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#i just cant focus enough to finish an idea

icewindandboringhorror · 1 year

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Daily Log 7

Trying out (probably just temporarily) making short daily-ish notes about things, in an attempt to see if it helps me be more reflective or productive lol.

Activities: Finished all of the little things I carved out of avocado pits, will maybe post pictures at some point? I painted some sections (like for the eye I carved, I made part of it white for contrast, etc.) and then generally glazed them with some shiny paint stuff. Now I really wish I had more avocado pits, I was unsure at first, but I have some new ideas.. I want to try inlaying stones like I've seen in some pictures, similar to the same ones I use for eyes in my sculptures. >:3 (random google image example of the stones inside, like this sort of thing V)

Low effort/small house cleaning tasks, did a few dishes, put up laundry, organized things, put up the recycling, paid bills, etc.

Still extremely sleepy and unfocused, it was hot last night and the cats woke me up multiple times so I only got a few hours of sleep and barely had any energy to do anything and also had a headache and back pain a lot of the day. ToT

Finally made an appointment I was supposed to make like 4 days ago lol..

Gave wet food to the cats (this is an ordeal because George eats way faster than Noodle, so I have to separate them and stand guard so George doesn't vacuum his up immediately then run over and try to eat all of his brothers food.. evil boy must be watched to prevent his crimes )

Edited videos for like.. 15 minutes but still have not been very productive on that front (or editing costume photos or anything) due to shoulder pain and stuff making it hard to type/use mouse much on the computer. grrbbb >:V

Spent 10 minutes looking up a weird pendant I had in my rock collection area and found out it's an old piece of costume jewelry from the 60s(?) and could be worth like $200 potentially, which is cool. I'm not sure if I'll sell it though because I do think it's quite unique and good for a prop when making wizard character inventories, etc, and I'd never be able to find anything like it again (it's this one below.. it's very weird.. looks like something a mage would have lol)

Translated the tapestry text for 5 minutes, and got out some tubs of clothes to start organizing them to sell outfits and stuff online, but then felt ill and had to go lay down so now the tubs are just sitting out on the floor ghgh..

Notable sights: It rained a bit and the sky was very pretty at one point. Didn't get to go outside today due to schedule/low energy, so no clovers or anything. Saw a fat squirrel out the window once though. Also when I was looking through my "rock collection" (which also includes marbles, dice, pieces of glass, stones, gems, rubber balls, seashells, smooth wood, jewelry scraps, etc. ggh.. really more "shiny things collection" but it's mostly rocks, so) for interesting stones to possibly put into avocado pits in the future, I saw a lot of pretty rocks I hadn't thought about in a while, so that was nice.

Goals moving forward: Focus on social activities, finding new friends in the places I want to move, communicating with ones I have. Physical therapy exercises. Finish and upload videos, edit costume pictures & etc. Do the new costumes I've planned. MAKE SCULPTURES at some point, I miss them.

Notable foods: Nothing really.. but it's an asparagus day tomorrow I think so.. >:)c hehehehe... Oh, I did try a bite of corn, which I really really love corn but am not supposed to have it on my diet. The miniscule morsel was sufficiently cherished. Still craving hearty stuff despite resuming my iron supplements lol..

#just posting these publicly since it feels more like I'm doing something or easier to hold yourself accountable if you make public #declarations of goals and progress or etc. .. perhaps.. for now #just want to do worldbuilding I want to work on the language I want to do these sorts of things #furstrating to just walk around in a haze all day unable to focus on mental tasks like that #One of the most important things in my entire life actually is being able to think about little elves and magic and etc.#annoying to have multiple days in a row where I make very little progress on that aside from thinking of a few little story #ideas or something here and there. I should have had the text translated already and finished the worldbuilding slideshow #already and made a game set in my world already and so on and so forth.. grr #There's another upcoming heatwave again and summer is soon so I think it will only get worsw #the more often I feel warm and sick or cant sleep due to the temperature etc.#But I am trying to catch up somehow.. a little.. lol #I think it's very common to feel like you're not making enough progress in life on the things that matter the most to you #especially during capitalism and with low income and mental/physical health issues and during a still ongoing pandemic #threat and etc. etc. etc. like.. Logically I get it and I know it's not something to be too worked up over because that's just how #probably half of the population feels at all times especially people who are in similar situations to me #but still.. my brain is like Yes i know the facts of the situation No i do not care #if someone else came to me like 'ough Im feeling so unproductive for xyz reason' I'd reassure them and talk about how #it's situational and a lot of people feel that way and it's the system we live in and blah blah #but when it's ME it's like.. No.. This Situation Is Different Of Course. Surely It Is Much More Terrible #If You Haven't Finished Your Entire ToDo List By The End Of The Week Then The World Will Explode #ANYWAY..#daily log

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mushies-stories · 8 months

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Naruto boys

The first time cockwarming them

Naruto, Shikamaru, Gaara, Kankuro X GNReader

Warnings: SMUT 18+! cock waming, pet names, no use of Y/N

The first time Cock warming them

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Naruto Uzumaki: sweet and loving S/O

Naruto wouldn't have thought of the idea himself but you, after a night out with some friends and while gossiping, you were introduced to a new idea. So a few nights later while naruto was late coming home you went to seek him out, not wanting to fall asleep without him.

You walked into his office late at night, the room lit only by the desk lamp. He was hunched over his paperwork, eyes tired but face smoothing when he sees it's you. He gives you an apologetic look as you approach his chair. “Sorry sweety, late night. I promise I'll be home soon.” he said.

You shook your head and smiled sweetly, you slid your pants and underwear down and kicked them aside. You brought a leg to slide across his lap so you could straddle him. “No need, ill by just a second.” you as you undid his pants and slid your hand into his boxers and slowly started to pump his cock tell you felt it begin to harden.

His body tensed as he watched you. “Baby, wait a minute I gotta finish these papers.” he said.

You leaned down and kissed his jaw. “I know.” you said, finally pulling him out so his cock could stand erect. You adjust to you hovering over him with the tip pressed against your entrance and slowly sank down.

You both let out gaspy moans as he filled your tight hole. When his cock was fully nestled in you he let out a shaky breath. “So tight, how am I supposed to focus?” he chuckled, feeling your walls flutter around him.

You yawned and leaned into his chest. Closing your eyes you snuggle into him. “I'll relax in a moment.” you said with content sigh. “Take your time.” you whispered, already dozing off into his warm heat surrounding you.

He smiled down at you as you were breathing steadily and you finally relaxed around him. In all honesty it took him longer to get his work done, having to take a few breaks to just feel you pulse around him. You got a nice nap in until he was finally done, and finally ready to fuck you properly.

Shikamaru Nara: bratty and needy S/O

He was trying to nap, laying on back with one arm behind his head and the other resting on his stomach when you creeped into the room. You hadn't gotten to spend much time together lately and you were starting to feel lonely. He heard you approaching and opened one eye to look up at you as you stood above him. “Shikamaru, you've been busy all week.” you said with a pout.

He hummed and closed his eyes again. “Just a little nap.” He said.

You huffed and went to straddle his lap, he didn't even react. You leaned over his body, pressing yourself against him and littering gentle kisses to his neck and jawline. He sighs and opens his eyes, narrowing them down at you. “Cant even wait thirty minutes?” he said with a yawn.

You shook your head and sucked the skin below his ear while grinding down against his now semi-hard cock. “I’ve been waiting, I cant anymore Shika.” you whined.

He let out a soft sigh and rolled his eyes. “Aright alright, take your pants off brat.” he said.

You complied and stood to take your pants and underwear off while Shikamaru shimmed his pants down enough to let his cock spring free. You smiled and went back to stadling him, looking down at him with a happy smile. He chuckled and nodded his head once. “Go on.” He said.

You wasted no time in lining up with your entrance and sliding the tip in with a content sigh. Your eyes closed as you slowly sank down on him. Before you could bring yourself back up him his hands were on your hips, slamming you down so his cock was filling you completely. “Shika!” you whined at the sudden harsh movement.

He just smirked and brought a hand up to the back of your neck and pulled you down to lay your head on his chest. “Nap first, then ill fuck you how you want.” he stated, holding you firm and close. Both hands came to wrap around your back as you sank into him with a drafted grumble.

He might be a brat himself, but he kept his word and when he woke to find you fast sleep on his chest he couldn't help but hold you sweety against him as his cock slowly started to fuck you awake.

Gaara: sweet and loving S/O

It was early, much earlier than anyone else would be awake and gaara was sitting in his office, head leaned back and eyes closed. He looked tired and really you couldn't tell if he ever even came to bed since he had a tendency to sneak in late, normally after you fell asleep.

He didn’t notice you standing in the doorway until he heard the click of it shutting and saw you walking over to him with a small smile and tired eyes. “Been here all night?” you ask, coming to stand next to his chair and immediately he pulls you between his legs and hugs your waist so his face is hidden in the fabric of your shirt.

He nods. “There was just so much paperwork and planning.” he mumbles against you.

Your hands rake through his hair. “Maybe… I can help you alleviate some stress while you finish up?” you offered, voice hushed and a little uncertain. Gaara was still tricky when it came to intimacy and you didn't want to push him. So you thought you'd at least offer. He looked up at you, waiting to hear what you had to offer. “Sit back for a moment, okay?” you said and he complied, leaning back so you had room to undress your lower half.

“Darling…” it almost sounded like a warning but even he didn't seem sure of it. You continued and moved to grab the waistband of his pants. You looked up at him with reassuring eyes and he shifted so you could guide his cock free. A small huff ame from him when you sat back in his lap and pushed the tip to your tight hole. “I have work my love.” he stated, holding your hips still above his already hard cock.

You smiled sweetly and kissed his cheek. “I know, let me help?” you said, trying your best at puppy eyes. He chuckled softly and allowed you to sink down on him. He closed his eyes briefly as he felt his cock sink into your tight hole but held his sounds in while you let out breath gasps when you felt he was fully in. Once you were comfortable in his lap you brought your arms up to wrap around his shoulders and leaned into him. “I'll be right here waiting for you to be done.” you said, kissing the side of his neck.

You waited so patiently for him to finish his work and when he was finally done he made sure to thank you.

Kankuro: sweet and needy S/O

He was working on a puppet late at night, repairing it in time for a mission coming up. You had woken in the middle of the night feeling particularly needy only to find your bed empty and your heart feeling similar. your fingers grasped for Kankuro but found nothing. You knew where he probably was and rushed down the stairs to his workshop. All you wore was his shirt and a pair of underwear as you bare feet hit the cold ground.

His head snapped up when he heard the door creek open. You stood peering your head to see where he was. you looked so sweet and tired and his heart leaped when you finally followed the dim light to his work space in the corner of the room and your eyes finally found him. “It's late.” He said.

You smiled sheepishly and stepped into the room and closed the door behind you. You padded over to stand opposite him on the other side of his work table where puppet pisces and bits were all strung about. “I know, I just… I wanted to see you.” you practically whispered.

The faint blush creeping on your cheeks told him you wanted something more than just to see him. He smiled sweetly and set the part he was working on down. “That so sweetheart? You just wanted to see me in the middle of the night?”

You looked away for a moment before looking back to Kankuro. You knew that wasn't the only reason but you didn't want to bother him while he was working. “Mhhmm” you hummed.

He nodded with a small smirk. “Would you like to help me while I work baby?” he asked.

Your eyes gleamed at his words. “Can i?”

He smiled and leaned back. Your eyes followed his movement as he slid a hand down the front of his pants and started to pump his cock as he looked at you with soft eyes. “Take those off and come here?” he asked, motioning to your pants with his free hand.

He freed his cock as he watched you discard your pants and underwear and came around to stand between his legs. He guided your hips with both hands to straddle his thighs while his cock pushed into your little hole. You whimpered softly into his neck while you clung to his chest. “sshh, relax for me.” he soothed, finally bottoming out in you. “Now, you keep me nice and warm while I work okay?” he said, picking his part and tools back up.

You let out a soft sigh and nuzzle yourself into him, perfectly content and stuffed.

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urmomschocolatemilk · 11 months

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Angst Simon x reader Old draft I finished at 2am, does it make sense? Idk not really, do I care? Also no bc I lowkey kinda love it. Alway idk rlly know how to end this so send some ideas in on how you think it should end bc I’m torn bro ALSO ig im back for now! after months...hehehe 😅

You’ve done long distance relationships, and they’re hard. Much harder than most people think them to be. But whatever you have, going with Simon is harder.

You don’t know what he does for a living, or why he leaves you for months on end, only to come for a month or two (at the most) and leave in the middle of the night. He doesn’t say goodbye, doesn’t even say hello.

One morning you’ll wake up and he’ll be there, arms wrapped around you, and his chest rising and falling steadily. And then the next morning he’ll be gone, leaving you to wake up to a cold bed and no idea of where he’s gone off to or when he’ll be back. Sometimes he’ll leave a warm breakfast in the microwave in apology, or a boquete of flowers. Other times you get nothing, and he vanishes without a trace.

Once he’s gone you don’t hear from him for months until he gets back. Until he shows up in your bed again, on a random, sunny morning. That may just be the hardest part.

You respect his need for privacy, never pushing him to tell you what he does or where he goes. If he wants to tell you he will, but sometimes you can’t help but wonder if he’s even really real or you’re just hallucinating it all. It quite literally feels like you’re dating a ghost.

But for now, you pretend like the jarring nightmares he has are normal, or the excessive amounts of scars that paint his body aren’t there. For now, you keep the bubbling curiosity you feel strapped down and tucked away.

Whatever you have with Simon isn’t too hard, not on a day-to-day basis, but sometimes it gets harder.

Some days you go through the day, every cell in your body aching to see him, hear him, smell him, touch him, and taste him. Other days it comes randomly, often before bed, as an animistic need for him with you that bubbles under your skin, trying to claw it way out, only to be satisfied by him. Those nights you go to sleep hoping - no praying - for some miracle to bring him back to you. To wake up the next morning with him at your side.

Most times your prayers go unheard. Leaving you to wake up in an empty bed again, and the need for something as simple as his presence unsatisfied.

Rarely though, are your prayers answered and you’re awoken to the sound of soft breathing next to you, and the weight of his arms around your waist and the comforting warmth that radiates from him and envelops you. Today is one of those rare days.

You watch his sleeping form, your heart swelling with gratitude and love. You shift closer to him, burying your head into his chest and inhaling deeply, trying to get enough of him to last you a century. In his arms all your worries and stress, and everything bad disappears. You can already feel it all melting away. You feel relieved. It makes you want to cry – no it does make you cry.

Simon wakes to your trembling body and silent sobs. At first, he simply shoves his face deeper into the crook of your neck with a small groan, placing gentle kiss to the skin. After a moment though, everything starts to come into focus, and he becomes aware of the quiet sound of sniffing and shaking figure in his arms. He pulls away quickly, suddenly more alert and completely awake as worry and fear course through him.

“Darling?” The pet name slips through his teeth so easily, the roughness of sleep adding to his already deep voice and for some reason it only makes you cry harder. “Darling what's wrong?” He asks worriedly. You sniff, choking on your own tears as you attempt to respond.

“I c-cant do this anymore Simon.”

He frowns, his stomach dropping at your words, “Do what?” he asks.

“This,” you emphasize, “The never knowing where you are or when you're going to come home, or if you're even going to come home in the first place!” another sob escapes you, “it's too much for me. I-I mean sometimes it's okay but other times it's just so unbearable! I just can't do it anymore.” you cry

Hes silent, unsure of what to say to comfort you. He knew this arrangement was rough on you. He’d thought he’d been protecting you by not telling you the truth about his work, but he wasn’t sure telling you now would make things any better.

His body seems to have a mind of its own and he find himself reaching for you, pulling you into his lap and easing you both down as he sushs you gently.

“I know love, I know,” he cooes, but your quieting sobs are the only response to his weak attempts of comfort that he desperately hopes hide how torn he is on what to do. He listens to your breathing as it evens out and your body relaxes against his as you drift back to sleep, but he knows he isn't getting a single wink for a while.

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dance-to-mythoughts-blog · 1 month

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Pro- Hero Todoroki x Black Fem! Secretary Reader

From Secretary to Pro Hero

Hey guys! Long time no see. Sorry. Haven't been in a writing mood as of recently. So here is something for our little icy hot friend. I went down a rabbit hole with our favorite icy hot bastard lol. I got this idea from a Todoroki imagine I read a while back about them hate fucking and this was the inspiration for it. When I find the story, Ill link it.

AGED UP CHARACTERS!

Warnings: D in P, degrading, cream pie, spiting, hardcore, backshots, mating press, dick sucking, choking, hate fucking, office sex

"Are those papers ready? Mr. Todoroki needs those ASAP for the meeting."

"Yes. They're on my desk. Grab them please"

"You cant get them? Mt. Todoroki needs them in his office ASAP" Carla, the secretary complained. Slightly rolling her eyes.

"Again, I'm working on finishing touches for the meeting that he is likely to request 5 minutes before the meeting. Please get that stack of papers of my desk and hand them to him. Advise him that his notes will be done in 2. Thank you, Carla. For actually doing your fucking job" Y/N said. Carla was upset and she rolled her eyes, huffing and puffing. Knowing her, she will more than likely exaggerate some shit. Sure, enough I get a phone call from the infamous Todoroki himself.

"Carla informed me that you were working on some last minute things. Why would u do that?"

"Because sir, you always do that? Every time you have a meeting, you decide that you want certain things to be in order, right? So, before your meetings, I prep your regular notes and then print out extra notes. Anything else? If not, I'll be there in 45 seconds goodbye" Y/N hung up the phone annoyed. Making her way to the room where the meeting was, she was in for a pleasant surprise. Hawks is your fav. hero and he is also here with Deku and Ground Zero. And nothing could've prepared you for how fine they were in person. Hawks was so damn fine. He stood tall at 6'3, with beautiful crimson wings that stood out like the sunset, golden eyes, and spiky golden blonde hair with red shades that complemented his pale yet toned skin. Showing several tattoos. Deku looked just as good. Scars covered all of Deku's body, spiky black and green hair, and big puppy dog green eyes. He had on a tank top and he had some black joggers on with a black tank and showed his back tattoos as well. Then there was the infamous Ground Zero. Spiky blonde hair, piercing beautiful Crimson eyes, tattoos, and a scar that comes from the left-side of his jawline to his left pectoral chest muscle. They all had earrings in both ears wearing street clothes because Todoroki's father called a quick meeting about a villain attack. They looked so fucking good that it hurts and had my pussy throbbing.

"Hello. Sorry to call you guys in on such a short notice, but we needed to discuss the villain attack that recently happened." Endeavor started.

"There has been a constant focus on attacks in the minority of Japan. We have to figure out a way to combat this. Otherwise, our minority citizens will not trust us to help keep them out of harms way."

You heard they just started and attempted to sneak in to not disrupt the meeting but that was unsuccessful. Forgetting that this meeting room had a squeaky door and you're black so you kind of can't go unnoticed until Endeavor called you out. Now all eyes are on you.

"Y/n, what is your opinion on the issue? We know you're a minority and we want to hear from your perspective of things. I know you were sitting out there listening to the briefing like you always do"

Well shit. Now all eyes are on you and this is your chance to make a name for yourself and actually be useful for once instead of just handling papers n shit all day.

"Well, I think the first thing is to figure out why they're targeting black people. Once you guys figure that out, then you can move forward with trying to make it up to your supporters. After all, you guys were sworn in to protect just like the police and y'all work with them correct?" All eyes were on you. Even the heterochromatic eyes from the infamous Todoroki were staring at you intrigued. You can't even lie, Todoroki looks good just like the other heroes. He had on a white T-shirt with some black joggers and some Nike slides. The shirt was tight enough to see his muscles.

"It would be crucial to make sure that you dont leave your black citizens out because they need you just like the other citizens do as well. Oh, Here are your notes on the matter and Carla gave you the papers from my desk. Does anyone need anything while I am here? Sorry to interrupt."

"Do you have a quirk?" Deku asked?

"What the fuck do you need to know if she has a quirk for nerd?" Ground Zero said.

"I agree" Todoroki mentioned. "What is the purpose of her quirk being known? If she has one."

"Well, I do have one. It's similar to telekinesis. When I just do it, my body produces a dark blue aurora around my body, and my eyes turn dark blue. I have Sai swords, a staff, and fans that I use similar to Mileena, Jade, and Kitana from Mortal Kombat. Idk how, but this blue aurora can also help heal the injured too."

After I explained my quirk, they got so off-topic that they kept staring at me. I left and heard them asking Todoroki how come he hired me as a secretary and not a sidekick. They finished their meeting, and I was in my office packing up. Today was only a half day, so we could wear casual clothes. The heroes were not in today because they had press, they were doing while we stayed behind to make sure they were not double booked and doing sectorial things. As usual, I was the last one to leave even tho it was a half day at the office. As I was gathering my things and cleaning up, I heard my door open and close. Who did I see to my surprise? Our favorite Icy hot bastard. Looking slightly annoyed.

"What the fuck was that?" he asked

"Have you ever heard of knocking? That's number 1. For 2, what the fuck you mean? Deku asked me a question and I answered it. Was I supposed to lie to the man?"

"Because now they voted to have you come for this mission. They found the hide-out and they think you'd be a good asset. Your quirk intrigued them for some reason. Did you do this to spite me?!"

"TO SPITE YOU? YOU THINK I WANNA GO ON THIS MISSION?! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT THIS UNTIL YOU SAID SOMETHING YOU CUNT. SO HOW IS THIS MY FAULT? But I guess it would be good to show you up in front of daddy's baby huh?" you asked as you knew you struck a nerve. We all know Todoroki is sensitive about his family and what he's gone thru. We all know his father is extremely overprotective after what happened.

"Yes Y/N. To spite me. you have been a pain in my ass ever since you have been hired. Fuck. The only reason you are still here is because you do good work and you make the place structured."

"So, your business would crumble to shit if I was not here basically huh?" as you walked around your desk to meet him halfway..

"Fuck no. This shit can stand on its own. Don't fucking play." he said meeting you halfway as well. Before you know it. he was towering over you. He smelled good. You can give him that. He was 6'2 towering over your small 5'2 frame. I guess the shirt that you wore made him stare because you could clearly see him staring at you in a way you'd never seen.

"Suck a fucking prick. I bet you are scared huh pussy. It's ok. We're going to do the mission and then we can find you a cat after. I think a kitten is the closest thing you would ever get to some pussy huh?" you said striking another nerve. You have to admit, he is a man and most men are sexy as fuck when they're angry. He looks so fucking goood but you will not fold. your pussy has a fucking heartbeat now and it's becoming louder and louder.

"The fuck you say to me!? Y/N don't fucking play with me." he took another step closer and was all in your grill. He scoffed "I bet you can't even handle this dick if it was thrown at you. just a crybaby who can't do shit." He stood over you grabbed your throat and kissed you. He finally kissed you. You kissed him back. The kiss turned hungry as you wrapped your arms around his neck and also, he put his hands on your waist and grabbed your ass. You were so taken back that you are making out with Pro-hero Todoroki in your fucking office, and he is about to fuck your brains out soon.

"You *kiss* are *kiss* a *Kiss* good *kiss* kisser. Shit." you giggled.

"Hmmm. Much more than that princess." He smacked your ass. "I knew you had a fat ass. Always teasing me with them tight ass skirts" as he grabbed your ass again, harsher this time to where you were on your tip toes and your pussy lips spread open a little. He kissed your jaw to your neck and started sucking on it. You ran your hands down to his pants and started rubbing the clear bulge in his joggers. He felt big, even though he was clothed. He bit your neck just a little.

"shit" you moaned out. "Feels good"

"What you want baby? Are you to be finger fucked in the office like a whore? hearing him talk dirty was a treat and a complete turn on.

"Yess baby" you moaned. "finger fuck me please."

"your wish is my command" he slid his long thick fingers in and out of your wet hole. Here you are, being Shoto's good little slut like he wants you to be. He finger fucked you so good.

"Uhh Shit babbbbbyyyy....I-I" you moaned in broken moans.

"You gone cum for daddy?" he said in your ear. " cum for daddy all over his fingers" after he said that, you came everywhere. His hand was soaked up to his forearm and the area on the desk was a mess.

"Fuck that was good. Let me suck it" you begged while panting for breath.

He chuckled a deep chuckle like you knew yo ass was in trouble.

"Another time baby. I wanna fuck you so bad. Can I fuck you Y/N?" he asked lustfully.

"Yes daddy." He slid right on in. He fit like a fucking glove. He slide all the way in and bottomed out.

"Please move" you said breathlessly.

"As you wish" and he started thrusting slowly. Letting you get adjusted to his dick. Now, you talked all that shit but you sure were wrong about how his dick looked. He was big. He was long and thick with a nice vein you could feel on the top of the shaft. His tip oozed with precum because you were so fucking sexy a moaning mess under him. He started to pick up the pace.

"Fuck you feel good To- Uhh" you moaned out.

"Fuck you tight. Shit. It's Shoto from here on got it?" He hit you with a hard thrust.

"Yes daddy. Sho you feel good baby." you whined. "keep this up imma cum"

"Already? Just getting started love." He had you in missionary on the desk. Ass hanging off the table while your legs were on his shoulders and he was drilling your shit.

"Fuck *thrust* you *thrust* feel *thrust* good." he panted. "Gonna make me bust in the pussy huh baby?"

"yes cum in me," you whined desperately. "Fuck Sho I'm Cumming, Fuck!" you screamed out.

"Shi baby. Almost there. Gonna fill that pretty pussy with my seed."

His thrusts got sloppier and sloppier and he finally came.

We stood there. Trying to catch our breathes quickly.

"I got to go get ready for this mission. We leave tomorrow. Do what you need to prep Y/N" he said as he gave you a kiss. "When we get back, we can go on a proper date. Would you like that?" he asked? As he grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him for another kiss.

"I'd love to go on a date with Pro-hero Shoto." you kissed him back. "See you tomorrow solider" you winked.

"Sure will." he winked. Smacked your ass one last time and kissed you before he left. "We leave tomorrow night. Meet me here around 8:30 pm. "

After he left, you went to get ready for your mission tomorrow. Hoping that everyone remains safe. Especially him.

AN:

Here you go, everyone. Sorry I haven't been on in a min. Got the urge to write and went for it. I think I might make a part 2 as a follow-up on this. Let me know if I should.

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Loyal Knight 2

ੈ♡˳ Il Dottore x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ 8.0k words ┊ Fluff + Angst/comfort *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ Masterlist | Part 1 *ೃ༄

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HI GUYS PART 2!! i accidentally posted part 1 when i haven't finished this LMAOO but it's been like a week since i started this fic SO i just wrote it in one goso :3 no beta this time so i can make my beta reader cry like a bitch, realized that reader is kinda like, maybe yandere? idk they're both obsessed with each other anyways LMAO,, also pls dottore rqs <3... WHY DID IS THIS LONGER THAN I EXPCTED NOOOOOO FUCK!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: canon typical violence, basic dottore warnings, injuries, blood, mentions of lots of scars, experiments, and death, dottore and reader r both crazy, obsessiveness/possessiveness from both parties, dottore hits reader ONCE dw it's just to snap reader out of their shit, uhh relationship fights? LMAO idk cant have a relationship w/o errors amirite, cyro vision reader, dark humor cuz... dottore, also kinda suggestive at the end?? nothing happened, just... biting cuz its dottore LMAOO

iv. guilt

Zandik paid little heed to the Archons, celestial beings overseeing Teyvat, and the so-called 'blessings' they bestowed. His interest lay solely in their power, particularly the enigmatic artifact known as the 'Gnosis'. Apart from that, little else piqued his curiosity.

But Zandik held a particular disdain for your Vision above all others. The sight of your Vision alone was enough to sour Zandik's mood, and he preferred if you refrained from using it altogether.

It served as a constant reminder of the day he had made a grave mistake. It wasn't intentional, he hadn't meant for you to get hurt that bad. He hadn't expected it. It wasn't part of his calculations. It was his fault.

Your Vision, which you proudly wielded with joy, became a source of suffocating resentment and guilt for that day. Not that he'll admit that to you.

The sight of blood never bothered Zandik. Not one bit. Acquiring blood samples, blood dripping down his skin from his injuries, and the knowledge of blood pumping throughout his body. Yet when you lay in his arms that day, blood uncontrollably poured from the gash on your side, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dizziness wash over him.

During a routine exploration in one of the ruins you discovered, a dormant Ruin Guard unexpectedly activated and set its sights on Zandik. Despite your years of experience in combat, a ruin guard was still tiered above your capabilities.

But deep down, Zandik couldn't shake off the suspicion that the gods had shown favoritism towards you. In a miraculous turn of events, he was suddenly propelled away from the Ruin Guard's line of sight, shielded by a frigid burst of ice. The Archons had bestowed upon you the power of the Cryo Vision, recognizing your unwavering determination to protect Zandik.

With Zandik's swift actions and your valiant efforts to distract the Ruin Guard, it was eventually deactivated. However, you didn't emerge from the encounter unscathed. The new ability granted to you by your Vision proved to be uncontrollable, you had no idea how to utilize it just yet. The Ruin Guard easily overpowered you, tossing you aside as if you were nothing more than a lifeless ragdoll.

And the moment Zandik ran towards your body, barely breathing with blood soaking your clothes, he knew that he hated your Vision more than anything.

Your body was deathly cold, and Zandik couldn't tell if it was due to your Vision, or if you were already dead.

Amidst the days you spent in slumber, Zandik dedicated himself to your care. His once meticulously organized scrolls and project documentation were discarded and replaced by books on human biology, medicine, and recovery. His focus shifted to gathering various herbs and medical supplies to aid in your healing process.

Your wound was above his medical knowledge, but Zandik adamantly refused to hand you over to those who could provide immediate help. He understood the consequences you both would face if your activities were discovered. Nonetheless, he took it upon himself to do everything he could to aid in your recovery and ensure your well-being.

Zandik couldn't comprehend his own reaction to your injury. He believed it should be trivial for someone as resilient as you. If you were awake, you would scoff at the wound and dismiss it with laughter. But his emotions betrayed him, tightening his chest and filling his mind with doubts. Could he truly heal you? Would you recover completely? When did he start doubting his own abilities? After all, he was a genius, capable of restoring you to your previous state of health. Yet, the uncertainty persisted, tormenting his thoughts and weighing heavily on his heart.

His usual composed demeanor shattered in the presence of your injured form. The sight of you so vulnerable and still, coupled with the weight of his own uncertainty, caused his hands to tremble uncontrollably. Each time he whispered your name, his voice carried a mixture of fear and longing, hoping for any sign of response from you. Countless sleepless nights were spent tirelessly monitoring your vital signs, studying medical techniques, and seeking ways to aid in your recovery. The touch of his fingertips against your skin evoked a cascade of emotions within him, causing his bottom lip to quiver and his eyes to burn with unshed tears. The intensity of his feelings threatened to choke his breath, leaving him grappling with a vulnerability he had never anticipated.

In those moments when Zandik tended to your wounds, his heart clenched with a mixture of concern and fear. The touch of your cold skin sent a shiver down his spine, stirring an unsettling realization within him. Despite his intellect and knowledge, he couldn't help but question if you were still among the living. The fear that you might slip away from him haunted his thoughts, yet he couldn't bring himself to voice this deep-seated worry. Instead, he masked it with a determined focus on finding ways to restore warmth and vitality to your body, desperate to dispel the icy touch that threatened to consume you.

The surge of unfamiliar emotions within Zandik puzzled him. He had never experienced such feelings before, and it unsettled him. This vulnerability, this concern for another's well-being, was entirely new territory for him. It was a revelation that challenged his perception of himself. Zandik realized that he was capable of caring deeply for someone— you, despite his initial reluctance to acknowledge it.

Perhaps the cold has comforted you into a peaceful slumber, but it only reminded him how awful it was to feel your body so cold in comparison to his warmth.

"Hey,"

Your voice brought Zandik back to reality, and his gaze was drawn to your shirtless figure. It had been a month since the incident and a few weeks since you woke up. Standing before a mirror, you examined the new scar that adorned your body. The intensity of his stare was palpable, fixated not only on the scar but also on the Vision hanging from your waist, below the prominent mark.

"If it grosses you out that much, just tell me. No need to stare at it," You jest with faux annoyance in your tone, yet it was only met with silence from him. It was odd for Zandik to act so out of character ever since you've woken up.

The dorm was in disarray, with unwashed dishes, scattered books, and trash strewn about. You reluctantly remarked that you weren't looking forward to cleaning all of it, but to your surprise, Zandik took it upon himself to clean the mess. You expressed your gratitude and told him he didn't have to do it, considering how he had been taking care of you've since you woken up.

But he just told you to lay back on your bed and rest. To not even think about going outside your shared dorm, or lay a single finger on your sword. You were going to rest, and his words were final. Well, you weren't going to argue with that (his cooking was pretty bad though, it almost sent you back into a comatose).

Seeing how unsettled he was when you first opened your eyes, constantly checking on you and ensuring your wound was clean, you knew he was genuinely concerned. It touched your heart to see his care, and you couldn't bear to see him so down.

You took in a deep, confident breath, walked towards him, and smacked his head with your hand. Zandik let out an outraged cry, his glare that you missed so much was immediately on your smiling face. "Now now, don't be so down! I'm okay now!" Taking your sword out of its scabbard, you did a few swings and didn't feel any sort of pain at all. "You brought me back in perfect condition all thanks to your hard work and medicinal expertise! Sure, I may have gotten a scar, and I'm pretty sure you hate my Vision too,"

You blew a gust of cold wind onto his face, covering it with a thin sheet of snow. Zandik was quick to wipe it off, about to yell at you, but was cut off when you let out a lively laugh; one that he missed hearing once more in all those days you were asleep, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Instead of thinking about what happened in the ruins, just think of me! When you get cold, or see ice and snow, just think of me, and how I'll use my vision to protect you!"

Zandik silently wished you obtained the Pyro Vision instead. Then at least, it would've had warmth. The warmth that you had lacked during the days you were asleep, and the warmth that radiated from you whenever you smiled at him.

But you were content with your Cyro Vision, and so he should be too.

With a huff, he pushed your hand off his shoulder. Zandik's voice dripped with cold disdain as he uttered, "Don't be foolish. My actions were solely driven by self-interest. You're nothing more than a valuable asset to me, and I ensured your survival for my own benefit." However, a fleeting glimpse of genuine concern flashed in his eyes, betraying the facade of indifference he desperately clung to.

Your grin only widened, laughing wholeheartedly as you watched him escape, too embarrassed to stay in the same vicinity as you. "There's my Zandik." And you release a breath of relief.

The icy tendrils of his past failure and guilt were momentarily overtaken by memories of you. The sound of your laughter as you pelted him with a massive snowball, your smile when you playfully blow cool air onto his way when he complains it was too hot, and the deadly sheets of ice you conjured to aid in battle.

Somehow, the tingles he felt from your frosted fingertips were better than any warmth fire could bring.

v. realization

But the bitter chill also served as a constant reminder of the emptiness that consumed him when you weren't by his side.

A year had passed since the last he saw you.

Il Dottore remained in the dark about your whereabouts and current status. In the past, whenever you embarked on a mission, you would often find excuses to report back to him, just to have the opportunity to hear his voice, even from miles away. But now, the silence was deafening, and the absence of your updates gnawed at his heart.

You couldn't have died; Dottore was well aware of your immense strength. You were capable of battling on equal footing with Teyvat's mightiest individual, Il Capitano. Moreover, Dottore had made several modifications to your body, ensuring that death would be the least of your concerns. The notion of an enemy overpowering or eliminating you was simply inconceivable. Therefore, the only logical conclusion Dottore could come up with was that you willingly chose to depart from his side.

Il Dottore was well aware that you had left him. Your absence was palpable in the emptiness of your room, void of your presence, devoid of your clothing and your sword. It resembled the stark emptiness you met when you first arrived and were assigned your chamber within the Fatui. The tracker that you've willing injected into your skin was left on your desk, covered in dried blood.

Yes. You decided to leave him. The person who has promised to stay by his side no matter what, even if it meant venturing into the darkest recesses of the Abyss. The one who professed love for him, and whose gentle caresses would convey nothing but adoration in their eyes. You had promised nothing but loyalty, and he believed, trusted you because he knew it was genuine. You had always been truthful and obedient, never desiring to cause him any displeasure.

So why, pray tell, did you have the audacity to leave him after spending an entire century with him? Was it all in vain? Why did you choose to squander such a substantial amount of his time? Did every word that spilled out of your impudent mouth held no true meaning?

You were the one who sought him out. You willingly became an integral part of his life, unwaveringly remaining by his side and causing him both joy and turmoil. You've forcefully intertwined your life with his, so it should be his choice to leave, not yours! That's unfair of you to him.

You, claiming to be his loyal knight until your final moments, turned out to be nothing more than a falsehood. It is only now that Dottore realizes the absurdity of such a belief. You deceived him with your lies. Every promise you made was built upon a foundation of deceit. Why did you choose to betray him? Just why?

Why why why why why!?

It was unbearably cool in his personal office. The biting cold seemed to pierce through his skin, despite his body being engineered to no longer perceive temperature sensations. And yet when he walks toward his laboratory, watching the earliest versions of his segments doing their work without you in sight— he could feel his skin crawl and burn as if he was frostbitten. The sight of endless snow outside only added to the chilling atmosphere, intensifying his feelings since your departure.

"Instead of thinking about what happened in the ruins, just think of me! When you get cold, or see ice and snow, just think of me, and how I'll use my vision to protect you!"

The cold indeed reminded him of you, and in the depths of his despair, Dottore yearned for nothing than to watch his surroundings ablaze just to escape the icy pain that clawed his heart.

Dottore longs for the ability to erase your memory from his mind, desiring to rid himself of the emotions that you have stirred within him. These emotions, which he finds to be a hinderance, have tied his stomach into knots and inflicted a pain in his heart that only your absence could evoke.

Yet, deep down, Dottore couldn't shake the feeling that you wouldn't be able to stay away from him for long. Just like him, you had spent a significant portion of your lives together. You 'loved' him, after all. He was the center of your world.

Therefore, it didn't come as a surprise to Dottore when he found you standing in his chambers once again, your presence both familiar and fazing. You stood there with an air of patience, positioned by the edge of his untouched bed, as if you had been waiting for him all along.

Dottore observed you silently, noting the somber expression that etched your face, your lips pressed into a thin line. Your eyes, once vibrant with a spark, now seemed dull and devoid of their usual radiance. You kept your stare fixed on the ground, avoiding direct eye contact with him, a clear sign of guilt. A quick glance was enough for him to discern the toll your year-long disappearance had taken on you. Your hair appeared disheveled, evidence of neglect, and the presence of bags under your eyes spoke of sleepless nights. Moreover, he observed that you appeared noticeably thinner, as if the weight of your absence had physically worn you down.

As Dottore's gaze lingered upon you, he noticed a subtle tremble in the hand that rested atop the hilt of your sword. It was a nervous gesture, as if you were apprehensive about confronting him, despite having returned to the Fatui for his sake. Cold sweat trickled down your nose, evidence of the tension that filled the air. He observed as you anxiously chewed on your bottom lip, a sign of inner turmoil and unease.

Dottore scowled at your unexpected intrusion, his features contorting with displeasure. Crossing his arms, he assumed a facade of nonchalance, choosing to channel his simmering anger rather than acknowledge the concern he secretly harbored. "Well, well, look who decided to grace me with their presence again," Dottore sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. With an air of authority, he strode purposefully towards you, his steps brimming with an unspoken power. "It seems you've reappeared, after vanishing without so much as a word."

His words seemed to cause you to crumble further, evident by the way you gritted your teeth in discomfort. It took multiple attempts before you could finally open your mouth to speak, your voice strained. "Dottore, I... I didn't mean to cause you any pain. I had my reasons for leaving," you managed to say, your grip tightening on the hilt of your sword.

He recognized it as a telltale sign of your extreme unease, a habit you developed when confronted with uncomfortable situations. The realization he still remembers small habits of yours only fueled his anger, and he shot you a withering glare in response.

Dottore scoffed dismissively, rolling his eyes in a display of derision. "How bold of you to assume that your disappearance caused any pain. You were merely an inconsequential cog in the machinery of the Fatui, and your little stunt only added more irrelevant work to my already burdened table," He retorted, his tone laced with sarcasm.

The sting of his words caused you to wince, feeling the weight of his disdain. "I'm sure you had your reasons," He continued, with a roll of his eyes. "Reasons to be such an inconvenience."

"I thought... I thought it was for the best..." You whisper to yourself, but Dottore heard it loud and clear. A momentary pause ensued as he processed the ridiculousness of your admission.

Dottore's voice grew colder as he responded, his words laced with anger and hurt. "Best for whom, may I ask? Certainly not for me," He retorted sharply. "You think you can just waltz back into my life after all this time and expect everything to be as it was? Well, I assure you, it won't be."

Finally, you summoned the strength to straighten yourself, meeting Dottore's gaze with determination in your eyes. Your hands clenched into fists, revealing the intensity of your emotions. Softly, with the deepest sincerity resonating in your voice, you spoke from the depths of your heart. "No, I don't expect things to be as they were. But I... I miss you, Dottore. I miss being by your side, even if it means facing your anger."

Though, it invoked the opposite reaction you had hoped for.

Even if Dottore had begun to wear a mask, his glare pierces through the material, sending shivers down your spine. Sensing the growing intensity of his anger, you instinctively took a step back. His anger now seemed more potent than anything you had witnessed from him in the past years, intensifying the tension in the room.

"How. Dare. You." With each word, a sharp blade pierced your heart. "How dare you say that after leaving without a word? After spouting promise after promise that you'll always stay by my side?"

You swallowed down the heavy guilt as you looked away from him once more. It was getting harder not to cry in front of him.

"How dare you lie to me?" The words you once spoke, filled with promises and loyalty, were now exposed as empty falsities. The realization of being deceived gnawed at his core, deepening the resentment within him. "Making me believe your worthless vows and wasting my time? I knew you were up to no good from the moment you decided to become my 'friend'," A sarcastic laugh escaped his lips, dripping with scorn. "You liar."

As Dottore turned away from you, ready to leave, panic surged within you. Desperate to salvage the situation, you reached out towards him, "W-wait, Dottore, please! I can explain!"

"What is there to explain?" His voice carried a bitter edge, gaze hardening as he looked back at you. "Clearly, there is nothing more to clarify with your obvious betrayal." His mind had already made up its verdict, leaving little room for further explanation or justification in his eyes.

"Please, Zandik—"

"Zandik is dead!"

In a sudden burst of anger and frustration, Dottore slammed his fist against the wall, catching you off guard and silencing you instantly. The force behind his action was both startling and alarming, as Dottore had never directed such aggression towards you before. His usual demeanor consisted of light annoyance or a gentle scolding whenever you were about to make a stupid decision.

But this display was different—it spoke volumes about the depth of his hurt and anger. It was clear that he was more wounded than he was willing to admit, and the ache in your own heart mirrored his pain.

"Zandik is no more," He faced you again, this time, with his chin up. A condescending gaze set upon your anxious form, as if you were nothing but one of the mere hundreds of the Fatui soldiers that serve under his name. "There is only Il Dottore, the 2nd of the Fatui Harbingers. You are to speak with me with nothing but respect." He spat. "Do you understand?"

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Throughout your life, you had served Dottore faithfully, dedicating yourself to his cause. While he had spoken to you with a similar tone in the past, this instance felt markedly different. The force of his words seemed to carry the weight of his power, suffocating and overwhelming.

It was as if the pedestal on which you had placed him had crumbled, revealing a darker side that left you shaken to your core. A side that Dottore would've never shown you if hadn't acted rashly. At that moment, you couldn't help but empathize with the countless soldiers who had felt the brunt of his authority.

"My command over you is absolute," Dottore declared with unwavering finality, his scowl revealing the sharp edges of his teeth. "You are to leave and never return. Now." His words hung in the air like an unbreakable decree, leaving no room for negotiation or reconsideration. The power he held over you was palpable, an undeniable reminder of the hierarchy that governed your relationship.

You stood there, dumbfounded, managing with the shock of his words. It took a moment for the reality of the situation to sink in, leaving you suspended in a state of disbelief. The weight of his decision bore down on you, leaving you breathless and overwhelmed.

His hand reached for the handle of his door, "I am giving you a chance. Do not put it to waste. Leave, before the Tsaritsa herself bestow you her punishment for your betrayal."

A sudden loud thump from behind Dottore made him pause, his attention shifting to the source of the sound. He could hear your shaky breaths and faint sniffles, struggling to form the words that clung at the back of your throat.

Dottore's instinct urged him to turn away, to escape the burden of your words and the sight of your wretched state. Every fiber of his being resisted the pull to stay and listen, to confront the emotions that threatened to entangle him further. Yet, there was a flicker of hesitation within him, a battle raging in his mind between the desire to leave and the nagging curiosity that lingered. A fleeting moment of uncertainty held him in place, suspended between the need to continue with his work and the possibility of facing the depths of your anguish.

It could be more of your lies, Dottore argued to himself. He refused to be a fool once more toward you. And yet...

"I'm so sorry Dottore... I.... I-I just felt so alone..." You started, attempting to quell your tears and wiping them off with your hands. "Ever since we joined the Fatui, you've barely had the time for yourself... Sure, we're now to the point that we don't have to eat, or sleep but... It was always work— since when did we last spend time together?"

The notion of necessity echoed in his mind, provoking questions that had long been suppressed. How could this sudden discontentment emerge after a century of unwavering dedication? You had been instrumental in carrying out his missions, assisting in his projects, and even co-creating the segments alongside him. When did it all begin to matter? Dottore hardened his gaze onto the door before him, refusing to face you.

"If you were lonely, you could've spoken to the segments instead. You know how busy I am."

You let out a small, weak, humorless laugh. "Yeah, well, they're not complete, remember?"

Dottore frowned at that, "What do you mean?"

"You removed their memories of me because... Well, you said that I was distracting..." You reminded him, a sad smile on your face. "I took it as a compliment back then. Even if I tried to talk to them... They'll just ignore me and look at me as if I'm a stranger... Funny because you do the same thing..."

Ah, yes. He did do that. Right, it was the main reason why the segments were so efficient with their work. It made him realize how much you were a hindrance to his progress. A distraction that causes him to feel unwanted emotions and urges, indulging in senseless activities like you once had when you were both younger...

It annoyed him how it seemed his make his heart clench at those memories.

"I'm not suited to be your knight anymore, not when I have little use for you now." That made him turn his head to look at you, only to see you on your knees, trembling and holding back yourself from sobbing, to continue speaking before he stops listening. "I... The Fatui can give you everything you need now... You have soldiers working for you, even the segments! Sure, you send me into missions and tell me I'm still useful but..."

Your words hung into the air, your bottom lip quivered as you forced yourself to continue. "I couldn't even protect you from that." Your eyes glanced to the mask he wore, and he immediately knew what you were talking about.

His hand went underneath his mask, the feeling of the deep, jagged scars that has healed over time through his gloves disgusts him. The scar on his face was something he deeply abhorred, but he never blamed you for it.

"I promised to protect you, and yet... I let that happen..." Your voice quivered with a mix of despair and frustration, tears staining the cold tile floor beneath you.

The mention of his scar, a symbol of his vulnerability and pain, struck a chord within both of you. Your teeth clenched, and your gaze remained fixed on the floor, burning with a mixture of self-loathing and anguish. The raw honesty in your words reverberated through the room, casting shadows of doubt upon the promises that had once bound you together.

The mask he wore, the facade that shielded his true emotions, served as a constant reminder of your perceived shortcomings and the unfulfilled expectations you had placed upon yourself.

"What kind of knight am I? I know how much you hate that scar— and I hate the fact that I could've prevented it!" You cried, "I hate seeing your mask, because it just reminds me that I'm a failure that couldn't uphold their promises!"

...Just like the deep-rooted resentment Dottore harbored towards your Vision, you found yourself consumed by an equal loathing for his mask. It was a peculiar parallel, where two individuals were constantly reminded of their own failures in the presence of one another.

As the silence stretched on, punctuated only by your inconsolable sobs, Dottore's demeanor remained unreadable. His lips pressed into a thin line, his expression an enigmatic mask. The absence of any immediate reaction from him fueled your misery, increasing the uncertainty of his true feelings.

At that moment, you yearned for a glimmer of understanding, a sign that he cared or acknowledged your pain. But the void of his response deepened the ache within you, amplifying the sense of loneliness and despair.

"I love you, I really do! There's nothing in this world that could ever stop me from loving you." You professed loudly, hoping to reach him, "From our childhood, to the Akademiya and joining here at the Fatui, my heart has undoubtedly belonged to you! You think I did all of that for nothing?"

"And when you accepted my feelings, I was so happy!" You hung your head low, trying to talk through hiccups and sobs. You couldn't stop your tears even if you wanted to. "But I know that Zandik loved me more than Il Dottore ever has." The pain in your voice as you utter your words made Dottore's poise for a moment, "I don't even know if Il Dottore loves me..."

Your words struck him harder than he liked. It was an absurd statement. His past self? Loving you more than him? It doesn't make sense.

But as he watched you sob, he couldn't help but wonder if his feelings for you were genuine or merely a facade he had constructed to maintain control over you.

Did he truly love you, or was it just an illusion he had allowed himself to indulge to keep you in check? You were the one to confessed to him, and love is such a foreign concept to Dottore. The thought haunted him, unraveling the carefully constructed walls around his heart and exposing a raw and uncertain truth.

"The day Zandik died was I guess the day your love for me died." You managed a weak laugh. A laugh to shake away your pain, yet so sad and dull. Your laugh shouldn't sound like that. He hated it.

Was he the reason for it as well?

"I tried to move on because I knew you can... But I just couldn't..." You whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself for comfort. Your voice trembled with emotion as you continued, "I can't stand being away from you, I can't bear not being able to hear your voice, to see you, to be with you." You look up at him with tearful eyes, broken and full of regret.

"Please... give me one more chance," You pleaded, your voice filled with desperation. The tears streamed down your face, but determination shone through your eyes. "I won't complain anymore, I won't ask for anything... I'll accept you give me. I'll be your loyal and dedicated assistant, always by your side!"

In the midst of your cries, Dottore has stumbled upon a realization.

The cold, snow, and ice became incessant reminders of you, and it annoyed him to no end. As the days turned into months during your disappearance, his agitation grew, fueled by a mix of anger and longing that he couldn't quite suppress. He continued to send search parties after you, under the pretense of seeking revenge for your betrayal, but deep down, he knew there was more to it. Beneath the facade of vengeance, a part of him yearned for your return, unable to ignore the void you had left behind.

After all those times, did he simply miss you?

Even after you left, his hand would unconsciously reach out, longing for your presence beside him. Dottore found himself expecting to see you around every corner, only to be greeted by the stark emptiness of his laboratory, which he had never truly noticed until your absence. The flavors and aromas of the dishes you used to cook for him lingered in the air, teasing his senses with memories.

The familiar tunes you hummed while working echoed in his mind, and the pleasant chatter that once served as background noise now felt like a void in his ears.

Your absence had woven itself into the fabric of his daily life, leaving behind a profound emptiness that he struggled to fill.

He could vividly recall the echoes of those emotions from his time at the Akademiya when you were obligated to attend classes. Dottore— Zandik would insist that you not waste your time with mundane lectures when you could be assisting him in his groundbreaking projects.

He would nag you, trying to convince you to prioritize his work over your studies, much to your amusement. The memory of your laughter at his feeble excuses and playful banter warmed his heart, reminding him of the deep bond you shared.

Dottore's gaze remained fixed on your trembling figure, your hands tightly balled into fists. You couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes. The fear of facing how he truly feels held you back.

Another realization was drawn to him.

He had always admired your resilience, your ability to endure even the harshest of circumstances without shedding a tear. It both intrigued and frustrated him, for he had never quite understood the source of your inner strength. As children, he had witnessed you gritting your teeth and smiling through injuries, embracing the pain as a catalyst for your determination. It was a quality that set you apart, that made you formidable.

Was this pain different then? There was no physical damage on your body, and yet you were here. You were one of the strongest people he has ever known, but you were on your knees, breaking down in tears and pathetically begging for his forgiveness.

His chest felt unbearable tight, seeing you so weak, so vulnerable. The image clashed with the image he had of you in his mind—strong, resilient, and always composed. Seeing you in such a state shattered his perception of your unwavering strength. Between the two of you, you were more emotional than him. But for you to grovel to his feet? It was something he'd never thought he'd ever see.

Oh, how easy for him to just kick you. To toss you on the ground as if you were nothing, and he knew you'd take it rather than fighting back and hurt him.

How come you'd never lay a hand on him? To make him feel the pain he knew a sinner like him deserves? When he has hurt you more than he could have ever known? You were suffering in silence since you only wanted to please him, to never bother him, and yet he was only ignorant to the signs, even if they're growing more and more obvious.

Your patience seemed endless when it came to him, doing everything you could do for him; exploring the most dangerous locations of Teyvat, piling bodies after bodies for his sake, and following every single command he gives you. Only for a mere hum of acknowledgement, a small smile, or nothing at all from him.

Has he shown any sort of gratitude toward you? You loved him so unconditionally, and you get little to none in return. Dottore couldn't even offer you the bare minimum.

You've always been like that, doing everything he says just to please him, to be of service, to be by his side. A massive flaw that he was well aware of ever since you were young.

Dottore wasn't even sure if the two of you were in a romantic relationship. It seemed so one-sided now that he looked back into his memories, even more so ever since the both of you joined the Fatui...

Forgiveness shouldn't be earned by a mere apology. You'd have to work for it, suffer the consequences of your misdemeanor, and he will grant you another chance. That's how it should be, how Dottore wanted it to be.

And yet, when you rose your head to look at him, nothing but remorse and resignation in your face... He couldn't bring himself to— not when he should be the one apologizing to you.

"You... you don't have to love me back..." You say quietly, snapping Dottore's attention back to you. "I-I promise... It was selfish of me to just walk out— punish me, I don't care! Just take me back, please—"

A resounding smack reverberated through the room, cutting you off. You recoil from the slap that landed on your cheek, you squeezed your eyes shut as your skin throbbed from the pain. You bit your tongue to silence yourself.

Dottore slowly got down to his knees right in front of you. As much as he didn't want to hurt you, he needed you to get your shit back together. This wasn't you. Or at least, this was a side of you that he has never seen, nor meant for his eyes. It didn't feel right to see you trembling before him, to be so afraid.

"You should have never came back." He heard you take in a sharp inhale, yet your eyes remained shut, too uncertain, too scared to look at him in the eye. "It would've been better for you to leave me." Your brow furrowed at his words.

He knew that you loved him for who he was. You probably knew him more than he knew himself, but could he say the same for you? Even if the answer was no, if Dottore should stay the same, not changing himself after this occurrence, he knows that you'd still love him.

Slipping off the gloves that he has always worn, and the mask that he had recently adorned, his hands reached for your face. Hesitantly, he cupped your cheeks into his hands. Your eyes snapped open as you jerked back from his touch. You seemed more shocked that he attempted to fondly hold you rather than hit you.

It stirred unexplainable emotions in his chest... Emotions that he'd rather not experience more, and a bitter taste settling on his tongue. He tried again, unsure if he was doing it correctly. Your discomfort didn't help either.

Dottore has never been honest on how he truly felt. He didn't even know what he felt half the time, mostly because he had only felt them with you. These emotions, these feelings, joy, anger, sadness, loneliness, and perhaps love; if it wasn't for you, he would've never known how it feels to be... more than the freak that people has entitled him to be. More than a heretic or a mad scientist. You had always treated him as if he was a person worth of your love and affections.

He should've been more honest.

"You... are worth more..." Your eyes widened at the words he spoke, "Worth more than I could ever admit... All your efforts, warmth... They have gone unnoticed... Ignored..."

"Zan- Dottore..." He could feel you shaking against his bare hands, the texture of your skin, the curve of your cheeks, he could feel them now. His hands tingled in a way he has never felt before, pulling you closer to him.

He wishes that you called him Zandik instead.

"You are nothing in comparison to all the achievements that I have accomplished. You are annoying, loud, and always stirring up trouble in my laboratory... And yet, during your disappearance..."

He shouldn't have turned a blind eye in everything you have done for him.

There were a lot of things he wanted to say, things he knew you needed to desperately hear, but they got stuck in his throat. Dottore has never been honest, it was easier to ignore it than confront things that were unknown. How ironic, given that he was a scientist that always pursued the unknown.

Nonetheless, you understood. You always did. He needn't speak for you to get him.

Dottore could've claimed that he reached to this point all on his own, with his unparalleled genius and dedication. But undoubtedly, you were there throughout his whole life, from his brightest days and past all his hardships. You've supported him more than anyone else.

And he made another mistake; letting you believe that you're nothing to him. That he doesn't love you, and that you were merely just a tool. No, that's not true. Not when his heart, his cold, dead heart, could only beat for you, and that without you, he was incomplete as you are. Lost, and lonely.

"I realized that fact too late..." Dottore closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against yours. You couldn't help but let out a sob, your heart pounding against your chest at the sudden honesty he was pouring onto you. Oh how long you've yearned for this moment, it made you tremble.

It was quiet, below a whisper that Dottore wasn't sure if you heard it... But for you, it was loud and clear, his words repeating again and again inside your head.

"I..."

vi. devotion

"What took you so long?"

As you step foot into his office, barely making it past the threshold, he already hit you a question with the most accusing tone ever. However, you respond with a genuine, warm smile, immediately feeling a sense of familiarity despite his prickly demeanor. Playfully, you quip, "Six months away on a mission, and this is the welcome I receive, babe?"

Dottore responded with a scoff and a roll of his eyes, a scowl forming on his lips, one that you've grown so in love with. His gaze fixated on your disheveled appearance, taking in the swollen state of your lips, the trickle of blood staining your chin, and the messy opening of your collar, revealing a mosaic of red and purple marks adorning your collarbones and neck. His scowl only deepened upon witnessing the spectacle, and even behind his mask, you could sense the piercing daggers of his glare aimed directly at you.

"I received news of your arrival hours ago, and yet you decided to take your sweet time before gracing my office with your presence?" He ceased his writing and put his pen down on his desk. Oooo, he's serious.

"Awww, miss me so much, you keep up to date on everything I do?" You cooed at him teasingly at him and decided to push his papers to the side and sit on his desk, directly in front of him. He chose to ignore your remark.

"What were you doing?" He asked, more inquisitive this time, leaning towards you. You responded with a playful gesture, pursing your lips in a thoughtful manner, feigning deep contemplation over the endeavors you had undoubtedly embarked upon your return.

Just by this, he already seemed unimpressed.

"Oh, you know, I passed by some cuties to your office, so I decided to have some fun!" You smirked when he crossed his arms, his scowl deepened when you pointed at the red marks all over you. It was as if a bunch of sharks had decided to latch onto your skin and bite you.

"So you cheated on me." He bluntly stated. "Again."

You gave him an incredulous look as you let out an overexaggerated gasp. "Oh my darling! I would never think of cheating with you!" You dramatically cried out, "You'd cut me up to pieces and put my parts in individual jars up for display!"

A faint twitch appeared at the corners of Dottore's lips and you swiftly abandoned your playful facade. "Hey," You pouted, your voice tinged with a hint of warning, "Don't get any ideas. I don't like that look on your face."

Dottore's scowl suddenly transformed into a wide grin, revealing the sharp teeth that you've always adored. "Well, my dear, if you were preserved in a jar, at least I would have the assurance that you'd remain there, looking exquisitely beautiful for me, without any possibility of you straying." He playfully remarked, his words laced with a hint of possessiveness that you couldn't help but find endearing.

You bark out a laugh, shaking your head. “That’s morbid, love.” He tutted at that and let out a small ‘hmph!’ in disappointment. He’s so cute. “Besides, I’m not cheating!”

“They are segments.” Dottore deadpanned, his scowl returning to his face, but you could tell it was in a much playful manner.

You raise a brow at that, “Uh, segments of you. Designed after you. They think like you. They are literally you, but just a specific age, ‘cuz you’re crazy like that.”

"But they could never compare to the real deal," Dottore persisted, his voice carrying a hint of seriousness. "The true original. The one who created all of them," He declared, pointing confidently at himself, and you almost imploded trying to hold back your laughter.

“I’m sorry, babe, I couldn’t help myself.” You cooed, sliding off his desk and decided to make yourself comfortable on his lap instead, “They’re irresistible.” Dottore looked extremely disappointed at you, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He held nothing but disdain at the sight of the marks on your neck.

“Yes, so much, so you let them bite you all over.”

“They missed me. They only bite because it’s a trait of yours.”

“You have no evidence of this so-called trait of mine.”

“Babe, you for real?” Before you could say another word, Dottore seized you by the collar and pressed his lips against yours with an insatiable hunger. The force of the kiss left you breathless, a testament to the months he had spent yearning for your presence, and you decide to kiss his segments before him? The one you’ve known the longest? He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, and before you got yourself lost against his lips, he bit your bottom lip. Hard.

“Ah, fuck!” You cursed out loud, furrowing your brow at the big bruise on your lips. It tasted raw, the fragile skin easily broken with his sharp teeth. More blood dribbled down your chin as you stared at him, your turn to look so unimpressed. “No evidence, my ass! Stop biting so hard, I’m going to die of blood loss.”

Dottore looked so proud of himself, smirking at you. “I have no idea what you are talking about, my dearest.”

You could only scoff when he licked his lips, definitely enjoying the taste of your blood. “Maybe if you were more honest, then I’d stop making out the segments behind your back.” That seemed to pique his interest, his expression reflecting an internal struggle as he debated whether to succumb to your obvious attempt at manipulation.

"I'm sorry, dear, I love you."

"See," You grin at yourself. "It's not so hard now, is it?"

Years had passed since that one intense confrontation, yet Dottore still struggled to openly express his deepest emotions, but you had come to accept it as a part of who he was. It didn't pose a significant problem for you, as you understood his unique way of conveying love. In his own enigmatic manner, he had discovered alternative ways to demonstrate the depth of his affection. He had shed his inhibitions and now allowed his love to flow freely, unencumbered by the barriers he had once erected.

Dottore hummed, "You know, my dear, I still think you'd make a splendid addition to my collection, preserved in a jar for all eternity." His playful tone hinted at his twisted sense of endearment, a dark humor that was uniquely his.

"I take it back." You glared at him, shivering at the thought. "You're mad."

A mischievous smile danced on Dottore's lips as he teased, brushing his gloved fingers gently against your cheek. "Ah, but my dear, it's precisely that madness that captivates you, isn't it?"

With a huff, you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in the comfort of his shoulders. "Lucky for you, that's true," you admitted, your voice filled with a mix of exasperation and affection. "Missed you,"

He held you tight in his embrace, reciprocating the warmth of your hug. Picking up his pen once again, he returned to his work, the presence of you on his lap bringing a sense of completeness. It felt like home. "And I've missed you too, my knight," He whispered, his words blending seamlessly with the scratching of the pen against the paper, as you both settled into the comforting rhythm of each other's presence.

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FINALLY. FUCKING FINALLY FINISHED JESUS CHRIST.

Ok so. Heres the general breakdown for attack types:

Basic attacks: These attacks just use the weapons that manifest during their magical girl transformation. Theres no limit to using these. They don't utilize all that much magic but are still effective because the weapons are technically MADE of magic.

Ult attacks: Utilize more magic and have a recharge time of about 5 to 10 minutes (which is a pretty long time in a fight). They can only be used after quite a bit of practice, as they require the ability to channel a lot of magic in a short amount of time. A familiar and their person must be able to work together in order for it to be effective. The familiar has to be capable of funneling the magic to the caster, and the caster has to have experience CASTING it.

Specialized spells: Each one of these attacks is different from person to person. These don't necessarily have to be attacks, they can also be defenses or evasions. These are usually the most difficult for a caster to master and take even more magic than the Ult attacks. A magical girl typically uses it the first time on accident, during the heat of the moment where they are desperately drawing on more magic to defend themselves. After that it is a concentrated effort to cast these spells. It's usually a signifier that the magic is starting to settle in them and that they're ready to cast more. The recharge time for these spells is 10 to 15 minuites.

The recharge time for casting spells will decrease the more a caster is composed of magic... which is a post for later lmao. As much as I would love to get into the fun ship of Theseus glitter body horror in this post it would just take to long lmao but its COMIN EVENTUALLY I PROMISE.

Johnny is an excellent fighter because of his POWER and his RANGE. He's best suited to fighting merged ghosts because it's one big target to aim a lot of power at. His Ult spirals out from around him and can help prevent him from getting caught if a bunch of separate ghosts try to swarm him. The downside is that its harder to direct, and he's in danger of hitting teammates if they're in his range (which I said earlier is pretty large). His specialized spell conjures essentially a cannon of fire, which he can aim wherever he pleases. His magical recharge time is slightly shorter than he norm, and he strikes me as the type of person who would use them IMMIDIETLY after he recharges.

Johnny has trouble if he doesen't have enough room to move his Scythe around. He works best in big open spaces. Hallways and elevators and the like are a BIG nope.

Robbie is unique among the other ghost fighters because 1. He's the least experienced and 2. He probably has the MOST trouble getting along with his familiar (I cant see him and Eli getting along in any fuckin universe tbh). Because of this he's not as adept at channeling large amounts of magic. When he does try at an Ult attack it usually has a much smaller effect than the others (see top right with him swinging his hammer). This means he focuses mostly on non magical attacks; having two modes to use his hammers (regular and on the end of chains to give him range). He's not as powerful so he has to be more CREATIVE. His magical recharge time is about what I described at the top.

He fights best at close range and can use his chained hammers to drag enemies that are usually too far away closer to him (GET OVER HEREEEE fuck yeah mortal kombat). His big weakness is that his smaller weapons dont allow him to block as easily, so he needs to focus on dodging or using his specialized spell, teleporting, to get out for the way (mostly dodging though. he's not great at teleporting). He HAS to stay aware of his surroundings or he could get surprised very easily.

Im gonna need. A whole nother post to try and figure out how the charger fits into all this lmao.

Dannyyyy!!! His funky moon staff was so fun for me to think about. One idea that I thought of after getting everything drawn is him sticking it around a ghosts neck and using it to guide them around and use that ghost as a shield. He has similar weakness to Johnny in that he needs space to move and cast spells. His arm guards make him just the littlest bit more able to block attacks but he still primarily uses his staff to stop attacks from going through (most of the others do. Yayyyyyy spinny capabilities).

@moosemonstrous made the WONDERFUL suggestion of his specialized spell being THROWS ACID ON YOU THROWS SO MUCH FUCKING ACID ON YOU REDUCED YOU TO YOUR BASE ELEMENTS GET FUCKED NERD GET ACIDED cause of his green era lmfao. He really REALLY does not enjoy this and uses it as little as possible. His magic recharge time is also just a little shorter.

@rokhal YOUUUUU. You mentioned Frank having time manipulation like Homura from Madoka Magica and it spawned this whole class of spell I blame you for this.

Frank has the most experience with magical girling by FAR and its very apparent in his fighting style. He sometimes uses the magic manifested by preparing his Ult without actually COMPLETING the spell which is like. Fighting with RPG backblast in magical girl world.

Franks staff is more infused with magic than the other fighters weapons, which allows him to manipulate its length (Robbie does something to a similar effect with his chains at the cost of his magical attacks not being as strong. Frank has no such limits lol).

His specialized spell stops time for about 5 minutes. If he extends himself he can sometimes push this time longer but it is VERY tiring. He also has to be REALLY careful of his team mates movements. Positioning some metal shards for a ghost to fall onto is all well and good, unless Robbie manages to teleport directly onto it. His recharge time is much MUCH shorter than the others, it usually only takes him 2 minutes to recharge an Ult and 7 minutes to recharge his specialized spell (though that time does increase the more he uses it, so there are still consequences for expending that much magic)

ALSO CREDIT TO MOOSE AGAIN for starting the idea to have all of them be. Sort of afraid? of their specialized spells. Johnny is terrified that he will somehow manage to literally burn the, surprisingly sort of happy, life he's built to the ground. Robbie is scared one day he'll just pop out of existence entirely. That he'll just go to teleport and get stuck in the weird inbetween space of being composed of magic and thought without real form forever. Danny is almost too afraid to go near people while his spell is active because Please Jesus Christ don't get dissolved please please. Fuck this acid ability fuck it fuck this. Frank's is a nightmare and a dream in one. What if he finds a time so nice, so happy, that he just freezes it and gives everything he has to stay there forever? It's been so long since he's had a family. What if he cant bear to let this one go?

#drempen I promise the 'everyone falling flat on their face and slamming into asphalt' is still happening its just coming a little later #now i can get to the glitter body horror as a little treat before jumping into familiar lore lets go lets goooooooo #I need it out of my head dude i need it OUT.#ghost rider magical girl au #my art #sketch #robbie reyes #johnny blaze #danny ketch #frank castle #ghost rider #thank you for screaming about this with me mooseeeeeee it was very productive #okok I have asks to answer and @s to respond too now that this monster is out of the way like jesus christ

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Sunday Morning Sketching

Summary: Vincent cant help but become entranced by his lover who is an artist themselves

Warning: Smut

1.7k Words

Sunday mornings were made for two things; relaxing before the start of a busy work week and setting aside time to do art with Vincent. When you two met, you both were enthralled that you had found another person to share your passion with, who appreciates art and loves making it. You both had spent countless hours just sitting in his workspace in the basement together and working. Sometimes the air would be filled with the radio or a CD you both enjoyed, and other times the room would be comfortably silent. Each focusing on the task at hand and just enjoying the presence of each other. It has been a few months now since you decided to start the tradition to have your Sundays be for spending time together. You both may have been busy throughout the week but you had one day a week where no matter what you were spending time together and creating. Just the two of you and your art supplies.

The previous night, you and Vincent laid cuddled on the couch after finishing a movie. He had asked you what you were planning to work on tomorrow. You hadn't decided yet. When he told you he was probably going to do a bit of sketching you had the perfect idea.

"How about we sketch each other?" You suggested enthusiastically. "I could use a bit more practice drawing the human form anyways, I'm getting better but I need a little more time."

Vincent nodded his head and signed, "I don't mind getting to stare at you for an entire afternoon."

You felt your face run hot at his statement. He was always a total gentleman and incredibly sweet, so whenever he said bold words like that it made you weak in the knees.

The next morning you both went about your morning routine before heading down to Vincent's work space. You both sat down on the floor, facing each other while pulling out your necessary supplies and getting to work.

You were wearing a little sundress that stopped just above your knees. It was a pale yellow that he thought complimented your skin very well. Since Vincent was going to be sketching you and it would be something that would be in his sketchbook forever, you wanted to wear something cute that made you feel pretty. The top came up just barely enough to cover your breasts. One of the straps had slipped off your shoulder and you were too busy sketching him to notice. But Vincent noticed, he always noticed. The strap slipping caused more of your breast to be exposed, enough that he was sure there was nothing under it, if it slipped a tiny bit more you would be completely exposed before him. He couldn't help but marvel at your form.

Your eyes trailed across him, making sure to capture every detail of the man before you. There was one thing that you noticed was different than before you drew it. Vincent tried to cover it with his sketchbook but from your angle you could see it. The raging erection in his pants. You smirked.

"How's the sketch coming Vinny?"

He nodded, saying that it was going well. You knew that was a lie, his almost empty page proved that. If he couldn't keep his focus then you would give him something else to focus on.

You stood up from your spot on the floor and took slow teasing steps toward his desk. You grabbed the bottom of your dress and with every step, hiked your dress farther and farther up your thighs. By the time you reached his desk your dress was pulled up just enough to barely cover your ass as it peeked out from the bottom of the fabric. You climbed on top of his desk, making sure to give him a peek of the lack of panties under your dress. You planted your butt down on it and faced toward him.

Vincent was still in his spot on the floor with eyes laser focused on repeatedly moving up and down your body. His entire body was frozen except for the tent that had grown even larger in his jeans. Seeing the effect you had on him gave you a sweet boost to your ego. You slowly spread your legs and raised your knees up to your chest, giving him the full view of what he was thinking about under that dress. You used two of your fingers to slowly spread your lips open, giving him a full view of your already soaking wet pussy.

Vincent was now standing between your thighs, hands teased as they trailed up your legs and to your waist, pushing the dress up as he went. One of his large hands drifted down and made its way to your exposed pussy. Slow fingers got straight to work and began massaging the bundle of nerves there. If he had his way he would have just buried himself in your tight cunt the moment he had his hands on you, but his size was always a lot for you to take. He knew that by the way you would whimper and whine and cry out for him. He wanted to make sure you were sopping wet and ready for him. Two fingers slowly slid down your wet slit and were harshly shoved inside you. A loud moan erupted from you as your head was thrown back in pleasure. He pumped inside you at a steady rhythm, scissoring you open with his large fingers. His other hand went to work roaming your body, he wished to leave not a single inch of your beautiful body untouched by his calloused hands. The lewd squelching coming from between your legs and your high pitched whines and only made his cock harder. He was so hard it was starting to ache. He needed relief before he felt like he was going to burst. You pulled your dress up and over your head before tossing it somewhere unknown on the floor for you to find later.

"Fuck.. Vincent, you feel so good!"

Your moaning out for him was the final straw as he pulled his fingers from you. A cute whine escaped you at the emptiness you now felt. He could see your pussy once it was empty and you repeatedly clenched around nothing but air. The hand that was inside you was placed on your stomach and gently pushed you back until your shoulder blades made contact with the wood of his desk. His fingers, still glistening from your arousal, trailed down your stomach leaving a wet trail just below your naval. You looked up at him through hooded eyes as his hands made quick work of his belt and jeans.

"Vincent, fuck me already, quit your teasing."

He wasted no time pulling out his throbbing cock before sliding it inside you, the look on your face said you were in pure bliss. He leaned down to pull both of your hands up above your head, one of his large hands held both of yours so easily. He locked your arms in place before rocking inside of you.

In that moment you both looked into each other's eyes. No words were exchanged but the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. The love between you and Vincent was like poetry. He may not be able to speak but his actions spoke so loud they were screaming. The way his eyes searched yours for permission. The way his jaw softly opened and closed and clenched meant you were making him feel good. The way his hand rested on your cheek meant he adored you. The way his hands squeezed yours as he pinned them above your head meant he loved you deeply.

Vincent pushed himself back off of you and pulled out his weeping cock. He grabbed you tightly by the hips, pulling you off the table enough to get your feet on the floor and spun you around. He harshly pushed down on your back, pressing your sensitive chest into his desk as he shoved himself back inside you with a gravely moan. Not stopping until his pelvis was flush against your ass and his heavy cock was all the way inside you. A loud moan forced its way out of you as you felt the wind knocked out of your lungs. He slowly pulled his hips back, leaving just his head inside of you before slowly easing himself back inside. Your walls fit perfectly around his shape as if your body was made for him. As if you were sculpted in wax by his own hands for his own desires.

"Vincent.." Your voice brings him out of his thoughts. "Make me cum."

You could barely contain the neediness in your voice. He was moving so slow and your whole body felt as if it was on fire. The feeling of your nipples, rubbing bare on the desk, caused an electric current of pleasure with every movement, every thrust. Your words lit a fire in his loins as his pace sped up. You were both so close and you wanted nothing more than to feel your insides fill up with his cum. He grabbed a tight hold of your waist, steadying you as his hip thrusted inside you faster. The red hot feeling inside of you started bubbling up so much faster than you expected. Your entire body was a sensitive mess as you felt yourself go limp. The bubbling inside is finally about to overflow.

"Vincent, baby, I'm cumming!" You screeched out, legs kicking and shaking under between the desk and Vincent's own legs. His erratic thrusts brought you to your orgasm as he fucked you through it, his own release following not long after as he painted your insides with his cum.

With chest heaving, Vincent pressed his forehead to your back as he caught his breath. He pulled himself up to grab your chin and pressed a quick kiss to your open mouth as you tried to suck in as much air as possible. Vincent was still inside you and every movement made your breath hitch.

"How about we finish those sketches, sweetheart?" He signed. You chuckled and nodded.

"Uh huh, just give me a minute, I just had the air fucked outta me."

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A/N: APRIL FOOLS IT'S ON TIME YOU WERE FOOLED

SO. THIS MONTH. Is camp nanowrimo. I have made it my goal. To FINISH drafting edible arrangements for camp nanowrimo. which does not mean posting all of it. and may not be attainable. BUT it DOES mean the end is kind of sort of in sight. stay tuned for my mental breakdown.

Special thanks to @sincerelybubbles for taking a look at the first part of this chapter for me! <3

Chapter Summary: You wake up in the hospital.

Warnings: hospital stuff, assault mentions (non-sexual), emotions, blood, mentions of stabbing

Word count: ~5300

You are safe now, you’re sure.

You’re not sure who’s here, but you feel the burn of your bite marks and can make an educated guess or two, each a comfort rather than a curse. You’re relieved to think that

(you are not alone here you are being watched you are struggling to)

Breathe. Think. Figure it out.

Tenya would make the most sense. He had just left you, right?

…right? Despite all your fights, he cares for you. You fight because he cares for you. Maybe more than he should.

But that’s not Tenya at your bedside. You knew that already, of course.

Tenya had been long gone by the time you heard that voice.

Part of you cannot shake the idea that it should be Tenya, it was Tenya last time, but since when was there a

(last time no last time only this time you are already a)

memory of last time rolls off your brain, water off a duck, and your mind wanders to the next option.

It, unfortunately, would not be Hitoshi. He wasn’t anywhere nearby when you—when you—

When you heard the laughter. We will have to settle for that, seeing as you can barely wrap your mind around your own errant

(thoughts of the past thoughts of things you are not allowed to think of thoughts caged away thoughts that bring)

danger. But Neito is no danger, not anymore. Still you can’t imagine him coming to sit by your bedside in the

(hospital this is a hospital you are dying has anyone contacted)

Izuku.

It would make sense.

You were on your porch, weren’t you?

So Izuku would have been there.

He would have heard you

(scream why did you scream did they find her has she hurt anyone else or was it only you she)

hurt. A touch. Dull background noise becomes beeps, erratic. Beeps become voice. Voice becomes a home.

“I really don’t like how fast your heart is beating right now, [name].”

The touch leaves you and

(no longer can you focus you cant hear him cant breathe cant bring yourself to come)

home becomes a mumble. Mumble becomes a blur.

Who was she?

No, you know who she was. That much was obvious the moment you heard her voice, the moment you heard her laugh.

But who had she become? She had another face, you think. So she must have

(killed someone killed you you are dying the breaths are not coming and you are going to die and all is becoming)

Warm. Something presses against your shoulder. The one that doesn’t hurt.

Oh. The other shoulder hurts.

Why does the other shoulder hurt?

Your body is so heavy. Something is weighing it down, something heavier than mere things.

The lightest brush of fluff against your chin.

A whisper.

“Please, please wake up. I can’t lose you, too.”

Oh. He thinks you’re sleeping?

Come to think of it, your eyes take tremendous effort to open. But he sounds so worried. But you are so heavy now. Not your eyelids or your arms or your body but your you has become heavy. He has to understand that.

It is Izuku, isn’t it?

It must be.

But if it is Izuku, then—

You manage to form a word. The barest tremble of your lips and vibration of your throat gives you the momentum to open your eyes, and opening your eyes gives you back your sight, and at last you see the green fluff resting his head on your shoulder and trembling.

“Who’s…”

It’s just one word. Really, it’s all you can muster, poor thing. But it’s enough for Izuku’s head to rocket up and let you see the tears, and then you have the urge to reach up and touch his cheek. All you manage is a weak few inches off the bed, then a pathetic drop where your hand bounces on impact.

“’Zuku,” you slur out. It’s amazing how much effort that one nickname has become. Just to try its weight on your throat again, you let out a small half-laugh and repeat it. “’Zuku.”

“Oh my god you’re awake,” he blurts, and then he’s holding you as close as he can in this awkward position. “I’m so sorry he got to you. I’m so sorry he hurt you. I’m so sorry, so sorry, so sorry—“

“Sbeve okay?”

He pauses, pulling away to stare at your face. There’s tears already streaming down his cheeks. “Yeah. Yeah, Sbeve’s okay. He didn’t hurt Sbeve.”

“He?” you mumble. Something is heavy in your brain, too. Brain-heavy. Who weighed your brain?

Oh. A he. Not her, then.

“Yeah. [name], I’m so sorry that he hurt you. He should never have gotten close to you, and that’s my fault.”

He’s so kind. So sweet. You’ll love him as long as he’ll let you. As long as he’ll keep you around, you’re not going anywhere.

Clarity gone. Eyes still heavy. Alive is heavy. It is time to

(rest)

“How are they?”

“They woke up,” Izuku confides. “Not for long, though. Thanks to the morphine, they were really out of it. They acted like they didn’t even know what happened…”

“Hey, at least it got you enough power to leave their side for a minute,” Mina jokes.

“Yeah, maybe now you can tell us what happened.”

Izuku averts his eyes. Five pairs of eyes are staring him down, expecting answers, and he doesn’t have any. What answer is there beyond “I fucked up”? How do you answer for your own failures in the face of the near death of a loved one? What can you say? What can you possibly do except make sure it never happens again?

So that’s what he tells them. “I fucked up.” It’s all he’s got. “I expected that they would be safe.”

“Safe,” Tenya repeats. It’s the first thing he’s said since arriving at the hospital, his expression as hollow as his single word. “You expected that they would be safe.”

“From what, kero? That doesn’t tell us anything about what happened.”

“They… You have to understand, I never thought he would come back for me. If he were smart, he’d have figured out where I lived and never come close to me again.”

“Who?”

“My sire. He… he killed my parents, and countless other people, and turned me. And I couldn’t catch him because [name] would have bled out otherwise, but I know it was him. I saw him run. He attacked them to get to me. He nearly killed them to get to me.”

“This was… your fault…?” Tenya stares at him, wide-eyed.

Izuku hardens his gaze and stares right through him. “Don’t worry. I won’t let it happen again.”

“What, are you going to hunt him?” Neito has a hand on his hip. “Do you have experience killing vampires?”

“Do you?”

Neito looks unabashed. “I won’t pretend I’m innocent. In fact, quite the opposite. If you’re going to kill a vampire, you may want backup from someone who has that experience.”

Hitoshi snorts. “You have one failed kill under your belt. Cool it, Van Helsing.”

“One failed kill is much more valuable than no kills, failed or otherwise. I spent quite a lot of time researching vampires before all this happened. Try not to forget.”

“About that… [name] got me some holy water for the job. It’ll be rough, but… I’m not going to let this happen again, to anyone else. Ever.”

“Alone?” Hitoshi arches a brow. “I didn’t take you for the stupid type, but you have to realize you’re talking about facing off against a serial killer with a kill count in the hundreds. Didn’t the Death Adder take down more people in one night than most serial killers manage in their lifetime?”

“Fuck off,” Izuku spits, but it’s covered by someone else’s words.

“The Death Adder. You’re serious?”

“Yeah. [name] and I found out by accident doing an assignment. I wasn’t going to bring it up, but you guys should know what he’s getting himself into before letting him throw himself to his death.”

“Don’t bother,” Izuku says, and it comes out a growl. “None of you need to be involved. I’ll handle this, and you all can take care of [name].”

“You are stupid,” Tenya says.

“Excuse me?”

He doesn’t give Izuku the dignity of a response, merely grabs him by the shoulder and walks him out. As he walks, he casts a glance over his shoulder. “One of you stay with [name]. This may take some time.”

Every time you open your eyes, you’re haler and heartier and, perhaps most importantly of all, more restless. Keyly, if you don’t get out of this damn hospital soon, you’re going to lose your mind.

It’s been too long. Honestly, it’s been long enough for all of the more functional members of your friend group to justify going to get a change of clothes. A day, maybe two? Maybe longer. You’ve slept for most of it, but you know it’s enough. Enough for people to need to eat. Enough for the weight in your body to lift, just a touch. Enough for the police to have been by to ask you every question possible, as though you’re remotely cognizant enough to answer. Enough that Izuku informs you later they’ve already left the house and your house is no longer considered an active crime scene.

Enough that by the time the doctor comes into the room to check you over, you’re itching to ask him if you can leave.

But you don’t. You let him ask you questions, let him look over your wound. You were stabbed, just below the collarbone. Though he expresses worry about the wounds marking your neck, you brush those off with an embarrassed blush and a high-pitched “it’s all consensual, I promise”. Whatever he makes of that, you don’t have the headspace to consider right now.

All you want to do is be home. Pet your cat. Cuddle up to Izuku and apologize for the way you’ve been treating him. Talk to him about everything.

Tell him you love him.

“Given what you’ve told me and the condition you’re in, I’d say you’re good to go! We’ll get you checked out and send you and your friends home.”

You give him a shaky thumbs up with your good hand, which used to be your bad hand.

Burn scars on one arm, stab wound in the other. Bite marks decorating the spaces between.

Yeah, you’re a tapestry, all right.

When at last you leave, you find that everyone is still here, still waiting. Izuku is keeping a hand, firm and gentle, at the small of your back, supporting you even as he’s silent, walking you out even as he’s distant.

He must be blaming himself. Beating himself up because you got yourself attacked.

You’ll be sure to smack those thoughts out of him next chance you get. Whenever your arm doesn’t hurt too bad. The faintest twinges are prickling at your shoulder, though you’re sure the worst is yet to come. The painkillers have only just barely begun to wear off.

You wonder, idly, if that vampire venom Izuku tells you about can numb a wound of this magnitude.

Oh, shit. He’s not going to feed off of you for ages now, is he?

You nearly sigh at the realization. You'll just have to force him, or at least force him to find some other way to get the blood he needs. It'll take work, but you're more than willing to make sure your lovable dumbass genius vampire is taking proper care of himself.

Izuku's hand doesn't leave your back as your friends dart forward to mob you about the details. Mina is there, hugging your one good bad arm gently, like she's afraid you'll break if she holds you too tight.

"[name] I think you're cursed," she blurts out as she hugs you. "What happened to you? Izuku couldn't tell us much."

You shrug, one-armed, and shake your head. "Got stabbed."

"Who? Why? Weren't you with Tenya?"

Tenya flinches at the mention of his name. You shoot him a weird look.

"He had already gone home. I was just getting some air before I came inside because it was a nice night, and..."

Another weak half-shrug. "I don't really know what happened. Someone was there? Waiting? I definitely heard a voice."

"And then what?"

You shake your head. "I don't know. Look, I'm still drugged to shit, so can we do this later? I'm sure I'll remember more when I'm not all morphined up anyway."

She furrows her brow. "Yeah. Yeah, that's fine. But... call me when you're up to talking, okay?”

You nod, resting your head against hers gently. "Yeah. I'll call."

If you glow, if you don't, that's for you to say. And you say nothing.

Izuku is quiet as he takes you home. There's not much of any words shared between you on the drive, or getting out of the car (a "thank you" when he goes out of his way to open the door for you and support you to the porch and beyond), or even once you're safely inside, cuddling Sbeve. It's partially just because you're exhausted—you could sleep for hours right now, but you've got too much going on in your head to even consider it. Body heavy, mind racing.

All you want to do right now is remember what happened. You don't understand why you can't. You don't understand anything right now.

But, as you watch Izuku silently move to disappear somewhere in the house, you know you need to stop him.

"Izuku."

He pauses at the foot of the stairs, giving you a wounded look. "I'm sorry," he blurts. "Really. I'm so, so sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?"

He doesn't respond, gripping the railing with one firm hand.

"Izuku, honey, this wasn't your fault. I know you're going to blame yourself, but you have to understand, no one could have seen this coming. I was stabbed because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time—"

"Our house?" He turns to face you fully now. "[name]. You live here. If this was the wrong place and wrong time, then you never should have been here in the first place."

The thought drops into your stomach with a wet plop. "Y-you're not saying—"

"I just... this never should have happened to you. Not while I was here. And I'm really angry at myself for that. I'm not going to stop being angry at myself for that, you know?"

"I'm not asking you to pretend like nothing happened. But... come on, Zuzu. If you feel bad, if you wanna make it up to me... let's have a good night. Cuddle the kitten, cuddle each other, breathe and recover from a really shitty day. Order out..." You shoot him a pleading look. "Let's get some pizza or something. Stop thinking about the outside world. Please."

He hesitates, that same wounded look on his face. You almost think he's guarding himself, the way he watches you.

"Please, Izuku? I'm tired. I don't want to be alone right now."

He sighs, takes his hand off the banister. He's across the room to you in seconds, careful not to crush Sbeve as he takes you into his arms. "I really am sorry."

"I know. I believe you." You don't have the arms to hug him back between Sbeve and the sling, but you press your face into the crook of his neck and sigh. "I'm sorry, too. For the way I've been acting. For all of this. I know that the world is crashing down right now, but I never meant to add to that."

"It's okay. We're here now."

And he holds you, and you are held, and all is going to be okay. You have to believe that.

You wake up alone, in Izuku’s bed. It’s peaceful, warm. Your shoulder screams in the moments you come to. The fucking painkillers must have worn off—you reach blindly for the bottle, wincing a smile when you find that it’s in reach with a glass of water. Lid cracked so you don’t have to fight medicine bottle lids with one working arm. He’s even made sure they’re not the prescription strength ones, not yet. Not until you’re sure you need that level of pain relief.

He’s too good to you. Too perfect.

You’d spent the night watching TV, fighting off Sbeve, and eating delivery pizza on the couch cuddled up to Izuku. It had been nice. You must have fallen asleep curled up with him like that.

You manage to sit. Manage to down the painkillers and the water—the entire glass, because you know he’d shake his head at anything less than every drop, especially with the day—days? how long has it been?—that you’ve had.

And, blessedly, it’s nearly a perfect day. You slip downstairs, get Izuku’s help notifying the dean of your latest medical emergency so you can be excused from classes for a bit to recover, and just to be sure, pass on the message to your professors, as well. Mina’s got your back for one class, Neito for another, and there’s no saving your bio lab, but that professor will just have to get over it because there’s no way in hell you’re doing science with a fresh stab wound.

If you revel in not leaving Izuku’s side? If you’re thriving at the closeness after ages of not speaking? That’s for you to know. You’re keeping lots of those things to yourself nowadays, hiding away from everything. Not leaving the house is your domain.

So you sigh into another night asleep at Izuku’s side, blissful as though you’re not ignoring the fear you feel in the shadows.

Izuku is on his phone when you press into his side. “What’re you up to?”

“Just scrolling, I guess.”

“Just scrolling? I didn’t take you for the type, Dr. Midoriya.”

He laughs softly. “Good to see you’re feeling more like yourself.”

“I missed you,” you admit.

“I missed you too.” His voice is quiet. Another day, another night, when you weren’t so comforted by his presence alone, you might have noticed it. Might have noticed just how off he seems, how off he’s seemed ever since you returned from the hospital.

But that’s not what happens. You don’t notice anything. You fall into quiet contemplation, letting your eyes drift shut. Listening to his breathing and his unnaturally quiet, quick heartbeat until you can sleep in spite of the pain.

You pretend not to notice when you feel the chest beneath your ear shift, nor when you feel the pair of lips brush your forehead. No need to ruin it.

Izuku: I need to know for certain that you’re in on this.

Izuku: There won’t be any going back.

The text comes back, scarcely a few minutes later:

He ruined my life, too. Are you sure you’re okay doing this to them?

Izuku: I’m not giving them a choice.

There is someone downstairs. You are alone in the room with Sbeve, and there are multiple people moving around downstairs.

It’s too early in the morning for Mina to be here. Tenya would probably still rather die than set foot here without your explicit begging for him to be nice to Izuku. Neito’s not allowed without proper adult (read: Itsuka’s) supervision. Tsuyu might, but her footsteps don’t sound quite so heavy.

And then you hear a voice, and you know it doesn’t belong to anyone you know.

You slip out of bed, down the glass of water waiting bedside, and slip downstairs.

And your world comes crashing down.

“Izuku.”

The door closes behind the man who’s just left. No one you recognize. You don’t care.

“Why are there a bunch of boxes in the living room?”

He turns to face you, pale. “You should be resting. You have a lot of healing to do.”

You shake your head. “Not that much. The noise woke me up.”

“I’m sorry.”

You understand immediately: he isn’t apologizing for just the noise.

There’s something else going on.

“I’ll ask you again. Why are there a bunch of boxes in the living room?”

…

“Izuku.”

He isn’t meeting your eyes. He isn’t answering you.

A pit settles in your stomach.

“Please tell me that I’m misunderstanding.”

“[name], you were attacked because you were close to me.”

Oh no. You are not misunderstanding.

“Izuku, you know this wasn’t your fault—“

“Whose fault was it, then?”

You freeze. “Izuku—“

“You were attacked. You were attacked because you were at the house I own, because you were close to me. Because you were here.” There’s tears in his eyes now. You can barely look.

“I think you know you’re being stupid. And I want you to know that you’re being stupid.”

“I’ll pack for you. I won’t make you do all the work. Any of it, actually. Not with your shoulder. But really, it’s safer if you just…”

“I’m not going anywhere, Izuku!”

Your face burns with the outburst, but you don’t regret it a moment. You’d throw things if you had anything to throw or the arm mobility to throw it with.

“Don’t you get that it’s for the best? I’m trying to protect you!”

You flinch away, wounded. Izuku has never raised his voice at you. He’s never raised his voice at all, not as long as you’ve known him. He doesn’t get—doesn’t get angry. Least of all at you. But here he is, baring his teeth, hurt in his eyes, voice loud.

“If what you really want is for me to leave, then I am not going to say no.” Your words are careful, controlled. Forced. “But I need you to say it. Tell me directly.”

Your words are met with guilty silence.

“I’m sorry for yelling.”

“Izuku. Do you want me to leave?”

“…yes.”

One word. Just one blinding word. The flash of his word is brighter than any flashlight you’ve ever seen, any LED headlight or spotlight or floodlight. It hurts just the same.

Liar.

The biggest lie he’s ever told in front of you.

The biggest lie you’ve ever seen.

Your head screams in protest, his glow offensive. You force yourself to look directly at him. Force him to look directly at his effect on you.

“But I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here. With you.”

No response. He’s glowing far too brightly—he washes out the room. You can’t see his expression, can barely even tell whether he’s looking at you. It’s job enough to look at him, but you force yourself as best you can.

“I know you’re lying. I know you don’t want me to go.”

“I don’t want to see you hurt,” he says, voice measured and evenly empty. Every word of the truth dilutes his lie, just a touch. Each word makes him just a bit easier to look at, just a bit less painful. Your vision is still spotty from the flash. “I am not enough to protect you like this. I’ve never been enough to protect anyone, I’ll never be enough, and if you think he won’t come back—“

“You really don’t get it?” You sniffle. Don’t cry. Please do not cry right now. You meet his eyes, desperately pulling back your tears. The words come running out. “I don’t give a shit about that. I don’t care about whether you think I’m safe. I know I’m safe with you, I’m in love with you, so please…”

He freezes at the admission. “You’re what?”

All you can do is nod. “I don’t want to lose you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I swear I’m not saying that because of the money. I mean it. Everything could come crashing down around me but, as long as you’re there with me—“

He staggers forward, interrupting you by firmly placing his hand on your good shoulder. He drags his eyes up from the floor to meet yours, pain written clear as day across his face.

Pain.

Not love.

Pain.

You're about to enter a lifetime of regret and recovery from this horrible failed confession while he's trying to kick you out when he interrupts again.

"Can you... can you say it again? Please. I need... I just need to hear you say it again."

"I love you, Izuku." There's no waver to your words now. "I want to stay in this house because you are in it. I feel safe because you are here. I will always be glad I met you, no matter what you do and what happens. I love you, I love you, I—mmph!"

His lips crash onto your own, clashing awkwardly against yours as you fail to finish your confession. One of his hands slides up to cup your cheek—the other trails down your arm, fingers brushing over the scarred-over skin and intertwining with yours at the end. When you relax into the kiss, you feel a gentle squeeze.

The press of his lips against yours is slow, sweet, innocent. Softer than you’d expected. Even as your tears are slipping down your cheeks to mix with his, the contact sets your nerves alight. His forehead rests against yours, eyes still closed as he brushes away a track of tears with his thumb.

Another lingering kiss. Then, a third.

“I love you too,” he whispers at last. “I love you so much it hurts. The past week, not getting to hold you or even talk to you, has killed me.You kissed me on New Year’s and I thought I’d died, but then you didn’t r-remember so I’ve been stuck replaying it in my head. Mourning the fact that you forgot.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll never forget this one.”

He laughs, a wet, teary laugh. “I—I’m gonna live for a long time, you know? And as you are, you can’t follow me. It’s not possible and it’s not safe.”

“But I want to try.” You watch his face, his closed eyes, his perfect long lashes. Try not to count the freckles as his expression twists with emotion. He brings your hand to rest over his heart, just a moment. “I’ll follow you wherever you’re willing to take me. As long as you’re willing, I’ll be here. We don’t need the boxes. Just each other, and Sbeve.”

His eyes crack open just a touch, finding yours in an instant as he kisses your fingertips in turn.

“You’re a kind soul, [name]. You deserve to live a normal life. You deserve to die a normal death. You deserve to go about your days without pain, or heartache, or, fuck, definitely without having to worry about the kinds of people who wait in the shadows to stab you and narrowly miss a major artery, leaving you bleeding out on the porch.”

“How close did I come to dying?” It’s not the right question to ask. But it’s an answer you need to know.

“Too close. Way, way too close.”

He brings your hand to his forehead, your knuckles brushing the fluff of his bangs as his eyes drift shut again. You pretend not to notice the additional tears still slipping down his cheeks.

“Izuku…”

“So close that I know for sure I can never let that happen again. I can never put you in that danger. And the best thing I can do to make sure that you’re safe is to let you go before he can hold your life over my head. It’s the only thing I can do to keep you safe, until I know he’s dead.”

“Izuku, you don’t have to do that,” you plead, the horror flooding back in a tsunami. “I don’t want you to do that. I don’t want you to let me go. I don’t care if I get hurt! Will you please just listen?”

He shushes you gently, his breath fanning hot against the skin of your exposed wrist. “I care if you get hurt. Sorry, but that isn’t changing.”

“Izu—“

“Please, don’t make this any harder than it is. If there were a way for me to protect you, and for you to stay by my side, I’d wake up every day with you in my arms. But look at you. Look at what’s happened to you since I met you. You’re covered in scars and scabs and burns and stab wounds. I want to give you the life and death you deserve. If I can give you that, that’ll be enough to make me happy.”

He tilts your wrist to the side.

No.

Not this.

He places a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist, and you slam your eyes shut. “Please don’t.”

“Thank you, [full name]. For telling me that you loved me. Even if you didn’t mean it, I’m really glad I got to hear those words from you. I’ll never forget the sound.”

You take a peek, fearful of what you’ll see. But his eyes are closed; his lips brush against your flesh with each word. “I did mean it, Izuku. Every single word. I’ll say it to you as many times as you need.”

“Can I ask you to do something for me?”

“I won’t leave.”

A bitter chuckle. “No, not that.”

Look at the freckles dusting his perfect skin. Do not meet his eyes as he speaks. When he makes his request of you, shake your head and try to close your eyes. Do not let his eyes meet yours. When he asks you not to forgive him, even if you someday remember him, do not panic when you realize that you can’t close them. Panic will change nothing. Do not look away as fangs that have pierced your skin countless times before brush against it again—always tentative at first, always searching for something.

Look into the green eyes locked onto yours. Do not cry. It will not change how red his eyes are as a result of the tears he has shed this morning. It will not cause his resolve to falter. Do not let those tears fall onto his expensive carpet, or onto his chest, which is now pressed against yours. Pay no attention to the movement of his second hand in place to hold you close. None of that matters, because even if you had the will to move, you would find that you cannot.

In this moment, your body is not your body. It is an object which things are happening to, and you cannot control this. If you tried, you would find that you can no longer control any of this.

Try to pull your eyes away, to close them as you make a final plea for this to not be happening, even as everything else slips away. Allow the shift in the green that remains to a brilliant red to fascinate you. Allow it to distract you when, at last, his fangs pierce your skin with apology and tenderness. Allow the tears to fall as the world around the two of you slips away like sand from your fingers.

What matters now is not what is happening in these words. While you may find that you want to stop this, to yell at him to stop, to pull away before it is too late, it has always been too late. The reality remains that you cannot change this.

Note how he presses a final, sweet kiss against the seeping wound when he is done. Note how sorrowful his eyes are as they fade from red back to the green of every forest. Note how there is no telltale glow to his skin when he offers his last apology, nor his last “I love you”.

Close your eyes as he lets you go, and then…

Then?

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ohh if you can i would appreciate some tips!! honestly writers are so admirable we dont give yall enough credit🙏🙏🙏

well, for me to give you the absolute best tips i can to help out, i need to know what exactly you're struggling with when it comes to writing. there are about a million different tips i can give you for about a million different things and some of those tips will be completely useless to you

for now though, i'll give you the things that help me getting into a writing mood + general tips i give to new writers and if you still need further help you can explain what exactly you're struggling with and ill do my best to help out;

1) whatever you learned about formatting essays; forget it.

a common thing i see in new writers is they try to write it like an essay. which isn't a bad idea really, but it is restricting. your paragraphs don't have to be four or more sentences. they can only be one if you want. it's your story, format it however you want. you don't need to follow rules

2) listening to music

this is mostly for when you have that one specific scene in your head but have no idea what to do for the rest of the fic. listening to music and connecting the lyrics to the characters you're using is a great way to get your mind thinking. one song can give you several different ideas depending on how you interpret it

3) make sure you are in a good mood

personally, i cannot write to save my life if im upset or just generally having a bad day. i know some people can use creating as a way to cheer themselves up, but it just doesn't work out for me lol

4) if you don't need background noise, don't use it

it's pretty easy to get distracted when writing, especially when you have something new playing. if you do need background noise of some kind, i would advise playing instrumental music or that one movie/show that you've seen a thousand times and could quote in your sleep. keep your focus on your writing

5) brackets will be your best fucking friend when writing

one of the most important things about writing is keeping your flow going. if you find yourself writing sentence after sentence for a good while and then you suddenly hit a stop because you don't know how to word what happens next; throw it in brackets and write the scene after it. its the same reason why you're told to skip questions you get stuck on when taking a test. let your brain do what it knows it can and come back to the tricky stuff later.

6) you don't have to write anything in order

you don't have to write a story exactly start to finish. you can jump between any scene you'd like and find out how to connect it to a different scene another time. this kinda ties into the last tip in the sense that you gotta let your brain do what it knows. if you only know the beginning and the end then write those first and figure out the rest as you go. if you need to edit either one of the previous things then that's okay. there's no shame in changing things around, it's just how creating things go. sometimes change is needed

7) writing prompts

for new writers, i like to tell them to find a prompt online to write a story for before they start their own. using a prompt someone else made keeps your brain from getting overwhelmed, allowing you to focus more on finding a writing style that works best for you. using writing prompts also lets your brain find ways to contribute to a story without having it make everything while also figuring out how to put it on paper. it's easy to overwhelm the brain, so let it get used to writing before you start creating your own ideas. (this is also something i advise to people who experience burnout or just cant think of anything to write. your brain just needs a break from creating ideas right now, go and find a prompt for it)

8) word count

listen to me because this is so important; ignore the word count. you need to focus on learning, not how much you're writing. it doesn't matter if you only wrote 50 words when other people have fics well over 50k. ignore it. you are learning, you'll get there eventually. if you focus too much on how much you're writing you're going to stress yourself out and ultimately drive yourself away from ever writing again. treat word counts as milestones. start with 50, then 100, then 150, then 200, etc. let yourself work towards it slowly rather than push yourself too hard right out the gate. you can't expect to draw the mona lisa the first time you put a pencil to a paper, so don't expect to write thousands of words the first time you write a story. it'll take time, and that's perfectly okay.

9) analyze the shit out of your characters

this is easier when writing fanfiction, but take a few hours to learn your characters. find the content they're in and hyper-focus on what they're doing. pay attention to their speech patterns, their body language, their relationships with others, etc. if they're not in a scene, try to imagine they are and what'd they do and/or say if they were. it'll help out with keeping them in character when writing

10) if you get to a point where you can't write anymore even when using brackets; stop writing for the day

we have our limits. you will get to a point where you can't get another word down and that's okay. it doesn't matter if you've only written a handful of words, close your program and wait until you feel motivation hit you again. if you keep trying to force yourself to write when you just can't then you're going to burn yourself out. the most probable reason for this is writer's block, which means you need to focus on other things for a while. give your brain time to recollect itself. it's annoying, i know, but it's better for you if you just let your brain do what it needs to. it knows how to take care of itself, so let it.

i also have a tag i use whenever i give tips, so you can check those out as well to see if anything helps! it's just writing tips

#if these end up not helping you that is okay #everyone is different #what works for me wont always work for you #mess around with it until something does work #just remember not to push yourself too hard #learning takes time. don't rush it #writing things #writing asks #writing tips #anon #anonymous #anon ask

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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Not to be like angsty but im just thinking abt comfort sex with matty after a rough night </3 just being kinda teary and out of it so he sits you down on his c*ck and just babies u until you cant remember why you were upset in the first place (i have no idea if this is coherent or not slay)

it's been one of those days where everything has just been designed to make you angry and then like the stupidest thing tips you over the edge into tears and you lie on your bed and cry about your day and just about everything you've been bottling up for ages, and maybe matty comes home while you're like halfway through your crying session and he's so :(( for you like "oh, baby, i hate seeing you so sad" and just holds you and you burrow into him and sob. but even once you finish actually crying and you're just hugging matty, your bottom lip keeps trembling like you're going to start again and you can't look at him because you're still thinking about what upset you, so he kisses your forehead and goes "come on, sweetheart, you need to snap out of this" and then thinks for a minute and softly moves your head so you're looking at him and he just so softly says "do you want me to warm you up?" and you nod, so he pulls both of your sweatpants down just enough that he can settle you onto him and you guys just cockwarm for a little bit while matty kisses you and strokes your hair and tells you that it's all ok and he's here to make you happy ("s'what i'm here for, yeah?"), which helps ground you and focus and brings you out of your little teary moment. then maybe you become really aware of the position you're in, your boyfriend growing like really hard inside you and every tiny movement either of you makes sending a little jolt of pleasure through you, so you look at matty and start moving your hips slightly and say "please? need you" and matty's like "are you absolutely sure?" and you nod and kiss him, so he rolls the two of you over and the rest of the night is just matty fucking you really romantically and gently and making you feel all better <3

#need tbh #mads muses #mads answers asks #matty asks #smutty asks #fluff asks

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donghoonie-3 · 2 years

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'22 KINKTOBER - DAY 05

Puppy play - Jake

For: @makiixuxii

Warnings: sub jake, dom reader, light puppy play, jake sucking readers fingers, pet names, jake wears dog ears and a collar, unprotected sex (better safe than sorry yall!!). Lmk if I missed anything!!

kinktober masterlist ♡

a/n: sorry for the bit of delay!! I was really tired last night so I couldn't get the fic finished just then :,). I'd like to thank @bigkpopstan for helping me out a bit<33 I hope whoever reads this fic enjoys it and as always, feedback and reblogs are more appreciated than a like<3

"So what did you want to talk about?" You ask Jake. He asked you if yous could talk about something so you sat down beside him on the couch.

"Well uhm...I'm not really sure how to say this..mmm" he said with one hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Is everything okay?" You say with concern. You guys rarely have chats like these and whenever you do it always ends up with comforting one or the other.

He let's out a sigh before nodding. "Yes, everything is okay I just uhm I wanted you to try something on me in bed- uh it's mm its called p-puppy play-" he quietly said with a shy voice.

You were shocked, to say the least. He always gave of puppy vibes, in a way you're not surprised he'd like something like this but you definitely didn't expect to see this coming today.

"Oh? Puppy Play? So like calling you puppy and all?" You tease a bit. "Yeah and uhm maybe.." he looks up into your eyes with his sparkling. "Maybe a collar...or ears too..." he whispers. You cant help but eye him up and down while biting your lips. The mental image of him wearing a collar and ears while calling him puppy was almost making you drool over the idea.

"Hmm okay, when do you want to do it jakey?" You ask with a soft smile. "would now be..okay?" He gets a bit shy at your question.

And so with that you both go upstairs to your room and have him kneel down on your bed. "Oh i uh I got a collar and ears..they should be in the top drawer" he says.

You turn over to the drawer and open it to see a thick pastel blue collar with a tag on it that says "puppy" on it along with black dog ears headband.

"I can't wait to see you in these, puppy" you say, already starting to call him puppy which makes him bite his lower lip.

"Now, can you strip for me? And then I'll put these on you puppy" he quickly nods and takes off his clothes then going back to his kneeling position.

You move closer to him and carefully put the collar around his pretty neck. Next thing you do is put the ears on him. You lift his head up with your pointer finger and thumb holding his chin. "You look so pretty like this Jakey" you sigh. All he does is just looks up at you with his puppy like eyes and his lips slightly parted.

"Can my puppy lie down for me?" You say with a soft voice and he obeys. "Good boy" you praise. You straddle his lap and move your hands from his shoulders to trail them slowly down his chest, to his stomach, to his pelvis. He shivers underneath you at your teasing touches.

"please" he whispers, clearly wanting more and so you give him more. You spit on your hand to use instead of lube and start to jerk his dick off to get him harder. You focus your hand on his tip for a couple of seconds before giving him a good few strokes and then again focusing on his tip.

"mnghh so good~" he moans out, his voice soft. "Such a pretty puppy" you praise him again. "mmm" he hums back.

Once you think he's hard enough you lift your hips up and position his dick to your entrance. "You ready puppy?" You ask. "mhm 'm always ready for you yn" he answers.

With that's said you sink down onto his dick causing the both of you to let out a moan. "aah- good.. feels good" he throws his head back.

"mmm my puppy's dick feels so good" you start to speak in third person and he looks like he's enjoying it quite a lot.

You start to move on his dick and move your hands to his waist and sooth his skin there with your hands. "The collar and ears suit you so much jakey" you breath out, picking up your pace.

"mngh ahh- t-thank you yn- ahh!" He moans and his hands hold onto your thighs at the feeling of you speeding up.

You lean in forward, keeping your weight up with one hand and cup his face with the other and kiss his cheek before. "You should've told me earlier that you were into this jake" you whispered into his ear before crashing your lips onto his and he moans into the kiss.

Your hand that was cupping his cheek now travelling down to his neck to touch his collar and resting your hand there.

You pull away from the kiss and rest your forehead against his. "I- I didn't know you'd ahh- react" he moans. "I wouldn't ever judge you for whatever you want to try puppy" you say before kissing his lips again.

"I love you" he whispers and closes his eyes to focus on the pleasure your pussy is giving him.

"I love you too puppy" you say back before leaning back up to your sitting position which causes him to open his eyes and whine at the lost of your warm body pressing against his and so you interlock your hands with his.

"My puppy is so needy for touch hm?" You say with your eyes half lidded. "mhm" he hums in reply. His mouth opens wide in a loud moan before sticking his tongue out like and looking up at you like a puppy.

You can't help yourself but to shove your fingers into his open mouth and he sucks on them immediately. "shit puppy you're so dirty- taking my fingers so well hm?" All he does is him around your fingers as a response.

His chest begins to move up and down faster and his moans becoming louder, you know this means he's close to cumming so you pull your fingers out of his mouth and wipe them on his abs, spreading his own saliva on them before interlocking you hand back with his.

"Is puppy close?" You ask. "so so close" he says with his eyes rolling back. "are you close too yn?" He asks you and you smile at his words. "Yes puppy, want you to cum with me okay?" You say and he answers with a soft okay.

Not even ten seconds later and you both cum at the same time. "o-oh my god yn!! fuck- so good" his back arches as his pretty moans come out of his mouth. His soft voice and his attractive accent making your brain feel even more dazed as you cum on his dick. The feeling of your walls milking him dry makes him whine and throw his head back.

Once yous calmed down from your highs you get up off him and get some wipes to clean you and him up. You take the ears off him but when you tried to take the collar off he quickly stopped you.

"I want to keep it on.." he says quietly. "Okay baby, do you need me to loosen it for you?" You ask. "No it's okay it feels good like this."

"mkay but let me know if it gets too tight okay?" He nods at your words and you smile at him.

"Mmm I'm hungry, can we order take out and watch something?" He asks all of a sudden which makes you giggle. "Of course, anything for my cute puppy" you say and give his lips a quick soft kiss.

Taglist: @makiixuxii @parkhonnie @hee-pster @foxdaisy @jaysbiceps @heeseongism @bbyhee send an ask to be added or removed<3

#sub jake #sub jaeyun #sub enhypen #jake smut #jaeyun smut #enhypen smut #enhypen fic #enhypen hyung line #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #jake x reader #jaeyun x reader #sub idol #dom reader

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gunophilia · 25 days

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Hello, before I get too far into it, I'm just going to give my main point right away:

I get it.

Writing is hard. Art in general is hard, but in my experience, finding the motivation to continue a story is one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life. Trying to find the words to explain it is difficult, ironically, how do you really explain the overwhelming want to do only to loss all motivation the second you actually try? It's not that I don't want to write, I absolutely do, and I have all these stories and plots and ideas inside my head but the second I try and put pen to paper it feels impossible.

I guess I'll compare it to something else, albeit in a similar field. When I was younger, I loved to dry. Every moment of freetime I got in elementary school was dedicated to doodling all over my worksheets and notebook paper. And I was terrible at it, absolutely horrendous, but the best part was that I didn't care. I liked drawing, it never mattered to me how good it was. Until someday it did, and I realized that my skill level didn't match my standards, so I stopped. And every time afterward, when I would draw, no matter if it was a doodle in the corner or I tried to sit down and focus, I always gave up because it felt pointless. I'd lost my motivation, and so I gave up for years and I felt disappointed in myself. The same sort of thing happened with writing, one day I realized I wasn't happy with what I was doing because it felt armature.

At some point, about almost a year ago, I decided completely out of the blue that I wanted to try drawing again, so I bought a tablet to make sure I had to commit and couldn't give up like all the other times, I had a sit down with myself, and I asked this question:

What do I want out of my art?

And the answer was simple, to just enjoy doing it. So that was my goal, not to get better, but to just rediscover the joy thay drawing brought me. It definitely took a while, until I was able to look at other pieces of artwork and see things I liked and wanted to do myself rather than to compare myself to them. After a while I was drawing for myself, just to have fun, and I didn't care if it was good or skillful, all that was important was that I liked it and that was enough.

I still struggle with writing, I have a storyline that I want to follow but it's still just so hard to find the motivation, and I've decided that yes, one day it is going to happen, but it doesn't need to be today, so even just writing a silly little side story or even just a couple sentences of notes is enough for now, because it's still something.

Anyways this got away from me and I think the message for lost, so I guess I'll just put it plainly here, art is hard, and even if you love doing it that sometimes actually doing it seems impossible, especially if you feel like it's something you have to do over wanting to do it.

Sorry for the essay, but I'm feeling sappy tonight and a post of yours reminded me of my own journey.

I hope this was helpful, and if not, then I'm so sorry and please feel absolutely free to ignore this.

Have a good one, and I hope writing is something you can enjoy doing just for the sake of doing it. <3

are you me from an alternate universe? (jk) your story is very similar to what I've been going through. sometimes I get a spark of inspiration, but that by itself is not enough to get me to actually sit down and do the work. I sit down, realize how much time/effort will need to be put in, and give up before I start. it really sucks. i feel like i cant/shouldn't work on anything unless it can be finished in one sitting.

#thanks for the ask!

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beyblade-6-3 · 12 days

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Beyblade Metal Fury different skript

The original plot was a little disappointing for the big finish off the series. There was no evolvement for the Charakters, to many new introductions, no real arc, the villains were boring and the ending felt like a redesign of season 1. It had good ideas and wasn’t bad, but it could had been better.

While choosing different legendary bladders could have helped. I want to instead focus on 4 arcs. Which is Gingka, Ryuga, Ryo ( Gingka Dad ) and the villains.

The main villain team should start wich two siblings. Rago and his sister, who want to destroy the concept of beyblading itself. Not the world. They have to live on it so it made no sense to destroy the earth but destroying the sport could be understandable and be more personal for people like Gingka. Since Nemesis is the goddess of Vengance it would be cool if the siblings have issues with how Beyblade defiance their sociaty. Maybe they were mistreated because there weren’t strong enough in the past and couldn’t understand why there value was linked to a bey. So now that they have power, they want to use it to destroy the popularity of beyblade and forbid it even.

This leads into Gingkas arc who has to decide what he wants to do in live and after a talk with his father ( who says beyblade is only a Hobby for him but understands what it means to Gingka ) chose to make beyblade not only his hobby but his career since he loves it this much and cant think of anything more fun than battling with Pegasus. When the villains show up and want to recruit not only will the opposite perspective of love and hate of battling clash. But Gingka gets a real reason to want to fight the villains instead of just fighting the next bad guy. In season 1 the battle with Ryuga was personal as well so i see no reason not to make it so again. As little extra the idea of the villains winning could give him flashbacks of losing Pegasus in season 1 and the fear of it happening again. And who he would be without Pegasus.

Ryuga would not be a legendary blader ( he doesn’t need extra power he has enough ( L drago is the only one made from the first meteor so he never shared the power of the cosmos, so why should ne need a star ) ). However he would be relevant because he can absorb the power of the star fragments so he could be a danger for the villains. Which decide to kidnapp him so he doesn’t interfere. They would not be stupid enough to send bladers but instead thinks like sleeping gas, like the original series did. The reason for this is because i want Ryuga to be forced into a situation to talk with the villains. His arc will evolve from having been the bad guy, learned from it and now teach others not to make the same mistake as him. His interaction with Rago ( and Rago relationship with Doji ) will remind him of his mistakes so he will try to talk Rago out of what he does. There we could learn why the siblings hate beyblade, because Rago actually Bilds a bond with Ryuga and talks to him. while Ryuga will be able to change Ragos mind this will not work for his sister.

She will be the true main villain. While Rago had Nemesis in the beginning. Once he started to change sides because of Ryuga. She starts to get angry at him for abandoning the cause. During the argumenting between them Rago gets enough and decides to destroy Nemesis. He damages the face bolt and his sister attacks his for it. During this she ecedently throws him of cliff ( like Doji did ). Know she has Nemesis and is completely losing it. She doesn’t want to be responsible for her brothers death so she blames Ryuga and the rest of the world. Promising to become the Emperess of Vengance, fitting for her bey Nemesis. Her first act of vengeance will be against Ryuga. He should lose the think he loves most just like she did.

Ryuga would see Rago die, losing his friend and someone he was able to understand and know Ragos crazy sister wants to hurt him. Since he is Ryuga he would be angry and not afraid but this will change because the girl will not go for him but to his bey. She will take L dragos face bolt to replace the broken one of nemesis before destroying the bey completely in front of Ryuga. Who for the first time in his live would be begging someone to stop. He is prideful but L drago is his live, destroying it ( without a change to fight ) would destroy him. Also to start her new live she decides to take Ryugas crown because „he doesn’t need it anymore right.“ . This shows us the dark desendence of our main villain.

During the first fight with Nemesis the gang loses and Nemesis gets all the star fragments. Gingka and the gang reconise the crown and ask what happened to Ryuga. She tells them and during the mountain collapse they get Ryuga out. Ryuga and Gingka have a talk which ignites Gingkas fear because Ryuga was the strongest of them and know he has no bey anymore, the same could happen to him again. He try’s to chear Ryuga up but there are no Prototyps for L drago. Gingka feels for Ryuga and understands that Ryugas bond is even stronger to L Drago than his is to Pegasus. He is angry and wants to make Nemesis pay for it.

While the legendary blader train Ryuga spends time with Rago and Hikaru. They all talk with Hikaru getting over her fear of Ryuga and them bonding over the lost of battling. The same goes for Ryo who forgives Ryuga for nearly killing him and know try’s to help him.

The last battle happens like the anime except, it is still only about destroying part of the world to ruin beyblade. The battle doesn’t go well for Gingka since the golden power cant get into Nemesis core. But Ryuga shows up and tells Gingka that L Drago still exist inside nemesis, so if he gives all of his power to Nemesis. Ryuga can make L Drago absorb it and destroy nemesis from the inside. Medoka warns him that that losing all power could destroy Pegasus like the first time happened. Gingka says he has to try even if it could destroy Pegasus since he cant let beyblade go down, even if he cant be a part of it anymore. When Galaxy Nova happens during the impact the golden power leaves Gingka and goes into the black dragon, who starts to crumble and turn red ( ones Ryuga screams Ldrago ) from the inside and collapse. Only Pegasus in his blue power flys on into the monster and with Gingka screaming destroys it.

During the silence Ryuga goes to the dissolving bey of nemesis and sees L Drago face bolt still there glowing golden and than the bey fixing itself into golden L dragon from the internet. He is happy and thankful that Gingka brought back L dragon. He looks for him and we see Gingka stand before a Pegasus whose wings are torn. Pegasus is about to dissolve but Gingka stops him. Pleading for Pegaus to not leave him behind. Even if he is broken he can stay and they can heal together. He doesn’t have to be the strongest as long as he can still have his friends by his side. This includes Pegasus. Pegasus decides to stay.

After a black screen we see flashbacks of what everyone is doing know. Kyoya won against all legendary bladers except gingka and ryuga . Hikaru battles again. Ryuga became part of the WBBA like Tsubasa ( as his partner ). And the last flashback is Ryo giving burn fireblaze to Gingka. Saying that as a father he will make sure Ginkas dream becomes true. That he is no longer the immortal phoenix because its wings will become part of Pegasus. Helping him getting reborn. That that will not fix Pegasus but gives him the ability to fly again.

The flashbacks end and we see Ryo in the watching launch with Ryuga, tsubasa and Hikaru. Watching Gingka battle Kyoya. Kyoya summons Leon and Gingka summons Pegasus. Who know has blue and red wings. The clash end the season.

This version gives an end to plot points who were never probably addressed. Ryo near death and abandoning of Gingka. Hikaru fear. Gingka lose of Pegasus and how the future of the characters could look like. The character developments are much stronger. Ryo becoming a better father. Gingka actually having any development and Ryuga not regressing but evolving more, into a mentor like being. Even the villain gets more personal and attacks our heroes directly throw ideas and possible outcomes. The destroying of L drago not throw battle but because of unfair circumstances makes us hate the character instead of hating the plot point in general. Leaving her defeat more satisfactory. Starting with Rago as son of hades ( who is not a evil god ) and ending with a girl for the partner of nemesis ( who is a goddess of rightful vengeance ) and twist it into her believing her vengeance is right by blaming everyone else is more fitting than the original idea of having our final villain just being evil because of it.

Beyblade is not emotional but season 1 and 2 had good points, with tsubasa dark side, Gingka lose of Ryo, Ryuga character growd. So evolving those concepts should be possible. The amount of violence and death is the same as the original.

This version is only a possible different story, not perfect but i find it more satisfactory.

#beyblade #ryuga #gingka hagane #eigener eintrag

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