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somebluemelodies · 2 months

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THEYRE FINALLY BACK AFTER ALL THIS TIME !! a technical follow-up to my second fic in the royals au, which you can read here :>

"Marry me."

"Sempre."

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"When should we return?"

It's Cellbit who asks. They're sitting in an inn bedroom, managing to secure a place for the night courtesy of Roier being familiar with the owner. The prince refused to go back to the castle right away, and the guard was more than willing to accompany him down into the town instead.

"No sé. Maybe tomorrow night. I want them to worry." Roier huffs. "I'm very angry with them."

"I know. Me desculpa." Cellbit sighs. He glances at the prince, his prince, gently setting a hand on his thigh after a moment. "We're going to figure it out, though. Together."

"Sí, sí." Roier starts to smile, placing his hand over Cellbit's and watching as the guard flips his hand over, lacing their fingers together. "I don't care what they say, anymore. Either they let us get married, or we run away. Find someone else to marry us in some other town, you know?"

"I know about this empty cabin outside a kingdom north of here. Nobody lives there, it's deep in the woods, but close enough to where getting to the town isn't too big of a problem. I don't think anyone would find us there unless we showed them."

"No mames, we could be hermits. No more royal duty shit," he laughs. "Maybe we could even take Richarlyson with us. Or, he could come visit us."

"Definitely." Cellbit pauses a moment. "Are you... sure about running away? One-hundred percent sure?"

"Cellbit. Gatinho." Roier shifts his body, free hand grabbing Cellbit's shoulder. "Mi culito de arroz.” The guard’s brow quirks, laughing. “¿Por qué te ríes? This is- This is very serious, you know?”

“Claro, claro.” Cellbit only laughs more. “Dulce ojos.”

Roier smacks his arm, and the two fall into a fit of laughter, his head falling onto his lover’s shoulder.

It’s not that often he sees Cellbit like this: open, physically and figuratively. His armor is completely off, something Roier has only seen a mere few times, and his laugh and similarly odd sense of humor are some things the prince doesn’t get to hear nearly enough during the day when he’s on duty.

(He wants to hear it for the rest of his life. Wants to see the armor become situational, especially that stupid helmet always covering that handsome face, so he can spend his time holding warm skin and not cold metal.)

(He’s going to get it, whether it goes according to plan or not.)

When the laughter dies down, Roier’s expression becomes serious, and Cellbit’s follows suit when both of his hands are held in the other’s. “I am… two-hundred percent sure about this, Cellbit. I choose you, no matter what, okay? Te amo.”

He surprises himself a little with the last sentence, and it seems he surprises Cellbit too judging by the way his eyes widen slightly, but he decides to double down.

(It’s the truth. No use running from it after he ran towards the man in question.)

(They’ve come this far.)

The prince lets go of one of the guard’s hands to cup his face, looking him straight in his piercing eyes and praying Cellbit can feel every bit of sincerity within him. “Te amo con todo mi corazón. Only you.”

Cellbit leans into his touch, eyes closing, and Roier feels so positively enamored his heart could stop.

It’s silent for a few seconds, then Cellbit’s eyes open back up. “Eu te amo.” They flicker up to Roier’s, knowingly. “Meu rei.”

Roier huffs, but smiles the brightest he has all night, taking Cellbit’s face in both of his hands and pulling him into a long kiss.

The warmth is euphoric. This. This is what he needs, now and always and forever. And now that it’s back in his veins, he wondered how he ever let the feeling go in the first place. Why give up this, for the sake of someone else?

(Why give up his happiness, for the sake of someone else?)

(Never again.)

When they finally pull apart, drawing heavy breaths, Roier presses their foreheads together, a smile already inching back onto his face. “Mi rey.”

The guard flushes, and the prince hopes he can remember the smile on his face forever. And, feeling like they’ve already been apart for far too long, closes the little gap between their lips once more.

So long as they’re together, everything will be alright.

#THE OG AU #MY ROYAL BOYS <3 #@annimator this one indirectly is for you #i missed this au sm will definitely be coming back to it more #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #spiderbit #qsmp #blue writes qsmp #spiderbit royals au

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aplaceinthedark · 6 months

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chapter one: LEFT them all BEHIND

Summary: Down in the Shenandoah Valley, there lay a court consisting of the Grim, the Drowned, the Witch, and the Watcher.

Cw: supernatural themes, misgendering

Every chapter will have a different cw section. This is Bad Omens rpf, so obviously, I don't know all the little nuances of the members of their family members.

A/n: Some things are color-coded. If any readers are colorblind, let me know.

The old house sat between the road and the edge of the woods. It was dated, and a little worn down, sure, but to my eyes, I could see the love that had gone into it, and the love that I could give. It looked cozy and warm, but most importantly, it looked quiet.

I had needed the escape, and if it meant leaving an oceanside concrete jungle to live like a hermit in the mountains of Virginia, it was fine by me.

And it was indeed peaceful and quiet, or it was compared to the life I had left behind. It took me a while, but eventually I could begin to hear the noises that came from the woods. The birds, bugs, and toads all mixed together provided a gentle white noise that practically sounded like music.

I went to open the front door when my foot connected with something small and metal. It ricocheted off the front door with a soft clang. Setting my bag down, I went to retrieve whatever I had kicked.

It was a silver dish, almost the size of a dog bowl. This was the mysterious offering plate the townsfolk had mentioned.

Earlier today, when I had finally arrived in the small town of New Hope that wasn’t too far from the house, I had been the talk of the town. Though when I had started asking questions about the house – who the previous tenants were, how the house was kept so well, and the like – everyone was suddenly tight-lipped about it. They were more concerned over how “such a pretty girl like me could live all by herself” or “how cute it was that I was settling down to look for a family.”

Despite their misgivings and confusion, I gritted my teeth to keep myself from correcting them, and tried to pry for more information. It was no use. I could only get one thing out of them: “You’re responsible for the offerings now.”

I couldn’t help but notice the slight hint of relief when they said that.

Looking at the plate now, I couldn’t help but notice how… new it looked. Or maybe how well it had kept. Surely it would’ve tarnished by now, what with it being exposed to the Virginia summer weather. But it was shining, despite it being in the shade of the early evening. I could see my own reflection in it. Hell, I could even see the details of the woods behind me in the reflection—

Something was watching me from the treeline.

I swore there were eyes out there; I saw them in the mirrored plate. When I whipped around, the eyes had vanished in a rustle of leaves. I could almost follow its path as it scrambled through the tall grass.

“Hello?” I called out, but of course I got no response.

I grabbed my duffel bag and hurried indoors. I shut the door, locked it, and leaned my back against it for good measure.

What a great way to enter my house for the first time: getting spooked by some mysterious wild animal.

It took me several minutes to catch my breath and calm my racing heart. The whole time was spent reiterating that it had to have been a wild animal. I ran through all the options in my head. Probably a large deer, or maybe a bear. I winced at that.

But just in case, when night fell I locked all the windows and closed the curtains, as if I could shut out the world. You know, to keep me safe from bears climbing through my windows.

Better get used to it, I told myself. This was just Night One out of my new life.

Some context:

Home sweet home…

The same day I had arrived, as I tried to talk to the townspeople, I had come across someone who had been a bit more forthcoming, though it had just been to write me a list of what things to put on the silver dish.

One. Shiny baubles and charms. That was pretty easy, since I myself liked to collect tiny things. I was sure I could sacrifice something from my vast collection, though it was a lot smaller now since I had to sacrifice space for the move.

Two. Food, preferably fresh produce. There was a small note that she circled that said “doesn’t like carrots.” I was a tiny bit iffy on that. I had been raised in an iron grip to waste not, want not, and it felt… wrong to just let fruit or any kind of food to just… sit outside. What if that was what attracted the animal those eyes belonged to? I didn’t need a hungry creature to come onto my porch.

Two days later, I hadn’t seen those eyes again. Maybe it was because I was too busy unpacking what I could to go back outside and admire the lush green surrounding me. But soon, I was running out of things to unpack without the need of bigger furniture, since the movers had not yet arrived with my essentials.

Three. Tiny animal bones. Yeah, that’s where I put my foot down. Food it was, then.

In the early afternoon on the first Thursday I was in my new home, the same person who gave me the list dropped by. Everyone called her Granny, and now I was also to call her that. She brought a homemade casserole as her own kind of offering to welcome me into the community.

Honestly, I was grateful for the break, as I was already sweating from the extraneous work. We sat out on the porch - I had to drag out two small chairs for us to sit in, since I didn't have proper ones - and ate lunch. My bad hip was grateful for the rest.

Of course, she chattered about how it wasn’t fair that I was doing all this work by myself, and her grandson would be back from Richmond tonight so she’d send him over tomorrow. He was a fine young man, he would be happy to help, and no she wouldn’t accept my protests that I would be fine, really. Of course, I was too polite to argue - especially when she called me a little lady - so instead I went indoors to put away the leftovers and to make her a glass of lemonade.

“Have you been leaving any offerings, dear?” she asked as I handed her the glass.

I blinked. I had been too preoccupied to care about the plate, though I had put it back where I had found it. She took my silence as confirmation. She clucked her tongue. “You’ve been busy, I understand, but you should pay better attention, dear.”

For some reason, her scolding me like a child embarrassed me, like I had forgotten to take out the trash before my parents got home. Honestly, I hadn't put much thought into leaving anything out. No one had told me what it was meant for, and it seemed like such a silly thing to do. “Sorry. I meant to,” I lied, “but I fell asleep early last night and—”

Granny chuckled, cutting off my weak excuses, and she pulled three golden delicious apples out of her bag and placed them on the plate. “There, that should take care of the past and tonight.”

“Because no one here really knows why dear,” Granny said, “and if anyone did know why, they wouldn’t risk speaking its name. Out in these hollers, names are a precious thing.”

My curiosity got the better of me, and I blurted out, “Why am I expected to do this? What is this even for?” I waved a hand toward the apples. “No one will tell me anything.”

That last statement… I brushed it off even as it crept into my head. “What about the previous tenants?” I asked.

“No one really stays for very long. I'm not sure, but I think the last family that lived here left after say… six months?”

I wonder if it's because they didn't contribute. No, that was ridiculous. Hopefully, it wasn't because of a problem they left for me.

“I’ve been leaving these offerings, as did my parents and their parents before them. I’m sure Nicholas would’ve taken over, but since you’re here, it’s your duty,” she said. She then smiled and patted my hand. “I’m sure you’ll be just fine. Don’t fret.”

Her words weren’t very comforting. “You said people around here don’t know what it’s for, but do you? If you don’t mind me asking?”

She seemed to think about it, and said. “There’s a lot of stories about forest spirits in these woods. My grandparents used to tell me it was for an ancient forest king to help protect us.” She patted my hand again. “I'm sure you don't think much about it, Taylor.”

“Well, do you have any advice on how to keep wild animals away from the house?” I asked. I then described the encounter from the first night. Thankfully, she listened the whole way through.

“I’m sure it was just a deer. You’ll see one or two of them out here,” she said, sounding reserved. “Do you want my advice?”

“Sure.”

“One: Don’t go out into the woods after the sun sets. Two: Don’t look out into the treeline after it gets dark. And three: don’t whistle at night. Close your doors and windows properly.”

Jesus Christ. “That’s…mildly terrifying,” I admitted.

“Like I said, we’re a mildly superstitious folk around here. Little stories spread like foxfire out here,” Granny said, “but as long as you follow those three rules, you’ll be fine.”

“Just stay out of the woods?”

With Granny gone after more repeated promises of sending over her grandson to help me tomorrow, I had continued to fiddle around with unpacking. And again, it didn’t take very long for me to tire out. I retired out to the porch steps with some Tylenol and casserole on a paper plate.

“Stay out of the woods. These hollers out here have remained undisturbed by man for decades, and they would like to stay that way. And it’s very, very easy to get lost in them.”

Telling myself I would only take a small break, I used the moment to make a list of things to do around the house and things to get next time I went into town. But that “small” break turned into an hour of watching the fireflies flicker around the yard. The evening breeze also felt nice. If it weren’t for the screaming cicadas, I could’ve taken a nap sitting there.

In fact, I had gotten so comfortable watching said fireflies I didn’t notice the silence until the sun dipped well past the treeline, staining the sky with deep, warm hues. It was almost… unnerving. Suffocating, even.

I stood up, turning to go inside since Granny’s earlier warnings were ringing in my ears. The trees were nothing but black lines set against the sunset, standing like unnatural sentinels. Or like jail bars, the thought came unbidden to my mind.

I shook my head. Okay, I had procrastinated long enough. It was time to go back inside.

But before I could even take another step, a slight rustling noise stopped me. It was unnaturally loud in the deafening silence. Something in me said not to turn around, but when it rustled a second time, I whipped around to scan the area.

Nothing.

Steeling myself, I hopped off the porch to see if I could catch a glimpse of the animal. When I still could see nothing, I took another step, and then another. I only stopped when I found myself toeing the border between my yard and the forest proper.

Don’t go into the woods. Don’t look into the trees.

I let out a huff in defeat. Whatever it was would have to stay a mystery. It probably had gotten curious and just moved on already. Dejected, I turned back around and headed into the house.

The next morning, when I went out to drink my coffee and enjoy the morning air, I happened to look down.

When I opened the door, I noticed the sounds of the woods had come back in full force. Like it had never stopped. And somehow, I felt like something was watching me. It made me shiver despite the warm, Appalachian evening.

All three apples were gone.

Tysm for reading! Next chapter coming soon!

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens rpf #bad omens au #noah sebastian fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #jolly karlsson fanfiction #nick folio fanfiction #horror au #paranormal au #tag: non binary character #fic: lost in the labyrinth #series: lost in the labyrinth #cw: supernatural themes #cw: misgendering

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shiroi-shika · 5 months

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The Stalker

Why did I get lost? My life was comfortable, I had a future full of possibilities and a history filled with nothing but success. By all means I should have known where I would go. I was the one who would have lived the life everyone else wants.

I didn’t have anyone or anything I needed to get away from, no complaints, no worries. And yet, there were those dreadful, knowing eyes. Whenever I would try to convince myself that I was truly happy, they would pierce right past my shallow facade. Her gaze was an inescapable constant in my life. I was told it was just in my head, that it must just be my anxiety playing tricks on me, and for a time I did try to comfort myself with the thought, but we both knew that I’d have to face it, face her eventually.

Everything I did right, every success, every celebration washed away, as my mind grew more and more defenseless.

She probably knew how I would feel, and now I have no doubt that she planned it all from the very beginning.

No, that’s not it. She wasn’t cunning, and she wasn’t mean. I knew that. In her own way, she really only did want what was best for me.

It was more like she had witnessed my destiny, and now sought to guide me to it.

That is why I had to meet her. She was different. Where everyone else told me how I could live my best life, she knew I yearned for nothing more than to carve out my own path.

When I ran away that night, that was my decision and no one else’s.

There was no need, no obligation, just that tiny little ember, almost extinguished by my own complacency.

I knew it was a horrible idea to feed it, and I would just end up burnt, but I couldn’t let myself care anymore.

I took nothing with me but the clothes on my back, I didn’t need a keepsake or a lifeline. I went into the unknown ill-prepared, scared and aimless, but I did so on my own terms.

She was here too, of course she was. Just out of sight I felt her presence as it warmed me for what would come next.

In the deepest darkest woods, where the sun dares not to shine, where all sane men run away, I knew I would find my answer.

The howling wind whistled a sweet melody and the grand firs watch over me, and it was as though they were welcoming me. Their Bark, that had petrified centuries ago, were the sturdy walls of this new home I chose for myself. Their branches reached out to me, lending me a hand and leading me safely through the dark.

The grass, overgrown and dried up was the sturdy footing I needed, with each step it cracked under my weight and marked my footprints as though it were freshly fallen snow. With it’s help I would never again end up back where I don’t belong, and when I’ll break down, it will be there to break my fall, to catch me and let my soul rest.

The fauna, though shy, was the companionship I needed. They watched and walked with me, fellow hermits who would never judge me, who would never crush me with the love I did not want.

I started to freeze, the cool night wind carrying all the memories I had run from. All of those who truly cared for me, who were there every step of the way, my friends, my family, my home, my passion. All of it was cursed and bitter, and as the breeze slowly lifted them off of my shoulders, I could feel myself getting lighter.

And as my mind got clearer and clearer, and I was rid of all that was wrong, I could now see more clearly than ever my one true companion, who was never fooled by my happiness, who never had to make me feel as though I deserve a good life. Even now she was still there, just outside of my field of view, but I knew that soon I would meet her and it would all make sense. In the center of these hallowed woods, that’s where my destiny was calling me.

I saw the bodies of the prey and the graves of the cowards, those who did not finish their journey, those who accepted a life that was good and kind.

Each headstone, and each rotting carcass strengthened my resolve. I knew that I would never again leave the forest, I couldn’t. It would break my heart. And besides, she was watching me all the way, and we both knew that my place was deeper inwards, where the crowns of the trees will hide us away from even the brightest stars. I can not stop until all light is gone from my world, all but her eyes. She will be there when everything else is gone, and I will finally know why.

As the hunger ravaged my body and the wolves crept in closer, the trees stretched their branches out further, clawing away more and more of the night sky, thousands of tiny cuts letting the constellations bleed out, and soon enough even the moon would see me for the very last time.

I was losing a lot of blood, my arm was pulled off as a monster with a familiar face tried to bring me back. It fought hard, refusing to let me go, unable to accept that I had chosen this path for myself.

It’s cries soon faded away as I felt her right behind me. With not a sound to break the beautiful silence, she let me know that I would find what I was looking for at long long last.

So, here I am, my wounds dragging me to the floor and all the friends of the forest here with me, ready to rip out all that I would leave behind. With heavy breath, I sit down against the tree I had been walking towards all this time. Barely awake I see her as she finally comes closer. All that could get in the way is gone. With nothing left to blind me, I can for the first time see her true beauty. Her light embraces me as the world fades to a blur. She sits down next to me and I can feel her chest move together with my dying breath.

“I have waited oh so very long, but I never worried, for you would find your path one way or another.

I feel as your eyelids grow heavy. You will die a truly pointless death, and with it will come the pain of all those who survive. To them it will be a devastating tragedy, I’m sure. To them this will seem like a cruel joke from destiny, but not to you, for you understand it’s mercy.. Be it a Tombstone visited by generations to come or an unmarked, empty grave in the darkest pits, you wouldn’t have found salvation no matter what. Rest, for you have nothing left to lose.” I close my eyes and smile. I stop breathing. I feel my body relax, and the last beat of my heart completes the painting, my corpse embraced by the water dyed red, my hand now too weak to hold the razor.

thank you

#suicide #trauma #psychological horror #depression #short story

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blueestbluejay · 1 year

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The Pastor And The Big Bad Wolf Chapter 2: A Foraging Adventure

Sorry it took so long to update! Life happened and I’ve been working to get back into the swing of things! More stuff on the way! Until then, enjoy!

- Mod Arven

Tatsumi opened the lid to the pot, stirring the herbs and mushrooms that were starting to make a broth. It smelled wonderful, the scent filling the small cabin. As it simmered, he went to go check in on Mayoi, kneeling down beside his bed.

He lay weakly, eyes closed and face flushed. Softly whimpering, he opened his eyes to look up at Tatsumi.

“How are you doing?”

“N-not very well?”

“But better than before?”

“Yes…” Tatsumi smiled.

“I’m happy to hear that.” He stood up, brushing the dirt off of his garb.

“I’m going to go look for some herbs. Will you be okay for a bit while I’m gone?” Mayoi nodded weakly, to which Tatsumi smiled in return and headed off back into the woods.

It was sunny and warm out, and Tatsumi hummed as he walked, the soft breeze blowing his teal hair. The weather was finally picking up. Taking in a deep breath of clean air, he went to go foraging.

He walked around the woods for a while, picking the mushrooms he knew were edible. He paused when he heard the snap of a twig from behind him.

He spun around to look, spotting Rinne peering out from behind a tree. He wore a wide grin and a headband to hold back his hair from his face. Tatsumi smiled, waving to him.

“Hello!” Rinne waved back, stepping over to him.

“Whatcha doing this far from that Hermit’s house?”

“I was gathering mushrooms.” Rinne eyed his basket before plucking one out of it.

“Ya realize that one’s not edible, right?”

“It’s not?” Rinne shook his head, tossing it to the side.

“Yeah. It’ll probably make whatever’s wrong with him worse.”

“Well, thank you.” Rinne paused for a moment, looking at Tatsumi before taking his hand.

“C’mon, I know a ton of good foraging spots. I’ll show ya the best ones.” Rinne gripped Tatsumi’s hand tightly as they ran through the forest together.

Tatsumi’s eyes were wide, sparkling purple as they whirled through the trees at near-inhuman speed. The wind nipped at his nose slightly as they sped, his eyes firmly on Rinne.

He felt his face flush slightly at the wonderment of it all. His red hair whipping around in the wind, like a million tiny bird wings. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

No.

He shook his head, closing his eyes momentarily. He was a priest. He lived to serve God and his community, not himself.

They soon arrived at one of Rinne’s foraging spots. Tatsumi was breathing heaving, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

The redhead turned to look at him, a small bit of concern dancing across his face.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m alright.”

“Are you sure? Your face is really red, and I didn’t think you’d fall for me this quickly.” Tatsumi looked up at him, surprised and eyes wide.

Rinne laughed loudly at that, ruffling his teal hair.

“C’mon. The mushrooms should be around here somewhere.” Rinne then made a beeline for a log, starting to lift it up.

Shaking off his shock and confusion, Tatsumi approached Rinne cautiously, peering over his shoulder as he lifted the apparently hollow log.

Underneath was a large cluster of oyster mushrooms. Tatsumi carefully reached out to touch them, their soft and supple skin gently bouncing back.

“Go ahead! Take as much as ya need!” Tatsumi carefully broke off a grouping of the mushrooms, placing them into his basket.

“Thank you, Rinne.”

“Eh, it’s no problem. Happy to help, as it were.”

“...may I ask a question.”

“Go ahead!” Tatsumi stood up from where he was kneeling.

“Why exactly don’t you go into town? I understand that they’re not exactly fond of you, but it doesn’t mean you should isolate yourself or your little brother.”

Rinne’s gaze immediately sharpened, his eyes narrowing as if he was piercing right through his soul. Tatsumi felt his heartbeat quicken.

“Look.” Rinne hunched over slightly so he was face to face with Tatsumi, eyes mere inches apart.

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m perfectly capable of taking care of my brother and I. I’ve been doing it for years now, and it’s none of your business what we do.” All of a sudden he was upright again, grin as wide as ever.

“Now c’mon, there are a few more scavenging spots I want to show ya.”

The two were mostly quiet for the rest of the trip, occasionally making small talk. But after the short confrontation, things seemed tense between them.

“...thank you again for helping me forage ingredients.”

“Eh, it’s no problem! What’s the point in having all these spots if not to share them with someone.” Tatsumi nodded, smiling.

“Still, it reflects positively on your soul that you would do that.” Rinne chuckled.

“Thanks.” Rinne looked up, seemingly sniffing the air.

“I should get ya back to the cabin. There’s wolves about.” Tatsumi’s eyes widened.

“How can you tell?”

“Trapper’s instincts.” Rinne held out his arms.

“I’ll carry ya back. I don’t want you slowing me down.” Tatusmi’s eyes somehow got even wider as his face flushed.

“Cary me?”

“Yeah. C’mon, it’ll be faster unless you WANT to be gobbled up.” He shook his head, allowing Rinne to pick him up.

“Ready?” He nodded, and off they zoomed back to the cabin.

“Hiiro! I’m back!” Silence greeted him.

“...Hiiro!” Silence. Rinne’s heartbeat spiked as he walked into the cave, the silence deafening.

“Hiiro, this isn’t funny if yer playing a jo-” Rinne’s eyes widened as he saw his little brother laying there, limp and pale.

“Nonononononono!” He picked him up, feeling his forehead. He smelled of sickness, his breathing shallow. Standing on shaky legs, he ran off into the woods again.

He knew just who could help, and just where to find him.

“Mayoi, I’m back!”

“I was so worried! Where were you?”

“I was gathering mushrooms and other things for the soup.” Mayoi nodded, slowly sitting up in the bed. Tatsumi set down the basket and stoked the fire.

As he started to break off the mushroom into the soup, there was a pounding at the door.

As Tatsumi opened the door, he was surprised to see Rinne standing there, holding someone with wolf ears and a tail.

“Rinne-”

“Please, I need your help.”

#mod arven #tatsurinne #tatsumi kazehaya #rinne amagi #ensemble stars

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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Take me home spice most definitely🌶🌶. I'm sure Kate loves to be thrown over Anthony's shoulder and she is certainly surprised that this bear of a man can go from daddy to a simp on his knees in a second.

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postponed spicy sunday for take me home country roads kathony at the lake 😼👀

Oh it was very much a surprise to Kate that this huge bear of a man was for a start, as affectionate as he was when they got together, his hand always sneaking over to hers a contented huff when she settled against him.

But also that he'd spend 45 minutes on his knees for her, then fall into bed beside her, roll over and go to sleep. No thought for himself.

Kate had always considered herself a feminist. She was not the kind of woman who spent her days waiting for a man to come and save her. She could change a tyre, had taken several self defence classes, and she was perfectly able to erect a flatpack bookcase.

So honestly, when she moved in with Anthony who was so... traditionally masculine it was a bit of a surprise how nice it felt, to have someone take care of her the same way she usually took care of people. And she knew that this these tiny acts of service were the way he showed her he cared. That he loved her. Like the way She'd mentioned she needed a new bookshelf, all of hers were still stacked by the side of the bed, in an offhand I'll buy something when I'm in town next way. And Anthony had nodded, and she'd found him the next day, the bed of his truck filled with huge slabs of cherry wood, grunting as he unloaded it.

"Give me a week, muffin. I thought the red'd look nice with a varnish."

Like the fact she'd gone out one day as winter set in and found before Anthony had gone to work, he'd changed out the tyres on her car for snow tyres. Didn't even feel the need to acknowledge the act. In fact, he looked surprised when she'd pressed her lips against his, tugging his shirt from his body.

"What's this for?"

Kate had rolled her eyes, thrusting his hand up her sweater (his in actuality) "You take really good care of me, and you deserve a reward."

Anthony's brow had furrowed, though his fingers had curved around her instinctively, his eyes burning. "They're just tyres."

"Tyres that you bought, and fitted, without me asking, or knowing."

"I want you to be safe."

And it had caught in her throat, as she ran her fingers through his hair, "I love you. Now let me ride the fuck out of you."

When she'd gone home from her time in the woods, Edwina had cackled madly when she'd explained that she sort of, kind of, had met the love of her life living like a hermit in the middle of the forest.

"You're dating an actual lumberjack?"

Kate had rolled her eyes, "He's a ranger, actually, he just whittles in his spare time."

Mary had hummed looking at the picture of them on Kate's phone, the Anthony had obscured his face in her hair (typical). "He seems nice."

"He is. Kind of like... a gentle giant."

And he was. Kate was a tall woman, even though she was a little willowy, and Anthony practically dwarfed her. His hands when he pressed them against her chest easily spread over it, his arms bulging around her safe and warm and strong, power coiled tight in his muscles, but he was still so gentle. And it made her love him even more.

Even when his brothers nudged and teased him when they visited his shoulders shrinking in on themselves.

"Anthony, you do realise if you keep living out here like a hermit Kate's gonna fuck off eventually right?"

Anthony's eyes slid to her so quickly, most of his expression obscured by the beard on his face, and it had made her bristle. "I'm not going anywhere, but you can get the fuck out of my house whenever you feel like it, Colin."

And maybe she should have felt bad about it, but it was hard to when Anthony's hand had tightened on her thigh and she could have sworn she heard Violet let out a choked laugh behind her.

So no maybe Kate shouldn't have been so surprised that she liked Anthony taking care of her, but she was, and what surprised her even more than that, was they way he loved her.

It was gentle and kind and soft most days, his lips on hers, their fingers intertwined, foreheads pressed together as they moved together lazily. Days when all he seemed to want was her fingers tangled in his hair for hours, taking nothing for himself.

"Do you like oral sex?"

Her mouth had nearly fallen open when he'd asked her for the first time just days after he'd screamed his feelings at her, sat together on his sofa.

"Um- giving or receiving?" It wasn't that she was embarrassed, moreso that a man had never asked her so bluntly before, but it seemed very typically Anthony.

And odd look had crossed his face for a moment as though it was obvious. "Receiving. I want to eat you out."

Kate's stomach had dropped at the look in his eyes, heat rising in her cheeks as she forced herself to chuckle. "I'd be down for some foreplay."

That same odd look had crossed his face, a huff falling from his chest. "I'm not talking about foreplay. I mean I want to lay back on this rug and let you ride my face until you can't take it anymore. Until you beg me to stop."

She hadn't even known what to say. She was 25 years old and she didn't know what to say. "Oh. Um. I think that would be okay."

Anthony's hand had reached out, closing around the front of her leggings, dragging them down her legs. "Right. saddle up then, Muffin."

When she'd collapsed against the wooden floor about an hour later barely able to breathe, her entire body shaking as Anthony sat up, dragging her lips to his and letting her taste herself on his tongue obscenely for a very long moment her head had spun. "Just um- fuck just give me a second to breathe, go and get a condom and we can fu-"

Anthony had laughed, flick his tongue in her mouth again. "I've just fucked you babe. We're done for now."

"But you didn't even-"

"Don't worry about me. I got plenty from that, babe." He'd slapped her arse, groaned as he pulled himself off the floor, went into the kitchen and started eating granola from the box.

"Your dick didn't even get wet!"

He'd looked at her totally incredulously, his face still shining with her a handful of granola halfway to his mouth. "What kind of men have you dated before?"

"The wrong kind obviously."

Anthony had sighed, "If you think a dick needs to go in you for it to be fucking then yeah, Muffin, you've dated the wrong kind of guys."

But of course that wasn't all.

There were days she could see it all day, when something built in his chest and his eyes darkened and his jaw was tight and he seemed to stalk her around the house and god on those days she had her thighs clenched together all day. The knowledge of how he'd feel moving over her, fucking into her with reckless abandon while his voice rumbled through her chest already making heat pool in her chest, tension crackling in the air around them until it exploded, and they had to have each other, no matter where it was.

"Come hiking with me today, little bear. I want some new reference images to paint from."

She'd whispered it in his ear this morning as she lay under him, his body burning so warm she'd kicked off the blankets even in the early autumn with the air starting to cool already around them.

Anthony had nodded, his voice think from sleep, "Today's a close day."

Close days. That was what he called it when he woke up and he knew that he wouldn't want to be further than 3ft away from her at any point. When he quietly needed to ask her for the closeness he craved, touch starved as he'd been for all those years, out here alone.

"Okay, Bear. Close day today."

So they'd gone out, Anthony's eyes burning into her the entire way, his arm around her waist, lips nipping at her ear in the quietness of it, and before they were halfway to his favourite place, Kate had known what would happen when they got there. She had known, that when they broke through that tree line, the lake in front of them, she'd shuck off her clothes, then his and slip into the water.

Anthony tugged her roughly to a halt, just a few feet from their destination, his eyes already dark telling her his mind had slipped to the exact same place, his hand spread over her ribcage pushing her back against the trunk of a tree, the other sliding up her legs until it was nestled at the apex, both his hands pinning her lightly in place.

"I want you so fucking badly."

His voice was rough, his fingers starting slow, circular motions against her making her eyes flutter closed even through the fabric of her jeans.

"Have me then." It was a gasp, her fingers already tightening on his shirt, bringing him closer, a whine in her throat echoing through the forest as he pressed his chest against hers, his hand already popping the buttons on her shirt, his eyes flashing dangerously as he tugged roughly at her bra.

"You want me to have you, Kate?" his tongue was tracing the outline of his words on her neck, the pressure of his fingers growing more intense as he pressed his thing against his hand, his entire body hard against hers. "Right here?"

She nodded desperately, her hips already bucking wildly, desperate for relief, "Please Anthony, Please I can't wait until we get home. I can't, I need you right now."

A growl ripped free from his chest, his hands lifting off her immediately, the only thing keeping her in place his thigh between her legs before his hands settled back on her hips, tilting them and oh

"Cum for me first and then you can have me."

He was tugging her forward, grinding down against her at the same moment, his teeth leaving little marks against her neck, bruising her there, marking her as him, and it was a little too much, and somehow not enough all at the same time.

There was a whine building in her chest, Anthony's voice hot in her ear, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, heat thickening the air around them.

Come on baby, that's a good girl, oh I know I know, you're so close, just give me what I want and you can have what you need that's it, come one, cum for me. Right now Kate!

Kate fell apart with a soft gasp, her legs tightening around his thigh as Anthony hummed

Oh good girl

But it wasn't enough, something had built inside her, had been building for days, that same reckless energy that had pushed her from her old life in the first place, expressed in entirely new ways as she tugged roughly at his belt, her voice suddenly hard.

"Anthony, enough. Give me what I want."

The growl that echoed through the tiny clearing was nothing short of animalistic, his body relaxing against her touch,

"Whatever you want baby, whatever you need." His eyes caught with hers as her legs tightened around his waist, "Hard or-?"

"Hard and fast." She gasped, tugging his lips down to meet hers, teeth clashing, tongues tangling, a tandem gasp swallowed as Anthony snapped his hips and finally they were together.

His hand shot out to cushion her head against the tree, his pace building quickly an arm snaking around her waist to anchor her when she tried to match him.

Kate couldn't breathe, her shoulders heaving as they moved together, the early afternoon sun casting a glow around Anthony, his hair falling loosely around his shoulders, something primal and desperate in his eyes as he drove them forward, pushing her higher and higher, the smell of the trees all around them, the leather and wood that seemed to cling to Anthony overwhelming, her voice cracking on her chest encouraging him forward.

Fuck Anthony, so good baby, so good, more! Oh!

His teeth bit into her neck a little roughly as he started moving impossibly faster, his hands tightening his muscles flexing and bulging around her and everything shattered.

His hand shot up to cover her scream, a feral growl ripping from his chest as her teeth bit into his hand and his hips snapped erratically is own

Fuck Kate!

ripping through the air, and everything went still.

Kate couldn't tell how long they stayed like that, slumped against a tree, their desperate breaths the only thing cutting through the forest but eventually Anthony stood, his eyes shining with tears, as he pressed his lips chastely against hers. gently tugging her clothes back into place and then his own.

"Thank you." His voice was so gentle, thanking her for the closeness she let him have when he needed it. "You're okay?"

She nodded, wrapping her arms around his waist, her face pressed against his neck. "Close days are my favourite."

He relaxed against her, his voice wavering a little, "I just. I really fucking love you."

"Love you too, Bear. But I'm gonna need you to take a quick few pictures of that lake then piggy back me home because I'm well and truly fucked."

"My pleasure."

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DESPERADO - 4

Ready for the next part of Desperado? Here it is. You will learn about Helen's past and August's feelings but it's pretty emotional and angsty so I hope you still like it. Let me know and leave me a comment, reblog or like 💜

Pairing: Augut Walker x OFC (Helen Nichols)

Summary: August has survived the fight with Ethan Hunt and the fall from the cliff. A few lucky coincidences saved his life and he ends up with a woman that saves him and gives him shelter in her little hermit hut. He is at a turning point in his life. What is he going to do?

Word count: ~ 3.3 k

Warnings: A lot of angst, mentioning of death and grief, mentioning of sex

UNBETA'ED! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Credits: I don’t own August Walker and anything related to MI:Fallout. Pics for the moodboard from pinterest, face claim Helen: Rooney Mara

You can find parts 1 to 3 and my other fics on my masterlist.

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Don't your feet get cold in the wintertime?

The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine

It's hard to tell the nighttime from the day

You're losin' all your highs and lows

Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

From Desperado by The Eagles, Lyrics: Don Henley, Glenn Frey

August soon lost count. They had sex often after he had been able to dispel Helen's worries regarding protection by revealing that he had a vasectomy years ago. So they fucked almost every day, but Helen wasn't up for more than foreplay and the sex itself. It was always the same, when they were done she got up to take a shower before going on with her daily tasks and it left him feeling strangely used and empty.

After their first time he had mentioned that the folding bed seemed to be an unnecessary loan now and Helen's reaction had left him speechless. She had laughed out loud.

"I don't think so. I'm not planning on sharing the bed with you...August." His real name just wouldn't flow smoothly from her lips at this time.

"Why not? We've just fucked."

"That's sex, just physical. Sharing a bed is intimate. It requires trust and I'm sorry but I can't trust you as long as you don't tell me who you are and what you're involved in."

"I'm not going to rape or murder you in your sleep", he snorted, rolling his eyes.

"I know, but still…"

And so, since he still hadn't told her the truth about August "The Hammer" Walker and John Lark, they fucked but they didn't sleep together. August found it quite ridiculous but he couldn't do much but accept it. He just wasn't willing to reveal the dirty truth, even after Helen had finally told him about the FBI guy that had nosed around in the village and about that file that proved that his enemies considered him to be dead. He was too scared she would kick him out of her house and out of her life. He wasn't ready to lose her. Not yet.

Instead he got accustomed to the situation and in the next weeks they established a domestic routine that was new to both of them. Helen usually worked in the mornings. She was a journalist and writer and to his surprise August found out that in fact she was a bestselling author. She had published three books so far. One about her hermit life in Kashmir, one about the region as a destination for backpackers and an illustrated book that was dedicated to the beautiful nature in the Dachigam National Park and all three of them had been pretty successful in the US. So she worked on her new book till noon almost every day and August worked on his recovery, doing all kinds of exercises indoors and outdoors.

After lunch they did anything that had to be done around the house and Helen often left for a walk to collect berries and mushrooms or to take photos in the afternoon. August usually read a book when she was gone but on this day he decided to join her. He had done some runs in a small radius around the hut but he had never really explored the surroundings and he felt like missing out on something. Plus, if he was honest with himself, he wanted to spend some time with Helen. Quality time.

So they strolled through the woods on this beautiful, sunny day, enjoying the warmth of the sun and a light breeze that chilled their cheeks. Helen took a bunch of pictures, concentrating on moss and lichens that grew on giant rocks and gnarled, old trees. August was waiting for her to take a shot of an overgrown branch, leaning against a rock wall, his face turned towards the sun, his eyes closed. "Stay exactly like this." Helens soft voice made him smile but when he heard her camera click he opened his eyes with a frown. "What are you doing?" He turned his face away from her and started to walk on. "Taking pictures of you. You looked great in that light, all lost in thought." She jogged a few steps to keep up with him. "Oh yeah", he snorted, "I'm sure I looked like a supermodel." She stopped him by tugging at the sleeve of his jacket. "You looked like yourself. Confident and very handsome." Her smile touched him in a way that made his stomach flip and he really didn't know how to reply to her compliment. He just gave her a helpless smile and Helen placed a hand on his burnt temple, giving him a tender smile in return. August grinned the awkwardness away and when he turned around his eyes fell on a huge rock that was completely flat on the top , building a natural lookout point over the region. "Look", he said pointing upwards, "the view from up there must be fantastic."

"Yeah. Maybe." Helen gave him a look he couldn't really read. "Let's just go back home, okay?"

"First I wanna go up there." August ran his hands over the rough surface of the stones, glancing up to figure out the best way to climb the cliff.

"No, that's a bad idea, August. It's too dangerous, and your ankle…"

"My ankle is fine, Helen. It's been more than 8 weeks now. It's completely cured."

"Still... you're not a climber, you could get hurt." She sounded strangely anxious and August had no idea why. The cliff was very rocky, so that natural steps could easily be found and it wasn't very high. It didn't seem to be dangerous at all.

"You don't have to join me. I'll climb up quickly and will be back in a few minutes. You can take pictures of me conquering the mountain." He winked at her before he put a foot on a ledge and started to climb.

"No! August, please…" Helen yelled at him, the despair in her voice making him stop immediately. He turned to Helen with a frown. "I'll be carful, I promise."

"No! Don't do this. Please don't." She sank down on her knees, sobbing, staring at him pleadingly, her voice weak and trembling. August hopped off the rock and kneeled down beside her, taking her in his arms. She was crying now, hiding her face in her hands.

"Helen, calm down. I'm here, I won't climb, okay?" She wasn't able to answer, she just clinged to his body, weeping uncontrollably. He hugged her in a tight embrace, cradling her, rocking her trembling body gently back and forth. To his own surprise it didn't feel awkward or forced, it felt natural, he wanted to comfort her, he wanted to hold her and to be the one to make her feel safe and sound and all this made him realize that he had slowly and somehow unnoticed fallen for her.

He'd been in love before, of course, he hadn't always been a bitter, cold-hearted jerk, but that was years ago in what felt like a different life. So August Walker knew love but with time he had forgotten about the sensation, after far too many disappointments in his life, not only in love but mainly in his job, he had pushed all positive emotions aside and his heart had gone numb before turning into a stone. It seemed like Helen, with her tough, aloof but captivating and caring personality, was able to touch his heart, to make him feel again, to make him love again. The thought alone scared the fuck out of him but now was not the time to worry about himself, now it was time to take care of Helen.

"Shhh... it's okay. Everything is fine, Henny." He'd never called her that before, it was his secret nickname for her, he just used it in his thoughts, and when she heard it she lifted her head to look at him with a hint of a smile, her eyes still overflowing with tears. "I'm sorry," she sobbed.

"No need to be sorry. Just try to calm down." He smiled at her tenderly and gave her hair some soft strokes, still holding her in his arms. When Helen started to relax and her breath went back to normal, August pressed a kiss on her forehead. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." Helen gave him a sheepish grin. "I guess you think I'm totally nuts now." She blushed a little and August gave her a wink. "Don't worry. I've seen worse."

They didn't talk for several minutes, they just sat on the ground in the sun, snuggled up to each other.

"It's because of Allison", Helen broke the silence eventually, "she died like this."

"She died climbing?" August asked softly and Helen nodded, a sad look on her face. "Yes, and it was my fault."

"You said she died in an accident."

"Yeah, but it was still my fault."

"Tell me about it", August asked and after a short moment of hesitation Helen took a deep breath and started to talk. She told him how she and Allison had been on a backpack trip 8 years ago, both of them working for a travel magazine, preparing a report about Jammu and Kashmir, Helen as the writer, Allison as the photographer. They had stayed in the hut Helen lived in now, doing day trips to explore the region. Helen had heard of a special spot, a mountain that not only offered a spectacular view on a hidden lake but that also was kind of a biotope, a habitat for rare plants she wanted to write about. Allison had been hesitant about the idea of going there because they both were hikers, not climbers but Helen had persuaded her. When they had reached a plateau just below the top of the mountain Helen had backed out at the sight of the steep, exposed mountain ridge they would have to manage to get to the summit. She had refused to go any further but Allison wasn't willing to give up so close to their goal. Helen had begged her not to do it but Allison had insisted on trying. She had climbed only a few yards when she'd lost balance.

"I'll never forget the surprised sound she made when she fell. She hit a rock, hurting her head and she broke her back when she landed on the rocky ground of the plateau. It was terrifying." Helen was crying again, softly this time. August took her hand to soothe her and it seemed to work. She was able to talk again. "There was nothing I could do for her besides holding her hand. She had a fractured skull and internal bleeding. She died in my arms."

"I'm so sorry, Helen. That must have been dreadful", he squeezed her hand and he truly felt the sympathy that was showing in his eyes, "but this wasn't your fault. It was an accident."

"An accident that wouldn't have happened if I hadn't made her go on this stupid trip."

"You didn't know that it was dangerous. And it was her decision to climb on the ridge." August's voice was soft and tender and Helen was grateful for his sensitivity and his kind words. She rested her head against his chest with a sigh. "I know. The rational part of me knows that, but the irrational parts of my mind will never stop feeling that dreadful guilt. I just can't shake it off."

"Yeah, I know the feeling." August smiled at her and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Why did you stay?"

"I stayed because I needed a safe space to process what had happened and to mourn. I wanted to return to Maine when I felt ready to face the world again…"

"But you're still here."

"Yeah, I grew to like my hermit life and I fell in love with a man who helped me to deal with this tragedy. And so I decided to stay for good."

"Naseer?" August guessed.

"Yes. He was such a great support. He was always there for me, helped me to buy the hut, to renovate and furnish it according to my taste but our love didn't last. In the long run he wanted me to move to his farm, to become his wife and mother to his children, to live a traditional life as a married couple. But that wasn't my dream, not my vision of my future."

"But you're still friends."

"We are. Now. It took us a few years but after his wedding we found a way to leave the past behind and become friends. He's my only friend actually."

"No, he's not", August said softly and Helen gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you. For...all this. Listening and comforting me...and, well." She shrugged, blushing, gesturing vaguely at him and her and their surroundings.

"Of course. You took good care of me, today I take care of you, okay? Just tell me what you need."

Helen nodded. "I want to go home. Let's go back and watch a movie?"

"Sure. Haven't watched a movie in ages."

They got up and walked back to the house and Helen felt strangely happy when she linked arms with him and he let it happen. She knew it was foolish to become emotionally involved with a man she knew close to nothing about, who hid every personal information from her, who was bossy and cocky and way too stubborn for his own good, but she still couldn't help it. She was falling for August Walker and there was nothing she could do about it. It wasn't the sex, not only. He was a great lover, sure, experienced and skilled but what she really liked about him besides that physical component was his dry sense of humor, his cleverness, his confidence, his dignity and his passion. The way he had fought himself back to life, his willpower, the determination to work on his recovery as soon as he was able to leave the bed, ignoring all pain and exhaustion, had shown her that he was a fighter, a survivor. A strong, protective man she was so attracted to, it really scared her and it was also pretty embarrassing that she was so turned on by his alpha male vibes and the caveman attitude. But there was more to him. He had this broody, emotional side too and she was sure deep down inside he was pretty sensitive and maybe even warm hearted. And so over the weeks she had grown feelings for him, she'd tried to fight hard but unsuccessfully. Each time she went to the bathroom after having sex with August, it was a kind of helpless and futile attempt to wash away her emotions and pour the loving feelings down the drain. Unfortunately it never took more than one look into his eyes to resurrect them.

An hour later August and Helen were sitting on her couch in front of the TV, sharing a blanket and a plate with fruits and berries, waiting for the movie to begin. She had chosen a film called "The Shape of Water" he had never heard of before. The cover of the DVD was pretty strange, showing a couple hugging under water, the woman looking ordinary but her partner seemed to be some kind of fishman.

"It's a great movie," Helen said not for the first time, "very moving and romantic. The female protagonist is an outsider, a mute cleaner in a lab and she falls in love with an amphibian man."

It turned out she was right. The film was amazing and it left August extremely touched and with many questions running around in his head. They were eating the last berries, discussing the end of the movie, when he blurted out what he desperately needed to know.

"Could you fall in love with a monster?"

"He's not a monster. Not to Elisa."

"But everyone considers him to be one."

"Yes, because they don't understand him and his nature, they don't even try. But she does and she knows what lies underneath his spiky appearance."

"So you could? Fall in love with a man who is considered to be a bad man, an enemy, an unscrupulous monster?"

Helen looked him in the eyes, taking her time to answer. "If he was honest with me...if he let me see who he really is...if he explained himself to me and let me draw my own conclusions. Yes, under these conditions, I could fall in love with a monster. I'd rather have an honest monster than a lying saint."

August closed his eyes with a sigh that was full of relief but also filled with fear.

"Well, then let this monster tell you its story."

"You're not a monster…", Helen turned to look at him with a deep frown.

"No, Helen, please. Just listen, okay? And then -as you said- you can draw your own conclusions."

She gave him a nod and August started to talk. He told Helen about his loveless childhood with physically and emotionally absent parents, his youth as the time he gained recognition for being an extraordinarily good athlete and how it turned him into a confident, popular jock. His career at the CIA, his life as an agent, doing all the dirty jobs efficiently, eliminating public enemies indiscriminately and without asking questions in the first years. He admitted that he was nothing less than an authorized assassin legitimized by the state and he described how he got more and more frustrated with time, questioning his job, the national authorities and politics. He pointed out to her that his disillusionment, the years of frustration and the feeling of being caught in an unjust and outdated machinery culminated in following the ideas of Solomon Lane and finally in writing a manifesto under the pseudonym of John Lark. The hardest part was to confess that he had planned on eliminating one third of mankind by letting off a nuclear bomb in the mountains of Kashmir to alter things for the better. After he had ended with telling Helen about Ethan Hunt and their fight he was anxiously waiting for her reaction, not daring to look at her.

She didn't say anything for a very long time. When she finally started to speak, her voice sounded weak. "You would have killed me and all the wonderful people in this valley without the blink of an eye if Ethan Hunt hadn't stopped you?"

"Yes."

Helen nodded.

"I see. And if you had another chance, would you try again? Do you still stand by what you wrote in that manifesto?"

"No. I don't. Absolutely not."

"Why not?"

"I've had a lot of time to think about it during the last weeks and I lost my conviction. You've shown me another side of life, of thinking. You have made me feel again. Feelings I haven't had for the longest time. Feelings of love, Helen." August almost whispered the last words, scared of her reaction but Helen just nodded again, her face blank, her expression unreadable.

"Say something, Helen. Please." He took her hand but she pulled away.

"I can't, August. Not yet. I need time to process all you've just told me. I need some time on my own."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I'm going to return the folding bed to Naseer tonight and I'm going to ask him if I can stay with him and his family for a few days because I don't feel well and don't want to be alone. I'll return when I've made up my mind and when I have we won't need a second bed anymore. One way or another."

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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Veritaserum Prompt Fic (Part 6)

Notes: Hi lovelies- sorry it's been a minute since I've been able to work on this fic! If you are just starting this ficlet I recommend starting at Part 1 and reading through or just popping over to read it on AO3 (I'll try to post it over there as soon as it's up here as well).

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"If you could do anything," Harry murmured one night while they were lying in bed after one of Draco's nightmares (although, truth be told, Harry hadn't been having a much better time trying to sleep), "What would you want to do?"

"You mean like as a career?" Draco asked.

Harry turned his head to look at him, watching Draco stare up at the ceiling, "Sure. Let's start there."

Draco hummed, "I always really liked potions, you know?" he said, turning his head so they were looking at each other. "I'd probably want to do my potions mastery and own a little apothecary or something." He shook his head and looked back up at the ceiling, "Not that anyone would want me to ma-"

He huffed, "I said if you could do anything. That means reality has no place in this conversation." He watched as the corner of Draco's mouth tipped up, "Besides," he continued, "Those people are arseholes anyway. And they're wrong about you."

The other man cleared his throat, "What about you?"

"Oh, I want to be a hermit," Harry replied easily. "I never want to see a single person that recognizes me again. Except maybe the Weasleys and a few other friends."

"Cheater," Draco murmured.

(Read more below the cut)

"Hmm?"

"You're cheating," Draco said, rolling onto his side so he could look at Harry. "You told me that reality has no place in this conversation but you're making your entire decision in light of the fact that you're the savior of the wizarding world. If you were just," he shrugged one shoulder, "just Harry, what would you want to do?"

He hummed, "I suppose you're right. I don't know, I like building things," he said. "Maybe I'd want to do that for a living."

Draco gave him a little smile, "That sounds nice," he said with a yawn.

"Maybe I'd build your apothecary."

"Oh?" he asked, eyes sliding shut. "What would you build me?"

So Harry started talking, telling him about the cozy shop he'd build with lots of windows and shelves, with a little counter with an old fashioned register, the cat he'd find him to sit on the counter and silently judge people's purchases. He described the work space he'd build behind, more sturdy shelves made out of dark, strong wood; a cupboard for the ingredients that couldn't be in the light; a skylight to help to keep the room from being too dark. Harry told him how he'd build him a glass greenhouse where he could grow his own potion ingredients all year round.

By the time he ran out of words, Draco was sleeping again; eyes closed, mouth open just a little, the corner tipped up like he was smiling.

But Harry was wide awake, day dreaming.

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Harry was out of bed before the sun was up the next morning; plotting and planning, making lists in his head of all of the things he needed to buy as he drove the jeep into town.

It took an hour and a half to buy everything and Harry stopped at the bakery to pick up fresh croissants before driving back home. Before he started, he brewed coffee and left a cup of coffee under a stasis charm beside a fresh croissant for Draco when he got up.

Then he headed out and got to work.

Draco was a late sleeper. Not that Harry blamed him with the nights he had (or in general, it made a weird little part of him happy when Draco slept in) but he'd noticed in the past two weeks that Draco usually slept until around 10:00 am. This meant that Harry had a solid three and a half hours of work in before Draco wandered out with the cup of coffee cradled in his long pale fingers.

The entire frame was almost finished for the greenhouse he was building.

"Harry what-?" Draco started.

"Hey!" Harry said, grinning over at him and grabbing his shirt so he could wipe the sweat off his face. "How did you sleep?"

"Fine," he answered distractedly, "What are you doing?"

"I'm building you a greenhouse," he told him, "Here, come take the tour."

Draco followed behind him and Harry stepped through what would be the door. "Right, so what we walked through will be the door," he said. "Then once I get all of the glass installed I have the supplies to build raised beds all throughout."

He moved into the first room, "The greenhouse is split into four rooms," he continued. "That way we can do climate control. I'll charm the glass to respond to your specifications; some rooms can be darker and cooler, others bright and hot, you know?"

"What?"

"Yeah," Harry said, "obviously the interior walls are glass, too, but fortunately I'd helped with rebuilding one of the green houses at Hogwarts, so I know a spell that will let light come through the glass one way but not the other."

He continued on into the back room, "And then I thought this might work for a studio where you could make potions," he said. "I can build you a fantastic table," he added. "I'll line the walls with shelves for storage, I think there will be plenty of storage space."

"Harry," Draco said, sounding a bit dazed.

He looked over at Draco who was standing helplessly in the middle of the room, cup of coffee still clenched between his hands.

"Why are you doing all of this?"

His brow furrowed as he stepped closer, "What do you mean?"

"The greenhouse?"

"Oh," he said, "Well, I dug up a garden outside this morning, too. You're right, some things will probably grow great here naturally," he conceded. "I thought maybe I'd try my hand at growing some regular vegetables, too, if there's enough room."

Draco shook his head, "No, I mean why are you doing any of this?"

"I thought you'd be happy," he said, starting to feel unsure. "We can ask Ron and Hermione to pick up cauldrons, vials, whatever you need and send them to us."

He stared at him for a long moment, "Why would you do all of this?"

He tilted his head at the other man, "Because you said if you could do anything you'd want to make potions."

"And so you just built it?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, yes," Harry said with a shrug.

"You're insane!" Draco finally blurted. "You're an absolute nutter, Harry Potter."

"What?" he asked. "Why?"

"Because the world doesn't work like this!" he said. "I'm a death eater, Harry! I don't get to have gardens, and greenhouses, and people who care about me." He covered his mouth with a trembling hand.

His heart felt like it had been crushed. After a moment, he stepped forward, "You aren't what they want you to believe you are."

"Who are 'they'?" he asked.

The corner of his mouth tipped up, "Everyone." He shrugged, "Your parents,your teachers, your friends, the people at the ministry, me. You are so many things and a death eater may have been one of them when you had to be, but you aren't now."

"How do you know?"

"I can't explain it," he said, and it's true he couldn't. He thought about it for a minute, "I don't, I guess. But even if you were, I like to think that if you were given the opportunity for something different you'd take it."

Draco was quiet for a moment, searching Harry's face, "I would have," he said softly. "When Dumbledore asked," he continued, "If he could have kept me safe, kept my mother safe."

"I know," Harry replied because he did. "I was there. And I was there at Malfoy manor when you refused to identify me, when you gave me your wand. Which," he continued, "I'm guessing you knew was the master of the Elder Wand."

Draco looked down at his coffee cup, his thumb brushing nervously back and forth along the lip and Harry had a startling realization. Here, in this moment when neither of them knew what the future could hold, with Draco standing outside in pajamas with his hair still a mess from sleeping and Harry in a pair of filthy jeans and little else, when hardly anything made sense, there was one thing that did:

He was falling in love with Draco Malfoy.

Before he could start to panic, Harry pushed the thought to the back of his mind, he could think about it later. "Why didn't you tell anyone?" he said softly. "About saving my life? About your wand?"

Draco's head snapped up at that, "I tried," he rasped. "They didn't believe me."

"You aren't what they believe you are," Harry repeated. "You're good," he murmured, "And you have a gentle soul. You've seen too much of war and hurt; let me give you this."

"I shouldn't," Draco whispered.

"You should," Harry replied. "Please."

Draco's eyes searched his for a long moment, "Alright," he finally said. "But only if you let me help with something."

Harry smiled, "Done." Somehow he knew that he'd never say no to spending more time with Draco Malfoy.

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#Veritaserum prompt fic #100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #sort of #sorry this has taken awhile to get posted #drarry #developing relationship #soft #falling in love #enjoy the sunshine while it lasts #drarry fanfic

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anauthore · 3 years

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Escape From Halloweentown {Jack Skellington x Reader} CHAPTER 1

Summary: When a game of hide-and-seek goes wrong, you find yourself lost in the woods without a way home. Whether it be fate, or just dumb luck, you suddenly find yourself in a far bigger predicament than you ever thought you would be- and it’s not just because you can’t seem to find your little brother.

**Pairing: **Reader / Jack Skellington. A very slow burn fic.

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You had thought the doors in the trees lead to a cozy, hollow trunk, or even just a black-filled void of some solid decorative substance. Of course, once you found yourself launched onto the ground in front of you, sprawled out after trying and failing to break your fall, you quickly came to realize that that obviously was not the case.

You grunted, wheezing in the air you’d just had knocked out of you. Once you managed to scramble to your feet, you brushed yourself off, picking the pebbles and other woodland debris from your stinging palms and knees. The inflicted areas burned, and you idly ran your fingertips over the little divots they’d made into your skin before you turned around to face the door. Or rather, doors.

They still were attached to the circle of trees you’d found in the beginning, all towering over you by miles as they stood stoic and unmoving as trees always are. Out of both a burning curiosity and an insatiable impulse, you reached forward toward the gleaming knob to twist it, yet it was as stiff as a board. You furrowed a brow, trying yet again, but it didn’t move.

It didn’t move.

You looked beyond the massive trunk in front of you and out toward the horizon, where the sun had just started to come up. The entirety of the sky was painted a fruitful orange, and despite the beauty of the picture, you were more confused than you’d ever been before. The sun, as warmth-emanating as it was, sat there, climbing in a direction opposite of where it had just been moments before.

You blinked. And then you blinked again.

And then you squeezed your eyes shut and clenched your fists, digging the ends of your nails into your palms to ground you with some semblance of pain.

It was almost too easy to convince yourself that everything you’d just experienced was, in fact, a dream- yet still you found yourself trying your hardest to cling to the façade. It definitely seemed more real than the reality that was currently right in front of your closed eyes in the moment.

You sighed, and when the sun didn’t revert back to the other side of you, and the doorknob still didn’t turn, you gave up.

You turned on your heel, tentatively at first, but then started to walk away. You didn't know where you would end up, but using this newfound daylight for something other than trying to convince yourself you were crazy is the best you could do. You crunched browned leaves under your shoes, their steady rhythm keeping you going.

Crunch crunch crunch crunch…

You breathed in and out to the beat of your own footfalls, so lost in the monotony that you didn't even realize there had been a dirt path bare of grass and leaves before you. You'd been so focused on figuring out what had just happened that the transition into silence didn't even faze you, so when you finally did notice you were actually heading somewhere, you were surprised.

Your pace quickened, excitement coursing through your veins. Maybe there was a town nearby, or at the very least, someone's backyard. As long as you had somewhere to go, you could make it work.

The trees started to thin, as did the grass and underbrush that had surrounded you nearly the entirety of your journey. The forest itself pushed back, and ahead you could make out gnarled buildings that curled and rose toward the grey sky. Although the architecture was odd, especially by modern standards, you couldn't help but smile. It was a town! There had to be people here that could help you, and if you were lucky enough, maybe you’d find someone who’d seen your brother.

The clouds fogged the distant towers, making it seem so far away. You didn’t let that deter you, however; you passed the opening in the trees and met a dull graveyard with twisted tombstones and gnarled wording carved into them. You furrowed a brow and stopped for a moment, taking in the sight before you. These stones were surely unlike any you’ve ever seen, the lettering curling in such a way that you couldn’t make out what it said other than the dates in which these people had died: 1743, 1820, 1789, 1650, etc, etc.

Your eyebrows raised and mouth parted to breath, surprise etched in your features. You didn’t live in the north, where the pilgrims settled and died as early as the 1600s, and you didn’t know of anywhere around that could remotely match these dates of death. It was astounding to you that there had been people living here during that time- and then your shock turned to wonderment. The headstones all had one thing in common, aside from the material they were made of; none of the dates had passed the mid-1900s. Where were you? And what kind of town looks like this, with old buildings and outdated graveyards?

Shaking off the oddness of the situation, you left the line of tombs, only glancing back a couple times to make sure that you’d seen the dates correctly. You trudged on until the blackened iron fence that enclosed the rest of the graveyard came into view, the gate pointed and an unmistakable jack-o-lantern etched into it’s bars. It was propped open, it’s bottom hinge broken and the butt of the gate sunk into the dirt. From the path, you could see stones, and eventually a cobble route that was indistinguishable from the stone archway and wall that closed in the uncanny town in all its glory.

The alleyways were mostly empty, save for an occasional statue you mistook as a person. There was no litter among the lines of houses; just empty trash cans, rusting bars on windows, and locked doors to accompany the already peculiar feeling of the place. In the distance, the crashing waves of the somehow-running fountain gave some life to the town center. This, of course, was one of your only indications that there were people here at all; why would the fountain be running if there wasn’t anyone to manage it? Everything was clean, too- so this place must be a town of hermits, with outdated traditions and their own ancestors in their graves.

You sighed, and noticed the sun still creeping over the horizon. It hadn’t taken you long at all to get here, and usually that would be a good thing, but now that you were perched on the fountain’s edge looking at the vastly differing houses around you, you weren’t so sure that this place would be of any help. If anything, you were scared. You very plainly not even a full-fledged adult yet, but here you were, in the middle of God knows where looking for your little brother where he didn’t seem to be.

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you instinctively sniffed to get rid of the stinging sensation. You were here for your brother, and no one else. That meant that, despite the scary situation, you would go door to door and ask for help if you had to. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

All the houses here were menacing in their own way, so, as you did when you chose a direction to walk in, you just turned toward a house and decided to walk toward it. You breathed in and made your way to this particular house’s stairs, stepping up one to plant three loud knocks on the front of a surprisingly sturdy wooden door.

You stared at the outside of the building. The windows didn’t have bars, like the others; instead, there were rotting boards covering the openings. The more that you looked at the exterior, the more you realized that there would be no way for any semblance of light to creep in, which made you raise an eyebrow in question. A moment more passed, and you knocked again, growing impatient with this empty village. Right as your knuckles brushed against the door for the third time, it swung open, revealing the dark interior and a tall, thin man clad in black standing before you.

“Yes?”

His voice was high, but it fell and rose as though it were a teen greeting her friend in a sing-songy way. You gave him a once-over, realizing that not only was this man inhabiting a house that could be compared to an abandoned lot, but he was also dressed as a vampire… in the middle of November.

“Uh, I was looking for my brother. Have you seen him?”

He had to squint to see you against the light of the outside, but even so you could tell he was looking you up and down. Though you had no idea what was going through his mind, you could tell that he was probably just as confused as you.

When he didn’t reply, you decided to elaborate; “We were playing in the forest, and he got lost. I don’t know if he ended up here, but could I at least use your phone? To tell my dad I’m safe. Mine’s dead, I can’t reach him.” You stopped yourself before you continued to ramble on, biting your tongue and hoping he could help you.

He didn’t say anything at first, and you thought that he might not respond at all. You opened your mouth to speak once more and the door closed in your face. You had no time to be shocked before it opened once more, creaking on its ancient hinges. He stepped back and gestured behind him, his cape draped over his arm as if he were Count Dracula.

You bowed your head and thanked him as you stepped into the very dimly lit room, the only source of light coming from an old lamp that sat in the corner of the room, which seemed to be nearly burnt out. You glanced about and saw that it wasn’t just this man’s costume that was vampire themed…

His décor was littered with Victorian era styles, a large coffin in the corner next to the lamp, slightly larger than the lopsided grandfather clock that sat next to it. It didn’t seem to be running, but you wouldn’t be able to tell even if it was. Wary, you seated yourself on the edge of the couch, hands folded in your lap as you watched the vampire-enthusiast close the door gently and look at you. Your eyes took a moment or so to adjust, but once they did, you realized that the interior of this place was nearly as dreary as the rest of the town.

“So, what did you want again, dear?”

You cleared your throat, nervousness coursing through you. “To use your phone, if that’s alright.”

He cocked a brow and glanced to the side, thinking before he responded in a hushed tone; “Let me see if I have one to use… just give me a moment.”

He was gone, around the corner and down what you thought was a hallway- it was too dark to really see anything, but you figured since he lived in this house, he had memorized its layout perfectly. You sighed, twiddling your thumbs as you waited, still thinking about the man’s obsession with the popularized blood-sucking creature.

He returned, floating across his carpeted floor with no phone in hand. Trailing behind him were two shorter figures, both dressed the same as he was with long black capes and an equally dark robe. You couldn’t tell if they were related, or just friends, but they all seemed to have one thing in common; the idolization of the vampire. This, of course, worried you some. What if they were to try and suck your blood? Or maybe they were some sort of killer posse? If that were the case, though, then surely this town wouldn’t be as empty as it was. Surely, you thought, they’d already have done something to me by now.

The tallest one- the one which had answered the door for you- informed you that these were, indeed, his brothers. They were both shorter than he, albeit heavier and wider. You smiled half-heartedly as a greeting and looked back to the original.

“So, did you find a phone?”

“A phone? What’s that, Prince?” One of the brothers drawled, his voice as old and scratchy as the other’s.

“Well, no, I didn’t. But I know someone who can.” He elected to ignore the previous question and instead followed it up with a request from the other two; “Go get Jack. He’ll know what to do.”

With a curt nod, the brothers practically floated out of the front door, arms over their heads as a classic vampire would most likely do to shield themselves from the sunlight. The tallest stayed- Prince, he had been called. He didn’t sit down, as you were, nor did he really move from his standing place.. The silence in the room settled, thick and heavy, until you were so fed up with it that you decided you had to speak to preserve your own sanity.

“Uh, I like this room. It looks very nice- it’s really unique.” You smiled a thin-lipped smile and looked to him, gauging his reaction. He had already been staring at you- you chalked it up to him having not had guests in a long while. He nodded, not smiling when he responded; “I like it too.”

You didn’t like the tension, nor did you enjoy just sitting around, however you needed a phone. Or at the very least, someone more capable of getting you one than Prince. Summoning all your patience, you waited.

You were lucky that you didn’t have to wait very much longer. You’d been bouncing your leg and fiddling with the dead skin on your fingers the entire time, and you didn’t want to seem too nervous or scared. You had a feeling that it might’ve been rolling off you in waves, so you tried your best to stifle the urges.

Your ears perked up after a minute or so more, alerted to a crunching sound outside of the door. Both you and Prince looked at it before it was pushed open by the shortest brother, who bumbled inside ungracefully, followed by his other similarly dressed family member. You looked passed him, expecting another vampire, or maybe even a normal human person, but what stood in the archway was so much more than what you were expecting.

It was a skeleton.

#anauthore #tnbc #the nightmare before christmas #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction on tumblr #tnbc fanfiction #the nightmare before christmas fanfiction #chapter 2 #escape from halloweentown #lost in halloweentown

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votederpycausemufins · 3 years

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This one’s short but it exists at the very least. Just had a busy few days and I’m exhausted but also wanted to write. So now we have this

scattered au by @hermitcraftheadcanons and pinging @helleborusangel as always because I can :3

“Alright! That’s going to complete contraption number one! Whack a Melon!” Zedaph said after writing the name on a sign. The sheep hybrid had set up a bit of a base in a clearing of the jungle he had spawned in. When he couldn’t contact anyone, his immediate thought was he could probably rig something up with redstone to send messages.

With that idea in mind, Zed dug down to get the redstone he needed. He also got some diamonds followed by obsidian so he could get into the nether for quartz. As he was finishing that up, he ran out of melons in his inventory, so he had to farm more. With that, he started thinking about a way to make a farm, and so when he finally got some quartz, instead of working on something for communication, he just made the melon contraption.

“Now… what was I doing again?” Zedaph asked himself, taking some of the melons that came out from the contraption courtesy of the parrot he had led in there. “Ah right! Communications! Oh but I’m all out of quartz! Guess I’ll have to go back to the nether.”

He started to go back to his nether portal, but then noticed his pickaxe’s durability was low. He could use his diamond one, but with everything going on, he had left it in a chest down where he was mining. So Zed trotted back down to his mining area and started looking through the chests. But no matter where he looked, he couldn’t find it.

Reluctantly, he just made himself another iron pickaxe, making his way back up the surface and into the nether. He would get more diamonds later. He’d have plenty of time once his contraption was done.

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Tango stared at the two pickaxes he held, one in each hand. He knows he only crafted one. He’s absolutely sure of that. He had gathered enough diamonds to make it and some armor, but he hadn’t bothered to make a second pickaxe. So where did he get it?

Tango put both of them in a chest in his small base. The entire thing was made out of stone even though he was surrounded by trees. Or at least, he had been. He had noticed it a bit after the sun suddenly appeared in the sky when he was finishing up for the night before resting. In his shock and joy at something working right, he had suddenly set some nearby wood on fire.

Thinking back, Tango couldn’t think of it happening much before, though he had spawned near a lava lake in the jungle, so his flames and fire from the lava could have gotten mixed up. Still, it was definitely worse now, but he at least had a good way to cook food whenever a stray animal came by.

He was also trying to gather two sheep or cows for breeding as he was growing wheat for bread in replacement of meat. It wasn’t the best source of food, but it was like the whole jungle had been emptied of its melons. A few oak trees were here and there for him to get apples from, but that wasn’t guaranteed.

Tango had also tried going outside the jungle for better resources, but after getting hurt, he wasn’t healing and couldn’t get far with the jungle itself letting a good number of mobs spawn. So now his only chance was to hope a zombie dropped a carrot or potato, or somehow find at least one melon seed.

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Zedaph came back through his portal, munching on more melons. They weren’t the best food, but at least he had plenty. Since he wasn’t sure what to do for food, he had just taken any melon he saw, filling his inventory with the fruit. Maybe he could go looking for something else, like chickens or sheep or something to get for food.

Pulling his tools away, Zed started exploring more of the surrounding jungle. For the most part, there were just leaves, wood and vines, but sometimes he could spot a parrot. “Hello? Any chickens out there? I’ve got some seeds and I’ve already got a parrot. Hmm, he doesn’t have a name yet though. Maybe he’s an Andy. Oh yeah! I’ve also got wheat for any cows or sheep. I’ve just-”

Zed reached into his pockets to switch the seeds out for wheat, only to find he had just a single piece left. It was pretty odd, because he knew he had at least six when he started looking. Or was it less than that? Anyway, it was at the very least more than two when he set off. Six or three, because he had thought about making bread, right?

As Zed thought more, he didn’t really notice the fact that he was eating the last piece of wheat he had, not until it was fully gone and his hand was left empty. “What? Why, I think I’ve got a wheat stealer around here! Something really likes wheat, but it’s probably some sort of animal, so maybe I just need to find it and lead it back to my base. Yeah, that should help!”

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Tango’s back in his mines when he finds a cave he hasn’t explored yet. Normally, he would just be cautious and explore, or even block it up with everything that was going on. But instead, it was all lit up. For a moment, he’s trying to think if he had just forgotten about the place, but then he also thought about his mysterious second pickaxe. This isn’t just his mine, at least, not anymore. Someone else was close enough that they claimed this place as well.

Immediately Tango was rushing back up to his base. Signs usually weren’t flammable enough for him to worry about, so crafting those could be helpful, and he definitely had wood to spare. He crafted up a few signs and then memorized his base’s coordinates before going back down. He wrote down that he had been there and the exact coordinates of his base.

Tango had no clue when the other hermit would return to mining, or if they were even working in that area anymore. As a precaution, he put more signs up with the same messages, but he still couldn’t help but worry they wouldn’t see the signs. Though right now, that was really his only hope if he didn’t want to be stuck in the jungle for who knows how long.

Etho was worried he wasn’t respawning anymore when all he saw was darkness. He didn’t know what was up or down or left or right. For all he knew, there was nothing. And then a comm smacked into his face.

It wasn’t his comm, he could still feel it in his pocket. He turned it on long enough to see it belonged to Bdubs. But the owner was nowhere in sight. Etho started to look around for him, but all around was just inky darkness. And then it was pain.

He had reached the part of the void that you couldn’t live in, that tore you apart. No matter how strong you were, the void could kill you, and it was killing Etho.

If it weren’t for the lack of messages of Bdubs dying, Etho would think he were stuck here. But why was his comm here if he wasn’t? As his vision was going dark, Etho had the answer. The void could kill anything, but apparently it wasn’t killing Bdubs. Who knew how far down he was at this point.

On his last hearts, Etho threw the comm down as fast as he could, hoping just maybe that extra speed would help it get to its owner. It was probably already at terminal velocity, but maybe it would work.

And then Etho died again, the void stealing the last of his health: and when he next woke up, he was in a desert, all alone. It was still early in the day at that point, but already the light sand was reflecting the heat back at him. He couldn’t even see any dead bushes for sticks, just cactus. Also lots of sand, the biome large enough that there was only desert around him as far as he could see.

Pulling out his comm, Etho was still grateful for the coordinates they gave. He was pretty far from spawn, but the desert, while hot, was mostly smooth terrain. He could go straight towards spawn with little trouble and hopefully get out of the desert before long. So, with little else to do, he startled walking.

Eventually Etho finally saw some sort of life other than cactus. Well, previous life, as it was some dead bushes which he broke for sticks. Still, it was better than nothing. But that begged the question of why there weren’t any to begin with. That likely would only happen if someone broke them.

Then Etho realized something. He died and suddenly appeared at Ren’s side. Killed and he was in the void finding Bdub’s comm. torn apart by the void, and now he was in a desert someone obviously had been. He wasn’t showing up in completely random places, he was showing up near the other hermits.

Etho stopped walking and immediately started digging at the sand with his hands. He was upset that the sticks were going to be lost when someone else probably needed them, but right now dying was actually more important. He used the sand to build up high below his feet, getting into the air, and then he jumped down, the amount of damage killing him.

As he had been falling, he made mental notes. Ren at a ravine, Bdubs in the void, someone in the desert, and now-

Etho opened his eyes and was met with Impulse’s face. He tried to breath in from shock from nearly being nose to nose with him, but instead of air, his lungs were filled with water. Etho knew he was already running out of time, so he quickly grabbed Impulse’s shoulders and shook him.

Impulse seemed to wake up a little, opening his eyes. It made Etho panic for a second as his normally brown eyes were red, and the ninja was reminded of Ren, but he wasn’t attacked. Instead, Impulse touched him, as if to make sure he was real.

As Etho’s lungs burned more, Impulse died first to drowning, which normally he wouldn’t like, but that meant neither of them were cursed. He started punching at a block, putting all his strength into it. Impulse hesitated for a moment, then joined Etho in his task.

Etho kept punching at the block until he finally died, but he did what he needed to. The cracks were large enough and Impulse still had enough time that even after Etho had died, Impulse was able to finish breaking the block. It didn’t open up to an exit, but Impulse stared at the sliver of air at the top of the space. Etho wasn’t back, but that didn’t matter. As Impulse died again, he started at the next block. That missing block might still be filled with water, but it was also hope.

#hermitcraft #scattered au #zedaph #tangotek #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #impulsesv

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i-cant-handle-change · 3 years

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Hmm, new Aus rot my brain so-

Also, I have 80 followers, so thank you all so much for the support!

Manga spoilers below btw!!!

When Inko first ran away with Izuku she had thought she would overcome the whole ordeal with the police to take her husband down.

She had expected he dealt with shady businesses, selling or buying drugs, and that his little brother knew too much and locked him away so that he wouldn't tell the police. Let her fantasy run a little longer and she would be just fine being a single mother working her way to the top to raise her sweet baby Izuku.

But reality is cold and unforgiving, and once her brother-in-law explained in detail what her husband is she nearly lost it.

It was so hard for Izuku to understand why they were hiding by that time, he was more worried about his friends and the schoolwork he left behind. He was six (despite his height), he shouldn't have to worry about anything that he was being forced to go through. Any conversation made by then was careful and filled with excuses, but over time Izuku had knew the truth.

He and his mother were passed down from one person to the next, of course, being as hesitant as they were until they had gotten the news of the death of the First. The Second had taken care of them, the devastation regained over First’s death, but he showed no tears but had a deepening scowl on his face.

The Third was next, he had saved them at the last minute, he was fast and quick to move them away from All for One’s gaze. He was just as devastated by Second’s death, a few tears had left, but he refused to show weakness in front of the people he swore to protect.

Hikage Shinomori was next to take care of the two, being the hermit he was, he had a strange way to communicate with the two. Not that Inko and Izuku minded, he was a sweet man, and living in the woods was the calm setting they needed in their stressed-filled lives. When One for All started to take effect on Shinomori, that was when both Inko and Izuku had settled to help him in any way they could before his death.

Even if he didn't die by her husband’s hands, Inko couldn't bear to forget the day she held the cold hand of the hermit she dubbed was her and her son’s hero.

Daigoro Banjo was next and from day one since they met, he did show himself to be quite the character. He was loud, outgoing, and a booming personality compared to Shinomori who was the complete opposite. Inko did always wonder how the two met, let alone become friends, but Banjo seemed to be the only one to make Shinomori laugh every once in a while.

He was a pro-hero, that was enough for Izuku to be interested and the two had such a close connection. Among the last users, Banjo was like a father figure for Izuku, albeit a wild one that sometimes followed the rules but was a good one nonetheless.

The sixth had been next in line, after the death of Banjo, his master, he was next to protect both Inko and Izuku.

He was just as surprised as Izuku to be told by Inko that she wanted to live on her own with Izuku. They’ve been on the run long enough, and she's tired of being the burden on every user before taking care of people they barely knew. She can live on her own with Izuku without the help of the One for All users, and even when she knew the dangers of that happening she made her decision clear.

So after a few weeks of planning, both Inko and Izuku said their goodbyes to the Sixth and made their way in the subway. After that, the Sixth did not know where the two had gone next, he swore to respect their privacy and their decisions and thus he told them to Nana when she was told of One for All.

Nana Shimura, the seventh holder of One for All, swore when she finds Inko and Izuku Midoriya to protect them with her life.

Guarantee, she had never met them face to face, but she swore when they needed her help she’ll help them any way she could. Torino, although worried about the two, had respected their wishes to be left alone. He couldn't imagine what it was like to have to be in their shoes, let alone be in fear of a monster being at their trail at all times.

When Nana had died, she knew she could trust her successor to keep them safe if he ever came across them in his life.

Yagi Toshinori, on the day he was told the truth about Inko and Izuku Midoriya, swore on that day that he will become their Symbol of Peace. For nearly forty years the blond presented himself as the Symbol of Peace for the people he swore to protect in hope that one day a kind woman and her child will come up to him for help.

When he had faced All for One, all the frustration he felt towards the devil himself were made clear and he didn't hesitate to spill blood for it. When he laid over the corpse of his nemesis, nearly a chunk of his body missing, he convinced himself that he finally ended All for One’s reign over the people he haunted for so long.

But even in the hospital, he pulled himself off to continue to be a hero despite Nighteye’s demands for him to retire. He called him a fool to continue but Yagi wouldn't hear it, there were still two people that needed his help and he wasn't going to let any injury make him stop from saving them.

Inko was still in the process of hiding with her son, she considered herself doing the right thing. After so many decades of hiding and running away she figured that living a quiet life in Musutafu would be enough for the time being. She honestly didn't know where else to go, she's had many days where she’s considered something else to stop the pain.

But one look at her son and she would think otherwise, she never did stop trying to get someone to help them. Even if Izuku did had his father’s quirk she told him that he couldn't bear the quirk that was the cause of their pain. To give both of their quirks to someone else would be selfish and cruel, no one needed to face their troubles as they have.

There had to be another way, there just has to.

That didn't mean they didn't try, they did, but Izuku couldn't take the quirk out of his mother. He explained it himself, it was like something else was attracted to that quirk, it was like superglue, you couldn't take it off no matter how hard you pulled.

All for One knew what he was doing, he made it clear that no one would be able to take away the quirk other than himself. It was smart but also cruel, even when Inko told her son that it wasn't his fault Izuku still felt like he could have done more with his quirk to help his mother.

If he didn't feel useless like all those decades before he sure did now.

When they had met Toshi, he was still in his skinny form, none of them had known each other’s true identities so they settled with the ones they kept to hide. But Yagi connected the dots and once he held enough evidence he confronted the two. Of course, he had apologized for getting into their private life, more or less become a stalker to seek out if his theory was true.

But he swore on the promise he made to them long ago that he would protect them if they ever so needed it. But he made one thing clear, he had killed All for One and he had the injury as well as many people to confirm his claim. But it was enough for Inko to believe him, Izuku as well and for the first time in their lives they cried tears of joy

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Story of the Seasons (Fall)

iressent submitted the following post (my response below):

One day, as they settled down to an outdoor feast on a balmy evening, the wizard felt a sudden chill. He noticed a delicate young woman standing under an apple tree. He watched with bemusement as Winter, Spring, and Summer ran toward her, joining hands and dancing around the tree. Her features were similar to those of her sisters, but she was wearing orange.

The wizard stayed by the table until the women beckoned him to join them. Before he could ask, the new arrival introduced herself.

"My name is Fall. I am resting on a long journey. Who are you?“

"Me?” the wizard asked. “I am but an old hermit-”

"Hermits do not invite people into their home or share their food,“ Fall pointed out. “Hermits don’t celebrate all summer long.”

"That is a fair point. However, I have lived in these woods alone for a long time, with no one to love and nothing to my name. Your sisters have brought me new life.“

Fall opened her arms wide. "But sir, do you not see? You have so much already.”

As the four maidens and the wizard enjoyed a meal together, he realized that Fall was right.

So, I’m going to stop the story there. I know I didn’t write down the whole story this time, but I got the Fall part down since it relates to Cinder. So, I’m gonna say my piece.

but she was wearing orange

Cinder’s consistent color so far in all her outfits is orange/gold/red, so I’m hoping that’s her true colors in her “herself” outfit, when she’s redeemed if you understand. It has her own colors, one of which is also the Fall Maiden’s color.

Before he could ask, the new arrival introduced herself.

Kinda like how she introduced herself at the Fall of Beacon where Amber was.

“Me?” the wizard asked. “I am but an old hermit-”

Obviously, this is referencing Ozma being a wizard but pretending to be someone else, such as a headmaster of Beacon or a guy with a really refined mustache in another reincarnation lol

Fall opened her arms wide. “But sir, do you not see? You have so much already.”

Now, this is something Cinder will learn eventually. When, is a completely different matter. It would work during any time, the beginning, middle, or end of her redemption arc. It could either pop off her redemption arc, or her getting mentally better during her redemption arc, or solidifying her redemption with this realization.

In Ozpin’s final notes of the morals of the Story of the Seasons, he said for Fall,

And finally, be thankful for what you have and show your gratitude.

I’m going to say a little on the second part, “and show your gratitude” basically confirms that Cinder’ll be showing her gratitude by helping them.

That’s about it for the Fall Maiden in the Story of the Seasons. What are your thoughts on it?

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Oh yeah, I have a LOT of thoughts on it. Thank you for sending me an ask/submission about it!!

I agree with everything you’ve written, especially the structure of greeting and the dismissal of being ‘just an old hermit’. There is one point you picked up on I’d like to expand a little, which is Cinder’s ‘true colour’. It kind of goes without saying colour is a big deal in RWBY cuz like, the colour of your soul, alchemical stages, all of that. Cinder’s Aura is orange and obviously the Fall Maiden is too in this story, but I think her secondary colour is blue (and possibly purple) for the following reasons: it’s complementary to orange, as well as yellow (depending on the model you use); it’s on her pin, which has migrated closer and closer to her heart (the significance of it yet is unclear, though chronologically she got it sometime between fifteen and when we first see her in V1); and, um, you’ll closely notice this tinfoilling relies upon Jaune’s similarly bizarre colour scheme (I guess he does have that rainbow thing goes on with his emblem, and his flower imagery is the crocus, which is from the Iris family, Iris means rainbow in Greek and was also the personified goddess of the rainbow) which is like blue but also orange but also YELLOW and then white and gold and also tin at one point and black, just like Cinder is red orange yellow gold black maybe blue purple? and then also as a girl she was black red yellow white, which is all of team RWBY’s colours and the alchemical stages the show follows. So like. Go figure. Cinder’s colours make sense to me in relation to Jaune, but putting aside Knightfall, I would still write up orange and blue. Also, orange and blue is a type of shorthand for a morality beyond black and white, with complex sides to each issue.

I should honestly just separately write an expanded post on this, but like, yes I think this story makes it clear Cinder’s colour is orange which she’s fastidiously denied, and that’s a major part of her character. I think when she embraces being the Fall Maiden as guardian it will be clear what her colour is, anyway.

Also I’m just gonna quote Lyndy Abraham’s Dictionary of Alchemy:

so yeah in my elementary understanding of alchemy, Cinder is a big deal. and also, Jaune’s control of the mercurial waters of Aura (see that Aura & water post I wrote lol) and fire.. hmm! I’m not sure if this helps us with the colour problem, I think it explains her all black outfit in V6-8 though - this isn’t actually her having completely spurned redemption (like some people say) but her most challenging and important hour (which is why Emerald finally left her and Salem, and though Mercury has 'committed himself’ more, he’s with Tyrian, the stand-in abusive parental figure).

I also think it’s interesting that Salem is in 'control’ of the fire which will help perfect the world, who is also the carrier of the generational wound (Salem/Ozma) and one who also helped inflict subsequent wounds.

On the note of redemption arc: well, I know redemption arc is accepted nomenclature, and so I go with that, but I think a redemption arc is a type of character metamorphosis, and for her to basically give up hunting the Maidens (for Salem or for herself) I think she does have to come to this realisation. I also think Cinder is probably going to be the character that pulls the 'fully realised Maiden’ moment like we saw a little bit of with Fria, and it will be totally epic and I’ll drop trou immediately. So yeah. I think it all kind of goes hand in hand (and also similarly to Ruby, what’s really stopping Cinder is spiritual growth as opposed to victory in strength (LOL, how about that SALEM).

But I can’t say what the show is going to do or how long it’ll take them to get there. I think there are certain things which need to happen (Mercury saved, for instance) in a certain order, but your guess is as good as mine for when they save Cinder in earnest beginning to work with the rest of them. Since Fall is the last Maiden to arrive, I think it will be late in the game, but we’re already seeing the parts put in place for Cinder’s turncoat. And honestly, I have a feeling a lot of redemption arc 'tropes’ are going to be played with her and she’s probably going to spurn it a few times.

RWBY hasn’t played out so many types of 'redemption arcs’ already to not save their all for Cinder (their villain protagonist), which may, presumably, set up some type of compassionate confrontation with Salem.

That’s why I can see Raven coming through soon to help, because I think hers will come before Cinder’s (and Raven has kind of 'mothered’ Cinder before, I think her example will in part structurally inspire Cinder’s).

That also fits the Maiden cycle, and also, Spring’s lesson also fits Raven, which misstrashchan has already written about. So, there is absolutely good reason to speculate this way.

Also, on the gratitude point: I think that will be a choice Cinder does entirely of her own volition,

Thanks again for your post!! So much fun to reply to.

#cinder fall #cindemption #I'm sorry if that tag is annoying but we're stuck with it #aka me. I'm stuck with it. I made it.

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BnHA Chapter 280: I Am Red Riot

Previously on BnHA: The pro heroes over at Gunga Mountain struggled against Gigantomachia and the League until finally Midnight was all, “fuck it, let’s just put the kids in charge.” Momo immediately got to work organizing a sophisticated counteroffensive involving an exploding swamp, a bunch of sedative cans, and a massive coordinated team attack. I gotta tell you guys, it’s really something to watch a large-scale group attack in which all of the team members are actually competent. I don’t know what Japan put in the water when all these sixteen-year-olds were growing up, but that shit has paid off big time, and basically the only reason Machia hasn’t gone down yet is because he cheated and was all “sneeze” and the kids all got blown away because they are little and because he is really, really big. Anyway so then Dabi set the forest on fire because he loves doing that, and the chapter ended with Mina using her Acid Man attack to make herself FUCKIN’ FIREPROOF so she could charge through the woods ready to save the day and stuff!

Today on BnHA: Mina launches herself straight at Machia like the beautiful corrosive wild child she is, but then everything goes to shit when she recognizes him from that one time she almost got murdered while giving a strange man directions. Just when it’s looking like she might get killed for real this time, KIRISHIMA SHOWS UP TO SAVE THE DAY AND SHOVES HER TO SAFETY AND IS ALL “BOTTOMS UP” AND HEAVES A LITERAL CAN OF WHOOPASS RIGHT IN MACHIA’S MOUTH. At this point the grown-ups are all “oh wow look at that, time for us to take over for you kids now, don’t worry we’ve got it all under control” because Oh Those Wacky Pros and all that, but at least Majestic finally deigns to show his face so that’s a plus! The chapter ends with us cutting back to the Jakku battle, where Tomura is curled up in a little ball all “curse you heroes, how dare you [checks notes] save people all the time”, which is a real take and a half. Anyway so things are looking up, which can only mean everyone is about to die. That’s how it works, right. Shit.

HOLY SHIT LOL

THIS IS MINA. SHE’S REALLY COOL AND SHE CAN MELT PEOPLE. um, the hell kind of tagline is that?? holy fucking shit?? “melt and succumb”?? IS THE SUCCUMB PART REALLY NECESSARY. IS THAT NOT ALREADY IMPLIED. it’s like saying “die and then perish”, which actually sounds really badass and I’m about to make it my new go-to threat actually so you know what never mind. where the fuck were we anyway

“IS EVERYONE SAFE” some absurdly bad-at-gauging-situations kid from class B is yelling while the forest is on fire and all the kids are recovering from having been catapulted fifty miles by King Dodongo’s windy yeet breath. of course they are safe, sweet child. of course everyone is absolutely fine, why the fuck would they possibly not be safe after something like that

KAMINARI NOOO MY POOR SWEET BABY

AT LEAST HE’S STILL CONSCIOUS ENOUGH TO MAKE STUPID JOKES. holy shit this baby got concussed to hell and back and then Machia turned him and the others into precipitation and he wasn’t in any kind of state to even try to land safely, I hope to god someone caught him

Sero is all “is there anyone still in range!” and damn, I like that he’s taking charge and trying to regain their momentum. he is so criminally underrated. I feel like he’s in the top six or seven of class 1-A kids who I would most trust to take charge. which is very high praise because that class has a lot of charge-taking kids

SPEAKING OF

it “probably” can’t get through her acid, she says. my god. sometimes the spirit of Plus Ultra just takes ahold of these kids and it’s like, I want to ruffle their hair proudly and then grab them by the shoulders and shake them vigorously because WHERE EVEN IS YOUR SELF-PRESERVATION WHY DO NONE OF YOU HAVE IT GODDAMMIT AIZAWA REALLY SHOULD HAVE EXPELLED YOU GUYS AFTER ALL

man. and yet I really do love this “be the one who can do it” stuff. what a heroic fucking attitude dfjfklks. I’ll just go put on my humongous sandwich board that reads GIANT FUCKING HYPOCRITE and go stand in the corner

damn it this week’s scan is annoyingly dark, it’s really hard to tell what’s going on but it looks like the pros are attacking Machia and the League at long last. way to go guys it only took you seven years but you finally hopped to it

MINA WHY IS THE ACID COMING OFF OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. PUT IT BACK!!!

I KNOW SHE’S NOT GONNA DIE DAMMIT BUT AHHHHH AHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH

okay what the hell is up with these weird zen proverbs though

“your fear stricken heart”, “the shortest path”, what the fuck even is this. whose thoughts are these. normally these translations are honestly decent enough but I gotta say this time around I’m totally being thrown for a loop lmao

(ETA: FYI I’m only just now realizing that he was saying the shortest path to Master, as in Tomura, not “master” as in to master something fjkldjskf lol some delayed reading comprehension there. so basically he’s just bitching about how annoying these little “flies” are proving to be.)

JESUS CHRIST

okay is it just me, or is Gigantomachia suddenly showing intelligence in his eyes instead of mindless animal instinct the single most pants-shitting thing you’ve ever seen?!! holy shit. the way he just LOOKS at her out of nowhere all of a sudden?? holy fucking shit DO NOT HURT MT. LADY OH MY GOD I’M FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. AND DON’T YOU DARE HURT MINA EITHER!! JUST FUCKING DIE AND PERISH

but also though, is that recognition in Mina’s eyes?? because even though this dude is 80 feet tall now, her encounter with him a couple years back had to have been one of the more memorable experiences of her young life. damn I was wondering when this would finally come into play

OKAY YES THE NEXT PAGE IS A FLASHBACK OH SHIT

this has nothing to do with anything but Mina just has the prettiest hair, btw, and this “just woke up covered in acid” look is a particularly good one on her. it looks so soft and fluffy, like damn. this is like Shouto-hair-billowing-in-the-wind levels of pretty here

NOOOOO

oh my god holy shit?! putting her back in the school uniform to show the slip in her mentality is a PUNK MOVE, HORIKOSHI, and I respect the shit out of you for it you manipulative bastard. goddammit. bracing myself for the incoming wave of Mina feels... here they come... they’re a lot... let’s see if I can latch on to anything I can actually figure out how to describe in words

okay well here’s one, my respect for Mina’s bravery just went up like a thousand percent in this instant, because now we know this was actually such a traumatizing event for her that hearing Machia’s voice again years later immediately sent her into a full-blown flashback. she was that scared and yet she still stood up to him and didn’t hesitate. and now I’m remembering how her knees just buckled right afterwards, and just...

and this visual, though!! what a brutally effective way to show that in her mind she went right back to being that scared middle schooler again for a moment. god fucking damn. holy shit you guys is Kirishima fireproof because if he comes waltzing out of the woods next I don’t even know what I’m gonna do. lolo kids getting traumatized left and right this arc is fucking merciless

um eXCUSE ME!?!?!

YOU MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT LET GO OF HER RIGHT NOW OR I AM GONNA LOSE IT!!

THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!

holy shit he could have fucking snapped her neck like that??! I don’t like this at ALL WHAT THE FUCK

OKAY SERIOUSLY

I’M GONNA NEED ANOTHER KID TO STEP IN HERE WITH A LAST MINUTE SAVE LIKE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW, OR I AM GOING TO THROW MY COMPUTER OFF A FUCKING CLIFF AND MOVE TO THE DESERT AND BECOME A HERMIT AND NEVER READ MANGA ON THE INTERNET AGAIN

OH THANK GOD

TODAY WE SPELL “REDEMPTION” K-I-R-I... ETC. THERE’S A LOT OF LETTERS BUT YOU GET THE DRIFT!!!

holy fucking shit y’all. I mean, it’s not like it came out of nowhere, like the setup could not have been more obvious, but let me assure you that none of the predictability lessened the actual impact of this moment in the SLIGHTEST. Horikoshi really wrote a flashback scene one hundred and thirty five chapters ago and planted it, watered it once a day, and patiently waited for THREE LONG YEARS until he could finally harvest the badass fruits of his labor in the midst of his most epic arc to date. I’m so fucking hyped I’ll even forgive him for sacrificing Mina’s big moment and having her get rescued, because it’s such a good reversal. he didn’t freeze up this time. he promised himself he’d never freeze again and he didn’t and he saved her and god fucking damn. anyways so now Machia is going to treat him like a fucking action figure though but he’s a solid little dude he can take it hopefully

NO WHAT IS THIS!!! STOP KILLING MY MOOD!!!

she better not be dead!! SHE BETTER NOT FUCKING BE DEAD I WILL RUN MY PC THROUGH A PAPER SHREDDER AND GO AND LIVE ALONE WITH MY FEELS ON A MOUNTAIN IN TIBET

CHINTETSU!!

well we know he’s fireproof. another callback at the least expected of times lmao

so Tetsu’s all “yeah Kirishima’s not really all that fireproof but he totally ran over here anyway to save you. oh wait that probably wasn’t very comforting of me to say.” maybe that’s why it seems like he might not have actually said it out loud, now that I’m reading this over again. good call Tetsu

ARE YOU STANDING UP AND CASUALLY STRETCHING OUT YOUR BACK

I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE HOW MUCH I HATE THIS GUY RIGHT NOW. WE’RE REACHING LEVELS OF HATRED RESERVED FOR NAZIS AND PEOPLE WHO WALK TOO SLOWLY IN FRONT OF ME IN A GROUP SHOULDER TO SHOULDER INSTEAD OF SINGLE FILE SO I CAN PASS IN FRONT OF THEM. YOU’RE A FUCKING TOURIST IN NYC YOU PIECE OF SHIT

lmao he’s just dropping this random hero person and letting him fall to his doom wheeeeee

remind me to leave all of the League of Villains’ texts on read for the foreseeable future. goddamn. I still love you guys but also, fuck you so damn hard

OHO A LIL RED SCALY BOI ISN’T DONE YET!!

real talk, just between you and me, I’ll lower my voice so that Kirishima can’t hear. so uh. we all agree that even if Kiri is fireproof and squishproof, that little can of tranquilizer juice technically shouldn’t have been, right? but we’re all going to hush and pretend like it was anyway for the sake of not spoiling his big moment. even though I am crossing my arms and tapping my chin with my finger while doubtfully glancing to the side

anyway here he goes!

YEAH KIRI GO GETTIM [stage whisper] there it is, in his pocket. should’ve burned. we won’t discuss it

OH FOR FUCK’S

TOGA YOU LITTLE WIENER BUT WHAT’S THIS ABOUT “MY HALF” NOW????

DID HE GRAB MINA’S MID-AIR?? IS HE REALLY REACHING INTO HIS BACK POCKET AND FUCKING UNZIPPING IT RIGHT NOW WHILE HOLDING ON TO NOTHING AND PRESUMABLY FALLING THROUGH THE AIR. DID A LITTLE BIT OF OCHAKO’S QUIRK RUB OFF ON YOU OR WHAT

OH SNAP SON HE REALLY DID THE THING HOLY SHIT???

AND TOKAGE FLEW OVER AND SAVED HIM AND NOW TANKS ARE SHOOTING AT MACHIA, LMAO WHAT IS THIS. MOMO HOW MANY GUNS DID YOU MAKE

Shouji standing there trying to be useful any way he can. are eyeballs really that much more effective if you make them the size of tennis balls and hold them up above your head. legit question, I don’t really know how eyes work

okay after 45 seconds of googling this my impression is that no, they are not. well good on you for giving it the old college try anyway though Shouji

oH MY GODLKDLK?!?!

DID SHE SAY WHAT I THOUGHT SHE SAID, DID SHE SAY MAJESTIC, ARE WE GONNA SEE MASJKESLTKCI DSFLKJL

oh my god he really is the Magic Man dude??? TIME TO DUST OFF MY INVENTORY OF ADVENTURE TIME QUOTES

(ETA: AHH FATGUM AND GANG ORCA ARE THERE TOO YESSSS!)

“that’s enough depending on some interns” oh, okay. now that they’ve done all your work for you. I see, I see

so now Gigantomachia is LITERALLY UNHINGING HIS JAW I can’t fucking believe this dude you guys. everything he does is just like, ARE YOU SERIOUS

please go to sleep already. thanks to you I have my keyboard set to capslock as the default for the duration of this chapter

ARE YOU SERIOUS YOU FUCKING WAITED UNTIL MAGIC FUCKING MAN SHOWED UP TO TEACH US MAGICAL LIFE LESSONS AND NOW YOU’RE CUTTING BACK TO THE TOMURA FIGHT?? WHY DO WE KEEP LETTING THIS MAN GET AWAY WITH THIS

oh my god you guys they really fucking did it

I guess that Howitzer slash fire punch combo really was that potent huh

anyway so now Endeavor is standing there making a big speech instead of reaching into Tomura’s pocket and taking the bullets that he doesn’t know about and shooting him with one asap. dammit Endeavor

aaaaand Tomura is firing back with the wisdom of Shimura Fucking Kotaro of all people

well you sure convinced me. damn I don’t know what I was thinking. heroes suck you guys. how dare they help other people all the time

so now he’s all “PERIOD, EXCLAMATION POINT!!”

take that Endeavor. you heard the man. it’s not destruction without conviction, as god as his witness he will have you know it is destruction WITH conviction. something something the great sage Shimura “I hurt my family for absolutely no reason at all, fuck this ‘helping others’ bullshit” Kotaro. I hope you packed your textbooks because you just got SCHOOLED. I hope the person who ordered you signed up for delivery notifications because you just got SENT. I HOPE YOU LIKE CAPITALISM BECAUSE YOU JUST GOT OWNED. I HOPE YOU CHOSE PAPER AND NOT SCISSORS BECAUSE YOU JUST GOT ROCKED

what an absolutely, unreservedly bizarre place to end the chapter lol. we’re really just done with this week, just like that. Majestic showed up and Gigantomachia opened his chin like a garage door and Tomura is all “you may have won the battle but you suck” while he buys time for Aizawa to suddenly sneeze or something so he can make his terrible comeback and continue Horikoshi’s Traumatize Every Kid in Class 1-A 2020 campaign. what an arc this is my friends. what an arc

#bnha 280 #ashido mina #kirishima eijirou #gigantomachia #shigaraki tomura #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #I didn't even notice the extra page on readheroaca until I was getting ready to click 'post' lol #something about ochako mistaking a real orca for their friendly teacher #resulting in a hilarious case of mistaken identity #I have no idea what this page is about or what it is doing there #but at this point 'because 2020' seems like a reasonable explanation for just about anything tbh

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A lil group portrait of the time au adventuring gang!! Them <333

Basically tol fucked up as a kid and is now on the run from the law, but realized that since his life was so crazy he could live off of telling stories of his wacky adventures. When he met Jay he wanted him to come with him, and when he found out jay couldn't come cus he was virtually a demon/god/magic magnet he decided he NEEDED to bring him to capitalize on how it'd make more cool stories. And yeah it worked so since then he's been collecting wackos to aaa go crazy aaaa go stupid (and also bcus safety I numbers or whateva, pop and pip are also criminals and pastel and jay are crimes against god <3) more about each individual under the cut!

Doin them from left to right :)

Pastel: died when she was messing around with some friends and got stuck under a big rock and left to starve. But because of a fluke in the underworld her God decided to resurrect her, a right usually only belonging to saints. Because of this she's now poorly pretending that she totally did something to deserve being revived (she tells a different story every time someone asks, she thinks it's funny) to avoid being persecuted for suspected witchcraft. She met Jay when they were both drunk and they had fun fucking around in the city, and she spilled the beans to him that she was revived for no reason. She regretted it, but jay didn't kill her because even though he's religious he knew what it felt like to be magically cursed and have everyone be pissed at u for it. Also she's really funny with jay so tol begged her to come with them to add more Comedy(tm) to his memoirs

Pop: a time traveller and angel who is trying to hide both of those facts but only really succeeding at hiding the time travel thing. When they were a kid they traveled to this time with his friends Lustre and Cherrybomb, but when they were attacked by the vicious royal guard they weren't able to escape without leaving Lustre behind. Cherrybomb super repressed that memory, and while pop recovered from some minor injuries they vowed to never time travel again. Yeah they only kept that up until they were like 15, but they still couldn't bring themself to go back to when they left Lustre. But now they're 26 (well technically they're like 33 but in their time their supposed to be 26) living with their boyfriend cherrybomb and have years of time travel experience under their belt, and they're ready to go back. Except they can't go back because they created a travel block for themself by accident because of how upsetting the event was, so instead they traveled as close as they could, about 10 years in the future of the time. Now they search for any form of closure, all they need to know is what happened to their friend, and they will do whatever it takes to find this out. But angels aren't super welcome in the past, especially not with uncut wings, so it's not exactly easy for them to navigate this time period. But after a while of their search they met two lovely children (well young adults), a demon and a "cursed" (nowadays they call em spiritually gifted) and felt so bad for how much the world seemed to be against them they decided they could travel with them, just for a bit, to protect them. They tried not to get attached. They failed. They're in it for the long run now aren't they TwT also as they explore this time and learn more about the gods, they start to realize that they might... be the God of longevity???? Or at least an older version of them became them? Time travel is fucked man

Btw Lustre plays a big role in this plot, her hyper futuristic knowledge, 'blessed' white eyes, and strange God gifted clothing would all lead to him rising to a much different role than fugitive rather quickly, but they're not who this post is about ;) also I'm gonna go bottom to top for the 3 in the middle let's go

Lune: just a little guy :) lune is a young rancher/gardener who worships the God of the wood, who kind of goes missing sometimes and is lowkey the least loyal God but shhhh he loves them. Lune and tol were childhood friends (along with their pal cleo) but on one of their little excursions tol took something very important to a very powerful king, and refused to give it back. As retribution the king destroyed their entire town, and cleo put all the blame on tol, tol and lune both knew lune had to take the side against tol in order to not have the town turn on him. So yeah he moved with the town to bring up a brand new farm, long awaiting the day when tol would come home and say that things were OK and they could settle back in town together, hopefully with cleo too. That didn't happen, but tol did come back and peer pressure lune into part time adventuring with him! So yeah generally lune just runs his lil farm and prays, but when tol comes to pick him up he gets a chance to go be free to act batshit crazy, just like when he was a kid 🥰

Pipes: DEmon! One time lune and tol had a little squabble so lune was like 'im gonna get a new best friend and ur gonna regret this' and tol was like 'yeah right, u live with a bunch of criminals right now no one's gonna wanna be ur bestie dumbass' so lune just walked into a cave at night and dragged out this little nonverbal demon because demons who live alone in caves don't have high standards for friends. Even tho it was just a ploy to make tol jealous lune went super hard on it and now pipes is actually friends with the gang lmaoo

Tol: like I said with lunes, stole something important from a king as a kid, monarch got pissed, blew up the town, town got pissed at tol for it, and since then he's been on the run because he's too stubborn to give back the damn thing (they could have just attacked HIM for it, but since la queen decided to fuck with his town, his family, tol thinks he doesn't deserve to have it back.) He had to run from town to town and got into a lot of danger in his attempts at finding places to hide, but he lacks fear and tended to fight stuff off. As a kid he found that he could get enough pity to be welcomed into towns if he told people he had to fight a monster to get there, so he told stories at every town and camp he went to of his hardships. But as he got older, those he stayed with beckoned him to keep talking, and more and more people said they had heard of his adventures. And that's when when it clicked, his shining ticket to true freedom wasn't a place, it was his stories. They gave him food, shelter, fun, memories, a life. So he made it his mission to never settle down, to make his life as crazy as possible and to talk about it as much as possible, and if he ever ran out of energy to adventure, he'd spend the rest of his dying days writing and writing his entire life story. He thought this was a life he'd live alone, but one day he sought refuge in jays little lonely house because he thought it was abonded, luckily though Jay had just been praying for a second chance at life and decided that considering the timing, tol must be that second chance. So yeah jay patched him up, found out on his monthly supply route he was harboring someone very wanted, and took care of tol even harder because he didn't know or care why he was wanted, he just knew that anyone who had a drawing of them as a child on a wanted poster definitely didn't deserve it. So yeah they're besties now.

AAA I wrote out a really long description for jay but tumblr glitched and I lost it :'O ble here's a shorter rewrite cus I'm not writing out that whole thing again >:P

Jay: brought up in a church village,, he was born with the curse, which allows him to tap into magical properties very easily, and be very easily controlled, manipulated, and possessed by them. This allowed him to be very connected with his god (the god of longevity) but also meant he was often treated as a security risk and a monster by the adults of his town since he could let in evil spirits so easily. He spent most of his time praying and he became obsessed with acting on compulsions (repeated prayer, overscrubbing, scratching himself, touching religious things until he felt like he touched them "right") because he believed they were messages from God and would prevent him from becoming evil (look he was a teenager and everyone told him he was a monster his whole life leave him be.) He gets possessed twice, mage as a rep of the town is like "either have ur cursed removed or leave town forever" (uncursing is only hypothetically possible, it's hella dangerous) and he's scared itd sever his connection to his god so he leaves and he's upset bcus his entire life plan was built around his church, so now he's livin alone on a hill and leaving like once a month, he stays up there and sews and prays mostly, he sort of works on himself and becomes vaguely mentally stable, so he prays for a second chance at life since he lost his original path and needs a sign where to go, and then boom tol shows up and the rest is history. Now he has his own little family and things are going great :) other than the still getting possessed like once a week but shhhh

Pip: in between the entrance to hell and the religious central of the continent is a little town that sides with neither. They mostly fuck around and find out, and in this town lives a monster researcher and her less formal wife, pip! Pip is just a silly goofy little guy livin life, and when the crazy bunch shows up she feels like he's finally found her people :3 and for the first time the group gains a member who's begging to join them as opposed to the other way around

Ya and together they all go on wacky lil adventures with demons and monsters and monarchs and what not.

Tldr pastel is a funny lil dead guy, pop is a time traveller and the Adult of the team, lunes a lil farmer man, pipes a hobo demon they picked up off the side of the road, tols a little criminal demon adventurer, jays a religious weirdo who tol dragged out of his hermit hut, and pips an insane little guy

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Sweet Temptations

Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Summary: The rain certainly provides the perfect atmosphere to nap in.

WARNINGS!: none

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: It was raining a few days ago when I was taking a nap, so I decided to conjure up a self indulgent fic >~<

Just To Clarify:

Izuku is your fiance

you both live together in a house in the mountains

commute to work is probably a pain but oh well

The sprinkle of rain pitter-pattered gently on the roof of your shared home, dribbling off of the sides and thumping against the flat, smooth rocks strategically placed beneath.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Though it was faint, the splashing of its drizzle in the koi pond just beside you could still be heard, even through the paper shoji dividing the two seperate spaces. The fresh yet blissfully familiar earthy scent of it seeped in through an open, wood-framed window not too far from where you sat, rain splattering noisily onto the vibrant red maple leaves just outside of it. The sweet sound molded together with the soft jingle of chimes swaying in the light breeze to create a beautiful melody that soothed your soul more-so than any show ever dreamed of doing.

Downpour was always best in the spring, the cool atmosphere welcoming it with loving arms. It always gave you a good excuse to stay bundled up on the plush couch, sipping at a freshly made cup of herbal tea.

The wide TV just in front of you idly played something you couldn’t quite remember the name of, becoming more of background noise as your eyes always seemed to travel back to the droplets lazily flowing down the foggy glass of the window, dripping down onto the wet frame.

Surely the water would seep inside soon, traveling slowly down the wall just to puddle on the tatami mats, but the fresh air it provided was too good to pass up for something so mundane.

Besides, it would take a long time for that to actually occur.

Days like this were the ones you found yourself loving the most.

A day to relax your bones stiffened by adult duties, letting the sounds of nature wash over your tired being.

A day to not have to worry about anything.

No responsibilities, chores are already taken care of, work all done.

There was absolutely nothing of any importance that needed your immediate attention.

The lack of work wasn’t the only good thing on this fine day, though.

It was the peace and quiet.

A perk of moving into a home a ways away from the bustling city was the relative stillness, as well as the much-needed privacy.

That, and being surrounded by wildlife.

The place was a traditional Japanese home, or similar to it as the realtor had said. Surrounded by trees, flowers, well-placed stones, and babbling brooks.

Living in a house like this was always a dream.

Perhaps thats why you were able to convince your lovely fiance to live here.

Tatami floor mats cushioned your near every step, the woodwork filling the interior the house becoming a sight for sore eyes every time you happened to notice the beautiful craftsmanship.

Everything was pristine.

New, yet held that comforting sense of tradition you always wanted.

A place where you could build a life with your handsome husband-to-be.

Yawning, you placed your tea cup onto the coffee table before stretching out on the couch you had lounged around on for far too many hours, arms rising high above your head. A satisfied groan left your lips the moment your back popped, the sickening crack being far louder than you had originally anticipated.

Boy, was your posture in true shambles.

The bone king quaked at your very feet.

You snorted at the thought, hopping off and stretching your legs out for a moment.

A quick press of the button turned the forgotten television off with a jingly bleep.

No point keeping it on when a new quest had opened up for your curious soul.

The quest of: Finding Izuku and annoying him.

Honestly, who would you be if you spent too long willingly away from him?

His sheer presence was far too calming and therapeutic for you to ever even consider such a foolish option.

Or perhaps you were just as love-struck with him as you were when you first had met.

Besides, knowing him, your big man probably desired your company as much as you suddenly did his.

So, grabbing your cup of tea, you slid your tan slippers on over your Christmas-themed fuzzy socks, wrapping your cozy (F/C) blanket around your shoulders before setting out on your little adventure.

It was around noon, the sun high in the sky shining as brightly as it could behind a plethora of darkened clouds. He always seemed to like reading around this time, his internal clock making his fingers itch for something to grab and run his eyes over.

Oftentimes his fingers swept through news articles on his phone or turned a delicate page of a random book that previously caught his brilliant green gaze at that old book store at the edge of the city that felt, in many ways, like a home you never knew you needed.

The store's calming ambience was the key inspiration for the fairy lights and various decorations scattered about your home, especially that kotatsu that sat in the middle of your living room.

Your feet padded gently on the tatami as you made your way around the house, first checking his little office hidden away in the back. It was hard not to cringe at the state of it. Papers were scattered everywhere and overflowing from the poor trash bin, random maps sprawled out on the desk, notebooks filled with notes and ideas to the left of his old, squeaky chair. It was a mess. Did he ever clean this place?

You were tempted to do so yourself for a split second, before realizing everything was in a specific place for a reason. A reason unknown to you, but known to him, as he explained sorrowfully the one night you did clean his office. He was a messy boy, forever and always. At least with his work. His mind ran too fast for his hands to keep up half the time, resulting in.. chaotic messes only he could comprehend.

Blinking, you slid the door shut with your foot, sipping at your drink as you carried on your search.

The house was quiet, save for the ever-present pattering of rain against it, giving no real indications of his true whereabouts.

Typically you could rely on his persistent muttering to swiftly locate him, but today was as silent as ever. No doubt the atmosphere got to him as well, making him want to relax somewhere and listen closely to the soft rainfall whilst doing whatever he pleased.

Humming, you checked each and every room you came across upstairs first, looking for the man you loved oh-so-much.

As time ticked on and minutes flew by, you found yourself getting pouty, fingers thrumming against the now empty mug as you continued searching.

Where on earth could he be? Sure, the house was a bit big, but you had already managed to cover the entire upstairs floor and the majority of the bottom. Calling out to him would be easier, he’d no doubt reply in that cheery tone that graced his voice whenever he spoke to you, but you wanted to find him on your own. Surprise him to a degree.

His senses were sharp, and he’d hear you the moment you came a few meters near him - no matter how quiet you were, but that wasnt going to stop you from trying to surprise him.

Plus, calling out his name didnt quite seem appropriate. The still, chilly air would be ruined by your voice, and you couldn’t help but subconsciously want this search to go on until you yourself found him with your own eyes, and not use his voice as an aid.

After checking a few more rooms, you sighed heavily, head thumping against the wall as your resolution crumbled beneath your feet.

Was it really worth it? Being silent?

You weren’t even a ninja or some vigilante, you were just a bakery owner who never needed to sneak around, especially their own living space.

With a huff of aggravation, you walked to the kitchen. Holding an empty mug was pointless and served no purpose other than getting in your way, so naturally you decided to get another drink.

Oh, what to choose?

There were so many options to choose from other than tea.

Well, not really. More like, an endless amount of tea and three other things. Probably.

Coffee? No, no, even if you were feeling a bit sleepy, now was not the time for a caffeine high.

Oh!

What about hot chocolate?

Yes! Absolutely!

This cold weather certainly called for a nice, hot cup of a sugary sweet, chocolatey drink to warm your tummy and renew your resolve.

As you were mixing the cocoa powder into your warmed up cup of milk, watching with childish glee as the dark brown swirled with white for a moment until it mixed into a nice tawny brown that reminded you of delicious brownies, a distant noise caught your attention.

Your head instantly perked up, eyes flying up to peer out the large window in front of you.

Rain continued to pour softly down onto the wet and muddy ground, momentary water halos forming as they splatted down onto the darkened pathement.

A car zoomed past, throwing muddied water up onto the far away end of your driveway.

Ah.

So it was a car.

It was hard not to feel disappointed at that, partially because you had hoped it was Izuku giving away his location by accident.

Though he could be quite loud at times, that man had the power to be quieter than a kid told to wake their parent up in a bit to do chores.

With a discontented sigh, you placed the spoon into the sink, sprinkling some tiny marshmallows into your drink before walking off to continue the man hunt.

There weren’t too many places left inside for you to check, and you managed to do so in only a minute or two.

Truly, you were dumbfounded.

Where could he possibly be?

Did he take his car and go somewhere?

No, no, he would have told you if that were the case, and you would have seen him exit the front entrance as well.

So where?

You stopped in your tracks, being slapped upside the head with sudden realization.

Of course he wouldnt be inside huddled away like a lonely hermit on a day like this, no, he’d enjoy it! Breathe in the earthy fresh air as it enveloped him.

He loved the rain far more than you did, so it made sense.

You smiled, taking a big sip of your hot chocolate as you suddenly knew exactly where he was.

It was hard to say you didn’t feel like a complete idiot for missing something so simple as you walked back to the living room.

There was always one place he liked to hang out at during a nice day.

On the engawa hovering over the koi pond.

You stopped just in front of the shoji screen, excitement already sparking in your system.

You rocked back and forth on your feet as you took a breath to calm your racing heart, the goofiest smile etched upon your face.

Your fingers dipped into the slots used to open the door,

One.

Two.

Three!!

“BOO!” You screeched like a banshee down at the man relaxing on a cushion by the edge of the wood, glasses tipping off his nose as his focused eyes stayed glued to the book in his hands.

“Ahh!” He playfully shouts in response, a smirk upon his lips as he notices your exasperated state slinking down onto your knees on the polished floor with a look of utter defeat upon your cute face

“I was trying to scare you..!”

Came your complaint, eyes boring into his own as you pouted.

“I was scared. I screamed!” Izuku chuckles, shoulders shaking as he couldnt control that goofy smile of his.

If he was trying to look convincing, he was failing horribly.

You huffed at his antics, he was far too cute to even pretend to be mad at.

You should have known better, though, trying to scare the number one hero in his own home was like trying to scare someone who knew you were coming from a mile away.

Plus, you knew that before you even realized where he was.

It was to be expected of such a talented guy.

After sliding the shoji shut to keep the warmer air in, you crawled over to him. His upper back rested comfortably on a wooden support beam as his legs sprawled out in front of him, a leather book perched on his lap.

“So, what are you reading?” from the looks of it, it seemed to be an older book of sorts, the pages a yellowish-white and the cover boring no text.

You were now sitting beside him on your knees in what would’ve been shoulder to shoulder if he wasn’t so much more taller than you, sipping at your drink once more.

It was simply too good to resist.

“It was described to me as a ‘classic’ at the store. It’s a book filled with multiple fairy tales, each having a sort of.. theme or moral told in ink at the end. There's got to be at least twenty or so in here..” he spoke with enthusiasm, eagerly showing you the one he was currently reading.

“‘The Little Mermaid’?”

It grew increasingly rare for children to know the tale of The Little Mermaid, or at least, the adaptation of it that was shown on a screen. It was a fairly old film, one you remember your grandparents speaking briefly about with joy, but still a very beloved one. A joyous little tale of a red-haired mermaid seeking the love of a prince. How cute.

But why on Earth was he reading a children's book, then?

Not that you’d ever judge him, it was just that his taste was generally more.. Sophisticated. To a degree, of course.

“Yes. But this is the original one. The true tale of ‘The Little Mermaid’, the one filled with pain and gore.”

“P-pain.. and gore?” Well now that certainly didn't sound like a children's book. Is that why it's called a classic?

He hums, thumbing through a few pages, “It’s kind of inspiring. Each step she took felt like she was walking on glass, but she never gave up on being with her prince. I think, at least, I haven’t really finished it yet.”

“Are all the originals that horrifying?” you looked down at the book with disbelief, certainly not expecting each dream-like fairy tail to revolve around a horror story.

“Some are worse, some are better, but it’s a nice read.” he shrugged, going back to his original place in the book and nudging his glasses back up on his nose.

They always did make him look so gosh darn cute.

His eyesight was as perfect as the sky was blue, but for reading? He needed glasses. They were those cheap kinds found at bookstores, but damn if those black frames didn't pull his handsome face together.

He looked so attractive, even in this dulled lighting.

You’d expect someone to look gloomy when it rains, the shadows casted by the caliginous sky and stormy clouds bringing out the sadness buried deep within someone's soul and causing them to frown. Something mystical yet scientific. The rain always brought misfortune and sorrow, but Izuku has and forever will be that sun that never stops shining brightly no matter what. That optimism despite even the toughest situations always affected the way he looked, and boy did he always look irresistible. Even in this rainy overcast, he still smiled and sparkled with enthusiasm

Just another thing to love endlessly about him

You couldnt tell, but you were currently staring at him with lovestruck eyes and the dopiest smile that ever existed plastered on your chocolate coated lips.

Izuku found himself grinning along with you as his face stayed forward, peaking at you from the corner of his eye.

Your mug of hot chocolate was seemingly forgotten as you hugged his large, muscular arm, an act he certainly didnt mind if the light flush on his cheeks were anything to go by.

“You’ve got a chocolate moustache, princess.” The boy pointed out, lips pressing into a thin line to push down any giggles rumbling in his chest.

“W-what! Really?” oh, how embarrassing. How the hell did you get it on yourself? You weren’t a kid, only kids got those, right? Oh dear.

Just as you were about to wipe it off with your blanket still draped around you, Izuku turned, gently cupping your cheek and gazing deeply into your wide, (E/C) eyes.

Oh man.

His eyes.

Up close, they were the most beautiful thing you ever did see.

Age certainly did affect them, but not in a negative way. No, they were still as captivating as ever, but now there were tiny specks of brown you’d only truly see if you were this close to him, but god did they bring those eyes together. It was like staring into a forest coated in morning dew and shimmering with the blinding light of the sun.

Addicting. You’d certainly be the first to say you could stare into them for hours and never get bored.

“Here, let me.” his tone was softer than ever, yet held a bite of playfulness.

Eyes slipping closed, you nuzzled your rosey cheek into his scarred palm, an act the man you loved couldn't help but find utterly adorable and innocent.

Honestly, you were expecting him to wipe it away with his thumb or something, but the moment you felt something warm and wet lick across the top of your lip, you erupted with laughter.

“Eww! Izukuu!” you nearly choked on the words from how hard you found yourself laughing, weakly pushing his face away.

“What do you mean ew~” That teasing tone he always seemed to use on you during moments like these resurfaced, “i’ve done much ‘grosser’ things to you than just licking your lip, darling.”

Face burning from embarrassment, you whined loudly as he gingerly pulled you into his lap, your thighs on the sides of his own, placing the book down beside him just so that he could hug you close to him.

It was impossible not to relax instantly into his comforting embrace, the blanket previously doing next to nothing to protect you from this chilly air, but his body was like a heater in itself.

So, so warm.

“You’re forgiven.” you mumble against his neck, unintentionally sending sweet shivers down his spine.

“You s-sound tired..” the bashful man stuttered in that cute way he always seemed to do when flustered, hand idly rubbing up and down your blanket clad back.

“Mm.. just a little.” You didn't even realize how tired you were until you had a chance to sink into his warmth. Perhaps searching all over the house for the past half hour wore you out more than you’d like to admit.

Plus.. the calming rain certainly wasnt helping.

It was much more intense out here than it was when inside, the splatter of it hitting the pond not as muffled as before, mainly due to the fact that the pond was so close you could reach out and touch it if you so desired.

Which you didn’t.

Because then you’d get wet.

The sheer thought of getting cold water on your warm skin made you cringe, huffing through your nose just to nuzzle it into the crook of his neck.

Breathing in his scent was like being slapped with all the good things in your life.

He always had a bit of a musky scent. It was hard to tell if it came from his sweat or just natural scent, either way- it wasn’t all that bad when paired with his shampoo and conditioner.

Always one to use, for lack of better words, green scents. Planty scents. Scents that made you just want to bury your nose in his dreamily soft, fluffy green hair and stay there all day, carding your fingers through the locks just to hear his satisfied hum.

In a short conclusion, not only did he radiate manliness, but he also smelled manly.

Isn’t that what his friend, Red Riot, would say? Manly?

It was hard to describe him as anything but that.

He certainly grew up quite a bit after his years at UA, growing taller and becoming even more buff as he got to work on the field more. Age 18 was certainly a convenient time for him to have a growth spurt. And here he was now, 25, littered with scars you always pressed loving kisses to whenever you got the chance, and as handsome as ever.

But he knew you liked his scent, because you would often tell him that. Especially when he got out of the shower. It was actually hard for him to get dressed because you were clinging onto him, enjoying the lovely smells as he desperately clutched at his towel and whined.

It was very easy for him to compare you to a baby sloth, something that always clung to another. It was cute, and he always adored the attention, something he lacked growing up.

Even now, he knew exactly what you were thinking as you sighed happily. Your body seemed to slump against his, fitting into his arms like the puzzle piece he had always been looking for. He’d be damned if he ever lost it.

Pressing a tender kiss against your temple, he smiled the moment he noticed your breathing slowly getting deeper.

“Falling asleep, hmm?” he whispered, “I guess you do nap around this time.”

As expected, he didn't quite get a response other than a simple hum.

You really were too cute.

But he couldn't blame you anyway, it was the perfect weather and place to take a nap.

It wasn't often he was able to nap with you, so you must be inwardly jumping for joy as his heartbeat and soft thumps of rain against the roof lulled you to sleep.

You always felt so.. protected and safe in his hold. And that wasn’t just because he was a hero, no, it was something more primal, like whenever you were in his arms you were always drowning in the feeling of love and safety.

Maybe it was something more than that, but you were far too tired to actually come up with any logical explanations.

So instead, you finally let yourself drip into dreamland in the warm embrace of your beloved, letting gentle chimes swaying in the wind and the relaxing sound of rain be your guide.

And Izuku?

Well, he went back to reading his book, using your lovely ass as a place to rest it.

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