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Descendent

PotC 5/Modern/Will out of Water AU.

Characters: Will Turner, Calypso, Original Female Character

SFW. Like, completely. Just some curses.

Authors note: I broke a couple rules I think, but I don't care, this is my AU.

Words: 4,737

As the centuries melt together, Captain William Turner of the Flying Dutchman finds himself further inland and farther downstream than he could’ve ever imagined. A multitude of maritime disasters fling him from one corner of the world to the other. The Dutchman serves through wars, accidents, and genocides. As the 18th century spills over, the load only increases. Of course, one would expect that as more men's souls were brought into the world, he would be required to guide an equal portion more from it. Except the sea and all her tributaries have never been truly tame. It seems just as men grow complacent with the waters; he is forced to compensate for their malignity.

The strain nearly ends him. While Elizabeth had been alive, it hadn't been pleasant. But back then, he had a rock, a lighthouse to guide him and remind him what might happen if he forsook such a sacred duty. Even when she passed - to sudden for her to make arrangements to join his crew - he’d had Henry, their son. Henry married a young astronomer named Carina, the daughter of the captain who wed the Captain and the King. Henry had waited, watching dutifully and bringing his children. Then once, he supposes around his 12th land fall, he arrives to find the lodgings of his relations ransacked and in a shoddy state of disrepair, unlived in for some time. There is nothing to indicate where they went. All that he can conjecture from the men he brings aboard and what he knows of recent history is perhaps, he prays perhaps, they faced an uprising and fled. Though whether that be the fledgling America, the southern colonies or bloody England he’s sure he’ll never know.

It almost breaks him, but the images of Jones, his cruelty and the cool steel of the sword that hangs from his hip is just enough to keep him on course.

It is then he begins finding himself in freshwater. Sometimes up river. It happens most often on the Thames in England, the Saint Lawrence in the northern colonies, the Amazon to the south and the American Mississippi. The 19th century bleeds into the 20th, and soon he has a new death chamber with which to contend: the aeroplane.

In that century alone he sails through wars, plane crashes, mass suicides in the East and submarines in the West. Mortal men seem to have contented themselves with finding every manner of deadly metal tube and loading themselves into it for travel. He has never seen the oceans so red with blood. Some nights, in the diming lights and the suns wavering rays, the sea seems to dye itself purple. The quantity nearly pushes him over once again, but all of a sudden, in what he thinks is the last decades of that century, the occurrences requiring his presence drop drastically, though the sheer number of souls he ferries from each local increases exponentially. Now he more often than naught finds himself sailing through a valley of broken stragglers, immigrants and refugees fleeing from the latest conflict at the hands of angry men.

Fewer and fewer sailors pass at sea. Fewer and fewer join his crew, and he is slowly beginning to lose his battle with his duties. It becomes a matter not of if, but rather when he will. Until one particular morning, on which he awakes in the Dutchman’s captain’s quarters, and all is quiet. It is his first clue as to something amiss, but he is grateful for the calm this once. It is hardly ever calm aboard the Dutchman.

He takes to the deck, finding the wheel to determine a heading. It seems already determined for him this day, as the Dutchman has surfaced up a river. In fact, he squints to make out the dots in the distance, he’s far up a river, near what seems to be an inhabited city.

That’s not something he sees everyday. It’s his third strike. He scans the deck, the bow, the crows nest. Theres nary a soul aboard except his own.

“William Turna’”. He near scowls, but turns to his guest. She is not near how he remembers her last. While her clothes are similar, a mix of tropical prints, naturally woven bits and a fur of some kind: and her countenance has not changed, her form most certainly has. It is not flesh and bone that stands before him, but rather water in the form of this woman from many lifetimes ago.

“Calypso,” he says, his voice gruff from disuse. An urge arises to bow, he ignores it. “What is the nature of this… visit?”

Her voice warbles with the waters flow. “T’ere’s been an unfo’seen development in ‘da ways of t’is wo’ld Captain Turna’.” She steps forward, and he slides back. The wheel is in his back. “Da te’ms of yous agreemen’ ‘board da Dutchman are changin’.”

Will’s stomach drops. “What has changed?”

He wants to beg, ask what he’s done. Surely, there hasn’t been anything? He’s faithfully fulfilled his duties over all these centuries. And had he not, the sea would’ve already claimed him.

A cool wind arises, pushing his hair across the nape of his neck. A spray is forced from Calypso’s countenance, only to disappear as soon as it’s caught his eye. “T’ings are changin’ in da wo’ld of da gods, William Turna’. You mo’tals was not built to bear no divine load.”

Anticipation rises in his chest. Had he a heart, he’s sure it would’ve begun to race. It must be racin’, in that blasted metal box he’s since lost track of. Calypso continues, enigmatic and cool “Fa now, the Dutchman’s ta’ remain docked ‘ere. Ya crew’s off ta fiddla’s green or da locka’, judgement dependin’. You, William Turna’, will be allowed ta shore from dawn’s fi’st ligh’ to dusks final gleam. Only in the da’k must ya remain ‘board dis vessel. Every moment da light touches is yours, not jus da one day.”

He’s… he’s stunned. And thrilled! Suddenly he’s been given the opportunity of his lifetime, to visit land more often than once a decade! Of course, the first blasted thing out of his mouth is “And what of the souls I’m supposed to lead? What should become of them?”

“Anoda’ ferry man’ll serve in ya stead.” Calypso’s voice is stern. Perhaps not angry but reaching that cusp none the less. They pause a moment, and he listens. To the birdsongs in the woods against the rivers shore, a faint sound of chugging that must be some new-fangled thing he’s heard of yet never seen. The water of the river rushes along, but the water makin’ up Calypso’s countenance only rustles, barely moving.

“But what should I do? I know no living souls…” what of my heart?

Calypso’s voice rises. She cuts him off.. “Yous not been brought ‘ere fur no reason, William Turna’! One of yur’ heirs is close, and to dem you might go! Tea conditions of yous ‘ternal life remain, you’ll not want for food nor drink nor sleep though they be available to ya’!”

The water of Calypso has grown cloudy, swirling as he’s no doubt raised her ire. Not a swell idea, lad he scolds himself. The form before him flows apart, seeming ‘bout to return to its source. “How will I know that this reprieve has ended?!”

Of course he had to ask. This time, she practically screams “Yous will know when ya know, Turna!” and with a sudden splash, she’s gone. Water slaps against it’s source below his deck, and when he turns to face his port there is a gang plank, extended to the shoreline.

Something in him jumps, though surely not his heart. Clad in warm weather wear, Will hastens to his cabin to change into something more suitable. His boots clump against the wooden beams as he finds a shirt and a coat, as it was rather cool that morning. He sets his sword at his hip, and with care to tie the knot of his bandana tightly, he looks himself over once in the mirror - maroon does look quite nice on him, as Elizabeth had pointed out so many centuries ago - and to the gang plank he’s off.

It’s an odd thing, really. The gang plank had mostly been for his men, to return to shore when the need arose. He’d only used it a few times, when the ropes would not suffice to board a doomed vessel or for the brief day he’d spent on some criminal island a few decades after loosing track of Henry. He’d rarely left the Dutchman since then. As such, he’d never seen anything such as he had now. He slunk down the gang plank, careful of a few raised bars, and set his boots upon dry land for the first time in at least a century.

Even with his more recent escapades into freshwater, Will has never had the luxury of observing the rivers surroundings with much scrutiny. Here, one shore lines the river with a dense forest. The trees are tall though scraggly, their leaves aflame in orange, red, and yellow. A green few are still visible, and the grass beneath his boots remains green as well. On the opposite shore - off his port - is a flat expanse near far as the eye can see, covered in drying fields of some crop he cannot identify. And just as the horizon fades, huge hills, near mountains, jut up from nowhere, dense with much the same foliage as on the shore he walks.

There are birds that he hears on occasion, but it seems his foot falls have scared most of the wildlife from ear shot. He thinks to himself that it’s not my fault there’s so many twigs to snap along this trail. He follows it up from the shore, up a steep hill and to a narrow, more traveled path that winds towards a clearing.

This clearing turns out to be some sort of graveyard, over which watches a large stone cross. Will stops at the edge of the clearing, a moment of silence for those who’re interned there. It’s an odd thing to see now, after so long at sea where there are no graveyards. And if he remembers correctly, there are rarely graveyards this close to the shore. However, as he glances behind and notices the drop off, both the grave yards placement and also the fence at the edge of the little cliff make much more sense.

A light gray path winds true past the small graveyard and towards the back of some grand building. Will follows the path, and finds his footsteps fall heavier, as the path feels not unlike the cobble roads they’d had in Port Royal all those centuries ago. Then again, they did not look much the same. And times have changed, he reminds himself. Surely most things have changed.

When he turns the sharp corner with the path, he takes pause under the yellowing branches of a weeping willow, in awe of the great church that stands tall on the bluff. It was assuredly much taller than the Dutchman’s tallest mast, not accounting for the several much taller spires that broached from its roof. He stands in awe for some unknown amount of time, before a sound he can only describe as crunching draws his attention further down the path, to where it winds between this grand church and some run down and weathered hut, its boards grayed with age. Between the two, though much farther back, rises a large building, it’s walls inset with windows four high, made of a red material Will thinks is brick, and some of the same yellowish stone that the church must also be made of. Beyond the path is a large pool of a black material, which is occupied by a few strange looking carriages, mostly of white and red. Cars, he reminds himself. He’d seen a few of them along the ocean floor in the last century.

There along this black mass is a small hill, which runs straight into a larger hill, on which there seems to be a trodden path. He can just make out around this hill and between what appears to be a fenced sports court is another, longer building. As he moves towards the path, he spots more buildings, most of them the same red brick and yellowed stone, connected by these same gray paths.

As he crests the first hill, he finds it to be some sort of dike, built perhaps when there was more water in the area. Atop the second hill he finds another gated complex, with a wall of red, silver, and gray seats overlooking a green, lined field surrounded by a red path. He goes further up the hill, towards another flat, black section lined with yellow. This one seems to be connected to a few gray paths that run to several of the other building’s he’s noticed, crisscrossing a green, leaf littered campus that appears rather vacant.

He steps into the black lot, where a few more cars have been left. Something like humming drifts towards him, coming closer until around the corner of the long building appears a sandy gold car.

Will is taken aback by how quiet it is. Even the Dutchman, in tip top shape, had creaked and groaned with the wind in her sails, and the floor often moaned when paced. This thing is much, much smaller, and as it grows closer it grows only a bit louder. It truly is a marvel what man has come up with in his absence.

The car begins to slow, then comes to a stop just a few feet before him. The driver - who he can now positively identify as a young woman - looks… bewildered. Spectacles frame her eyes, and her hair is a deep brown, nearly black. Something clinks and the car hums again, this time moving backwards as it’s captain twists to watch over her shoulder.

Will is dumbstruck. Her eyes… he swears they were Elizabeth’s, the very same. Perhaps… he doesn’t want to get his hopes high… but perhaps she is the descendent Calypso had spoken of.

He steps into the grass to his port, striding through the dew towards the girl and her car. It makes a sound like a horn as she leaves it. Will picks up his pace. The girl is halfway to the building, walking along another gray path when he calls to her.

“Miss! Wait!”

She looks to him, her face pale, and she pauses. Will begins to slow, noticing how her feet shift, and he tries to catch her eyes but they are half closed in fear. Her fist clenches around something purple and triangular, and she sprints down the path.

“Wait! Please!” He calls after her, and he's off in pursuit. His sword clatters against his thigh. Something on her jingles, and it grows a little louder as he gains ground.

Unfortunately for him, this girl knows the place. She sprints straight through an enclave in the building. Then across the green, past what appears to be two courts made of sand, spanned by a net about twice as tall as himself. He dodges around the edge as she did, but she isn’t looking back. She’s hurrying forward, breathing hard. He’s breathing hard. He hasn’t had to run for anything really since… it must’ve been at least a few decades. As they run, they cut across several more gray paths, and for a second the crunch of grass gives way to loud, dull foot falls before they fly over grass once more. Only once they’ve started down another smaller hill does he realize how far she’s brought him. He’s been running for at least a couple of minutes, and looming before them is a building, with five sets of windows running up its height, separated from them by some black road made of the same material as the lot he had started after her in.

He stomps across the hard surface, and jumps over the yellow raised edge onto another gray path. The girl has reached what appears to be a door, and holds something black with yellow spots against the wall next to it. It emits a sharp squeal and clicks, and the girl throws the door open.

She glances at him, her face seizes when she realizes he’s followed her all this way and isn’t stopping and she sprints inside.

“Wait!” Will is forced to slow and grab the door as it’s nearly closed. Once inside he hears someone thunder up a set of stairs across the room. He launches himself up, taking them two at a time. They’re solid wood and turn once, 180 degrees. He uses the handy railing to keep himself from slamming into the stone wall. At the top are two doors, one on his starboard which leads outside and one into a hallway at his port. He chooses the port one, forcing himself past a young blonde woman who barely reaches his shoulders.

The girl slips behind a sort of pillar, and he sprints towards it. There, however, he is greeted with a loud slam as a solid wood door is slammed in his face, nearly impacting it.

He gets his arms up in time to keep his face from taking any damage. The girl inside screams, and he suddenly realizes why she might’ve run. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He steps back, heaving in the musky, humid air.

“Leave right the fuck now or I’m calling the cops!”

He doesn’t know what the cops are, but that surely can’t be good. “No! Please! Just let me explain!”

“I’m calling them!” She practically sings her shout.

“Please! Wait!” He slams his fist into the door, and a muffled ‘Jesus’ slips under the door. He seethes, shouting: “My name is William Turner! I believe - though somewhat distantly - we are related!”

“Yeah right, bitch ass!” The door rattles a bit as she continues, “I’m lookin’ at’cha, and you ain’t look nothin’ like nun’a my relatives.”

“Please, I promise I can explain! Just… come out! Look me in the eye. You’ll see it, I know.”

“Fuck that, you’re packin’ heat man! Even I ain’t that stupid!”

She must be related, judging solely from her abilities to curse worse than even the saltiest sailors Will had known in all his centuries. He glances at the handle, which hangs limp over a keyhole. A lock. A lock he can pick.

From his hair, Will withdraws a thin, silver pin. The tension against his skull lessens when he does, and he inserts the pin into the lock, making quick work of it. The door swings into the room and he burst in. The girl screams. Will swings around, slams the door, then swings back to her. She’s frozen against a thin sliver of a wall separating two open doors, each of which leads into another room.

She starts towards the farther of the two, only to stop as Will’s sword slides from its scabbard. He practically has it in her back. Her hands are half raised, level about with her shoulders, which she hunches in.

Her voice wavers. “Don’t… don’t kill me, please.”

Will snorts, pulling the sword away from her back. “And why would I do such a thing?”

She doesn’t even pause, “Because you’re a maniac cosplaying as a pirate and running around with a sword and telling people you’re related to them when you aren’t.”

He stops, and for the first time since he’s lain eyes on her, Will takes a proper look at just what she’s been wearing. Trousers, gray trousers with miniscule vertical lines running the length of them. Her shoes are black and appear to be made of something between leather and cloth. They are laced with dirty white laces and set upon dirty white soles. Her top is a gray sweater, perhaps the only item of clothing he can recognize from memory. Comparing that to his own garb… and he begins to realize another reason she might have chosen to run from him when he first approached.

“I…” he swallows, sliding his sword back into its scabbard. “I wish to apologize for my… rashness.”

The girl doesn’t move, nor does she speak, so Will takes a step closer and continues. “However, if you would allow me merely a moment to explain our relation…”

She groans. “Dude! We are not related!”

He flails for something, anything. “But you have her eyes!”

“Whose eyes!?!”

“Elizabeth’s.” He says softly.

The girl turns to him, brows furrowed, and her lips pulled into a half frown. “Who the hell is Elizabeth?”

Will shuts his eyes, the memories flooding back. He’s plenty of them from their late childhood and adolescence, even their early adulthood, but from there they grow in increments of ten, and she is rarely the same in each successive image. But her eyes… the same brown that shifted hazel in the sun and near muddy in the dark. The girl has her eyes.

“My… my wife.”

The girl cocks a brow, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. “Dude, you can’t be any older than I am. There’s no way we’re related, even if it’s through your wife or whoever.”

A thread of panic swims across the scar in his chest. The scar where his heart should be, that was carved out when he became the captain…

That’s it! “I… I haven’t a heart.”

The girl looks disgusted. “And that’s relevant to this conversation how?”

Will swallows. It’s a crazy, bull-headed plan, but it could work. “I… I have no heart.” He repeats, a smile beginning to creep across his lips. “If I had no heart, I wouldn’t be standing before you, correct?”

“Right…?” She shrugs. “I mean, you look a little young for a pacemaker, but okay.”

Will has no idea what she’s talking about, so he continues, “And what if I told you that it had been carved out when I stabbed the heart of the previous captain of my ship, which is anchored in the river just over this bluff? That bound by its curse I was immortal, and had been sailing the seas, guiding lost souls to the Locker and Fiddler’s Green since the eve of my wedding?” Her lips curl into a snarl, “And that same heart lies in another chest, which I have not been able to find in the two centuries since it’s loss.”

“I’d say you’re fuckin’ crazy, yur talkin’ crazy, an’ I’m callin’ the cops.” She straightens, backing towards the open door just behind her.

“Listen to my heart!” The girl stops, cowering. He’d allowed his desperation to overtake him, dammit, but he needed her to believe him. “And if you don’t find one within my breast, then you will know that I am telling the truth.” She cocks a brow again, and Will realizes he must concede something on the off-chance Calypso has returned his cursed heart to his chest (though thus far all evidence has pointed to the contrary). “And if you should find it’s beat, you may call these cops.”

“Fine,” she steps into the room and shuts the door. A burst of air pushes past him, rusting his hair. Will returns the pin he’d used to pick the lock to his bandana, and the girl emerges as he brings his hands to his side. She comes bearing a box, which she sets on a sort of tabletop Will had not noticed, nestled ‘tween two walls. It is blue and surrounds a water basin over which some sort of spout sits. The girl lifts the top from the box, and setting it aside, draws out a long cord, with two prongs on one end and a single, circular something on the other.

“What is that?” he asks. The girl sets it around her neck and steps towards him.

“A stethoscope. To listen to your heart.” Will now cocks a brow. “What, I'm prenursing, I'm gonna need it eventually.” She takes it from her neck, sticking the two prongs into her ears, and slides the wider of the two circular sides down her shirt. She frowns, pulls it out, turns it so that the shorter side faces her, and tries again. After a moment, her face unscrunches, and she steps towards Will. “Open your shirt.”

Will opens his coat, revealing his shirt, of which the ties are undone. His scar is partially visible, and the girl cocks her brow again. If all she’s going to do is a cock a brow at anything that even remotely piques her interest, she is going to be very hard to read. “You cool if I touch you?”

“Yes, of course,” Will mutters, taken aback. He glances around the room, then back to her. Carefully, she sets the smaller circular head against his chest, right along his scar, near the bottom of his sternum.

Her eyes go wide, and her mouth pops open a bit. She pulls the thing back and flips it once again. “Come on,” she sets it against his chest, but her eyes grow only wider. “No. That’s impossible.”

Will smirks, setting his hands on his hips. “There is no heartbeat, is there?”

“Mother fucker...” She taps the part of the thing she’d held against his chest, and instantly her face curls in pain. She pulls the prongs from her ear and sets it back on the counter. “You… you have to have a heartbeat; you’d be dead otherwise.”

“But I don’t, do I?” Will lets it sink in, and the girl’s eyebrows furrow. “Q.E.D, what I’ve just told you must be true.”

“Thats scientifically impossible.” She mutters.

Will groans through a smile. “You sound like Carina.”

“Who’s Carina?”

Will takes a breath. The simplest way to describe Carina? What would that be? “She is… my son’s wife. Another very distant relative of yours.”

“This makes even less sense,” she leans against the other wall, though she’s careful to keep her legs from touching what appears to be a white waste basket below her. “I must’ve crashed on the highway or some shit.”

“If you would allow me to explain, I believe I could begin to clear things up.” Will offers a hand to shake. “Do we have an accord?”

The girl starts to offer her hand, but stops, eyeing his hip. “Leave the sword here, and we talk in a public place. Then we have a deal.”

“Agreed.” Will shakes her hand, and as soon as it’s free begins removing his weapons belt. “Now, where should we continue this conversation, miss…”

“Mary Jones. There’s a coffee shop on campus that’s open today, and I’ve got dining dollars to burn.”

“Then I’ll follow you, Ms. Jones.”

“First, give me the sword,” she opens her hands rather expectantly. Will surrenders the scabbard, the girl grabs her stethoscope box, and enters the room she’d retrieved it from. “I can’t have a knife with a blade longer than three inches in here, so this is definitely gonna get me fined, and I’m too broke to afford it.” She sets the stethoscope box on a desk then climbs to the top of two bunk beds as she continues “Second, if my roommates find this, I’m fucked.”

She slides it beneath a mass of blankets and coats fit for the Queen of England, then crawling across the bed, drops to the window ledge on the outer wall, and jumps from that to the ground with a loud thump.

The bunk bed jimmies just a bit. Mary squeezes past Will, calling over her shoulder “Come on, you were the one who wanted to talk,” she stops in the doorway, hand resting on the knob “and loose the bandanna.”

“Well, I rather like it.”

“Loose it, or no talkie”.

Will concedes, untying the cloth which holds back his hair. It tumbles to his shoulders, and he slips the folded cloth and his silver hair pin into the breast pocket of his coat. “Better?”

“Yeees,” Mary opens the door. “After you.”

“No, after you.”

A slight smile piques her lips “Gallant. Don't see that much anymore.”

She still insists he exit before her, though she thanks him for the hospitality as they walk.

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omori-ethereal-route · 2 years

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(I LOVE your art, I can’t believe I found this place just randomly 15 minutes ago, keep up the great work! :D)

First Del I wanted to thank you, the way you and Klaus taking Mari in the way you have, it is nice to see people looking out for kids who need help.

My question is about Mari’s friends, I know she’s probably shared about Hero but what has she told you about Basil, Aubrey, Kel, and Sunny (outside of the accident I mean)

(Omg thank you so much ;w; you liking spam made me very excited as I was drawing and answering my other asks- makes me appreciate you guys so much more than I already do 💕)

“O-Oh! Hehe, really, it’s no problem! We can get on how stressful this can all be for her. Especially since she’s so young, we were more than happy to help her out. Especially since Klaus went to get her himself.~”

“Hehe, aw shucks hon.~”

“As for what Mari’s told us about her old friends, she’s told us quite a bit.~ Basil being a big lover of flowers in addition to photography. Klaus said they took a quick stop at his place to grab a ghost copy of the photo album he had.”

“Kids got talent in photo taking, that’s for sure. And then with Aubrey, Mari’s told us that she absolutely adored her. Seeing her as the little sister she never had and that they were inseparable. And that they were gonna dye their hair together, which might be something I’ll talk to Mari about. See if she’s still up to do it.”

“Mhm, and then she’s talked about Kel very highly too. Full of energy and very loud, haha!”

“Although I did see her slightly grimace when bringing up the time he spilled juice on the carpet at her place and he just ran while her and Hero had to clean it up! Haha!”

“Haha, yeah, I remember that too. And then lastly, whenever she talked about Sunny, I could see every bit of her expression just light up. It’s very obvious the two were close and that she still loves him very much.”

“She said that he’s awfully quiet though, even before the incident he was very shy and didn’t emote much. Makes you wonder what he’d think about us? I mean, just because his big sister likes us, doesn’t mean he would.”

#omori #omori game #omori: ethereal route #omori spoilers #omori aubrey #omori basil #omori hero #omori mari #omori kel #omori sunny #omori oc #omori wendell #omori fanart #ask response #mod text #mod response #you guys are too much for my heart ;w;

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tortoiseworld · 3 years

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calum...... sweetie...... wtf are you doing to your hair babe

#FIRST THE MULLET #NOW WHATEVER THIS IS #calum hood #calum #5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sos5 #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #michael clifford #DID HE DO IT HIMSELF #BC WHAT WAS HE EVEN AIMING FOR #I CANT GET OVER THE RANDOM ORANGE IT LOOKS LIKE HE GOT CARROT SHAVINGS STUCK IN HIS HAIR #AND THR WAY SOME OF IT IS ONLY DYED AT THE ROOT #LIKE HE SPILLED DYE ON HIMSELF BY ACCIDENT #WAS THIS AN ACCIDENT LMAO

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mrs-hatake · 3 years

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here comes the bride: prologue

pairings: levi x female!reader + minor zeke x female!reader.

genre: alternate universe, illegal car racing, suggestive themes, arranged marriage, strangers to lovers, slow burn, falling in love, eventual smut, heavy make out sessions, hurt/comfort & fluff.

summary: “Fine.” She breathes out without bothering to hide her unhappiness. “I’ll get married.” She swallows the bile at the back of her throat. Her mother casts a radiant smile her way and weakly reaches out to take her hand in hers.

“Thank you.” She says sincerely, bringing Y/N’s hand to her lips and kissing it with difficulty. “I’m sure you’ll come to love Levi, he will treat you right.”

a/n: helloooooo!I'm back with another aot fic :Dthe plot for this fic came to me randomly and i instantly fell in love that i HAD to write everything down. each chapter will contain trigger warnings if necessary and this chapter is tagged with tw for mentions of death and manipulation. lastly, I would like to thank my soulmate for helping with proof reading and selecting the appropriate characters for y/n. that's all that I have. happy readings! ❤️

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The sound of the monitor is deafening. It’s consistent beeping is accompanied by the soft pitter patter of the rain outside as the weather slowly transitions from spring to summer, emitting an ominous atmosphere. The grey clouds and the wind howling outside, the large rectangular windows outside don’t help with the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. People rush to seek shelter and cars zoom by despite the slippery streets, eager to reach their destination without delay.

A small family of three surround a luxurious hospital bed which fully showcased their financial status and class. The bed was covered in the finest linen, a soft cream color and the silkiest pillows that accommodate absolute comfort.

An air purifier with the aroma of lavender and honey is found in almost every room of the hospital, masking away the horrible stench of disinfectant and death. However, it still lingers in the air, like a criminal imprisoned for life.

The woman on the bed is pale, no longer looks like the tanned Goddess that had been dubbed Miss Osaka at the Young Ladies of Japan debutant three years in a row. Her long and healthy locks have lost their sheen and are brittle and dry, split ends can be seen and her grey hair is on display, when she usually dyes them every two months. The healthy fat in her body has dissolved, leaving nothing but skin and bones. Despite all of this, her glimmer of ebullience still lives on.

“How are you feeling, mother?” A young woman in her early twenties is sitting on a wooden chair next to the hospital bed with a look of worry on her face. Her fingers are brushing through the knotted hair of the dying woman on the bed while her other hand tightly holds her mother’s boney and wrinkled hand.

The older woman offers a weak, gentle smile. “I’m fine. Don’t you worry your pretty little head.” She chuckles but is soon coughing heavily, eyes shutting tightly to fight off the pain in her lungs.

“Are you alright? Should I call the nurse?”

The older woman shakes her head, however, and instead motions for the pitcher of water and the empty glass on her bedside table. Understanding dawns on her daughter’s face and she hurriedly pours a glass of warm water and hands it to her mother and helps her sit up straight to drink the entire glass in one go, her mother gasping in relief once the glass is empty.

“Mamiko.” A man in his mid sixties rubs his hand over his face in distress. He had been wearing a mask of bravery for his wife and two daughters, but seeing his usually strong and stubborn wife look so frail and weak frightened him. Memories of them butting heads, teasing each other and fighting over the course of their marriage reminds him of just how fiery his wife was. Seeing her in such a state tears off the mask he’s wearing on his face and tosses it away, exposing his true emotions.

“I’m fine, Masamune.” The woman waves him off and motions for her daughter to press the remote to raise the head of her bed so that she can sit up straight. She gives a pointed look to her husband, as if to prove her point.

All that her husband can do is sigh.

Just then, a timid knock reaches their ears and a smiling nurse enters the room with an apologetic expression on her youthful face. “I’m sorry, but visiting hours are ending soon.” She reminds them gently.

Masamune tiredly nods his head and pushes himself away from the wall to cross the short distance to where his wife is resting on the bed and lovingly kisses the top of her head. “Come back to us soon.” He whispers before heading towards the door, awaiting his two daughters.

“Get well soon, mother.” The younger of Masamune and Mamiko’s daughters, Tsukiko, is a twenty year old woman in her third year of law school and is aiming to achieve her Intellectual Property Law Certificate to assist her family in the future. She bids her mother goodbye with gentle eyes and a strong squeeze to her hand.

Y/N is about to get up from her chair and mimic her father by kissing her mother goodbye, when the older woman interrupts her, “Y/N, stay. I need to discuss something with you.”

Glancing to where her father and sister were lingering by the door, she nods her head and remains in her seat. She has a feeling that her father and younger sister are aware of the topic her mother wishes to discuss with her.

When the door is softly shut behind the two, Mamiko turns to face her eldest daughter and the heir to their company. “Have I ever told you the story of the day you were born?”

Growing up, Y/N had heard the story of her birth countless times from her parents, her grandmother who had been living with them at the time, and the maids living in their mansion all told her about it. They coined it as the funniest situation they’ve ever experienced in their lives. She had heard the story so many times that she has it memorized. Still, she shakes her head no.

“It was my twenty-fifth birthday. Your aunt Chiaki insisted that we have a girls night to celebrate the big day.” Her mother chuckles at the memory of a young Chiaki who had recently gotten a pixie cut after a terrible break up with her boyfriend of three years and how she had practically dragged Mamiko out of their house.

“We did your typical girly traditions; going shopping, getting our nails done, the usual.” Her mother weakly waves her hand. “Little did I know, your father had gathered up everyone who could come to our home on short notice for a surprise birthday party. It was around three or four o’clock in the afternoon that Chiaki and I finally decided to return home. I opened the door and the lights flickered on and a discordant ‘Happy birthday!’ was yelled. I was so elated and touched by their surprise that I couldn’t stop laughing! I laughed and laughed for five minutes straight, literally, when I felt a warm and tingling sensation trickle down my legs. Though I should be embarrassed at the thought of wetting myself in front of our guests, we quickly realized that the speed and the amount of liquid rushing through was actually because my water broke.”

“Everyone screamed and squeaked at the arrival of the baby. Panicking, I was rushed into the car with your father hysterically, frantically gathering all of the necessities we need for your delivery and drove all the way to the hospital like a mad man. Now that I think about it, I’m surprised we didn’t get into some kind of accident.” Mamiko hummed at the thought and then turned to face her daughter with raw affection in those fatigued eyes of hers, and with a shaky hand, cupped her daughter’s cheek. “And two days later, our beautiful baby girl came into our world. Your father had complained that you were as stubborn as I am for taking two days to arrive but I knew that you were taking your time to get comfortable and face the world head on.”

Y/N offered her mother a small smile as she desperately tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill and swallow the thick lump in her throat. “I love you.” She whispers with a hoarse voice.

“I love you too.” Her mother returns the sentiment with a small curl of her lips.

“And you were such a joy to raise, your sister, too? of course but you were our first. Our first child, our first daughter and our first experience as parents. There were difficult times, I can’t deny that, but seeing the woman that you are today, it was worth it.”

Y/N couldn’t stop the tears from filling her eyes and cascading down her cheeks. She licks the single tear that lingered on her tongue and turned her head to kiss her mother’s palm. “I’d trade the whole world for you to return home to us in good health.” Y/N’s voice is broken but her sincerity is firm.

“I know you would.” Her mother says as she retrieves her hand. “Which is why I hate myself for asking you for such a request... but I want you to know that I am doing this out of love and care for you.”

Y/N’s eyebrows draw together in confusion before realization dawns on her and she vehemently shakes her head in denial before her mother could voice her request. “No. No, I won’t do it.”

“Please, Y/N.” Mamiko holds her daughter's hand with hers using all of the strength she could muster. “Think of it as my dying wish.”

Y/N continues to shake her head but this time her shoulders are shaking as sobs rake her body. “Don’t say that!”

Neither of them say anything as Y/N continues to cry at the predicament they are in. Her mother; old, frail, and dying and is begging her to do the one thing that Y/N loathes more than anything. She had fought all her life with her parents to be emancipated from their backwards traditions, live her life how she sees fit and make her own decisions accordingly.

“I know your father and I weren’t the perfect example of a happy couple and that you have witnessed things little girls your age shouldn’t have witnessed but we tried to be decent and put together for your and Tsukiko’s sake.”

Suddenly, the memories of her parents screaming at the top of their lungs, insulting each other with words that Y/N knew she wasn’t meant to hear, and her father harshly grabbing her mother’s upper arm until it bruised, all came flooding in that moment. She had bare witness to their flawed marriage.

“I won’t force you into an arranged marriage, but I won’t die happy knowing that my first and eldest daughter isn’t married.” Mamiko knows that she is guilty of manipulating her daughter into a marriage, especially by using her nearing death as leverage, however, she is certain that her daughter will one day find it in her heart to forgive her. And that’s why she pushes on with her dying wish.

“Your father and I have already found a suitable man-”

“You found someone behind my back?” Y/N unintentionally snorts at her mother as though she does not care. She is hurting and is scared of being blackmailed into marriage.

Mamiko withholds the urge to heavily sigh at her daughter and patiently explains herself. “Your marital status has been haunting us for years, we can’t just ignore the fact that our daughter wishes to remain single for the rest of her life.”

“And you can’t just respect my wishes, can you?”

Mamiko’s eyes seem to glass over and get shiny, she hesitates, yet still won’t back down. She was doing this for her daughter. “Stop being stubborn for once and listen to your mother.”

Y/N rolls her eyes as she humorlessly chuckles at her mother. She had done everything for her mother’s sake, sacrificed so much to make her happy. And the one time Y/N asks for the same in return, she is strongly denied of it.

Her mother’s coughing fit snaps Y/N out of her stupor and she hastily refills the glass with water and gives it to her. Perhaps it could be the works of her mother’s illness or the inevitable truth of her mother’s demise that has Y/N letting out a noiseless exhale, her shoulders sagging as she slumps into her seat.

“Fine.” She breathes out without bothering to hide her unhappiness. “I’ll get married.” She swallows the bile at the back of her throat.

Her mother casts a radiant smile her way and weakly reaches out to take her hand in hers. “Thank you.” She says sincerely, bringing Y/N’s hand to her lips and kissing it with difficulty.

“I’m sure you’ll come to love Levi, he will treat you right.”

When she hears that name and recognizes who he is, it feels like cold water is being dumped all over her and she shivers at the thought of a future being married to an expressionless and strict man. In that instance, she felt like she wanted to bolt and run away with a new identity. But for her mother’s sake, she puts on a brave smile and nods her head.

#levi x reader #zeke x reader #levi x y/n #zeke x y/n #aot imagines

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Mess Up

TimeTraveler!Son x Haikyuu!!

a/n: lmao im really sorry about this :’( this is just a brain dump and something i thought of while i was watching the stage play and i was thinking about it last night until i fell asleep

p.s. your son’s name is natsu in this one and hes an oc so dont be confused as to who this guy is 😂

summary: your son accidentally stumbles through time and the only way he can go back is if his mother and father get together. the only problem? he doesnt know who his father is

he,,,, messed up

that was clear the moment he woke up to a supposed bicycle accident in early morning when it shouldve been a car accident at the dead of night

lets take a flashback shall we

natsu came home after volleyball practice around 8 at night and he stumbled through the front door where he could smell the delicious food that you were cooking

‘ma! tadaima!’

he shouted and you peeked from the hallway with your blue apron and ladle and a close-eyed grin

‘okaeri, baby!’

his slippers padded across the wooden floors to go to the kitchen and watch as you stirred the miso soup

‘how was practice, dumpling?’

omg i would totally call my future kids that though

he shrugged, even though you couldnt see him, and went to the fridge to grab a bottled water before taking a sip

‘inter-high is coming up so captain’s been making us practice longer’

he answered then went to jump on the counter beside the stove so you could see him

he turned silent as he inspected your features and how youthful you still looked despite going through so many stressful times and hardships of raising your son alone

but he was really wondering what was exactly your purpose of being here since you rarely cooked for him due to being busy at work and therefore coming home late

‘ma, why are you here early?’

you noticeably stopped for a second before smiling, eyes shifting from the pot to him

‘i,,, have something to talk about with you’

natsu blinked then leaned against the wall and crossed his arms

‘is it something bad? but youre cooking my favorite so it must be something good. then again, it might be something bad but you want to be on my good side so youre bribing me with-’

‘natsu’

you softly called out to him and he stopped

you turned off the stove and shuffled to the side so you could stand in between his legs

no words were said as a sad look passed your eyes and you cupped his face, looking at him

‘youve grown so much, natsu. ma is sorry that she wasnt here to watch you grow. can you forgive me?’

natsu let out a confused sound and he placed his hands on top of yours from his face then quirked an eyebrow

‘ma, whats going on?’

he slowly asked

you continued to look through every feature of your son and grimaced slightly as his father’s stood out much more than you thought

‘come. lets eat while we talk’

dinner was tense

it was more of the tension coming from you and natsu being so worried and confused that he couldnt even eat his favorite

suddenly, he slammed his chopsticks to the table, fed up with the silence and genuinely worried by your behavior

‘ma, tell me whats wrong’

you winced and swallowed before shakingly placing your own utensils down and looking at a stain on the table from when he was 5 and accidentally spilled dye from his tye-dye activity

‘natsu, i,,,’

you drifted off but he gestured for you to continue

‘first off,,, i want you to know that i love you and that i only want what’s best for you. second,,, i hope you will go through with this because i,,, dont want you to bear this,,, this grudge for the rest of your life’

‘am i adopted?’

he demanded but you looked at him in shock

‘what? no! we literally have the same hair color and eyes, dumpling!’

then he let out a relieved sigh

‘thats the worst thing i thought of so i feel better now. come on, hit me’

you chuckled but went back to talking

‘your father,,, wants to meet you’

nope, that was actually the worst thing he heard

‘father? what, father?’

he couldnt stop the venom that dripped from his words and you flinched because you knew he would act like this

‘we bumped into each other at the airport,,,, he told me about,,, wanting to meet,, you’

you mumbled, now concentrating at your laced fingers

‘well, you can tell him to fck off because the feeling’s not mutual’

natsu growled then continued shoveling down his rice but you reached out and softly placed a hand on his arm and sent him a pleading look

‘darling, i-,,, i dont want to do this either. but this hatred for him-your anger- i dont want you to live with this! this might not show now but it will affect you in the future with a-a future family! he will drag you down but if you just--- just talk to him once! just once-’

natsu banged a fist on the table and you gasped at the sudden sound

‘HE WANTED YOU TO KILL ME’

he shouted, anger and rage reeking from his spot across you

‘HE LEFT YOU TO FEND FOR YOURSELF BECAUSE HE WAS TOO MUCH OF A DAMN COWARD TO OWN UP TO A CHILD HE HELPED MAKE. OH SO WHAT- ALL BECAUSE HE JUST WANTED TO SCREW? A FUN TIME THEN THROW YOU-US- AWAY? NAH, MA, WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT TO MEET SOMEONE WHO NEVER WANTED ME IN THE FIRST PLACE?’

you gulped because right now, you were able to see the similarity to his father

‘he just wants to see you-to talk to you’

‘BUT WHAT ABOUT ME? I DONT WANT TO SEE HIS FCKING FACE BECAUSE IF I DO, I MIGHT PLUMMET HIM TO THE GROUND’

‘natsu, please stop yelling at me’

you pleaded and he stared at you angrily but turned his gaze back to the chicken bites

‘every thought of him makes me angry so if i see him, i will lose every control i have. hes nothing but a stranger to me-wait, no, hes like dirt that deserves nothing but bad luck to come his way. its either he wanted me or cant have me. and he chose wrong so hes going to have live with it for the rest of his life and pretend i dont even exist. and thats that’

you ran your hands on your face then closed your eyes

‘natsu, you dont understand, we-- we were children! i was still a student! we didnt know,, we didnt know anything about babies! i-i feel like shite because i brought upon this rage in you towards him, your father! i want to make things right! to make peace!’

‘DO YOU THINK I NEVER SAW THE TIMES YOU SAT ON THIS SAME FCKING TABLE, LOOKING AT THE BANK ACCOUNT AND CRYING BECAUSE WE WOULDNT HAVE ENOUGH FOR FOOD TOMORROW? OR-OR WHEN YOU BEGGED-BEGGED- YOUR BOSS FOR MORE SHIFTS SO YOU COULD MAINTAIN A ROOF OVER OUR HEAD? YOU THINK I DONT SEE THAT SHITE?! BECAUSE I DO! I SEE IT AND IT STILL GIVES ME NIGHTMARES TO THIS DAY BECAUSE I COULDNT DO ANYTHING TO HELP YOU! I JUST SAT THERE AND LET YOU SUFFER IN SECRET BECAUSE I WAS JUST A CHILD! AND DO YOU KNOW WHO’S AT FAULT WITH ALL OF THIS?! HIM! HES THE REASON WHY YOU SHED EVERY BLOOD, EVERY SWEAT, AND EVERY TEAR! ITS BECAUSE OF HIM I NEVER SEE YOU BECAUSE YOURE BUSTING YOUR ASS AT WORK FOR ME! ITS BECAUSE OF HIM THAT I PLAY LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT SO I CAN BE SCOUTED AND EARN MONEY FOR US IN THE FUTURE! HIM! ALL HIM!’

angry tears were falling down his face and you stood up to hold him but he shot up

‘natsu-baby-please calm-’

‘WHO DOES THAT TO A CHILD’

his voice cracked and he hiccuped

‘IT DIGUSTS ME THAT I SHARE THE SAME BLOOD AS HIM AND I AM MADE WITH 50% OF HIM! AND I SEE THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYES BECAUSE I REMIND YOU OF HIM, DONT I? I HATE THAT! HE DID THAT TO YOU!’

you held on to him and tried to tell him to calm down because you knew how distructive he could be

‘I HATE HIM. AND I CANT BELIEVE YOURE TRYING TO CONVINCE ME TO SEE HIM. HOW COULD YOU’

maybe it mustve been the stress from midterms and the competitions but his heart was hammering and he could see nothing but red and feel nothing else but anger running through his veins

‘no, dumpling, youre misunderstanding because i-’

but he swatted your hand away, eyes staring at his shoes

‘i need to get away right now. just- i’ll be at katsuki’s house. dinner was good so thanks’

he mumbled and rushed to the hallway, picking up his gym bag and quickly slipping on his shoes

you ran to the door and held on to him

‘natsu we can talk this out! please! dont go! just stay-’

he shut his eyes to calm himself down before turning and giving you a soft kiss on your forehead

‘ill be back tomorrow. just let me go blow off some steam, kay, ma?’

but he didnt even give you an answer because he was already out the door

the walk from his apartment complex to katsuki’s house should’ve only taken nearly 10 minutes but he was so pre-occupied and distracted that he ended up missing the turns and ended up in an unfamiliar street

based on his surroundings, he was in the city but he remained his gaze on his shoes, just walking and walking, not stopping

this caused him to miss the stoplight and he was the only person who continued walking, the shouts and yells from the pedestrians falling deaf on his ears

but it finally opened up with a loud honking and a bright light that made him freeze in shock until it collided with him, sending him flying and falling unconscious

---

natsu groaned, not because of the pain but because of the bright light

‘oh god, i died and im going to the light’

he mumbled but a frantic shout made his eyes fully open up

‘NO DONT GO TO THE LIGHT! OH GOD! I JUST KILLED SOMEONE!’

natsu turned to the direction of the voice and he jumped then rolled over to get away but indeed, the pain from the collision stopped him

‘ugh’

he groaned and winced

‘hey, hey, you okay?’

the high-pitched voice asked and natsu raised his head to see the boy with orange hair kneeled down in front of him and hands hovering over him

‘i feel,,, ugh’

natsu sniffed and the boy helped him sit up so he could fully look around

‘where am i?’

he asked and the boy shuffled to kneel down beside him

‘japan. sendai. oh, im hinata shoyo by the way! so sorry i hit you with my bike!’

but natsu’s jaw dropped

‘hinata,,, shoyo?’

his eyes widened and he completely forgot about the pain as he stood on his feet, pointing at the tangerine

‘OLYMPICS!’

he shouted and he was getting scared, eyes drifting to everywhere and pacing in circles

‘did i,,,, no, that doesnt happen. damn izuku wouldnt shut up about doctor who. its not possible, just not! right?!’

hinata was now panicked and thought he really messed up the guy in the head because the h/c boy was now walking in circles, murmuring angrily, and face switching expressions every millisecond

‘oh my god, i need to take you to the hospital! i messed you up!’

hinata frantically grabbed his phone but natsu jumped and grabbed the device

‘no. no, its fine. i just-,,,, i dont remember anything’

natsu played and hinata’s eyes got even wider

‘OH MY GOD I REALLY DID SOMETHING WORSE!’

but natsu placed his hands on his idol’s shoulders to calm him down

‘no hospital, no needles, no medics. just,,, call your emergency contact or something’

it was quite funny that the victim had to console the cause of the accident but hinata nonetheless complied and hit the call button

‘your mom?’

natsu asked but hinata shook his head

‘no. my team manager, l/n y/n. she’d know what to do’

but natsu’s brain exploded

‘l/n,,,, y/n?’

my ma?

oh god i really did mess up

this is going to be a whole mess and i can already feel it but yanno what? imma just go with the flow and go through with your guys’ thoughts and ideas so in a way, you can control (??) the story?? idk i really dont know what im doing but i just needed to put this into writing bc ive been thinking about it since i woke up. also, do you think i should write this in a headcanons way or normal writing way?

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feeling-uncomfy · 3 years

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LOV HEADCANNONS BECAUSE THEY'RE SO AMAZING LIKE- A A H

[Half realistic because I really hurt my own feelings last time I'd rather not cry-]

[Mild sexual themes are included,]

First off, I just wanna say that when they move around from base to base, Kurogiri is on standby because Twice always forgets something. Always.

Mr. Compress has marbled something and then lost the marble, then un-marbled it only for the couch to be flipped because "oops I forgot it was big"

Spinner goes into hibernation like Asui during winters and didn't tell anyone to keep up his "cool guy" facade and almost froze to death during a solo mission during winter

It took three hours to find him, and he was buried under snow, half frozen, Dabi found him

Dabi is the Bakugo of the group, if that makes sense

He says he doesn't care but his big brother instincts are always there and he takes care of the league like they're his little siblings

Shigaraki and Spinner are gamer bfs. I don't make the rules

They met on a game before the league became a thing and ended up actually being gamer boyfriends, then they met and hated each other.

They were texting each other "I love you" while glaring at each other from across the room unaware that they were texting almost in sync

Twice cant sleep unless he's hugging something, and his hugs are to die for, so the league takes turns being his cuddle buddy and helping him sleep

Shigaraki only hugs Spinner because he cant out all five fingers on a single scale meaning no disintegration

Dabi has to literally fight Spinner into getting warmer clothes for winter

It's an unspoken rule that if Mr. Compress is sleeping, you have to keep the volume down, and try not to wake him up

Thia started when Toga pointed out to Twice that she'd never seen Mr. Compress sleep at the base, and he was always here

Twice made it his mission to keep Mr. Compress asleep for as long as possible during the day/night. And everyone just sorta joined in

Giran, I love him, but he's probably a pervert. And Twice, a loving himbo, hasn't realised that yet, we all know where this is going.

Toga and Magne went with Twice to a meeting with Giran and it ended abruptly when Toga slammed a knife down onto the table and Magne led Twice out because Giran was getting a little touchy

The league don't let Twice and Giran have much alone time, no matter how much Twice tries to convince them he's good

Also, speaking of himbo Twice, he's the first person in the league to meet Tokoyami outside of hero and villain work

Hawks got caught up in the moment, he was just so damn proud of Tokoyami and ranted to Twice about what had happened

Twice got curious and ended up accidentally stalking Tokoyami and ran into him in the mall while on a class trip.

Tokoyami was actually looking for Shouji(as mentioned the headcannon about Sho wandering) and ran into Twice, who found Shouji first

Tokoyami recognised Twice from the photos Hawks had of him on file and sprinted over

Twice and Shouji were just talking, well- it was mostly Twice and Shouji was listening politely

Tokoyami excused them and Twice lit up and talked about what Tokoyami had done and said he should be proud and Tokoyami was like "...oh- um-"

Anyways, Tokoyami dragged Shouji off and Twice went back to base, happily telling Shigaraki all about the encounter with the two of them

ALSO- Moonfish has never forgotten about the summer camp, or the flesh. Just saying.

Toga stalks everyone in class 1A. Mainly Uraraka, Asui, Todoroki and Midoryia. She stalked Shouji because she's still mad about the summer camp and Tokoyami at Mr. Compress's request

Toga sends them all letters, most are kinda harmless, some are borderline scary

Magne taught Spinner how to paint nails and do makeup and he puts it to good use after.. Overhoe

After that whole fiasco, Twice was completely blank for the next week or so. He barley left Mr. Compress's side, face blank and unmoving.

The league had never seen him so down before. So unenthusiastic, he normally bounced back from these things but...

Dabi got him to spill and Twice sobbed for a solid hour before being able to even breathe properly

Dabi hugged him through the whole thing, letting him let it all out

Spinner helped Toga through it, both of them closer to Magne

Mr. Compress hated his arm for the first while, because he couldn't feel shit and was too strong for his own good

Shigaraki kept a close eye on the people Toga stalked, for some reason

He himself left a letter to Midoryia and Tokoyami, Midoryia's was just a threat and Tokoyami's was an apology and an offer to join the league

Aziawa burned both.

Mr. Compress has accidentally stolen 1A kids before, totally an "accident"

Shigaraki and Dabi both made him give them back, but one time he actually forgot he did it and lost the marble

He assumed it was something else and un-compressed it only for Shouji to pop up in the living room

Spinner screamed and Twice jumped up and yelled about a ghost

Toga laughed her ass off and Dabi and Shigaraki raced to kill Compress first.

Compress assured them he could get the kid back in time and Shouji started freaking out because he was going to be late for school, even though upon closer inspection he seemed sick.

Shigaraki glared at Compress and Toga hopped up with a knife, and said she had an idea

So that's how Toga got into UA, Shouji was stuck with the league, before he could do anything about it he puked, so there really was no getting out of it

Dabi, Compress and Kurogiri took one look at the kid and went "fuck" and Twice almost puked at the smell(same Twice)

Kurogiri got Twice and Compress to go get medicine while Dabi went to get a thermometer and blankets while Shigaraki screamed about the carpet

Shouji was stuck on the couch for the rest of the day, and when Toga came back, melting back into herself, she flopped next to Sho and complained about the fact that a building was dropped on her

That made everyone go "nANI THE FUCK-"

Shouji just pat her head and went "Yeah I get it, you get used to it" making Dabi go "oh hell no" and plan a murder

Shouji didn't get better for a few days, getting knocked down by the sickness and once he was deemed "okay" by the league, it had been a week

Toga came home a little early, covered in blood and tears, making everyone jump

When asked what was wrong, Toga wiped her eyes and walked over to Shouji and went "You've been gone for a week and no one's noticed anything different! Do they really not care about you?!"

Shigaraki's head snapped up, Spinner choked on his cereal and Shouji went tense. No one moved for a while

Shouji stood up, said something about fresh air and walked away, Twice followed him

Shouji was in tears, making Twice feel awful and hugged him.

Oops- I didn't mean to rant about that, I'm gonna cut it off before it goes too far-

Dabi and Spinner dye their hair together, I just think Spinner's hair is dyed idk why

Twice and Hawks almost, ALMOST had a fling, but Dabi walked in and went "not today satan" and dragged Hawks away

Dabi doesn't trust Hawks, at all. Never had, never will.

So he snitches and tells Shigaraki about Tokoyami, and now if Hawks puts a toe out of line Shigaraki leans back and asks Dabi to do something, and all he needs to do is ignite his palm for Hawks to get the message

Tokoyami isn't oblivious to the threats sent his way, often when he sneezes random he looks up and goes "someone's talking about me-" and Asui and Shouji would be confused

At one point, Hawks had fucked up a mission and gotten Compress hurt, and during his next patrol with Tokoyami, Dabi followed them the whole time, and when they were in a crowd, Tokoyami was grabbed by the shoulder by Dabi, the news crew didn't get thr conversation, but they only assumed it was bad when Hawks froze and yelled "don't you dare-!"

Tokoyami was shoved to the ground and Dabi disappeared through a portal. Tokoyami was frozen, having heard the whole thing and was effectively confused.

Hawks kept a closer eye on Tokoyami from that day forward

The class did as well, all worried about their classmate

Stain, when he was around, often found himself following 1A outside of class, as he wanted to see who was considered a "hero" and who wasn't

When he was arrested, they found a list with all the names of the students in class 1A and 1B, most were crossing out, only a few were circled in green pen

On the back, it had those students addresses, with a "train the next generation" written beside it

No one wants to know what was meant by that. The names were not given to the public, but the school went into lockdown just in case

[That's it for now, they're all over the place, I know]

#boku no hero academia #bnha league of villains

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goose-books · 3 years

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stars: an excerpt from act 2 of darkling [image credit] word count: 1.3k aka: the most holiday-appropriate excerpt darkling has. by which i mean it takes place sort of near christmas & doesn’t make me feel like a crying cat image

context: this takes place about three years before canon (in the text it’s a flashback!); jasper goes to boarding school & only really comes home for the summers and for winter break. cw for misgendering a few times

Vee’s - fifteen when he gets his license; no, sixteen, seventeen maybe - no. It has to be sixteen; fifteen’s too young and Jasper isn’t Jasper yet; seventeen is when it starts to hurt, really hurt, every day. Sixteen is chess and the cane as a friend, not an enemy. And the car keys. Sixteen is the car keys.

He plans it out two weeks ahead of time, in December when his school break overlaps with Jasper coming home - pulls out his little school assignment book, notes down when Dad’s driving to work, when Dad’s working from home, when they’ll be expected to show up at some public Christmas event, what the weather forecast says. “You really think she wants to go sit in the cold and look at stars with you?” Dad says. Not like it’s an attack; more like it’s never occurred to him. Vee should correct him on the pronouns (Vee’s been practicing, even if Dad hasn’t), but he doesn’t, just tilts his head and says, “But I can have the car, right?,” gets a nod and a skeptical eye-roll in response.

He picks three days before Christmas. They leave around eight, when it’s already dark. It’s also cold. Really cold. “This is your plan?” Jasper grumbles as he flips the seat-warmer on. “To go outside? Right now?”

Vee is - Vee is feeling some regret already. He is having some second thoughts. He is shaking like a battery-powered children’s toy, even inside the car. But goddamnit, he made a plan. “Trust me,” he says, trying to tug his gloves on with his teeth so he can keep one hand on the wheel. “It’s gonna be good. Just trust me.”

Jasper arches his eyebrows, but he doesn’t say anything. Just pulls his slush-glazed shoes up onto Dad’s nice leather upholstery.

It’s a fifteen-minute drive - out of Dovermorry proper, up the winding mountain roads at the very edges of the city. Vee spends most of it trying not to think about, and thus thinking about, how weird it is that he only sees his sibling every few months. It’s not like Jasper goes off to school and comes back a different person. No dye jobs; no piercings. He looks the same as he did when he left at the end of the summer, right down to the loose unruly curls he brushes out of his eyes. That’s what makes it so weird. Behind those bright eyes are four months spent somewhere Vee will never be, with people Vee will never meet, and sure, Vee still texts him, still reads his emails, but he barely gets any information out of that. It’s like there’s another layer of Jasper’s world, one Vee doesn’t have. Jasper told them about his new name over the summer, but Vee’s seen the comments on his Instagram posts. No one from his school has called him Circe since April.

“You have your license,” Jasper says, looking straight ahead.

“Yeah,” Vee says, swerving sharply around a branch that looms out of the road’s darkness.

Jasper looks at him sideways. “I don’t know if you should.”

“Dad says I’ll get better.” Vee ducks his head to hide his sheepish smile, but he doesn’t miss Jasper’s snicker.

The wheels whir over the road. Driving in the snow makes him nervous; up here the roads aren’t paved half as well. Still. They’re almost there.

“He’s gonna put Circe on my Christmas presents,” Jasper says, very flatly.

It’s too dark in the car to make out his face, even if Vee felt comfortable taking his eyes off the road, which he doesn’t. He feathers the brake, edges around a snowdrift encroaching on the sheer black pavement. He knows what he’s supposed to say. I’ll talk to him. (He won’t. He’s tried; he gets tongue-tied.) He just needs some time to get used to it. (He knows very well how stupid Jasper will find that.) It’s not like he’s going to lie, either. Dad is going to put Circe on Jasper’s Christmas presents.

“Well,” Vee says, biting his lip, “I won’t.”

They drive the last half mile in silence.

When they stop, they can just barely see the lights of Dovermorry glittering over the ridge. Up here, up higher in the mountains, it’s dark-dark. Real dark, not city dark. Vee unlocks the car, takes his cane with him when he steps out, comes around to the passenger side and opens Jasper’s door. Not out of gentlemanliness so much as a fear that Jasper won’t move.

He does move - albeit with a hiss of, “God, it’s cold as shit out here.” Still, when Vee’s cane slips on a patch of ice under the snow, Jasper catches his arm with ease, unpanicked, unrushed, and Vee steadies himself and smiles at him and gets a quick-flashed smile in return.

They leave the car and walk up the road, footsteps crunching crisply in the fresh snow, until they round the bend and the hills block out the last bit of city-light. Jasper’s a step behind, blowing on his hands, and Vee catches the moment when his face changes - when he looks up and sees the sky bursting with stars above them.

If there’s one advantage to living in the mountains, to standing above the rest of the world, a city closed off with its nose turned up - it’s this. The clear sky, dark and rich as paint, pinpricked with white light. The thousands on thousands on thousands of stars, like sugar spilled across dark cloth.

Up here above the city it’s like there’s nothing else. It’s like the heavens could swallow the world.

Vee stays silent as long as he can. Then, finally: “It’s crazy, right?”

“Yeah,” Jasper breathes, head tilted back, lips parted. “Oh my God.”

Vee could say more - about how he was just driving around, just trying to practice with the car, just trying to get out of the house for a little because when Dad isn’t there it’s far too large. How he found the place by accident. How he sat on the hood of the car until he lost track of time, sat back and stared at the swirling stars until his teeth chattered. How he doesn’t want to show anyone else except the two of them. How places get less lovely when everyone knows about them.

But he doesn’t need to. He thinks Jasper knows that already. Anyway, it’s enough standing here, surrounded by stars, glowing with them, reflecting them, watching Jasper stare up at the sky.

“Perseus, there,” he says after a few moments, pointing. Jasper side-steps closer, interlocks their arms. “And Aries. That line there.”

“Where?”

“Those ones.” Vee traces a line in the sky with one fingertip.

“How the hell is it a deer?”

Vee isn’t very good at judging when Jasper is joking. He ventures a sideways look. He doesn't think it’s a joke. “Come on.”

Mimicked back: “Come on.”

“It’s a ram.”

“Whatever,” Jasper says, rolling his eyes heavenward. “Sure as shit doesn’t look like a ram, either, Vee.”

“But people saw one,” Vee says, and he draws out the path with his finger, imagines connections sparking between each star. “To the point where - where we’re still seeing it. However many years after. You know?”

Jasper doesn’t say anything. But he sets his head, very lightly, on Vee’s shoulder.

They both have thick coats on; the touch doesn’t itch like it usually does. Besides, Vee’s so cold he doubts he’d feel it anyway, layers or not. So he steps a little closer, so Jasper can lean on him, and they tip their heads back and gaze up at the sky and Vee feels like he could drink the whole night, like they’re both glittering with constellations.

They stand there for five, ten, fifteen minutes - Vee doesn’t know. Just until he can’t take it anymore, until he says through chattering teeth, “You wanna go back and turn the car heater on?” and Jasper says, “Oh, my God, yes.”

He doesn’t run ahead, though. He keeps their arms linked - Jasper on one side, Vee’s cane on the other - and they scramble back as fast as Vee can, and then they turn the car on and sit in it parked and hold their hands over the heater and shiver and laugh.

#max.txt #darkling tag #vee greenwood #jasper greenwood #griffin greenwood #now this excerpt does not make me feel like the crying cat image. but you know what does.#editing this & then going directly to writing the next chapter of act six :(#max actually writes

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secretaccountt · 3 years

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SKZ Roommate Headcanon

(Not me getting lazy towards the end 😞✋)

Felix

•100% always wants to cuddle

•He sends you memes at 3 AM

•”have you seen this one”

•”yes Felix, go to bed”

•definitely also ft you and tells you he misses you even though he’s a room away

•he’s clingy asf 🤭

•Scares the fuck out of you with that voice 🤩

•But you secretly love it

•PILLOW FIGHTS!

•Fortnite dances to distract you from homework

•”Felix please I have to finish this”

•”Just watch this one more”

•Everyone just assumes either you like him or he likes you

•You’re just really close friends

•You both joke about getting married in front of everyone to play into their suspicions

•You end up actually falling for him

•He always practices singing in front of you for criticism

•He teaches you piano

•Bakes all the time

•says yeet a lot

•He always asks you to do his makeup

•in return he does yours

•You play with his hair a lot

•HIS PONYTAILS

•You both stay up at crazy hours in each others rooms just talking

•expect picnics all the time

•Video games are a must for you two

•he’s very competitive

•you sit between his legs while he brushes your hair

•He loves all the compliments you give him

•You count his freckles when you’re bored

•”Y/N what are you doing”

•”Counting the stars”

•You watch him practice dancing with the other members

•sings you to sleep

•”CAN WE GET A DOG??!”

•Felix being the best roommate and friend you could ever ask for

Bang Chan

•He always switches between speaking Korean and English to you

•”Shit I forgot you can’t understand”

•You usually join his lives because the fans secretly love you more

•You see Chan as an older brother

•Arguments but not big ones because he has a temper 🤭

•”Chan the WiFi-“

•”I CAN’T CONTROL THE WIFI”

•Him giving you advice whenever you need it

•and when you don’t

•He makes you breakfast in bed

•Expect The Weeknd to be playing in his room at all times

•He tries teaching you Korean

•sings you to sleep like Felix

•daily runs

•”I’m tired Chan”

•”Keep going!”

•teases you about your crushes

•he gives his fans more attention than you but that’s okay because they give you more attention

•Stay ship you two together

•This is funny to you but not to him

•He wakes you up at like 5 AM everyday

•”Fuck off Christopher”

•over protective

•Has a billion pictures of you in his gallery

•you swear your mother had another kid and didn’t tell you because you and Chan are definitely siblings

•You’re not actually siblings-

Changbin

•Your house is always clean

•He almost never wears shirts with sleeves

•He catches you staring at his arms a lot

•”like what you see?”

•”Shut up Changbin”

•Lots of blushing-

•from you

•Walks out the bathroom after a shower in nothing but a towel

•Teases you about how blushy you are

•saying you wanted him was one way to put it

•Kills you with that damn smirk 🧎‍♀️

•Shows you new raps he wrote

•you usually sit in the studio 3racha

•you touch his biceps a lot

•you always compliment his singing because it surprises you

•”I’m a rapper, y/n!”

•”well you should be part of vocal racha!”

•He secretly loves the compliments even though he say’s he doesn’t

•You and him challenge each other to rap battles

•He always wins

•sometimes he lets you win

•Third wheeling him and Felix when they hang out

•”I exist”

•”we know”

•Gives you all his attention at home because he feels bad

•”Forgive me Y/n he means nothing”

•You laugh at his stupid jokes but you love him none the less

•You two eventually kiss by accident though

•You went to turn your head when he leaned over your shoulder to see what you were making not realizing how close he was

•it wasn’t really a kiss but your lips touched

•You both pulled away extremely red

•Changbin initiated it after coming to he actually kissed you this time

•You were surprised but kissed back

•Let’s just say after that you both gave into the tension and gave up your ability to walk for a while 🤗

•Both of you became more than just roommates

Hyunjin

•drama queen

•Likes cuddling!!!!

•Say’s he doesn’t

•you third wheel him and Kkami

•Lots of bed sharing

•you bully him for kissing Kkami

•”Shut up he’s a better kisser than you”

•”want me to prove you wrong”

•He’d run screaming from that

•you play with his hair because it’s so soft

•Kkami is more of a third roommate than a pet with him

•you’re surprised he doesn’t trip over himself with his long ass legs

•you enjoy watching him dance though

•Both of you watch dramas but he gets WAY too into it

•He ends up crying hugging a pillow

•yells at the tv a lot

•showers a lot

•comes out in only a towel

•mesmerized by his dancing still

•he 100% gives you weird looks when he catches you staring

•”Stoooop I don’t get you”

•Buying him americanos so he can sing and do his little dancy dance

•He spills it like he always does

•Cries about it

•a big baby

•even worse because you baby him

Jisung

•Talks about Lee Know all the time

•100% has his clothes all over his floor

•including the bathroom, living room and any other room

•”JISUNG YOUR CLOTHES AGAIN”

•”THIS IS THE 12TH TIME TODAY”

•you being done with him 99% of the time

•you both chase each other around the house

•Pillow fights! (Like Felix)

•you’re both children

•he sings a lot to you

•you cook for him

•”My mom always said marry someone like you”

•”JISUNG”

•Loud asf

•even louder when Changbin and Chan are over

•Surprisingly a good cook

•somehow burns toast though

•he can’t make toast for some reason

•”you literally cooked a whole dinner and can’t even make toast??!”

•”toast is hard!”

•you tease him about his obvious crush on Lino

•”I don’t like him!”

•”Do too!”

•usually ends with him being all blushy and huffs while walking away

•You give him and Lino the “look” when they’re both near

•Changbin and you then tease them together

•Lino doesn’t mind the teasing but Jisung hates it

Lee Know

•talks about Jisung all the time

•walks out the bathroom naked

•”LINO!”

•”what?”

•never a boring day with him

•DANCING DANCING DANCING DANCING

•He comes out to you

•”No way me too!”

•Being besties

•Death stares anyone who’s mean to you

•Kicks anyone’s ass if they are mean to you

•over protective

•don’t ever hang with him and Jisung without a fourth person because you will not exist

•Not really he includes you when he remembers

•Dinner “dates”

•expect Jisung to come to a lot of them

•You try getting them together

•it kinda works

•In return he tries getting you with Changbin

•also kinda works

Seungmin

•a giant puppy!

•cuddles!

•He sings to you

•you enjoy seeing him smile

•you’re the reason he smiles

•caring for each other a lot

•like extreme levels of care

•comes into your room at night and lays with you

•could lay with him for hours

•counting stars in the sky at night

•runs inside screaming and laughing when it rains

•”we could kiss in the-“

•“NO!”

•”Joking!”

•He’s the cutest

•you sit on his lap a lot but just because you like when he plays with your hair

•Movie nights almost every night

•sometimes you invite over the others

•He posts you on stray kids Instagram a lot

•Get’s in trouble for doing it

•he doesn’t care and still continues to do it

•Has a lot of pictures of you

•admires you a lot

Jeongin

•Has a big crush on you

•you see him as a brother

•that doesn’t last long

•You’re both like middle schoolers with crushes on each other

•you get shy around each other

•skin care routines together 🤩

•you help him dye his hair

•”your hair is fried”

•”We don’t talk about it”

•His family loves you

•no one is surprised when you two start dating

•Still get shy around each other

•A lot of hand holding!

•Secretly really fit

•You help him with his school work

•he still doesn’t do it

•fails school but somehow still passes

•”Jeongin you were supposed to pass....”

•”I still graduated!”

•You two being soulmates

Woojail

•You’d never live with him 🤩

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #lee felix #changbin #bang chan #lee know #skz x reader #jeongin #hyunjin #seungmin #jisung #skz fanfic

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deiitaelric · 3 years

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Soulmates bakudeku / kirikami au part 10

Part 9

“What’s your problem?” Denki inquired, frowning.

“Listen. I don’t know what’s going on but Kirishima was looking at you the same way you look at him. It’s just… He seemed….” Katsuki falter and Denki interrupted him, yelling.

“WHAT?”

“Shut up! I don’t know, I’m confused, but I don’t think you should just make out with the first guy you see. At least not in front of him”

“I’m hurt and I need comfort. And what the fuck? Why are you doing this? You know how I feel, and you come to me with this?! He’s Midoriya’s soulmate. I saw the stain!”

“I know Kami, but we don’t know what’s going on, just…”

“No, shut up! Fuck off!” Denki pushed him and left. Katsuki sighed, sitting again on the stairs.

“He’s drunk, huh?” Kirishima said beside him.

“No, he’s not. He’s just…” But Katsuki didn’t finish the response.

“Are you mad at him?” Katsuki didn’t answered. “Hey, don’t worry. I think he was being silly. I don’t think he‘d do anything with that guy or anything”

“Like I care. It’s his fucking problem. I advised him, if he doesn’t want to listen and do whatever, that’s his funeral!”

Kirishima frowned, thinking. Katsuki wasn’t mad with Denki after the latter flirted with another guy right in front of him? Well, maybe his relationship was that way. Or yeah, they could be not dating at all. But one thing was clear…

Me: “They’re not soulmates” The redhead texted to Izuku.

Mido: “What?”

Me: “What you read. Some random dude asked Denki and he said he doesn’t have a stain”

Mido: “I’m happy for you”

Mido: “Flirt a little”

Me: “He went away”

Me: “Come back”

Mido: “Fine”

Kirishima sighed and Katsuki looked at him out of the corner of the eye. “You good?”

“I’m fine”

“Good” Katsuki brushed his eye one moment and suddenly stopped dead. “Fuck,” he hissed as he looked at the back of his fingers, two of which were streaked with eyeliner. “Fuck!” The blonde dug one hand thought his pockets for his phone and tried to use the screen as a mirror, but he couldn’t see shit.

“Let me see” Kirishima said, leaning towards him. Katsuki turned to face him.

“Did I make a mess?”

“A little. But I can fix it” Kirishima searched for a tissue inside his pockets and focused on the blonde again. “Oh. May I? You could look for a bathroom and do it yourself. Or I can go find Kaminari”

“I don’t care. If you can fix it, just do it”

“Uh. Okay” Kirishima started to wipe up the smudged eyeliner with care as to not smear the good part. He was trying to not touch Katsuki, but eventually he raised the other hand and hesitated a little.

“God, what are you afraid of,” the blonde asked, grasping Kirishima’s hand.

“Nothing, it’s just… you don’t let anybody touch you” Kirishima tilted Katsuki's face with a steady hand, eyeing his handiwork.

“Well, it doesn’t matter anymore”

“Why?” Katsuki moved his eyes to find the source of the voice, though he already knew whose voice it was. Izuku stood a couple feet from the steps, looking at them, with the hoodie folded over his arms. Katsuki didn’t answer.

“Hm. Well. I think it’s okay now” Kirishima pronounced, mostly to fill the uncomfortable silence. He released Katsuki and looked at both eyes from further away. “Yeah, looks good”

“Thanks”

“It’s nothing. Maybe you should go find Kaminari?”

“Fuck him. It’s him who’s mad at me” Katsuki blurted, pushing himself to his feet and walking a little ways away. Izuku approached the redhead.

“What happened?” Izuku tried to focus on his roommate, and not the brooding blonde’s back.

“I don’t know. Denki got upset about something Bakugou said and left”

Izuku stayed quiet a moment, though when he spoke next he couldn’t quite hold back the bitterness that tingled his voice. “You touched him”

“Yeah, I… I tried not to, but…”

“How is it? No, I don’t… nevermind” Izuku shook his head.

“You know, he seems okay with touching now. Maybe you should try, just so you can stop thinking about it”

“If he feels like I think he does, I’ll never be able to stop thinking about it. I think it hurts enough already, thanks”

“You can’t stop thinking about it either way” Kirishima sighed. Izuku looked at him sarcastically, but the despair he was suppressing fought its way onto his face. The redhead patted Izuku’s shoulder. “Go. Try. I think I’ll go track down Denki”

Kirishima had just gotten to his feet when he spotted the second blonde approaching. He trotted towards him as Izuku shuffled anxiously towards Katsuki.

“Hey, you okay?” The redhead asked, stopping about two feet in front of Denki.

“I’m fine, just…” Denki looked up at Kirishima. The boys had stopped in a shaft of light from a floodlight by the pool, and Denki found himself studying the redhead’s face. Those beautiful red eyes with that little scar he had to overcome the urge to not touch almost every time he see it. His kind little smile filled with those pointy teeth he wanted so badly to be bitten by. And his spiky hair, which… “Your hair… it looks redder?”

“Oh, yeah, I have dyed it again last week, the color was fading. Are you sure you’re fine? You seemed pretty upset earlier”

“He was just trying to help me, but I can’t be helped” Denki reached a hand and pulled his fingers through Kirishima’s spikes to remake some of them. “You look cool” He let his hand dropped and smiled shyly. “Sorry” The blonde hugged himself, rubbing his arms.

“Don’t worry” Kirishima smiled. “Are you cold?” Denki nodded. “Do you want the hoodie?” Before the blonde could answer, Kirishima was already unzipping it.

“No, no, keep it, I have my own somewhere else. So, did you dye it yourself?” Denki continued rubbing his biceps, feeling goosebumps under his fingers.

“Yeah. Midoriya helped me this time, but he’s such a disaster. He spilled with dye on both of us. Hey, just take it” Kirishima slid the jacket off his shoulders and was sliding it down his arms when Kaminari grabbed the fabric and pulled it back over his shoulders.

“Keep it” the blonde insisted. He then stopped dead as Kirishima’s words finally processed. Wait. Was the red mark on Izuku’s leg hair dye?

“I’ll go grab yours, then”

“Wait!” Kaminari snagged Kirishima’s sleeve, making him stop. “Did you say…?”

“What?”

“Was he wearing shorts?”

“That’s… yeah? He ended up with red blotches on both legs. He’s still blaming me”

Denki smiled wide. Kirishima smiled back; he didn’t know what Kaminari was smiling for, but he couldn’t help it.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just… Midoriya said it was totally your fault because you couldn’t stop squirming”

“How dare he? Has he spoken badly about me to you?”

“No, no, don’t worry!” And Denki laughed. Kirishima’s eyes brightened. Denki shivered at the cold and brushed his arms once again.

“Hey, I uh… I noticed that you’re hugging a lot of people tonight,” Kirishima started, examining his shoes intently, “and you don't want the hoodie and don't want me to go grab yours…” He grabbed the sides of the hoodie, opened it, inviting Denki to hug him under it. “You wanna share?”

Denki smiled shyly, cheeks slightly pink, and took a step forward. Denki felt like melting, feeling the warmth of Kirishima’s body, wrapping his arms around his torso and laying his head over the redhead’s shoulder.

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Izuku sat beside Katsuki, who was standing to the side, scowling at nothing. They stayed silent for several minutes.

“Why did you ask why?” The blonde asked without looking at him.

“Huh?”

“Earlier. Why did you ask why?”

“When you said it doesn’t matter anymore?” Katsuki didn’t answer, so Izuku assumed he was correct. “Are you serious? We have known each other since forever and you did care all this time. Why don’t you care anymore?”

“I just don’t wanna talk about it”

Izuku sighed but got up and approached the blonde. “And you’re okay with this with everyone or only with a few?”

Katsuki looked at him, founding piercing green eyes. Izuku took another step at him. And then they heard Kaminari yelling.

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“What’s my number today?”

“Hm?” Denki muttered against Kirishima’s shoulder.

“In your hugging records”

“Oh, you’re the eleventh, but two of them were Midoriya and Bakugou, so…”

“Hmm. By the way, are you… and Bakugou having… something?”

“What? No!” Denki stepped back and their arms brushed each other inside the hoodie. They felt something weird and both flinched back. Denki saw how a red, little, pretty stain bloom on his forearm, near the elbow, and he covered it with a hand. “WHAT!?”

Izuku and Katsuki turned to look at him.

Denki looked up at Kirishima, whose eyes were wide and fixed on him. The redhead took off the hoodie and looked at the inside of his arm, close to the inside part of the elbow. A little electric yellow stain was there. He touched it, rubbing it in disbelieve. “Denki?”

“Are we soulmates?!”

“Are we?”

“We are!” Denki threw himself at Kirishima, who picked him up in an enthusiastic hug.

“What the actual fuck?” Katsuki blurted beside Izuku.

“They’re soulmates! Oh my, that’s great”

Katsuki took a step away when he saw how Izuku was reaching a hand to touch him. And Izuku stopped dead; he didn’t mean to do that. Suddenly Katsuki took the hoodie of Izuku’s hands and put it on, taking another step away.

“Hey, what happens?” Izuku inquired.

“I don’t know what the fuck is happening. I thought he was your soulmate”

“What? Who? Kirishima?” He took a step forward and Katsuki took one back. “Wha- why did you think that?”

“You had a stain”

“What?” Izuku shook his head, confused. Katsuki lowered his view toward Izuku’s knees and Izuku looked down at himself. “Oh, that? That was hair dye. I was helping Kirishima and... Wait. Did you think…?”

Katsuki just turned and started walking away, lips in a tight line. What the fuck? Hair dye? So Izuku hadn't found shit.

Izuku grabbed his clothes to make him stop. “Kacchan, what’s happening?!”

“Don’t touch me!” Katsuki freed himself and left, leaving Izuku behind. Katsuki didn’t know if he was feeling relief or more scared than ever. They had been so close they could have been touched by accident. Izuku was actually so close to touching him on purpose. It could’ve been the end.

Izuku kept looking at his friend walking away. He felt awful and jealous. What’s with him? Was he angry with Kaminari? Were they dating after all? But they didn’t have stains, so… Had Kacchan been fine with touching people only because he had thought he, Izuku, had already found his soulmate? So the problem was still Izuku. The boy clenched his hands in fist and headed to the exit.

“Kats, where are you? Are you with Midoriya?” Denki was on the phone, as well as Kirishima. Both Katsuki and Izuku had disappeared and they were trying to locate them.

“It was hair dye…”

“Yeah, I know! Are you not relieved?”

“I… I don’t know… I feel…” Katsuki’s eyes watered, and even if he tried not to, he sobbed.

Denki sounded worried at the other end of the line. “Hey, where are you? I’ll go to you and we can go home, okay?”

“No, just… Stay with Kirishima. I’m happy for you, enjoy the night”

“No, bro, no way. Tell me where you are”

“Really, you don’t have to-”

“Katsuki. Where. Are. You”

Katsuki told him and five minutes later Denki was there, comforting him without making questions.

Part 11

#bakudeku #bkdk #kirikami #krkm #bakudeku fic #kirikami fic #angst #soulmates #au

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jennygirl2014 · 3 years

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Birthday Cake~Chapter 2

Summary: Humiliated beyond belief, y/n now has to face her boss after the incident. She isn't sure which to be more worried about, Tony firing her or hiding from Steve for the rest of her life.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, sexual themes, swearing, fantasizing

The sound of that incessant mocking laughter haunted you, adding insult to injury. Such a stupid prank, with such devastating results. Most of which were at your own expense. You heard it thumping in your ears as you drove home, trying to keep yourself from crying or dying of embarrassment.

Ha ha… ha ha… ha ha….

You got home and peeled yourself out of your clothes, threw them right into the washing machine and tried to relax in your tub. You had to sort through it all, somehow. It was a mistake, that was never supposed to happen, you meant well. You had no idea what you were going to walk into, literally. In your defense, you did knock. He just didn’t answer. Of course, breaking in wasn’t the smartest thing to do.

It was Tony’s idea in the first place. And it was his stupid prank that added to the humiliation. What if Steve called up Tony and let him know what happened? He couldn’t fire you for doing what he told you to do, right? You were just a victim of Tony’s antics. But the real victim, by far, was Steve. How were you going to face him after that? How were you going to move on after such a tragedy? Yes, you had imagined seeing him doing that before, but you would have never actually tried to see it for yourself. The image was stuck in your head, him standing there with that look of complete shock and invasion on his face. And even more, those muscular thighs, his large hand…

Aside from the shock, and humiliation, your curiosity was getting the best of you. You saw what was on the screen in front of him, but your mind carried on further. What kind of video was it? What was he into? Big asses? Girl on girl? Oh God, could Steve Rogers be watching girl on girl action? Why would that be shocking? Most men did. Despite being Captain America, he was still a man, he still had needs. But he could get any girl he wanted, why was he wasting time watching videos? He was a modest and introverted kind of guy, and definitely not the kind of guy to go out looking to fulfill his appetite.

You groaned, trying not to let your mind wander too far into those dirty depths. Everything about what happened was wrong. And you were going to be the one getting burnt for it. You looked down at the water in the tub and saw more bits of cake floating and, of course, a copious amount of glitter floating around. Jesus, how much glitter was in that box? You would be finding it in every nook and cranny of your car for months. It was probably still in your hair. You were marked. Like when bank robbers break open a bag of money and get sprayed with blue dye. You broke into an innocent man’s apartment, caught him whacking it, and now you were covered in glitter. You groaned in agony as you sank further down into the water, letting it encase you and feeling half tempted to keep your head under water.

The next morning came, despite not getting any sleep, and you hemmed and hawed about calling in sick or using a personal day. You contemplated it from the moment your alarm went off to the moment you were dressed and walking to your car. You were not ready to face the consequences. Still, you got yourself to work, sporting a pair of flats instead of heels since your ankles were so swollen from twisting them in your mad dash the night before. When you got to your office, you sat down at your desk and tried to avoid all contact. Maybe you could make it through the day without anything happening. Maybe Steve was too embarrassed to even reach out to Tony. What was he going to say?

“There she is.” Tony’s voice suddenly cut through your inner monologue and you spun in your chair to see him marching into your office. He kept a rather flat affect, making it hard to read him, but you noticed he was quick to close the door behind himself. That wasn’t good. You braced yourself as he sat in the chair across from your desk and just eyed you. You eyed him back with your heart thumping as you bit your lip, waiting for him to speak and reveal your fate, but he didn’t, he just sat there and remained silent. That silence started to gnaw away at you, until you finally blurted something out.

“It was an accident! I didn’t mean to! I swear I wasn’t trying to—” you panicked.

“Is that the excuse?” he cut you off, his tone still cold.

“It’s not an excuse! I know it was wrong, but you told me to do it!” you defended yourself.

“What did I tell you to do?” he questioned you.

“To break in! You told me to let myself in and—” you huffed, “If you’re gonna fire me, just get it over with, please, I’m sorry!” tears started to well in your eyes as your world started to crumble. You were dead.

“Fire you?” Tony’s face twisted up with confusion, “Why would I fire you?”

You sat there confused as well.

“But…I thought…” you stammered.

“Relax, kid, I was just messing with you.” Tony grinned and chuckled. More amusement at your expense. You cocked your head to the side as he started laughing more, the dick. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“That gift! With the glitter and the laughing…I-I…you…how could you do that, Tony?!” you stammered even more, and he just laughed harder.

“Did you hear about that? Oh man, I wish I could have seen the look on the old man’s face! Did you see it? Was it priceless?” his eyes were sparkling as he asked for details. You would give him no such reward as you slowly pieced together that he must have been missing some key information.

“I… did Steve tell you what happened?”

“He left a not-so-friendly voicemail on my phone.” Tony snorted, “He’ll get over it.”

“What did he tell you?” you questioned more, your voice shaking.

“Just that he had a huge mess to clean up, why? Did something else happen?” Tony tilted his head and eyed you again. He didn’t know. And there was no way on this green earth you were going to tell him. You swallowed hard and shook your head, making a tear spill from you eye that you quickly wiped away. Tony’s face then turned to concern. “You okay, kid? What’s going on?”

“I just…” you started, not even knowing where to go, “I don’t want to be caught up in your games with Steve is all.” Your voice was low, but you were able to keep it steady. Tony raised a brow, but you remained silent.

“Well, I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have used you like a pawn in our little battles, I get that, and it won’t happen again.” Tony sounded sincere, which shocked you more, “I just knew he wouldn’t be expecting anything like that from you.”

Boy was he right. He didn’t know the half of it. But the bigger question remained, why did Steve call Tony about the prank but spare you?

“You know if you want me to say something to him...” Tony’s voice trailed off.

“What?” it came out like more of a croak than a real question.

“Like, that your hands were clean in all of this, then I will.” He offered. But your hands weren’t clean, they had been covered in frosting and glitter, and shame. You shook your head.

“No, no, it’s fine.” You figured it was best to just move on entirely.

“I mean, if you like the guy, I could say something —”

“Like him?” you interrupted him.

“Maybe you don’t, I’m just assuming—”

“Please don’t assume anything.” You held out a hand, telling him to stop in his tracks.

“Okay, I won’t.” Tony quickly redacted his statement.

“Because you know what happens when you assume something, right?”

“You make an ass of you and me.” Tony replied it the exact adage you were thinking off.

“That’s right, but I’m afraid that in this case, I’m the only ass and you come out smelling like a rose, so let’s just change the subject, alright?” you politely explained to him that you were done with the conversation. Tony smirked a bit, and you could tell there was more he wanted to say, but he managed to hold it in.

“Alright. Fair enough.”

To say you were relieved was an understatement. Now you just had the guilt to deal with, which was hard enough. You were still in shock that Steve hadn’t sold you out, because you couldn’t say you wouldn’t do it if it had been you. You wanted to thank him, but you knew better than to see him out. Hell, you weren’t even sure if you wanted to see him again. If it had been you, would you want to see him again? Well, if it has been you, you might have asked him for assistance honestly. But Steve Rogers was not as bold as you when it came to those types of things. Still, you would have liked to at least apologize, but you knew that some time needed to pass before you ever attempted such a thing.

A few days passed, and you kept trying to go about your time and forget about what happened. Tony never mentioned anything, so it was water under the bridge as far as that went. The more the guilt and shame subsided, the more your curiosity grew. When you had a moment to yourself, you found your mind wandering back to that night, remembering the parts you did see, and trying to fill in the gaps of the parts you didn’t. No, you didn’t see what he was holding in his hand, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t think about the size of it. Even more so, the images you saw on his computer screen kept your mind busy. What kind of kinky things was Steve Rogers into? You had taken a glimpse into his private thoughts and desires, accidentally of course, but so much of it remained private. The sounds he was making that night was often used as muse when you were taking care of your own needs. Those hushes grunts and groans. Was he a vocal man? To you there was nothing sexier than a man who wasn’t afraid to make a little noise.

One evening, after a day of trying to keep up with Tony’s chaotic mind, you decided to reward yourself and unwind with dinner from one of your favorite places. The little gastropub around the corner had really grown on you, and after a hard day’s work, nothing hit the spot like your favorite cocktail, their famous calamari, and those mouthwatering fish tacos. The food was practically calling your name, and since it was a Wednesday night, the place wouldn’t be too packed. Upon simply walking in, the smell of the food had you feeling relaxed and floating as you found your seat. You used to sit at the bar, but you had learned that sitting at the bar somehow meant giving random strangers the permission to hit on you, overshare their own woes, or just be plain creepy. When you mind was this full, it was best to claim an empty table to yourself and let the day melt out of your brain, as long as there was an empty table to hoard to yourself.

That first sip of that cocktail was like magic, and the first bite of calamari was even better. You chewed happily to yourself and sipped on your fruity drink while you played a game on your phone, something mind-numbing enough to not be too difficult, but still enough to keep your brain from drifting back to work related matters. After beating the current level on the game, you rewarded yourself by popping more calamari into your mouth before starting the next level, and you leisurely chewed.

“Well look who it is.” A familiar voice crept up on you from behind, and you turned in your seat to have your eyes set firmly on a man’s torso, and then your eyes glanced up to find the face of this semi-mysterious person. Of course, you should have been able to make out the contour of that body underneath that shirt and jacket, who else had that shoulder to hip ratio? But when your saw his face, you no longer needed any clues. Steve’s blue eyes looked down at you, with an unreadable gaze.

#chris evans fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #captain america fanfiction

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honeyhellsbells · 4 years

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Some Obey me Headcanons!

This wasn’t anything requested, nor is it canon, just a few things I thought about while playing the game and brought together in a post that is far too long :) feel free to add your own thoughts and opinions, what you agree or disagree with!

Lucifer

Chronic nailbiter. He is constantly under a lot of stress and while he has trained himself to stop bouncing his legs this habit never really went away. Asmodeus is the only one who knows since he is on permanent manicure duty and once tried one of those bitter tasting nail polishes only to have to run for his life when Lucifer found out. The only thing that works for him are his trusty gloves which he only takes off for the bathroom and for the rare times he goes to sleep.

Dyes his hair black every once in a while. While his hair grows very slowly the same stress that makes him bite his nails gifts him with a few stray grey hairs every now and then. Of course his appearance is important to him and he could not bare the teasing he would have to endure from his brothers so he just uses hairdye.

No one but Barbatos knows how much sugar he usually puts in his coffee. He would never admit that he hates the bitter taste but he is not too fond of milk either so he drowns it in sugar. The demon butler is still the only person to brew it to perfection, but he is also a little shit that sometimes puts enough sugar in to make the coffee solid.

Mammon

Actually quite good with money when it comes to calculating, his uncontrollable greed just always wrecks his plans before they can work out.

He once won the jackpot of the biggest lottery in the Devildom and spent almost everything in one night. Against popular belief though, most of the money went towards his brothers, as he purchased most of the things they had wished for for a long time anonymously. All of them know where it came from but Mammon gets far to embarrassed to actually admit to it.

He gets constant nightmares, by now they keep him up almost every night, but he thinks that he can't go to his brothers for comfort since they would only end up making fun of him. Little did he know that he once spilled the beans to his little (big) brother Beelzebub after a long night of getting drunk and since then the glutton made sure to always give him some of his special good night tea before curfew. Mammon doesn't know what it is supposed to do but he doesn't complain since it tastes nice and it's rare that his brothers do something genuinely nice for him.

Leviathan

He didn't pay for most of the snacks he hoards in his room, they mostly come from raffles he entered and never won the first price for. Of course he shares most of the food he doesn't like but other than that he has enough provision to stay locked in his room for months at a time.

Sometimes he gets so engrossed in his video games that he just forgets to take care of himself. More often than he'd like to admit he had been dragged out of his room by one of his brothers to get rid of the stench and to be thrown in the nearest bathtub. Sometimes he does it on purpose since he likes being taken care of.

Has a very nice singing voice. Starting from singing along with the anime openings he likes he started to take online lessons. While Asmodeus could charm some people as a lead singer of a cover band, Levi has the potential to actually become famous with his voice. He is very dedicated to his hobbies, whether it's gaming or singing and he has improved spectacularly in a very short amount of time. But he is also very shy and so for now his only audience is whichever Henry is currently sharing a room with him.

Asmodeus

While charming people is as easy as breathing to him, he actually feels more lonely every time a person enters and exits his bedroom. Not that he would ever admit it, but his charm often feels more like a curse. How is he supposed to know if the people he shares a bed with are actually attracted to him as a person or just to the Lust he practically radiates?

He craves attention and affection for the same reason. While he likes looking good for himself, hearing praises from strangers and more importantly from his brothers, makes him feel more like a person again.

As the Avatar of Lust he enjoys sex more than most but what he craves the most from it is the intimacy. He is always down for rougher sessions but most days he prefers a gentle partner. He also gets quite offended and hurt when his partner wants to skip aftercare, not matter how intense things got. The act itself is important to him but being taken care of afterwards and being allowed to take care of them as well is even more so. Being denied that pleasure is unforgivable to him.

Can't stand pick up artists. If he sees a lady or a gentleman being targeted he often just slips in between, stealing the prey right from the despicable predator before offering them something to drink and an explanation. Seeing those people trudge away dejected with their tails between their legs brings him the biggest high he could imagine.

He has so many sugar demons, he hardly has to pay for anything himself. Cosmetics, clothing, food, you name it, he has someone who will provide and he is quite liberal with sharing when it comes to his loved ones.

Satan

Suppressing his anger gives him frequent headaches. Reading usually makes it worse but by now he is so used to the dull ache that he can mostly ignore it. It's a secret between the two of them but every once in a while Lucifer will take Satan out to a remote location where he can explode to his hearts content and scream at his older brother as much as he needs to make the headaches fade. It doesn't help with his hate for his brother but at least it makes him feel a little better.

He reads the fastest out of most demons he knows. He isn't sure if its due to how much he actually reads or if it's just a talent he has been born with but he is able to retain the information on a page by just skimming over it.

The only time he can really forget his anger and his troubles is when he get to play with some cats or dogs. Animals have never cared for his temper, if anything most of them were even more drawn to him than to any of his brothers. He once spent three hours sitting on the floor of a shelter because a family of three kittens fell asleep on his lap and he didn't want to wake them. It was a bit embarrasing that he needed help to stand up again afterwards because both of his leg fell asleep.

Beelzebub

Even with the vast amount of food he consumes constantly, Beel is quite picky when it comes to spices and textures. Some spices give him a horrible stomach ache and certain textures are so gross to him that they make him gag. Unfortunately he tends to forget which spices and ingredients he doesn't like so it's always a new game of Russian Roulette when he goes to dinner at a new place.

Some restaurant owners in the Devildom have blacklisted him. At first they were ecstatic having a demon lord in their establishment but that soon turned into horror when he ate them all out of house and home only to wander over to the next restaurant after he had paid his bill. Other owners on the other hand always keep extra ingredients on hand just in case if he decides to drop in, which he always does.

He loves children, but he is a bit too scared to approach them to play. He's a big guy and even stronger than he looks so he is worried he might scare them off or hurt one of them on accident. During the internship Diavolo had suggested, where each demon still in school should try to find a job they could see themselves working in the future, Beelzebub had dared to intern in a demon daycare.

Against his worries the little ankle biters loved him to bits, crawling all over the tree of a demon, hanging from his arms and legs as he tried to clean up after them only to end up covered in children again during nap time.

Belphegor

He has his special pillow for a reason. While others tended to make fun of his appearance in demon form, after all a cow seemed hardly intimidating compared to some of his brothers, his twin made sure to let him know how awesome he thought he looked until he presented him with his own custom made pillow scented with the perfume oils Lilith had loved to wear when she had snuck out to earth.

He hates being so lethargic the entire day. He often gets jealous of his brothers going out without him since he often can't go too many hours without a nap. Sometimes he gets himself sick by falling asleep in the park in an effort to get some fresh air only to get rained on for a good hour until his body decided to wake him up again.

He is quite good at some sports though. His motivation and strenghts tends to come in waves and once is feels at least kind of rested enough he could easily take down Lucifer or Beelzebub in a fight or outrun any of them without any kind of competition.

Solomon

He genuinely doesn't know how old he actually is. He knows when and where he was born but dabbling in magic sometimes came with unforseen consequences. While he always managed to find a way out, he had accidently sent himself straight into the void more than once. Magic was funny like that and there was no way of knowing how the time was flowing there. He stopped wondering about it after he almost gave poor Barbatos a stroke when he asked him to look into his future and whether or not something like that was bound to happen again any time soon. He took his reaction as a clear yes.

Forgery is one of his specialities. He can't very well use official papers with his actual birthdate so he became a master at producing any kind of ID or license he might need. He does have a drivers license but nobody can tell if it's actually legit or not (it isn't).

Experimenting and tasting potions has indefinitely messed up his sense of taste and smell. The only reason why his cooking is so awful and he doesn't seem to care is because everything tastes the same for him. Not even the spiciest of peppers can make him feel anything which he likes to take advantage of to make people freak out. There is nothing more funny to him than to watch other peoples eyes grow bigger and bigger as he chows down on one Carolina Reaper after the other as if they were just candy.

Luke

He tends to get quite underestimated only for his size. Angels come in all shapes and sizes and he actually is not that much younger than Simeon or much weaker. But while he is more used to doing „office work“, Simeon gets to work in the field more often, making Luke a little softer around the edges, at least when it comes to appearance.

He loves baking but too much sweets or sugar make him sick very easily. Mostly he bakes them for the aesthetic anyways and because has a reason to pester Barbatos for new recipes. The demon butler scares him a little but he always tends to let some gossip slip when distracted and Luke valued that kind of information a lot.

Since he was always kind of seen as the harmless little kid, angels and demons alike never saw him as a threat and just talked trash around him all the time. If he ever got fed up from the mistreatment he would have enough verbal ammunition to start another Celestial War. The only person he confides in is Simeon, which makes him even more glad that they got to go to the Devildom together.

Simeon

Surprisingly naive for an angel of his age and rank. He tends to say he's just very friendly or forgiving but many compare him to a doormat and wouldn't be too far from the truth. Good luck to those however that manage to get him genuinely angry. Satan had nothing on this angel if he got fed up enough. Angels were pacifists by nature but Simeon has a tongue sharper than a razorblade and no fucks left to give once he has reached his limit. He never has to raise his voice but the pure venom that spouts from his mouth is enough to make even Lucifer cry. Even though his anger is always justified he always feels bad afterwards.

He is very sensitive to tastes and smells but he also doesn't want to hurt the feelings of the person that went through the trouble of cooking for him. He clears his plate with a gentle smile and compliments the food but he can't help to throw up later once he is by himself again.

He was one of the angels tempted to follow the gems of heaven into rebellion. It was no secret that he and Lucifer were close during their time together in the Celestial Realm and the Morning Star often confided in him when he thought that things were getting to much for him. He never did rebel but he still often thinks about how different his life would be now if he would've followed them to hell.

Diavolo

While appearing confident, he still doubts his every move as future King. He always had the feeling that his father didn't care too much about relations between realms and in a way he hadn't either until recently. He thinks the exchange program was a good step in the right direction but he always wonders if something like this could turn sour very fast as well. The peace, if you could call it that, between the Celestial Realm and the Devildom was still very unstable and while heaven and hell would be quite unaffected if another war was to break out, he couldn't help but think about the real victims. Humans were at fault for most of their own wars but to involve them in something so much larger than them was just wrong.

He doesn't understand much of it, but he absolutely loves internet culture with their funny words and memes that he always takes out of context and uses wrong, much to Levis chargrin. The ones he actually understands he still uses in the wrong way just to make others angry. Just because he is to be king, doesn't mean that he always has to act that way.

He frequently thinks about taking a human as a partner. Of course there would be risks, but what better way to build a bridge between the realms than this? His heirs would be half demon, half human, with all the perks of both races and none of the downsides, right? As usual it fell to Lucifer and Barbatos to stop the daydreams of the prince since while it might sound good in his head, just the bureaucratic mess such a marriage would produce was more than reason to talk him out of it. But it still didn't keep him from his usual trek to the human realm to scope out possible suitors.

Barbatos

Another person who doesn't know how old he actually is, but unlike Solomon, Barbatos doesn't remember ever been born either. He's not sure if he had always been a demon or if he had been an angel just like the demon lords, but by now he has stopped caring to find out. For all his life he had been dedicated to keeping reality in check and keep idiots from meddling with the timelines, as well as serving the current king or prince of the Devildom. By now it was the only thing he knew to do and the only thing he felt confident in doing. He's probably the only person who is a hundert percent honest that he has none when asked what his hobbies are.

He never had an issue with his temper, until Diavolo became ruler of hell and the harbingers of chaos fell from the sky. Since then he went from his usual schedule of cleaning, making food and organizing the schedule of the ruler as well to trying his best to keep himself from just chucking the entire tray of the afternoon coffee at Diavolo when he kept pestering him with his stupid jokes. (Diavolo got doused in scalding hot coffee a least three times by now)

If asked he couldn't also possibly say when he last had a proper meal sitting down. He usually snacks on the ingredients he uses while cooking, taste testing everything to make sure Diavolo won't end up throwing another tantrum. Because of that he gets frequent indigestion due to the fact that many of the ingredients are not actually meant to be consumed raw, but Barbatos is a busy demon and a stomach ache is just another inconvenience for him.

If he got one Grimm for every sigh and every urge he suppressed to throw haymakers 24/7 out of frustration he could've bought Diavolos castle millenia ago.

#not a request #headcanons #obey me #obey me shall we date #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #luke #solomon #simeon #diavolo #barbatos

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rocksandrobots · 4 years

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Of Rocks and Robots Ch. 30 - Coffee and Chemicals

"Ummm...what's Honey Lemon doing?" Fred asked as the gang made their way across the quad.

Their friend wasn't with them but stood off to the side looking up at a large shady elm through half lidded eyes.

"Hello, professor oak, I finished my…"she gave a prodigious yawn before sleepily continuing on "...report… on… color… theory..." Another yawn escaped her lips.

"Is she talking to a tree?" Wasabi asked with concern.

"She's been hit hard by midterms," Gogo explained, "three exams in one day, plus two more tomorrow, four final projects due Friday, and she just got a large order of her cosmetics that's due to ship this weekend. She's been pulling all nighters for the past three days."

As if to confirm this explanation the group heard a loud snore come from Honey Lemon's way. She wobbled as her head drooped down on her chest and Gogo skated over to her in a rush and caught the tall girl in her arms before she fell unconscious.

"Do you need help?" Varian asked as the rest of the gang followed after.

"Nope" Gogo grunted as she dragged Honey Lemon's limp body towards the doors. Wasabi ignored her and picked up Honey Lemon's legs so that they could better carry her inside.

"Man and I thought I had it bad." Kamri committed as they walked into the student lounge.

"Yeah, Honey Lemon is a double major at two schools." Hiro explained. "By the looks of it she must be stretching herself too thin."

Fred ran to snag a few chairs and put them together to form a makeshift bed as Gogo and Wasabi gently laid Honey Lemon down.

"Got... isotope project due…Friday.." Honey Lemon hummed in her sleep before letting out another snore.

"I'll go get her a coffee." Varian offered helpfully as he walked to the barista that was housed inside the lounge.

"Honey Lemon?" Gogo gently asked as she gave her friend a firm shake, but no response came other than more snoring.

"Face it, she's dead to the world." Wasabi commented.

"Here try this." Varian walked over carrying an espresso and handed it to Gogo.

Karmi rolled her eyes, "You think caffeine is the answer for everything. Remember the red bull incident?"

"Hey, that was a scientific experiment!" Varian indignantly defended himself, "Theoretically the Nyquil should have canceled out the energy drink…"

"And what's your excuse for eating the coffee beans straight out of the bag?" Hiro asked.

"I don't eat them straight out of the bag," Varian dismissed, "I roast them first."

"Ooo, have you tried the ones covered in chocolate?" Fred added, "Those are good."

"Both of you have a caffeine addiction. That much coffee isn't good for you." Wasabi warned.

"Well either way looks like the smell of the coffee is working" Gogo interrupted as she nudged Honey Lemon awake.

Honey Lemon hummed as she sat up and followed the coffee cup with her nose. She slowly blinked her eyes open before snagging the cup out of Gogo's hands, downing it in one gulp, and then yawning as she fell back asleep.

Hiro however caught her head before she could finish laying back down, "Sorry, Honey Lemon but we gotta keep you awake."

"Yeah you got an exam in fifteen minutes." Gogo reminded her.

"Nooooo" Honey Lemon moaned and tried to turn around on her side to curl up and sleep.

Wasabi stopped her this time and helped to lift her back up to her feet.

"You better go get another coffee." Karmi whispered to Varian.

"Told you." He whispered back before making his way back to the counter.

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Keeping Honey Lemon awake throughout the day was no easy task. She kept dozing off during her exams, labs, and even lunch. The rest of the gang had to stay with her during the school day to nudge her awake or coax her with coffee.

Once school was done however, she refused to go home and go to bed; citing she had too much to do. And so that's how she wound up currently inside Hamada home studying for her chemistry midterm.

She had asked Varian to help her since he was the only one who held the same interest in the subject. He was only too happy to oblige, but it was proving to be a difficult task. Honey Lemon couldn't focus and would stare dreamily off into the distance instead of answering the questions he would give her.

"Silver has two naturally occurring isotopes, 107Ag is at 106.9 amu and 109 Ag at 108.9 amu, therefore what is the average atomic mass of silver?" Varian read off the practice test.

"Hmmm?" Honey Lemon hummed questioningly.

They were sitting on the couch in the living room, textbooks splayed out upon the coffee table in front of them. Honey Lemon's elbows rested on her knees and her chin was cradled in her fists. She looked at him as if only just noticing he was even there.

"Come on, this an easy one." Varian coaxed, "What's the atomic mass of silver?"

"Oh!"She exclaimed as what was being asked of her finally dawned in her brian. She then yawned and said, "107.9 amu."

"Correct; now which of the following is not a homogeneous mixture?" He continued with the quiz. "Air? Copper? Brass? Or-"

"Does everyone have blue hair where you come from?" Honey Lemon innocently interrupted.

Varian suddenly froze as if he'd been hit by a truck. He slowly turned to look at the other teen and saw her eyeing him curiously through heavy eyelids. He gulped and tried to brush off the question.

"Ah..well…not really.."

"Cause your stripe never fades like say a dye job would." She explained; oblivious to his discomfort in her sleepy haze.

"Umm well… I've always just had it...I think it's from an alchemy accident...or something…"

"No... that can be it..." She shook her head in confusion, "If you had just spilled a chemical on it, it would have eventually just grown out." Now with her curiosity piked, she began to perk up and unthinkingly reached her hand up to run it through his hair. "You mean it just grows out blue, and only one strand? That's got to be like a genetic thing..."

Varian tried to pull away; his cheeks burning red. How he hated being reminded that didn't fit in, not even in his own world. Honey Lemon was still oblivious however.

"Do you have anyone in your family with blue hair as well?" She pressed, trying to figure out this new mystery.

"I don't know!" He snapped.

Everything went quiet. Honey Lemon lifted her hand away and looked at him with wide eyes. She had seen his temper before, but this was the first he had ever gotten mad at her. She didn't know what to do, and neither did Varian.

He hadn't meant to yell at her, and frightening her, of all people, was the last thing in the world that he'd ever want to do. But talk of his past always sent him into a panic and not knowing the answer to something threw him off balance. The fact that the mystery was himself only heightened his concern, which is why he prefered to ignore it.

"I'm sorry." They both stammered out at the same time. They stopped in surprise at the unique timing of their apologies and then softly giggled and blushed over how silly they were being; the tension ebbing away as quickly as it had arrived.

"I..I shouldn't have pried." Honey Lemon said she tugged a strand of her own hair.

"No..I shouldn't have yelled." Varian countered. "It's just…well...no one likes being different, ya know?"

"Oh, but everybody's different," Honey Lemon encouraged cheerfully. Varian tried his best not to roll his eyes at such a lame platitude.

"No, I mean it." She laughed. She then tried to give him a smile but it was soon broken by another yawn. She stretched and then leaned over to rest her head upon his shoulder.

"I like your hair. It's part of what makes you special." She then hugged his arm and nuzzled her head as she curled up on the couch next to him, putting her feet up on the cushions and using him as a pillow.

Varian was stunned. She liked his hair? She didn't think him odd or a freak? Varian tried to remember a time when anybody had ever complimented his abnormally. Most would politely ignore it or brush it off, a few would tease, and some would even call it a bad omen. The more superstitious villagers said it was a hex, a clear sign that he was unnatural, and combined with his more unsuccessful alchemy experiments, helped to spread the rumor that he was a dangerous wizard. It was part of the reason why he hated being associated with magic.

Somewhere in his distant memory he could recall hushed conversations late at night between his parents concerning him. He couldn't remember precisely what had been said, but he knew they were worried about him and his hairstripe.

Heck even Aunt Cass had been weirded out when he told her he didn't need her to buy any hair dye for him. He probably should have played along then when she asked if needed some, but he hadn't been thinking at the time. She hasn't said anything since, but he knew she hadn't been able to process the idea that his hair just naturally grew out blue.

His musings were interrupted when he heard a loud snore right next to his ear.

He looked down to see Honey Lemon fast asleep and snoring away soundly like she normally did when sleeping. He didn't mind though. He supposed it was part of what made her special too. Also she really needed the rest.

He gently pulled his arm out of her grip and then wrapped it around her waist so she wouldn't fall forward as he reached his other hand over to the coffee table to snag his physics text book. He figured he would study for his own upcoming exam while she slept. Careful not to wake her, he propped his foot up on the table and reasted the book on his knee; using one hand to open it and turn the pages as he cradled the sleeping girl next to him with the other.

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"Honey Lemon? Are you ready to go?" Gogo asked as she and Hiro climbed upstairs. They had agreed to take on patrol duty tonight so everyone else could study. They had finished up early and now Gogo had come to pick up Honey Lemon so that they could head home.

They found her and Varian both asleep on the couch. He had a textbook covering his eyes as he used the seat's arm as a pillow on one end and stretched his feet out to the other, with one foot dangling off the edge. Honey Lemon was sprawled out on top of him while she rested her head upon his stomach. "The answer is copper…" she mumbled in her sleep and then hugged his waist tighter like she would a pillow.

"Cute." Gogo said deadpan and then she raised an eyebrow at Hiro. "Should we wake them?"

Hiro gave her a wicked grin and signaled for her to stay quiet while he ran upstairs to his room. He re-emerged moments later with a megaphone in his hand.

"Where did you get that?" She asked.

"Did Tadashi ever tell you about the time he was a cheerleader in high school?" He whispered back. "He said it was to meet girls." He explained to a now clearly confused Gogo.

Hiro didn't give her time to process this new information however as he placed the microphone to his lips and bent down till he was right at Varian's ear.

"Good Morning!" He yelled. "Wakey, wakey! Time to rise and shine!"

Varian bolted upright, knocking the textbook to the floor and doing more to wake up Honey Lemon than any megaphone could.

"Hun?" She blinked sleepily while Gogo tried to suppress her snickering.

Varian glared at her and Hiro, but the face he made only filled them both with more laughter.

"What was that for!?" He angrily yelled.

"You.. you needed to wake up." Hiro explained through his laughter,"also next time don't leave your smelly socks and shoes in the garage. I gotta work in there, ya know."

If looks could have killed, Hiro would have been dead from Varian's gaze alone. He would have lunged at the other boy had Honey Lemon not held him back.

"Look, that was funny but you shouldn't have done it." Gogo interceded.

Hiro mumbled an apology and, he and Varian gave a half hearted handshake to appease the two girls.

"Good. Anyways Honey Lemon and I need to get home, so see ya tomorrow." She waved goodbye and headed down stairs.

Honey Lemon gathered her things up and followed after her, yawning goodbye as she went.

Once they were both gone and out of earshot Varian spoke up,

"Thanks for running the moment." He said irritably.

"What moment? You two were out cold." Hiro snarked back and then he paused as the meaning behind Varian's words came to light, "Waait...You and Honey Lemon?" He couldn't stifle his laughter. "You have a crush on Honey Lemon."

"What of it?" Came Varian's offended reply.

"Dude, she's so out of your league."

"She is not!"

"She's two years older than you and one of the more popular girls at both ours and SFAI's campus. What makes you think you even have a chance?"

"So? That's the same age difference between you and Karmi."

"Wh..what does Karmi have to do with this?" Hiro asked. He was momentarily tripped up by the change in subject.

"Oh come on." Varian rolled his eyes. "Everyone knows you like Karmi."

"I do not!"

"Do to."

"Do not...look for your information I happen to like Megan, okay?"

"Ahhh…" Varian raised an eyebrow and gave a sly smile, "So does either girl know you're cheating on them?" He teased.

"I'm not- we're not...I'm not dating either one of them... yet!" Hiro flustered. "Look it's none of your business!"

"Then stay out of mine." Varian retorted.

"Fine!"

"Fine."

"F-fine."

"Fi-- " Varian stopped, "How long are we going to keep saying 'fine' at one another?"

Hiro shrugged. "Look, I'm sorry for the megaphone gag. That was kind of mean and I promise I won't interrupt your 'it's totally not a date and your dreaming if you think it is' study sessions with Honey Lemon again. Deal?"

"Okay, and I'll make sure to throw my socks in the laundry next time and, I promise not to tell either Karmi or Megan that you like them. I wanna be around when it blows up in your face though." He gave another smug smile and Hiro rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." He dismissed and headed upstairs to bed while Varian picked up his textbooks.

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Varian passed by the chemistry lab on his way to lunch. He paused when he heard a loud snore coming from the room. He stopped and saw Honey Lemon alone in the room with her head on the desk.

"Honey Lemon? You..okay?" He asked as he walked over to her and gave her a light tap on her shoulder.

She must not have been asleep long for she jumped at the touch and jolted awake.

"Oh? Oh, Varian! Hiiiiaahh!" Her hello turned into a yawn and Varian gave her a worried frown.

"Did you not get any sleep last night?" He asked.

"Oh sure…. Sure I did. Right after I finished my still life drawing for tomorrow." She mumbled quietly

Varian raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Which was how many hours exactly?"

"The drawing or sleep?" She asked.

"You know what I meant."

Honey Lemon rolled her eyes and tried to dismiss his concerns. "I'm fiiine. It's only one more day till Friday and then I can take a long nap on Saturday. Besides I got to finnish making up these mini chimballs for my project."

She gave another yawn and groped around absentmindedly for the vial of chemical solution that she needed. " I just need to add this potassium iodine and…"

She picked up one of the vials and made to pour into the solution that she had bubbling in a beaker over a Bunsen burner, not really paying attention to nor looking at what she had actually grabbed.

Varian's eyes went wide as he noticed the label on the vial she was holding.

"Honey Lemon wait! No! That's octane!" He shouted, but he was too late.

The contents of the beaker began to rapidly bubble and foam as sparks from the flame ignited with flammable liquid that had just been added.

Varian reacted quickly, grabbing a stunned Honey Lemon by the wrist and quickly pulling her away. He sprinted out of the lab, dragging her along, as the foaming substance grew larger and swallowed the desk, now mixing itself with the other assortment of chemicals and causing small explosions. Once outside of the doorway he instinctively flung both himself and Honey Lemon to the ground as he felt a rumble behind them. He tried his best to shield her as the now gloopy substance expanded and filled the room with a sloshing, slurpy sound.

Only after a few moments of quiet, where nothing further happened, did Varian roll off of Honey Lemon and hoisted himself on his elbows to see the damage. Bulging out from the doorway was a semi-solid wall of some sort of gelatin like substance, that still steamed and bubbled from the heat of the earlier explosions.

The greenish-yellow tint of the partly translucent substance made Varian sick to his stomach. Had they been caught in that they no doubt would have been smothered or burned by the deadly goop. He heard his heart pound in his ears as it occurred to him that this was the second time he had managed to avoid such a fate.

He heard a sob beside him and turned to see Honey Lemon crying. Now his heart pounded for different reason as he hastily began to check over the girl looking to see how she'd been hurt.

"Honey Lemon? Are.. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do I need to call Baymax?"

"No." She choked.

He swiped a strand of her hair out of her eyes and gently turned her head towards him. He searched her face in worry. "Then what's wrong?"

"I..I blew up the chim lab...again. I thought I could handle two majors but...but I can't…argh...I just want to crawl under the covers and never come out." She buried her face in her hands and groaned.

In spite of himself, relief washed over Varian as it became evident that the only thing that was seriously harmed was Honey Lemon's pride. Though he took no joy out of seeing her upset either.

"Awww Honey, it's okay." He whispered as he gently squeezed her shoulders. "You're just stressed from midterms. Like you said, things will look better by Saturday."

This did not seem to appease her though as she continued to cry into her hands. Varian racked his brain on what he could do or say to make things better. Hesitantly you wrapped her into a hug and she returned it with a sob.

"Oh, Honey Lemon," He encouraged in her ear. ",its gonna be alright. Hey at least no one was hurt right?"

He pulled away from the embrace to give her a small smile but she only returned it with a pout.

Varian sighed, "Look, you're talking to the guy who almost flooded the school remember? This ain't nothing."

That got him a snort of laughter and he flashed her a grin.

"Yeah, I remember." She nodded and finally smiled through her tears.

They locked eyes and for a moment Varian didn't know what to do. All he could do was stare at her transfixed.

Honey Lemon broke the spell herself, "I guess I need to call and tell the chemistry professor what happened she sighed. "Maybe he'll give me an extension."

That knocked Varian out of his stupor. "Yea...yeah, of course he will, and in the meantime I'll help you clean up, okay?"

"Okay." She smiled as he helped her up.

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Cleaning up wasn't as difficult as Varian first feared. The gel like compound naturally broke down over time and washed away easily with water. Though it still took a couple of hours to get it all clear.

Honey Lemon hadn't said much during this time, still embarrassed and tired. As they came down to the last bit of the work, Varian tried to ease the tension.

"Ya know," He said nonchalantly as he mopped the floor,"after a close call like that a person could probably use a stiff drink."

He meant it as a joke but Honey Lemon only stiffened and stopped wiping down the countertop to give him a worried frown.

"....of coffee!" He hastily added. "How about we get some after we finish up here?"

He threw her one of his winsome smiles and Honey Lemon relaxed a little.

"Aren't you still grounded?" She asked.

"Yes, but school doesn't count and there's the cafe in the student lounge." He gave her a wink. "So technically, it's still not breaking the rules."

She smirked and shook her head, "You know you can't find loopholes for everything."

"No, but can't blame me for trying." He sat the mop to the side and grabbed the rag Honey Lemon was using. "What'dya say, hmm?"

"Well, I need something to keep me awake for my last class." She agreed and Varian felt like he'd just won the lottery.

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Varian and Honey Lemon sat together inside the student lounge laughing over nothing in particular. She had cheered up significantly since the incident in the lab and was back to her usual perky self.

At the moment they were having a discussion over which was worse, being too short or too tall.

"But you've never had anyone call you a giraffe before" she good naturedly countered before taking a sip of her iced latte.

"What's wrong with that? Giraffes are cute." Varian shrugged. "At least you don't risk getting accidently stepped on in a crowd."

Honey Lemon rolled her eyes and snickered, "I think you're exaggerating just a little on that one."

"Maybe" He conceded and took a sip of his own coffee, "but it's no fun being told to get out of the way cause no one thinks you're big enough to help; like when they were raising a new barn a few years ago dad just told me to stay out of the way."

"When was this? When you were what thirteen?"

"Twelve."

"Surely you've grown a little taller since then."

"Barely." Varian groaned and took another sip of his drink to hide his embarrassment.

"Well, a least you're not constantly being asked to get things off the high shelves and stuff. Everyone in art class does that and it drives me nuts" She complained.

"Really? Cause if I suddenly woke up taller one day I'd be volunteering to get stuff off high places just to show off."

"I mean, you might. Guys don't stop growing until their like in their late teens or early twenties. Me, I'll never stop being the 'tall girl.'" She made a face, showing her displeasure over the nickname, and reached across the table to the basket of biscotti that they had agreed to share.

As she grabbed one of the Italian sweets she heard Varian say with a shrug, "Ah, you're not even that tall."

She paused mid reach to look at him in surprise and he just stared at her blankly wondering what he had said wrong.

"Thank you!" She blurted out loudly. "OMG, I'm always having to say that! I'm only 5'10". My shoes just make me look taller." She lifted a foot to show off her heels to Varian.

"Then why wear them?" He asked, confused.

"Cause they look cute." Honey Lemon pouted.

Varian shrugged again."Okay…..But no, 5'10", that's like normal height. You're no taller than say Queen Arianna is. You want tall? You should see my dad. He's close to seven feet, and he's still not even the tallest guy I've ever met. The king's actually taller than him and so a whole bunch of other guys in Corona. Now you know why I hate being so short. I'm not even taller than the princess , okay, and she's like the shortest person I know."

Then he paused mid rant and cupped his chin in thought,"Well okay, except for Shorty."

"Soooo are women usually tall or short in your world?" She asked, confused herself now as she had no reference for what Varian was talking about.

"Umm..depends on the person I guess. The tallest woman I ever met is my Aunt Adria. She's my dad's sister and about as tall as he is."

"Wait, you have an aunt?" Honey Lemon asked with concern, "Where's she at? Why didn't she come help you and your dad?"

"Well I haven't seen her since I was like five. I don't know where she is, and it's not like we have phones to call one another. I just remember her because, well, she's kind of hard to forget. She has white hair, carries a huge sword everywhere, and half her face is tattooed solid red."

"Hun…I'm guessing she's pretty … unique then?"

"I guess, all I remember was that she and dad had a big fight over something annnd I never saw her since."

"That's sad." Honey Lemon mused.

"How so?"

"Well she's his sister. I'd hate to have a fight with one of my brothers that's so bad that we'd never talk to one another again."

"Hmm...I... never really thought about it before. I guess cause I don't have any siblings and none of my aunts or uncles were ever really around to begin with."

"You have more aunts?"

"Well no, but I have a couple of uncles that I've never met. After my dad left his home country, he didn't really keep in touch with them."

"That's sad." She reiterated.

"Yeah.." He agreed quietly and took another sip of his coffee as thoughts of his dad ran through his mind. His father had kept most of his past hidden from his son. Varian only knew about his extended family because he had stumbled upon his dad's journal amongst his other things in the trunk that had kept hidden in his quarters, along with the mysterious scroll pecice that the King had hunted him down for.

A lot of secrets had come to light sitting in that dusty room, pouring over the pages filled with his father's words. Answers that only brought up more questions. He still didn't know how to feel about it all. Mostly he was angry that his dad never shared things with him, be they large or small, insignificant or not.

But Honey Lemon's words shone light on a new perspective. How much had leaving hurt? Was it just too painful for his dad to talk about at all, with anyone? Even then he still could have told Varian about the rocks, could have trusted him, and there were still secrets hidden away from him. His mind turned to the note locked away in the amber with his dad and instinctively his free hand balled up into a fist.

Honey Lemon looked on with worry as she saw the cloud behind Varian's as he brooded over something. He kept so much of himself hidden away from everyone. But the pain it caused him was always evident just underneath the surface. Honey Lemon wasn't sure she even wanted to know, given what little he had opted to share thus far. Corona scared her. How could any place be so hard and so cruel? Still she wanted to be there for him. He was her friend after all. She placed a hand on top of the fist that he rested on the table, snapping him out of his melancholy mood.

She gave a wide smile and chriped, "You know once midterms are over and you're un- grounded we should all do something fun."

"Like what?"

She thought a minute."Hmmm..Oh, I know! How about karaoke?"

"What's that?"

"It's where you take turns getting up and singing on stage. It's fun."

"It sounds fun. I'm all for it. But on one condition."

"What?"

"You get some actual sleep before then."

"Oookaaayy…" she rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner and then they both broke down into giggles.

#varian #honey lemon #Hiro Hamada #big hero six #bh6 #bh6 the series #tangled #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #crossover

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Kalopsia Project [Bakugo Katsuki x Reader – Tokyo Ghoul AU]

Chapter 5 – It’s Called a Second Chance, not a Guarantee

Chapter Summary: Catching up with old friends, yet another day at school, and an unexpected ending to a seemingly mundane day.

Kalopsia Project Masterpost

“That’s so wild!! I can’t believe it’s really you, [F/N]-chan! It’s been forever – you look so different!” Ashido exclaimed, having long jumped up from her chair and thrown her arms around you. Middle School friendships really were something else, huh? You hugged her back, giving Kirishima a grateful smile when he noticed Ashido’s strong grip was giving you trouble with holding the tray, and took it from your hand.

“I’ve changed? It’s not me who’s died her hair pink!? It looks so good on you though, oh my gosh!” you giggled with her, moving in to give Kirishima a hug too. When your eyes swept to the other two occupying the table with them, he spoke up.

“Oh, those are Kaminari and Sero! You don’t know them since we only met in high-school but we’ve been hanging out a lot with them since!” he pointed out. You could only assume the blond with a black lightning-shaped streak in his hair was Kaminari (it did, after all, match the meaning of his name), while the black-head, who seemed to be the most regular-looking out of the bunch, was most likely Sero.

The two flashed you a grin with a small wave, and you smiled back at them.

“[L/N] [F/N], though you can just call me [F/N]! It’s nice to meet you! I used to be those two’s classmate in middle-school, though we’ve kinda lost touch since!” You motioned towards Kirishima and Ashido. You heard someone clear their throat, and glanced towards the counter, only to find Bakugo looking at you expectedly. You returned a nervous smile and a thumbs-up.

“Say, how about this? Lemme take your order and do my job, then we can perhaps catch up for a little bit?” You glanced around at the mostly empty cafe. The group of four agreed and you quickly jotted down a few more things, before returning to Midoriya, who also seemed to be constantly glancing up from the coffee he was making.

Just as you opened your mouth however, he put up a hand.

“No need. They come pretty often and always order the same thing, so I have it memorized,” he smiled, tapping his forehead. You nodded wordlessly and watched him, as he went back to work. “So, you know them then?”

You nodded back and he hummed. His eyes then scanned around the cafe quickly, until they landed on Uraraka, as she walked in from outside with a tray of empty cups.

“Uraraka-san?” he called out, and she turned to look at him. “Do you mind taking over the rest of the customers?” She glanced at you, then at the only occupied table inside, noticing the four who seemed to be awaiting your return, and nodded.

“Sure, no problem!” she smiled at you, and was soon on her way yet again. Your eyes were already wide, as you turned to Midoriya.

“Thank you, I...” Though he only laughed.

“Oh, it’s fine. You can talk to them in peace now, don’t let Kacchan bother you. Here-” he put a beautifully decorated hot cocoa (he must have been learning from Todoroki, huh), an iced tea, and a small box of macarons on your tray. “The rest will be ready in a bit but I’ll bring them over, don’t worry about it.”

With one final nod, you set off towards the group. You did briefly wonder if Midoriya also worked as a waiter occasionally. In turn, you began to picture Bakugo as one too. You had to force your laughs down though, lest you would have spilled the drinks.

The next hour or so had been spent catching up on the last 4 years with the two you hadn’t seen or talked with in forever, and getting to know the two you’d never met before. Stories were exchanged about how everyone had first met, how Mina seemed to always be responsible for the group getting into trouble, how everyone had been trying to convince Sero to dye his hair to match the rest of them (turns out – only the streak in Kaminari’s hair was unnatural, as he really was a blond, much like Bakugo). The topic of how you had come to work at Yuuei (and how they hadn’t seen you prior to today, despite being regulars, as confirmed by Midoriya himself) came up once or twice, and you had to lie about just needing a part-time job.

Well, it’s not like you were necessarily lying. Just… omitting some of the truth. Though you were pretty sure this was in everybody’s best interest.

The darkness had already befallen the city, as it was also time for Yuuei to close up shop for the day. Despite Ashido’s nonsensical protests, the four had to leave. They promised they’d be back very soon anyway, so you would have had plenty more time to talk, and perhaps hang out a little later.

“Say, how about this?” Kirishima spoke, just before you closed the door behind him. “We’re going to the arcade tomorrow, since Ashido says she wants to play some games.” The girl exclaimed something about “shooting zombies to death”, though she was a bit too far and her voice came muffled. “Wanna come with us?”

You really wanted to accept but reasoned with yourself. Your shoulder hadn’t healed. You still had the duty of working at Yuuei. And, unfortunately…

“I have class tomorrow...” Your face fell. Kirishima only shrugged.

“It’s cool! We’ll just take you with us next time, yeah? Goodnight, [F/N]-chan! See you soon!” he waved goodbye and headed down the street alongside the other three. You bid them a goodbye for now too, giggling when Ashido’s insistence on walking backwards until you were out of sight had her running into a street lamp on accident. Soon enough, they had turned a corner somewhere in the distance, and you finally closed the door, turning the sign to say ��Closed’.

The thought of how you’d just slacked off the whole day crossed your mind. Needless to say, Bakugo hadn’t been all too pleased with this…

That night, the short segments from your dream that you could still recall even in the morning brought you joy. They were full of happiness, and smiles, and laughs, and friends.

Your life had taken a sharp but seemingly brief detour into the dangerous and extraordinary. Maybe things were finally going back to normal. Maybe there would have been nothing more for you to worry about.

…

Maybe.

***

The following day, you had found Bakugo waiting for you outside Yuuei in the morning. At your initial surprise he had mumbled that the place was on his way and he knew you were probably going to class today anyway. If anything, you were most surprised by his regular attendance. You had first taken him as the delinquent type, not the type with a perfect attendance score that showed up 20 minutes early to anything. Then again, three years together in high-school had proved you wrong a long time ago.

All throughout, you had taken notice of his sluggish and unfitting movements. He had almost bumped into a sign, crossed at a red light, and fallen face-first on the ground in just the span of 20 minutes. Something was not right. And though it bothered you at first, it didn’t take long for you to figure it out.

“Hey, Bakugo-kun? You alright?” He glanced at you, but his half-lidded eyes returned to his feet before you knew it.

“Nothin’,” he muttered, ushering you to hurry up. At this rate, he might as well have stumbled another two times. So he refused to tell you. How foolish of him to think you wouldn’t notice. Your parents did use to be ghoul investigators, after all.

You were trained in the art of observing ghouls, even if that wasn’t exactly something you could brag about at a sleepover. Or anywhere else, for that matter. Unless you were actually set on becoming an investigator yourself which, considering your recent circumstances, teetered the line between a suicidal mission and a genius calling.

“Is that so...” you grinned and sharply spun around, blocking his path. You probably looked like children goofing around to anyone passing by. “I would say that you’re probably hungry!” He stiffened in place, but tried to give himself a skeptical look. You didn’t even let him retort anything back though. “After all, I haven’t seen you really go out ever since Friday, and who knows how long it has been since you last fed. Am I right?” you inquired, noticing he refused to look at you anymore.

“That’s not it. Even if it is, what do you care?”

You hummed and moved out of his way, returning to walking absentmindedly beside him. His pace was much easier to match with how much slower his stride was compared to usual.

“It’s alright. I’d say I get what you mean but I obviously don’t. I’m not really scared of you though, if that’s what you’re worried about!”

Bakugo raised a brow.

“Yeah? You didn’t learn anything from the first guy that tried to eat you?”

“Not a thing!” you grinned, playfully bumping into his shoulder, before running on ahead to avoid the oncoming wrath. Not that he could manage much “wrath” in his current state anyway.

***

You were quickly falling back into the mundane rhythm you were used to. After a shared class with Bakugo first thing after your arrival, you had to temporarily part ways. By the time you were ready to head back to Yuuei, the sky was already dimming and any moment now the street lights were likely going to spring to life and illuminate the darkening streets.

People were walking about, all ready to go home and retire for the day. Ah, how great some rest sounded right about now…

However, instead of the grumpy yet surprisingly mellow for today ash blond, who had offhandedly mentioned he would wait for you to return to Yuuei together, a freckled boy with messy green hair stood beside the entrance and kept glancing back and forth between his phone and the halls.

“Midoriya-kun?” You approached the familiar face. “Didn’t think I’d find you here,” you smiled. His face too lit up when he spotted you and he put away his phone.

“There you are. Kacchan-” he stopped when he noticed your scrunched brows, realizing the nickname had likely confused you. And here he was, thinking you were already used to it. “Bakugo – I mean, Bakugo – said he couldn’t make it, so I swung by to pick you up. It’s getting late and we don’t want you getting hurt again!”

Perhaps you should have been more surprised but even from the short time you’d known him, Midoriya had always sounded like such a sincere person. So did he really care for your well-being so much?

“I- thank you! There really was no need though!” You waved your hands. “I can get there by myself, no need to trouble yourself like that!” Midoriya however only shook his head, motioning for the two of you to head out, as he spoke.

“Oh, it’s fine, really. I was in the area anyway. And hey – everyone seems to have taken a liking to you! We just wanna make sure you’re alright.”

You tried to hide the blush that spread to your cheeks.

Less than an hour later, Midoriya dropped you off at Yuuei, though he mentioned he had some other business to take care of and, heading out again, this time with Aizawa in tow, left you at the cafe. You weren’t scheduled to work today, so you took to helping out here and there with preparing the occasional orders (you still weren’t allowed to even touch the coffee as per Bakugo’s orders but hey, anyone could go and fetch a bottle of juice, right?), and washing some dishes.

Closing time came and went, and you did your best to strike up the occasional small conversations with the handful of fellow workers at Yuuei. You didn’t really know most of them and, as it turned out, you hadn’t even met some until today. The atmosphere was a little awkward but you at least felt at ease. None of them were acting hostile or disapproving of you. Which was a great start.

One of those same new acquaintances called you over to one of the tables to help her carry over the many leftover glasses from a particularly large group of middle-schoolers. You cringed upon remembering how loud they had been. Not that you wanted to turn down any customers, but you were more than happy they weren’t piercing your eardrums any longer.

Complying, you brought over a bigger tray and moved as many glasses as you could fit (and physically still carry) onto it. As you were about to turn around however, you noticed the girl’s head perk up, as if she was sniffing around for something.

Oh, does she have a strong sense of smell like Bakugo-kun? Does that mean Midoriya-kun and Aizawa-san are back?

Someone stormed past outside, though the blinds were closed so only their silhouette was actually visible, and stopped at the door.

Not long after, it was roughly opened, making the small bell chime to warn everyone inside of the new “customer”. Of course, that proved to be unnecessary, as all eyes were already glued to where the figure was going to emerge from any moment now. It was already so late, the place was closed, and that could only mean one thing – it was one of Yuuei’s “special customers”.

Meaning, this was a ghoul that was either too weak or afraid to hunt their own food, so they came to Aizawa, who provided them with what they needed.

You half-considered hiding in a back room to avoid being seen. It should have been okay though. You were going to have to meet all those special customers sooner or later anyway.

As the door opened, a faint mumbling came from outside.

“I can’t believe them. Curse them. Curse both of them, that human and that goddamn ghoul. To think I’d have to stoop this low. Me? This is ridiculous.”

A pair of sunken eyes with unhealthy eye bags scanned around the room. He was keeping his head low, as if ashamed to be seen, yet looking for help. His hair was messy, clothes dirty and skin covered in cuts and bruises. His movements were slow, reminding you of how Bakugo had been acting all morning.

But as his eyes darted anywhere and everywhere, they finally landed on you. At first, he had no plans of sparing you even a second glance – perhaps it wasn’t you he had been looking for.

But they lingered for just a second. And then that second became longer. You stared back. Suddenly, your heart all but stopped.

A pair of light blue eyes. Deep, yet lost and distraught. Almost like he was there but simultaneously wasn’t. His face had once used to be soft and his mouth hadn’t formed anything other than a smile for a while after you had first met him.

But it had been a smile that didn’t quite reach those distant eyes of his.

That’s what you once thought.

The tray dropped and the glasses shattered to countless pieces on the ground.

Your eyes widened, the breath hitching in your throat. You took a step back, only to be met with the cold wall.

Shit.

SHIT.

In an instant, a pair of cold hands wrapped tightly around your throat. Suddenly it wasn’t the breath hitching in your throat that was the biggest problem. It was its inability to even reach there in the first place. He leaned closer to you, baring a crooked sneer.

“Who would’ve thought,” he said in a low voice, though every word dripped with hate and a morbid satisfaction. “To run into you here of all places.”

His grip loosened just enough for you to open one teary eye. He wanted you to see how happy he was. How overjoyed he was at this chance presenting itself to him just like that.

“Everything. Everything that has happened to me. It is all your fault.” His eyes changed. The blue hues were replaced by the familiar black and red. Just like last time. “And I don’t let people who wrong me go unpunished.”

No.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Was this what your second chance was going to come down to?

You were faced with him. He was going to kill you.

Monoma was here to put an end to your life once more.

But perhaps this time you weren’t going to be quite as lucky.

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[CLASSIFIED INFORMATION]

Protocol K78152112

Subject #24

Real Name: N/A

Background: CCG Investigator mortally wounded in battle; officially classified as dead on arrival.

Results: Numerous mutations; change in size; loss of rational thought.

The subject’s skin hardened as desired, though it led to difficulty in moving. Subject was still responsive, but quickly deteriorated.

(scribbled in pen) This guy stayed pretty obedient. Should try and figure out how to replicate that.

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Author’s Note: Haha, I feel like a mess. Anyway, hope that cliffhanger has you on edge! Come to think about it, if you consider the arcs of Tokyo Ghoul, maybe this scene wasn’t nearly as surprising, what with it somewhat mirroring Nishiki’s second encounter with Kaneki (when he was with Hide aka the most precious bean in this entire world-)

I digress. I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I would say some of the plot’s picking up next week, so please look forward to it! Thank you so much for reading, please drop your thoughts and predictions in the comments, and I’ll see you again next week! Bye~

(Psst, @afuckingunicornn @creativedogs @chims-kookies - thank you for the support and here is yet another part!)

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