, then while Carlisle is sad and disappointed, affairs happen and passion fades. More, Edward and Bella married awfully young and barely knew each other, this perhaps isn’t surprising.
If Edward eats a human Bella on the day she’s supposed to be turned, in very suspicious circumstances right at the last minute. Carlisle will know, deep down, but never allow himself to believe it. He’ll think Edward is utterly devestated and had let his guard down on that last day in anticipation of Bella’s turning.
This though, there’s no denying this.
I don’t believe Carlisle can kill Edward. Murder is not in his nature, and more, Edward is so dear to him. And now that this has happened, Carlisle would blame himself in part because surely, the human Edward Masen would never have become this.
He’d likely reach out to Aro. Eclipse has happened, but not Breaking Dawn, and more everything is in question. He has to know the truth from a man who has seen Edward’s very soul. He goes in person, likely tells Edward his plans, and Edward rages but that doesn’t stop Carlisle.
Rosalie (more on her below) would never forgive Edward, ever, she is done. She and Emmett likely go with Carlisle to Volterra to hear the truth of what Edward is. Esme stays behind with Edward, torn in half, but unable to leave his side in this time of crisis. With that, her and Carlisle’s marriage completely dissolves on the spot. Alice stays with Edward as well, which means Jasper does to, though this likely starts the gears in head and he begins to contemplate leaving his wife. Though I imagine he won’t act for some time.
By the time Emmett, Rosalie, and Carlisle reach Volterra the coven is broken.
If Bella survived, if Edward murdered Renesmee while she was out of commission for three days, then I imagine she too goes to Volterra. Not for truth, but so that Aro can murder her, because there’s no point in living anymore.
Emmett
It would have to be beyond the pale extreme because Emmett gets more hints than most of the family (i.e. Carlisle and Rosalie).
Edward doesn’t really confide in Emmett, per se, but he does say some pretty damning things on their hunting trip in New Moon and give off varying vibes of crazy. Rather than realize that Edward, perhaps, is dangerous, Emmett only gets the feeling that Edward might not be alright in the head. Mostly, Emmett doesn’t want to think about it.
So he gets to listen to Edward raving about how Bella could be crushed by a meteor, wondering why Edward even cares when two days ago he didn’t give a flying fuck about this rando tasty human.
To Emmett, Edward has been laughing madly to himself for days, is now a paranoid wreck, and is starting to creep him out but... Maybe if he ignores it, Edward will go back to normal?
Not helping is that Emmett doesn’t care about human life. He’s constantly telling Edward to treat himself and eat Bella, in a manner that suggests he vicariously wants to live through the delicious experience (as well as get Edward to calm down).
If Edward eats Bella, Emmett will slap him on the back and say “Good job, bro!” If Edward eats Bella after the whole “love” thing, well, that’s weird, but, uh, “Sorry, bro?” If Edward murders all of Biology...
Then Emmet might do a double take and think, you know, maybe something’s not right with Edward.
I think he’d suggest he and Rose take a very long vacation and wait for things to calm down. Hoping that, if he ignores this, it will go away and Edward will return to a... saneish person.
What Rose thinks is a different story.
Esme
There is nothing on this planet that could tear Esme away from Edward. Esme’s purpose in life, the thing that gives her joy each morning and each night, is her family which you can condense down to Edward: the best and brightest of all of us.
We see it in canon.
The day after Edward decides he’s in love he acts like a lunatic. The car smells like Bella, as he kidnapped her for a ride home (Bella did not realize she had, in fact, been abducted. Edward does for two seconds then says to himself, “No, no, this is--completely necessary. I’M A MONSTER”
Jasper, Alice, Rosalie, and Emmett get to ride home in this Bella smelling car. Edward keeps laughing, like he’s in an opium den, it’s fucking weird. Edward offers no explanation, the car always smells like Bella, what are you talking about?
Edward then skips to the piano, giggling to himself, and sits down to compose. An action he hasn’t done in years. He’s still grinning and giggling to himself, by the way. Alice joins him at the piano, being equally cryptic and weird as usual. For some reason, Rosalie leaves the room in complete humiliation and shame. This is never explained to anyone watching.
Esme is sitting in the room, taking this all in, and thinks nothing. Instead she smiles, at beautiful Edward, and asks him to play the song he composed for her. She’s so glad to see him filled with joy again. She tells him that he is the best and brightest of all of them.
Esme later gives Edward her pretty much express permission to eat Bella if the girl is causing him such pain and misery. Luckily for Bella, Edward’s in love. So he passes on that and assures Esme the most wonderful thing has happened, he is in love.
My point being, Edward could drop the corpses of the students he murdered in Biology so he could more efficiently eat Bella at Esme’s feet and she wouldn’t blink. It wouldn’t even process for her. Esme would continue carrying on as Esme, nothing changing, while the rest of the family stares agog at the city Edward just murdered.
There is nothing Edward could do or say that would ever change Esme’s mind and she will always treat him as her favorite child.
Jasper
With his gift, I imagine Jasper suspects. Edward loathes Rosalie, despises him, and his feelings for others are... strange. He holds indifference and contempt for mankind and when it comes to Bella. Woof, what a cocktail.
He has no proof though, but I imagine if the smallest thing comes into his lap, that suspicion would become a certainty.
As for what he’d do, it’s hard to say.
I think, in most scenarios, he’d look the other way. Yes, Edward is a monater, but Jasper to is a monster if for different reasons, he has no room to judge. More, Edward is in many respects the heart of the Cullens, far more than Japser himself is. If Jasper goes causing strife, making accusations the others may or may not believe, then the coven could collapse.
This place, these people, are what Jasper thinks he’s been searching for all his life. For the first time, he knows peace, and is trying to live a life where he doesn’t persist in agony every time he succumbs to eating. Jasper is not going to risk that falling apart, even if he finds Edward unpleasant.
And if Edward keeps it to himself, or if the occasional human is the victim, then that’s a price Jasper is willing to pay.
Jasper might actually get concerned when it comes to Bella. For all Bella’s not very close with him, he holds her in very high regard. He nearly devoured Bella, and she forgave him, she forgave him his monstrously brutal past and has never flinched from him. She is a reminder of what humanity can be and why it’s important.
If he realized the threat Edward is to Bella, not just in eating her, but on a level much darker than that, then he might start to act and would probably try to get Bella to leave while she could. However, he also likely knows Bella would never listen, because she doesn’t see what Edward is and nothing would convince her otherwise. Not to mention, as soon as Jasper knows, Edward will plot against him so that no one in the family will ever listen to a word he says.
Not to mention that Alice, of course, must know and doesn’t care. That will be quite the blow to Jasper taking any action.
Barring extreme circumstances, Jasper does nothing, he just watches and waits to see what the others do.
Rosalie
For all that Edward doesn’t bother to be nice to Rosalie, and is ready to lay into her at a moment’s notice, he’s very dear to her. He is, in all regards, her brother and she cares for him deeply as she does the family as a whole.
Rosalie has no idea what he truly is and it would take a lot for her to accept it. More, unlike Carlisle, although she prizes human values and tries to hold herself to human standards her morals have slipped enough that she genuinely advocates murdering Bella Swan in her sleep so that Rosalie won’t have to move.
Murdering Bella won’t be enough, Rosalie will see it as the accident that could have been avoided if Edward hadn’t insisted on being a fool.
I think, for Rosalie, the best way to drive it home would be a sexual crime. Had Edward forced Bella’s abortion in Breaking Dawn, that would have done it. First, it’d be such a messy, bloody, affair at that point and would look like a horror show (which means Edward’s more than likely to eat Bella in the process). Second, this would be Edward taking the child that Bella wanted, tearing it from her and murdering it, and performing the most vile action that Rosalie can likely even contemplate.
I don’t know what she’d do, I don’t think Rosalie’s capable of killing Edward, she cares for him too much, even after something like this. However, I think she would make an ultimatum to Carlisle “either he goes or I go” and then would never speak of Edward again, he’s dead to her.
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OKAY SO OMEGAVERSE- can I please have Todoroki, Bakugou and whatever other characters you wanna write for when their omegas nest gets destroyed by something (maybe a friend, a parent, whoever) and they’re really sad about it? I just need some protective alphas rn. (Thank youuu)
Pairings - Alpha!Todorki x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Bakugo x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Kirishima x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Yaoyorozu x Omega!Reader, Apha!Ashido x Omega! Reader
Word Count - 9722
A/N - Wow, this took waayyy longer than I thought it would to write. But it’s also kinda long, lol Anyway, I really hope you like it! I had lots of fun writing it! Also, I’m going to apologize now to Denki lovers for the last one!
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SHOTO TODOROKI
Todoroki was a force to be reckoned with, especially where it came to his mate.
Nobody got to fuck with them.Much less his own father.
Endeavor had made it painfully obvious he didn't like his son's chosen mate.
Especially since they were a seat higher in hero ranking than Shoto.
He couldn't believe his own son had been outranked by an omega.
Shoto didn't mind, in fact, he was very proud of you.
He may not have known you in school, but your mother had embarrassingly boasted a laundry list of your accomplishments when you introduced him.
She also gave him a very detailed rundown of every single step of your hero training. Starting from a young age.
You could've died of embarrassment.
Shoto listened intently, taking in every single detail.
He firmly decided that you deserved your seat, maybe even a higher seat than that, and he made sure you felt proud of your ranking too.
Since your position pissed off Endeavor, Shoto always found a way to wedge it into conversation with him.
Anything to make the old crackpot flame.
It made family gatherings rather awkward and difficult.
Usually the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
As hard as Fuyumi tried to make things chill and normal, Natsuo and Shoto made sure Endeavor knew they liked you more than him.
So to say that your relationship with your future father-in-law was nonexistent was an overstatement.
Endeavor couldn’t stand being in the same room as you. Shoto refused to allow you to be in the room with him, especially alone.
The two of you were basically strangers connected through a mutual.
Honestly, it was stressful.
He was going to be at family gatherings, he would be at your wedding the following year, he'd be grandfather to any pups you raised - no matter what, he was always going to be there.
You couldn’t escape him. So you might as well make peace, right?
You had a bad feeling, but you couldn't keep walking on eggshells.
You made sure Shoto didn’t know what you were up to. And waited until you had a day off and Shoto was at work.
You already knew he’d disapprove of the olive branch you were trying to extend.
You and Shoto lived in a lovely house on the outside of the city where his agency was.
Shoto wanted it built as an early wedding present. You'd only been there for about six months.
It had large, beautiful gardens, a good amount of land, and a pond. It was your own personal wonderland.
Having this little spec of gloom in your personal paradise wasn't ideal. But you had to put a truce on this.
It was noon on the dot when a knock came to your door.
You were still not mentally prepared to handle this on your own.
You smiled as best you could and opened the door. “Enji.”
“[Name],” he said in disdain.
You bit the inside of your cheek. “Thank you for coming. Come in, the tea just finished.”
He glared at you for a long moment but then walked into the grand foyer.
Enji glanced around blankly. You couldn’t tell if he liked the house, or if he hated it because it was yours.
“Shoto designed everything,” you noted. He nodded at that. “Uh, the dining room is this way.”
You led him through the library and down a hall.
You opened the door, allowing him in first. He entered without so much as a glance at you.
“Take a seat.” You gestured to the two chairs where your lunch and fresh tea was laid out.
Endeavor sat stiffly in one, and you in other.
“The cooks Shoto found make the best food I’ve tasted,” you noted awkwardly.
Shoto had hired some staff to help since you two were so busy.
“For you, I’m sure,” he grunted but picked up his utensils anyway. “Thanks.”
You two ate in tense silence for a minute. Your heart pounded in your chest, it nearly made you gag with nerves.
You should’ve waited for Shoto.
You cleared your throat and took a sip of tea.
“I’ll be frank, Enji…” you started. “I asked you here to extend an olive branch.”
“An olive branch. Really?” Enji seemed more annoyed than ever.
“When Shoto and I get married, we’ll be family. - I’m not saying you have to like me. Or that we have to talk to each other. All I’m saying is that I want to make a truce. So we can be...civil?”
He grunted. “Does Shoto know you’re doing this?”
You shook your head. “He’d probably disapprove. But I thought I’d try. So if it doesn’t work out, he’d still come around. You know how he can be. He’d be even more furious with you, and probably wouldn’t go any family functions for a while.”
“You seem to know my Shoto well enough,” Enji noted.
You shrugged, laughing uncomfortably. “We’ve been dating for five years, engaged for almost two. So I’m hoping I do.”
After another few moments of silence, he asked, “May I use your facilities?”
You nodded and gestured. “Through that door, make the left, follow it down the hall, and it’ll be on your right.”
You cursed under your breath when the door finally shut. It was a relief being out from under those eyes. Away from his alpha stench. It was burning your nose, and making your eyes water.
You didn’t think anything of it until fifteen minutes had passed.
Had he gotten lost? Definitely not, right?
You left the dining room, going down the hall to find the bathroom door open and the room empty.
You followed the hall down and around and finally back to the foyer.
That’s where you smelled it. The undeniable scent of smoke.
You followed it up the stairs and down one wide hall and then another.
Your heart felt like it snapped in half as you watched smoke pour from the door with a sign (lovingly made by Momo) that read Nest Sweet Nest.
You launched yourself into the doorway. Sure enough, Endeavor was slowly lighting item after item on fire.
“What the -” you started, walking into the room with a sleeve over your face.
“I will never make peace with you,” he snapped. “Extending a branch without so much as consulting Shoto. How degrading and insulting to your alpha. And being outranked by an omega of all people. It’s disgraceful. Shoto deserves that spot you occupy. As well as an omega stronger than you.”
You felt something in you snap. And then you were consumed by overwhelming energy.
Your quirk had activated, and you hadn’t done it consciously.
The energy surge lifted you up, engulfing you in the form of a bear that barely fit in the room. Luckily the energy could be phased through objects if you wanted.
The translucent white-blue bear roared and growled at Endeavor.
“Get. Out!” you snapped from where you controlled the bear from within.
Endeavor shot fire at you. But the bear stopped it from entering your energy form.
You took the bear’s massive paw and swatted at Enji, pinning him under it.
Your bear leaned down, shifting into the form of a lion. It snapped and snarled at his face.
Endeavor showed no fear. Though you could smell it through the lion’s nose.
You picked him up in the mouth of the lion. Putting just enough pressure to pin and threaten him. But not enough to crush.
The lion and you squeezed through the door, swept down the halls, and back to the front door.
Your butler stood, waiting with the entry open. “I’ve instructed the others to put the fire out.”
You nodded at him, then squeezed out to the front path. The lion grew even larger, dwarfing the house.
“Consider this war, Endeavor,” you snapped, voice echoing through the lion. “All branches have been burned. And I will be telling Shoto.”
The lion tossed him out into the middle of the front lawn.
You watched as he hit and rolled across the grass. When he stopped, he pushed himself up and glared at you. Then he lit up and readied himself.
As soon as he launched into the air, he was caught in a flow of ice.
Only one person could do that.
Walking up the drive was no other than Shoto, home early.
You’d semi-lost your mind to the beast. A struggle you’d been having since your quirk emerged. Only rage made you lose your mind now.
The lion roared at Shoto, stalking up to him. But he showed no fear. You couldn’t even smell it on him.
He placed a hand on the lion’s snout, staring at it as blankly as ever. The lion sank into a laying position.
Shoto climbed up on it and forced his way into the energy field. Like you’d showed him, just in case.
He was pulled to the center, where you were. Immediately, he took you in his arms, cradling you against his chest.
You struggled at first. But calmed down at his cinnamon scent.
He rubbed your back and kissed your hair, pumping out comfort pheromones.
You felt the energy draining and you wrapped your arms around him in turn. With a sigh, the two of you settled to the ground.
“Shoto,” you yawned, your quirk completely deactivated. “You’re home early.”
“Got a call about a fire,” he grunted. “I can see why now.”
Shoto released his father, who hadn’t bothered melting the ice on his own. The two just stared at each other, then Endeavor left without a word.
“What happened? What was this all about?” Shoto asked as he hauled you off the ground.
You were worn out. Rage energy was much harder to control. It was much more draining than how it was when you did hero work. At least you had control then.
You explained the situation to Shoto. He was not happy, to say the least.
“What were you thinking? You should’ve waited -” he started to scold.
You couldn’t help the tears that flowed. “That’s not even the worst part. - Come see.”
Tiredly, you pulled Shoto up to the charred room that once held your nest.
Fond tokens of love and memories were burnt to ash. The blankets and clothes and pillows you’d hoarded were all gone now. Nothing was left of what was except the charred Nest Sweet Nest sign on the door.
“He...he burned everything,” you wheezed, wiping furiously at the tears on your cheeks.
“That bastard,” Shoto cursed under his breath.
He held you closely, glaring into the blackened room. He wasn’t going to let his father get away with this. But, for now, you were his priority.
He got you changed into clean clothes, then took you down to the entertainment room.
Shoto put on your favourite movie, had tea brought down along with snacks, and cradled you in his arms until you zonked out.
He’d never seen you like that. He had to admit, it was terrifying.
Honestly, he never thought he’d have to use the emergency maneuver you’d taught him. You were so good with your control.
Of course, Endeavor would be the one to break it. Natsuo and Fuyumi were going to hear about this.
However, revenge was for another time.
Right now, his omega was the most important thing.
~*~
KATSUKI BAKUGO
God, you were just too cute and you didn't even fucking know it.
Katsuki smiled to himself as he cast one last look at you in your nest before going off to work.
He'd bought you a body pillow cover of himself as Ground Zero as a joke. But here you were, curled up with your face stuffed in it and a leg thrown over. Drooling like a kid.
He'd scented the entire thing for you. There was no getting rid of that smell for a while.
He never thought he'd find this with anyone. He was so caught up in work, romance was the last thing on his mind.
But one chance encounter changed everything. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
With that, he left for work. Unaware of what would soon transpire.
All of Katsuki’s friends loved you. In fact, there were times they preferred you over him.
But not all of your friends loved Katsuki.
The shallower ones of the bunch were jealous you’d nabbed a hero. But they were all concerned about your safety. Not just from villains, but from Katsuki himself.
They found him too brash, too rowdy, too aggressive. And they were worried that would turn on you.
Not that they’d ever tell you as much. But you could tell they weren’t fond of him.
They’d never seen the side of him you had. Or even the sides of him that his friends got to see.
He was usually busy when you hung out with your friends.
Even when he was home, he didn’t like to get in the way of your friend time. Which was becoming fewer and farther between. No matter how much you wanted him to hang out with you all.
They weren’t exactly begging for him to come along either.
Your friends had seen him in the media. Seen the way he acted in battle, the way he talked to the press and yelled at the paps. How he bullied even fellow heroes.
They didn’t trust him as far as they could throw him.
It was the weekend and you were having them over for the day while Katsuki was out on patrol.
You had everything ready by the time they arrived for lunch.
There wasn’t really much to do. Katsuki kept the house tidy, while you did laundry and dishes. You took turns giving the dog a bath, and that was that.
Your dog, an Amstaff named Pooki - a name she came with, much to Katsuki’s chagrin (he did try to change it, but she wouldn’t respond to anything else) - barked when a knock came at the door.
Behind it, stood your main little group of six. They all seemed on edge, except your best friend of the group - Haruto.
He grinned and hugged you immediately.
“I’m so glad you all could make it! - Did you all find it okay? I know we’re a little out of the way,” you said and moved so they could enter.
“Uh, yeah. We found it fine,” Akari, Haruto’s sister, said.
Haruto was already baby-talking the dog.
“Is he -” started Sota, a friend you’d made in middle school. Your other friend, Mei, nudged him.
You shook your head. “No - my boom boy won’t be back until this afternoon. He’s out patrolling.”
Misato, the most serious and mom like of the group, came and put a hand on your shoulder. “It’s good to see you haven’t lost your spunk.”
“What’re you -?” you started, then shook your head. “Nevermind. C’mon, I have a game loaded for us to play. I promise you’ll love it.”
You led them to the living room. It was a decent size with two chairs, a four-person couch, and a loveseat. Katsuki had a gaming station set up around the electric fireplace.
Your friend Yuto pushed his way to the front of the group. “No way is that -”
You nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking about. He wouldn’t shut up about it in the group chat.
“But that hasn’t even come out yet -”
“Katsuki got it for me,” you laughed. Tension in the room spiked. “It was a thank you from the company. He saved their building from being destroyed, you know. This game never would’ve been released, if it weren’t for him.”
“Remind me to thank fireball later,” Yuto noted half-heartedly. He perched in one of the chairs, grabbing a controller. The others followed.
You were squished in between Haruto and Akari. Pooki took up residency on your lap. You were going to have to put this dog on a diet.
“Help yourselves to the snacks. Made them fresh just before you got here,” you noted.
It didn’t take long for them to dive in.
The day was going nice for the first few hours. What you didn’t expect was another knock at the door.
Pooki shot off your lap, racing to it. You were surprised to find Katsuki’s friends.
“Mina, Eijiro, Hanta, Denki - what’re you guys doing here?” you asked, letting them in.
“Here to see you, of course.” Eijiro hugged you tightly. The others followed.
“Besides, Katsuki said he wanted to chill today, anyway! Just so happens that we all had early patrols,” Mina explained.
“Katsuki won’t be home until later -” you started, moving with them as they made their way to the living room.
“We like hanging out with you, ya know?” Denki said, rolling his eyes.
“Who’s this?” Haruto said, looking over the back of the couch as you all entered.
You glanced between the two groups. “Uh....well, this is awkward….Guys, these are Katsuki’s friends. Eijiro Kirishma, Hanta Sero, Mina Ashido, and Denki Kaminari. - Everyone, these are my friends. Haruto and Akari Ito, Yuto Watanabe, Misato Yamamoto, Mei Nakamura, and Sota Sato.”
Katsuki’s group said their hellos. But your friends all stared in tense silence until Misato spoke up. “Hello, it’s very nice to meet you all.”
Pooki nearly knocked Denki over jumping on him.
“Sorry, she’s gotten fat since you saw her last,” you laughed.
“Still cute as ever though, aren’t you girl?” Denki replied, baby-talking to her.
Eijiro’s eyes moved to the screen. “What’re you all playing?”
“Remember that gaming company that Katsuki saved the building?” you asked.
Denki’s eyes lit up. “Really?! That one!”
You grinned. “Mhm. Someone can take my spot. - I’ll go get chairs.”
“Don’t worry,” Eijiro chuckled, patting Pooki. “We can get them ourselves. That’s the manly thing to do.”
With that, the four of them left. You laughed under your breath, rolling your eyes after them.
“How long are they staying?” Sota asked snidely.
You shrugged. “Until Katsuki gets home, I suppose. Trust me, you’ll like them -”
“I doubt that,” Haruto said, slumping back into his seat.
You settled awkwardly back between Haruto and Akari, your legs crossed under you.
That’s when the others came back with chairs. Well, at least Hanta and Denki anyway.
“I’m just gonna sit on the floor,” Mina said with a shrug. She came and sat in front of you, leaning her back against the couch.
Eijiro sat on the floor across from you, leaning against the coffee table to pick at the snacks.
“Here, Denki,” you called, tossing him your controller. “I know you’ve been dying to play it. Just - don’t zap another controller, please? I thought Katsuki was going to kill you last time.”
“Awesome!” he cheered. “[Name], you’re the best!”
They started the game back up. It was Denki, Yuto, Mei, Sota, and Haruto playing.
“So,” Misato started, clearing her throat. “You all have been here before?”
“Oh yeah,” Eijrio laughed. Pooki begged him for a cracker. “We helped them move in. Pook here was just a pup then.”
“And you come even when - Bakugo - isn’t here?” Haruto asked grouchily.
“We come here all the time when they’re home alone,” Mina noted, scrolling through her phone. “We love hanging out with [Name].”
“Katsuki thinks I need protecting,” you chuckled. “So he sends in the heroes.”
“You do!” Hanta interjected.
You rolled your eyes. “From what?”
“From -”
“Pooki’s too cute to be handled alone, it’s dangerous!” Eijiro interrupted. He was wrestling with her now.
“You’re going to break something.”
Eijiro grinned. “Nah, besides -”
Pooki chomped down on his arm. A few of your friends gasped.
“Pooki!” Akari scolded. “Let him go -”
“It’s fine, she does this all the time. She thinks I’m a chew toy, see -” Eijiro hardened up his arm and moved to show the one in Pooki’s mouth. “She can’t hurt me.”
“Wait - you’re Red Riot. Aren’t you?”Akari realized.
Eijiro laughed. “You caught me! Guess my secret is out.”
“None of you are exactly hiding,” you stated, rolling your eyes. “Besides, I told you guys Katsuki was friends with heros.”
“All of you are?” Mei asked, glancing around.
“Chargebolt,” Denki announced, throwing a thumbs up and grinning.
“Pinky!” Mina laughed and held up a picture of her in costume.
“Cellophane,” Hanta said, beaming.
“Are any of you heros?” Eijrio asked.
You shook your head and smiled. “No. - We were put in the ‘Useless Quirk’ club.”
“I dunno, your quirk’s pretty cool. I’m surprised you didn’t work for the police,” Mina said.
You shrugged. “Wasn’t really into law enforcement. I’m happy running a shop.”
“[Name]’s right, though. None of us could ever make it as heros,” Haruto said. He seemed a little warmer to them now. “I can turn small objects into cubes, Akari can change her skin into whatever material she touches. Misato can make a flower sprout wherever she touches. But only one flower at a time. Yuto can change the color of his eyes, nails, hair, and teeth at will. While Mei can turn anything she touches red. And Sota, well -”
“Just say it,” Sota snapped. “I don’t have a quirk.”
It was tense and silent a moment. You wanted to hide. This was not going well.
Didn’t Katsuki tell them that your friends were coming over today?
Misato interrupted the quiet. “[Name], where are the facilities?”
“Uh - oh.” You were snapped out of your stupor. “That way and down the hall on the left.”
You couldn’t wait for Katsuki to come home.
Everybody rotated controllers. Each leaving on occasion to get water or use the bathroom.
Pooki followed everybody in and out of the room.
Everything seemed fine until Pooki started barking in the living room doorway.
You got up to see what was wrong, supposing it was just a delivery man you hadn’t heard ring the doorbell.
Instead, you followed her to the upstairs hallway. She stood with her nose pushed against the door to your nesting room.
“What’s wrong with you, silly girl?” you laughed. “If I show you there’s nothing wrong will you take a nap?”
You were not expecting the sight when you walked in. Torn blankets, charged clothes, broken pictures and knickknacks. Everything was ruined. Nothing in the room had gone untouched, except one pristine Ground Zero body pillow.
Pooki growled at your feet.
You stared. Your chest becoming a hollow cavity. So much had happened in this room. And all the fond memories held in the items were all ruined. You couldn’t stop the sob in your throat. Pooki rubbed against your leg.
You wiped at your tears. You didn’t even notice someone special had crept into the house.
“There’s my omega,” Katsuki’s voice said.
You flinched, eyeing him at the top of the stairs.
He halted in his pace when he saw your wet face. “What’s wrong? Who’s ass am I kicking?”
He came and wrapped you in his arms. You gestured to your room. As soon as he laid eyes on it, his scent became threatening, murderous.
“Yo man, you okay?” that was Eijiro, the only one brave enough to face Katsuki in this state. He was coming up the stairs.
Katsuki glared him down. “You and those idiots better not have done this.”
“Done wha -” Eijiro stopped short, staring in the room. “What happened? We’ve been downstairs all day.”
“You better not be lying -”
You stopped Katsuki. “It’s okay - alpha - I, I got this. Do you mind, Eijiro?”
Eijiro nodded. “Do what you got to.”
“Look me in the eyes.”
Eijiro did as he was instructed, and you activated your quirk. Your irises swirled with the whites of your eyes. Hypnotizing him.
“Tell me, Eijiro,” you started. “What was the purpose of your visit today? Was it to do this?”
“No,” he said robotically. “We came today because Katsuki invited us. He was worried your friends were up to something, so he sent us to watch over you. I had no part in what happened to your nest.”
You nodded and blinked, releasing him.
Eijiro blinked too, rubbing his temple. “I forgot how weird that felt. You haven’t done that since I told you Katsuki was going to ask you out. - But see. We were just here to watch out for you. Nothing more. We’re your friends [Name]. And it’s totally uncool to do this to a friend’s nest.”
Your heart sank. That meant only one thing then.
“I can go -” Katsuki started.
You shook your head. “They’re my….friends….I’ll do it.”
You took Katsuki’s hand and went to the living room. His sent still smelled like death walking.
“Everything okay?” Misato asked. “Hello, Bakugo.”
You nodded, then went to sit back between Akari and Haruto. Katsuki grunted, leaning on the doorframe with Eijiro beside him.
You waited a moment, then flinched and rubbed your eye.
“Ow - I think I have something in my eye. Can you look for me Haru?” you asked, and turned to him.
He twisted to face you. “Sure.”
You caught his eye and he realized what you were going to do. You activated your quirk before he could turn away.
“I really hate to do this. But - tell me, Haruto,” you sighed. “What was the purpose of your visit today? Was it you all who destroyed my nest?”
Mina gasped. “Wait, what?”
“Shit,” you heard Akari mutter under her breath.
Katsuki’s friends were tense, ready to tackle the first person to move and break your connection.
“We came today to see you. But also to wait for Katsuki to get home. We were going to destroy your nest, but frame him for it. That way you two would argue and break up. When his friends came, we decided to make it look like they did it. Then you’d break up with him because of his awful friends. I couldn’t bring myself to destroy anything, though. So I told Pooki to get you.”
“Wait, you ratted on us?!” Sota yelled.
“Why would you do that?” you asked, tears beginning to flood your vision.
“Because,” Haruto continued. “We wanted you back. We don’t see much of you. And Bakugo is too violent for you. He’s going to hurt you - like he does to the paparazzi and all those villains.”
You sobbed and hid your face in your hands, breaking the connection.
“We were just doing what was best for you -” Misato started.
“What would you know about what’s best for my omega?” Katsuki snapped, the thick scent of burnt caramel nearly suffocating. “Do you think hurting them like this was the best way to tell [Name] your concerns? Wouldn’t it have been better to sit them down, like normal people?! Also - you all are a bunch of fucking dunces if you think I’d ever hurt them!”
“Katsuki may have a temper, but you didn’t know him before he met [Name],” Eijiro said.
“But -” Haruto started.
“It’s true,” Denki countered. “He was totally different.”
“We didn’t even meet y’all before today, and we’re here a lot,” Mina noted. Katsuki uttered, too much under his breath. “So you obviously haven’t even made the effort to hang out with them both. And see for yourself how he is.”
“I think it’s time for you fuckers to leave,” Bakugo growled.
“We were only trying to help!” Mei shrieked.
“You were trying to solve a problem that didn’t exist!” you cried. “Just - leave. Please.”
“[Name]....” Haruto pleaded.
“Haru just - just go,” you sighed, watching as tears dripped onto the couch.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered and then got up.
Once they were gone, Katsuki changed into lounge clothes and sat next to you on the couch.
Mina and Eijiro moved from the floor to a regular seat. Hanta and Denki put the kitchen chairs back and went to occupy the empty spaces.
You curled up into his protective grasped, watching as they played the new game.
Your heart, though sad with your nest being ruined, felt full knowing that you’d always have Katsuki and his friends on your side.
~*~
EIJIRO KIRISHIMA
Your mother hated the fact that you were an omega. She thought, with your parentage, you should have been an alpha.
Imagine her disgust and disappointment when you showed as an omega. The only in blood family to be.
Her rage grew when you met a hero named Red Riot once you joined an agency. An alpha with a musk like strawberry cream. He was just as sweet as he smelled.
Your mother had hoped you'd grow to be an alpha. Your scent changing, and your behavior.
Or even that you would take on alpha characteristics, even while biologically being an omega.
But you were still the same at twenty as you were at twelve when puberty hit and you emerged as an omega.
You may have been more adult in appearance and a little more patient. But you were just the same in many other aspects.
You'd taken to Red Riot right away. Although you tried not to be the clingy omega everyone else typed you as.
You didn't think he was into you. Even as he'd pat your head, and stand just close enough to rub a little scent on you.
He was Red Riot, after all. His face was all over the news, even as a first year in high school!
And you were...well, you.
Little did you know that he was just as taken.
But it wasn't just with your scent. You were gorgeous to him. And you were so kind with a smile that melted him. You'd made him so nervous the first time that he could only blurt out random facts. You found it endearing.
But none of this mattered to your family, especially your mother.
Some forgave your nature due to picking up a top hero. At least you were bonded to someone with status.
Your mother, however, had been furious when she met him. Hero or not, there was simply no way your family could be the type to be owned by someone.
It didn't matter how many times you explained that Eijiro didn't own you. She pitched fits, started arguments. Banned him from the house. She even started to lock you out!
Eijiro tried to apologize, and break it off with you. For your own good. But an explanation on the matter made him understand that nothing he did was going to help.
Not to mention, you were already so in love with him and he with you that he was quick to move you in with him.
His roommate, Ground Zero aka Katsuki Bakugo, didn't mind. As long as you "cleaned your shit up and didn't fucking bother him".
Getting your stuff was a different story.
You had to break into the house while everyone was away.
Luckily, the neighbors liked you and didn't call the cops.
Katsuki, Eijiro, and a few of your collective friends had you all moved out in a matter of hours.
The rest was history.
You knew your mother had been trying to find you for months. But you'd changed your number and gotten a new phone. Your hair was different now, and Eijiro bought you clothes you actually liked.
You were everything you wanted to be. Everything your mother hated.
But Eijiro loved you more every day. Watching you grow and become the person you were meant to be.
You were helping him grow too. And Katsuki, not like he'd ever admit it. But he did like you. And didn't mind having you as a roommate.
The trouble came a day in late autumn, both the alphas of the house were out. You were home alone, taking a week off for the impending nesting that was coming.
Katsuki was at work, and Eijiro had taken the day off to be with you. He'd run to get some groceries and supplies to keep in your nest.
With you smelling like heat, he was afraid you'd get harassed if you when on your own.
You'd been meticulously fiddling with your nest all day. Trying to get it just right, and make it big enough for two.
You'd thought nothing of it when there was a knock on the door. You'd ordered food for when the guys got back.
But, instead of a delivery person, there stood your mother. Her face unreadable.
You tried to slam the door in her face but she stuck her shoe in. She shoved the door back open, and invited herself in. Pushing you back into the apartment.
"I finally found you. You gave us all quite the scare there." Her voice dripped with the same venom you'd heard villains shout at you with. "What the hell are you wearing? And look what you did to your lovely hair!"
"Get. Out." you growled. "You are not welcome in my home."
"Home?" she laughed. "Smells like a brothel in here. You little whore. I can smell more than just your…hero...here. Look what that little red rat has turned you into -"
"That's his roommate! He already lived here when I moved in! It's not like that!"
She started to open all the doors. "Right. That's what you say now, at least. You are just a needy little omega. Just a bitch in heat. And, sooner or later, you're going to want any alpha you can knot you. Maybe even a few of them at the same time - This your nest?"
Your mother shoved open the door to room that homed your nest. The scent of Eijiro flooding out. He'd gone a little overboard with the scenting.
"It looks warm...cozy... it'd be a shame if someone ruined it all."
You stood in the doorway glaring her down. "Don't you fucking -"
"Then come back home," she snapped, narrowing her eyes at you. "Drop that sickeningly sweet alpha. And move. Back. Home. We can teach you how to be an alpha. How to let people not push you around. Look - you let me walk straight into your apartment. And you haven't laid a finger on me!"
"That's because I know you. I use my quirk and you go to the press about your abusive hero child. You'll blacken my name."
"Would I ever -"
"Yes! You would! I remember when you didn't like uncle's second wife! You smudged her name, destroyed her reputation so much she went into hiding! - I'm not going to let you do that to me."
"So you're moving back, good. Pac -"
You took a step towards her. "I'm not moving back either!"
"Fine!" your mother shouted. "Be the pathetic, useless omega you are!"
Your mother had an air quirk, she could make tornados. She kicked one up in the small room, sending objects flying. You ducked as a poster Eijiro bought you flew towards you in its metal frame.
It landed and broke somewhere in the living room.
You dove, hiding behind the couch. More things came flying. You heard clanking and shattering. You covered your ears and pinched your eyes closed tightly, a sob welling up in your chest.
You didn't hear the front door open. You didn't see them come in. You didn't notice as it went quiet.
Then a hand was on your arm. You screamed, the waves sending the person flying across the room.
"Hey," the person coughed. "Hey, [Name], it's okay! I-I-It's me!"
You opened your eyes, spying Eijiro standing up from the kitchen floor.
"Eiji!" you yelled, launching yourself into his arms. That's when the big tears began to flow and the sobs started. "Sh-She - and I - omega - useless - nest -"
"Hey, easy, I'm here now," Eijiro cooed. He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I should've been here. It wasn't supposed to take that long. Wasn't very manly to leave you alone for so long. But I got mobbed by fans at the store. Katsuki came home early and called me, he's dealing with her...I've got you."
Eijiro rubbed on you, scenting you with the comfort pheromones pumping out of him.
"You fucking bitch!" Katsuki roared. "I'll fucking kill you. - Doesn't matter if they aren't my mate. - You trashed my fucking house!"
You chuckled into Eijiro's chest. The pheromones finally starting to work.
"Get moving!" Katsuki yelled. You watched as he shoved her out the room towards the front door. He had your mother in power dampening cuffs. "I'll take her to the police. You're going away for vandalism and destruction of property. You crazy bitch!"
"This is your fault [Name]! I'll ruin you all. You'll never be 'heroes' again -" your mother shrieked.
Katsuki shoved her. "Yeah, yeah, we've heard it all before. - Move!"
When they were out the door Eijiro chuckled, "And I would've gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for you meddling kids."
You chuckled, relaxing into Eijiro's embrace. But the damp, sad scent coming from you was undeniable.
"We'll fix it -"
You pulled away. "But she ruined everything. Come look."
You took his hand, guiding him to your nesting room. The tears came again as you looked around.
The pillows had stuffing bursting from them. The blankets were nothing more than shredded fabric and batting. Trinkets he bought you were broken and embedded in the walls. Picture frames were cracked, the glass shattered. Clothes were just tatters now.
You weren't getting that security deposit back.
"Everything is gone," you wheezed.
Eijiro wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head under his chin. He held you tightly.
"I should've been here to stop this, I'm so sorry. - We'll fix it, I promise. We'll make it better."
~*~
MOMO YAOYOROZU
Momo was the kind of alpha every omega wanted. She was kind, patient, and overly nurturing.
Momo went a little crazy when it came to your nesting. She had an entire fucking treehouse built, and had dozens of the lushest blankets and pillows imported.
She was a spoiler.
Your happiness and comfort was her number one priority. Even if you begged her to stop spending so much on you.
But Creati's love knew no bounds. Neither did her spending habits.
So it pained her when, after a lovely day together, she had to sit you down in your nest and break a bit of bad news.
"[Name] you know I love you, right?" Momo asked. You were curled up under her chin. Nose against the rose-scented gland in her neck.
You hummed, squeezing her tightly. She gently pushed you away. "Mocchan, what's wrong?"
She smoothed a hand through your hair. "I'm having some old classmates over for some really important hero business tomorrow."
"Oh," you muttered. "You don't want me around."
"It's not that I don't want you around!" she panicked. "It's just really important and top secret, and you...can't know what's going on. Not yet. And unless it's super important, we can't have any interruptions."
You nodded, a little sad. But you understood. It was crucial hero stuff. "Okay, Momo, I won't bother you guys. I'll stay in my nesting tree."
She smiled, wrapping you back up again. Momo was going to make sure she gave you extra love tonight. To make up for the following day.
The next morning, it was starting to get cloudy when Bakugo, Kirishima, and Todoroki showed up at Momo's door.
You two had just finished brunch, so you went to hide in your nest. You had everything you needed to keep occupied in there.
Momo took the group to the dining room and shut all the doors. Then drew the curtains. If they were so sure their agencies were bugged, she didn't understand why they were having this meeting at her house.
Then again, it didn't really matter. Todoroki was a close friend, but it was more than that. The four of them went through hell together in high school. They'd go through hell together now.
They locked down, ready to plan for whatever was coming.
Momo made sure she sent food out to you. Cause she knew you'd forget to eat. While she had the house make tea and snacks for her and the guys.
They sat for hours, mauling over all the information they had.
The sky outside got darker and darker.
Before you knew it, it was thundering and lightening. The rain was sheeting down. The winds howled frighteningly outside.
It was dark out when you fell asleep. You didn't know what time.
Your tree rumbling and groaning woke you up sometime later though. Trinkets vibrated off the walls, crashing to the ground.
You panicked, wanting it to stop. You didn’t know what was happening.
Then there was a huge CA-RACK and you along with everything in the room flew towards one wall.
Before you knew it, you were covered by pieces of wood, glass shards, and ripped pillows. You could see the grass under you.
You groaned crawling out from the debris into the rain. Something sharp caught your calf and cut you all the way down. You hissed.
You stumbled into the open. The treehouse was in shambles. The tree split in half. And your darling nest and building were scattered all over the yard.
Nothing was salvageable. You would've cried if you weren't pumped full of adrenaline.
"Does this qualify as important?" you wondered aloud. But the stinging in your leg gave you the answer. You didn't want to look down at the cut. Too afraid of what you'd find.
You trailed blood, rain, and mud through the marble halls as you found the dining room.
You could hear them inside, but couldn't understand what they were saying.
Your heart was pounding. You felt bad interrupting.
"Are you alright? - The mistress will want to know about this. I do believe that needs stitches," said the butler outside the door. His eyes were wide, staring at the gash on your leg.
You nodded, swallowing thickly. Then pushed open the door to pop your head in.
"Uh, Mocchan…" you muttered weakly.
Todoroki turned to you. His mouth settled into a hard line. His forehead creased in worry.
You smiled at him weakly and waved.
Two pairs of eyes watched you from the other side of the table. You didn't really know them, but you knew who they were.
You waved at them too.
Her back was to you. "[Name], I told you -"
Momo stopped as she turned to you. Her eyes grew wide at the blood trickling down your face.
Momo pulled you into the room. You whimpered at the sick pain shooting through your leg. She moved the papers around and sat you on the table.
"Are you okay? - Well obviously not. - Why do you look like this, [Name]? What happened?! I thought you were in the treehouse -"
You were caught off guard by a sob in your throat. "It's all gone."
"Gone?! What do you mean it's gone?!" Momo began to make gauze, a towel, and wipes for your leg. You hissed as she sopped up some blood then wiped the cut down. But she kept fumbling as she tried to wrap it.
She couldn't take her eyes off the puddle of blood that had dripped on the floor.
"I - I don't know. The tree just...broke? And everything just…" You made an explosion noise. "It's all gone…"
The adrenaline pumping through Momo made her shakey. The gauze was just not wrapping.
"Dude, I think you should go to the hospital!" Kirishima said.
"Can I?" Todoroki asked.
He gestured to your leg, then glanced between the two of you. You both nodded. He put your foot on his stomach and began to wrap the cut up tightly.
Momo held your hand, not wanting to be away from you.
"Sorry I'm muddy," you muttered.
Todoroki shook his head. "It's fine, I wash. But you really should get to the er."
"But your meeting -"
"Screw the meeting," snapped the blonde behind you. "The three of us can stay here. Ponytail, get your omega to a doctor."
You pouted. "But Momo -"
Momo wrapped you immediately in her arms as Todoroki stepped away. She squeezed you tightly, her face pressing her face into your neck. "No, you're going. They're right. That looks bad. And we need to get your head looked. You could have a concussion."
"I'm sorry I got blood on the floor."
Momo laughed sadly. "Stop that. It's fine."
You wiped at the tears on her face as she pulled away. But it didn't help when you were wet from the rain.
Momo began wiping at your face too. She tried to absorb the blood trickling down your forehead.
"Let's get you a hospital."
Momo hauled you up on her back and piggybacked you out to the waiting car, although you offered to walk.
She was tense and silent for the whole ride. Gripping your hand as though you might slip away from her.
You arrived and were quickly put up in a room.
When the doctor came in he checked you over, confirming the need for stitches on your leg.
They simply cleaned up the cut on your forehead and used a bit of liquid stitch to keep it from bleeding again.
After your leg was stitched up, you were taken to be scanned and examined.
"You're lucky," the doctor said, looking over your results. "No internal bleeding or injuries. No broken bones. No concussion. Just some strained muscles. You can go home tonight. Make sure you keep your leg clean, the stitches can come out in four to six weeks. I’ll caution you against strenuous activity in the meantime, you don’t want to tear those. We’ll send you with some pain medication, you can take it as instructed."
You weren't surprised at the verdict of nothing being broken. That was your quirk after all - indestructible bones.
They were made of light but durable material with complex structures that made them very hard to break.
That didn't do much for your skin or organs though.
You and Momo thanked the doctor. The relief was visible on your alpha’s face.
She piggybacked you to the car again.
"You can sleep with my tonight, if you want to,” Momo said once you two were settled. She put an arm around you to tug you into a side hug. “I'm sorry you went through that alone. That must've been scary."
"We couldn't know that would happen," you whispered, hugging her back.
She kissed the top of your head. “We can rebuild, make everything better -”
“I’d rather have a room in the manor to make my nest. If that’s okay?”
You couldn’t see it, but Momo was crying again. “Of course. I want to keep you close.”
When you arrived back at the manor, you waited briefly on a couch outside of the dining room. Momo was catching up with what the guys had come up with.
They wished you well before leaving.
“Let’s go get you cleaned up.” Momo guided you to her bathroom and ran a bath in the large clawfoot tub.
You undressed and climbed in, then Momo did the same. You leaned back against her, her chin on your shoulder.
The warm water untensed all your knotted muscles.
Momo held you closely. “I promise, I’ll never leave you alone again.”
~*~
MINA ASHIDO
Mina loved Denki to death, he was one of her best friends. But he just did not treat his poor omega right.
Mina thought she could do it better.
She'd wanted to court you long before Denki did. She was just too nervous.
What if you didn't want a female alpha?
Honestly, she seared with jealousy when you came into work freshly scented like him.
You were happy. So that made her happy.
But your rose colored glasses didn't last long. Mina saw through your facade immediately.
You didn't smile as brightly whenever Chargebolt came in.
You didn't happily call him "alpha" as you'd done before.
In fact, you nearly hid every time you saw him.
And it didn't take long before Mina saw why - Denki seemed to think omega was equal to pack mule who bends to every whim.
He made you carry his stuff, then would pat your head and baby talk you.
He was always having you get stuff. And brag about how good you were. But complain that you were whinier than he'd expected.
Mina hadn't heard you complain about his actions once!
She didn't think it was her place to tell you to break up with him. But all the hints she tried to slip Denki about how he was treating you went in one ear and out the other.
She wasn't the only one to see it either. But she was the only one who bothered to help.
It pained her to watch you. To see you struggling to keep a smile on.
"I don't think it works like that," you told her when Mina finally told you to cut it off. "I don't think omegas can break it off with alphas."
"You are a strong, independent omega, [Name]," Mina scolded. "You need to stand up for yourself. You can do whatever you want. You're still your own person."
Honestly, you hadn't really even wanted Denki as your alpha. But no one else had shown an interest in you. Especially not Mina. Not in your mind, anyway.
Mina had been the one you wanted to court you. But Denki came along first. And he was kind of pushy.
So you accepted. It didn't take you long to regret it.
Nothing about it felt right. You felt like a maid, not a mate. You were pretty sure that wasn't what an alpha was supposed to make you feel like.
Denki couldn't even relax you. He didn't seem like he wanted to help you with your issues at all.
In fact, he made it all worse.
Denki had even invited himself and his friends to your apartment. Only giving you a day's notice.
He wasn't going to help with food or cleaning. He laughed and said that you could figure it out.
You were at your wits end.
You were Starlight, one of the top heroes in your agency. Not a doormat.
Still, you scrambled to clean. Mina came over to help. You tried to get food and snacks together. You updated your gaming system. Pulled out any movies and board games you could find.
Your house was visitor friendly by the time the weekend rolled around.
You'd never actually met three people who came. But you knew of them. Each being heroes that were in class with Mina and Denki during high school.
You'd also run into them when you were out with Denki. But he didn't have the courtesy to introduce you.
They introduced themselves as Bakugo, Kirishima, and Sero.
"Are you sure you're cool with this?" Kirishima asked, lingering in the doorway. Denki was already being loud with the other two.
"Would you shut up? We just got here," Bakugo snapped.
You shrugged. "I guess I have to be. Right?"
Kirishima's face twisted up into something between disapproving and pitying.
He hesitated before going into the living room. You saw him speak briefly with Mina. Their eyes flicking to you every now and then.
"I didn't know you had all these, Denk," Sero noted, flipping through your game library.
Denki shrugged coolly. "Yeah, you know -"
"Don't let him fool you," Mina interrupted. "Those are [Name]'s. Denki doesn't even have the newest generation console."
"Yeah, Denki's is an old brick," you joked.
"Baabbbee," he whined.
The guys chuckled, and you caught Denki's face flush red.
"Whatever, it's not that impressive," he huffed and stalked off to the kitchen.
You watched quietly after.
"You guys can play whatever you want," you offered. "I don't get to very often. So don't worry about copying over any saves. - Denki did that on the one game I did play…"
You trailed off awkwardly, earning you weird looks.
"I'll get snacks."
Mina trailed after you when there was a crash.
Denki was standing in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the plate of food he dropped.
"Uh, sorry. You mind cleaning that up? Thanks. Oh and don't forget to bring out some sodas for everyone. Love you!" Then he ran to join Sero and Bakugo in the living room.
"I'll help you," Mina said, and you pointed her to the broom closet.
"That was super unmanly," Kirishima noted, grabbing some paper towels. "Does he always do this?"
"Uh, n -" you stuttered.
"All. The. Time," Mina groaned quietly.
You sighed, taking a few paper towels. "Mina, don't -"
"But you don't deserve to be treated this way!" She aggressively swept across the kitchen.
"Mina's got a point, dude. He's my friend, but it's super uncool of him -"
"The hell happened here?" Bakugo grunted.
"Denki." You three said in unison.
Bakugo rolled his eyes. "You got anything to drink?"
"I was going to - I can -" you started, beginning to stand. You hissed as a piece of plate cut your palm.
"I can get it myself, just tell me where it's at. I'm a grownass adult."
Mina stood carefully. "I'll get you a band-aid. Bathroom cabinet, right?"
You nodded at her, then pointed to the fridge. "Whatever I have is in there. Sorry it's not much. I wasn't sure what you all liked and Denki refused to go to the store with me -"
"He's kind of a crappy alpha, isn't he?" Sero asked joining the party in your small kitchen. "Don't worry. He's watching a tutorial on how to play the game."
"You know, if you're not happy with him, you can dump his dumb ass," Bakugo noted. He tossed Sero a soda can. "Just because he's an alpha doesn't mean that he gets to decide everything."
Kirishima stood and dumped the paper towels of food you'd both collected in the trash can, before washing his hands. "Yeah, it's your relationship too."
He then grabbed the broom and began sweeping.
"He's our friend but he's being an idiot, we're on your side." Sero gave you a grin and a thumbs up.
"Uh, thanks, guys," you muttered.
"I finally found you a bandage," Mina announced. "Let me see your hand."
You stood and put your hand in hers, palm up. The touch put you at ease.
"It doesn't look too bad. Let's clean you up."
You let her lead you to the sink and wash your hand. Then she dried it and put antiseptic ointment on it before sticking the band-aid over it.
Your whole body filled with heat as she kissed the back of your hand. Then she grinned at you.
The guys could feel and smell the shift as soon as Mina started taking care of you.
It was unvocalized but unanimous - you needed to dump Denki for Mina.
Once the kitchen was clean again, everyone crowded the living room.
"Hey, babe, it's kind of chilly. You got any blankets?" Denki asked.
You shook your head. "No."
"But I'm coollldd," Denki groaned.
"I haven't washed blankets in a while."
He groaned, but conceded as you sat close to him.
After a bit, your body heat didn't seem to be effective enough for him.
Denki got up and disappeared. You didn't think anything of it.
No until he came out into the living room a few minutes later with a pile of pillows and blankets. Special ones.
Your heart stopped. "D-Denki...where did you get those?"
"These? Oh - the second bedroom. So much for not having any clean -"
You bolted to the spare room. You couldn't believe your eyes. You sank to the ground. He'd ruined the carefully crafted nest you'd been building for years.
"Hey, [Name], are you okay?" Mina asked softly behind you.
"My nest," you uttered. Tears welled up, threatening to spill.
Mina put a hand on your shoulder. Getting immediately what you meant.
"Hey, babe, can you -" Denki started.
You shot him a glare. He stopped in his tracks.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked incredulously.
"You ruined their nest, idiot!" Mina snapped. A glare beaming from her dark eyes. "What the fuck is your problem, Denki?! You have like...the most perfect omega, and this is how you treat them?!"
Your heart leapt, heat rushing into your face at the words.
"What're you talking about? [Name] is happy to -"
"No," you sobbed. "I'm not. I'm not your maid. I'm supposed to be your mate. But…"
"You treat [Name] like garbage!" Mina kneeled to wrap an arm around your shoulders.
"But you're my omega -" he started, a little desperation in his voice.
"No!" you yelled. "Not...not anymore. We're done. Just - get out!"
"But -"
"Out!" Your eyes flashed a deadly shade of blue-white.
You leaned into Mina. She sighed, and held you tightly. She was pumping out comfort pheromones.
You eased right away. Nothing like this had happened with Denki.
"Fine. C'mon guys, let go -" he started.
"Not them," you sniffled. "Just you. They can stay if they want."
Denki held a smug face until he realized no one was going with him. "Oh come on guys!"
"Sorry, dude," Sero said awkwardly.
Kirishima shrugged. "But you did kind of treat them like dirt."
"You're a dumbass," Bakugo snapped, not even looking up from the game. "You fried your brain one too many times."
Denki looked like he wanted to say something snarky.
"Denki, dude. You fucked up," Mina said over her shoulder. "Just...leave. You already ruined [Name]'s nest."
"Fine!" he pouted and slammed the front door as he left.
"Can I see your phone, please?" Mina asked softly. You handed it to her, just in time to have Denki call. He was too predictable. She rejected the call and blocked his number.
“I guess I can always rebuild it,” you muttered. “I need to wash everything. It reeks like him.”
Mina nodded. “I’ll help.”
You and Mina spent the day washing all the sheets and shirts and blankets that had been in your nest.
You were more content around her than you’d been in a while. You hadn’t realized that she didn’t mind you being glued to her side.
Even when she made sure to stay late into the night so you could finish your nest.
You didn’t even question letting her in, it felt like the most natural decision in the world.
~*~
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I'm so excited to be posting the first of the three prizes from my mini-giveaway! This one is for @noire-pandora and it features her Warden, Arissa. This was the HDJ she picked:
Alistair starts writing a journal when he realizes he’s falling in love with the Warden. It chronicles both his feelings for them and the events going on during the Blight. He puts in it his fears and aspirations, his dreams of them and their life together. How beautiful they look when they’re sleeping or laughing and how he feels about being intimate with them. Sketches and poems. Whatever comes to mind about them when he opens the journal that day. He gives it to them on their wedding day.
FAIR WARNING: I cried writing this. Twice. And once when I was planning it out in my head falling asleep one night.
TW: Death
Alistair settled onto the soft grass, leaning back against the cool stone that shaded him from the summer sun. “Good morning, my love.” He untied the bindings of a worn leather journal and opened it to a random page. Smiling fondly, his fingers traced over a drawing. It was a rough sketch of his beautiful Arissa sitting on a log next to a fire, though the upper torso and face had far more detail than the rest.
“Mmm, I like this one,” he said conversationally, bringing his knees up to prop up the journal on them so it could be viewed over his shoulder.
“I caught you staring at me today. I didn’t give away that I knew though because I was afraid you would stop doing it. I love it when I’m the only thing those stormy-sea blue eyes care about.” He sighed softly, running a finger along a jagged edge where a page was missing.
“I tried to draw them once, but I hated it and tore the page out so you wouldn’t laugh at me. Now I wish I’d kept it.” He turned the page and pushed the regret to the back of his mind with all the others.
He laughed aloud when he found the specific entry he was looking for. “Andraste’s toenail clippings, look at how shaky my hand was when I wrote this. I was so nervous. Which was silly I suppose. Maybe I was just worried that you wouldn’t want to sleep with me again.”
“I can’t believe it happened. With you!” he read aloud, “You’re so beautiful and I never dreamed you would pick me. To share our first time together. You were so perfect like I knew you would be. Like you always are. Nothing else mattered. Just you. Darkspawn could have overtaken our camp and I never would have noticed. The only thing I wanted to do was make you happy.”
Alistair shifted positions, crossing his legs in front of him. “All these years later and that’s still the only thing I want in the world. To make you happy, Arissa.” He looked up at her face over his shoulder, smiling at just the sight of her. “To return even a tenth of what you’ve brought me.”
Flipping to another random page, he opened the journal wide. He read the first line on the page silently, skimming the contents of the entry. “I think this one is my favorite,” he declared, cheeks flushing as the memory came rushing back to him. He cleared his throat before reading it aloud.
“My dearest Alistair, I promise I didn’t read anything! I just found the next blank page in your journal. If you want something to write about in your next entry come and find me in that spot you showed me when we got here…”
A shiver ran down his back. It was the exact sensation that he’d gotten the first time he’d read it and every time after that. They’d just arrived at Eamon’s and he’d given her a quick tour of the place where he’d spent his early childhood. At least, those areas he’d been allowed to enter. Before he continued reading what he’d written below her words, he took a moment to admire her handwriting. The only piece of it he knew existed. Her letters were fairly tight together but long and flowing with beautiful curves and flourished angles. Made to be able to fit tight notes in the margins of books.
“I don’t even know what to write, Arissa. Seeing you waiting for me in that beautiful black dress (if it could be called that) with your raven hair free and that nervousness in your glorious green eyes….it was as if all of those missed named days and Satinalia’s had come together in one perfect moment for a single present that I will cherish forever.”
“The best part was watching you relax when I told you how beautiful you were. It made my heart sing to realize that you believed me when I said it. How you went from nervous and shy to that uninhibited and enthusiastic lover I’ve come to know. You are, without a doubt, the best thing to ever happen to me. You had no idea this journal was for you when you wrote in it, but I definitely want you to know exactly what I thought about it…”
Alistair flipped a few pages over, chuckling. “Sweet Andraste’s belly button lint. I went on for three pages? I wonder how long it took me to write it. Probably a lot longer than it felt. I wrote everything that happened that night.” He paused, eyes skimming over a few sentences in the middle. “In great detail, Zevran would be impressed.”
He thumbed through the remaining pages until he was looking at the inside of the back cover. In Denerim he’d sewn in a small leather pocket. He carefully untied the waxed cord and pulled out the delicate ring wrapped in silk from inside the crude pouch.
Alistair’s vision blurred and he crushed his palm against his left eye, wiping away his tears before brushing roughly at the other eye with the sleeve of his tunic.
“The only thing that I regret was not asking you. I told myself I wanted to until it was all over but really I was afraid you’d say no. Maker, that was so stupid! Sometimes I wish I had been the one to do it, to become the Hero of Ferelden. How selfish is that? Not for the title, but so that you’d be alive. And yet, I am relieved I didn’t. I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. This…emptiness. I would rather have you than a martyr but I would also rather carry this burden so that you can rest in the peace you deserve.”
“I almost didn’t come here to leave these for you. I feel like they’re all I have left of you but they were always for you. One to ask you to marry me, the other for the day you did. So you could see how I felt about you from the moment I knew I would marry you. I just never got the chance to give either of them to you.” Closing the journal and clutching the ring tightly in his palm, he stood and looked up at the white granite monument of the Hero of Ferelden.
“I wished they’d made a statue of you smiling. It was so rare that you did it and I’m afraid the world will forget how beautiful it was. But, Leliana said that your smile was a gift to the people you loved most and that all of us who were graced with it will keep that memory. I guess she was right. Every time I close my eyes and think of you, which is every time I close them, I see that smile.”
He knelt in front of the epitaph at the base of her monument and set down the journal, placing the ring on top. He pulled a cord from around his neck over his head and slipped the key into a hidden slot in the “I” of Arissa. Once it was turned, he pressed the “O” in Hero. With a small click, a lip popped out of the base. He slid his fingers into the gap and gave it a quick tug to pull out the small hidden drawer.
Placing the journal into it next to a dried rose, he laid the ring on top after a few moments of hesitation. With a sigh, he pushed the hidden drawer closed until it locked into place and the “O” popped back out. He withdrew the key and slipped the cord over his neck again before tucking it under his shirt.
Stepping down, he backed up to get a good look at her. “I’ll see you again,” he promised, struggling to talk past the lump in his throat, “should the Maker allow me to get close enough to your hallowed countenance at your place by His side.”
“Until then, I’ll see you in my dreams at night and do my best to make you proud when I am awake. To do as much as I can with the life your sacrifice has granted me and the people of Ferelden. I lo-” his voice caught and he had to take a moment to compose himself.
“I love you, Arissa.” He got the words out on his second try though they were barely more than a whisper. “I’ll see you soon enough.”
#headcanon du jour#hdj#jacks' mini-giveaway#noire-pandora#thank you!#dao#arissa surana#grey warden surana#hero of ferelden#hof#dragon age#dragon age origins#da#alistair x arissa
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Unpopular Opinion Time
I’m going to say something that I know some folk are going to disagree on... but I honestly feel that Max Caulfield is a closeted lesbian instead of being bisexual. And I think there is sufficient information in the game and with Max’s journals to verify this viewpoint.
First, it’s important to explain something: you can be lesbian and still have had sex with men. There are lesbians who were married to men for years before finally accepting the truth about themselves... just as there are gay men who were suppressing the truth about themselves and then after a decade or more and having had kids, divorcing their wives because they were gay all along. You can be lesbian and not know it... all you know is that something is wrong. You know that you should be happy with a guy and can even have the most decent boyfriend or husband in the world... and yet it doesn’t work because you are not wired that way. It happens.
These women (and men) were raised to believe they were straight. They were raised to believe they should be dating someone of the opposite gender. They can end up having families and yet have that niggling sense of something being wrong in the back of their heads. This is because of a concept called heteronormativity or the view that heterosexuality is the default sexual orientation. You can be raised believing you’re straight (or cisgender for that matter) and never quite understand why things feel off.
Now let’s look at Max Caulfield. Folk like to claim she’s bisexual because of the pseudo-romance angle with Warren Graham and with Max’s claims of being attracted to “skater dudes” but that the attraction isn’t mutual. Yet when you see Max interacting with the skaters of Blackwell, she knows pretty much nothing about them and outside of the whole “I’m into them” never seems to show any actual attraction toward them. It’s a line that falls flat. It’s like the writers decided to check the box “likes guys who ride on skateboards” and never went anywhere with it... or at least it might seem that way until you find out that Chloe Price was into skateboarding... Max’s best friend who she is increasingly crushing on as the game continues. It’s reasonable to ask how much of Max’s attraction to “skater dudes” is because she is into Chloe skating but doesn’t realize for a while that she could be into Chloe.
Max’s relationship with Warren is more complicated. There has been claims that Warren’s romance angle (which never was that strong a path in the game, especially when compared to that of Chloe) was added in because of a strong positive fan reaction to Warren. Even then, there are enough actions that Warren takes that honestly are disturbing that honestly, Warren is not a good match for Max. The boy photoshops a picture of Max with him and keeps it in his gym locker - a place that Max is unlikely to ever see it, but also a place where other guys will see it and thus give Warren “bragging rights” about Max. He also has a date lined up with Brooke but asks out Max and then if the player has Max accept Warren’s date invite will call Brooke while Max is still around and cancel the date with Brooke and state he’s going with Max instead. He even instigates fights with Nathan Prescott, likely in an attempt to “show off” to Max and to be her “knight in shining armor.”
A much larger factor as to why I just don’t get a sense of Max being into Warren is her journal. I half-suspect some fans don’t bother reading it which is a shame as it gives a lot of important details about Max and her thoughts and views. Most important to this is her early comments about Warren in which outside of considering him “dark and witty” she shows no attraction to him. In fact, on the first day of the game, her journal has this specifically to say:
We talked about Warren and Dana implied he likes me. Ew.
Damning words. Seriously, she went “ew” over a “dark and witty” guy “liking” her. Another torpedo in the water has this comment in Max’s journal if she accepted the date with Warren:
Hope he doesn't make a lame move on me... (Not that he would, egomaniac.) Warren and I do have a lot in common, but he's like a supercool geek brother...
First, she doesn’t think Warren is into her. In fact, even entertaining that thought has Max calling herself an egomaniac. But what’s especially damning is the fact she considers Warren a “supercool geek brother.” I’m sorry, but Max went beyond Friendzoning Warren. She brotherzoned him.
The closest her journal has to suggesting Max is at all attracted to Warren is her journal entry if you didn’t kiss Chloe and do kiss Warren:
Considering how insane my life has been this week, kissing Warren in the middle of a deadly storm didn't seem to be that strange. It felt like we were flipping off the cruel universe... and if I was going to die, I wanted one kiss from a boy I cared about.
Honestly it’s not much different if you also have Max kiss Chloe (though the line changes to “I wanted one kiss from two people I truly cared about”), and honestly if she thinks about Warren as a brother then obviously she’d still care for him. So the whole bit of Max being into Warren really starts to fall apart when you take a long look at the facts and Max’s journal.
Another interesting bit can be found in Max’s journal if the player has Max not kiss Chloe... and it’s this line:
I would have, but I didn't like being dared like it was some big deal. Maybe I am scared. Of what? I think I'm too young for marriage.
Later, again if Max hadn’t kissed Chloe, when she returns from her first timeline alteration trip she writes this in her journal:
I've never been so glad to see Chloe in my life. The second I saw her blue hair and that beautiful pissed off face, I kind of regretted not kissing her when she double dared me. Maybe if she had double dog dared me...
And Max’s final entry in the “didn’t kiss Chloe” setting is thus:
Maybe that's why I hated watching Chloe being so cruel in the nightmare, calling me names and trying to hurt me... I was surprised that it was like a physical pain in my heart. Is that the power of love... or friendship?
Is that the power of love... or friendship? Max asks that in both settings, in which she kissed Chloe and where she didn’t. It’s much more obvious when Max is busy kissing Chloe on that third day (and seriously, Dontnod should have included an option for Max to say “then don’t back away this time!” if you have Max Rewind for another kiss three or more times).
The argument for Max being into guys is at its heart as flimsy as that of Chloe being into guys because she has condoms in her wallet. Yet the condoms can be explained away as used to keep sex toys sanitary (yes, women can get STDs from other women if they’re not careful!), and Max’s “interest” in guys can easily be seen as “expected” of her. Given that Max can literally step out of Chloe’s closet to protect Chloe... Life is Strange can easily be seen as Max’s coming to terms with her own lesbianism and stepping away from an easy and expected life to embrace the unknown with the woman she loves by her side.
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Shoujo manga recommendations - unrequited love
1. 360 Degrees Material
Taki is the cool yet strange guy in Mio's class. She bumps into him at the subway station after school and saves him after he almost gets pushed onto the tracks. The next day, he returns the favor by saving her from an incoming car. This marks the start of Mio's love.
2. Ai Kara Hajimaru
Sakura Ai has always loved sunflowers, as they appear like the sun, which incidentally also was the name of her first crush, Taiyou, in the 3rd grade. From since then, Ai has never had another love and has also become quite introverted, but after meeting a guy with the same name, somethings will begin to change…
3. Anta Nante Okotowari
Yui has a deep love for her "older brother" (they're not actually siblings, but are related), and she is devastated when he gets married. While at the wedding, Yui meets a sobbing boy, Kaoru. It turns out that his cousin (that he was in love with) is the one Yui's brother is marrying.
When Yui moves into a boy's dorm so she can seek out new love, she finds that the head of the dorm is none other than Kaoru!
4. Ao Haru Ride
Yoshioka Futaba has a few reasons why she wants to "reset" her image and life as a new high-school student. Because she's cute and had a demure personality she was ostracized by her female friends in junior high, and because of a series of misunderstandings and mishaps, she couldn't get her feeling across to the one boy she has always liked, Tanaka Kou.
Now in high school, she is determined to be as unladylike as possible so that her friends won't be jealous of her. While living her life this way contentedly, she meets Tanaka-kun again, but he now goes under the name of Mabuchi Kou. He tells her that he felt the same way as she did when they were younger, but that they cannot go back. Will Futaba be able to continue her love that never even started from three years ago?
5. Awayuki no Namida
Ritsuka, who likes to watch the snow as it falls, has an unrequited love for Fubuki, who lives with an older woman. Ritsuka and Fubuki fall in love, but Fubuki still has past debts toward the older woman, who was his dead brother's fiancee.
6. Bambi to Dhole
Yukimi is her real name but everyone calls her Bambi. She is the student discipline committee member who locks students out of the school if they're a minute late, but sneaks cigarette breaks on the roof. Lone wolf transfer student Tetsu Nagasawa hops the fence after she locks it and breaks her cigarette in half when he finds her on the roof, but he's a super nice guy to a mother and baby on the train. Bambi already has a boyfriend but will the wolf steal her heart?
7. Celeste Blue
Eishi is one of those popular guys that are smart, good looking, and is good at sports. However, he thinks people and "love" are bothersome and would rather not deal with either of them. When his teacher told him to help this girl, Uta, to study, he dreaded the idea of having to stick with such an annoying girl. Soon, though, his heart starts to lighten up towards her.
8. Datte, Kimi ga Warau kara
Let’s get into a time machine and return to that time.
Where it was always fun and you were always laughing, to that time...
"I only have three more months to live"
Yui who just transferred to a new school in the countryside becomes Ryo’s classmate. Yui who is suffering from an illness has a "wish" that she can’t tell anyone, but Ryo wants to grant her that wish but…
After death, reality hits Ryo and Yui.
This is the story of the eternal promise that was made by the two of them.
9. Eien no Mae
Arisa has had a crush on classmate Nageki since the school festival, but has never spoken to him. Will she be able to strike up a conversation before they part ways at graduation?
10. Futari no Himitsu
Saijou Kiki is a model and child star and with the release of her new commercial her popularity skyrockets. At school, she harbors feelings for Takumi-kun... but somehow ends up kissing his friend Teppei?! And what's more, they've switched bodies due to some sort of old legend?!
11. Getsuyoubi Kara Kataomoi
Despite his one-sided love, a prince at school encouraged his crush to confess to her crush. But he also could not resist confessing to her. What will happen?
12. Hachimitsu ni Hatsukoi
Koharu and Nacchan are childhood friends which many of their friends thought they are a dating couple. Soon, after getting into senior high school, Koharu feels something different with Nacchan. While Koharu tries to figure out her feelings, Nacchan's already falling in love with someone else, the beautiful Saionji, but his love doesn't stop him from caring for Koharu. Does what Nacchan feel towards Saionji really be love? Why can't he let Koharu go on a blind date?
13. Hatsukoi Hakusho
A collection of one shots.
14. Hiren Trip
Miyu, an ordinary new first-year student who hopes to become a mangaka meets the schools’ class president who seems to have a hidden side to him. While being pushed around by the cool but private class president, the curtain on Miyu's stormy school life is raised.
15. Katakoi Triangle
Sekiya-san of the cultural library has an unrequited love for Yuuki-kun. The one who cares about Sekiya-san is the popular Kasai-kun, who is also Yuuki-kun's friend! And, what's this? Yuuki-kun is rooting for Kasai-kun?! It seems that everyone's feelings are one-sided... or are they?
16. Kimi ga Inakya Dame tte Itte
Nayu and Oumi are childhood friends. Without realizing it, Nayu finds she has fallen for Oumi over the years. However, just as she comes to terms with her feelings, Oumi reveals himself to be in love with the pretty Tsuzuki-san in his class. How will Nayu deal with such heartbreak?
17. Kimi o Omou Toki
What does it mean to love? Most of the time, I don't know... Falling in love with someone always ends up with a farewell. Encounters in which you can meet a kind man are very rare. For someone to tell me, "Momo-chan, I love you very much~ ♪" and to caress me with a smile... I don't understand the meaning of those things. Still, that kind of behavior gives me a warm feeling and makes my head spin.
18. Kimi to Kyun Koi, Shiyou
A collection of one shots.
19. Kobayashi ga Kawai Sugite Tsurai
The comedy starts when the cross-dressing begins! The Kobayashi twins, Mego and Mitsuru, were named after historical figures, but only Mego has grown up with a taste for history. So when Mitsuru is in danger of losing his weekends to extra history classes, he convinces his sister to swap clothes with him and ace his tests! After all, how hard can it be for them to play each other?
But Mego can’t rely on just her book smarts in Mitsuru’s all-boys, delinquents’ paradise of a high school. And Mitsuru finds life as a high school girl to be much more complicated than he expected!
20. Koi dano Ai dano
After constantly transferring during middle school (Warau Kanoko-Sama), Naedoko has entered Takara No Tani High along with Tsubaki. Follow her adventures as she tries to restore the Newspaper Club's status without being noticed by the Broadcasting Club or Student Council...!
21. Koi ni Dokubari
Youthful, real love between a pure girl x sharp-tongued boy. ‘The boy I’ve had a long unrequited love for has found himself a girlfriend. On top of that, she’s my best friend. Even though I’m the one who met him and fell in love with him first. Why did he not choose me…?’ Heart-broken Aya meets Ryuu, an unpredictable, older boy. Aya gradually begins to be drawn to this sharp-tongued, but kind Ryuu. However, this love isn’t straightforward at all. “When you fall in love, you can’t keep being a ‘kind, good girl’.” Ryuu’s words pierce her heart, doesn’t disappear and is painful, but…?
22. Last Game
Yanagi is rich, smart, a girl-magnet, and always at the top of his class... well, until Kujou transferred in his primary school. She was quiet, plain, and poor, yet not once has she failed at beating Yanagi, both in academics and sports! Yanagi has made it his life goal to defeat her and thus, followed her from elementary until college over the past 10 years. Only when he decides to change the rules might he finally win. Here comes their last game!
23. Love so Life
Shiharu is a high-school student who loves kids, lives in an orphanage, and works at a daycare... Until the handsome uncle of two-year-old twins offers her a raise if she'll be their babysitter. Often relying on memories of her mother's actions for guidance, Shiharu quickly finds herself falling in love with her new makeshift family.
24. Mako to Aki-chan no Koigokoro
A collection of one shots.
25. Metallic Colors
The story of a stylish and gaudy girl who strives to win the heart of the boy she likes.
26. Nonchan to Watashi
Risa and Takumi are childhood friends, but due to a fight in the past, they stopped talking to each other. Now university students, Takumi is a famous playboy who goes out with a different girl every day, and Risa still regrets not having been able to apologize for what she did six years ago...
27. Orange
In the Spring she was 16, Takamiya Naho receives a strange, but detailed letter from herself, ten years in the future. At first she thinks the letter is a prank, but then the things written in the letter actually happen, including the new transfer student that sits next to her in class, Naruse Kakeru. The letter reads just like her diary entries, down to the same characters. It is not till two weeks later, when Kakeru shows back up at school, that Naho finishes the letter. In the letter, her 27-year-old self tells her 16-year-old self that her biggest regret is that Kakeru is no longer with them in the future, and asks her to watch him closely.
28. Propose no Okite
A high school girl becomes a wife?! And her husband is the worst man? Because she had to pay her family’s debt, she married! The husband is the son of a big Hotel company. The first time she saw him she said "You got a wife thanks to your money! You’re the worst!" "I maybe the worst", he said "but you’ll have to live all your life by my side…"
29. Saboten no Himitsu
Miku Yamada has a longtime crush on classmate Kyohei Fujioka. But no matter how many times she tries to show him how she feels, clueless Kyohei just doesn't get it. Frustrated, Miku gives up on him, only to have him start calling her "Cactus" for being prickly when he's around. Will Kyohei ever figure out Cactus's secret?
30. Shitsuren Biyoushitsu
A collection of one shots.
31. SP x Baby
A romantic comedy about a privileged man and his kickass female bodyguard.
Tamaki Hasegawa misses an interview for a much-needed job in order to stop an assault on a man running for his life! The man—Kagetora Sugo, the prime minister’s nephew—then asks Tamaki to become his bodyguard.
Tamaki isn’t sure she’s cut out to be a bodyguard, but Kagetora has another reason for wanting to hire her. Unbeknownst to her, they’ve met before…
32. Special A
Her whole life, Hikari Hanazono has been consumed with the desire to win against her school rival, Kei Takishima--at anything. He always comes out on top no matter what he does, and Hikari is determined to do whatever it takes to beat this guy!
33. Suki desu Suzuki-kun
Suzuki Hikaru, Hoshino Sayaka, Ito Chihiro and Suzuki Shinobu are all new students who have just entered the same middle school. Sayaka is a shy girl who secretly loves acting. Hikaru is an energetic boy who loves basketball. Incidentally, he shares the same last name with Shinobu, a popular rich boy who would be perfect if not for his rotten personality. Chihiro is Hikaru’s childhood friend and has long had a crush on him.
34. Wana Love - Wanna be the Honey Trap
Mayuko is a model. She's acting like a beauty in front of guys but in fact she's suffering of an unrequited love with the cameraman Nagumo...Will she reveal her true nature through his lens...?
35. Yoshiwara Hana Oboro
Hana is a normal teenager who goes to school normally, that is until she gets run over by a car... or did she? Suddenly, she finds herself in a weird place known as the "Red Light District"... in EDO PERIOD?! Trying to find a way to get back to her own time, she somehow gets mistaken for a prostitute and has to escape. Not expecting to be saved by a gentleman, she suddenly ends up in a geisha house.. but then she is bought by the same guy who helped her earlier?!
36. Yumemiru Taiyou
While loitering in the park, Shimana Kameko, who intended to run away from home and skipped school, meets a suspicious man in a kimono. This man, who had been locked out of his house, offers Shimana a place to stay. However, he requests she fulfill three conditions in exchange for her tenancy?!
#manga#shoujo recommendation#unrequited love#romance#ao haru ride#bambi to dhole#kobayashi ga kawai sugite tsurai#last game#love so life#orange#special a#suki desu suzuki kun#yumemiru taiyou#one shot#sherlock#shoujo manga#mangacap#mitsuki kako#wana love
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Broken Promise
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A/N: this is a little extra excerpt. PART VI: is open interpretation, but this is also how it could have ended
Thanks so much for reading it!
Warnings: Angst, alcohol intoxication, slight alcoholism
Genre: Fluff, Angst
EXTRA:
That day in the shop was a new beginning for you and Akaashi. Bokuto was so happy to see his old friend, that he started bringing him around more. You were older now and happily married to the man of your dreams. You and Akaashi both decided you could at least acknowledge the others presence. And acknowledge you did.
Your families were ecstatic that you two were talking again after so long. Weekly dinners now included Akaashi and his family. It was almost like nothing had changed after all. Akaashi could almost pretend that everything was the same as before. When he showed up to your parents with a bouquet of roses he was sure things could return to normal, it would only take a little time. He knocked and waited patiently for you to greet him, only to be met with the face of your husband's twin. He was surprised that Atsumu was there, and did a poor job concealing it. “Just because Samu closes the shop on Sunday’s, don’t mean I ain’t invited to family dinner.” Atsumu declared, eyeing him up and down.. “I am family afterall...she doesn’t like roses by the way...makes her skin breakout in hives.” he smirks, opening the door wider and leaving him out to let himself in. Akaashi leaves the flowers and steps inside sliding his shoes off. He can hear you talking to someone in the living room. Making his way inside he bows to your parents and then his own. Turning to greet you he sees you stroking your slight baby bump talking to Omi-omi about the differences in sanitization in a hospital versus a home birth. Atsumu sidles up to you, dropping a peck to your forehead before informing you that your husband would be along shortly. Akaashi takes note of the fact that both men sit on each side of you leaving no room for him to attempt a chance at one on one conversation.
When dinner was plated and everyone was seated the front door opened and you heard your husband call out his greeting. You jumped to your feet shuffling to the entryway to greet him properly. “Evening princess, these...are for you.” he grins kissing you softly as he slides the lilies in your hands. You blush softly and thank him; tugging him into the dining room. “Sit down, ill make you a plate; Akaashi-san was just telling everyone about ideas for his next big book.” you say making your way to the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase. “I don’t have much left to say on the topic...was it busy at the shop today Miya-san?” Akaashi asked, changing the subject abruptly. That first dinner and the many dinners following Akaashi had to sit and watch as you doted and loved a man that wasn’t him. He watched as your belly grew and you glowed with your pregnancy. Watching this man live the life that was meant for him did something to Akaashi. It made him feel things he didn’t think he would ever be capable of feeling. It was never a part of his plan afterall, and Akaashi always stuck with his plan.
If anyone had asked Akaashi when the drinking started, he would probably tell them it started the night of the dinner. On his way home, he had stopped by the closest liquor store and bought a bottle. He was never much of a drinker, but he couldn’t seem to get his mind to stop wandering. All he could think about was what it would have been like if he were your husband. What it would have felt like holding your hand over your growing belly. If the baby would look more like him or more like you. And everytime he saw you after that night, it was all he could think about. Instead of fixing his growing alcohol problem, he chose to hide it. Akaashi had always been good at hiding his emotions. He managed to fool you into thinking Michi wasn’t a threat after all, so no one ever suspected that he would sit at home and drink himself stupid after every interaction he had with you. They had no clue he would sit at home and stare at old pictures of the two of you. Thinking of what should have been. They had no idea that as your pregnancy continued on, all he could think about was him being the one you need. NOT the man that stole you away from him.
Around your eighth month Osamu had to take a business trip to scope out a potential location in Hokkaido. He didn’t want to leave you, but you knew it was important for him to go; so you helped pack and assured him that you would be perfectly fine. Bokuto and Akaashi met up at the front of the shop for lunch to see you closing. “Why are you closing so early [name]-chan?” Bokuto asked, confused. You laughed softly, “Osamu is out of town for the next couple days, so I shut everything down until he comes back…he doesn’t want me working too much now that I’m close.” you answer by tugging the door to ensure it’s locked tightly. “You can grab lunch with me and Akaashi!” Bokuto shouts excitedly tugging at your arm. “I would love to go Bo-chan, but I have to go meet up with my mom for my appointment.” you chide taking your hand and placing it down to your side. “We’ll walk you to the station.” Akaashi states, “It wouldn’t do good for a woman in your condition to roam around on your own.” You simply nodded and started waddling in the direction of the train station. Akaashi could only watch you plan unfolding in the back of his mind.
That evening you had fallen asleep on the couch almost immediately after facetiming your husband. It had been a long day for you following the doctor’s appointment. Sleeping soundly you didn’t hear the first few knocks on your door. The light knocking turned to harsh banging that startled you awake. Flipping the entry-way light on you made your way to the door bleary eyed swiftly tugging it open. What you did not expect was a severely drunk Akaashi hunched over your front stoop. “Akaashi-san…what are you doing here, it’s…it’s 1 in the morning?” you asked slightly pissed off. “Don’t..Don’t call me Akaashi-san”he mumbled swaying on his feet. “You always…I’ve always been..Kaashi-chan!” he continued trying to steady himself as he stepped up the stoop. “You should…you should be my wife…and that should be my baby!” the further up he got the louder he got. You took a step back into the entryway. “It doesn’t work that way Akaashi-san…we aren’t the same kids we were back then.” you chided softly, eyeing him to make sure he didn’t move any further. He stopped swaying to tilt his head and squint at you. “You should leave him.” he whispered harshly. “I could take better care of you.”he snapped his fingers. “When you have the babies, you can leave and we’ll run away together!” he swings his arms giddily excitement building at his grand idea. “I can’t do that Akaashi-san…I love Samu…he’s everything to me, and I love these babies.” you say softly stroking your protruding belly. “Why would you possibly think I could abandon them?” you asked looking straight at him now. “For us, and our future!”he states getting down on his knees. “You promised you’d love me forever, you promise me forever [name]” he sniffles hands clutching the end of your robe. You stand there wiping your tears as you try to step back. He tugs harder pulling you closer. You grab his wrist and he pulls himself up crushing his lips to yours. You open your palms and try to push him off you; but he pulls you tighter. The pressure on your lips makes you nauseous. And suddenly it’s gone. You open your eyes to find Akaashi on his back at the bottom of the stoop and Atsumu standing in front of you. With relief you drop to your knees sobs wracking through your body.
That night was the last time you saw Akaashi. Atsumu called Omi-omi to sit with you while he and Bokuto escorted him home. Bokuto stayed the night to make sure he was alright, and the next morning he told Akaashi he couldn’t be friends with him anymore. After everything he did to [name] he couldn’t. “You told her she promised to love you forever…but you stopped loving her first Akaashi…you broke your promise.” Bokuto stated walking out of the apartment.
Weeks later Akaashi could be found sitting outside a cafe in sunny California. He wrote his parents a letter apologizing for the abruptness of his leaving; but he needed a fresh start. He needed a place that would hold reminders of you. With an iced coffee and his open laptop he began to write. This would be the sequel to his best seller. He would lay it all out and pen down what really happened all those years ago. The title of his new sequel…
~Broken Promise~
A year later you came home from a photo shoot to a box on the counter. “What’s in the box babe?” you asked Osamu scanning the top for a label. He shrugged, “I’m not sure princess, a delivery man dropped it off at the shop earlier today.”he answered. As you opened the box you discussed your days and how the kids did at daycare. “They’re books, but I don’t recall ordering any.” you read the title and the author. A memory digging at the back of your brain you can’t seem to recall. The next day was your one day off. You dropped the boys off at daycare and swung by the coffee shop for a latte. Sitting in the comfort of your home you opened the first book and started reading. For the rest of the day you read the first and then the second. Closing the second book your breathing became uneven. You heaved once….twice…and finally your body started shaking as tears poured out. You pulled your knees to your chest as sobs wracked through you. Your mind falling back to the memories that started at seven and ended a year ago. You sat and you cried. You cried for the 7 year olds that made the first pinky promise. You cried for the 13 year olds that confessed their love. You cried for the 18 year olds that would never know what the future could have been. You laid yourself down and you cried, for the friend you lost and the life you could have had. And when your husband came home to you crying; he simply pulled you to his chest and let you continue to cry. Stroking your hair he whispered softly that it was okay. That it was bound to happen. And he proceeded to tell you all about the girl he saw crying in the middle of the park. How she was so strong to him and so beautiful. He continued to whisper little anecdotes from your lives together. Reminding you that he loved you and that he would never let you go. As you cried in your husband’s arms you knew that everything would be okay. You sent a silent thank you to your old friend for finally giving you the closure that you needed.
Thanks for test-reading for me <3 @dabilove27
@k-eijiakaashi the closure you asked for hopefully :3
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The Miys, Ch. 103
This chapter was, honestly, a complete an total delight to write. I wanted to take an opportunity to work more with a character who has gotten very little ‘screen’ time: Sam. He’s one of two characters on the autism spectrum (please correct me if that isn’t the right term?) who are based on actual people who I’ve been acquainted with. I’ve admittedly shied away from writing much of Sam or Derek, largely because I have been scared into flop-sweats at the possibility that I will misrepresent autistic people. Even though I was acquainted with the real life versions of both Sam and Derek, that was nearly a decade ago and memory is fickle.
However. In an effort to do better all the way around with the characters I am writing, I found podcasts of people on the spectrum talking about what makes them unique, how they feel about being autistic, and what they consider good representation. And then I took a deep breath and wrote this chapter. It is the first, but I don’t want it to be the only. Turns out? Sam is a REALLY neat dude (I think)!
Finally, finally, I had a day off from work and crises. Tyche planned to spend the day baking, Antoine was booked solid with appointments after taking his ‘sabbatical’ to help Xiomara, and everyone else in my life was currently either teaching or attending Galactic Core classes this shift. The single exception was Conor, who currently was serving his volunteer shift in the aeroponics lab.
Because of this, I was currently making my way down there, steak and beer pie in hand, to surprise him with lunch. A happy humming trailed behind me, both from the newfound free time on my hands and the fact that Hujylsogox technology meant I wasn’t burning my hands while carrying the food for more than five seconds. In fact, forty-five minutes later, the pastry was still hot, my hands were still cool, and I was paging for entry into the lab with a note that I was carrying food, just in case any poisonous plants were out.
It was one time I forgot, and fortunately it only upset Conor’s stomach and wasn’t fatal.
Shortly, the door slid open to reveal - Sam, not Conor. “Hey,” I grinned, recovering quickly. “I didn’t know you’d be down here right now, or I would have brought you lunch, too.” Trying to be less awkward, I gently rocked the pie in my hands. “I’m sure Conor doesn’t mind sharing though?”
Sam smiled in return and stepped back. “It smells like beer,” he replied. “But thank you.”
“The alcohol cooks out?” I tried, caught between being polite and being pushy.
To my somewhat relief, he shook his head. “Yeast,” he pointed out, wrinkling his nose and sticking his tongue out slightly. “Not a fan.”
Couldn’t exactly blame him, since I didn’t drink beer for a similar reason. “Next time, I’ll check if you’re going to be here, and bring you lunch too.”
“Sophia,” he started to admonish, before affixing me with a wordless stare.
Ugh. Apparently, I wasn’t quite free of my own awkwardness. “I just feel like I should bring food for everyone I know and not just Conor,” I tried to explain. “Where I grew up, it’s rude to bring food for only one person.”
“I eat,” he replied, waving vaguely.
It took a few moments to realize that I completely misunderstood the gesture. He wasn’t waving without meaning at all.
“Are those tomatoes!?” I gasped. “And that’s baby butter lettuce… Cucumbers!? You have cucumbers!?”
“Baby ones,” Sam grinned proudly just as Conor came in.
“Thought I heard your voice,” he laughed before tipping my face up for a kiss. “Sam showing off his salad again?”
I forced a glare and gently poked my partner in the chest. “Tomatoes. Conor. You did not tell me there were fresh tomatoes.”
Conor laughed, but Sam was the one to reply. “They just turned ripe today. You can have them if you want?”
“Oh, gosh,” I gasped, no small amount of wistfulness in my words. “Sam, I was joking. Just teasing him, I promise. I wasn’t seriously mad, and please don’t give these to me because you thought I was upset. I’m not. It was a joke.” Trying to compose myself, I forced a hand through my hair. “Did you grow these?”
He nodded, excited. “In soil we think will be like the soil on Von. As a test, to see if they taste different.”
My head, neck, and eyebrows all shot up. “Are they safe to eat?”
“These are, yes. The earlier ones, we weren’t sure, so Conor couldn’t tell you about them.”
“Sam, seriously. These aren’t my tomatoes. They belong to everyone, so thank you for being careful and not letting anyone eat them until you were sure.”
“I know you want a tomato, Sophia.” Without hesitation, he reached out and plucked three from a nearby plant. “If all three of us eat one, to test the flavor, then they can’t be ‘your’ tomatoes, right?”
Conor shook me gently. “He has a point, love. These are the first batch that ripened and tested safe for humans. Sam’s probably eaten his weight in them, but I don’t think any other people have tried them.”
Sam looked down, trying to hide his ear-splitting smile. “They taste really good.”
With a sigh of defeat, I looked at the dark red berry in my hand. My curiosity instantly took over. “These look like zebra tomatoes, kind of.”
Sam’s face lit up, while Conor was still studying the one he had. “They’re a cross! A black zebra tomato and a Cherokee chocolate tomato, modified to be grape sized!” He popped his into his mouth, crushing it happily. “Not very acidic, but the soil also gives them more of a mineral flavor.”
Fascinated, all hesitation left my body as I shoved the fruit into my mouth. The first bite was an explosion, part familiar acidic taste, part something that I could only describe as ‘red’, and something… almost stony. Not in texture, but in flavor. It wasn’t something I had ever experienced with a tomato, but -
“Wine,” I murmured. “It’s.. stony, like a wine. New Zealand white, actually, with the volcanic soil… That’s…”
“It’s clean,” Conor interjected. Chewing thoughtfully, he continued. “That mineral taste keeps it from lingering in your mouth. I bet I could eat one of these tomatoes and bite a piece of cake right after without the flavors crossing.”
Sam replied, but it was so quiet I couldn’t hear him. When I asked him to repeat himself, he turned his face toward me with his eyes closed, hands grasping nervously. “I like to dip them in Nutella,” he enunciated loudly.
OH.
The idea of ‘tomatoes and Nutella’ made me draw up short, but then I thought over what Sam had said. He didn’t say he liked tomatoes, in general, in hazelnut spread, he said he liked these tomatoes dipped in it. And Conor’s point about eating one and then a bite of cake echoed through my mind. Nodding firmly, I tried to telegraph my confidence in Sam as hard as I could, lifting my chin far enough to make my neck itch. “Well then. You know these tomatoes better than anyone, and have eaten more than anyone. I would like to try these in Nutella, if you have three more ripe ones?”
Sam’s eyes snapped open briefly before he snatched three of the fattest little tomatoes he could find. Eagerly, he yanked open a random drawer and revealed a hidden container of the spread. “I’ll have to hide it again, Conor eats it on everything,” he confessed before swiping the tomatoes through like they were strawberries, leaving a neat little curl of chocolate and hazelnut on each one.
Taking the one offered to me gingerly, I had to admit I felt intrigued. The deftness Sam used to dip them told me that this wasn’t only something he’d tried, it was how he enjoyed these the most. Before Conor could get over the concept of chocolate and hazelnut on a tomato, I popped my treat in my mouth to satisfy my curiosity.
Holy. Fiendish. Shit. I almost choked on the amount of saliva that filled my mouth. That was incredible, if I was being brutally honest. I never would have tried it with a tomato grown in Terran soil, but… hell. This was a whole new thing. “Sam,” I choked out as I desperately tried to keep from shouting. “You’re….. That’s brilliant.” The flavor was like chocolate, hazelnuts, strawberry, and orange, washed down with a good wine. “I think you just converted me to Nutella.”
Conor gaped, which only made Sam laugh harder. “Sophia,” Conor sputtered. “Do you mean to tell me that you hate Nutella so much that experimental tomatoes are what convinced you? I feel like I don’t know you at all, suddenly.”
“Yeah, no,” I confirmed. “This is probably the first time I’ve liked it in my life.”
“I want a divorce.”
“We aren’t even married,” I pointed out, before realizing that Sam was getting incredibly upset. “Annnnnd we can’t make that joke, babe.” Making sure Conor saw me glancing at Sam, I clarified. “Sam, that’s just a joke. Conor wouldn’t break up with me over Nutella any more than Maverick broke up with me because I like spicy food. But we - “ I elbowed Conor just hard enough to get his attention without making him choke on his second tomato, “won’t joke like that again. I’m sorry.”
Hesitantly, Sam nodded before wrinkling his nose. “You do like really spicy food.”
“I do,” I confirmed. “And Maverick does not. So, I make him food that isn’t as spicy. And, just like that, I don’t eat Nutella, and Conor doesn’t make me.”
Narrowing his eyes, Sam turned to Conor. “Is that why you always steal mine?”
Conor nodded sheepishly. “I’m sorry, mate. I’m really bad about that, aren’t I?”
“It’s free, Conor,” Sam pointed emphatically to the wall. “From the console.”
“Does that mean you’re mad?”
“It means stop leaving empty containers in my drawer. If you eat the last of it, at least get me more. Geez!”
“So, you aren’t mad?”
“I’m mad about the empty containers,” Sam scowled. “There is nothing nice about coming to work with all this fruit” he gestured expansively “and having nothing to dip it in.”
Conor opened his mouth to reply, but closed it just as quickly.
“He’s got a point,” I added, knowing I was entirely unhelpful. “I mean, what if I made meatloaf and no mashed potatoes? Or gravy? No either?”
His head snapped toward me, his expression horrified. “Sophia, what in the…. You would never expect someone to -” Without prompting, he cut himself off. “Ah, shit. I’ve been an arse, haven’t I?”
“You have been a complete donkey,” Sam intoned seriously. Then, with a smirk, he added, “I think you owe me pickles.”
Conor groaned at that. Sam loved pickles, but only specific kinds. Predictably, my boyfriend’s face pivoted to leverage his most beseeching expression at me.
Unfazed, I shook my head. “Nope. I’m not the one who ate his snack topping. I’ll give you the recipe, and you can make the pickles.”
“Love…”
“Taking his Nutella and not replacing it is rude, and you know how I feel about rude people.” I examined my nails closely. “And you are perfectly capable of getting whole radishes and matchstick carrots from the console, but nice try.”
“Brussels sprouts, too, please,” Sam asked politely.
All I could do with such a request was nod firmly. “And the brussels sprouts.”
“I don’t even like - “
“They aren’t for you,” I pointed out. “Although, I’m sure Maverick will appreciate it if you make a double batch of the radishes.”
“And Derek likes the brussels sprouts,” Sam pointed out.
When Conor sank to the floor with a groan, neither of us could restrain our laughter. Who knew that ill-gotten chocolate led to pickling your worst enemies? Then again, I guess Conor was about to find that out the hard way.
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Entry 8: Rinkah’s Burning Loins
My Castle
After fully dedicating ourselves to Hoshido, the game finally really begins. We’re given access to a customizable castle in the Astral Plane where our army waits between battles. We can talk to our units, giving them minor stat boosts or new weapons. Right off the bat, we have a farm and spring to give us resources, rooms for Corrin and Lilith, and a Hall of Records.
In Lilith’s spring, we can feed her to make her level up. Different foods affect her stats in different ways. Note that, although Lilith now has stats, she isn’t usable in battle. Other players can invade our Castle through spotpass, which I’ll discuss in a later entry, and Lilith is only usable in those battles.
Lilith
Lilith is a weird squirrel dragon thing that floats around clutching a random ball. She used to be our stable girl and is now our pet. I think she has a crush on Corrin. Her design is unique and cute, I like it. Gameplay wise, she can only use a modified Physic staff. I don’t dislike her personality, but she feels like a throwaway character added at the last minute. She raises a ton of questions that I doubt will ever be answered.
In the Hall of Records, we can see descriptions of all the units we’ll ever recruit, rewatch cutscenes, read unreadable poems, and play around with a relationship tester. The relationship tester is randomized, by the way, which kinda makes it pointless. That said, it told me that Corrin expects betrayal from Rinkah, while Rinkah’s loins are set afire by Corrin. This is now canon, I have decided.
In Corrin’s room, we can change their hairstyle and invite an ally over to chill. I chose Kaze. He complimented Corrin’s piano skills, which she apparently has, then stared at us, blushing, while thanking us for saving him from Garon.
So, let’s talk about the elephant in the room. In the Japanese version you get to rub units while in close up mode. Like Pokemon Amie except...with people. This was removed in the English version. A lot of Fire Emblem fans were pissed, crying about censorship because Nintendo of America had the gall to remove the minigame where you rub Camila’s tiddies while she moans. And I’m going to say a hot take right now: they made the right call. That stuff was weird and indulgent. It was the living embodiment of the fanservice focussed design that plagues modern Fire Emblem games. Good riddance.
Inviting allies to Corrin’s cool sex treehouse boosts our support levels. I suppose it's time I mentioned that. In Fire Emblem games, units form bonds from fighting next to each other, unlocking short conversations that flesh them out as characters. Units also fight together better when they have high supports. Now, here’s the fun thing about supports:
There are more than 600 supports in this game. Not support conversations, support lines, each of which is made up of three or four conversations. And, because God has cursed me for my hubris and my work is never finished, I’m going to read all of them.
Admittedly, I’m not going to unlock all of them. S-Rank conversations result in marriages and each unit only gets one. It’d take a few dozen playthroughs to get all of Corrin’s S-Rank conversations and I don’t hate myself that much, so I’m reading the transcripts from the wiki. I think I’m going to do four supports per Entry; that’ll leave me with a few extra by the time we reach the end, but I’ll just do a support grab bag entry or something.
Before we do supports, let’s finish up improving the castle. I built a weapon shop and a statue of Corrin that boosts her max speed. We are limited on the number of buildings we can build, but that isn’t a big deal yet because the only other option was to build a stave shop.
Support: Corrin/Rinkah
C: Corrin attempts to discuss battle tactics with Rinkah, but Rinkah blows her off and tells her to stop trying to be friends. Rinkah does acknowledge that Corrin’s authority and that Corrin saved her life, but tells the princess leave her alone.
B: Corrin pesters Rinkah until she explains why she’s so aloof. Rinkah explains that, the Flame Tribe keeps a great flame burning in the center of the village to honor the God of Fire. In the past, outsiders have extinguished the fire. One such instance was followed by a volcanic eruption that decimated the tribe. As a rule, the people of the Flame Tribe are wary of outsiders. Rinkah also explains that she’s working for Hoshido because her father commanded her to, much to her chagrin.
A: Rinkah explains that she would have preferred to die an honorable warrior’s death than be captured and resents Corrin for sparing her. Corrin says that she’s glad Rinkah is still alive, because it means Rinkah and her can be friends. Corrin also says that, despite the chaos of war, she believes in fate and its ability to bring people together. Corrin encourages Rinkah to use this opportunity to learn more about the outside world and bring that knowledge home with her. Rinkah begrudgingly agrees.
This is how the conversation will end on my playthrough, but if Corrin has a penis, you can get an S-Rank proposal conversation. I���ll be listing all of these off along with the normal conversations.
S: Rinkah comes to Corrin, blushing, and tells him that he has been a constant reminder of her shame and regret over being captured. But, over time, these feelings were replaced with love. Love that she hated, because Corrin is an outsider. Corrin says that he’s loved Rinkah since the day they met and only told her to be friendly to other people as an excuse to spend time with her. Rinkah states that, from now on, she will remember her capture as the happiest day of her life and the two get married.
Review: I really like this support line. It expands Rinkah’s backstory and culture, ties it into Corrin’s own isolation and belief in fate, and deals with the tumultuous meeting they had in Chapter 2. The confession comes out of nowhere, admittedly, but I do like Rinkah grappling with her mixed feelings of hate and love. Solid support.
Support: Corrin/Jakob
C: Corrin comes to Jakob to ask for a favor. Jakob interrupts her by humorously listing off the things he would do for Corrin. Things like slay dragons for her, which is actually kinda offensive now that I think about it. Corrin begs Jakob to allow her to be independent and Jakob refuses. Corrin explains that she’s his boss and he tells her that servitude is his reason for living. Jakob explains that, when he started working for Corrin, he was incompetent, and her kindness towards him made him indebted to her. The two compromise on the agreement that Jakob will teach Corrin how to make tea. After Corrin leaves, Jakob mumbles to himself that things might get apocalyptic.
B: Corrin repeatedly tries and fails to make a decent cup of tea. Both of them get some funny lines in, with Corrin telling Jakob that she can’t hear him because she’s ignoring him and Jakob saying that, saying that they’ll run out of leaves before Corrin makes decent tea. They meaning the nation in this case. Corrin eventually makes a passable cup, after Jakob secretly adds in sugar.
A: Jakob admits to Corrin that he messed with her tea and she laughs it off, admitting that she knew all along. She apologizes for being stubborn and accepts that she still needs Jakob’s help sometimes. Jakob says that he falls apart without Corrin. Corrin says that the two of them are alike in that way and Jakob literally faints from joy.
S: Jakob is acting more distant than normal. When Corrin asks him about this, he admits that he’s fallen for her and resigns from his duties as butler, because it is improper for him to have feelings for his mistress. Corrin begs him to say because she needs him and admits that she loves him too. The two of them get embarrassed and Corrin fires Jakob, giving him the new job of husband.
Review: This was a hilarious support that really made me appreciate Jakob’s snarky yet loyal personality. He is the perfect butler. The conflict of Corrin wanting to be independent and Jakob wanting to take care of her is a good dynamic that made me appreciate the relationship between these two characters. I do like them more as a platonic couple than a romantic one, but Jakob quitting his job because falling in love with Corrin is improper is a nice character moment.
Support: Corrin/Kaze
C: A villager gives Kaze a bunch of radishes because he’s super hot. And I mean, he is. Kaze apparently doesn’t realize that he’s hot until Corrin explains it to him. Kaze mentions that he dislikes the attention because he isn’t a good person before running off.
B: Corrin asks Kaze to follow her around so she can figure out what’s bothering him. Kaze says no, so Corrin annoys him until he agrees to hang out with him. Then he runs away again.
A: Kaze admits to Corrin that it was his fault that Garon kidnapped her, because when he was a child, he noticed the Nohrian soldiers that killed Sumeragi were in the city but said nothing about it. I don’t know how that makes Corrin’s kidnapping his fault, you’d expect there to be soldiers guarding a king. And the fact that Kaze was there means that there were also Hoshido soldiers, which means there was no reason to be suspicious of the Nohrians. Also, Kaze was a teenager at the oldest, so he should probably get some leeway. Whatever. Kaze apologizes to Corrin and Corrin, in turn, apologizes for making him live with guilt for fifteen years. Corrin also points out that Kaze led her home, meaning that they’re even now. Kaze compares Corrin to Mikoto because of her kindness and pledges to serve Corrin as her loyal retainer.
S: Corrin and Kaze joke around about Corrin’s kidnapping. It’s cute. Corrin mentions that, now that she’s spent so much time offscreen with Kaze, she likes him even more. Kaze blurts out that he loves Corrin, despite being her bodyguard, and the two propose.
Review: I found this chain a bit lacking, to be honest. The first two conversations were filler and the origin for Kaze’s guilt complex is kinda dumb. Kaze’s relationship with Corrin defines him as a character. He is so guilt ridden over her kidnapping that he would betray his country and his family to protect her. Later parts of the game hinge on this relationship. But, three of their four conversations are dull. I do like Kaze’s guilt complex as a concept, and think becoming Corrin’s retainer alongside Jakob and/or Felicia and a way to repent, but it isn’t enough to save this support line.
Support: Kaze/Rinkah
C: Kaze gets a bunch of candy for being hot and shares it with Rinkah, who secretly loves candy.
B: Kaze continues to give Rinkah candy.
A: Kaze continues to give Rinkah candy.
S: Kaze reveals that he’s been giving Rinkah candy because he’s in love with her.
Review: This one was a big let down. The fact that Kaze and Rinkah are introduced together made me think it would be about their capture, but no. It’s just Kaze giving Rinkah candy for four conversations straight. And it’s cute fluff, but it’s nothing more than that. There is something interesting below the surface with Rinkah hiding her love of candy to protect her image, but it’s never really explored.
So, off to a mixed start with the support conversations.
Birthright Chapter 7: A Vow Upheld
Team Corrin heads to a Hoshidan fort where Sakura is tending to wounded soldiers. We are introduced to Sakura’s retainers, Subaki and Hana. Suddenly, the fort is attacked by Nohrian forces. Corrin and Azura point out the ridiculousness of them attacking immediately after they arrived. Sakura freaks out because the fort is being used as a hospital and has no military value. So apparently Nohr is now being evil just to be evil.
Subaki and Hana agree to help Corrin defend the fort and argue over who’s more important to Sakura, much to her annoyance. Subaki and Hana give me a good opportunity to discuss a few interesting things about classes in this game. First off, unlike in most Fire Emblem games, classes are NOT gender-specific, as demonstrated by Subaki being the first male Pegasus Knight in the series. Secondly, the classic Fire Emblem classes were divided between the two nations. Nohr got Mercenaries, Hoshido got Myrmidons. Nohr got Wyvern Riders, Hoshido got Pegasus Knights. Etc. I really like this, it gives the two countries different feels in combat both aesthetically and mechanically. Finally, a lot of Hoshidan classes were renamed to be more Eastern, shown by Hana being a Samurai instead of a Myrmidon, or by Sakura being a Shrine Maiden instead of a Cleric.
Subaki
Subaki is a Sky Knight, this game’s equivalent of a Pegasus Knight. He can fly over terrain and has good speed and resistance, but is decimated by arrows. His personal skill buffs his hit and avoid when he has full health. Design wise, I like how ridiculously smug he looks. Personality wise, he seems over-competitive yet fiercely loyal to Sakura.
Hana
Hana is a Samurai with high speed and skill. Her personal skill damaged nearby enemies when she scores a kill. Her design is fine, if a little bland. Personality wise, she seems over-competitive yet fiercely loyal to Sakura.
Starting with this chapter, we have a prep menu, where we can choose which units to use and rearrange them on the map. We can bring our whole team in with us, so it’s a little pointless, but it's nice. Worth noting that you can have units start in pair up via this menu, unlike in Awakening where you had to pair them up after the battle started.
At the start of the battle, the chapter’s boss, a Cavalier named Silas, shouts out to Corrin that he’s her childhood best friend. She does not remember him even slightly. Okie dokie.
This map is decent. It’s a bit short, but it features a lot of good bottlenecks. The Dragon Veins can be used to open heal tiles, which is a bit pointless because you have two healers. When Silas and Corrin fight, he reiterates that they used to be friends. Corrin says that she can’t remember her past. And that confuses me, because I was under the impression that she got amnesia when she was taken to Nohr, which would have been before she met Silas. Unless he’s lying.
After the battle, Corrin refuses to kill Silas. She interrogates him about why he was so hesitant to attack them and he explains that, when they were children, he helped Corrin sneak out of the walls to have a picnic. The guards tried to execute Silas for this, but Corrin stopped them, because apparently guards listen to small children. Because of this, Silas feels he owes a debt to Corrin.
Question. Why was this random child allowed to play with the super secret hostage princess? Whatever.
Corrin eventually recovers a vague memory of Silas and asks him to join the gang. She explains that Garon is crazy and evil and that’s enough to make him swap sides. Silas is now officially the most sane character in the game. I mean, he should have probably realized this stuff before being sent to destroy a hospital for shits and giggles, but still.
Also, Silas mentions that Corrin’s favorite food is surf and turf. Perhaps this symbolizes how Corrin is stuck between both kingdoms? Or maybe it’s a random throwaway line. You be the judge!
At the end of the chapter, Saizo and a new character named Orochi show up, wounded, and report that Takumi and Ryoma have gone missing. Uh oh.
Team Corrin decide to help search for the missing princes. Sakura decides to come along, despite Corrin and Kaze’s objections. Silas also decides to come along and Saizo points out that he totally could be a spy or traitor. He’s a dick, but he is infinitely smarter than Kaze.
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Triple Play (Negan/Reader/Simon one-shot)
This fic was originally intended to be my entry for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash’s birthday challenge ages ago, but then life and a moody muse turned it into a forever WIP. And yet I just could not get story idea out of my head and did not stop until it was completed.
My prompt was “Technology – Walkie Talkies”.
Summary: some secrets are better left untold…or are they?
Characters: Negan x Reader x Simon
Word count: 5,616
Warnings: angst, dirty talk, smut, swearing
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“Okay, Y/N, your turn. Dwight, Negan, Simon,” Laura chirped, her voice hissing with static.
Your lips curled up into a wide grin as you raised the radio to your mouth.
“Fuck Negan, marry Simon, kill Dwight.”
“Damn, girl. That was quick!” Arat’s laugh echoed through the speaker. “You could have at least pretended to think about it for a minute.”
The Virginia sun was beating down with all its might as you made your way through the field in the knee-high grass. You retrieved the water bottle from your backpack, but the few gulps of lukewarm water did little to wet your parched throat.
Negan had sent out a search party for two workers who were stupid enough to break into the storage room and steal various supplies, but not smart enough to take a car to make their escape. It was just a question of time before they were captured, but you hoped it was going to happen before dinner. It was Friday, and tonight’s menu was going to be mac ‘n cheese. A hot meal and a cold shower, you craved nothing more.
You wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand while scanning the tree line for movement, but everything looked peaceful. Despite a badly decomposed walker that stumbled out of the forest about an hour ago, the search was uneventful. To kill time, Arat proposed to play ‘Fuck, marry, kill’ on the back-up channel, which she swore was safe from prying ears since nobody ever used it.
“Poor D, why would you hurt him?”
Laura could not hide the reproach in her tone. She had had a crush on Dwight since forever but didn’t dare to make a move on him, not even months after Sherry had married Negan.
“He’s a good dude, but not my type, sorry, not sorry.”
“Okay, what about Simon?” Arat chimed in. “I didn’t think you were the marrying type.”
The chorus of cicadas fell silent in the background as the transmission ended.
“I’m not, but I can’t fuck him too if I marry Negan.”
“Wait...what?”
An amused smile spread on your lips at the frantic reaction.
“Well, you know the rules. If you marry Negan, you can’t be with anybody else but him, right? But what if I want to fuck both him and Simon? The only way is to marry Simon and cheat on him with Negan. Or better yet, to coax them into a threesome.”
“Okay, I get Simon. He’s funny, has a killer swagger and that moustache must feel like heaven on your pussy,” Laura pondered. “But Negan…I mean, he’s hot, but also volatile, dangerous, and rough. He must be an animal in bed. I bet even his cum-face is scary.”
“I choose to accept the mission and find out for your peace of mind. I think he made Sherry come at least three times last night. Lucky bitch,” you sighed with envy recalling the sinful noises you overheard from Negan’s room.
“Then why don’t you volunteer to become a wife?”
“I worked my ass off to become a Savior, and will not give it up to sit around in the wives’ lounge, eat candy and paint my nails all day. I’d rather keep my job and fantasize about Negan and Simon while rubbing one out at night.”
The conversation was interrupted by your radio emitting a long beep, pulling you back to reality and the task at hand. You stopped in your tracks and switched to the primary channel.
“The search is over, we have the sorry shits in custody,” you heard Negan’s gravelly voice announce, his patience evidently worn thin. “Everybody get the fuck back to base now!”
You felt a pang of sorrow for the escapees. They were no doubt going to receive a painfully thorough ironing after dinner.
¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤
An hour and a shower later you were on your way to the canteen with Arat and Laura in tow. The scent of melted cheese and spices filling the corridors made saliva pool in your mouth.
You devoured the plate of pasta within minutes and chugged two glasses of water to quench your thirst after the savoury meal. Feeling full and sleepy, you rested your chin in your palm, while Arat and Laura engaged in a heated debate over which of the newbie Saviors they wanted to fuck, marry and kill respectively.
“Evening, ladies,” Simon stopped by your table, his hands resting on his hips. After giving the two girls a quick nod, his eyes settled on you. “He wants to see you, Y/N, in his room.”
You furrowed your brow in confusion. Negan didn’t summon anyone but his wives at such a late hour and he had never asked to see you in his room before.
“Something wrong?”
“Everything’s A-Okay. The boss man just wants to have a word with you in private. Let’s not keep him waiting,” Simon gestured towards the door, his usual smirk never faltering.
You stood up from the table and gave Arat and Laura a wink before following Simon out of the canteen.
“I thought he was going to punish the escapees after dinner,” you stated rather than asked while trying to keep up with Simon’s long strides.
“Tomorrow,” he muttered under his breath. “There’s another matter he wants to deal with tonight.”
His curt response caught you off-guard, but you attributed it to him being hungry, since you had not seen him at dinner earlier.
Simon led you to the top floor and stopped before a large mahogany double door. Knocking twice, he turned the knob without waiting for an answer, and motioned for you to step inside.
Negan’s quarters looked nothing like other parts of the Sanctuary. It felt like entering the suite of a five-star hotel and you couldn’t stop looking around in amazement. The room was lavishly furnished with furniture and accessories from an expensive interior design store the Saviors had looted on your first run. There was a giant four poster bed to your left, decorated with grey, satin bedsheets and neatly arranged pillows, and to your right a comfortable black leather couch with two matching armchairs surrounding a coffee table. A bar area was set up in the corner complete with leather stools and a selection of spirits. The private bathroom was hidden behind a black door on the opposite wall, but you imagined it to be just as extravagant. Negan had a taste for the finer things in life, like beautiful women, good food and his luxurious apartment was no exception. Your room looked like a mouse hole in comparison.
Negan was sitting behind his desk, several papers splayed out before him next to a tumbler filled with amber liquid. His leather jacket was draped over the back of his seat, but his signature red scarf was still draped around his neck. The soft glow of the desk lamp cast an eerie light on his face. He looked up from the ledger in his hand and beckoned you closer, pointing at the chair in front of him.
Simon strode over to the couch behind you and plopped down, the leather squeaking under his weight. You were surprised to see him stay, but Negan didn’t seem to mind his number two’s presence in the room. He took a small sip of his drink and leaned back in the armchair, studying you with an unreadable expression.
Negan had always treated you fairly, appreciating your scavenging skills and rewarding your hard work. You climbed the imaginary career ladder at the community from common worker to lieutenant thanks to your tenacity, courage and ability to handle Negan’s short temper and crude humour. Along with Arat and Simon you were one of his most trusted soldiers, carrying out his orders and accompanying him on runs. You had been infatuated with him from the start and often found your eyes lingering on your formidable leader, but seemingly he had never expressed an interest in you.
With Simon your attraction began on your first run to Alexandria, when you were assigned to ride in the same truck and hit it off right away during the long journey. Simon was funny, smart and cute in a rugged way, and soon the two men occupied your dreams, with the three of you ending up having hot, messy sex on every vertical and horizontal surface imaginable. Yet, you did your best to act professionally around them, not letting your secret obsession interfere with your work.
“Something you wanna tell me?” Negan jolted you from your thoughts. “Anything you’d like to confess?”
“I’m not a religious person, sorry,” you pursed your lips to suppress a smile.
Simon snickered behind you, but Negan seemed unfazed by your cheekiness. He swirled his whisky a few times, his touch leaving random marks on the foggy surface of the glass.
“Okay, forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I took an extra serving of the apple pie at dinner last night. It was too delicious to resist.”
Negan narrowed his eyes at you and stroked his chin, his gloved fingers scraping his salt-and-pepper stubble.
“Or if this is about the crime novel I haven’t returned to the library, I know it’s almost a month overdue, but I still have two chapters left and want to know who the killer is.”
You heard the sound before your eyes could register the motion as Negan slammed down his glass on the desk. You expected it to shatter into a million pieces, but the tumbler miraculously survived the impact, the ice cubes clinking against each other in protest.
“Careful, Y/N. You don’t wanna test my patience.”
You gulped hard, feeling an uneasy chill go down your spine. Negan was usually up for jokes, but he was evidently not in the mood for them now, and you could not shake off the thought that you were the reason for it.
He stood up and keeping his gaze fixed on you rounded the desk before leaning against it, resting his hands on the edge. His crotch was level with your eyes, and you straightened up in your seat to avoid having to look at the impressive package in his pants.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” you opted for honesty.
Negan pushed himself away from the desk and started circling you. His looming presence behind you made the hair stand up on your back, but you fought the urge to turn around.
“I don’t take lightly to my Saviors keeping secrets from me.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you asserted but regretted it immediately when Negan’s face appeared in your peripheral vision.
“Bullshit!” he snarled against your ear. “What about that little girl talk over the radio this afternoon?”
His words made the blood drain from your face. Closing your eyes, you wished the ground would miraculously open and swallow you up.
“Imagine my surprise when during today’s run, I heard one of my top gals confess over the back-up channel that she was fantasizing about me and my right-hand man while rubbing one out at night.”
If the blood had gone from your face before, it now rushed right back up as you felt your cheeks grow hot.
“That shit made me very, very disappointed.”
Negan stepped back in front of you, and crossing his ankles leaned against the desk. The intensity of his stare made your heart sink. You tried to guess how much of your radio conversation with Arat and Laura he could have heard. If luck was on your side, he only caught the last part. If not...
…you didn’t even want to go there.
“We were just…joking. A silly chat between us girls to pass the time,” you shrugged, feeling perspiration bead on your forehead.
Negan studied your face intently weighing your words.
“What do you make of this, Simon?”
“She’s lying, boss,” came the merry retort from the couch.
You head snapped around in protest but Negan grabbed your chin with his gloved hand, forcing you to look at him.
“I think you’re right,” he mused in a sing-song voice, his face so close that you could smell his body wash and the faint trace of whiskey on his breath. ”Get over here and give me a hand, will you?”
You heard Simon’s heavy boots cross the room and stop behind you. Negan gave him a knowing look and before you knew it, your arms were yanked back, and held firmly behind the chair.
“Where were we, doll?” Negan let go of your chin and crouched down in front of you, resting his hands on your knees. “Oh, yes. You fantasizing about me and Simon nailing you.”
He licked his lips slowly and your eyes followed the motion instinctively.
“What’s the matter, Y/N? Cat got your tongue? You were very talkative over the radio earlier,” Negan taunted sardonically.
You closed your legs to put some distance between your bodies, but Negan squeezed your thighs in warning and forced them further apart.
“Tell me what you thought about last night.”
You squirmed in your seat, Negan’s command ringing in your ears in the deafening silence that followed.
“You said that you were listening to me fucking Sherry. What did you think about to get off?”
Your eyes went wide like saucers and you desperately tried to come up with a plausible excuse, but your mind went completely blank. Sharing a kinky fantasy over the radio with your best friends was one thing. But confessing it face to face to the very subjects of it?
“Careful, Y/N,” Negan warned sensing your stalling, his mouth tightening into a thin line. “I want the truth on this one.”
You went limp in Simon’s grip with an exasperated sigh. As much as you hated to admit defeat, they cornered you. You held your head up high and gave Negan a defiant look. If he wanted to hear the truth, you were going to tell him just that, consequences be damned.
“We were in the meeting room, at the usual Monday briefing for the lieutenants. I disagreed with your order, and we got into an argument over it. I knew that I was pushing your buttons but the more riled up you got, the more it turned me on.”
Negan looked at you with a faint smirk, as if the same idea had crossed his mind before.
“You decided that if I was bold enough to backtalk in front of your men, then I would also be punished in front of them. Simon pinned me down on the meeting table, and the two of you took turns having your way with me.”
Negan’s pupils dilated, the primal reaction urging you to continue.
“All the lieutenants were watching us with hunger and envy that they could only look, but not touch or taste me. I was completely exposed and at your mercy, and yet felt safe and in control of the situation, because that was exactly what I wanted. To be taken, dominated, marked and used for your pleasure. You kept teasing me, edging me, until I was a begging mess. And in the end, you came inside me, breeding me.”
Negan tsked with a shake of his head.
“And you were hiding all of this from me? Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is. But don’t worry, we will rectify the situation right now.”
Your heart dropped as the meaning of his words sank in. This was it. You were going to be demoted, lose your friends, the respect of the Saviors and could never go near Negan and Simon again. Or they would kick you out of the Sanctuary even. And all of this because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Now you knew why the ironing of the escapees had been postponed. Negan had deemed your punishment more urgent.
“You wanna pay close attention to this, because I’m only going to say it once. Hearing your dirty little confession over the radio made me and Simon hard as steel. So we decided to make your wish come true.”
You blinked twice, expecting to wake up from what seemed to be the weirdest dream you had ever had. You were never going to stuff yourself full of food before bed again.
“But I have two conditions. Are you with me, doll?”
You nodded weakly as Negan’s fingers drew a zigzag pattern on your jeans.
“One: as much as the thought of fucking you in front of my men is tickling my balls, I am not letting those fuckers lay their eyes on you. It’s going to be just you, me and Simon.”
The offer sounded more than fair to you.
"Two: you know well I don’t share my gals with anyone, except for when I have a moresome with my wives, and I only allow them to fuck each other because I get to watch. What’s mine is mine.”
Your breath hitched as he moved his hands further up, the tip of his fingers skimming the apex of your thighs.
“But since your fantasy involved my right-hand man as well, I’m willing to bend the rules just this once.”
Heat pooled in your belly as you watched him, mesmerized by his usually hazel eyes darkening to dark chocolate.
“So, tonight I get exclusive membership at your pussy bar, no exceptions. You will be my little breeding bitch only,” he stroked your clothed centre, eliciting a pathetic whine from you. “As for other parts of your body, sharing is caring.” Negan looked up at Simon flashing his pearly whites, before his eyes settled back on you.
You stared at him at a loss for words. One part of you was cheering you on to seize the opportunity and accept the indecent proposal, while the other was adamant that you were going to wake up any minute. Negan lifted his gloved hand to your cheek and traced your lower lip, expecting an answer. You let your body do the talking and opened your mouth to run your tongue over his thumb, tracing a shiny path on the black leather. If this was indeed just a dream, you were going to make sure it would be a wet one.
“Damn, Simon, I knew she was going to be trouble from the moment we met her,” Negan drawled, his eyes heavy with desire.
Grabbing the back of your head he pulled you up and claimed your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth possessively. Simon pushed the chair out of the way and pressed himself into your back trapping your body between him and Negan. Even through two layers of clothing you could feel the outline of his hard-on, earning a low moan from you.
“Easy, Simon,” Negan grinned wickedly, sucking and nibbling on your neck. “We don’t want her to cum just yet.”
Closing your eyes, you rested your head on Simon’s shoulder to offer Negan easier access to your skin. Lost in the pleasure the two men were showering you with your right hand went to cup Negan’s bulge, while you grabbed the back of Simon’s head with the other and arched your back against him.
“Looks like someone’s eager,” Simon murmured grinding into your ass.
“She’s not the only one,” Negan hissed. “Let’s get her out of these fucking clothes, before I blow my load in my pants.”
He lifted your shirt over your head, and Simon unbuttoned your pants and pulled them off your legs along with your boots. You felt self-conscious standing before the two men in nothing but your underwear but Negan’s lustful gaze and the appreciative rumble in Simon’s chest chased all your insecurities away. Simon unclasped your bra and you dropped your hands to your sides, letting it slide down onto the floor. He went for your panties next, but Negan stopped him with a grunt, reminding him of the exclusive territorial rights he had established earlier.
Simon seemed unfazed by the setback and put his plan B in motion peppering your neck with sloppy kisses. He placed his right hand on top of yours, and guided it from his crotch to your front, tracing your belly button with the tip of your fingers, before slipping them inside your panties and brushing your slit.
His ingenuity impressed you, but Negan didn’t share the sentiment.
“Hands off, Simon, her pussy is mine,“ he bared his teeth at him.
The primal gesture combined with the possessiveness in his voice made your insides coil with anticipation. Simon held his hands up with a smug look and licked his fingertips, his eyes closing in delight as he savoured the taste of your arousal.
Negan yanked your panties down, the disapproval over your complicity in Simon’s crime evident on his face. Simon kneeled on the ground and lifted the garment to his nose to take a whiff, before letting it fall on top of your discarded clothes.
“I think we should catch up with her, Simon” Negan suggested, his eyes drinking in your nakedness.
He took off his shirt revealing tufts of dark chest hair and various tattoos, some faded, some more recent looking. You heard Simon unbuckle his belt behind you and looked back over your shoulder to steal a glance. He was bulkier than Negan, his muscles defined, and chest fully shaved. You watched the piles of clothes grow by their feet until they stood before you completely naked, their cocks standing proud against their bellies. Simon’s was thick and veiny, Negan’s long and smooth, but both impressive in its own right. You bit down on your lip, yearning to taste them.
“Like what you see, doll?” Negan flicked his tongue suggestively at you. “Get on your knees and show Simon what that smart mouth is capable of,” he instructed pointing down on the ground. “But don’t make him cum yet.”
“I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” you purred.
“We shall see when you choke on his dick,” Negan replied darkly before turning to his right-hand man. “Show her who’s the fucking boss here.”
Simon didn’t need to be told twice and placing his hand on your shoulder pushed you down on the carpet. You grabbed his cock and gave it a few pumps before licking off the drops of pre-cum oozing from the tip. He sighed out loud, as you closed your mouth over the head and sucked gently, enjoying the salty taste. You swallowed him inch by inch, tracing every vein with your tongue, until he was buried deep in your throat. His hands tightened in your hair to keep you still, eliciting a muffled whine from you, your lips vibrating around his length. When you could no longer fight the need to gag, you began to move, bobbing your head up and down.
Opening your eyes, you searched for Negan and found him getting comfortable in the chair you had been sitting in before. He was watching your every move, legs wide open, stroking himself lazily. You mirrored his pace instinctively and sucked on Simon in sync with his palm fisting his dick. Negan sucked on his teeth as he watched your cheeks bulge rhythmically.
You pulled back and swirled your tongue around the crown like catching drips from a melting ice cream cone. Simon lowered his hand to the back of your head, spreading his fingers wide for a solid hold, and started fucking your mouth with abandon. Your throat was contracting and burning with every thrust but you didn’t mind the discomfort, feeling a rush of blood go to your core from him using you just like you had imagined.
“That’s enough,” Negan barked, but Simon was too far gone in pleasure to listen, his eyes closed, and head thrown back. You kept your eyes on Negan to show him that you had heard him and doubled your efforts, forming a ring with your thumb and index finger around the root of Simon’s shaft, and cupping his balls in your free hand. You knew that you were playing with fire, but the thrill was too tempting to resist.
Negan’s mouth twisted into a snarl and he jumped up from the chair to advance on you, his manhood swinging with every step like a metronome. You felt a sharp tug on your hair and let Simon slip from your mouth, a string of saliva hanging off your chin.
“I said, enough!” Negan repeated and pulled you up into a standing position. “Simon, take a time-out before you bust a nut.”
You felt him swat your ass hard and yelped in surprise.
“This may be your fantasy, doll, but I call the fucking shots here and will not hesitate to dole out some hard punishment, if you don’t follow my orders,” he seethed.
Still holding you by the make-shift ponytail he pushed you towards the bed and showed you down on the mattress.
“On your back, arms above your head.”
You laid back down against the pillows as you were told. Negan knelt between your legs and spread them apart by your knees.
“Well, would you look at this creamy little mess in here!” his eyes gleamed with unadulterated joy.
Getting on his elbows, he traced your mound with his lips, his mouth barely touching you, the combination of the scruff of his beard and his warm breath tickling deliciously. Your hands fisted the sheets as he licked your pussy from bottom to top, before dripping the tip into your opening, and lapping up your juices with relish. He peeked up at you through his long lashes, watching your reactions. His lips were sticky with your arousal as he ate you out shamelessly as if you had been his last meal on Earth.
You looked to your right to find Simon sitting on the couch, watching the two of you with drowsy eyes. He was trying hard to comply with Negan’s orders, but it was evident how much he wanted to touch himself as he fidgeted in his seat, his cock begging for attention.
Negan moved his tongue to your clit and sucked it between his teeth, the sensation exquisite and overwhelming at the same time. You cried out and digging your heels into the mattress lifted your body to move away from him, but he wrapped his fingers around your thighs holding you in place. His tongue continued its sensual assault alternating between slow, soft flicks, and fast, greedy slurps. The variation of the tempo and intensity combined with the thrill of not knowing what his next move would be was driving you crazy with want.
You bucked your hips to maximize the contact between your bodies, he, however, had other plans and sat back on his heels. Pulling you down by the waist until he was kneeling between your thighs, he lined himself up at your entrance and began grinding against your heat, coating his length with your wetness.
“Negan...” you whimpered and raised your pelvis to make him slide inside you, but he restrained you by putting his hand on your stomach.
“Not yet.”
Getting impatient you reached for his dick, but he slapped your hand away.
“I said, not yet! Simon, come here!”
You felt the bed dip and calloused hands pinning your wrists down on the mattress. Tilting your head to the side you continued to suck on Simon, eager to finish what Negan’s intervention had interrupted earlier.
You arched your back off the mattress as Negan pinched your right nipple and rolled it between his fingers. He grazed your left nipple with his teeth, before sucking it into his mouth and blowing on the stiff peak, his saliva feeling like a cool ointment against your overheated skin.
“Please...” you gasped, not sure if you were asking him to stop or to go on.
“I think she’s learned her lesson,” Simon gritted his words, the sensory overload of your lips on him, and the sight of Negan toying with you pushing him dangerously close to the edge.
“I don’t think so, Simon. But it looks like she will milk you dry any minute, and I want to fuck this pretty pussy raw finally.”
Negan positioned himself at your dripping cunt and slid inside, inch by inch. You cried out in ecstasy from the sweet pressure of him stretching you wide. When he was buried to the hilt, he remained still, and taking hold of your ankles, spread your legs wide.
“Look at that, Simon, how she is taking my big, fat dick like a champ?”
He finally began to move in a painfully slow rhythm, enjoying as your warmth enveloped him. Crossing your legs for a closer fit he placed your feet on his shoulder, the penetration so deep that you let out a cry with every thrust. Your entire body was covered in a thin layer of sweat and your damp strands of hair stuck to your forehead. You were exposed and at the mercy of the two men, but had never felt this free and complete. Tension was building in your stomach and you closed your eyes to absorb yourself in the moment.
Negan, however, pulled out abruptly, earning him a frustrated mewl from you that he rewarded with a slap delivered on your swollen clit.
“On all fours, doll. I want to fill this fertile pussy full of my cum.”
Simon let go of your arms and sat back against the headboard. You rolled over lifting yourself up on your elbows, barely able to support your own weight. Negan lifted your ass up and placing his palm between your shoulder blades pushed you down in Simon’s lap. When he was satisfied with the angle, he rammed into you again, his fingers digging into your hips.
“Are you going to cum on my cock, like a good girl?” he growled and spanked your ass hard.
You cried out an affirmative and continued to pleasure Simon while chasing your own release. A few seconds later you felt every nerve ending in your body tingle and warmth spread to your core. Your toes curled inward as your body surrendered to the inevitable and waves of ecstasy washed over you, dulling your senses for what felt like several minutes. The vibrations of your moans around him made Simon succumb to his own climax. He started twitching and throbbing, before spurting his seed down your throat. You swallowed every drop hungrily before releasing his softening member from your mouth.
Negan let you ride out your high, and then picked up the speed again. Fisting your hair, he pulled your head back twisting your body in an unnatural shape as he continued to pound you. His hand curled around your neck, his fingers squeezing hard enough to make black spots appear in your vision and blood drum in your ears. Drops of sweat fell from his chest to your ass tickling down to your sides and onto the sheet as he rode you, not losing his rhythm for a second.
His moves became more urgent, until he buried himself inside you one last time. He groaned a series of expletives under his breath before biting down on your shoulder as he came inside you, coating your inner walls with his cum. His fingers released their grip around your throat, allowing much-needed oxygen to fill your lungs and a second orgasm, even more intense than the first, consume you. You collapsed on the bed all strength leaving your limbs, as the room came back into focus, your heightened senses perceiving everything all at once.
Negan rolled off of you onto his back, his arm resting over his eyes, as Simon laid down against the pillows, a sly grin plastered over his face.
“Damn, boss,“ he wiped his brow with his thumb. “If only all dreams came true.”
Your reply was a tired but satisfied hum of agreement. A girl could dream, but making it come true was so much better.
¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤
You stirred awake at the break of dawn. Taking in your surroundings you realized that you were still in Negan’s bed. It was dark outside, but the first rays of the sun peeked through the heavy curtains. You felt spent and sore, your skin sticky with the remnants of sweat and dried cum. The bitemark on your neck was still tender, but you wore it with pride as proof of Negan’s claim over you. Turning your head, you found him lying sprawled out on his stomach, his breathing deep and even, but Simon’s side of the bed was empty, the wrinkled sheets cold already.
You sat up carefully, searching for your clothes in the dim light, when you felt a strong arm circle around your waist.
“Where do you think you’re going, doll?” Negan’s raspy drawl made you shiver.
“Back to my room?” you looked at him over your shoulder.
“Nuh-uh,” he pulled you back against his chest. “You are staying. I want you all to myself for round two in the morning. And after that I may even change my mind about fucking you at the Monday briefing.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” you tried to untangle yourself from his hold but were easily overpowered after a playful struggle and his expert fingers finding your tickle spot.
“Just sass me, doll, and you shall see, along with all the filthy ideas I have on my mind.”
The alluring promise made you relax against him, dark words whispered in the twilight lulling you back to sleep, and another fantasy taking shape in your imagination already.
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Some random shit cause why not?
Gonna do this organized by pairing so
Creativitwins
When I say creativitwins btw, I mean no romantic relations between these two what so ever, and only mean their sibling relationship. RemRom shippers DNI/Do NOT tag as RemRom
They have a monthly prank war, most of it taking place in the Imagination so they can go all out but sometimes they'll do more harmless pranks on the others in the mind palace
If they have partners, they're best friends with the other person's partner
Ex. Intrulogical and Roceit = Platonic!Logince and Platonic!Dukeceit
Neither of them is King, and King is neither of the twins. It took awhile for everyone in the mind palace to accept this
They celebrate the split together, for awhile it was in secret. They spend the day just at each others sides and its the one day everyone can expect them to get along
They would murder for each other
Very critical of one another's partners if they have them
They both helped in creating the Dragon Witch, and the Dragon Witch has a strong bond with the twins because of this; the Dragon Witch was the last creation they made together before feuds started between them
Remus does very minor things that annoys Roman but Roman can't get mad cause they're really petty things and he hates that Remus knows just how far to push it
They binge movies sometimes, alternating between what each of them likes
They collaborate on fanfics together
Often times it's hurt/comfort fics
Remus is scarily good at writing fluff with very interesting descriptions and Roman's amazing when it comes to angst that can punch you in the gut in so few words
They are the matchmaking royalty of the mind palace, and know within hours when someone develops a crush
They both get very loopy whenever Thomas has a crush, and around 3am if Thomas hasn't gone to bed yet
They get into a l o t of fights, and often say many things they don't mean. They make it up usually but there are some things that were never resolved
Remus taught Roman how to sew, but he's awful at designing himself so Roman helped create Remus's outfit so that it didn't look like a fashion hurricane had wrecked his brother
Sometimes Remus will waltz into Roman's room when Roman is sleeping and just flop onto Roman
On these nights(it's always in the middle of the night) everyone will be woken up by unholy screeches from Roman as Remus refuses to get off him. Except Deceit, who sleeps with headphones on and music blasting cause he knows Remus will do some random loud shit at night and he needs beauty sleep
Both the twins can't recall any memories from King, but they have a journal left by him in the center of the Imagination and sometimes they'll just sit together and go through the entries
At the end of the day they have each other's backs and would do anything to protect the other
Kingceit
This is obviously before the split
King just always felt a certain curiosity when it came to the dishonest side, and Deceit didn't mind Creativity's company
When Virgil first forms they take care of him together
Deceit is tiny and King is pretty tall so King just loves to carry Deceit around and Deceit just lets him after awhile
King loves hearing Deceit sing
King also adores Deceit's scales, and he loves kissing every single one in the morning and seeing Deceit's human side blush
Deceit enjoys hearing King's random stories and ideas, and often helped expand them by asking questions
For a long time Deceit had some control over the Imagination because King gave him that ability, but after the split Deceit left all the control to Remus and Roman
Deceit still can't enter the Imagination after the split occurred, no matter how much the twins beg him to visit and see what they've created
King and Deceit's relationship just kind of works, y'know? And it just sort of happened over time and it just felt right to them
King is not allowed to cook. He does not fight Deceit's decision to ban him from the kitchen, as last time King tried cooking he nearly burned most of the house
King's great at decorating cake tho so Deceit bakes the cake and King gets free reign over how it looks in the end
They go to bed super early and sleep in till around noon, often drifting back and forth between sleep and consciousness
Both are absolute saps when they're tired and say the most cheesy shit to one another
Dukexiety
Late night conspiracies
They actually make a great team when protecting Thomas, none of the other sides realize that a lot of the things that Virgil worries over for Thomas's sake were things suggested by Remus(ex. "What if that guy drugged our drink and we end up being overcome with so much pain that it paralyzes us and we can't call out and he ends up killing us" turns into "hey lets not drink this in case someone messed with it")
Virgil loves listening to Remus's stories, and is often one of the first to read them(after Remus tells him anything that might be triggering so Virgil knows if he could take it or not)
Remus is a cuddle monster but respects when Virgil doesn't want to touch anyone and usually asks if Virgil would rather be alone or if Remus could like, hang out on Virgil's floor for a bit of something
Remus made Virgil's hoodie
They both stay up incredibly late just talking about anything
And they both get up incredibly early
Logan scolds them constantly that they should sleep more
Virgil one time made a playlist for Remus to use when writing and Remus fucking cried while almost squeezing the life out of Virgil in a hug
Virgil's also drawn fan art for Remus's work but never intended to show Remus cause Virgil never thought he was any good
Remus found his sketchbooks one day and tackled Virgil in a hug the next time he saw Virgil
Virgil loves holding hands, so if cuddling is too much they'll just hold hands and sit side by side doing their own thing
Virgil absolutely loves Remus's tentacles, they're incredibly useful and whenever Remus uses them to hug Virgil, Virgil never feels safer
Virgil is strong as hell and just carries Remus bridal style sometimes
Virgil does Remus's makeup
Remus calls Virgil his Scare-bear and his Starshine, Virgil calls Remus his Gremlin and Bastard Husband(Remus grins ear-to-ear at the nicknames)
Also common when they're both sleep deprived and sappy and shit are Hon, Love, Darling, Dearest, Honey-Bear, Light of my life, Night to my day, and Moon to my stars
Intrulogical
They're both enthusiasts of forensic shows and murder mysteries
The show Forensic Files? They binged every episode together. They try to figure out who the culprit was before the episode ends and it's revealed. Remus has been correct 5 more times than Logan, however they both often get it right
Remus is on amazing terms with the Dragon Witch and the Dragon Witch ends up officiating at their wedding
Logan patches up Remus whenever one of Remus's creatures hurt him
Logan will edit all of Remus's works, as well as help develop ideas by giving feedback or ask questions or just listen to Remus ramble
Logan loves Remus rambling and will get comfortable wherever they are cause it can go on for hours
Not that he minds
Remus is Logan's Duke and Logan is Remus's Star
Remus is very easy to fluster
Especially when Logan says he loves Remus. Even after the thousandth time Remus turns crimson
Fucking dramatic these two are with their romantic gestures and yet still somehow keep their relationship hidden for years
Remus loves Logan's room cause it's actually very calming and it's filled with a bunch of soft chairs, piles of pillows and blankets, and an air mattress in the corner if anyone wants to sleep in Logan's room for the night
Logan was shocked that Remus's room was actually pretty organized. Still messy, but you could definitely find anything you needed by just glancing around
They both enthuse about space
Remus created a constellation in the Imagination and named it Logan
He also regularly creates new constellations there so Logan can find them and name them
Logan definitely writes fanfics based on Remus's stories
Remus breaks down the first time Logan says he loves Remus, and the night ends with him holding Remus close and uttering the words softly over and over
Remus loves hearing Logan read and sometimes if Remus can't sleep Logan will just read to him
Anxceit
Virgil and Deceit have many debates, they're friendly though and they both agree before the debates that they'll keep it friendly
Deceit's great at getting Virgil out of a panic or anxiety attack
Deceit uses all six of his arms when cuddling Virgil, playing with Virgil's hair or hands and holding him around the waist or stomach
They bake together a lot. Virgil has a massive sweet tooth
Will stab a bitch if you hurt the other
Virgil really loves to paint Deceit's nails
He also sometimes uses makeup to cover up Deceit's scales when Deceit gets really self conscious about them. Once the makeup comes off though Virgil will pepper kisses over the scales and run his fingers over them lightly and tell Deceit how gorgeous he looks
On the flip side Deceit loves his scales and so does Virgil cause they glimmer in the light
Virgil adores drawing Deceit
They do holidays in an anti way and do the opposite of everything you're supposed to do
They just sort of had an agreement that they'd get married and then they did, no big wedding or anything
Everyone was shook when they learned that the two were together, more so married
Both love cuddling and hold each other whenever. But they still have their different rooms cause sometimes you need a break y'know?
Sometimes they'll sit together in relative silence doing their own thing but like, leaning against one another lightly as they do it
Deceit monitors Virgil's coffee intake
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How I was treated in ICE Processing Center, California United States of America
I’m writing this down to reveal the situations, and how detainees being treated in immigration detention, California United States of America.
Now it’s year 2020, the whole world still panicky of the pandemic of COVID- 19 (Corona virus), and America has the highest numbers of positive cases and death toll in the world, the numbers still going up. Even in this extreme pandemic time, tons of detainees from immigration detention still being deported with potentially carrying the deadly virus to other countries. And this will put the whole world in risk of deadly virus spreading even worse since detainees might not get sufficient and complete medical care for prevention/cure the deadly virus.
Air port
My story stared form LAX airport where I was landed in Feb, year 2020.
I was holding a traveling visa (B2) which was officially issued by American government, so I could go to California again to stay with my partner who I have been dating since year 2018, and planning to get married. Year 2020, this is the year that many Asians had been discriminated in America since COVID-19 pandemic.
And yes, I was one of them being discriminated in the airport when I landed, then CBP used lots of excuses to reject my permission entry, even I was holding a valid visa which was being revoked at the airport on the same day I landed, see figure 1.
(Figure 1- Contents in the figure: Expiration Date XX JUN2023)
Nightmares started right after CBP questioned me. There were always security reasons for CBP to do things. Body- searching, phone checking, personal belongs checking, loosing shoelaces…..etc. I was panic for not getting any help since all my electrical devices and phones were all being taken away. I couldn’t call my partner, nor my families. There’s no way I could contact anyone; I was hopeless, literally a hopeless foreigner in a foreign country along all by myself.
I didn’t know if my rights have being violated for doing what CBP did since I knew nothing about the laws here in America. Maybe I didn’t have the right to contact anyone or lawyers; or maybe this was good for CBP to do what they want to do without obstruction. I really had no idea what’s right or what is wrong, and was really panicky for being in that situation first time in my life.
After being held in the airport for one night without any of my personal belongs with me, ICE came to bring me to the immigration detention (ICE Processing Center) within 24 hours after CBP reported. They hand-cuffed me on our way to the detention, and that was my very first time being hand-cuffed.
Yes, exactly like shows you watch on TV or Netflix. Metals on my hands, ankles, and metal chain attached to my handcuffs too.
When we arrived to the detention, the detention facility staffs came out to take me in, and the very first word they said was “Really!?”.
Yeah, I bet that’s because my Asian race has SUPRPISED them a lot in the time of COVID-19 outbreak. ICE and I had been waited outside for few hours before the detention made a decision of taking me in or not, I guess, that’s why it’s taking hours waiting.
I was taken in after waiting, then, what waited for me next was intake procedure.
14 days quarantine
The facility has 2 buildings, WEST and EAST to detain all detainees. I was assigned to live in the WEST at the beginning (then being transferred to East because of COVID-19 was getting worse afterwards).
The facility members put me in 14 days quarantine not because I was not in America for 14 days; they put me in 14 days quarantine because they assumed that I might carry the deadly virus from the country I came from. And they assumed that I came from China without confirming my identification (because I am Asian). The medical records showed that I came from China, the country I never been to, nor a citizen, nor a permanent resident, not even a traveler. That is racial discrimination, real racial discrimination. I AM NOT FROM CHINA, 100% POSITIVE.
See the description from the facility as attached figure 2.
(Figure 2- Contents in the figure: Rule out COVID19 virus- Patient has been in infirmary since February 27, 2020, as he comes from a region of China Last date in China 2/26/20. Per patient he arrived 2/26/20 and spent the night at the airport. He will remain quarantine to rule out for COVID19. Patient denies cough and stated he feels well. No fevers since arriving, denies chills, or body aches. Reports he is in good health and takes no medications. Exam- Afebrile, non-toxic, Lungs CTAB. Heart sounds RRR w/o murmur, no sweating, no cough. Plan- Continue on airborne isolation for a total of 14 days. Patient to be assessed daily for changes in health status. )
I was put in quarantine for 14 days immediately to make sure to rule out potential COVID- 19 virus as soon as I was finished the intake procedure. Oh, and the RN (Registered nurse) asked about my physical characteristics when I was in the intake procedure. To be honest, I was confused why they need to record my body characteristics, and the worst scenario cases that I could think of was that….. once my head’s being cut off in some bad situations, they could recognize who I was by my body characteristics. (Really scary, huh, because I couldn’t find a better way to explain why they need my body characteristics.)
In the 14 days quarantine, I was in a small room without TV, nor books or anything to entertain myself, basically only a rack that I could sleep on. And lights which never been turned off 24/7.
And there’s one thing I was really worried.
The air was circulated to other isolation rooms, which have been used as quarantine and discipline, since I could hear other detainees shouting through the air tunnel in my isolation room. If there was one detainee had the deadly virus, the deadly virus will be circulated with air and get into other isolation rooms, then spread to everyone in the facility. Since the isolation rooms are for quarantine and for discipline, too; detainees in discipline punishment might get infected by other sick detainees next door (if the next door detainees are sick and being quarantined).
(Figure 3- Layout of Isolation room where I was staying for 14 days quarantine)
The facility staff told me I couldn’t go out, but I could borrow a tablet or a phone to contact families or friends, but it was not free. I had to pay with my money I bought with me.
So I borrowed a phone, but I didn’t have my partner’s phone number in my head. I asked if I could get my partner’s number in my cellphone, but my request was denied, so I authorized them to reach my phone or bring my phone to me, but still a NO to me. So basically I couldn’t contact anyone even I was offered the opportunity and equipment to call.
Oh, by the way, I had asked 3 staffs for toothbrush and toothpaste since I was not given any, and finally, a lady officer brought me some. I really appreciated for her help since she was the only one among them 3 whom I asked; she brought me not only lotions, floss, toothbrush and toothpaste, but also brought me HUMAN LIFE back.
Finally, I reached my families, but I didn’t tell them I was in detention; I didn’t want my families in my country to worry about me.
After about 2 days later, my friend, J who’s from Georgia USA found me, so J called the detention to leave his number to the staff, so I could contact him once the staff gave me his number. I was busted into tears when I reached him after several calls since the staff wrote his numbers wrong, or maybe J said it wrong. (I had to try many times before I could reach him.) Then I got my partner’s number by asking J to contact my partner on my Facebook’s friend list.
And about the tablet, it charged USD$0.05 per second if I wanted to play candy crush or watch old shows. Of course the phones too (the charge depends on where I called), every single phone call I made cost the money I brought with me.
The facility offered me 3 meals a day. If I was hungry, I either went sleep or drank water which came from the sink tap when I was in quarantine.
I sang to sing to myself, talked to myself, tried to sleep as much as I could to get this 14 days done.
Dorm with other detainees (West building)
Finally, after 14 days quarantine, I had people to talk to, or to order commissary food to not get hungry since the meals were not very likable.
About the kitchen food, there’s a menu so we detainees got to know what food we getting. But, sometimes, something missing; for example, there were 6 items on the menu, then there were only 5 items when we got our plates, sometimes ketchup missing, sometimes dressing, sometimes something else.
If a pack of ketchup is 5 cents, then few thousand ketchup will save the facility some money; or just kitchen people simply forgot to serve them.
These were the dishes that appeared the most on the menu, turkey slices, beef and beans burritos without beef, fruits from cans, sloppy joe, or sausages…etc. So commissary was the only option we could get food beside 3 meals, but if detainees didn’t have money to order commissary, detainees couldn’t shop commissary. Detainees could either apply 1 dollar job (maximum $1 a day.), or trade with other detainees with something else.
About the water, we were offered drinking water in Home Depot 5 gal. orange water coolers. Some detainees drank the water from the tap, instead of water from coolers since all the officers didn’t drink the water from the cooler; every officer brought their own water.
BTW, I didn’t have much sexual drive, nor physical erection since I got into the detention, so I asked other detainees, and they all had the same situations. We all figured that something has been added in our food or water. Even now I’ve been deported for a month, my sexual drive still not that high, compared to the times before being detained in detention.
About the shower water, every detainee sees everyone naked in the shower since there were no doors, just 6 chambers.
And my skin was dry and itchy after shower. I used to showered twice a day, but other EXPERT detainees told me to shower maximum one time a day since the water might be added with chemicals to reduce the mold in the shower chambers. (What they said made sense since there were only 6 shower rooms, and hundreds of people are using them every single day; there were no ways to find out what other detainees said was true or not, so I chose to listen to them to shower only one time a day.)
About the chemical spray to prevent corona virus during pandemic of COVID-19, the spray has been used over 50 times a day in the dorm. There were lots of detainees didn’t speak English, so I was helping to interpret if we spoke the same language. I remembered one time I was writing a medical request for a detainee who had unknow and persistent nose bleeding recently.
After I was deported, I knew why he had unknow and persistent nose bleeding. I read a report which showed that the spray used in the detention might cause unknow bleeding and some bad effect on animals. See the title from insider.com as attached figure 4.
(Figure 4, from insider.com - Contents in the figure: Report finds ICE detention centre is using a disinfectant over 50 times a day that causes bleeding and pain.)
About the phone calls, every phone call was being monitored. A detainee told me that ICE (or facility staff) called his cousin to confirm the relationship with the detainee, but he never provided his cousin’s number to anyone; the ICE (or facility staff) found the number by monitoring his calls, and called without asking the detainee. (I know, there are always security concerns for doing everything.)
And, my phone account has been blocked from calling legal orientation without any notification; I could still call other people, only not able to call legal orientation;
I didn’t see any or how I’ll post threats or dangers by calling legal orientation to get some helpful advise from the legal group. So I wrote a letter to DHS (Department of Homeland Security) on 17th April, 2020 to tell how my situation was, see figure 5.
(I always made another hand-writing copy for myself to all the mails I sent.)
(Figure 5- Contents in the figure: Dear sir, I’m a detainee in Adelanto California where I’ve been detaining since Feb, 27, 2020. I’m writing based on my situation and my rights might be violated in this detention: ①I have rights to appeal to BIA (Boarder of Immigration Appeals) within 30 days after immigration judge’s decision has been made, but the paper of judge’s decision shows that “No appeal is available.” It violates my right. If I haven’t had looked up information myself, I would have been taken advantages of, (since I don’t have legal representatives, nor attorneys in the whole process; I have made a few calls, but still haven’t found any free attorneys yet because I have limited finance, furthermore, the pandemic of COVID-19 makes this even more difficult.)②The judge made a false statement on the final decision. It shows that I’m subject to third-country-transit after July 16, 2019. But the fact is that both my flights were direct flights, straight from XXXXXXXXXXXX to America in 2019 and 2020. The judge didn’t ask me , nor give me a chance to confirm.
I’ll still keep waiting for more information on appealing to BIA (but I don’t know if I can make it withinh 30 days with limited info.) And also waiting for my ICE officer to reply my paper requests. I need help in anyways since I’m fighting this all alone by myself so far, and I don’t know if there will be any more advantages been taken from me. Please help, thank you.
My phone account has been blocked from calling LOP- Legal Orientation Program (844) 312- 5327 when I tried to call on April 17, 2020.)
At the same time, I tried to call legal orientation for 2 days, but still being blocked…. So I stopped calling legal orientation (19th April, 2020 was my last time trying.)
Then, I realized that my phone account was unblocked on 20th without any notification to me until I wrote a KITE (request/inquiry form) to the facility, see attached figure 6. (I think when they read my mail to DHS, and they knew about my phone blocking complain, so they unblocked my phone without telling a thing to me until I wrote a KITE to the facility.)
(Figure 6-Contents in the figure: My phone account has been blocked from calling legal orientation (844) 312-5327, when I tried to call on Apr. 17, 2020. It was not blocked before 4/17. I made few calls and it was connected.
Number was unblocked on 4/20/20.)
BTW, all the incoming/outgoing mails will be inspected, see attached figure 7.
(Figure 7- Contents in the figure: MAIL PRIVACY.
．All incoming and outgoing letters may be inspected for contraband and content.
．If you receive legal mail, the facility staff will open it in front of you and may check for contraband, but not read it.
．If you do not want your outgoing legal or special mail opened, allow facility staff to inspect the mail, but not read it, seal it in front of a staff member and clearly label it as legal mail.
．You may seal your other mail on you own and drop it in a detainee mailbox.)
DHS gave me a letter few weeks later, see attached figure 8. It said they were not taking any action on the information I provided, and I may need to consult an attorney. But I didn’t know how to find a free attorney once they blocked my phone from calling the group that I could have found free attorney since I have limited finance. (my partner had limited finance too since the family member needs some money for new knees.)
Once I got the letter from DHS, I knew there’s another “nowhere getting help” Again.
(Figure 8- Contents in the figure: After carefully reviewing the information you provided, CRCL has recorded it in our database. This will allow us to track the issues you raised in order to identify potential patterns of civil rights or civil liberties allegation within our jurisdiction. Accordingly, CRL will take no further action on the information you provided at this time. Please be advised that CRCL does not provide individuals with legal rights or remedies. Accordingly, CRCL is not able to obtain any legal remedies or damages on your behalf. Instead, we use information in correspondence like yours to find and address problems in DHS policy and its implementation. If you believe your rights have been violated, you may wish to consult an attorney. There may be time limitations that govern how quickly you need to act to protect your interests.)
About the voluntary work projects, one dollar a day, but first, I had to be selected to have the job, so I could get a one dollar job.
Interesting thing was that I couldn’t even able to afford a pack of cracker which was $1.55 for working a day, how interesting…..but the same, I still had to get the job first.
(Figure 9-Contents in the figure: 3 SNICKERS BAR $3.18, 1 CLUB CRACKERS $1.55, 2 ZC CHOC CHIP COOKIES 6 $2.20.)
About the grievance, on detainee handbook which showed that all grievance will be response back within 5 working days, see attached figure 10, but I haven’t got any of my detainee grievance forms reply back. (I wrote 2 grievance forms, see attached figure 11, 12.)
(Figure 10-Contents in the figure: GRIEVANCE PROCEDURES. A grievance is a complain about the substance or application of any written policy, regulation, or rule of the facility or the lack of the application of a policy, regulation, or rule; or a complaint about any behavior or action directed toward any detainee by staff or another detainee; or a violation of civil rights. The facility shall maintain a channel of communication between staff and detainees at all times. However, if a detainee feels a situation or issue has not been addressed to their satisfaction, they may file a grievance regarding any operational issue at any time. A response will be provided within five (5) working days of receipt of the grievance.)
(Figure 11-Contents in the figure: STATEMENT OF GRIEVANCE: (DECLARACION DE AGRAVIO.)
Please don’t move our beds/ bunks again, there is no such thing as “social distancing” when you’re trapped with a bunch of people in a space 24/7. Around 3 days ago, they changed my bed from XXXXXto XXXXX, then they changed my bed again yester from XXXXXto XXXXX again. That caused lot of inconvenience in many ways, such as form filling, paper request filling, bed/bunk calling out for work, library, paper request returns…etc. it’s really confusing because we don’t know who is being called since our bed has been changed again and again.)
(Figure 12-Contents in the figure: ① Phones have been cut off for many days without any notification; don’t know how long this will be lasting. ②Self-enhancemnet, everyday newspaper has been suspended for 7 days so far; still don’t know how long this will be lasting. I don’t see how making phone calls, or reading newspaper could post any security issues to this facility/ detention; we are not terrorists, nor criminals.)
About our marriage request, I was deported promptly right after my partner and I both submitted all the required papers about our marriage request, see attached figure 13, 14.
(Figure 13-Contents in the figure: This is in response to your request to marry your fiancé, while you are detained at the Adelanto ICE Processing Center. As part of the review process, the following information is required to consider your marriage request.
1) Are you eligible to be married?
2) Please (re) state your intent to marry.
3) Submit a statement indicating that you understand that the marriage ceremony will not be conducted if it is determined that if would present a threat to the security or orderly operation of the Adelanto ICE Processing Center or to the protection of the public.
4) Submit a statement indicating that you understand that your removal from the United States, if ordered, will not be postponed to accommodate this request.)
(Figure 14-Contents in the figure: Please Specify In Detail: What’s the status of marriage request? It has been another week again, please. Officer Response: Management is reviewing your request.)
After being deported back to my country, I still don’t know if my marriage request has been approval or not; even detainee handbook shows that I will get the decision, see figure 15.
(Figure 15-Contents in the figure: MARRIAGE REQUESTS. Detainees wishing to marry while detained must submit a request to ICE staff for approval, via and ICE Detainee Request Form. The decision to approve or deny will be provided to the detainee. Facility staff cannot approve marriage requests. The detainee and family are responsible for making all arrangements, including obtaining the marriage license, any required blood test, and retaining and official to perform the marriage. Neither the facility or Ice will Participate in making the arrangements. The following guidelines will be followed:
．Ceremonies will be no longer than one hour in duration.
．Ceremonies will be held at a time that does not conflict with facility counts, court, etc.
．only four individuals will be authorized to attend a service, of which one is the official performing the service, two are witness and one guest (this does not include the spouse.)
I’m just an ordinary person, not a Nobel prize winner, nor a billionaire. We two ordinary people just wanted to build our future together and live in our little world. But I was not welcomed to get in America and we are being separated. That’s really upsetting and frustrating for us and my partners families in USA.
About sick calls, no doctors in the pandemic of COVID-19.
Detainees made sick call requesting, but there were no doctors available, so the RNs would arrange another times and wait till doctors to be available for detainees.
Before I was deported, I read from the newspaper that the facility I was staying started to have positives cases, and we had no idea if the facility had done prevention or not since we didn’t get any COVID-19 test after outbreak in the facility.
And detainees still being deported with potentially virus carrying from America to other countries.
About psychiatrist, I was traumatized.
Being separated with my families for months and months, no visitation available to see my fiancé and the families, concealing my custody from my families in my country, limited finance to afford an attorney, phone account being blocked, excessive use of force, communication being cut off because of protesting, not knowing how long to stay in custody, risking of getting COVID-19 since insufficient medical care, not being welcomed in the stats, might be deported anytime and separated with my partner……. more and more and more.
I knew I need some mental help with all these burdens on me all by myself; I was literately in hot water, so I started seeking psychologist’s help and taking pills, see figure 16.
(Figure 16-Contents in the figure: Chief Complaints: 1. Routine follow up. Patient spoke English. Patient is diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety DO and Adjustment DO with mixed anxiety and depressed mood. We discussed his concerns about recent local protests and how the communication was shut down internally, as well as lack of timely response from ICE on his request to be married. Patient reported, “I don’t know what to do – I’m following the rules, and I’m not getting anywhere.”)
I never had difficulty to be in small room/ space.
But I realized that after I was deported home, I started to feel uncomfortable while I was in a small room. I’m traumatized from what I’d been through in the detention and the airport. I’ll seek some mental help in my country later or sooner.
I’m not a terrorist, nor criminal, and I belive that lots of detainees in American immingration detentions are not either, and I was one of the detainees in the non-humanized situations.
America is a country of freedom, a counry full of human rights. After what happened to me, I’m hurt and scared. And I truly belive that im not the only one feeling this pain.
“Thank you” to American citizens who pay all the expense to the facility, based on how many days I was being detained. More days I was being detained, more the failitye being paied. (All detainees don’t know in advance how long to be detained in the detention; the decision is not on detainees.)
A truamatized, deported detainee from Californa Adelantion ICE processing center.
Year 2020, Spring/ Summer.
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"What," Madara growled, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand, "and I do mean this," the other white knuckled the arm rest of his recliner.
"The FUCK is going on?!" Madara's eyes flickered from Naruto and Sasuke, scowling from on their knees in the middle of his living room, to Obito and Shisui.
Both had a vice grip on the the indignant pair and who were covered in....what...
What WAS that? Madara squinted.
Cake batter?
A thick pale yellow substance clinging to their uniforms drying in a tacky mess. Frosting smudged over their faces and hands transferring to Naruto and Sasuke's clothes.
They even had sprinkles, in multiple colors and shapes Madara noticed, in their hair.
It was too fucking late, or, well, early for this shit, it was now a quarter after 3.
Then his eyes went to Kakashi and Yamato, still red-faced, trying to catch their breath from bursting through his god damn front door after Shisui and Obito dragged Sasuke and Naruto, kicking and shouting, through said door.
Finally his eyes settled on an amused Kagami and far less amused, possibly murderous, Tobirama. Both had taken up residence on his love seat, sitting a little too close for Madara's comfort, half a cushion was exposed in Kagami's side.
Tobirama's arms crossed and tapping his index finger against his bicep.
"Officer Uchiha, care to explain?" Madara grit out, tilting his head back against the cushion, a migraine rapidly forming behind his eyes.
Obito, Shisui and Sasuke argued over each other, with their version of events, voices over lapping into an unintelligible garble of words.
"SHUT UP." Madara boomed, hair rising and bristling over his robe, effectively silencing all three of them.
"Why did I hire so many people with the same surname" Madara muttered to himself, no one dared to give him an actual answer.
"Officer SHISUI Uchiha. Explain." Madara tried again, his tone pitched low, drumming his fingers against his thigh impatiently.
"We got a dispatch call at 12:45, from a concerned neighbor about two people climbing through the basement window of professor Senju's home."
Madara knew where this was going, he leveled Sasuke and Naruto with a narrowing of his eyes, and nodded for Shisui to continue.
"We arrived at professor Senju's home at 12:57, I knocked on the door while Obito went around to check the window, there was no sign of forced entry so he came back. Kagami and Tobirama opened the door for us and invited us in, we informed them of the situation. Tobirama lead us to the basement, which
is also his lab-"
"That's where we found these two brats rilfing through his shit!" Obito glowered at his cousin, tightening his grip on Sasuke's shoulder, who grimaced but kept quiet.
"Then they ran away! Out through the god damn window again like little gremlin racoons!"
Shisui sighed as Obito fumed, undeterred by the interupption.
"We followed them, not out the window, well Obito followed them out the window I took the stairs."
"Im not going to commend you for having at least one brain cell between the both of you."
"Anyways," Shisui shrugged off the insult,
"While Obito followed them on foot I took the car to follow him, we ended up at...the Akimichi's Sweets Plant--"
"The fuckers ran in there! Like they mapped the place out! Some Scooby Doo type shit! At one point I was running away from Shisui with Naruto!"
Madara resisted the urge to put his face in his hands.
"They even set traps! Who the fuck--"
"Spare me the details of how you two came to be cake pops." Madara interjected and Shisui continued.
"Long story short, they had a car on the other side of the factory, they got in it we got in our car and Sasuke drove like a bat out of hell until he pulled up on your lawn, we tackled them coming up the porch."
Madara sat up to glance out the window, sure enough there sat Sasuke's car, headlights still on, the tires crushing the flower beds he had painstakingly cultivated to impress Hashirama. Behind Sasuke's car was Shisui's cruiser, also parked on top of a painstakingly made gift.
If he wasn't angry about being bothered after 2am with this garbage, he was angry now.
He cast a wrathful look towards Kakashi and Yamato.
"You two came into this how?"
"Got a call from Sasuke about the investigation, he said he found evidence of guilt and were being followed by "compromised" officers."
Madara raised an eyebrow.
"And you two just happened to be in the same place, together, at this time of night."
"We're off the clock, sir. And car-pulling was eaiser." Kakashi turned up his eye in a smile and Yamato put a sheepish hand on the back of his neck.
"Right." Madara clicked his tongue, crossing one slippered foot over his knee.
He didn't even want to check where their car was parked.
He turned his attention to Kagami and Tobirama.
"Am I to assume you also "car-pulled"?"
"Yes?" Kagami gave a nervous chuckle.
"And just what were you doing at professor Senju's residence at 1 in the morning, Kagami."
"Well, you see, research mainly, I'm there all the time and I-"
"They live together." Sasuke cut in.
"They're married!!" Naruto shouted, pointing an accusing finger at the pair before Shisui gently smacked it down.
Everyone, except Shisui who opted to look at the ceiling, snapped their attention to Kagami and Tobirama.
"S-surprise!" Kagami put his hands up, in surrender, the light catching the ring on his left finger.
"Unbelievable." Madara hissed through his teeth, rubbing his temples.
"I have proof that professor Tobirama is behind the grave robbing."
"Oh, do you." Tobirama's voice was dry, unimpressed. Kagami's eyebrows pinched at the accusation, he looped a protective arm around Tobirama.
"Yes, Sasuke, do you?" Madara leaned on his thighs, resting his cheek in his palm.
Sasuke wrenched out of Obito's grip, throwing a folder at Madara's feet.
"Here."
Madara picked up the folder and opened it, leaning back and inspecting the contents. His left eye twitched and a muscle in his lip jumped as he skimmed the reports.
He snapped the folder shut.
"Did you obtain this without a warrant?"
Sasuke snorts.
"Of course I had a warrant."
"Mhm, very well. Senju, is this yours?" Madara handed it over to Tobirama who opened it.
"Seems to be."
"Is that your hand writing?"
"Seems to be."
"And you're short hand and codes?"
Tobirama gave an agreeable hum, but seemed otherwise unaffected.
"It is my hand writing, my codes and my short hand. But I didn't write this." Tobirama put the folder down.
Madara closed his eyes in annoyance.
"And that means what?"
"I do not cross my Ts in that manner nor do I curve my Cs so sloppily."
"That doesn't mean shit! There's too much information that wasn't reported on!" Sasuke snarled.
"Shut up!" Madara snapped, Sasuke's jaw clicked shut but he matched Madara's glare with his own.
"This is what is going to happen," Madara sighed, "Everyone is going to go the hell home, Shisui and Obito are going to take a god damn shower before reporting back to the station and 8am. I also expect Kakashi and Yamato to show up on time and in separate vehicles. Tobirama you're going to be arrested tomorrow morning as a person of interest. Both as a formality and procedure. As for Naruto, you'll be reporting back to forensics where you're supposed to be, under Yamato. And Sasuke? You're off the case and I'm putting you on probation."
Madara put his hand up before anyone could voice their grievances.
"Very well." Tobirama conceded, standing up. Kagami rose with him, almost relieved to get out of this unscathed.
"Oh and Kagami."
"Y-yes Madara?"
"As for you, you are going to inform everyone of your eloping. Everyone and you'll do it personally."
"Even Izuna?"
"Dress appropriately, I hope your mile has gotten faster."
Kagami went pale as Tobirama lead him to the door before stopping.
"Give my regards to Hashirama." Tobirama smirked as Madara sputtered and a door in the back of the house closed softly.
Madara slammed the door after everyone had filed out. He turned back to his bedroom before the door swung open and Itachi stumbled in, looking confused.
Madara rolled his eyes, he should have seen that one coming.
"They left already."
"Ah..."
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