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bi-disaster-yn · 2 years

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she calls me daddy

Pairings: Kate Bishop x fem!queer!Reader; suggestions of other male avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader may be flirting with the guys all night but she always goes home to Kate in the end. Based on she calls me daddy by KiNG MALA.

Contains: Choking, spanking, oral sex (R receiving), pet names (R calling Kate “daddy”), suggestions of sex with men with the warnings already mentioned. 18+, Minors DNI

A/N: Reader can be read as being any sexuality that involves being attracted to more than one gender <3

She's a little bit psycho

But she follows

When I call in the middle of the night

Kate grimaced as she watched the boys circle round you, listening intently like obedient little puppies with wagging tails as you told a story about taking out five agents at once. They were completely captivated by you and it wasn’t just because of your knack for story telling.

These were some of Earth’s mightiest heroes; the strongest men on the planet but they all just about swooned whenever you would be generous enough to give them your time.

Bucky had his hand on the small of your back, his head dipped to be closer to your face and take in every word you said. Thor had leaned his elbow off the bar on the other side of you, making sure that he was flexing and you could see those bulging muscles. Sam was more calm and collected, standing in front of you casually with his hand in his pocket and the other holding a beer. However, he wasn’t discreet in how he’d looked you up and down every now and then, being enchanted by your figure. Shang Chi also stood next to Sam across from you and bellowed heartily at all of your jokes. His cheeks hurt from smiling so wide at everything you were saying.

It was hilarious really, all of this effort was being expended on you but at the end of the night, you’d be going home to Kate’s house to be used in any way she saw fit.

She’s got you wrapped around her finger

You try to linger

But she's already on her way to mine

“Doesn’t it bother you that she gets all of that attention?” Yelena asked, grabbing Kate’s focus away from you. She was one of the very select few people who knew of yours and Kate’s “arrangement”. The blonde sipped her drink thoughtfully and watched Kate adamantly protest.

“Absolutely not, no. No way. She’s her own person, she can do what she likes.” Kate insisted. She took a large gulp of the questionable spirit that Yelena had handed her and tried to hide the obvious burn in her throat to look cool in front of the assassin.

“If you say so, Kate Bishop,” Yelena shrugged. “Although I have heard the way you make her moan so I wouldn’t be too worried if I were you.”

Kate blinked several times in disbelief at her slightly unusual and unlikely friend. “What do you mean you’ve heard her moan?”

“I slept on your couch last Friday night.”

“But I didn’t invite you to my house on Friday night!”

Yelena groaned as if Kate was the one that was being unreasonable. “Kate, you should know by now that I can come and go without you even noticing. Besides, you’re focusing on the wrong part. I know that you are probably a better fuck than all of those men put together.”

Kate nodded, thinking about it a little with her eyebrow raised. Yelena was right, many times had you exclaimed at Kate that she was the best you’d ever had as she’d brought you to your climax several times in one session. The archer turned back to look at you again. Annoyingly, the guys had moved in even closer to you in a passive aggressive stand off to win your affection. Nevertheless, it was Kate that received the whimsical and suggestive eyes from across the room and she knew that it was her that would be making you moan again that night.

She plays with the boys

But she comes home to me

Cause she might be your girl

But she’s calling me daddy

The longer the night went on, the more primal showboating was exhibited by the men. They’d all shoved each other in a needy and pathetic attempt to show you how to play pool. It was Sam that prevailed and he’d pressed himself up against your back, whispering in your ear what to do and basically bending you over the table to “show you the best technique”.

Thor nonchalantly told you about his great battle stories from across the realms, being sure to drop in that many a time the odds were against him but he had emerged victorious. He contended that whilst a vibranium arm, ten “magic” rings and the shield were cool, they weren’t quite Mjolnir or Stormbreaker.

Bucky and Shang Chi had cornered you to settle a debate on what would make the best first date. Bucky was insistent that it was dinner and dancing; men these days just didn’t know how to treat a woman. Shang Chi had advocated for drinks and karaoke; it’s casual and fun, no one has to take themselves too seriously. When they had prodded you for an answer you just smiled sweetly and told them that both sounded like perfect ideas for a first date. This just spurred them on even more in hopes of achieving a date with you.

Kate started to feel more and more insecure watching all of these events unfold. It was like watching you being stalked as prey by a bunch of wolves. Suddenly, the idea occurred to her that maybe none of them were relenting because you hadn’t given them a reason to.

It was a tough pill to swallow; the idea that you had already given yourself over to them the way you did for Kate. Perhaps, you had actually slept with any number of them before and not told her. It’s not like the two of you discussed your other sexual partners while she was making you see stars. Still, watching you giggle and flirt with the guys whilst never displaying any signs of discouragement was all the evidence she needed.

Kate was starting to feel apprehensive that she was disposable to you. Whilst you might have been sleeping with other avengers and other people outside of the team for that matter; Kate had only ever wanted you.

She's mine

She wears a collar with my name

Secretive but not ashamed

Kate had had enough of watching the guys stumble over each other in desperate attempts to get close to you. Her breathing got heavy and her actions became aggressive. The final straw was watching Bucky put his arms around you from behind and swaying with you to the cheesy song playing.

Kate stormed over, puffing her chest out, with her hands in her pockets, exuding as much masculine energy as possible to join this competition.

“Come with me to the bathroom.” She ordered assertively giving you a look which told you that you should comply.

“Okay.” You replied, giving Bucky’s had a light tap. “Can you let me go, Buck? I’ll be right back, promise.” He quickly let you go with a pout on his face, devastated that you were going but eager for the return you’d promised.

“Why do girls always need to go to the bathroom together?” Sam interjected with a laugh. It amused you as you knew this wasn’t going to be a cute little catch up whilst topping up lipglosses together.

“I would tell you why, Sam, but then I’d have to kill you.” You flirted as Kate took your hand to pull you away. She groaned internally and rolled her eyes as you gave the boys a cute little wave and followed her into the bathroom.

Kate wasted no time in shoving you up against the wall, pinning your hands above your head and kissing you roughly. You moaned a little into her mouth, having been taken by surprise and you felt a familiar heat grow between your legs.

“You. Are. Driving. Me. Crazy.” She growled against your mouth before kissing you again, almost as though she was trying to consume you.

You smirked into the kiss, shuffling a little against her as you got more and more turned on. Kate was firm and still, holding your wrists in place against the wall. She moved to kiss along your jaw and finally down to your neck. The smell of cologne was lingering on you. It could have been from any of them, given that they’d all taken turns in trying to press themselves against you. It burned in Kate’s nostrils and motivated her even further to claim you.

Infatuated with an incredible need to mark her territory, Kate had become no better than the guys.

She harshly bit down on your neck and sucked in your most sensitive spot which inspired an excited yelp from you.

“Fucking hell, Kate.” You breathed out, moaning as she kept going. She dropped your wrists and her hands roamed the rest of your body, kneading your tits, dragging her nails down your abdomen over your dress and landing with a smack on your ass, cupping your cheeks.

You had wrapped your arms around her shoulders, enjoying every second of having her hands all over you. In truth, you enjoyed flirting with the guys. Partly because they were all undeniably handsome but mostly because you know it would get Kate all worked up like this.

Once she’d left a suitably obvious hickey on your neck she left a kiss on it and admired her work. She reached her hand up and grabbed on to your throat tightly and you relished in the squeeze.

“Who do you belong to?” Kate asked, giving you a stern and authoritarian look.

“You.” You moaned, enjoying this a little too much already.

“You, what?”

“You, daddy.”

Kate smirked and bit her lip at you becoming a mess already for her. “That’s right, babygirl. That’s fucking right.”

She turned you round so your chest was pressed against the wall. Your ass received a couple of harsh spanks before Kate pulled the hem of your dress up to rest on your hips. Her next move was to get on her knees behind you, biting at the sore flesh of your ass and you could have screamed. Fingertips digging into the wall and legs trembling, you turned your head to look at the door being so painfully aware that anyone could just walk in.

Kate pulled your underwear down and let it fall to your ankles. Putting her hand between your thighs, she parted your legs to get at her favourite part of your body. Slowly, she opened her mouth and dragged her tongue along your aching clit. A gasp was emitted from your lips and you arched your back to stick your bum out, exposing more of your pussy to Kate’s tongue.

Kate chuckled at your eagerness and submission. Her hands gripped your hips to keep you in place as she started to suck on your clit. She would take long gulps and hollowed out her cheeks to the drag the pleasure out for as long as possible. You were a writhing, moaning mess. Your forehead was pressed against the wall in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself. Your hands awkwardly flailed from resting against the wall to putting them over Kate’s on your hips. Usually, you would tug at her hair but with her being on her knees behind you, it was too difficult.

She hummed contentedly against you and it sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body. The mewls and cries you let out were so high pitched, you were both a little in shock that your voice could even go that high. Kate would alternate her method between sucking your clit to get it all nice and sensitive and then would lap it up with her tongue. The noises you were making told her all she needed to know about what a good job she was doing.

She noted your legs beginning to shake and knew you were close. Feeling yourself get very sensitive you tried to move away from her. Kate responded with gripping your hips tighter and digging her nails in. This sent you flying over the edge.

“Oh my god, thank you, daddy! I’m cumming, fuck!” You screamed as you let go, Kate sucking for longer in order to drag your orgasm out for as long as possible.

You leaned against the wall for support, your hands pressed on it to steady yourself. You focused on your haphazard breathing and attempted to regulate it. Kate gently pulled your underwear back up and stood up to pull your dress back down. She kissed your shoulder repeatedly and rubbed your back as you came to.

“You wanna go home?” She asked softly.

“Yeah.” You replied, knowing it wouldn’t be long before both of you were up for round two.

You should see their face when they finally realize

That she plays with the boys

But she comes home to me

It was pretty obvious when you and Kate emerged from the bathroom what you had been up to. Her hand was on the small of your back and she occasionally gave you some shoulder kisses. Likewise, you adorned a large love bite on your neck whilst your face and chest were red and flushed.

Kate wished she could have taken a picture of the guys’ faces. Each one of them had their jaw dropped in complete shock, having realised just how naive and clueless they had been all night. It made you giggle but it made Kate smug.

You took your bag back from Shang Chi who was holding it for you, giving the four men a sweet smile. “Tonight was fun, I’ll see you guys later. Bye.”

They wordlessly all raised their hands to wave you off. All of them were bitter and disappointed they had not caught on that it was Kate they had needed to compete with.

You turned to Kate who had tasked herself with sorting the Uber. Her hand returned to your back as she guided you out of the bar. She may not have had good odds in a fight against any of the four men, but she had won this and honestly, this was more satisfying.

Head's a mess

She's responsible

Change her mind

It's impossible

You rested your head on Kate’s shoulder in the car, relaxing into her. Kate moved and put her arm around you to which you gave a contented sigh.

Kate looked down at the sweet sight of you in her arms and began to wonder if this was enough for her. She couldn’t handle watching men flirting with you in a bar right in front of her face so she shuddered to think about what you did behind her back.

Her brain flooded with intense intrusive thoughts. Bucky’s vibranium arm round your neck, squeezing it just the way you liked. Sam bending you over that pool table, riding your dress up and pulling your underwear down just as Kate had done in the bathroom. Shang Chi spanking you as you let out excited moans, begging him for more. Thor eating you out as though you were his last meal and making your voice hoarse with your screams.

Kate groaned, the thoughts making her feel nauseous. She was aware that you had maybe done any of those things before. The real kick in the teeth though, is that you weren’t Kate’s girlfriend and were perfectly free to still do those things.

You had never suggested wanting anything serious, seemingly content with the arrangement you and Kate had whilst freely flirting with the guys on nights out. It occurred to the archer that she might control you in the bedroom but in real life it was you that held the reigns. You had everyone right where you wanted them.

Watch the girl get what she likes

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silverhyenaart · 4 years

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Another Family Fluff Piece

Because I can’t resist posting bits and pieces of upcoming chapters.

Anyways, I could imagine that Tom and Maddie would have to become adept at wrangling their speedster son. (I mean, when you really think about it, Sonic wouldn’t have to listen to them if he didn’t want to. It’s just a good thing that he loves and respect them.) But of course, he’s still a kid, and kids get into mischief. Kids sometimes run where they’re not supposed to. So here’s a mostly first draft bit,

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Maddie nodded in agreement, turning around while still in her husband's gentle hold. She put her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer for a kiss. It was at that moment a 'WHOOSH' or air followed by a blue blur interrupted their tender moment.

“Oh! Errrrrmmm... sorry. D-didn't mean to interrupt your weird grown up.... ritual... thing,” apologized the little alien, all the while making a strange face while sticking out his tongue.

Kissing was just something Sonic couldn't wrap his mind around. Donut Lord and Pretzel Lady did it, people in various movies and TV shows did it, even a whole bunch of his classmates would do it, often brazenly out in the halls or the school yard. (But the sneakier ones would go to the bathrooms. Seriously, just to do that!) Locking mouths and “swapping spit” as he'd heard it referred to a few times before just didn't seem appealing at all! It was just so strange; stranger than the little kisses to the forehead and cheeks Maddie would often insist on giving him.

“To be continued,” muttered Maddie, giving Tom a mischievous little smile and wink before addressing Sonic, “And you, young man. Isn't it past your bedtime?”

Tom moved his arm to wrap around his wife's shoulder, giving the strong appearance of experienced and seasoned parents. (Key word here being “appearance.”)

“But Pretzel Lady, I'm not tiiiiiired,” argued the young hedgehog, all the while scratching Ozzie's head and ears once the old golden retriever padded to his side, “Donut Lord?”

“Sorry kiddo, this time I can't help you.”

Sonic cast an accusatory look to his caretaker. His hero. This betrayal! From the Donut Lord, no less. It couldn't be happening. There was only one other option now.

Already predicting what was about to happen next, Tom pulled out his phone, opening up the stopwatch app, “Maddie, your record is one minute and twenty three seconds.”

“I can beat that!”

“Don't be to sure about that, Pretzel Lady. You'll have to catch me first!” challenged Sonic, taking on a confident and defiant stance.

Human and alien stared each other down, asserting dominance, each one trying to intimidate the other, (all while struggling to hold back a fit of playful laughter as smiles threatened to crack.)

“And... GO!” Tom called, starting the timer.

Immediately, Sonic was off, dashing throughout the house in a streak of blue, leaving a gust of wind in his wake. Despite not moving yet, Maddie could already feel her heart pounding and blood pumping as adrenaline kicked in. She knew chasing Sonic directly was a fruitless endeavor. However, the woman watched for her adopted son's blue trail, following the pattern as she took her position. Letting out a deep breath, feeling another rush of air brush right by her side, Maddie squared her shoulders and kept calm, knowing that her little show-off couldn't resist coming back again for a second pass.

This time she was ready for the speedy little blue devil. Maddie knew he liked to go for the right on the first pass, left on the second. There was a bit of an impact; nothing that would cause either one of them serious harm, but it was enough to knock the wind out of the human. Despite that, Maddie emerged victorious, now holding a rather baffled-looking Sonic in her arms.

“Hey! W-what the-?! H-how did you-?!”

The little blue alien squirmed a bit in his caretaker's arms, still uncertain about how and when exactly this happened.

“So... you were saying that I'd have to catch you first?” questioned Maddie, shifting Sonic to lean against her shoulder while rubbing his back, “Well consider yourself caught, young sir.”

She was rewarded with a rather defeated yet still playful groan from the teenage alien.

“Yeah. Well, I'm still not tired...”

“One minute and eighteen seconds.”

At Tom's announcement of Maddie's new personal best, the woman excitedly pumped her fist in the air before returning to stroking Sonic's quills. Having a child was never easy; an alien child with superpowers more so. The two of them had been learning Sonic's preferred patterns over time to a point where both caretakers could predict his movements and catch him in a full run. Maddie and Tom would take turns while Sonic thought of it like a game. (A game he'd secretly just let his two favorite humans win, of course. Or at least that's what he kept telling himself.)

Despite having been “captured”, the boy was laughing while his short tail wagged. Gently, Tom ran his hand over Sonic's head, giving his ears a good scratch then gave Ozzie some attention. Now, over the last several months, the little blue space hog had become quite the conisuerrier of his caregivers' affection. The Donut Lord had larger hands, offering excellent coverage of all the good spots and had become a master of ear rubs. (No doubt with all the practice he'd had with Ozzie.) Pretzel Lady on the other hand had smaller, slimmer fingers with longer nails that could zero in on a single area with surgical precision. Wonderful, gentle hands that lovingly stroked through Sonic's blue quills practically causing the boy to melt in her arms.

“Let's get you to bed, little one.” Maddie said, lightly kissing the blue alien's forehead, causing him to let out a little groan as his muzzle reddened.

“H-hey, I'm not that little,” Sonic protested, resting his chin on Maddie's shoulder while she walked him out of the kitchen and up the stairs, “And I'm not -yaaaaawn- that sleepy either.”

“Hmph, you could have fooled me, bud,” observed Tom, following behind, “But if that's the case I guess you could say that-”

“No. Don't go there! I know what you're -yawn- gonna say...”

“You could say that in your case, sleep is in short order.”

Another one. So soon too! Tom just laughed as the blue alien tried to hide his still reddening face by burying it against Maddie's neck, all the while groaning loudly. It was dreadful. Terrible. But he'd expect nothing less of the Donut Lord.

******

So yeah, cute family fluff piece. If you’re interested in the story thus far, it’s called Sometimes All you Need is a Friend.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26085514/chapters/63447325

Now, this was partially inspired by this post I saw on Tumblr, https://humanityinahandbag.tumblr.com/post/624134807767695360/sonic-the-hedgehog-very-serious-question

Thank you @shouto-midoriya for posting the link to this post for me and @humanityinahandbag for the original post!

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years

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Countryside Home

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None Summary: Instead of the Avengers meeting up with Clint’s family home, the Avengers meet someone who’s barely there but works hard. Other than Steve, Tony knows she’s a spy.

Author’s Note: I just want to be in a nice home and have Steve around with the others, cutting wood, drinking on the porch, watching the stars, working in the barn, you know? We need that.

I was just listening to Gorilaz and I love this song called, “On Melancholy Hill”

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Tony and Clint were in the cockpit, flying over to the coordinates of their lay low place. “You sure there’s something here, Cap? Seems like it’s just a complete field,” Tony looks over to Steve who was slightly struck up about something before nodding. “I’m sure.”

Tony nods and looks away, talking with Clint for a bit.

That witch twin did something to the team, made up fears and threats to their heads and it took Steve back. He feared he will lose her. Lose them. He didn’t want that.

“We’re almost there, Cap,” Tony looks forward and sees a house, in the complete empty field. On the screen, it never showed the house on the screen, it was a complete empty field. “What the...” Clint and Tony look at each before they land the quinjet in the forest nearby.

Steve was the first to walk out with the team. Natasha, Bruce, Thor, Tony and Clint followed behind confused on who’s house this was and how does he know about this place that hasn’t been shown on google maps itself?

Steve and the gang reach the porch, they look around to see old things, garden tools, swing bench, chairs and a table. “We all love a countryside home, hm?” Tony asks, looking at the others.

Steve opens the gate door and he held it open for the others. There was a loud howl that turns into barks. Tony tilts his head, “We gotta hell hound on the other side. Any of you allergic?” He asks. Natasha was the one to glare.

“Steve? Is that you?” Someone calls, Steve smiles at the voice. “It is. And I brought some people.” The footsteps get louder as they head into the living room and the gang stop.

Y/N was wiping down her hands on a rag as she smiles at the team. Thor was confused for a second, Tony leans over, “That is an agent of some kind. I’ve seen her.”

Y/N walks up to Steve and he kisses her. Y/N pulls away with a grin and looks at the team, “You guys look like you’ve been through hell.”

Tony nods, “I’m sure you have too.”

Y/N shrugs, “Probably.” There were heavy steps coming down the stairs and they met their floor. “Daddy!” A little girl comes running up and the other Avengers mouths gape.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Steve kneels down and picks her up, putting her on his hip. The little girl plays with the silver star on his chest. “How you doing?” He asks.

“This is a smaller agent,” Tony mutters. Y/N looks over to the group, “When I was pregnant, I found a house here and I called Nick to help keep us off the map for safety reasons.” Steve looks down at her and grins.

“Did you bring Auntie Nat?” The girl asks, Steve looks over to Natasha and nods at her. “Who’s that?” He asks, the girl looks over to Natasha who was smiling. “Can I get a hug?”She asked.

The girl slides out of Steve’s arms and jumps into Natasha’s causing them to laugh. Tony looks at the couple and grins, “I never heard about your kid.”

“That’s because we didn’t want anyone knowing.”

“No wonder you left the team,” Tony says. Y/N walks up to him, “It’s good to see you.” Tony sighs and opens his arms, “Yeah, you too.” The two hug and something hits Tony in the groin causing him to grunt.

Y/N looks down, “Oh, sorry,” She pulls the border collie back as its tail wags. “She just loves guests.”

“Is your dog an agent as well?” Thor asks, Y/N looks up to him and laughs. “No, but she’s a good help around the house. You’re all welcome to use the bathrooms for showers. I’m making some lunch, it may take a little bit longer since there’s a bit more of you.”

Tony nods, “All right.” The toaster goes off and that somehow triggers the God of Thunder to walk out and Steve follows him outside.

“Thor.”

The god stops at the end of the porch steps, “I saw something in that dream. I need answers. I won’t find them here,” He says. Steve watches him swing his hammer and fly off into the sky. The blue clear sky was bright and he loved the smell of the grass and just the woodsy smell of the trees around their field.

Slowly, he felt a hand rub up his shoulder. “You should get out of this suit. You’ll be here for a while, right?”

Steve turns around to face her. “I’m sure we won’t keep you and Amber trouble.” Y/N shakes her head, “My family can never keep me trouble. I haven’t seen them in a long time.”

“Neither have I,” Steve leans down and places a kiss on her lips. Y/N grabs the belts that wrap around his shoulders and tugs them towards her. Steve wraps his arms around her and smiles in the kiss.

“God, you kiss like a prince,” Y/N says.

“Is that a bad thing?” He asks, Y/N smiles, “Definitely not.” She taps his chest and sighs, “Get out this suit, okay?” Steve gives her a silent okay as she runs her hand through his hair.

“You need a shower as well.”

“Could you join me?” He asks. Y/N smiles and looks at his suit. He knew she liked it. “As much as that would be fun. One, we have guests, two I ain’t having a second kid now, third... not in the mood for fondue.” Steve tilts his head. “It looked like you were.”

Y/N chuckles. “Get in the shower, you punk.”

Steve and Tony were offered to cut some logs out in the front of the house. “You and Y/N, never thought the man who hates when people lie, he tells his team a lie.”

“What did I lie about?” Steve asked.

“Lying that you didn’t have this...” Tony gestures to Amber on the deck with Y/N. “This family.”

“We only did it to protect Amber,” Steve lifts up his ax and cuts the log in half. Tony cuts the one in front of him, throwing it in the pile. “Thor didn’t say where he was going for answers?” Tony asks.

“Sometimes my teammates don’t tell me things,” Steve looks over to Amber who was chasing the border collie in the field laughing. Steve grabs a log, “I was hoping Thor would be the exception.”

“Yeah, give him time,” Tony said, “We don’t know what the Maximoff kid showed him.” Steve cuts the wood as the pieces collapse at his feet. Steve plants the ax in the wood.

“Earth’s Mightiest Heroes,” He says, “Pulled us apart like cotton candy.” Tony grabs his ax. “Seems like you walked away all right.” Steve turns to Tony, panting. “Is that a problem?” He asks.

Tony shrugs, “I don’t trust a guy with a dark side,” He cuts the log, “Call me old-fashioned.”

“Well, let’s just say you haven’t see it yet,” Steve says, beginning to plant his feet to ready up the ax. “You know Ultron is trying to tear us apart, right?” Tony asks. Steve halts, “Well, I guess you’d know. Whether you’d tell us is a bit of a question,” Steve cuts the log.

“Banner and I were doing research.”

“That would affect the team-”

“That would end the team,” Tony interrupts, Steve turns to the pile ignoring his gaze, “Isn’t that the mission?” Steve glances up and walks over to the pile. “Isn’t that the ‘Why We Fight’? So we can end the fight?” Steve grabs the log, “So we could go home?-”

The soldier rips the log in half and turns to Tony, “Every time someone tries to win the war before it starts, innocent people die,” Steve’s brows lift, “Every time.” The two stare at each other before Y/N comes up. “Tony, I had a small favor. The tractor in the barn can’t seem to work, if you could just-”

“Yeah, I’ll give it a kick,” Tony says. Tony glances at Steve and points at his pile, “Don’t take from my pile.” Tony walks over to the barn as Y/N walks up to Steve.

“The tractor?” Steve asks, Y/N smiles, “I had to get him away from you somehow. Besides... someone’s there to talk to him.” Steve puts down the ax and pulls her in. “Why don’t you come inside and eat?” She asks. Steve smiles and nods. “Okay.”

After the whole team spoken about Ultron’s plan and decided about theirs, Ultron’s plan was to evolve and they had to leave right after dinner. Y/N picked up her little Amber. “Is daddy leaving again?” She asks.

Y/N sighs, “He’ll be back.” Y/N turns to see Steve walk in with his suit on and shield. “I’ll be back soon,” He says, he leans down and kisses Y/N. Amber reaches for Steve, “You promise you be back?” Amber asks, Steve takes her hand smiles.

“I promise,” He kisses her hand and then the top of her head. “How much do you love daddy?” He asks. Amber and Y/N look at each other with smile.

“Too much.”

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The last sentences were from the Defending Jacob series. I needed to use it.

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cutegirlmayra · 4 years

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I love your jealous Sonic and I think the most canon one is boom, so may I ask for Boom!Sonamy with jealous Sonic? If you need a more specific idea maybe Amy gets a pet like a puppy that takes up all her attention so Sonic feels left out and in competition and feels the dog doesn't like him and doesn't want to share Amy.

You can find me talking about this prompt at 21:16 on the Pajama Blogs!

Hehe, jealous Sonic, it would be more canon in Boom, you’re right. I agree and share your opinions lolol but I think this would be cute and I hope I do it justice!

PROMPTS ARE ON SHUTDOWN! Sorry, you missed the grand opening and will have to wait till next time :( You can still ask questions though! But they need to be in accordance to the blog rules~<3

Prompt:

Comedy Chimp was in a hysteria of panic, the news had just announced the most popular celebrity pet: Tinkle Dipples, to be housed in Hedgehog Village while preparing to shoot a cameo in the famous Tommy Thunder movies.

Eggman and Amy compete in a tournament/competition to win the right to take care of Tinkle Dipples for the shooting, since his manager is going fangirl over Tommy Thunder, she doesn’t want to care for him and instead, has Amy--the winner of the tournament--sign some legal documents and take off to pursue her hero.

Sympathizing a bit with the manager but more excited about the cute, idol puppy, Amy takes her job very seriously as Eggman whines and complains about his loss and plans to do something about it..!

“I knew I should have played Dynamite Dalmatian but she had Rover Clover on the field, you can’t EXPLODE ROLL WITH MAXIUM LUCK ON YOUR OPPONENTS TEAM!” he wept and tossed his arms about as they wacked against his bed.

Orbot and Cubot just looked to each other, unsure how to comfort him. “Sir, perhaps scheming against Sonic and his friends while one of their prominent members is distracted could prove useful and make you feel better?” Orbot stated, as the two held up a pen and some graph paper, “Scheming always puts you in a better mood for evil...” He encouraged again.

Collecting himself and rubbing his massive hands under his glasses, he sniffled as he took the paper and started sketching. “Ohh...hoo... hoo...oh-ho? Oh ho! Oh-ho-ho-ho-wha-hahaha!!!” with soft cries that suddenly turned manic with evil, he scribbled more furiously and immediately cranked his back and threw his arms to an angle in his signature laughter.

Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles were playing beachball when Sticks poked her head out of the local garage dump, “Heeeey, wait a minute!” she threw a banana peel off her head a second, “Volleyball and Beachball are the same things! Why are they called differently!? Do they respond to the same name!?”

“Guess you could call it Beach Volleyball.” Tails shrugged, “Though, technically, beachball is the thing you use to play volleyball...” As he continued, Knuckles spiked and knocked him down while he was contemplating it.

“Haha! Snooze you loose!” Knuckles mocked, throwing his arms down to point at Tails.

“Grr... Knuckles! We’re on the same team!” He spat out sand and dusted himself off.

“Oh.” Knuckles then gestured to himself, “Well, then I was awake and quaked!”

Tails shook his head, “Sonic, do you have to play on your own team?”

“What? I’m fast enough for two!” Showing off his amazing speed, Sonic zipped around the court to where it looked like Sonic was literally playing by himself, “I could even play all teams!” He snatched the ball from the ground and pushed--or lightly placed--Knuckles and Tails out of the field to then play the game by himself.

“Still seems a bit unfair, though.” Tails pouted, folding his arms.

“No, no. Shh!!! I wanna see which team wins!” Knuckles became excited, “Woo! Go, Left field Sonic! Ah! No! Watch out, Right field Sonic! Nooo..!!! Oh, phew... Wait-Sonic!” Knuckles went through typical spectators reactions, gripping his head, tugging on his hair, before cheering yet again, “Yeeeahhh! Good forward arm there, Left field Sonic! Rooted for your along! ... Hey, which one’s Sonic again?” he looked to Tails.

“At least you got the fields right.” Tails side-commented before stepping back up to Sonic. “Is this because Amy wouldn’t come down to the beach today?”

“Yeah, we can’t help it if I’m too good for the two of ya.” He twirled the ball on his finger, “Besides, Amy can’t--and won’t--part with that Tinkle... Dinkle... Winkle... whatever his name is!” Sonic fanned a hand out, masking his own opinions on it. “Amy’s obsessed with that thing...”

“Huh, I always thought Amy was obsessed with y-” Tails seemed to panic and jumped up to cover Knuckles’s mouth.

“Knuckles-!” he cried out, then lowered his voice to whisper down to him, clinging to his head and shoulder. “We’re supposed to pretend we don’t know anything about that...”

“Anything about what now?” Sonic was still doing tricks with the volleyball.

“N-nothing!” Tails waved his hands out and flew a moment in the air. “An-anyway, I don’t think I’m really in the mood to keep playing. I’ve got uh... some... some engineering stuff to work on! Bye, Sonic!” He waved and took off.

“Engine-erring!?” Sticks spat out a flat tire that had been thrown away that she was gnawing on to find the trapped gerbil that she believed made the car’s wheels turn and free it from it’s imprisonment at last. “Oh no, you don’t!” she jumped out and rushed after him, barking as he flew up and in a bit of surprised fright, tried to dodge her but she jumped and grabbed his foot. “You aren’t making nothing to torture these gerbils anymore!”

“W-wha-what are you talking about!? Le-let goooo!!!” The two flew off and seemed to crash somewhere.

“I-uh... better check on that.” Knuckles saw Sonic offering to share the ball with him but decided to check on his friends first. “Sticks! Wait! I’m sure that nice village of Gogobas are still safely in their pity parties!”

Sonic sighed, “Oooh...” And let the ball go to kick it, letting it roll as a Eggman spybot was hit out of a bush and flew up.

“Guess I’ll check on Amy then...” Sonic took off towards her house.

“Hehehe-huhuhu...” Eggman rubbed his hands together, sitting happily in front of his screen in his evil lair. “There we go... I’ll snatch Mr. Tinkle Dipples the second Amy’s distracted by Sonic!” He roared confidently in laughter. “My machine is almost complete! Orbot! Cubot!”

“Yes, Doctor?!” Cubot nervously saluted as Eggman turned around to face the two in his spinning chair.

“Make sure my robot pooch is fully operational!”

“Yes, doctor!” The two took off...

Sonic raced to the door, but before knocking, looked himself over in the reflection of a window and adjusted his quills, then tightened his bandana. He choked, loosening the bandana again and grumbling to himself something but the only audible line one could hear was--”Never learned to tie a tie...” before rushing back to door and knocking this time.

“Busy!” Amy cried from within.

His entire confident air deflated, and he drooped forward with his arms hanging down, “Oooh... Uh, it’s me! Sonic! ... Sonic The Hedgehog!” He puffed himself up just a little bit more, calling and leaning more towards the door. “Hero extraordinary! ... So much better than a puppy...” He folded his arms and mumbled the last bit to himself.

“Oh-oh... C-coming!” Amy seemed to scramble but Sonic could hear multiple layers of locks, chairs, wooden-door stoppers and more start being cleared away like a construction site. She peeked open the door, “Come in!” she chimed, “Quickly, quickly, quickly..!” She then rushed him in and put one single lock back on the door. “Eh, I’ll take of that later.”

“Woah, what’s with the, uh... high-end security arrangement, Ames?” Sonic thumbed-back to the door but Amy rushed over to a stool with a soft pillow on it, making the little puppy look like royalty as his tongue hung out and he drooled.

His eyes grew intensely large like in anime and shined, trying to such Sonic into his cuteness as Sonic felt the pull but leaned away.

It shone with heavenly aura as it’s eyes kept growing bigger but Sonic about-faced and turned to Amy, “Uhh... How’s the pooch-sitting coming along-” he was surprised to see she was completely captivated by the puppy and already squatting by the stool, gawking and taking pictures as her own eyes looked bigger than normal.

“Aww, cute puppy! Sweet boy! Look over hereee~” she cooed and coddled as it continued to pant, it’s eyes normal to Sonic now. “Who’s the cutest, wutest, sweetest, squishiest cheek boy ever?~” she then scrunched up his cheeks and played with them as they jiggled and wobbled to her touch, spraying drool everywhere...

“Oh.” He realized he was being ignored. “Alright, no worries, just the most dashing man of the hour in your house... No need to over-celebrate.” He frowned and pushed his arms straight down again. “Dumb dog.” he muttered under his breath.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY!?” Amy’s big, sparkling eyes went right into his face, as though a brainwashed-slave to this puppy as he shook his head in intimidation at her creepy smile.

“N-no-nothing! Just how cute the puppy iswh! Is-!” he almost mimicked Amy’s baby-talk on accident. “Ehem, Amy, I normally would never do this under typical and honorable circumstances but in this case-” He shoved her hands to his cheeks, “I think you see my point.” he beamed.

“...Uh, I guess?” Amy took her hands off his cheeks, “You hungry or something?”

He deflated yet again, his eyes just saucers of white. “N... No.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“...Yes.” He shrugged down, and as she went to the kitchen, he glared and clenched his jaw at the puppy. He zipped over to it, “Listen you, I don’t know what fame has done to your head or anything, but I’m not here to stand for your pompous treatment of my friend!”

The dog continued to drool, one eye blinking.

“But I’ll have you know that I’m the big shot in these parts! And Amy just happens to be madly in love with me!” He pointed to himself and then picked up the constantly panting dog. “Not you. So you can wag your little tail and stick out your tongue somewhere else!” He dashed to one of Amy’s bird cages and shoved the dog in, causing a minor yelp from it but it wasn’t hurt, just surprised as Sonic tarped it and headed back to Amy.

Sitting at the counter, he then crossed his legs, “So-ho-ho~ Amy~ Have I told you about the one time I-”

“Yep.” Amy continued to work on the food.

“I-I didn’t even say it.” Sonic squinted his eyes in suspicion at her.

“Uh-huh.”

“...Are you even listening to me?”

“All done!” she poured something into a bowl.

“Awesome! You’re cooking, might I say, is way better than Meh Burger when it comes to the ol’Sonic engine!” he rubbed his stomach and licked his chops before Amy swiped the bowl away from him as he went to bite down. “H-huh..? What just happened...” he spoke with his mouth open, mid-bite again, before he saw the puppy had mysteriously wound-up on the pillow stool again, Amy bringing the deluxe dog food over to him.

“Here you go, Mr. Tinkle Dinkles~ Yes, who’s hungry? Who’s the biggest star in Hedgehog Village and the world? And the whole wide wittle world? You are~ You are, you good boy~” she petted him as he leaned his head back, thumped his leg at her praise and loving scratches, and then flopped over her lap to gorge himself in her home-prepared dog food.

Sonic leaned against the couch, narrowing his eyes at the sight as he muttered more curses for the dog under his breath...

He had a thought bubble that then showed a chibi-version of Amy and the pooch, her scratching his belly and loving on him but the dog faded and a Chibi-Sonic replaced it. Snickering and cackling as Chibi-Amy continued her smothering but the Dog was now whining with it’s tail between it’s legs, trapped in a Meh Burger costume with a sign that read: ‘Will pee for attention’.

Sonic continued to snicker to himself before the doorbell rang again.

“Oh?” Amy lightly placed the dog back on his stool and used a finely made napkin with ‘Fuzzy Puppy Buddies’ logo on it to clean up his mouth before heading to the door. “Who could that be?”

While Amy was distracted, Sonic sped over to the dog, grabbed it, pulled back the window and tossed the dog with a under-handed swing out the window. It hung in the air a moment before going, “Oof?” like a little woof and fell straight down...

Into Eggman’s hands...

“Hehehe, hohoho..!” Eggman placed a mechanical dog down, doing the exact animations as the dumb little creature in the first place. “Now you’re coming with daddy sweetie~ Who’s a big, bright, beautiful star? You are~ You are Mr. Tinkle Dipples~ Uncle Eggy has a nice place set up just for you~” he wiggled his finger to the puppy and continued to adore it secretly while sneaking away.

“I’m gonna miss Metal Pooch.” Cubot wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. “Such beautiful destruction he caused...”

“Yeah... The steel heart mends, Cubot. Give it time to rust.” Orbot patted Cubot and helped turn him away from the sight.

When Amy closed the door again, she turned around with a shriek, panicking and tearing her house up looking for the dog. Sonic tried everything to get her to turn her attention to him, even momentarily throwing away his pride and setting up a floor-lounge with candle-lit setting with a rose in and across his mouth,... but she was too busy searching to see.

He spat out the rose and it hit her on the back of her head, “Ah! Sonic! We don’t have time for-...” Her eyes shrunk at the scene, and it might have been enough as their eyes met and romantic music started playing as he lifted up his foot and clicked a radio with his heel.

“Who’s a good boy..?” he flirted, but suddenly...

“BARK. BARK. I AM BARKING LIKE A CUTE, WITTLE BOY. BARK. BARK.”

“Oh my stars!” Amy raced to the window, “Mr. Tinkle Dipples!? What are you doing out here?” she had big, anime eyes again... as though love was blinding her from seeing the fakeness of the dog.

She cradled it in her arms after reaching down the window to get it.

“BARK. BARK. I AM THE GOODEST OF BOYS.” It’s robot voice was a dead giveaway, but Sonic was amazed to see that Amy kept caring for it, spoon-feeding it as it took the food but lifted its tail to dispel it out the other end.

“Ohh~ Did Tinkle Dipples make a wittle present-mess-le?” Amy put her hands to her hips as Sonic couldn’t take it anymore.

“HE’S A ROBOT!” He spindashed the Eggman robot as it powered down.

“Ohh... Goodest of b-b-boys...” and shut down.

“NNNOOOO!!!” Amy freaked out, crying and holding him in her lowered arms.

“Amy! Snap out of it! It’s a decoy!” Sonic put his hands on her shoulders and shook her, and her eyes returned to normal. “H-huh? Sonic? When did you get here?”

He lowered his eyes in agitation, but then the news came on.

“This just came in, T.W Barker is suing Amy Rose for a violation of her contract, that’s right, MR. TINKLE DIPPLES IS MISSING! AHH!! THAT POOR, INNOCENT BOY! AHH! AHH, THE AGONY! Amy’s reputation is ruined by the way and the world will never forgive her awful crime of LOSING THE MOST ADORABLE PUPPY IN THE WOR-RL-RLD!!!” The eagle was losing himself in his grief, as Amy’s eyes twitched and she brought out her hammer, looking ready to murder Sonic.

“Wait!” He dodged, “Amy, listen to me! YIKES!” he had to dodge Amy all the way to Eggman’s, where they defeated him to get the puppy back, who was still as still and in a loop-animation as ever, but wagged its tail and licked Sonic’s face when successfully brought to the manager.

Amy’s reputation was spared and Cubot and Orbot got Tails to fix Metal Pooch, leaving him to a happy life with Mombot.

She sat and stroked him, “THERE. THERE. WHO’S THE GOODEST BOY IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD BESIDES MY TWO OTHER EVIL BOY SONS?”

Metal Pooch continued the animation cycle, “I AM. I AM GOODEST BOY OF YOUR TWO EVIL SONS. BARK. BARK.”

Eggman frowned, watching from a window, “Ohh... Wait, how’d he end up there!?”

Cubot still visits to give him screws as a treat.

Amy looked to her friends, “Huh, I guess the moral here is to not let celebrities take over your lives and make you forget about your real friends...” She opened her arms up to everyone but instead, T.W Barker popped up, shocking everyone.

“And always keep your contractual obligations~” he winked to the camera with a sly grin.

“Evenwhenabluehedgehog,that’sbeentheloveofyourlifeforwhoknowshowlong,isflirtingwithyoujustbecausejealousyisapartofacopingmechanismoftennotprescribedwithourcompany’sproductremembertobrushyourteethandsayyourprayerssuckersthisistotallylegitmarketingschemes.”

he muttered under his breath as though the legalities at the end of a radio or t.v commercials.

END.

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Our Nightly Confidant 5

Four steps in my shoes

Four feels strongly.

In general, as a rule, but also in this specific situation, where sweat sticks his hair to his forehead and the pegasus boots chaff from constant overuse. From the slight burn of his arm muscles that nonetheless keep swinging the Four Sword.

Amazingly, the emotion at the forefront of his mind cannot be easily and neatly assigned to one facet of him. Annoyance isn't exclusive to any one side of him, quite the contrary. And the 'you can go die!' disdain is a taaaaad too specific as well.

White paws sweep at him and barely miss the top of his head. Would have hit Ezlo, if this had been his first adventure. The pang of nostalgia doesn't help his focus much.

Small bursts of magic and swings of his boomerang sting enough to keep his enemy on the backfoot. Behind him, a few roots twist enough for an opening beneath the trunk. If he can just...

The paw slams inches away from where he was standing a second earlier.

Urgh. It had to happen after they marched all day in search of civilization, didn't it?

Well, nothing to it, Four adjusts his sword and glares back at the slitted eyes trailed on him.

Which is when the loudest, most thunderous bark he ever heard rips the air in half and hammers in his eardrums. The white monster (cat) yowls in fright, fur straight up in horror, back arched, and it sprints right up a tree.

Wolfie is a familiar sight, and a welcome one at that.

But some instinctive part of him that is more Minish than Hylian can't help grip the Four Sword tighter. From this perspective, Wolfie has more in common with Wild's divine beasts than a regular animal. His claws look about as tall as Four himself. And at the moment, the wolf is displaying a mouth full of fangs that promise a painful death.

He doesn't blame the cat for scampering. He's seen what those fangs can do to a throat. Or a wrist. Or an ankle. Not, really, he thinks the cat shows great wisdom in getting the hell out of Wolfie's range.

But, because he is a Hero of Courage, he flips the sword in his hands, sheathes it and waves his arms.

“Twilight!”

The shift is instantaneous, and a little amazing to witness. The ears perk up, the posture straightens from its crouch, the teeth all disappear behind the black lips. It's a flip of Pacci's cane, a turn on a rupee, and there's the big beast their group loves.

“You okay there, Smithy?” Twilight asked, sniffing him for signs of injuries.

It's strange, hearing Twilight's voice coming through the sort of mental-bond-language of the Minish. Useful though. He's not certain he currently possesses the patience for some games of charades with a wolf.

“No injuries.” He puts a hand on the damp nose even as a burst of hot air washes over him. “Just a bit out of breath.”

“Right.”

It's not a doubtful tone, but there's some Time-patented exasperation in there.

“I would have been fine, you know?” says the part of Four that is a bit younger. “I dealt with lots of monsters even at this size.”

(Not Wolfie size though, that he thinks might be beyond him when shrunk.)

The flat look he receives makes him want to squirm.

He's too controlled for that.

“Yes, yes, I know.” He waves off the implied question. “I thought the innkeeper's cat was still inside.”

“He was. But after he mewled a bit, his owner let him out. And when I didn't see you... I had a feeling.”

Four wants to hit his head against a tree. Animals always were more aware of the scent of Minish magic. Many eyed him curiously when he walked through town. He should have known the cat would want to stalk after him. Probably thinking he knew where a village was hidden. He's going to have internal arguments about this all night.

“Cats are all bastards.”

To Four's amazement, Twilight's tail curls between his legs, his ears drooping. He rather looks more the guilty dog part than the majestic beast he insists he is.

“... But they're so cuddly.”

“When you're bigger than them, maybe,” Four deadpans. “Sneaky little shits.”

Twilight's whine is absolutely ridiculous and enough to make him snicker.

“Fine, fine. I'm not deaf, I hear what they say. Not as bad as cuccos, though.” Twilight's gaze wanders off to a faraway place. “Nothing is as bad as those psychotic birds.”

They lose a moment reliving their trauma over the feathered fiends.

Twilight shakes it off first. He lies down, his body like a hill of dark fur before Four, and hints at his back. Any protest Four might have had before dies in the face of his aching legs. He can fight off monsters at this size, but it's unreasonably more complicated. And he is not in the mood to stab spiders in the face tonight.

The fur is silky under his fingers, which is comforting but also a bit of a pain. Climbing means parting the coat of dark hairs and finding grip against skin. Sometimes, the body under him flinches or trembles, like Twilight is fighting off the urge to roll over. Four imagines it's quite similar to tickling. So he hurries up and makes his way up to the top of Twilight's head. Between the ears and roughly around the markings on his forehead.

Satisfied, Twilight stands, and the whole world blurs like he's still using his pegasus boots. A few more steps are needed before Four's body adjusts to the speed, and then he can relax. Twilight's safe.

And, he notes, not heading straight for the inn.

“We noticed the looks, you know,” Twilight says, because he's one of those busybodies that can't help mother cucco everyone around him till they are 'right as rain over a spring'.

“So?” he replies, even, practiced.

(Zelda had questions, at first, then orders that were swiftly obeyed, when in her sight. He hasn't told her that yet.)

“... How many of them do that?”

Do what? He wants to ask. The inn's owner had been quite polite, very careful in avoiding certain words around Four. Indeed so careful that Four could feel their syllables get more and more defined by the innkeeper's silence.

“Whisper?” he settles for. “A few. I'm weird, I know. Shorter than some kids, but can lift a hammer to forge. Own my business outside Castle Town, only shows up for groceries, talks to myself sometimes and stares at empty spots on shelves. I don't know, I suppose they expected me to apprentice beforehand, but there was a kingdom to save and what did that matter then?”

He punches the ground next to him before remembering too late it is Twilight's head.

The growl doesn't last. But the first few words he says are a bit more bitten out than the tone implies.

“There's a kid in my village. Younger than you. Couldn't lose the baby fat in his face for the longest time.” Twilight snorts, and his tail wags a bit. “And he's smart, really smart, a lot more mature than his older brother too.”

Four has a feeling that's partially due to the older brother's personality, but holds his tongue.

“People whispered behind his back. 'That boy is so creepy.'”

“Fey-touched,” Four says before he can hold back the red in him.

That one hurt. He's picked up habits from the Minish, he's aware. Little things like leaving keystones lying around for other kids or tiptoeing minish rings in the grass. But for those differences to matter so much, he hadn't expected until the first time the words had been floating around him.

“Ah,” Twilight says, followed by a whole lot of nothing.

Crickets around them sing. He can almost see some Minish putting a collar on the bugs to bring them home for a concert. Moving from behind stalks of grass, praying to the moon and the goddesses.

Then, Twilight says: “That takes me back.”

Four stumbles through the fur, his hands grasping on some new strands, but he can't tell if his unbalance is due a jolt in their steps or to the enormity of the idea. Twilight, the stereotypical rancher, seen as an outsider?

He tries, but all his brain conjures up is a much shorter version of Twilight dragging goats by the horns. That and dancing (badly) to the melody of a grass whistle.

Even from his spot atop Twilight's head, the eye roll is obvious despite being out of sight. “The only Hylian in a village of Humans?” he drawls. “Found as a toddler lost in the woods? Hardly able to speak for a while?”

Oh, Four thinks, that'd do it.

“They don't have the right to say that to you,” Twilight growls. “You're their hero.”

He could bask in the warmth. Lets himself lie down on Twilight and forget all about the events of tonight.

Curiosity wins, or well, violet does. “What did you do?”

“Nothing special? Just stayed the same and let them talk.”

Four's eyes bug out. “That's it? Nothing? How does that change anything?”

“When you're you, Four... When you're a good person regardless of rumors and whispers... Idiots don't stop talking, but the ones that are worth it stop listening.” A wolfish grin breaks out on Twilight's face. “Besides, you should have seen their black eyes after Rusl heard them say it to my face. After that... well, they could have called me the King of Evil and it wouldn't have mattered. Knowing you got someone in your corner's better than hollow praise from idiots.”

Four blushes.

He forgot for a bit, and he'll apologize to Zelda when he sees her, but it's true. Whenever he recalls that moment, the guard's words aren't ever the same. The phrasing lost all its power, outshone by the impassioned defense and the sheer anger wielded by his friend.

His back straightens. And he allows himself some childish pride in having the Princess of Hyrule in his corner. What do they have to beat that?

Twilight rumbles a laugh. “So... yeah, ignore them. Put them in their place if you want, the goddesses know you have the strength to do it, but that won't change their minds about anything. If you want some peace of mind, discard the idiots.”

Companionable silence falls between them. Four doesn't feel the need to speak after that bit of reassurance. They circle the woods, avoiding Hylians late on the road and monsters alike. Twilight's seemingly content just taking him on a ride, and Four's loath to admit he wants the moment to last a little longer.

They're not too far back from their starting point when he decides to ask: “About that kid?”

“Malo?”

“Yeah, him, how does he deal with it?”

Twilight does not answer right away. He first jumps over some large, gnarled roots and growls at a fox that seemed a bit too curious about the smell of Minish magic. Four's grateful for the time to calm his pounding heart.

“Well, Malo just stares at them until they get uncomfortable. Then he asks them what they're looking for. It never seems to affect him too much.” – discomfort hits at that, and Four can't tell why – “But, well, it also happened in front of me, you know? And I take after my Pa. So I might have knocked a couple of heads together in Casle Town. Followed by a strong talking to. Not that Malo appreciated that I ran off some of his customers.” A sigh. “That kid, I swear.”

Four grimaces. That type of 'customers'. Will think they bless his forge with their presence, praise him to all ends, then turn around and whisper. “I'm sure he's grateful inside.”

“Eh, I hope so, but it's his call in the end. Can't live his life for him.” Some muscles roll, and Four gets the impression of a shrug. “Speaking of, what do you want to do, Smithy?”

The question takes him by surprise, and it's silly that he didn't expect it.

He knows that Twilight would spend the night outside with him if he asks. They're no strangers to outdoor camping and the woods of his era are less dangerous than most. Wolfie would intimidate most if not all the creatures that live inside it.

But it would be illogical to sleep in the woods when they have more than enough rupees to pay for some rooms in a local inn.

Four is reasonable. It's one of his trademarks as a Hero. Mature for his age. Calm. Collected. It's how he's taken seriously as an adventurer. Why would he shatter an illusion that useful? Over some mild ostracization?

'Serve it cold,' says one quarter of him.

Another sides with Twilight. Their big brother made a good point. They couldn't be bothered by every single ungrateful person out there. They'd always exist, so let them stew in jealousy and paranoia and fear. He has the favor of the Princess, his best friend. What does he need anger for against a countryside shop owner?

But, the blue in him counters with an hammer-like argument: 'No, the best revenge is both.'

The others would be a little mad, he thinks. A little.

He's usually mature enough not to get in trouble. He's due for some insanity and explosions. Wild would back him up here. And it might be his voice in his head that pushes the words out of his mouth.

“So, not that I haven't listened to a word you said, but, hypothetically, if I needed help knocking heads together...”

“How many heads? Wars mentioned an interesting technique he learned from his sparring with some Sheikah general the other night. Though, if you'd rather, I can say, without boasting, that a lot of grown men weep at this form. It's embarrassing for everyone, I tell you.”

Four snorts, struck by mischief. “We're going to need to find a stump. I might have a plan.”

Yes, Four contemplates, the glint of wolf fangs under the moonlight is just as terrifying as he figured it would be. He can't wait.

***

Legend is silently debating with Sky over the right to punch the innkeeper in the face. It's a fierce debate communicated entirely through raised eyebrows, scrunched up nose, muted snarls and meaningful looks.

The others' patience is steadily fraying at the edges. It's especially noticeable with their youngest. There are fireworks going off on Wind's face. The knife cutting his slab of meat to pieces steadily stabs into it every time the innkeeper's mouth opens.

“And where are you fine young men traveling to?” he says with a customer pleaser smile.

'Fine young men'. Ah! There's a thing he didn't say about Four. The fucking nerves of this man.

“Far,” Time replies, his tone even, but his expression thoroughly unimpressed.

“Ah, yes, of course...” the innkeeper says agreeably. “You, huh, you'll be going with the, ahem, with the boy, I imagine?”

How dare he sound hopeful? And 'boy'?! This man's livelihood is owed to the smithy! And he doesn't even have the excuse of mind control!

A hint of shame tickles the back of his mind, when he had first heard the innkeeper talking. He had sounded nothing like the ones from his era, who sometimes refused him entry outright on the basis of old and false accusations.

This current attitude was, technically speaking, a strict improvement over that.

But does the man have to come alive and become so at ease serving them food whilst the Hero of this land take a walk outside? Alone, at night?

Legend grunts into his mug. The rancher left after the smithy, so that ought to solve the 'feelings' question. A bit of a stick-in-the-mud he might be, but Twilight's one of the few he would trust to help navigate difficult feelings. He's got the patience for it, unlike a lot of them who tackle everything the way they do a dungeon, with reckless abandon.

Yet, in the cozy warmth of the fire in the hearth, over the hesitant plucking of the minstrel's chords, a howl suddenly calls to the moon.

They, alone, do not tense.

The howl echoes a second time, much louder. Closer.

The innkeeper shoots them a desperate look, but Legend suddenly realizes that he is blind, and possibly deaf. He has no reason to stand up, much less draw his sword. And, would Farore look at that, his condition is contagious!

The hinges creak as they inch open.

If Legend were not so experienced, he might have been nervous. But he's better than that. He leans back in his seat, places a hand on Hyrule's shoulder, and sips his ale.

There in the doorway, cut in shadows with the moon as backdrop, riding on a large grey wolf, Four raises both arms high in the air.

“Fear my unnatural power,” he says with as ominous a voice he can produce.

Warriors snorts, cheeks reddened by alcohol, and he gives a thumbs-up to their smith, despite the owner's pale complexion.

The mugs left on the table begin to shake. Oh, this is gonna be good.

It starts with a pair of squirrels and a owl, neither obeying their instincts in favor of swooping inside the inn. Followed by a handful of moles, fireflies and stray dogs.

In a flash of white, the inn's cat bolts inside the inn, meowing, till it reaches its owner's legs and climbs onto him. It perches itself on his bald head, seconds before the first deer bounces inside the building.

Epona breaks the first table.

But the three raccoons lunging after his cat are what make the owner scream.

Legend guffaws in his ale.

#Linkeduniverse #Linked Universe #LU Twilight #LU Four #LU Wolfie

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babyboydbaby · 3 years

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(Okay well, now that I’ve gotten a better grasp on them, clearly I have to talk more about Boyd’s kids. Or at least the established three.

Skye Drake; 7 years old. Samoyed with a prosthetic leg.

Been with Boyd for less than two years, and honestly not much is known about his past before he came into Boyd’s care. Boyd happened to be heading home one day, and spotted a little ball of white fluff in an alleyway, all alone with no parents.

He had a prosthetic leg when Boyd found him, and a very quality one at that. So naturally, Boyd assumed he simply got lost from his parents and sought out to help find him.

Well, that quick search turned into a day with no results. Then a week. And so on and so forth, and before long, Boyd realized that Skye had been with him for about half a year. Without any luck finding his parents, and with Skye already having spent so much time with him anyway, he decided ‘Well, this is my kid now.’

Not that Skye seemed particularly bothered by this; he was only about five at the time and Boyd was a well-known super hero. So naturally, getting a superhero for a dad was a pretty sweet deal for the little guy.

He is literally just a fluffy little cloud of a child, and his tail is wagging more often than it isn’t. He’s full of energy, and quite the little chatterbox, and melts the heart of just about anyone who meets him. Also his dad is the coolest and strongest person in all of Duckburg and you can’t tell him he’s not. So nyeh.

Polly Drake; 5 years old. Indian Ringneck Parakeet.

Polly’s only been with Boyd for about a year, and unfortunately, Boyd’s well aware of her past. During a fly home one day, he spotted a little girl running scared from her home, and flew down to investigate.

Her mother came running after her, yelling at her only until she realized Boyd was there as well. Then she was very quick to change her tune and put on a smile in front of one of the town’s most well-known heroes.

Boyd’s no fool, however, and while he didn’t want to assume the worst and did manage to calm Polly down enough to have her return to her mother, he kept an eye on the house for a bit after that.

The next time he saw Polly outside her home, she had a black eye and bruised arms, and looked even more terrified than she had before. After that, Polly’s mother suddenly disappeared under mysterious circumstances, and Boyd brought her home with him.

Polly lives up to a parrot’s reputation of being bitey and fierce, and admittedly did a lot of nipping at Boyd when she first arrived. But Boyd was patient with her, and soon she bit a lot less, except when wrestling with her brother. Then she does it to be a little stinker, which she finds delightfully funny. Except when he does it back to her, then it’s not fair and she cries.

Not that she always needs to bite to win; despite her size and age, she’s surprisingly tough. Boyd’s considering letting her get into a physical sport like wrestling when she’s older, simply because she’s got an awful lot of strength for a five-year-old girl. He couldn’t be more proud of her, though. His little firecracker.

She also really likes going to visit Aunt Webby. She’s fun!

Nicholas (Nicky) James Drake: A Definitely Real Boy just like his father, Nicky was built by Boyd (with a lot of help from Gyro and the rest of Team Science of course) simply because he longed to have a child just like himself and longed to bring another Definitely Real Person into the world.

Even with Gyro and company helping him, Boyd insisted on doing most of the work on his own (obviously if he was going to be the child’s parent, he wanted to put in the work of creating him), and they referred to him as 3-B0 until his levels of intelligence were strong enough to grant him sentience and allow him to pick out his own name.

Throughout his creation, Boyd doted and fawned over him like any father would over their unborn child. Even before Nicky could really process anything, Boyd would read him all his old Wizard of Oz books (which he also read to the other two; Polly was especially delighted to know she shared a name with one of the characters), and there’s a high chance that influenced Nicky’s choice in name, with the Tin Man’s first name being Nick.

Why the middle name of James? Depends on the AU, but in a general setting without his relationship with James Ironwoof, he probably thought it just sounded nice.

Also when Nicky is finally sentient enough to give input about what kind of body he’d like, he goes for a wolf. Mainly because Skye talked about how cool being a canine was, and how they had tails they could wag and really sharp teeth!

Once in his body and fully functional, Nicky is pretty much Boyd in a canine’s body. He’s just an utter sweetheart, so polite and happy to help whenever help is needed. Also he really likes stuffed animals. They’re like him, only without metal inside.

#Mun Speaks #Headcanons #Adult AU #Skye Tbt #Polly Tbt #Nicky Tbt #Abuse Mention //#(Only briefly; Boyd takes care of it)

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dnarez · 4 years

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Chapter 3 - Principal's Office

I get up really slowly with the help of my alarm clock and a dog barking at it. "Damn it girl! Why so loud?" My wings get slight red in the tips.

Haru keeps barking at it.

"One more bark and no breakfast for you" she goes silent immediately "hm! Thought so" the wings go back to gray, I got up, stretch and put lotion on my back, the best I can "ok wings... time to tuck you in... again" I hide them and feel a little down because of it "maybe I should tell the principal since I will have then showed to the world if I get in to the hero course..." I start to get ready.

"Should I eat something now? Hmmm... there is leftover from yesterday" I finish changing by putting my hair up after have finished with my clothes and go to the kitchen "And... water" I sigh "well... chicken it is" I put the boneless chicken without the skin in Haru's food bowl "HARU FOOD" I hear the sound of her nails hitting the floor while she run to the kitchen.

"Damn girl, go slower or you gonna choke" she keeps eating fast I just sigh seeing it. "Void! You will get none since you didn't finish yesterday" I finished eating and get everything I need. "There and just in time" I look at the clock seeing I was super early the way I want it, and go to the door with Haru following me and Void flying to my shoulder.

"Sorry Void, I can't take you but when the sun starts to set you can come get me ok? I let the balcony window open just enough for you to pass trow" I scratch his head, and he goes to my room "Come here Haru give some good luck kisses" she comes to me wagging her tail and as I pet her head she licks my hand "Thank you sweetie, please be good, I will be back the sooner I can" I start my way to the school extremely nervous and happy at the same time.

'Let's hope that I won't regret it'

As I make my way to the school by foot I listen to some tunes.

I look up at the sky and fantasize about flying to school. 'That would make my life so easy'

As I get to the U.A. I decided that talking with the principal first would be the best idea, if I didn't in the end I would be alone in the class since I arrived extra earlier.

I turn off the music, go straight to the principal office, and knock at the door, waiting anxiously.

'I hope they don't just send me to my parents after I tell them the truth... even if it isn't my fault'

"Come in" the voice was kinda... cute?

I get inside and see the... the... mouse? Maybe dog?... I don't know "Excuse me... are you the principal...?"

"Yes! I am! You can call me Nezu, please sit down" he points to the chair in front of his desk "what an unusual thing to happen in the first day of school, normally the teachers are the first to greet me" he chuckles omg... he's so CUTE!

I sit down in front of him and chuckle a little "Sorry to be a nuisance, but I though that telling the school now was better than to get you all by surprise if I ever use my quirk"

"Wait... aren't you Takami Y/n? The documents your parents send me tell me that you don't have one"

"Yes but they are forged.... My mother and my father were afraid that people would want to get me because of my quirk"

"Hmmm..." he cross his arms "I understand the situation, but you do know that you will have to tell me what your quirk is right?"

"Yes Nezu-sama, I know"

"But before that... why are you telling us your quirk now? Why not live on with that lie?" He tilts his head confused and still smiling 'omg I want to hug him'

"Because I don't want to stay in the general studies course! I heard rumors that while you study in any other department there are a few times that you can prove that you can be a hero, and by that winning a place in the hero course" I look into his eyes and ask "so... is it true?" I can feel my hands shaking while they grab the edge of my skirt.

"Yes indeed it is, but I tell you it won't be easy, you will be competing with a lot of people, and also the hero course will want you out of their way, do you understand that?"

"Yes principal Nezu! And I can tell you that I will make my way to the hero course, it doesn't matter if they like it or not! I will do it!" I smile brightly

"Hmmm..." he smiles at that "may I ask you... why do you want to become a hero?"

"I want to help people just like my big brother! I want to help people while I am at his side!" I beam with just the thought of working side by side with him.

"Oh! And who is your brother?"

"I-i... I can't tell you... sorry"

"It's fine, so let me change my question... tell me about your quirk, so I can update the system please"

"Yes sir! I have a pair of wings and they-"

"Wait... you have wings? Do they appear with your energy or something?"

"No sir, I hide then, they are tucked in and tied up to not be showed right now"

"And why do you hide them? That must hurt and also be bad for your growing up" he got serious and had a look of concern in his face

"Mom and dad don't like then, so I hide it..."

"For what your file tells me you live alone now yes?"

"Yes sir I do" I tilt my head confused to where he was getting

"I would like for you not hide them anymore, that can be awful for your health"

"Wait, what?! But I can't! I-I-I don't have the right type of uniform or money to buy another one!"

"That's fine, we have a few in stock, your health is more important than money"

I look at him with wild eyes "B-but I will hit everything and everyone with them! I never got out without them being hidden, a-and a few feathers are missing! I left them at home! Please don't make me do this principal Nezu! I'm begging you!" I feel my eyes getting watery with tears

He looked at me with a concerned and sad look "Why are you so afraid? They are part of you, I'm sorry but you will have to accept it no 'buts'... can you fly?"

I sigh defeated and look at the floor letting my bangs hide my eyes that are filled with shame and sadness "no I can't"

"You can stay after hours so you will have a safe place to practice okay but only on week days? Now wait just a minute, so I can get that new uniform for you" he gets up and comes to my side "don't worry everything will be fine" he stays in the tip of his toes and pet my hair "I won't take long" he goes out of the office leaving me alone.

'Maybe... just maybe it won't be as bad as I think it would be' I blink fast to hold back my tears

I take a shaky breath and start to untie the knots of my h/l h/c hair with my fingers, I was so focused on my on thoughts that I didn't hear someone calling me until I felt their hand in my shoulder snapping me out of it. "O-oh! Sorry! Did you want something?" I look at the tall tired man, he had black shoulder length hair, black clothes and heavy bags under those black eyes.

"Yes I asked you where is the principal"

"Sorry again, he said he was going to come back in a few, I don't really know where he went thou"

He nodded and sat down at the couch that was a bit behind me and against the wall.

The room fell silent until he spoke again.

"Why are you still here then?"

"Principal Nezu told me to wait for him here"

"And why is that?"

"So... he could give me a new uniform"

"And why do you need a new one?" His stare was intense and calculative, it was making me nervous

"Because this one doesn't have holes for my wings..."

He looked at my back and looked at my eyes again.

"Wings made with energy doesn't usually need holes" his gaze was really intense but his questions were worst

"Yeah but doesn't concern you! And can I ask you who you may be?" I snap back at him

"A teacher" I take a sharp breath at that.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you, it shouldn't matter if you are a teacher, I was rude, and I am profusely sorry" I bow my head to him the best i can being sited

"It will be fine if you answer one question" he smirks

"O-oh... well... what is the question?" I feel my cheeks getting pink from embarrassment.

"Why do yo-" the principal gets in the office interrupting the tired teacher

"Oh! Aizawa, I thought you were on your classroom already" principal Nezu walks up to me and give me the uniform "there is a bathroom down the hall to the left, change and come back here"

"Yes sir" I take the clothes and go to the door stopping before getting out and bow to both of them "thank you very much" I then get out and go to the bathroom to get changed.

Timeskip---

'Damn it... it took longer than I thought it would' I go and walk to the principal's office again and knock st the door. "Nezu-sama? I'm back"

"Come in Takami" I get inside and close the door behind me "was it hard to get dressed?"

My cheeks and my wings get light pink "Yeah... It was hard to put them on... I never used clothes that I could use and have my wings out...” I look around and see that the Aizawa guy has already left

"They are really pretty"

"Hm? What is pretty?" I tilt my head confused

"Your wings of course" he laughs "the bell will ring in a few minutes, it's best if you go to your class now, but please come back here in the end of the day"

"Yes sir!" I nod smiling and bow to him before getting out of there with both wings totally light pink.

'I need to get to my class fast' I'm walking fast to the class 1-E, my wing bump hard into someone that was in front of the class 1-A making him fall to his side "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" I help him get up.

"I-i-i-it's fine! Really!" The boy with dark green hair blushes heavily and get's up with my help

"Are you sure? I didn't want to be late to my class, so I was practical running, I'm so so so sorry" I bow down

"Really it's fine! O-oh! By the way I'm Izuku Midorya what's your name?" He looks anywhere but to my eyes

I smile brightly "y/n Takami!" I bow one more time "it was nice meeting you, but I reaaaally have to go now, bye!" I wave at him and go back to going to my classroom.

"See you later!" He smiles and goes inside his classroom

'Ok! I can do it!' I go to my classroom and stop at the front of the door 'Let's make it happen!' I sigh and calm down my thoughts and nerves, making my wings going back to gray. When I'm finally calm I open the door and get inside trying to not overthink.

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1896 words, I think I over did it hehehe 😅

Next chapter will be cool too! I'm sorry that I'm very perfectionist with the story, I want you to feel like you are in her skin, felling what she feels and stuff.

Also, I'm not fantastic with name titles, sorry

Hi silent readers! I love you all💕

#bnha hawks #bnha x reader #bnha #hawks x reader #wing hero hawks #hawks #hawk #keigo #keigo takami #takami #takami keigo #todoroki shoto x reader #mha x reader #mha x you #mha

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hey-hamlet · 4 years

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BNHA AU Ideas: Puppydog Tails

Also on AO3!

TL;DR:

Izuku manifests his quirk, and watches his old life burn in front of him in a matter of months. Scared the villains that killed his mother will come after him, he uses his shape-shifting quirk to hide in plain sight as Katsuki's dog. They keep each other safe and sane throughout the years, a duo people become uses to seeing as they jog down the sidewalk each morning.

Izuku doesn't just use his quirk to help Katuski. His heroic spirit can't be crushed so easily. In his wanderings, he meets and helps countless people, from heroes to Katsuki's future classmates.

Let's just say Katsuki's first day of school is a wild one.

basically, izuku is a shapeshifter, but can only change into different mammals. he needs to know their internal organ structure perfectly or he's in trouble too.

he manifests his quirk and quickly goes about learning some common but practical animals like a small cat, greyhound, mouse, bat and rabbit

he and bakugo are friends

his good times dont last long though, his mother is killed for a connection to a villain she didnt know she had (probably dad for one) and the villain group is after izuku as well

they don't know his quirk, he honestly hadn't gotten it registered yet

inko tells izuku to run, hide and be safe, right before shes practically cremated where she stands by a powerful fire quirk. izuku runs, shifts into a small dog and goes the only place he can think: the park he and bakugo play in

now, mitsuki is frantic bc inko's house is on fire and they can't find inko or izuku

katsuki doesn't know whats happening though, and she sends him off to the park in case they start pulling bodies out of the building. katsuki is happy to go, asks if he can bring izuku. mitsuki says izukuis busy

katsuki goes to the park and hears a soft whining sound, he finds izuku, hidden behind a tree, smelling like ash

izuku shifts back to a human and explains that villains hurt his mama and they want to hurt him too

katsuki, crying, tells him to change back into a dog. he'll keep him safe from the villains. izuku agrees, only if he can look after katsuki in turn.

they don't tell mitsuki. izuku is worried she'll get hurt, and part of his is also worried she knew about the villains and said nothing.

Katsuki and dog!izuku run back to the house, only finding charred bones where his mother had been

they both sob

mitsuki finds her son, sobbing as he clutches a tiny dog to his chest, seeing a sight so horrific she herself wants to throw up. when he asks if they can keep the puppy later that night, it's not even a question in her mind. of course they can. Anything to keep that broken expression off her son’s face.

katsuki changes after that. his best friend and friends mother apparently dead, he gets angry, but he's scared to go out where there are lots of people. he's scared of the villains that killed izuku's mum, scared they'll hurt them like they hurt inko

he goes to therapy. they quickly work out the dog is helping him cope, so izuku is trained as a therapy dog. he does astoundingly well, unsurprisingly.

katsuki ends up bullied for his service dog, but the amount they help each other is enough for him to be willing to put up and shut up

the only time he ever explodes is when someone hurts his dog, 'deku' and it's not like izuku sits idly by while katsuki gets hurt either

anyway, izuku likes to wander, whenever katsuki doesn't have school or is feeling particularly good, he'll go on an adventure, normally as a different animal

every animal he shifts into is green, so katsuki sometimes sees him when he's out and smiles

izuku's heroic spirit is undying, even as an animal, which kinda leads to him sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and helping out kids he thinks need the help.

he hears shouting and crying from the foster home down the road, sees a child muzzled

he goes hero watching as a kitten, sees the small child standing too stoic on the front lines as endeavour fights. he follows him home, whistling songs to the kid when he cries, perching on his shoulder when he sees him

ochako remembers the fluffy puppy with its massive paws showing up at her door when the power went out during winter, keeping her warm with its curly green-black fur

aizawa knows of the kitten that ages too slowly and keeps bringing troubled children to him

iida remembers the rabbit that used to race him on the tracks. without his quirk its was honestly a challenge

kirishima knows about a dark colour fawn that would always come over to him when he was upset and let him bury his face in its fur and cry

mina remembers the little green bat that nested in her hair and clumsily copied her as she danced, its colour making her feel better about her own

Tsuyu would often see a little green and black tanuki when she’d take her siblings out. It always kept them safe and out of danger and never failed to make her smile on a bad day.

he earns shinsou's trust as a too-small kitten, along with aizawa's (just out of school, learning to be an underground hero) , until he can drag aizawa to the house during the shouting. shinsou gets out, aizawa gains a son

shouto's best memories from his childhood are of the little cat that always showed up when he felt his worst, who purred like an engine in his arms and was never afraid of him

he also remembers seeing it the day he dyes his hair. its licks his nose

Even heroes know about the little green dog that watches from the sidelines. They’ve seen it drag civilians from danger, look for people in buried rubble and comfort crying children. It doesn’t often approach them, but it tends to do a little happy dance if they pet it, wagging its tail 1000 miles an hour if a hero so much as looks at it.

They call it little green, seeing him basically becomes a good luck charm. Even All Might feels a little better when he sees the little dog catching from the crowd, knowing it’ll keep some too-brave civilians safe from attacks and falling rubble.

When Katsuki applies for UA, his class doesn’t cheer him on. They whisper about the kid so angry, unstable and scared he brings a puppy to class. Izuku leans against Katsuki’s leg in support, unable to do anything for his friend. The teacher pays it no mind.

He’s told not to apply. He’s not normal or sane enough to be any help to anyone, they say. Katsuki flips them off and puts UA in all three slots on his form.

He takes Izuku with him on the day of the entrance exam. He tells himself it’s so Izuku can see the school at least once, if he doesn’t get in. Deep down he knows it’s because he’s scared and doesn’t want to be alone. Izuku doesn’t mind either way, he’s just excited to cheer on his best friend and get to look at some heroes.

He does leave Izuku with the teachers. He can take care of himself, but the idea of dragging him into a situation where he might accidentally burn his only friend? It makes him feel sick. Izuku understands. He’d do anything for Katsuki, but he was still scared to enter the exam location. He never did get over his fear of fire.

Izuku ends up in the monitor room. The teachers are trying not to coo over the too smart, too nice puppy. It’s All Might that recognises him.

“Is that, is that little green? The dog who always shows up at hero fights?”

Nemuri is ecstatic

“It totally is! I love that little guy! Hey little cutie, did you know you were famous? All the heroes around here love you!”

Aizawa, Nezu and Present Mic all separately notice that the dog honestly… he honestly looks flustered. Excited, yes, but almost sheepish. Aizawa draws some internal connections to the green and overly brave ‘stray’ kitten he’s seen his whole career. Nezu looks at the fur colour and thinks “quirked, like me. But was he always an animal?”. Present Mic sees the humanity in those eyes.

All three of them say nothing, filling the information away for later.

Katsuki ends up in the arena with Iida and Uraraka. He recognises both of them from Izuku’s whisper descriptions in the rare moments he let himself slip into human form.

Tall, broad, clearly the younger brother of Ingenium; that’s the stiff boy Izuku raced as a rabbit, trying to get him to loosen up and connect with those around him.

Round-faced, bright cheeks, fierce eyes and a body a little too thin from too many hungry nights? That’s the girl Izuku looked for when it got too cold, just to make sure he heating was working. She’d moved away from home, apparently. Izuku had found her new house and gave it a once over – if he figured it was safe, Katsuki would believe him. Izuku was the most paranoid person he’d ever met.

He almost went to say something. But Iida’s stern glare curdled his nerves. He shot back a snarl and focused on getting ready.

Back in the viewing room, Nemuri and Yagi are not so subtly fighting over Izuku. They are both trying to call him over, offer little bits of food, give him a good pat. It’s a little funny for Aizawa to watch as the poor pup ties himself in knots trying to please the both of them. He notes vaguely that he doesn’t take the food bribes from either of them.

Yagi is winning slightly, on virtue of being All Might, but Nemuri is not above begging a dog. It works shockingly well, with Izuku not wanting to upset a hero. She sends smug look’s All Might’s way as she triumphantly pats Izuku.

Mic yells start, the student's flood into the arena. Katsuki makes short work of the robots, racking up a score of 50 in almost record time. The teachers watch as ‘Deku’ clearly tracks his charge across the screen, whining softly when he pushes himself a little too far or gets a little too close to the robots.

Then the zero pointer is released and all hell breaks loose.

Katsuki sees Uraraka, trapped. He can’t leave her; not one of Izuku’s people. He’d never forgive himself for letting someone important to Izuku get hurt ever again.

He doesn’t realise Izuku couldn’t stand seeing him hurt, either.

He blasts the rubble apart, shielding Uraraka with his body, preventing her from being hailed with slivers of rubble. Uraraka sees not another student, but a hero, saving her when she thought she might die, selflessly giving up time to save someone he didn’t know. She vows to make it up to him, somehow.

It’s not enough, the robot looms too close. Bracing himself as best he can, Katsuki lets out the largest explosion he can muster, uncaring of the damage it may do to his wrists. If he gets crushed, his wrists hardly matter, do they?

The robot shakes, then topples backwards, overbalanced by the blast. Katsuki drops to his knees, both wrists dislocated. He’s hissing swears under his breath.

Uraraka sees a lump of rock flying to him as he sits there, prone from the attack that saved her life. She leaps towards it, leaving it weightless before it can hit him. The action leaves her hand red raw from the force of the rock.

Time is called. They both collapse.

Izuku is off of the door the second the explosion sounds. It’s so big it rattles the monitors in their room. Nemuri tries to stop him, reaching for his collar, but his collar doesn’t fit a mouse. He shifts into the smaller form, scampering out the door upon where he shifts into a greyhound.

He takes off full tilt towards his friend's exam arena. He's panicked and scared – the flash of fire and the pained look in Katsuki’s eyes have totally fried his nerves.

The doors aren’t open yet. He doesn’t care, shifting into a bat until he can clear them, diving down as fast as he can. He shifts again into a greyhound, racing though the robots – broken and sparking.

He sees Katsuki, jaw grit tightly as he fights back tears of pain, and Izuku lets out a pathetic whine, running full tilt towards his best friend, before lingering nervously in front of him, unwilling to touch him lest he hurt him.

“Oh get over here, Deku.” There are tears in Katsuki’s eyes still, but he’s smiling softly. Izuku shifts once more, into the softest dog he can, pressing against his friend as his tail wags like mad.

Present Mic calls time. If he was a solid 30 seconds late as he tried to process the whirlwind of chaos that little,,, dog? Left, well no one was going to notice. Other than Nezu, obviously, but the maybe-rat seemed just a confused as him.

Uraraka turns to her hero, only to see the little dog that would warm her on cold nights. She turns to him, wide-eyed. Izuku sticks his head over Katsuki’s shoulder, making happy yips at her.

Iida stumbles over, confused as to how a dog got in, confuses as to how he clearly saw it change between two distinct dog breeds in its quest to reach the prickly boy he’d seen at the entrance, who had just seriously injured himself to save a stranger.

The dog looks at him, then perks up. It gives a quick snuggle into its owner's hair before trotting over to him. It wags its tail. Iida looks on, confused.

Before his eyes, he watches the dog shift into what is unmistakably the rabbit he remembers from his earlier childhood, the one that would race him around tracks until it’s little legs couldn’t race anymore and would bound over to him as happily was a rabbit could.

He stares.

Katsuki watches this and laughs.

“I see you’ve both met Deku.”

#puppydog tails au #bnha au #bnha #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #iida tenya #midoriya inko #bakugo mitsuki #mina ashido #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #principal nezu #All Might #midoriya #bakugo #izuku #katsuki

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birdhousewrites · 4 years

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I’m basically confused forever and always, and my writing reflects that more than I would like to acknowledge. Anyways... the story.

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Rain is really quite common, but it doesn’t mean Link dislikes it any less. A light drizzle is kinder than the weather that it could be, but it’s not great. Better than lightning and a downpour.

Link takes a deep breath, “We should probably get this over with, huh...” The wolf beside him simply wags his tail.

The pair spending a few moments overlooking the distance beyond a cliff in Hateno before heading off to the final goal. A little bit of peace before something so daunting seems right. It seems nice, rain or not.

Link slowly gets to his feet, running a hand through his hair, before looking to his wolf companion. “It’s time for you to go,” he says.

But the wolf simply gives a wag of his tail and tilts his head. “I can’t ask you to do this,” Link tries to go on but is stopped by the wolf getting closer and nudging him. He huffs out a single “fine” before turning to leave Hateno. The wolf follows.

After a couple of days of travel they make it to the Dueling Peaks Stable, and a few days after that they’re spending the night in the ruins of a ranch. Link doesn’t dwell on the thought of who lived there, he doesn’t want to. Link doesn’t sleep with how close to the castle they are, and as soon as the sun begins to rise he packs up and prepares so head into the ruins of Castle Town.

What follows is a long and dangerous march all the way up to where Ganon waits. There is very little time to prepare for the fight as they fall into the depths. There is little time to prepare for the devine beasts’ attack. But there is a bit more time to prepare, after the surprise of needing to fight a giant boar made of malice.

At least the wolf seems surprised, Link is more just irritated. But irritation quickly changes into joy when the battle is won. He may not remember much, but Zelda is here now and she can help him.

Joy is an emotion that blinds you.

It’s a terrible thing. The joy of winning a tiring battle, if left unchecked, can lead one to miss the wounds of those closest to you.

Link leads Zelda to the nearest stable and they settle in to rest before making the trip back to Kakariko. As Link is cooking the wolf sits down next to him. He’s looking off into the distance, a bit battered, and a bit charred.

The wolf turns to Link and gives him a little snuffle, and before Link can pet him he stands up and limps away into the woods.

Link jumps to his feet as soon as he realizes what’s going on and runs after his wolf companion. He calls out for him, but the wolf is gone. He’s lost another friend.

And unlike the last friends he’s lost, he doesn’t wait to shed tears. Instead, he falls to his knees in those woods and cries, knowing he’ll never see the wolf again.

After a few days, Zelda decides that they’re both well enough to head for Kakariko. Link says nothing of the wolf.

A week passes in Kakariko before Link decides to ask Zelda if he can return home. She replies with a kind of amusement in her voice, “Link, you no longer have to follow my orders or ask to go home.”

He departs the next day and he never makes it home. His horse is left to be found by a stable and all of his supplies come with him. He’s found a new adventure, not willingly, of course.

He panicks at first, some strangers suddenly in front of him. They all feel as disoriented as him, but he doesn’t know that.

After a few hours, bar the 30 minutes it took to calm him down and the next 45 it took to get him to talk, he learns that these strangers apparently all already knew each other. And they’re all named Link. Great. He also learns that he’s not in his Hyrule anymore.

All of this leads him to be suspicious of the other Links. Especially since a few of them are quite standoffish. He spends more time observing that he does interacting.

Eventually he comes around to them, something that was hurried along by their lack of cooking skills, and they start calling him Wild.

It’s raining when Wild sees him. The group was staying in a town and Wild was sitting under an overhang watching the rain. It takes him a moment to notice, but there’s a wolf scooting closer to him.

He nearly cries as soon as he notices, and the wolf can tell. So he just scoots closer and gives Wild a little snuffle. Together they watch the rain fall as Wild realizes that his wolf companion has been closer than he thought since he met the other heroes.

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And thus, Yormp proceeded to forget how writing works for the rest of her life and never did it again.

I jest. Maybe.

But really, I’ll probably be back next Sunday with another thing- if I can manage to stick to this.

#Sundays at the Birdhouse #what is consistency?#still figuring stuff out before i actually write that big-ish fic #botw #Link #Wolfie #i’m tired #what even is quality?#Wild #twilight #this is really only LU at the end #Linked Universe #ahskfnajakdjfhak #im sorry #this is a sad birdhouse sunday #dont look at me #i am shame #otter brain strikes again

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ganglylimbs · 4 years

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That Sweet Spring Heat

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou/Eijirou Kirishima

Summary: Spring had just begun to fully bloom, the air warming and flowers just starting to bud, when Kirishima Eijirou loses his goddamn mind and Bakugou Katsuki is not having it.

Warnings: Hybrid au, smut, breeding kink, no mpreg, dirty talk, cat hybrid Bakugou, dog hybrid Kirishima, lingerie, strength kink, slight feminization, bottom Bakugou, top Kirishima

Notes: A little more information than you need but the breeds of hybrids are:

Kirishima- A mutt (German Shepard/Rottweiler mixed with some lab blood) Bakugou- Purebred Dragon Li Cat (seriously, read the description for them. It fits him perfectly. Just more blond)

They don't show up a lot but I thought about this au for a bit so for the others: Urakara- A Shiba Inu (because they are round bois) Momo- Japanese Crane (her family seems very elegant and traditional and cranes seem very traditionally Japanese to me) Sero- Spider (because him shooting out tape reminds me about spiders shooting out silk) Ashido- Komodo Dragon (Basically my brain went, she has horns, they remind me of lizards, Komodo dragons are dangerous, she's dangerous, we have a match) Midoriya- Fuzzy Lop Rabbits (listen, I love all the fan art I see of rabbit Deku and his mask really does look like rabbit ears) Kaminari- Field Mouse (listen, I will not give up this headcanon) The two random OCs- Black Horn Sheep

Spring had just begun to fully bloom, the air warming and flowers just starting to bud, when Kirishima Eijirou loses his goddamn mind and Bakugou Katsuki is not having it.

Bakugou's blond fluffy ears lay flat on his hair, a vein popping along his forehead, his sleek tail flicking back and forth. His arms are crossed over his chest, staring down at his stupid ass boyfriend.

Kirishima stares back with bright eyes, a clueless grin on his lips as his large red tail thumps against the bed, ears perked. His full attention is on Bakugou.

They continue their staring contest for a full minute, in which Bakugou's scowl deepens and deepens.

Finally, he snaps. "Alright, you fuck, what’s up?"

Kirishima raises an eyebrow. "What?"

Bakugou throws his hands out, gesturing at all of him. "You! What's going on in that fucking brain of yours?"

Kirishima's tail slows down in its wagging, just a bit. "Ah, Bakugou, don’t be rude, man. I thought we were having fun." He wiggles his eyebrows.

"That’s not the point mutt-for-brains. You’ve been acting weird and I want to know why.”Bakugou's hands crackle and spark, a clear warning sign.

The effect is slightly weakened by the fact that they are both naked, Bakugou straddling Kirishima's hips, and Bakugou's thighs stained in Kirishima's cum.

Kirishima, because he's a goddamn idiot, ignores the warning explosions, his lightly hardened hands scratching at the skin of Bakugou's waist. He just tilts his head. "Babe, I really don't know what you mean."

Bakugou snarls. "Fine. Keep being weird." Then he climbs off that thick waist, stomping out of the room, Kirishima calling after him.

If Bakugou thinks about it, this whatever the hell is wrong with Kirishima started about a month ago, after one of the charity events their agency had set up.

Bakugou hadn't really been that interested in any of the interviews or journalists trying to catch his attention, no doubt most of them hoping that Ground Zero will give them some drama to report on. Instead, he had left that for the heroes like Red Riot and Deku and Alien Queen to handle.

He had chosen to focus more on why they are here. Children had been laughing and screaming and playing all around him, other heroes had been chasing after them or sitting to draw. He had seen Uravity throwing kids up in the air, letting them float for a bit before releasing and catching them. Creati had been making toys, laughing at the increasingly extravagant demands, her large white wings spreading out behind her in excitement. Cellophane had allowed himself to be strung up by his own tape, kids dancing around him.

A hand had yanked on one of his black sleeves, making him look down. A little girl, with wild curly black hair and narrowed brown eyes had frowned back at him. Two small horns peek through her mane and a small tail swished behind her, betraying her nerves.

He had knelt down, coming face to face with her, ears turning straight forward to show she had his full attention. "What do you need, squirt?"

Her eyes had narrowed even more. "My names not squirt ."

"Sure it isn't, squirt. Now, what are you bothering me for?"

She huffed and held up two wooden swords. "I want to play Pirates but none of the other kids want to play with me. They say I'm too rough."

Bakugou had given her a rueful grin. "Yeah? Well fu-frick them. I'll take you on."

She had gaped at him. "Really?"

Bakugou had snatched one of the wooden swords and stood to his full height. "Do you think you can take Ground Zero?"

She stared for a moment and then she had grinned, showing off her teeth. "Yeah!" Then she striked forward.

His sword had swept down to meet hers, making a wooden clack sound, and the two are off. They go back and forth, running all around the field, gaining and losing ground in waves.

When the girl is left panting, her dress covered in dirt and grass stains, Bakugou had finally allowed himself to be knocked to the ground.

She had taken the chance and had stabbed him in the stomach.

Bakugou had hissed and then his body relaxed against the ground. "Damn, ok, you got me, you got me. I give."

She giggled, before pointing her sword in the air, the other hand on her hip. "I did it! I defeated Ground Zero."

Bakugou chuckled, before grabbing her and bringing her close to lick at the dirt on her face, grooming her. "Yeah, yeah, squirt."

She smacks him with the sword, squirming. "Hey," he had said, letting her go.

She frowned down at him, putting her hands on her hips. "My name's not squirt . I won didn't I?"

He gave her a small smile. "Yeah, you did. You deserve more respect don't ya? So, do I get the honor of knowing who has beaten me?"

Her chest puffed out. "My name is-"

" Doi ."

Both of them had turned to see a harried-looking man jogging up to them. Kirishima right behind him a small frown on his face.

The girl, Doi Bakugou assumed, dropped her sword and had bite the bottom of her lip. Bakugou sat up, warily watching as the two approaches.

The man came to a stop right before them, huffing. "What did I tell you about being so forceful?" He turned to Bakuoug, bowing so low his curly horns almost touch his knees. "I'm sorry if she hurt you, sometimes she forgets her own strength-"

"It's fine," Bakugou interrupted, standing up and brushing the dirt off his costume. His tail lazily swayed behind him. "We were just having some fun."

The man had still looked unsure. Doi had been quiet, but she's had looked up at Bakugou now. "Are you really ok? I know she can-"

Bakugou waved off his apologies. "Yeah, of course. I'm a hero, aren't I? I can handle a little roughness. Besides, you have a great sword handler here." He made sure to catch Doi's eyes. "I hope you continue to work on them. You would make a good hero one day."

Her eyes had gone wide. "Do you really think so?"

"Of course," Bakugou had sniffed. "I never say anything I don't mean." Then he gave her a sharp smirk, hand ruffling through her hair. "Squirt."

"Hey!" She had gone to kick him, her father panicking again.

Bakugou had just laughed, ruffling her hair again. "Come back next year and show me how much you've improved."

"I will," she had promised. Then she had puffed out her chest. "And when I win again, you have to use my name."

"Promise."

Bakugou had watched the two of them go, Doi excitedly replaying all of their fight for her dad, who nervously smiled at her but a lot more relaxed than when he had first appeared.

He had turned to say something to Kirishima but is stopped short. Kirishima had been staring at him, eyes heavy and lidded with something that made Bakugou's throat go dry.

Then Kirishima blinked and he's back to normal, big goofy grin in place, his floppy ears bouncing as he walked forward to throw an arm over Bakugou's shoulder, bringing him closer. "Did you have fun, babe?"

Bakugou had grunt, side-eyeing him, not sure what that had been all about but not willing to let it ruin his good mood. "Sure."

Kirishima had just laughed and then they were swarmed by reporters and didn't have much of a chance to talk after that.

It's not that Bakugou is exactly bothered by what is happening. Kirishima has always been touchy, even before they started dating. He has wandering hands, that love to grope and grab at Bakugou and it's often Bakugou that has to remind him that they're in public, you idiot.

So he isn't bothered by the fact that, for the past month, Kirishima has been manhandling him more often, pushing and pulling him into positions or trying to bend him over their furniture. He isn't bothered by the fact that Kirishima will come up behind him, arms around his waist, as he presses kisses into his sensitive neck.

What is unusual is that Kirishima has taken to curving his large hands around Bakugou's stomach, his eyes unable to look away as he fucks his way inside Bakugou's willing body. He's a bit confused why Kirishima has become extra invested in his nipples, why he keeps calling them "tits", or why he sucks at them as if hoping milk will come out.

It's also pretty fucking weird that Kirishima has become insatiable these past few weeks.

Kirishima has always had a higher sex drive than Bakugou. It's worked for them so far. If Bakugou isn't up to it, Kirishima is more than fine with his hand.

But lately, Kirishima has become really, really insistent, grinding against Bakugou's ass or surprising him in the shower to finger him open. Bakugou has sat on Kirishima's knot more times than he can count, has milked Kirishima for all he's worth as the dog hybrid pinches his nipples and leaves bite marks on his shoulder.

In essence, Kirishima has become a bit sex-crazy and Bakugou just wants to know why. It can't be because it's mating season. Kirishima has never acted like this before. Something had to have set him off and Bakugou is going to get to the bottom of it.

By this point, Bakugou is ready when Kirishima comes sniffing around, his big bulky frame covering Bakugou's as he starts kissing at his neck, hand already gripping his hips.

Bakugou allows him for a few seconds, before turning his head, dislodging Kirishima's lips.

Kirishima whines, low in his throat, but Bakugou ignores him. "You can have what you want when you explain what's got you so riled up."

Kirishima huffs, giving him a squeeze. "Not this again. There isn't anything wrong."

Bakugou hums, before dislodging himself. His hips sway as he leaves the room, tail curling invitingly, and he throws a look over his shoulder. "Then I guess you'll just have to do without."

Kirishima watches him leave.

Kirishima tries two more times, only to be brushed off. Bakugou wakes up later that night to Kirishima panting in his ear and grinding against his ass.

Kirishima goes to sleep on the couch.

Honestly, Bakugou thought that it would just take two days before Kirishima gave in. The horny idiot could never hold out whenever they play this game, often too impatient to get to the good stuff.

So he's a bit surprised when, a week later, and Kirishima is still tight-lipped.

He's even more surprised when Kirishima begins to ramp up his deviant behavior.

They're on patrol, just finishing up their rounds on the 4th district when a call comes over the radio. They pause, listening to a description of suspicious activity before being told to stay put as the situation unfolds.

Bakugou had just started to grunt his agreement when he cuts off into a groan.

"I know you hate not being in on the action, Ground Zero, but this is the best plan," Ingenium says over the radio.

Bakugou can't tell him to shut up because he's too busy holding back moans.

"Yeah, Katsuki," Kirishima says, a smirk curling along his lips. "Just be a good boy and stay still."

Bakugou turns to glare at him, ears flat against his hair, face flushed. But before he can get anything out, Kirishima moves his hand again, stroking from the base of Bakugou's tail up to the tip.

Bakugou can't stop the sound that is ripped from his throat.

Kirishima's eyes dilate and then he's pushing Bakugou against the wall. He crowds in close, fingers still playing with Bakugou's tail. He leans in to whisper in Bakugou's twitching ear.

"Fuck, your mouth. It's so pretty, whether moaning for me or wrapped around my dick."

Eijirou," Bakugou stutters out, heat curling in his stomach. There was no way in hell he could stop the way his hips grind back against Kirishima.

"That's it, baby," Kirishima whispers. "Who's my pretty kitty?"

Bakugou closes his eyes and shivers. His head feels fuzzy, the sudden heat and want and the damn way Kirishima is playing with his tail makes it hard to think straight.

Kirishima leans down and nibbles on his ear, sharp teeth scraping against the soft skin, and Bakugou is gone. All thoughts of punishing Kirishima till he fesses up disappears, he just needs the mutt now and-

"Ground Zero, Red Riot, the situation has escalated. We need you."

The two jerk apart. They stare at each other, breathing hard.

Bakugou grits his teeth.

Kirishima raises his hand. "Katsuki, wait-"

He gets a face full of explosion, barely hardening in time.

"Die," Bakugou screams, face completely red and fur standing on end.

"I'm sorry!"

"Oh, you're about to be."

"Ground Zero and Red Riot, we need you! Do you copy?"

Bakugou bares his fangs, before pressing his comm. "We hear you, Four Eyes-"

"Ingenium!"

"Whatever. We're on our way."

Making sure his comm is off, Bakugou points at Kirishima. "You stay the fuck away from me."

Kirishima pouts, bringing out his literal puppy eyes. "Babe, please-"

"When we're done with this villian, I'm going to throw you through a goddamn wall." And then Bakugou points his hands down, blasting off into the sky.

The villain ends up being quickly brought down and slightly burnt thanks to an angry Ground Zero.

Bakugou is steadily ignoring Kirishima, resting up at the agency after their fight, but he does hear the way Kaminari comes up to the red giant and slaps his shoulder, no sense of self-preservation in sight.

"So, I see that you landed yourself in the dog house again, huh?"

Kirishima sighs. "Come on, man. I don't need this today."

"What? Have you been collared? Bakugou got you on a leash?"

"Kaminari, not cool, I don't make mouse puns about you."

"Um, because there are no mouse puns that aren't cool," Kaminari says. "So what has King Explosion Murder neutering you this time?"

Kirishima growls and even from where Bakugou is standing, he shivers at the threat there. "Make one more pun, I dare you."

Kaminari is silent for a minute. And then…

"You were being a horndog, weren't yo-"

Kaminari cries out as he is knocked to the ground, Kirishima standing over him with a hardened fist.

Bakugou hides a snort in his fist.

Bakugou's anger is at a shimmer the next day when Kirishima, the bastard, tries again.

They don't have any hero work for that day, just some paperwork they need to fill out about the incident they were involved in, and then they get the rest of the day off.

They decide to head to the gym afterward, splitting up for a bit as they get their individual workouts in.

Bakugou always finishes his up early, hitting the showers, before going out to spot for his boyfriend.

The cat hybrid would rather die than admit that this is actually his favorite part of their shared workouts. To be able to stare at his boyfriend unabashedly, watch those muscles bulge and work, watch his broad shoulders strain under the weights, watch as sweat glides down his body.

He might have initiated a sex ban, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate the view.

Kirishima has moved on to the big weights, curling them as he counts, the sweat along his body letting Bakugou know that he's been there a while. He nods at Bakugou to show that he sees him before going back to lifting.

Bakugou stands a few feet away, next to the benches where he knows Kirishima will head next. He takes a long drink of water, eyes drifting up and down Kirishimia’s body and can’t help but smirk when Kirishima squats to drop the weights.

Then his eyes drift up to meet Kirishima’s in the mirror.

Kirishima’s eyes are dark and Bakugou finds himself caught in them. Kirishima licks his lips, drawing Bakugou’s eyes, before he stands back up, slowly. Bakugou gulps, but it’s too late to take back his mistake.

Kirishima has him caught, like prey.

Kirishima makes his way towards the bench, putting on his preferred weights, before beckoning Bakugou over. “You’re going to help me, aren’t you?” His voice has the start of rough edge and Bakugou holds in his shiver.

“Sure. Think you can actually beat that weak record of yours?”

Kirishima gives him a sharp smirk. “Of course.”

Then he starts to get to work. His arms are impressive as they bend and stretch, the heavyweights going up and down as if they were nothing. Bakugou’s eyes can’t help drifting to them or to the way Kirishima’s shirt scrunches up, showing off that toned stomach, and Bakugou watches for a brief second as it contracts and expands.

Kirishima clears his throat and Bakugou’s eyes jerk up to his. “You have a job to do, Katsuki. Don’t go slacking now.”

Bakugou tenses, tail twitching in agitation. “And you should be lifting. Whose slacking now?”

Kirishima grins, but continues his work out. Bakugou huffs, but focuses more on spotting. Wouldn’t want the idiot to hurt himself.

Kirishima finishes up and heads for the showers, Bakugou waiting just outside the locker room for him on his phone.

He is not at all prepared for when a hand grabs the back of his shirt and pulls him into the locker room. He twists his body around, hands sparking as they come into contact with someone.

Someone with hardened arms.

Bakugou barely has time to blink, eyes landing on red hair, before he’s being lifted up and slammed into the wall. Bakugou’s teeth clink together, but that doesn’t stop him from reaching out to grab at Kirishima’s throat.

They stop for a second, breathing hard, red eyes meeting red. Then their lips are clashing together, teeth biting at lips. Bakugou’s hands tangle in Kirishima’s hair, pulling hard. Kirishima’s hands are under his ass, squeezing, before pulling at Bakugou’s legs, helping them to wrap around his waist. Kirishima grinds down at him and Bakugou fucking groans.

“Shit, Katsuki, do you know what it does to me to see you drooling over my muscles?” Kirishima growls. “How hard it gets me that you love the fact that I could manhandle you into any position I want? I could slam you against these lockers, fuck you into your slutty body, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

They both know that’s not completely true, that Bakugou would find a way to break free if he really wanted to, but right now, all Bakugou does is moan, yanking harder at Kirishima’s hair, lost to the images Kirishima paints.

Kirishima squeezes his ass, kneading the flesh there. “My second favorite part of your body, right behind your sweet tits. I especially love when it’s bouncing on my knot.”

Bakugou whimpers. He uses Kirishima’s hair to guide his mouth up into another kiss, no less desperate or hot. He tilts his head, drawing Kirishima deeper into the kiss, before pulling back to whisper against Kirishima’s lips. “I love your knot, love when it’s plugging me up, all your cum stuffed deep inside of me-”

Kirishima groans, eyes fluttering.

“You know what I love even more?” Bakugou asks.

“What?” Kirishima responds, body leaning even closer against Bakugou, eyes drifting down to Bakugou’s throat and chest.

“If you would just tell me what has gotten into you.”

Kirishima stiffens, before slowly looking up to meet Bakugou's eyes. Bakugou raises an eyebrow. Kirishima sighs. “I’m not getting any today am I?”

Bakugou raises his palm, his hand glowing. “Nope,” he says, popping the p.

After about another week and a half of this, Bakugou is done waiting. If the usual game isn’t going to get the job done, then he’s going to have to force Kirishima to tell him.

He is going to fucking break Eijirou if it kills him.

Bakugou stretches out, humming to himself. He has two meetings he needs to go to later today, but he rarely has this time to just sit back and relax.

Of course, relaxing for him means he’s still doing something. That something being yoga out in the living room.

He slowly moves his body from position to position, enjoying the slight burn. His ears perk up at the sound of the door opening, but besides that, he ignores his boyfriend, instead focusing on shifting his legs into the next position.

“Hey, babe, I brought lunch home,” Kirishima calls from the front door, where Bakugou knows he’s taking off his shoes before moving deeper into the house. “I thought we could eat together before you have to go- ach .”

Bakugou hides his smirk, shoulders shifting as he stands up. “Hey mutt, what’d you get?” He looks over his shoulder, showing his teeth at the sight of Kirishima standing frozen in the living room doorway, bags of food dangling in his hands.

Kirishima audibly swallows. “Uh, what are you doing?”

Bakugou snorts, turning away and moving to the next position. “What does it fucking look like? Yoga.”

“Yeah, but, um-”

“What? Does the cat have your tongue?”

“You’re naked,” Kirishima moans.

Bakugou looks down, as if this is his first time noticing his lack of clothes. “Huh. So I am.”

“ Why? ”

Bakugou shrugs. “Why not?” He bends down, his forehead touching his knees. He can practically feel the burn of Kirishima’s stare on his ass. “The sun is shining pretty bright today and you know how much I love to spread myself along the window sills to soak it up.”

His voice is practically a purr and he knows exactly what he’s doing, reminding the mutt of what happened the last time he was spread in front of the window, when Kirishima had been curled up behind him, both slowly rocking as the sun had warmed their skin.

Bakugou curls his tail, beckoning Kirishima’s eyes to follow along as he works his way through his routine. He can hear the other huff and panting, the mutt probably drooling.

“You’re torturing me here, Kat,” Kirishima says, sounding strangled.

“You know what you have to do if you want a piece of this,” Bakugou says. His hands, which had been wrapped around his ankle, slowly start to slide up his leg, gliding along the smooth skin.

“There’s nothing to-”

Bakugou shrugs, before turning around, coming face to face with Kirishima. He stalks his way forward, eyes half-lidded.

Kirishima might be holding his breath. Bakugou is pretty sure he’s not breathing.

And then Bakugou passes by him, brushing his shoulder, before heading up to their room. “Then I guess we’re done here. Let’s have lunch.”

The sound of Kirishima hitting his head on the wall echoes around the house.

Bakugou doesn’t do this often-

Ok, that’s a lie. He does do this quite often, but always in the privacy of their home. Rarely does he do it in public.

But by this point, he’s willing to pull out all the stops.

They’re back on patrol, walking around the 5th and 6th district, with the hot sun beating down on them. Bakugou curses. His gauntlets are already half-filled by this point, and he hasn't even done anything.

Kirishima taps on his shoulder, pointing to a stand selling water. They go over to buy some, only to have the vendor wave off their attempts to pay, thanking them instead for the jobs they do.

They go to stand to the side, in the shade, drinking their free water. Side-eyeing Kirishima, Bakugou casually leans against the wall and then pulls on the strap of his hero suit, as if he were trying to fan himself.

Kirishima glances over.

Then he does a double-take.

“Katsuki, no,” he says, almost in horror.

Bakugou innocently blinks at him. “What? I’m just drinking.”

But Kirishima is too focused on his bared shoulder to respond.

Bakugou looks down. “Oh, you mean the bra strap, huh? Yeah, I don’t know why, but I felt like dressing up a little today.” His fingers play with the baby blue strap, snapping it against his skin.

“Did-Is it a complete set?” Kirishima asks, tail wagging behind him, ears perking up.

Bakugou smiles, wide and all teeth. “Wouldn’t you like to find out.”

“You-you’re a monster,” Kirishima says.

Bakugou chuckles, pushing off the building. He rubs his head against Kirishima’s shoulder before pulling him back on patrol. “I know.”

It continues like that for the rest of the day, with Bakugou giving Kirishima little hints and peeks of the lingerie he wears underneath.

Kirishima follows after him, like a mutt on a leash, and more than once, walks into a civilian or doorway. Bakugou sits back and laughs at the way he goes red and sputters out excuses.

When they reach the agency, they both head back to the locker rooms to get changed out of their costumes. Bakugou barely passes the threshold, before he’s being grabbed, flipped, and pressed face first against the wall.

He sends a smirk at Kirishima. “What’s with you and manhandling me in locker rooms lately?”

Kirishima growls, low in his throat. “As if you don’t deserve it. You’ve been winding me up all fucking week.”

Bakugou bares his fangs. “And you haven’t been doing the same? I told you, Eijirou, all you have to do is tell me what’s been on your mind and then you can do whatever you want to me.”

Kirishima growls again, pressing close. He noses his way through Bakugou’s hair, huffing. “...I’m afraid you’ll think I’m weird or something.”

Bakugou pauses, before turning his head to rub it against Kirishima’s. “Eijirou, you never have to be afraid to talk to me about stuff. You know that, right?”

Kirishima drops his head against Bakugou’s shoulder, large arms wrapping around his waist. “I know but it’s...thoughts getting to me. Will you think it’s too weird, will you look at me differently, that sort of stuff.”

Bakugou reaches back to start to play with his hair. “You know I love you. You could say the weirdest shit to me and, maybe I might say the wrong thing at first, but nothing could ever make me stop loving you or thinking you’re too much for me.”

Kirishima is silent for a moment, squeezing tighter and inhaling Bakugou’s scent. Bakugou continues to play with his hair, fingers brushing against his ears, scratching right behind them in that secret spot that makes Kirishima melt.

“...M’ wanna breed you,” Kirishima finally mumbles.

Bakugou furrows his eyebrows. He feels Kirishima tense behind him and is quick to scratch that spot again, forcing him to relax. “Not that I’m saying it’s bad, but you know I can’t get pregnant right?”

“I know,” Kirishima says, still muttering into his shoulder. “I just...you know that girl, Doi? That you were playing with at last month’s charity function?”

“Yeah?”

“I saw you being all sweet with her and it was like I was suddenly hit with the image of you doing that to our daughter. And then other thoughts kept rolling in my head. You, holding our child. You, feeding out child. You, round with our child. And that eventually devolved into-”

“You trying to stuff as much of your cum into me as possible?” Bakugou asks.

Kirishima’s breath hitches. He digs his claws into Bakugou’s waist. “ Yessss . It’s consumed my thoughts. At this point, I don’t really care that you can’t have children, it’s all about the trying you know? I just want you to constantly sit on my knot, warm my cock, be a tight hot little cocksleeve.”

Bakugou bites his bottom lips, face flushing. “Damn, Eijirou. And you’ve been keeping this to yourself all this time?”

Kirishima lifts his head, catching Bakugou’s eyes. “You...you like that?”

Bakugou sniffs, looking away. “I mean, you’re the one whose saying all these dirty things. Of course I’m going to find that hot.”

Kirishima grins, pressing a kiss against Bakugou’s shoulder. Then he goes to whisper directly in Bakugou’s ear. “Yeah? You like the thought of you all fucked out on our bed, spread out, your hole wet and sloppy as I force my knot back in?”

Bakugou moans, low and heated. “You going to put a liter in me, mutt? Huh, you think you can?”

Kirishima rumbles, the sound vibrating deep in his chest, and Bakugou doesn’t have time to react before Kirishima bits into his neck, leaving a large mark. Bakugou whimpers, grinding his hips back. Kirishima takes advantage of that, moving Bakugou’s waist back so he can grind on his ass.

“I know I can. Going to keep you stuffed, make your tits all fat with milk.” One of his hands reaches up to cup one of Bakugou’s pecs.

“With that weak knot of yours?” Bakugou grits out, trying hard not to fall apart as Kirishima gropes him. “Good fucking luck.”

“You challenging me?” Kirishima asks.

“What do you think?”

Their eyes meet, sparks flying between them, both of their mouths pulling back to show off their fangs.

The door opens and they jerk apart. An intern peeks their head in, whistling before coming to a halt. They stop and stare at Bakugou and Kirishima, both of their costumes wrinkled and messed up, their hair wild.

“Um,” they say.

“Get the fuck out,” Bakugou screams, hands sparking.

The intern eeps, scrambling back and out the door.

Kirishima sighs. “Bakugou-”

“Don’t you fucking start,” Bakugou snarls. He runs a hand through his hair, huffing, before catching Kirishima’s eyes again. “You want to take a half-day and get the fuck home?”

“Gods, yes.”

They burst through the bedroom door, wrapped around each other, Bakugou climbing Kirishima like a tree. They’re not really kissing, more like they’re trying to eat each other’s mouths.

Bakugou groans, pulling back. "Fuck, Eijirou." His claws dig into the skin on Kirishima's shoulder, making the other hiss.

Kirishima practically throws Bakugou down on the bed, red eyes blazing. He's quick to get himself undressed, tripping on his costume in his hurry to throw it on the ground.

Bakugou is right behind him, shimmering out of his pants, trying to peel himself out of his top too, when Kirishima grabs his ankles and yanks him down. Bakugou lets out a little sound of surprise as he slides along the bed.

Kirishima crawls over him, slow and predatory, eyes glued to the panties Bakugou is wearing. Bakugou tilts his head, spreading his legs and fingering the lacy edges. “Do you like what you see? Want to unwrap me like the present I am?”

Kirishima licks his lips, grinning. “Fuck yeah, babe. I want to see the entire picture.” He lifts one of Bakugou’s legs, kissing the side of his knee. He slowly kisses his way up Bakugou’s thigh, keeping eye contact, before biting into the meaty flesh. Bakugou’s breath catches and then Kirishima’s soothing the sting with a kiss.

He repeats the pattern a few more times, leaving marks along the way, before reaching the bulge in his panties. He spreads Bakugou’s legs wider, nuzzling the covered dick, before biting on the edge of the panties, pulling down just enough for the tip of Bakugou’s cock to slip out. Kirishima gives the tip a lick, cleaning up the precum there.

Bakugou can’t tear his eyes away, little moans being ripped from his throat. Kirishima gives him grin before backing off. “Let me open my pretty present.” His large hands wrap around Bakugou’s waist, lifting the tight fabric of his shirt up to reveal Bakugou’s abs, then even higher. Inch by inch, blue fabric is exposed for Kirishima to drink in. It’s lacy and sheer, doing nothing to hide the way Bakugou’s nipples stand erect and waiting.

Kirishima, because he can’t help himself, pinches one of the pink buds. Bakugou arches into the touch, silently begging for more. Kirishima manages to get the rest of the shirt off, also throwing it to the side, his hand never leaving Bakugou’s chest.

Bakugou throws an arm across his face, face flushed and eyes narrowed. Kirishima’s tail is wagging a mile a minute, dick hard and heavy. “Come on, you mutt, I thought you were going to breed me? Are you going to break your promise?”

That gets him another pinch, making him hiss. “So impatient, my pretty kitty. Let me enjoy the way you look before we get to the fun stuff.”

Bakugou snarls. “That’s funny coming from yo- ah fuck .”

Kirishima hums, still twisting Bakugou’s nipple before twisting it to the other side. “That’s a little better. Keep making those pretty noises for me and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

“Fuck- ah -you,” Bakugou hisses. He withers against the bed as Kirishima continues to play with his body, his other hand reaching down to give Bakugou’s cock light little stokes.

“My perfect cat, you’re going to look so good, all-round with my liter.” Kirishima leans down to give Bakugou’s stomach a chaste kiss. Bakugou wiggles.

“Eijirou, come on.”

“Someone’s needy. I haven’t even fingered you open and you’re already begging for me,” Kirishima says.

Bakugou flushes. "We've haven't had sex for nearly two damn months."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Yours."

"Hmmm, is that so?" Kirishima asks, fingers dancing along Bakugou’s inner thighs as he slowly pulls Bakugou’s panties down his legs. “I wasn’t the one who started the sex ban.”

Bakugou sneers. “Really? Who was it that kept their dirty little fantasies to themselves- fuck .” Bakguou’s body jerks as Kirishima’s fingers tap against his hole, wet with lube.

Kirishima chuckles. “You’re always so loud, babe.” He slowly pushes one finger in, wiggling it.

“Maybe, uh, maybe you’re just too fucking quiet,” Bakugou says, fingers digging into the mattress.

“Now we both know that’s a lie.” Kirishima adds another finger, scissoring. He licks his lips. “You look so delicious, spread out on my fingers. I can’t wait till it’s my knot that you’re splitting on.”

Bakugou moans, thrusting his hips down. “God damn, you’re fingers are so fucking big, Eijirou. Come on, fuck me already.”

Kirishima clicks his tongue. “Patience, Katsuki. I want you open for me, so my knot can just slide right in." He adds another finger, croaking them, pressing against that special place, and smirks as Bakugou's eyes widen.

And then he mewls.

They both still, Bakugou slapping a hand over his mouth, face twisted in horror.

"Did you just-"

"No!" Bakugou instantly denies, face going cherry red.

Kirishima can feel Bakugou's hands heating up. He moves fast, grabbing those tiny wrists in his hardened hands and slamming them on the mattress, right above Bakugou's head.

"You did," Kirishima breathes. "Do it again."

"What- no. Fuck no." Bakugou tries to thrash, but Kirishima straddles his hips, hardening his skin to make it heavier.

Kirishima leans in close, till their noses are almost touching. "I'm going to make you make that sound again, Katsuki."

Bakugou shudders, but he refuses to back down. "Is that a challenge?"

Before he can blink, he's being flipped over, arms pulled behind his back, chest and face pressed into the mattress, ass raised up. Kirishima palms his ass, a light touch, before giving it an echoing smack. Bakugou gasps, going still.

"That's a promise," Kirishima whispers directly into his ear. He gives the fluffy appendage a bite, two fingers shoving their way back inside, searching for Bakugou's prostate.

He knows he finds it when Bakugou's body jerks, Bakugou moaning low and long. But it's not the sound Kirishima wants. So he continues to press his fingers against it, milking Bakugou.

Bakugou is squirming, but with Kirishima's large body covering his and those hardened hands keeping his wrists pinned, there's nowhere for Bakugou to go.

Every time he moves, it just forces his hips back down on those thick fingers. It makes his cock throb, precum dripping freely. He whines, throwing his head back. "Eijirou."

Kirishima kisses his sweaty forehead. "Come on, Katsuki. You know what I want."

Bakugou shakes his head, ears twitching, tail curling and unfurling around Kirishima's wrist. "N-No."

Kirishima tisks, squeezing a third finger in, jabbing it against his prostate. Bakugou's eyes widen, mouth falling open. He pants, hole twitching.

"My pretty kitty, won't you make your sweet noises for me?" Kirishima continues to whisper in his ear.

"It's embarrassing," Bakugou practically yowls, hiding his face in his arms.

"Not if it's with me," Kirishima says, stopping momentarily. He nuzzles Bakugou's hair. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about if it's just me here, right?"

Bakugou bites his bottom lip. Kirishima doesn't move, allowing Bakugou time to think.

Finally, Bakugou sighs. Then, almost too soft to hear, he mewls.

Kirishima's grin splits his face. He kisses Bakugou again and starts moving his fingers. "Good boy, that's so lovely, yes please keep making those noises." He spreads his fingers. "Louder, kitty cat, louder."

Bakugou is shuddering, body beyond hot, as Kirishima fucks him open. His sounds of pleasure increase in volume, Kirishima encouraging him along the way.

It doesn't take long at all before he's coming against the bed, Kirishima's fingers still moving. He pants, little shivers of aftershock rocking through him.

When he comes back to himself, it's to the feeling of Kirishima rubbing his cock against his ass. He lazily grinds back. "Getting ahead of yourself, aren't you?" He mumbles. "I thought you were going to breed me?"

Kirishima bites into his shoulder, making Bakugou hiss. "If you can talk again, then I guess that means you're ready to be fucked."

Bakugou lifts his hips up, moving his tail out of the way to show off his stretched hole. "Come on Eijirou, fuck a litter into me."

Kirishima growls, low and heated. His cock presses against Bakugou's hole, sheathing himself inside that hot, wet heat. Bakugou cries out, the sound almost lost in the howl Kirishima let's out.

Kirishima wastes no time as he starts to thrust, hard and fast into Bakugou, hips slapping against his ass.

Bakugou whines, his moans being punched out of him with each thrust. Kirishima let's go of his wrists, his hand trailing down Bakugou's body to curl around his stomach.

"Can't wait to see you all fat with my seed. I'm going to make you sit on my knot all through your pregnancy."

"I want it, please Eijirou, please. Knot me, knot me."

"You're going to get your knot, patience." Kirishima brings Bakugou's hips up higher, so he can fuck into him deeper, his cock now slamming against Bakugou's prostate.

Bakugou is back to mewling, his cock growing hard again. He tears up the sheets, thrusting back against Kirishima. He can feel that fat knot bumping up against him, desperately trying to slip inside.

With every slam, Kirishima's knot spreads Bakugou open just a bit further, goes in just a bit deeper. Bakugou mewls and yowls through it, begging Kirishima with every other breath. His cock is fully hard by now, almost painfully so.

With one last, hard thrust, Kirishima pushes his knot fully in, locking them together. He snarls, biting into Bakugou's shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. One hand moves from his grip on Bakugou's waist to his cock, stroking him rough and fast.

Bakugou's eyes roll into his head, body going stiff. His orgasm is ripped out of him, joining his other release on the bed. He can feel warmth rushing into him as Kirishima cums, still slightly rolling his hips as Bakugou's hole milks him.

They stay like that for a minute or two, and then they collapse into the bed, boneless.

Kirishima turns them to the side, wiggling till they were in a more comfortable position as they wait for Kirishima's knot to deflate. Kirishima continues to pet and stroke Bakugou, singing him praises.

Bakugou shifts back slightly, settling into Kirishima's chest, hands drifting down to rest on his stomach. "So," he says after a moment. "Should we start looking at adoption agencies?"

Kirishima chokes.

#kiribaku #katsuki bakugou #eijirou kirishima #smuttish #hybrid au

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razieltwelve · 4 years

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The Game (RWBY AU Snippet)

Weiss tried not to stare as Death glared balefully across the monopoly board at Zwei.

“Really?” Death growled. “This is how you repay aeons of kindness?”

Anyone else would have quailed, but the Watchdog of the Abyss merely smiled, wagged his tail, and then pointed to the hotel on Beacon University.

Death scowled and forked over the required quantity of lien. “You may have won this time, Zwei, but I will have my revenge!” As if to punctuate her statement, a dramatic crash of thunder came from the storm outside.

Weiss didn’t have the heart to point out that given the paltry state of Death’s properties, it was only a matter of time before the divine canine wiped her out as well. Nora had already run out of money, which was likely why the storm outside had worsened.

“Hmm…” Ren drawled. “I didn’t think Zwei would be this good at monopoly.”

Weiss nodded at the other Chosen. “I had assumed he would rely on being cute and cuddly like he usually does.”

“Oh, he might look cute and cuddly,” Death grumbled. “But Zwei is basically evil personified in games like this. I don’t know where he gets it from since it’s definitely not from me.” Death lowered her voice. “Maybe letting him hang out with Neo was a mistake…”

“Neo?” Weiss raised one eyebrow. “You let Zwei hang out with the goddess of assassins, thieves, ice cream, and umbrellas?”

Death shrugged. “She likes ice cream and so does Zwei. I’m busy a lot, and he doesn’t like eating ice cream on his own.” She rolled her eyes. “He somehow manages to convince her to pay every time. Pretty much the only one he hasn’t managed to fool into paying for him is Cinder, and she’s… complicated.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Pyrrha muttered.

Weiss stared at the red-haired goddess. That was one of the only times she’d ever heard the kind-hearted goddess sound negative about someone else.

“She and Cinder don’t get along,” Death whispered to Weiss. “They're basically sworn enemies, and their Chosen may or may not have killed each other multiple times over the aeons.”

Pyrrha’s gaze darkened. “I have been keeping a very close eye on her and her Chosen. If either of them step out of line…”

“Relax,” Death said. “I’ve spoken to both Cinder and her Chosen. Nobody is killing anybody. If someone does step out of line, they will be answering to me.”

That seemed to mollify Pyrrha. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” Death looked at Jaune. “You know, you’re doing pretty well at this.”

The policeman shrugged. “I’m pretty lucky most of the time, I guess.” The blond was the only one who’d managed to avoid landing on any of the properties owned by Zwei. It was pretty miraculous considering how many properties the dog owned. “But Zwei is something else.” The dog gave him a hopeful look, and Jaune scratched him behind the ears. “Is he good at all board games or just this one?”

“If it involves luck, the odds are pretty good that he’ll do well in it.” Death sighed. “He also likes playing mini-golf, which sounds weird and looks even weirder.”

“How does he even play mini-golf?” Jaune asked.

“He holds the club in his mouth,” Death replied. “And he somehow gets it to work.” She chuckled. “Although there was that one time he tried to play in something closer to his true form. Yeah… he kind of burnt down the mini-golf course and I had to fix everything.”

“Wait… when did that happen? Wouldn’t we have heard about that?” Jaune asked.

“The nice thing about being me,” Death replied. “Is that making it so that people don’t remember stuff like that is basically a walk in the park.”

“It makes you wonder, doesn’t it?” Ren said. “What else the gods might have concealed.”

Death chuckled at Jaune’s horrified look. “Try not to think about it too much. It’ll drive you crazy if you do.”

Weiss picked up the dice. It was her turn. “Wish me luck,” she said.

“Good luck,” Death said. “But based on where you are, the odds are pretty good you’ll end up owing Zwei money.”

Weiss rolled the dice… and promptly landed on Beacon University. She looked from her small quantity of money to Zwei. The dog was grinning from ear to ear. “Can I pay you in treats?” Weiss asked, digging through her pockets for one of the treats Zwei liked.

“Hey!” Death shook her head. “No paying Zwei in food. If I had to pay in cash, so do you.”

“I don’t know,” Weiss countered. “Maybe we should leave that decision up to Zwei.”

The dog looked thoughtful for a moment. However, before he could reply, Yang flew through the window with Blake in her arms.

“You know,” Blake said, shivering. “Flying through a storm sounds really romantic… but it really isn’t as fun as I thought it would be.”

Yang chuckled. “It’s because you mortals are fragile. A little bit of rain, some wind, and the next thing you know, you’re dying of exposure.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Blake growled as Yang summoned a towel to help her dry off. “Wait… are you guys playing monopoly with Zwei?”

“Yes,” Jaune said. “And he’s winning.”

Blake shook her head. “He’s the monopoly equivalent of a card shark. We played a game last week, and I now owe him one treat a week for the next ten thousand years. I’m mortal. I’m fairly sure I’m not going to live that long.”

“He’ll just add it to your next life’s tab,” Death said.

“…” Blake sighed. “And people think you’re the evil one?”

Death shrugged. “Well, people have to blame somebody, and Zwei does look really adorable most of the time.”

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Author’s Notes

Never trust Zwei when it comes to monopoly. So… this is what the gods and their Chosen get up to when they aren’t busy. As an aside, the monopoly game is almost over. Zwei owns enough properties that it’s basically only a matter of time until he wins. Ruby (Death) is almost out of money, as are Weiss, Pyrrha, and Ren. Only Jaune still has decent quantities of money left, and Nora is actually already out of the game (which is why it’s raining).

Incidentally, Neo and Zwei meet at least once a month to go out for ice cream. Cinder, meanwhile, has been keeping a wary eye on things. Her Chosen attends the same university that Weiss, Blake, and Ren do. Death’s warning is not simply for Pyrrha’s sake. If Pyrrha and Cinder decide to throw down, they are going to inflict a lot of collateral damage.

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#rwby #fanfiction #ruby rose #weiss schnee #zwei #white rose #lie ren #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #yang xiao long #blake belladonna

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spectralscathath · 4 years

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Foxglove

Five times Captain Robyn, decorated leader of the elite Ace Operatives, almost caught Mantle’s Resident Smartarse, Clover Ebi. And one time he wasn’t so lucky.

[A Lucky Shot roleswap au gift ft. Fox!Robyn and Sassy!Clover]

Robyn looked out the front window as the van slowed to a halt, barely holding back a curse when she saw Clover Fucking Ebi standing in front of their truck, bold as brass. “Alright, rookie. Looks like we’ve got an obstruction of justice in our way. Keep an eye on our six, but stay close. I’ll do the talking.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Marrow nodded, starry eyes determined to prove he had what it took. He was a bit young for an Ace Op, having only really graduated Atlas two years ago, but his raw potential and earnest belief in justice had Robyn practically camped out in Ironwood’s office, petitioning for the pup to be given a shot.

Robyn shot him an honest grin for a moment and hopped out of the transport, adjusting the longbow strapped to the back of her uniform. Her fox tail swept behind her as she walked to the front of the van, a casual smirk curving her lips. “Clover. Hi.”

“Robyn!” Clover grinned and spread his hands, lucky pin glinting on his waistcoat. “Well, if it isn’t the Captain of Ironwood’s Ace Ops. It’s good to see you.”

“Cut the crap, Clover.” She put her hand on her hip. “Is there a reason you’re blocking an official military transport?”

“Here I was thinking you could explain to me why these Knights that are meant to be defending Mantle’s outer wall are being driven out to the middle of nowhere.” Clover quirked a brow, crossing his arms. “Got turned around out here?”

“Easy thing to do, Biceps. I’m sure you got lost trying to set up this cute little ambush.” She glanced at the sheep faunus and gave her a mischievous little wave. There were bound to be others.

“Everything looks the same,” Clover admitted carelessly. “You’re going to keep brushing me off?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She cocked her head. “Right, Marrow?”

“Uh- right!” His tail wavered behind him in the lie. He’d really have to work on that.

Clover glanced at him and back to Robyn, a muscle twitching in his jaw. “Will you just tell me why Ironwood’s been sending so many robots to this dust mine?”

“It’s a mine, it’s full of grimm, it needs to get cleared out.” She stared him down, refusing to admit his plans to revamp Amity. “And that’s all you need to know.”

“Is Ironwood seriously thinking of letting the SDC open another mine after what happened here?” Clover’s smile dropped. “People died there, Robyn. These robots are needed for Mantle’s defences, at least until we can get the supplies to patch up the outer wall.”

“Then you can put in a request for those supplies and for more bots when you get elected.” If Jacques got elected instead of Clover she was going to pitch a fucking fit. “Until then, you should stop sticking your nose in military business.”

“So what is Ironwood planning?” Clover stepped forward. “Should I make a lucky guess? How about you, kiddo, want to tell the class why Mantle’s being neglected for Ironwood’s schemes?”

Marrow bristled, the fur spiking up on his tail. “The General’s doing the best he can, we’re trying to help!”

“Can it!” Robyn snapped, stepping in front of Marrow, the fur on her tail bristling. She noticed his eyes flick behind them, watching their backs just like she said. “Clover, it’s time you and your pal there let us through. Right, sheepskin?”

Clover’s hand dropped to his hip, and his fishing line, at the nickname, Thyme’s sheep ears twitching in annoyance as she readied her weapon. “These robots are going to Mantle, Robyn.”

“Like I said, Biceps, formal request, proper channels, now move, or I’ll move you.” Her winged buckler was ready if she needed to get in close, but she’d rather just stick with her longbow for a fight. She really didn’t want a fight, however.

Clover smirked at her. “That a threat, Robert?”

“Don’t pick a fight you can’t win,” she warned him, her and Marrow’s hands both twitching towards the weapons on their backs.

Clover’s grin grew downright wicked, mischief sparkling in teal green eyes. “I dunno, Rob, I’m feeling lucky.”

Her hand closed on one of the fletchings in her quiver when Marrow turned on his heel, arm stretching out as he clicked his fingers and thundered, “SIT!”

Instantly, Robyn heard two thumps and some vicious cursing, the weight of Marrow’s command slamming the missing Huntresses from Clover’s gang to the snow. Marigold and Greenleaf. Of course.

Robyn didn’t even look behind her, instead just giving Clover an unimpressed look, quirking a brow. “Really? A sneak attack? That’s a little sly for you, Biceps.”

Clover blinked at the younger faunus in some shock, before he clapped a hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking in a vain attempt to hide his laughter. Thyme looked at him like he was off his rocker as he bit his lip to control himself, grinning wide as he fixed his flat cap. “Okay, wasn’t expecting that.”

Robyn smirked. Take that, Ebi. “Clover, this is Ace Operative Marrow. Marrow, say hi to Mantle’s hometown hero. Who was just leaving. Weren’t you, Clover?” She eyed him, warning him to back down.

Clover winked back at her, like the smug arsehole he was. She scowled back, almost wishing he’d pick a fight now just so she could knock that cocky look off his face.

However, he wasn’t stupid. He sighed and shrugged, tucking his hands into his pockets with a soft chuckle. “Alright already. Joanna, May, come on out. Fiona, get the gate.”

Two Huntresses appeared behind them, both sprawled in the snow in a rather undignified manner. Robyn patted Marrow’s shoulder, her fox tail wagging slightly in amusement.

“Not bad, pup,” she complimented. “Let ‘em up.”

He pulled his hand back, giving his fingers a quick flex. “Sorry about that!”

One of the Huntresses made a very rude gesture at him, a light blue glow still dancing at the ends of her fingertips before it disappeared. Robyn let the two get to their feet as she gave Marrow a light nudge back onto the transport, looking back at Clover. “Hope you win the election.”

“Looking forward to seeing my handsome face up in Atlas, are you?”

“I take it back. Suffer the loss.”

“No can do, Robster.” Clover doffed his cap at her as he stepped aside, gesturing for the convoy to pass through. “I’m-”

“One more luck joke and I’m telling them to run you over.” She stepped back inside, closing the door as she heard him laugh again. The convoy started up, driving through the makeshift blockade as she and Marrow sat back down again.

“You did good there, rookie,” she smiled at him, shifting to make sure her tail wasn’t squashed.

“Really?” He perked up, tail thumping against the seat.

“Really,” she snorted and reached over, ruffling his hair. He was fucking adorable. “Don’t let it go to your head though. You still have a lot to learn.”

He nodded, rocksteady determination in his eyes, before he startled at the sound of her scroll going off. She reached for it, seeing a private message come through that simply stated ‘your place at 8?’

She rolled her eyes, waving Marrow off and letting him get back to watching the tundra go by. Clover was a cocky bastard. ‘If you break in again I’m arresting u’

The reply was near-instant. ‘Lucky me ;)’

She smiled slightly. Oh yeah. She was gonna kill him. Semblance be damned.

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Robyn had been fourteen when she first met Clover. She was a poacher of sorts, stealing, shoplifting, pickpocketing, doing what she had to do to keep Lien flowing for her dads.

The riskiest thing she did was taking military supplies to sell on Mantle’s thriving black market. Her tactic was simple, an unfletched arrow fired into a wheel to puncture it, and when it was being changed she’d see if there was a chance to steal a box off a truck.

It usually ended in a chase, but that was fine by her. She had a tail for balance and knew Mantle like the back of her hand. The military could never keep up.

Except for the one time they did, and she ended up with her back to a wall and a hood shadowing her face as her main protection from recognition.

“Put down the box and raise your hands,” the soldier barked at her, a visor over his face. “You’re under arrest.”

Robyn bristles, eyes darting around for an escape when she saw something glint, a flicker, and there was a fishing hook dangling right in front of her nose.

“Grab on!” She heard from above her, and decided to show a little trust, her hand closing on the fishing line before she was yanked up out of the alley. She heard the soldier cussing, snapping orders into his coms.

A warm hand grabbed hers with a casual trust that no one gave her when they knew what her hands did, and the green-eyed boy helped her up onto the rooftop. “Hi, I’m-”

“Save it for later, we gotta run,” she tightened her grip on his hand as she took off like an arrow from a bowstring, darting across rooftops as she pulled her new ally with her. He laughed as they ran, the sound infectious enough to make her grin, before she slid down a rickety fire escape and into the relative safety of the miner’s district. The military didn’t usually chase her this far.

“That was fun!” He grinned, freckles dotting his skin, a warm jacket and a beanie sheltering him from the cold. Was he a tourist?

She pulled her hood back, her flyaway hair messy as ever. “Thanks for the save. I’m Robyn.”

“Clover. Can I have my hand back?” He quirked a brow, giving it a light tug against her grasp.

She let go pretty instantly. “Sorry, blanked.”

“It’s fine,” his eyes sparkled. “I kinda was watching them chase you for a bit, once I saw you running away from the truck. Glad I could help out.”

“Sure,” she looked him over, before deciding picking his pocket was probably rude and she really shouldn’t do that. Especially not after she got him out of a bind. “Guess I owe you one.”

“Make it up to me by helping me figure out where I am?” His smile turned a touch sheepish. “I’m new in town.”

“No problem. Just let me drop this off and I’ll get you home.” She couldn’t bring stolen goods home, her dads would kill her. She had a hiding place for them, a bolthole where she hid her cache until she could sell it at the next black market.

“Sure. So you steal from Atlas military often? Isn’t that illegal?” He put his hands in his pockets as he followed her, and she pretended not to notice how his eyes dropped down to take a gander at her tail. “Am I a criminal now for helping you?”

“You really like talking, huh?” She hopped a fence to an abandoned property, the house in the middle long since ruined by a grimm attack, slinking around to the back of the place.

She noticed Clover pause as he looked at the ruin and walked back to him. “It’s been like this for a while, before they beefed up the outer walls.”

“Sherwood inn,” he gestured at what was left of the sign, broken in two from the attack. “Were there people here?”

“Apparently they all got evacuated. The Atlas military might be job thieves, but they know how to protect people from grimm.” She patted his shoulder. “Come on, there’s a cellar that stayed pretty undamaged, it’s a good hiding place.”

“Spoken like a true outlaw,” he chuckled. “No seriously, am I a criminal now?”

“I won’t turn you in,” she booted aside the planks, dropping the stolen goods in where she could come back for them later. “So as long as you don’t get caught, then you’re not a criminal.”

Clover raised a brow. “Good to know.”

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Robyn perched on a rooftop as she watched the transport, the cowl of her hood shadowing her face as she waited for Clover to strike. He’d gotten ballsy about it, and it was annoying. He was a civilian, technically, he couldn’t expect Ironwood to just hand out military secrets like candy. Especially when the Whole Fucking Point of hiding the CCT was to make sure fucknuts like Tyrian didn’t get their hands on it.

She just really wanted to get her hands on Clover and shake him down a little bit, let him know that once the damn CCT was done, they could work on fixing shit in Mantle. Didn’t he realise that this was her city too? Of course she wanted to help it.

Playing the long game was just the best way to do that.

She let the transport move a little more before it came to a sudden stop, one of the tires letting out a dying whistle, and Robyn nearly let out a massive sigh. Pop a tire? Please, Clover, she invented that move. Be more original.

She spotted a figure walking up towards the front of the transport and drew back the arrow on her bow, taking a breath as she lined up the shot, the fletching brushing her cheek.

There was a flicker of light on the Huntress’s hands before a blue dome spread outwards, encasing the transport and the other three figures that disappeared into it, before all of them vanished.

Robyn breathed out entirely, emptying her lungs before she released the arrow. She was on the move immediately after, her aim straight and true as she tapped her coms. “This is Ace Operative Robyn, I’ve sighted Ebi, engaging now.”

She turned her coms off again before she could hear the reply, focused on the path of her shot. She smirked to herself as she watched the arrow vanish in thin air, quickly followed by some loud cursing as it met the mark. The invisibility field disappeared as she lined up another arrow, this one laced with dust as she took aim at Thyme.

Clover’s hand shot out to catch it right before it hit his follower, and he turned in the direction it had come from, trying to spot her. “Nice try, Rob!” He called out, using the arrow to tip up the brim of his flat cap.

She flipped over a gap between rooftops, pressed a button on her bow, and her arrow detonated, the explosion blowing him and Thyme off their feet.

Robyn took the leap, landing in a crouch in front of the four outlaws. She stowed her bow on her back, extending the wings of her buckler, a crossbow bolt ready for the close quarters. Her other hand grabbed a set of bolas from her hip. “Clover Ebi, you and your cohorts are under arrest. Stand down so we can do this peacefully.”

Clover popped his hat back on and flipped Kingfisher in his hand, shooting the harpoon function at her. “Scatter!”

The three Huntresses took off, Clover picking an entirely direction as he hopped the transport and gave her the choice of who to chase.

Her tail fluffed in irritation as she realised that there really was only one obvious choice. “You son of a bitch!” She yelled at him as she bounded over the van, tossing her bolas at his feet to try and trip him up.

The lucky bastard had the sense to jump at that moment, clearing the bolas as he turned on his heel for just a moment and shot her a finger gun. “You’re welcome!”

She scowled as she fired her crossbow at him, the shot ricocheting off the wall and barely missing his stupid hat. He held it on his head as he ran, his long strides quickly clearing the distance between them as he led her on a merry dance through the alleys.

Robyn scanned the area as she pursued him, judging angles and distance before she swapped the bolt in her crossbow for a different shot, her anger sharpening into a sly grin. She lined up her shot, using a combat roll to bleed off excess momentum and steady her stance,to make her aim perfect, before firing.

The bolt hit the railing of a fire escape and bounced back down, hitting the ground in front of Clover before a thin sheet of slippery ice coated the pavement in every direction.

Clover’s boot hit the ice, and not even luck could fight physics. He hit the ground, sliding across the ice in an undignified heap. He recovered quickly, latching Kingfisher’s hook onto the edge of a rooftop as he prepared to reel himself away.

Which was, of course, the moment Robyn careened into him with a flying tackle, causing him to lose his grip on his weapon and knocking them both away from the ice.

She waited for him to register the new position he was in, teal eyes fixing on the tip of the crossbow bolt resting lightly under his chin, before she gave him a vulpine grin. Her ponytail was messy and askew, the red-feathered hair-tie never quite able to keep up with her Huntress duties.

“Gotcha.” And fuck. She’d dropped her bolas.

Clover tried a grin. “I don’t suppose a heartfelt apology would get you to let me go, Robert?”

She levelled him with a glare. “Just tell me why you’re stealing like this. I mean, for one thing, that was my move with the tire.”

“Well, if it ain’t broke,” he shrugged at her, eyes flicking to the side, where Kingfisher was a bit too far for him to run for without getting a crossbow to the aura.

“Don’t even think about it,” she cautioned him. “Stealing these supplies isn’t helping Mantle, Clover.”

Clover’s eyes darkened, a downright vicious snarl twisting his features. “I’m not going to let Ironwood hoard them for his pet project,”he spat vehemently. “I’m not some military dog like you.”

Her glare turned thunderous as she watched him process that, before he cringed slightly. “That… came out wrong.”

She pointed her crossbow between his eyes this time, voice going velvet soft with lethal threat. “I’m going to let that slide, just this once. And I’m going to ask that you leave the supply trucks alone. You might not trust Ironwood, but you can trust me.”

“Can I?” Clover challenged, reaching up to push her crossbow to the side. She let him. “I’m not a mind reader, Robert. I can’t just know if someone’s word is good or not.”

“You might not read minds, but I can. If I wanted you arrested, I could just get the evidence I need out of your head.” She twiddled her fingers. “But I’m not going to do that. Not to you.”

“Going soft on me, Robbie?” Clover grinned flirtily at her. She wanted to knock the look off his face, but it wasn’t exactly wrong. She was letting him go, just this once, because she wanted to trust him. He was short-sighted and too focused on the ‘now’, but he wasn’t an idiot. He wanted to protect people, protect Mantle, just like she wanted justice.

She wished that they could work together to do that, but she couldn’t if he was going to continue to be an obstinate jackass. Still. One shot. Then all bets were off. Lucky him. “One last chance. Leave the supplies alone, and trust me, or next time I’m going to drag you up to Atlas in handcuffs-”

“Kinky.”

“Shut it. And then I’ll get what I need to know out of you.” She looked into his eyes as she let him stand up. “I don’t want to do that. So for once in your fucking life, stop being such a little shit.”

Clover walked over to Kingfisher, picking up the handle as he tested the line. It was still hooked onto the rooftop he’d aimed for. “I’ll consider it.”

“Don’t fucking ‘consider’ it, you knobhead, just do it!” Her tail poofed out in agitation as she barked the order at him.

“No promises, cap’n!” He blew her a kiss before he reeled himself away, leaving her to fume. Fucking bellend. Next time she was just gonna break his aura and let Ironwood’s semblance drag the truth out of him.

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The lock clicked as Robyn turned the key, opening her apartment door to darkness and a visitor. She didn’t even bother reaching for the light switch as she closed the door behind her, shutting out all the light. He could suffer.

“Trespassing is illegal, you know.” She crossed her arms, unsure if she was meant to be irritated or not at the sight of him sprawled over her couch like he owned it, an arm resting casually along the back.

“Well,” he tossed a grin in what he probably assumed was her general direction. “It’s only illegal if you get caught.”

She turned on a light at that, just so she could hold up her gravity bolas and gesture silently at them, looking entirely unimpressed.

Clover glanced at them before his eyes flicked to Robyn’s stony expression. “Come on, Robert, I’m here as a friend. Like old times.”

Her tail swished as she felt a touch of guilt tug at her, hanging up her jacket, weapons, and bolas beside her door. She walked over to the couch and sat down, letting him shift to make room for her.

“Friends, are we? You’ve been running my team ragged, you know. We have a job to do and I don’t want to keep having to try bother catching your Huntresses.”

“Well, if supplies actually went to Mantle instead of Amity, I wouldn’t have to steal them,” his tone sharpened. “What’s so important about Amity anyway?”

“That’s confidential,” she replied automatically. “I know you all think you’re doing the right thing, but you’re not actually helping anyone in the long-term. You’re so focused on instant results-”

“Working in the short term is important, Robyn. People could die in the short term.” Clover interrupted, malachite eyes boring into her.

“As I was saying,” she glared at him, baring her teeth the tiniest bit. “Helping Mantle is the long term goal for all of this.”

“Why should I believe that?” Clover crossed his arms, lucky pin glinting on his chest.

“I trust Ironwood, but I also want justice for Mantle. Real justice. I wouldn’t work with James otherwise.” She pushed a few stray strands of hair out of her face. “What you’re doing isn’t helping. It’s actually impeding our best chance to really help Mantle, for good.”

“I hear what you’re saying but there is a fucking hole in our defences and no updated security system.”

“Problems that are going to be fixed, once the Atlas military is done with Amity.” Robyn argued. “James gave me his word.”

“Because that means so much,” Clover rolled his eyes.

“He shook on it.” She twiddled her fingers, his posture immediately shifting to take notice of that simple gesture. “And you know his word is good. He’s not a liar at heart.”

“So why is he hiding everything? The people of Mantle deserve to know why no one up in the sky cares about us.”

“I care,” Robyn’s tail drooped. “Clover, Amity is… more important than you know right now. We just need to keep quiet until it’s complete, or else there will be people who try fuck everything up. We can’t fix things without Amity, and we can’t protect Amity without keeping a few secrets.”

“And you’re okay with that? You? You’ve always been a shit liar, Robyn, there’s no way you actually like hiding things.”

She didn’t reply, instead looking at her scroll as she set it into Do Not Disturb, password locked it, and set it on the table. Her silence was enough to tell him everything.

“Of course you hate it.” He sighed and ran his hand over his hair, his usual cap hanging on her coat stand. “Why are you doing this, Rob?”

She took out her coms, setting it aside. “I believe Ironwood’s doing the right thing. We’re doing the best thing for Remnant. And all of us have to make sacrifices along the way.”

“Is that what this is? A sacrifice? Mantle’s some tribute you can offer up to slaughter?” His hackles rose. “Robyn, do you even hear yourself talk?”

“You think I like the fact that my home gets invaded by Grimm all the time? My dads are down there, Ebi, don’t you dare say I don’t care.” She stared through him. “Sometimes the right thing to do is the hardest thing to do.”

“The right thing is always the easy thing to do, Robyn. It’s making sure people don’t die.”

“Clover, if you knew what was really going on, then you’d know that’s what Ironwood’s doing is right.” She pressed a hand to her chest. “What I’m doing is just.”

“I want to believe you.” He looked in her eyes, and she wondered if he was as drawn to her as she always was to him. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“I have orders not to. You’re a civilian, Clover.”

“I’m a Huntsman.”

“An unaffiliated Huntsman. You don’t have clearance for this information, but Ironwood’s willing to make a deal if you just let us take you in.”

Clover scoffed. “Does that deal involve a prison cell with my name on it?”

“It involves trust. That’s kind of Ironwood’s thing.” She crossed her arms, tail swishing irritably. It was like debating with a brick wall.

“Just because his semblance forces people to tell the truth, that doesn’t mean he’s always honest,” Clover pointed out. “Just because your semblance lets you read my mind, doesn’t mean anything about who you are.”

“You know I don’t use my semblance.” Her fingers dug into her biceps a little bit.

“Anymore,” Clover corrected, voice quiet and not as condemning as it once had been.

She really shouldn’t have been so bothered by it. “I made a mistake.”

“I know.” He hesitated before he took one of her hands, pulling it out of her arm fold. “I forgave you for it.”

“That doesn’t mean it wasn’t a mistake.” One she wasn’t going to repeat. Stealing into his head the way she had, pilfering what information she’d found there, even if she thought she had been trying to help, it had been wrong. It was invasive, and cruel, and to do so without his knowing?

She didn’t think she’d made many errors in her life, but her pride could own up to this one. Only took a drop of wrong to fuck up two good people.

Clover traced circular designs on her palm, eyes dropped from her piercing lavender stare. “I know. You changed, though. I can see it. You’ve become a better person. Loyalties aside.”

She ignored that jab and focused on the first part.“We both did. We’re not a pair of lovestruck teens anymore,” she shrugged at him, her fox tail curling around her.

Clover quirked a brow before a sly smirk curled on his face, his voice still a touch softer than what matched the flirty expression implied. “You don’t love me, Robert? Ouch.”

She snorted and reached out, grabbing his shirt as she pulled him in, close enough to kiss if he wanted to. “Suffer.”

He laughed and closed the distance. “For you, Rob? Any time.”

She kissed him back, both of them aware that he’d have to be gone before morning for his own freedom. It only took two lonely people to fuck love up, but they’d already fucked it up once.

No way they’d fuck it up again.

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Robyn walked back from the chase looking rather dishevelled, tail swishing in what she hoped read as annoyance to anyone watching. Clover had apparently considered her request to stop being a brat, and summarily ignored it like the jerkface he was. This was the third heist he’d tried to pull since she’d let him go.

Elm waited by the transport back to Atlas, Timber slung over her shoulder. “Didn’t catch them?”

“Ebi got away.” She walked past Elm, practically collapsing onto one of the benches inside. Her hair was a mess, loose and wild as it pooled in the fabric of her hood.

“Uh-huh,” Elm nodded as she took her seat across from Robyn, the transport starting up.

“Nothing I could do.” She looked out the window as she tied her hair back up, trying to pretend she wasn’t being surveyed by the pair of very intelligent brown eyes that were currently sparkling with humour.

“Of course.” Elm was hiding a smile behind her hand.

“He’s a nuisance, but he can’t run forever.” She adjusted the collar of her jacket a little bit, a very conspicuous mark on her clavicle that her lilac aura was wiping away.

“Right.” Elm nodded, looking like she didn’t believe a word of it.

“I’m sure we’ll catch him next time.”

“Yep. You got it, captain.”

Robyn nodded in silence as she watched Mantle disappear under the smog from the heating system, going through the clouds and into Atlesian skies, her feather back in her hair band. “Yup.”

“Anyway your shirt’s inside out.”

“... Fuck .”

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Robyn yawned herself awake, a stray hair in her mouth that she blearily pawed away. She debated staying in her warm blanket nest a little longer, her pillow soft and the air heady with the fog of sleep.

And with eggs. She smelt eggs.

Fuck sleep, she wanted food.

She flinched at the cool floorboards against her bare feet and grabbed a shirt that was too big for her, shrugging it on as she pushed her hair out of her face. She stretched, clicking out her back and doing a few quick twists, waking herself up before she padded lightly out into the kitchen.

She smirked at the sight in front of her, Clover’s old Atlas Academy sweatpants hanging low on his hips as he stood in front of the stove. She looked over some of the scars that marked his bare back, more than most people would think for his semblance.

But then, having his luck run out was a literal thing in his case.

The kitchen floor was still cold, and all of Atlas’s heating couldn’t stop the ambient temperature from failing to match up to her deliciously warm bed, so she slank forward until she could wrap her arms around his waist. She leaned against his back, soaking up some of his body heat as her white-tipped tail wagged back and forth. “Gotcha.”

He laughed, the sound reverberating through his chest and through her. “You sure did, cap’n.”

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” She grinned slyly, getting another chuckle out of him.

“Let go of me before I burn it, Rob, and you’ll see.”

“Bullshit. You never burn anything in the kitchen,” she argued. Fuck off, Clover, he was a cozy radiator and he could deal with it.

“And I don’t plan on starting today. Besides, kettle’s boiled. I’ll have a tea, if you’re making it.”

“Whatever you say, Biceps.” She snorted, setting up her usual coffee and his tea, because he was unnatural and somehow functioned on the stuff. “Got too hungry to stay in bed?”

“I can only be your pillow for so long.” He started plating up breakfast. “You’d sleep until the day was over unless I used food as a lure.”

“What am I, a fish?” She mixed honey into her coffee.

“A very pretty fish,” he assured her, setting down two plates of toad-in-a-hole. It was like they were a normal couple. Like everything that had happened hadn’t existed. “Breakfast is served.”

She handed him his cup of tea, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Her movements were somewhat stiff, the cold metal in her chest and back restricting her motion slightly. She was still getting used to the mechanical heart, but it kept her alive after Tyrian had run her through. She couldn’t complain. “Fucking yum .”

“Eloquent as usual.” He blew on his tea as she tucked in.

“Fuck off,” she barked through a mouthful of crispy toasted bread and fried egg, a runny golden yolk spooling over her plate. “ ‘m hungry.”

“I can tell,” he grinned at her, sipping his tea before he started in on his plate. “What’s the plan for today?”

“We keep fixing things.” There was still more to be done. Salem may not have been there anymore, but the aftermath was horrific on an epic scale. But they weren’t dead. Atlas may have fallen, but not to ruin. Despite the loss of the skies, Atlas and Mantle still stood, broken and damaged but not destroyed. They could get strong again, together. Together, the twin cities could be unstoppable once more.

They were one kingdom, after all. Atlas held together.

Clover reached to take her hand in a show of support, very quickly retracting it as she growled at the digits approaching her plate, an arm curling protectively around the food. Sure, she loved him to pieces, but his timing was terrible.

Clover blinked at her and laughed, raising his hands. “Way to say ‘I love you too’, Robert.”

“Maybe if you’d actually say it, I’d say it back,” she teased, waving the end of her fork at him. No more lying now. No more hiding secrets. The lines between Atlas and Mantle had dissolved. Old ranks weren’t important. They were a pair of Huntsmen and that was all that they needed to be.

“I love you, Robert.” He grinned, linking his arms behind his head.

“Love you too, jerk.” She rolled her eyes, glad that this time, at least, they were on the same side.

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LET THE ORGY OF SADNESS CONTINUE: Okita's Route Part 3: Edo Blossoms

I'm very interested to see how this plays out. Tbh, I don't really get this relationship yet but that seems consistent with how I felt before Edo Blossoms in the other routes so, yes, I am excited! :D I hope that Kaoru doesn't die X_X I want at least one route with Kaoru redemption but I am not at all optimistic...

Chapter 1:

"Something else entirely had me preoccupied..." Could it be... one spicy, stabby boi?

Wait, are we... LIVING TOGETHER? 👀

Quick question: do silver bullets affect demons or just furies?

BWWWWAAAARRRP!!! PHYSICAL CONTACT ALARM! "I held his soft, trembling fingers in my hands," Whoa there. Please calm down. I cannot allow this level of unbridled eroticism in my Good Christian Suburb.

In all seriousness, though, I GUESS this is SOMEWHAT sweet and romantic but I want everyone to know that I'm saying this under duress. >:( If I fancied him, this would wring the fuck out of my heart.

"Are you sure? You aren't just saying that?" Glad to see that Doctor Chizuru studied under Doctor Gregory "Everybody Lies" House.

"Why is it that you're always here when I wake up?" If you can't figure it out, I sure as hell am not going to tell you!

"Okita seemed to take pleasure from my surprise, and he stared into my eyes." X_X Of course he did... Because he loves to provoke reactions.

"Answer me." MAKE ME >_<

"looking off to the side in a fit of feigned indifference." < Okita in a nutshell

Is he upset because I said that I was here because of worry and guilt? Because, tbh, fair enough. Those were pretty dumb things to say, making out like it's a burden instead of admitting that I actually like being around him >:(

"Well, I guess that's fine then." X_X Oh, come on! Don't use the f-word on me like that! D:

"She's lying." YAMAZAKI!!! >_<

"Look, I know you can't stop thinking about me, but this whole doting-all-day-and-night thing is tiring." Called. The fuck. Out. X_X

Tbf, it seems kind of hypocritical to be fussing over someone while refusing to let them even inquire about your own health. Plus, it's a very one sided arrangement, which is not healthy X_X

"stop throwing a bitch fit" XD Okita is my new hero :')

"I didn't know that my behaviour became a cause for concern for them, too." Then, perhaps, you are foolish and inconsiderate -_-

O: Okita!?? Did he faint?! O_O

Woo! Going on an adventure with YAM! :)

There had better not be any creepy bald fuckers waiting in mah house! >:(

Are all doctors bald in 1860s Japan????

I'm so happy that Yamazaki's still alive in this route :) TOUCH WOOD.

"*Grunt* *Cough*..." Ah, I knew it was only a matter of time before I caught tb -_- (jk)

No, never split the party! D:

"However the price to pay is life itself." DUN, DUN, DUUUUUUUUUN!!! So much for it granting "immortality"

"the poisonous Water of Life" uh... Isn't that kind of an oxymoron X_X

"Retaining your sanity is impossible without feasting on blood." Ah, so all along, the Shinsengumi were just feeding the furies a poor diet.

O: ):< WHO DARES THUMP MY YAMAZAKI?

Of course. It's fucking Kaoru -_-

Blah blah, sadistic fuckery, blah blah. I'm starting to get real tired of your shit, BROTHER.

"Was he trying to play a trick on me?" -_- probably, yeah.

Wow, that's... Actually pretty helpful? Thanks!?

Okay, the doctor folk have gone! I give Okita delicious blood now? :)

Oh. HE GAWN!!! O:

WHY ARE YOU UP AND DRESSED? >_<

"Sleeping all day is such a drag." True, so DRINK MY BLOOD AND GET BETTER >:(

Bloodlust time :O Good thing I'm a walking blood pack! :D

"How long have you been doing this?" Uh, haven't you been watching over him night and day?

"I wrapped my arms around Okita and held him tight " BWAAAA- Okay, yes, physical contact. Hug = gud >:(

"Pease, drink this " DRINK THE BLOOD >:(

"I could feel his breath brushing across my skin..." o_o Saucy...

Why are the blood drinking descriptions so erotic XD I mean, I'm not complaining but-

Who is this strange, apologetic man?

Blood > Porridge

Heh heh, apparently, Hijikata acts "all hoighty-toighty"

Oooh! Looks like Okita's trying to break free of his diligent YAM nursing...

"I am calm" Okita, last time you said that, you went on a killing spree...

Ooh, I wonder why Yamazaki and Okita don't get along... I remember seeing a picture somewhere with casual Yamazaki abuse in the background...

"Okita was acting like a petulant child, throwing his toys out of the pram..." X_X Sexy...

"Do you think the Shinsengumi still needs me?" HONEY, the Shinsengumi needs all the help it can GET!! O_O

Omg, Yamazaki's threatening to tell on Okita! XD He's playing a dangerous (and childish) game!

Side note: the painting in Okita's room is distracting me because it kind of reminds me of the dead mice my cats bring in on a regular basis.

WAIT, IT'S A FISH!!! X_X A NICE, INNOCENT LITTLE KOI FISHY X_X I need to stop spending so much time with my cats...

"What, already? Can't I stay up just a little longer?" Hakuoki: Mum simulator!

"I'll turn in on one condition..." Oo-er :O

"Okita grinned mischievously, and he peered directly into my eyes." O_O OO-ER!

"My palms became sweaty, and my heart skipped a beat." IT MUST BE LOVE O_O

"Since you're here, mind laying down next to me?" DUN DADA DUN! *fanfare plays* We got there in the end, folks! :D

DON'T YOU DARE SAY NO XD

"That's not a funny joke." True. And the only way to teach him a lesson is to PRETEND to take him seriously by DOING AS HE SAYS >:)

"You're so dense." FACTS.

WELL DONE, CHIZURU, YOU DONE COCK-BLOCKED YERSELF, I said, berating the fictional character as if that's not totally something that I would do in real life ..

"Okita blushed, turning away in embarrassment." O: CTRL+Z CTRL+Z CTRL+Z ):<

"I want to, erm, talk to you for a little bit longer..." Oh, we can "talk" all night long ;)

"Talk...? With me?" But I'm only a stupid woman, huh dur, with naught to say but um and er! Actually, Chizuru does say ""um..." I couldn't think of anything to say" in this route A LOT so maybe FAIR PLAY.

Just realised that I accidentally made a rhyme.

"Okita sighed, frustrated" HONESTLY, ME TOO.

"How clearly do I have to spell this out for you." I'm beginning to wonder that myself. He just wants some company, Chizuru! Is that SO HARD to imagine? X_X

"He began to run his fingers through my hair." Oooh! Physical contact :3 Chizuru = pet cat!

"as the tip of his finger touched my skin, my heart skipped." Yeeeesssss... Feel the thirst flow through you... 3:)

Are we gonna get a thirsty Western uniform pan, now? :P

"I tried facing him directly, but for some reason my heart was thudding in my chest..." :O Oh my! I cannot think of a possible explanation! You should get that checked out! >:P

"you find me sexy right now, don't you?" AH-HAH! >:D Caught red handed!

Ugh, can't believe he tricked me into saying he looks good. >:(

UGH. Doctor Matsumoto still needs to perform a final exam on Okita?! Just let him go already X_X

Wow, has Okita been seething against Hijikata this whole time? That... Can't be healthy -_-

"Okita had the tendency to act rashly and avoid looking at the bigger picture, particularly when Hijikata was involved." No shit. He's going to be such a handful X_X

"You're coming, right?" Of course. I'm not just going to sit around here while everyone I care about gets killed O_O besides, you need my nutritious and delicious blood to keep you nice and healthy ^_^

"she can't keep her eyes off me for long enough, to the point where she'll follow me wherever I go" Yeah, because that's how you win at this game >:P

"Aw, is that some blushing I see? It's the truth." Yup.

"Well, yeah," SHE ADMITTED IT!!! 8D

"So, Yukimura. It appears you have some feelings for Okita, is this true?" OH, FRICKING GREAT!!! NOW I'M BEING INTERROGATED BY MY DAD'S EX- COLLEAGUE ABOUT MY LOVE LIFE X_X IF THE GROUND COULD SWALLOW ME NOW, THAT'D BE GREAT! OKITA IS SUCH A DICK XD

OKITA. STOP.

Doctor, why you gotta be so serious? O:

"Criminy..." Uh... Is that a real word?...

Omg, it is a real word! I have never heard anyone use it but, tbf, this is the 1860s :P

Okita needs to stop saying that every decision that Kondou makes that he doesn't like is because Hijikata "coerced" him. He's a grown man. He can think for himself. Please respect his autonomy X_X This is not healthy.

Uuuuuugh. Kaoru >_< Seriously, get a life!

"I'm here to watch the Shinsengumi flail around like pathetic losers as they watch their friends die." ... KAORU, THAT DOES NOT COUNT AS A HOBBY >_<

"Looks like you made it in time for the show, though. You'll be able to witness the glorious execution of the Shinsengumi's idiot chief." Or, in other words, we arrived in time to try and rescue him >:)

"You look nice. All your little boo-boos patched up?" Uhh... There's a lot to unpack here...

"Okita reveled in the vicious display, allowing Kaoru's blood to shower him as he swung repeatedly at the Demon." O_O Umm... Okita? Maybe CHILL THE FUCK OUT. O_O HE IS MY BROTHER, YOU KNOW?!

Aaaand, seemingly Kaoru's going to milk that fact... -_-

Did he... Stab me in the mouth?!?? What am I looking at here? X_X

Also, why doesn't he just activate his demon form!?!

Wait, is he feeding me the Ochimizu?!

Kaoru says that the water of life will eat away at Okita's body faster than if he'd just succumbed to TB but that's clearly not true if he's living long enough to see the end of the Shinsengumi. Plus, a short life of action is better than spending the rest of your days fading away in a sickbed.

"Okita comforted me with the soft tickle of his hands as they wiped away each tear with a warm touch." :3 Pretty darn wholesome! I will concede this point!

"you're a sweetheart." :3 Thank.

"You're a good girl" And am I supposed to wag my tail at that? X_X

"I... I am in love with Okita." O: Damn, that'll go straight to his head X_X

"more than anything or anyone" not that that's saying much :P Sorry, romantic moment, must resist shit talking urges!

"I believed that if I died, no one would give a shit." </3 O: )': DX Neveeeeeerrrrr!!!!

I prescribe HUG INJECTION >:(

"You look like shit" -_- Way to kill the mood.

"Here, come closer." :D Okay, I forgive you! <3

Oh, he played the uno reverse card on my hug plan :O

"How could I keep myself calm when the man I loved held me delicately in his arms?" BIG. MOOD.

Awe, he didn't kill Kaoru because "my heart knew it didn't want you to hate me..." <3 <3 <3 >.<

"My heart melted." SAME.

Chapter 2:

Damn, we're only on Chapter 2 and things are already getting pretty fluffy...

"Do you want me to sleep next to you?" DO IT. XD I dare you :P

"I wonder if Okita thought of me as nothing more than a silk kimono and a warming stone, as if that was all I could offer..." Girl, come on! Don't sell him short like this! Oh, and tell me more about what you want to offer him 3:)

Well, it looks like blood is the answer, for now O_O

"Y-You're not gonna offer me a-any blood today? Trying to play hard to get?" -_-

"his warm mouth drew my blood into his full, tender lips." X_X Sounds like someone needs a cold shower...

"I'm a diseased freak with no hope for the future." D: Don't say that! Everybody dies eventually! You still have strength to achieve the things you want and we can still be happy together! :'(

"I will be by your side, Okita... No matter what." YUS >:)

SEN!!! <3

"Would it have killed you to at least write us a letter?" O: I'm sorry! X_X

Ha. Bold of you to assume that Kodo's continued research might be in your favour.

"Kondou has surrendered to the Imperial Army." O_O OH FUCK.

And of course Okita is blaming Hijikata X_X

"You are making assumptions, most of which are uninformed" Yeah, you tell him, Sen-bae!

I still don't see why we can't at least try to rescue Kondou >:( Are we just supposed to sit tight and wait for him to be executed?!??

" I'm sure that Kondou would be very unhappy to hear his life was saved at the cost of Okita's." >:( And I'm sure that he would be even more unhappy to hear that Okita spent the rest of his days confined to his bed, in misery and anguish. >:(

The dream was pretty wholesome :'o

I guess protecting the things that are important to Kondou, like his legacy, is more important than protecting Kondou himself. Kondou entrusted his legacy to Okita, and so his efforts might be better spent elsewhere, rather than on rescuing Kondou. :'( That's up to him, though.

HUG ALERT!!! 8D

"No matter how many times he touched me, I couldn't have imagined ever tiring of the sensation..." XD The thirst is real!

"Y'know, ever since you came into my life, I've always given you a hard time..." WHERE IS THE LIE?

These two assholes in each other's arms, like "Welp, I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of telling you that I love you so we're just going to continue this totally not heterosexual hug right now and stfu."

:D I am happy to see Hijikata! However, I know someone who may feel differently -_-

"Would you like me to wake him." O_O Nooooot a good idea, Chizuru!

"Without me to blame, I doubt he'll have anything to motivate him, and I'm worried he'll lose the will to live." :O Hijikata, that's kind of sweet in a fucked up kind of way but you underestimate the power of LOVE >:)

THIS HAD BETTER NOT BE FUCKING KAORU AGAIN!!!

:O Kazama and Amagiri?! I was beginning to think that Kazama had lost interest in me. Or, at least, hoped he had.

"This evening... Isami Kondou was beheaded." I just gasped out loud! Kondou, no! D':

OMG, IS CHIZURU TRANSFORMING INTO A BADASS DEMON?! 8D 8D 8D

"A woman who has sullied herself with the water of life is unworthy of my love. Consider this over." ... IF I KNEW THAT THAT WAS ALL IT TOOK, I WOULD HAVE DRANK THAT FUCKING CONCOCTION YEARS AGO >_<

"You are dead to me." GOOD.

Awe, Okita! :'(

NOW I'M CRYING, TOO D'X Damn this game DX

Chapter 3:

Chasing down the Shinsengumi >:) ... Again! If this is anything like Kazama's route, this is going to be depressing af...

We're like two fuzzy wood creatures, going from cozy spot to cozy spot to snooze in during the day :')

"Be a good girl," >_< Staaaaaahhhp!!!

"They went thattaway!" XD I know that this situation is pretty dire but that sentence makes me chuckle!

"Fight...? You?" Ye bitch! >:) I got me my ochimizu powers now!

"How dare you, you bastard!" UM. YOU ATTACKED US!!! WE WERE TRYING TO HAVE A NAP!

*Slash, slash, squelch, splat* X_X

"Ahahaha! You're just helpless pigs!" -_- Uh, Okita? Calm the fuck down, k? You're starting to sound like Kazama!

"his sadistic display of sword mastery." Yup, they be the right words -_-

Ugh, I got shot. Probably shouldn't have been standing around doing NOTHING X_X

D: I killed a guy! GUYS, CHIZURU JUST STABBED SOMEONE IN THE HEART, COME AND SEE!!! :')

"Chizuru, you're trying to hard." *Hides guide* I don't know what you could possibly mean :) :) :)

:O a kunai?! Could it be... my boy YAM?!

YAM!!! :'D

"I just assumed you died or something." Okita is the queen of tact, as always :')

Wait, Yamazaki, don't stay behind on your own O':

NOOOOOOOOO O_O

YAMAZAKIIIIIIII!!!!

OMG HE'S OKAY!!! 8'D 8'D

"I... Cannot afford to die yet..." Doesn't stop you in most routes, though, does it? X_X

"This doesn't look good..." Oh no! Is he going to succumb to his injuries off screen?! D': Classic Yamazaki D,X

"You've been spying on us for days, and I didn't even notice." :') That's our Yam boy!

Aw, Okita gave Yamazaki the thank you!

I reeeeeaaally don't think that Kondou would want Okita to murder Hijikata X_X

"I am going to be late, but I promise to return." YOU HAD BETTER. >:( DON'T DIE, YAMAZAKI!

Owl <3 Hoot hoot to you too, my friend!

Don't kill Hijikata, you dumbass. -_-

"A penchant for violence" X_X That's Okita all right!

It would be funny if he were drinking from Chizuru's foot, instead... Just, something about the way he's holding her hand invites that image XD

FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!! WHY DOES A BATTLE HAVE TO ERUPT EVERYWHERE WE GO!?!

"Okita grabbed my hand" 8D < Happy Chizuru!

Wait... I'M GETTING BLOODLUST?!? MONSTER CHIZURU IS UNLEASHED >:)

Oh, I guess not. Kinda disappointed, tbh XD

Ugh, can we just catch up to Hijikata already? Let's get this over with.

Wait, his sister was "wedded off to some deadbeat"!?! I wonder how old she was... :/

"I was bullied and given shit all the time." :'(

The CG of Okita giving Hijikata the evils is BEAUTIFUL! X'D

"He was a rich snob" somehow, I doubt that...

Wow, Okita really is seething with passionate jealousy for Hijikata... Even though Kondou gave him the sword X_X

I feel like Kondou's relationship with Hijikata is different enough than Okita and Kondou's that Okita's intense jealousy seems a bit much...

It sort of feels kind of like a kid being jealous of their dad's new girlfriend X_X

MORE HUGS >:D

"Before I knew it, you slithered your way into my heart..." That's a pretty weird but also adorable thing to say X'D SLITHER SLITHER

"And you know just what to say," I KNOW, UNCANNY, RIGHT :) :) :) *hides guide*

"We couldn't help but succumb to the hypnotic lull of our passionate embrace." XD Does this mean a fade-to-black is coming :P

I love that their following Hijikata tracks like they're hunting the wild Hijikata beast XD

Is he all alone?

Oh, he has a bodyguard XD

Really inappropriate time to mention this but this route makes Hijikata seem more attractive to me than before XD Maybe it's because of the contrast with Okita's sadistic, violent, volatile side... Maybe it's because he seems more vulnerable when being berated by Okita, idk XD Leave Hijikata alone, Okita!

"You could have saved him!" But Hijikata has RESPONSIBILITIES. He can't just abandon his men and their cause to save Kondou, even if he wanted to :'(

"I COULDN'T!!!" Yeah, you tell him, Hijikata >:(

OKITA, DON'T PUNCH HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE!!! I mean, uh... XD

Wait, we're not going with the Shinsengumi?! O_e

"Hijikata's a real dumbass, don't you think?" -_- .......NO!

Kondou reading to tiny Okita = mega cuteness!

"If I never met Kondou, there's no doubt in my mind that I'd be waaaaay more cuckoo than I am now." And nobody, NOBODY WANTS TO SEE THAT O_O

"You and Kondou are pretty similar" Obviously, that's a compliment and I'm super flattered but I reeeeeaaally hope that this relationship isn't just because Chizuru reminds him of Kondou XP

"My heart suddenly melted in my chest." What, again!?! Chizuru's heart had been through A LOT during this route -_-

"To be fair, it was a little strange of Okita to compare a woman he loved to a man he viewed as a father..." <<< See?! :P

Skipping off, hand in hand :')

Chapter 4:

Aw, tiny Chizuru sadness flashback </3

It's unthinkably awful, what happened to the village, but revenge =/= genocide.

Chizuru, y u lie? -_-

"There were men who took pleasure from their evil deeds." And demons, too... And Okita, to an extent XD

Ugh, I bet Kaoru's gonna sneak up on me while Okita's gone and be all, "Yeeeeesssss.... Give in to your anger... Feel the hate flow through you..." Fucking annoying hate goblin child.

OH, LOOK WHO IT IS!!!

"You're a real bitch, you know that?" Oh, I'M A BITCH??!! Sure thing, tiny asshole. -_-

"At long last, we can come together. We can be the siblings were born to be." ... Happy and free from the burdens of hate and bitterness? O_O

"We are going to massacre the evil forces conspiring within this country, for the good of our people." ... What people? The dead ones? Yeah, I'm sure they'll be reeeeeeaaal grateful from their graves. Sounds like you just want an excuse to torment some humans, you sadistic piece of shit -_-

"Suddenly, I craved blood..." OH HO!

"I... I craved Okita's blood..." 'Sonly fair >:P

"my entire body screamed to tear Okita limb from limb." 8O Yikes.

I... Kinda want to know what happens if I give in to the bloodlust... 😏

Buuuuut I gotta endure it. Damn.

Oh, it's cold up North, is it? ;P What can we possibly do to stay warm in bed?

PENGUIN HUDDLE is hopefully the answer.

<3 :D Looking up at the stars together!

"I want to make your wishes come true. All of them..." :D Okita is every girl's dream sexy murder genie :)

""If you still plan on walking away from me and everything you have..." Okita reached his hand to me kindly." :) :) :)

"Then, I will kill you " FFS XD THIS BITCH!!!

I bet we're gonna kiss now or something. Damn that sexy murder genie X_X

Oh, no kissing, just crying XD That's... Actually more appropriate, even if they are happy tears :')

O WAIT, "I grabbed ahold of him madly" ...

SMOOCHY SMOOCHY >:)

"For once in my life, I felt whole," Awe </3 "the thought of which nearly brought my tears." BITCH, UR ALREADY CRYING XD

"each breath between our zealous smacking grew more strained and sensuous." O_e ... Uh, what did I just read? XD XD XD

"now that Kondou's gone... I only have one reason to fight." Uh... I have a feeling that it's a Chizuru reason... He really needs to find his own motivations, instead of just attaching himself to the causes of people who give him attention. Okay, that was a bit harsh. X_X I'm sorry, Okita!

"How about another kiss, huh?" "B-but, um... W-we just kissed..." ... SO!?! GIRL, YOU KNOW YOU'RE HOT FOR HIM!

"I'm askin' you if you'll have me or not." ... When he says "have", does he mean . . .

"Well, I think there's a time and place for everything." ... Damn. Is this game suggesting that if I say yes, I'm a slut and he'll think less of me? XP BOOOOOOO!

"Watching you squirm like that makes me want to play with you even more." XD As I predicted: Big Dom Energy!

"As long as I will live, I will crave your touch..." *Munches popcorn* Just screw, damn it!

"Our plump lips smeared against one another, and he pulled at a fistful of my hair, drawing me deeper into him as he bit forcefully into my lower lip." :O ... Kinky! >:P I totally called it XD

"I do not mind putting up with anything you might do to me, Okita." How... Romantic?? O_e Just admit that you're horny, Chizuru! There's no shame, I swear!

"I bet when I'm gone, you'll sob like a baby." :'O YES. OBVIOUSLY. >:'(

"Okita spooned me," Classic XD

Ew, Kodo.

"You look pale. Please do not tell me that you have been refusing to drink blood." XD Thanks for your concern...

Bless Okita for offering himself as an all-you-can-eat buffet X_X

"If I were to commit to this relationship, then it meant I needed to separate myself from my family." DRAMAAAA! :D *Pulls out another bag of popcorn*

"I have no desire to carve a life that comes at the expense of hurting others." PREACH B)

#hakuoki #hakuouki #okita #okita souji #edo blossoms #LONG #SALT #otome adventures #SO MANY WORDS #I DIDN'T KNOW THAT TUMBLR HAD A WORD LIMIT BUT I GUESS I FOUND IT #Tune in for part 4 #i have an addiction

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⚜ ; [ BOTW / OTHERWORLDS.2 ] WORLDBUILDING │ VERSE

Honestly, i was trying to write a reply for @wildshero & then i thought maybe.... i should let people know a few things about Twilight Princess Link in the setting of Breath of the Wild. I feel like it would just be better for people to know a bit more about the verse since it’s actually one or my more favourite verses imo. but first allow me to refresh everybody on what i have for the verse.

let it be know that i will differentiate between the links for the rest of the post as the following: Wild = BOTW Link Twilight = TP Link

NAME: Twilight, Wolfie SPECIES: wolf HEIGHT: 4’3” ‘ IS A LITTLE SHIT ’ Summoned as a wolf by Wild Child. He has to deal with his antics without rest or until he is returned back to his home world. Until then, the Link of this world must deal with the Cheeky Hero-Beast. Nobody said he had to play nice.

Another tidbit, i will always, ALWAYS RP Twilight in a post, TP state when he is in BOTW. Meaning that he already accomplished his role as the saviour of hyrule & things are at a somewhat normal state for everybody. he is currently looking for ways to look for midna & often times runs into random ‘twilight portals’ that are still in his world. these portals are like the normal portals you use in TP, however these are a bit different because they react when 2 things happen. 1: when twilight’s twili shard is nearby & 2: something ‘else’ happens that causes the portal to activate. that something else -- for BOTW purposes -- is when Wild uses the sheikah slate. consider these portals though more like random rifts in twilight’s world. sometimes he can’t even see them.

one this is for certain though: when he teleports -- only his body is taken. his master sword of his world is not taken with him. so the chances of him turning back into a human are very slim UNLESS he touches or tries to hold the master sword in wild’s world. Also another thing: twili magic works very differently in wild’s world. sometimes twilight -- if he wants to stay close to wild, is able to WILL himself to teleport to wild. but if he stays too far from wild for an extended period of time, he will be teleported back to his own world. he legit cannot stay alone in the wild’s world because it’s not his world. the thing that is keeping him there is the sheikah slate. so obviously if he’s not around it for a long time then he will naturally go home.

anyway, everything else will be under a read more because it talks about twilight’s relationship with wild & so on.

Honestly though, THIS POST made me really think about how Twilight would consider Wild as. if Wild was just a child to him, or if he considered him more as an equal. I feel like it would be the former tbh. THIS OTHER POST kind of proves a bit into that theory as well. Twilight obviously knows a lot more than Wild does & not just because Wild lost his memory.

Wild, in many ways, is still ‘young’ in the aspect that he hasn’t taken down ganon like how Twilight has. Twilight has fought many things, took down the Demon King himself, & lost a beloved friend while also losing part of his humanity as well. he’s only in his early 20s & he suffers from survivor’s guilt and its trying to mend a broken/betrayed heart.

am i ignoring that wild has amnesia? no. i am not. wild himself has gone through hardships, i will not lie about that. he almost lost to ganon. the other champions have all died. & zelda is keeping ganon at bay. but he doesn’t know what it is like to have fufilled the prophecy in his world. at least not like how twilight has.

I brought it up in another post about it, but essentially twilight feels empty after the defeat of ganon. not only that, but he also feels used. now that ganon is gone, he.... doesn’t know what to do with himself. & his friend destroyed the only known why to visit her. so yes, he... feels shattered. his heart weighs so heavy because after such a long journey, he can’t just move on. it’s like everything was stripped from him & he’s back to ‘just being plain old link: ranch hand of ordon village.

so yea, wild IS a child compared to twilight. his antics are all over the place -- wild is incredibly fickle. he feels like he’s dealing with the ordon children all over again. yet at the same time its just like the ordon children. he wants to help wild. he wants to protect him. in a way, he wants to prevent wild from having the same fate as him. yes he KNOWS what it feels like to be empty. wild is not empty, just because he doesn’t have any memories doesn’t mean that he is empty. wild is just lost. twilight wants to help him, & yet he doesn’t want to rush anything.

there was a post that discussed the personality of wild but i can’t find it. but it has to deal with the japanese version. ( another reason why i hate the english translations ) in the japanese versions, all the entries in the sheikah slate are LINK’S entries. its like link is keeping a diary to HELP him remember. so in wild’s case with twilight, its THE SAME THING.

the problem is that the more he remembers, the most intense they are. mainly because pieces of the memories are now wielding together. they aren’t just random fragments. the puzzles pieces are now fitting together. but you try to remember everything too fast? it can be incredibly devastating & more harmful than helpful. twilight recognises this. he knows this because lanaryu did that to him when he was given the vision. it can be harmful to one’s mental health especially if you aren’t prepared. it can lead you down a dark path & you can end up doubting yourself.

so if wild is rushing in trying to remember everything, it can hurt him. it could make him more reckless because he is simply more determined to win. just imagine this: somebody lashes out in anger after finding something out. you aren’t thinking, you are acting out on anger -- on emotion. it’s the worst thing to do especially in war. you HAVE to be calculating, especially with ganon. you cannot fight ganon with anger & pain. GANON IS THE EPITOME of those emotions. you will only be predictable & naturally, fighting anger with anger doesn’t work out. link will die because ganon is stronger than link mentally in this aspect. wild cannot go in blindly: he doens’t have zelda this time to give him another chance.

& yes, twilight KNOWS all of this. you are the only one who knows you the best. for twilight, he knows wild in a sense that wild is another incarnation of himself. twilight has also met the hero’s shade as well to know that there are several things that always get reborn with the hero of courage. one is that every link is reckless in some way, shape, or form. they have to be! they are the hero of courage; fear is not supposed to be in their blood. i say fear isn’t suppose to be, but anxiety still can be. any link can still hold some sort of doubt &/or self-blame. it’s a given. they are all heroes after all. they are not perfect, & they are expected so much. but each link can take it in differently. though i digress. my main point is that every single link is reckless. ( yes, even twilight, one of the more calculating heroes of courage is also reckless, it’s in his blood )

so yea, twilight worries for wild. he should. but anyway. that doesn’t mean twilight won’t be a little asshole to wild. as much as wild has his antics, so does twilight. wild often times does some really stupid shit, so naturally twilight would too. just to annoy him. call him petty if you want, but twilight is just a tired boy.

please let it be known that while twilgiht is an asshole sometimes, he is VERY protective of wild! he would consider him a best friend ( eventually ) and a companion! Wild does, in fact, fill the voidness in twilight's heart, and while he may be annoyed with him 80% of the time, he still cares for him. a lot.

uh.... some other things to consider too. twilight would not hesitate to pick up the master sword if wild is severely injured. while he may transform back as a human, he still is a swordsman at heart, and if he’s canine body cannot defend wild, then so be it, twilight would transform to his normal state & risk his life for wild. he will always be better & stronger with a sword than his beast form anyway.

while twilight calls wild ‘link’, wild does actually call him twilight! or twi for short. wild gave him the nickname for a few reasons.

1: his fur & the patterns in it. twilight’s fur is not just one brown, its a mix of brown that kinda resembles that mix of yellow-orange found literally at dusk/twilight. 2: twilight is actually most solemn & quiet at the twilight hours. wild can tell that he’s a bit distance during this time as if he’s thinking about something or rather, something is on his mind. 3: the twili magic that causes him to warp is obiously very twilight-esque. aside from the legends passed down, wild would most likley recognise this as twilight magic -- especially when they find midna’s helmet. because it only confirms that the legends are true: that twilight magic exists & that twilight has something to deal with it. 4: the sheikah slate actually registers twilight as twilight instead of link -- even if he were to be in his human form, the piece of technology considers him as that. besides, if twilight were to ever transform ( mind you he probably wouldn’t unless forced to ), twilight would say that his name is twilight.

does wild know that twilight is him but from another time? honestly, i don’t know.it’s up for debate. i probably could go either way to by honest, but i think my natural instinct is to say that no, wild does not realise that twilight is him but from another time. but that’s my 2 cents on the subject.

also: other names wild calls twilight is puppers, bud, & wolf/wolfie. twilight PREFERS twilight though, he feels a bit sentimental and happy when he’s called that. & it is ABSOLUTELY noticeable cause twilight will wag his tail when he is called twilight. don’t judge him.

more to come when i think of anything else.

#headcanon tag.#botw verse tag.#[ honestly though ]#[ i love talking about meta ]#[ anyway ]#[ you know the usual ]#[ ask for perms if you wanna use etc etc etc. ]

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