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message from izurusstuff: hi guys!! i'm doing something i've never done before-- i'm writing a full-on fanfic novel. also, you may be looking at the tags and thinking to yourself, "wait, izurusstuff joined the hunger games fandom???" and the answer is yes. yes i did. the ballad of songbirds and snakes has been in my head 24/7 recently. i've been playing around with character.ai and reading fanfics on here, but its not enough for me,, i need a novel. a novel i can imagine from my silly ol' fingers. i want to test the waters here to see how many people would be interested so i can decide how much i want to put into this. this'll be my introductory post and i'll be releasing chapter 1 super duper soon!! wattpad is where i'll be posting updates first (inspired by my best friend, i love u nemi <33) and then i'll be formatting them here :)))

pls pls PLS be interactive and give a poor girl some suggestions, i literally appreciate it sm (u guys have my full permission to override the closed requests so u can infiltrate it with hunger games stuff)

this post will just be info about the series and the character's im adding so i don't have to write down summaries for every single person </3

-the bestest izurusstuff to ever izurusstuff

Coal Miner's Daughter (Young!Coriolanus Snow x District 12 Fem!Reader)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Y/n takes the place of Lucy Gray Baird in this fic. Some characters remain the same, but there's a fair share of OCs too.

Y/n is the District 12 female tribute for the 10th Annual Hunger Games, where everything is changing... The Capitol is introducing mentors, sponsors, and gamemakers this year. Things are changing-- and it's not necessarily for the better.

Y/n gets thrown into The Hunger Games purely because of her former best friend. However, y/n's ex boyfriend gets thrown in too... and audiences are loving the drama that's erupting. Back in the Capitol, y/n's mentor is disgusted with the fact he got a tribute from the poorest district in Panem... but y/n slowly wins him over.

Added Two New Characters As Of 12/28!!!

𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲:

｡･ﾟﾟ･🧸 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐕𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ⋆·˚ ༘ *

｡⋆｡˚｡⋆.⛓ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 💣⛓.⋆｡⋆˚

˗ˏˋ ❝ 𝐎𝐡… 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞… 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞… 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭…❞ ˎˊ˗ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

─●─────────────── ⇆ 　◁　　❚❚　　▷　　↻

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭:

❀˖⁺. ༶ 𝐘/𝐍 𝐕𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ⋆˙⊹❀

: ̗̀➛ 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮! 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞.

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 - ̥۪͙۪˚

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘/𝐍’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝, 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝟏𝟐

.⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆.⛓ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 ⛓.⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 "𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐭" 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞-- 𝐘/𝐍 𝐕𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞.

⍣ ೋ 𝐋𝐞𝐢𝐟 𝐇𝐮𝐱𝐥𝐞𝐲 ⋆·˚ ༘ *

: ̗̀➛ 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝟏𝟐. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐞𝐱-𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝟏𝟐 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐫. 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐞𝐢𝐟.

✎﹏ 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 ✬

: ̗̀➛ 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝟏𝟐 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲/𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬.

｡･ﾟﾟ𝐒𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡 ･🧸 ｡⋆｡

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝟐, 𝐒𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐬. 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬, 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠…

୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 🎀✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

`✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐮𝐥 ༉‧₊˚🕯️

: ̗̀➛ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫. 𝐃𝐫. 𝐆𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.

⋆｡°✩ 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 °｡⋆🕰

: ̗̀➛ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦….

🕸𓍊𓋼𓍊 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐞 𓆪 𖤍

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰’𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬. 𝐈𝐟 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝟐, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬…

ˏˋ 🌳 °•*⁀➷ 𝐋𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 ❝ ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬’𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐋𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫.

: ̗̀ 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝. *. ⋆

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬’𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐜��𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲. 𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲, 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝟕’𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡…

‧₊✮‧₊˚ 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞 ₊˚ ⋅*

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬– 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 #𝟏 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬’ 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲: 𝐛𝐞𝐜��𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲…

*:･ 🍓:･ 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 :･༊*·

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬’𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝟏𝟐 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝟑 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬’𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝’𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞. 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐬...

⛓✧༺ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐃𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐞 *ੈ✩

: ̗̀➛ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐃𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝟑 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐫. 𝐆𝐚𝐮𝐥, 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐬. 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐫. 𝐆𝐚𝐮𝐥. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐚, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

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animeyanderelover · 7 months

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Heya, I love your writing! So glad to see you're taking requests again. I know this is a older fandom, but I've had this idea for a while and I'm excited to read your take on it.

During his cruel phase Shuu wanted to share a "romantic dinner" with his darling. That of course being human flesh, and of course not eating was not a option.

Despite the shame and horror of it, his darling actually enjoyed the taste and begins to develop a craving for it. But never lets anyone know about it, especially Shuu, even after his personality change.

Eventually she gives in to her urges and starts sneaking little bits of meat every few months until she's caught (who catches her is up to you).

How would Shuu Tsukiyama (and maybe his father) react to finding all this out?

Older fandoms will always be welcomed here so no worries.

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, obsession, delusions, possessive behavior, clinginess, manipulation, cannibalism

Tags: @naeho @flaming-vulpix

A forbidden craving

🍷You remember that night very clearly. The dark sky above you, the soft glow of the candlelight, the expensive cutlery and of course the highlight of the dinner, the dish. It’s served on a plate so clean that you can see your own reflection in it and in the middle of it is the meat placed. You remember how perfectly cooked it look, resembling an expensive cut of steak as the smell infiltrates your nostrils and you feel your mouth watering. Yet you don’t trust Shuu, you’ve never been able to trust him. He’s sickly obsessed with you and you never know on which days he’ll be a dramatic and clingy bastard and on which days he’ll be a sadistic, dramatic and clingy bastard. So your guard is up when he ushers you to sit down, very gentlemanly on this evening as he sits down with you, giving you a sweet smile. You don’t dig in when he starts enjoying the meat, your gaze continues to be wary and eventually notices and asks you what’s wrong.

🍷You swallow heavily as you dare to ask him about the meat, about the origin. The smile on his face returns but you instantly notice that it isn’t as sweet anymore, there’s a twisted undertone to it. He starts explaining that he really wanted you to enjoy a meal with you together as you feel one of his hands reaching out for yours over the table. He really wanted you two to enjoy the same meal together. He doesn’t need to say anymore and he knows that as he gives you a gleeful grin as your eyes widen in horror as you stare at the steak at the plate. It…It’s human flesh. He actually prepared human flesh for you. You want to back away in horror as you shake your head, terrified with the thought of eating this meat but his hand holds your arm tightly as he stands up with a sock grin on his face. Dove, it would be very impolite to not finish the food he has specifically prepared for you.

🍷You can’t do anything as he’s so much stronger for you. You’re left horrified as he cuts the steak into tiny pieces and starts shoving fork after fork into your mouth, cooing and gushing over you as you start crying. You expect to throw up the moment the flesh enters your mouth but as you are forced to chew it, something else happens. Something that happens to be far more frightening. You enjoy the taste. You enjoy the taste of human flesh! Maybe it’s that realization, that guilty shame that has your eyes dwelling up with even more tears but Shuu doesn’t notice your change in distress and you’d never want him to know either. On this night this becomes your secret, one that you lock away deep inside of you. No one is allowed to know that you enjoyed the flesh and that you soon find yourself craving it again.

🍷Even after your abduction where Mirumo gives his son a lesson on how to properly treat his darling and even after Shuu mellows out thanks to the repeated scoldings of his father, you don’t tell him. You have no doubt that Shuu would accept your cravings without a second thought but that’s perhaps what scares you. You know that he’d indulge you in your desires and would probably arrange another romantic dinner with you like he did nearly a year ago when your moral dilemma started. And you fear that you’d give in to your cravings. You can’t let that happen. You’re also a human after all. You try to satiate your hunter by eating meat of animals and thanks to Shuu you’re able to get expensive Wagyu beef from all of Japan, prepared by masterful chefs. It tastes amazing and delicious beyond description…but it doesn’t satisfy your needs.

🍷It gets worse and worse with each passing week until you finally snap. You ask Shuu where he and all the butlers working in the Tsukiyama household get their nutrition from and he gladly tells you. You mask your question as harmless curiosity but in reality you’re planning to snuggle in meat too to feed from a bit. It is shameful and guilty pleasure whenever you’re able to get hold of human flesh and consume it secretly. The pleasure and enjoyment a mere spark for a moment before the shame, the disgust, the guilt threaten to crush your heart yet with each taste you crave more. You spend days in a visibly bad mood, unable to comprehend how you can enjoy feeding from the flesh of your own kind. Those emotions have a gravity to them that pulls you down and often pushes tears into your eyes. Sometimes those tears and all the guilt, confusion and self-hatred with it and Shuu always rushes to you when he hears your sobs. His heart hurts seeing you crying for no apparent reason as he drowns you in hugs and kisses, desperate to find out the reason behind your sorrow.

🍷Shuu runs soon out of ideas for what the reason behind your new sadness is that clings to you like a leech. It causes him to turn slightly frantic as his biggest wish is to make you happy and to protect you. You never tell him anything, leave him alone to stumble in the darkness with this problem and so he eventually asks Kanae, one of his most trusted servants, to keep an eye out for you. Kanae does so dutifully as she’s loyal for Shuu and just as loyal around you. She also desires to help Shuu to find out the problem behind your spoiled mood and get rid of it to see you happy again. She follows you, stalks you whenever Shuu can’t and is mindful to not get caught within the act. So perhaps it’s no surprise when she catches you in the act of smuggling human meat. Your heart drops as you see her standing there, staring at you with shocked eyes as she’s actually speechless for a while. You burst out in tears then and there.

🍷The whole household is surprised as no one saw this coming and you wish to die in that moment where Kanae brings you home and explains to Mirumo and Shuu what she’s seen. Fitting to your expectations though, Shuu takes the news well though. He’s a bit surprised to hear it but accepts your cravings quickly, actually excited as it means that both of you can share meals together again. If you have a female anatomy it also means that you’ll be able to carry his children because this man has a slight baby fever. He’s oblivious to the troubles feelings you have about your cravings but Mirumo sees what his son is in his excitement too blind to initially notice. He’s not judging you for your desire though but seeks you out for a talk later as he can understand why this situation would cause you emotional distress and wants to offer you at least a bit of guidance and comfort. As long as his in-law is healthy and happy, which by all means is by extension guaranteeing also his own son’s happiness, he’ll support you as good as he can.

#yandere tokyo ghoul #yandere shuu #yandere shuu tsukiyama

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daisynik7 · 5 months

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Dead Man's Wish

By: fairystar111

Rating: Gen

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Summary:

Life isn't fair to most of us, that's something almost every villain with tell you. So somebody decided to make it fair, and now it is. Except not for everybody.

Characters: Tomura Shigaraki, Izuku Midoriya.

CW/Tags: Kidnapping, Platonic Yandere, Yandere Shigaraki Tomura, Big brother Tomura Shigaraki, Kidnapped Izuku Midoriya, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Infantilism, Stockholm Syndrome.

My dearest Tomura, if you are reading this then I have already passed on and for that I am sorry. I won’t be able to help you on your path any longer my dear boy but I trust in your abilities to succeed me and do what I could not. You will change the world like I always knew you could. My dear child I have not been completely honest with you and I am sorry you had to find out this way. But I have another child, his name is Izuku Midoriya. He is your brother in all but blood. I had originally planned for you two to meet in his first year of high school but circumstances changed.

I had a younger brother myself once that I loved very much. I gave him everything the world could offer but that was not enough for my dear Yoichi. My younger brother opposed my work as All for One, he hated what I did and what I stood for and tried to stop me until he perished in an untimely accident. Shortly before he passed I had given him a weak stockpiling quirk to help his sickly body gain back some strength, the quirk had melded with an invisible quirk I did not know he possessed at the time. Yoichi had the ability to pass on quirks which was quite useless on its own but once I gave him a quirk it became a new quirk known as One for All. A stockpiling quirk that is able to be passed onto others through DNA transfer and would become the key to my own demise. The wielders of One for All are all successors to my brother that want to end me and my “reign of terror” whatever that means. I know you're probably wondering but what does this have to do with Izuku Midoriya being my brother?

Well the year before you were set to meet, through unfortunate circumstances Izuku met All Might ,the eighth successor, and became the ninth wielder of One for All. Your paths would intertwine but you would be on opposite sides of the battlefield. The tale of two brothers will repeat itself once again and I won't be able to help you. Tomura all I ask of you is that you try to help him, my child has horrible self-sacrificing tendencies and will die on his own. I need you to take care of him as I have failed to do and love him as I have loved you because one day all you will have will be each other. I want you to love each other as much as I loved both of you.

With love,

Hisashi Shigaraki

“Don't worry dad I'll find him and I'll save him even if he doesn't want me to.”

Izuku awoke in an unfamiliar but rather comfortable bed. He rubbed his eyes trying to rid the morning grogginess when he remembered with a jolt that the league had infiltrated their base and captured him along with several of his friends. He jumped out of bed only to crash onto the floor. He groaned in pain and looked up to see a chain connecting to a thick padded cuff around his ankle.

He studied the room around him and found it odd, he had been expecting to wake up in a concrete prison cell or maybe a laboratory. The room he found himself in was draped in soft pastels reminiscent of a baby's nursery, games and toys lined the shelves, the floor was covered in soft fluffy carpet, there was a mass of plushies on the bed. Wait, were those toddler rails on the bed? Why was he wearing bunny pajamas? He had been captured in his tattered hero outfit. Did someone shower and change him in his sleep?!

What is going on? Izuku thought, trying not to panic. He yelped when the door opened to reveal a frantic Tomura Shigaraki.

“Izuku are you okay I heard a loud crash? Oh bunny, did you roll off the bed?” Tomura asked, feeling rather frazzled as he picked Izuku up off the floor and placed him back onto the bed. God he hasn’t even been here for a full day and he was already hurting himself even when unconscious. Dad was right, his little brother does need to be protected at all times. Hmm maybe he should install padded flooring or maybe full railing around the bed?

Izuku was too shocked to say anything in response. This monster was checking looking him over for injuries like a concerned mother looking over her young child. This murderer, his enemy, was treating him like he was something fragile and precious.

“Don’t touch me!” Izuku yelled, wrenching his arm out of Tomura’s grip. How dare this villain try to treat him this way! Soft gentle touches by hands who have murdered thousands. What did he do to deserve this?

“Calm down little brother, I know you're scared but you're safe now. Everything is okay because I am here.” Shigaraki said with a small smile petting the boy's soft curly hair. Though he hates having to use All Might's catchphrase, it is a necessary evil. Right now what his little brother associates safety and protection with most is All Might. He needs to switch that over to himself. Izuku needs to feel most safe and protected with Tomura.

Izuku could feel his blood start to boil. How dare this monster use his mentor’s words against him in such a mocking way. And what did he mean by brother? Izuku didn't waste any time thinking about that before he launched himself at the villain trying his best to attack while still chained to the bed. He tried to reach for his quirk but felt nothing but empty space in its place. Well he didn't need quirk to gouge someone's eyes out. Before he could try Izuku was slammed back into the bed and his arms were pinned above his head.

“Izu bunny, calm down everythings alright.” Tomura cooed, trying his best to be soothing. He’s never had much experience comforting other people but he’ll try his best for his little brother.

“Let me go! Let me go!” The boy shouted as he thrashed in the villains grip.

“Izuku you need to stop–Ow!” Tomura’s scolding was interrupted by a strong kick to his side.

“Stop!” Midoriya screamed as the villain got onto the bed raising his knee to pin his legs down, effectively immobilizing him.

“Are you ready to calm down little brother?” Tomura was a little irritated but tried to not let it show on his face, judging by the look on his Izuku’s face it wasn’t working. He had to keep his cool. Sensei did say it would be difficult in the beginning; he just had to be patient and everything will turn out okay.

“Shut up! You are not my brother, I hardly even know you. You're nothing but a monster who's been fighting me and my friends since the beginning of the year.” Damn his little brother really knew how to hit him where it hurts. None of what he said was technically wrong, but back then he didn't know they were brothers, Dad hadn't told him yet. They really were enemies before but things are different now, they are family, Izu will learn to accept that eventually.

“I see you are still not ready to be reasonable. I tried to be cordial. I wanted us to get off on the right foot but you made me do this. I will return when you are ready to listen to reason. And little brother the next time I come back you better be on your best behavior or you won’t like what will happen to your little friends.” Tomura replied with an ominous expression, closing the door to his little brother's room.

Despite how much it hurt him to leave his little brother so soon. He just wasn't ready to listen yet. Some time apart will help him adjust. After all, his only family left is Tomura. Izuku will eventually learn to be dependent on him and only him for all his needs and safety. Just like Sensei said he had done for his brother in the past.

===

Izuku was ready to tear his hair out. It had been weeks since he has had any human interaction and the isolation was starting to get to him. He can’t even take out his frustrations on the room because as soon as he tries to destroy something he is sedated, if he tries to hurt himself he is sedated, if he tries to take off the collar he is sedated, if he goes too long without sleep he is sedated. His meals are delivered while he is asleep and if he tries to ignore them he will receive a note threatening him with a feeding tube.

He can’t take it anymore, he lost everyone, his mom, his dad All Might , his school, his quirk. He can’t even find comfort in the vestiges of One for All because he can’t get the collar off. Izuku could feel his eyes starting to well up with tears as it started to set in that he lost his entire world within the span of six months. All might is gone, heroes are over, he will never be able to become a hero and make All Might proud. He lost . With that last thought Izuku broke into heart wrenching sobs, thick globs of tears clouding his vision and running down his ruddy cheeks. The poor boy was so lost in grief that he didn’t notice the door opening.

Izuku whimpered as he felt himself being pulled into someone's lap, warm arms wrapping tightly around him. Something felt off but couldn't help leaning into them. He was so tired, he just wanted his mom. He wanted to go back to his school with all his friends and teachers. He wanted his family but they don't exist anymore. Izuku’s wails started up again with a fresh set of tears rolling down his face. Shigaraki gently shushed Izuku, rocking him back and forth, gently running his hands up and down his back soothingly, until the boy fell asleep.

Tomura really wasn’t supposed to be down here, he had promised himself that he would be a strict guardian for Izuku. Izu’s punishment for his bad behavior was spending one month in isolation. Two weeks for trying to fight Tomura and the other two to help him reflect on the past few months and come to terms with his new reality. But he couldn’t help himself. He saw his little brother breaking down on the baby monitor and he had to go comfort him. It had been three weeks anyway so close enough right?

Plus Izu didn't even reject him this time in fact he even leaned into his hug and was comforted by his presence, now that's progress. Tomura just had to wait for Izu to wake up and they can have their heart to heart and he can learn why they are brothers and the story behind their father. Then they can finally be happy together!

===

When Izuku began to stir, he realized he was sleeping on something warm and squishy. He sleepily rubbed his face into it and felt it gently move up and down as he heard a scratchy chuckle. He sat up startled to see Shigaraki only to be pulled back down into a hug. Had he been cuddling with Tomura Shigaraki this entire time?! He tried to wiggle out the tight embrace only to be shushed by the man.

“Settle down little brother, you remembered what I said last time don’t you?” Tomara asked. Izuku just nodded into his stomach not trusting his mouth to not say something that would count as ‘bad behavior’. He didn't want any of his friends getting hurt because he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

“Good boy. Now I have a very important story to tell and you will not interrupt me until I am finished or else either you or your friends will be punished. Yes it has to do with how we are brothers and who our father is.” Tomura added knowing that was probably the biggest question running through his baby brother's head.

“But-”

“Ah ah ah no interrupting or else your friends won't get to eat for a week.” Tomura threatened seeing the augmentative look that appeared on his little brother's face when he mentioned their father. Izuku promptly shut his mouth.

“The story begins at the dawn of quirks with two brothers, Hisashi and Yoichi Shigaraki. The older brother was born with immense power and charm while the younger was born sickly and seemingly quirkless. Their mother had died during childbirth leaving the boys to a childhood of danger and homelessness. Since both boys had white hair and unique eye colors the brothers were often persecuted by anti-metahuman extremists. Because of this the older brother began to delve into a life of villainy to keep the younger brother safe and off the streets. He began to amass loyal followers and influence while his younger brother remained safe and oblivious in their home. Yes I know you have questions but save them until the end.” Shigaraki grinned at his brother's pouty expression.

“Until one day while Hisashi was off on a business trip, Yoichi decided to snoop around his older brother's office. Up until that point Hisashi had been very vague when describing his work to his little brother and that had only fueled Yoichi’s curiosity. He was horrified when he discovered what his brother was actually doing to pay for their new home. So when Hisashi came back home he was immediately confronted with an arm full of angry baby brother. Hiashi tried to reason with Yoichi, telling him he could ignore everything he saw and they could live normally again. He could even join him if he really wanted to but Yoichi rejected every offer Hisashi gave him. He had gotten the idea in his head that it was his job to take down Hisashi and his empire of ‘evil’. You see, Yoichi had always loved comic book heroes and heroic morals ever since he was a child. And when the idea for metahumans becoming government sanctioned ‘heroes’ became a reality he wanted to be a part of it though he had no quirk. Dad did always call uncle Yoichi an optimistic naive little idiot, kinda like you.” Tomura chuckled at his brother's offended face.

“Anyways Yoichi gave Hisashi an ultimatum. Either he stopped his villainy all together and turned himself in or Yoichi would have to stop him himself but either way Yoichi was leaving. So Hisashi did the only reasonable thing he could think of to protect his little brother, he locked him away in a vault. Which sounds bad when you say it out loud but Dad was only trying to protect Yoichi from his own stupidity. And you know what they say: If you want your family to stay, lock them away!” Tomura cleared his throat awkwardly at the deadpan look Izuku was giving him.

“No?…Hm maybe that was only a thing Dad would say… Anyways after a while in the vault Yoichi started to refuse his meals as an act of rebellion. His already sickly body was getting weaker and weaker everyday. So dad decided to give him a quirk. It was just supposed to be a weak stockpiling quirk to help give Uncle Yoichi’s body some strength but it unfortunately became One for All. Soon after while Hisashi had been away on a business trip, two vigilantes: who would later become the second and third user of One for All, broke into Dad’s mansion and broke into Yoichi’s room vault , kidnapping him from his only family. Yoichi’s naive little self then decided he wanted to become a vigilante too with the new power his brother had given him. So he was a dumb little vigilante on the run from his caring older brother for a while. During this time he also discovered that he had a quirk: the ability to pass on quirks, which was useless by itself but once melded with the stockpiling quirk became quite powerful. I don’t even want to know how he figured out he could pass it down through dna.” Tomura said with a grimace. But Sensei did always say to watch out for boys with spiky hair because they'll steal your family and your quirk. Hm, maybe the second user had spiky hair?

“Soon after he passed on the quirk Hisashi had found them, he was going to kill the vigilantes for daring to steal his most prized possession. Hisashi aimed a powerful blast at the Second but Yoichi using his last embers One for All leaped in front of him before the Second could be hit. The Second and Third escaped while Yoichi died in Dad’s arms. After Yoichi’s death Dad soon realized that the Second was wielding Yoichi’s quirk alongside his own and figured out that Yoichi wasn't quirkless after all. He went on a rampage trying to find all the users and killing them one after the other. But by the time he would catch one they would have already passed on the quirk to their chosen successor…You have to understand Izuku. Everything Dad has ever done has been to make a better world for his family, for us.”

“By the time the Seventh successor came around the world was everything Dad never wanted it to be. Her name was Nana Shimura and she was my grandmother. She left my father in an orphanage so she could continue playing the hero. She abandoned her child so she could go off and raise some new successor. Her child grew up to be a child-beating bastard. This is why heroes are bad Izuku. All they care about is themselves. They don't give a damn about the people they hurt because of their actions, no one else matters to them.” Tomura growled out with tears starting to form in his eyes.

“When I was four my quirk: Decay, came in and I killed my entire family. It really was an accident. I never meant to harm anyone. I was just a baby back then. I wandered the streets looking for help but not a single person would answer my plea. Do you know why? Because why would a civilian help a child in need when a hero can come along and do it for them. There is no reason for them to be good people when there are heroes around to do that. Day after day people wouldn't even spare a glance at me even the heroes patrolling wanted nothing to do with a dirty villainous looking child. Not until Sensei, he found me and took care of me as if I were his own child. That day I became his son. He didn't care that I was the Seventh’s grandson; he still loved me and raised me until the day he died.” Tomura said in a thick voice choked with tears.

Izuku looked away, uncomfortable seeing so much emotion on the villain's face.

“Izuku look at me.” Tomura cried, gently cupping Izuku's face and turning it to face him.

“I know you don't believe me right now and this is all very confusing. But I need you to understand that our Dad loved you. He loved us, more than anything in the world. And if it was possible to stay with us forever he would have. He died to help make the world a better place for us.” Tomura’s voice trembled as tears fell down his face.

“How about we take a little break. Stay here and big brother will be right back in a minute.” Tomura said quietly as he rushed out of the room. He didn’t mean to burst into tears in front of his little brother but Izuku needed to know these things even if they hurt him to tell.

He took the elevator down to the communal kitchen to grab a snack for Izuku ,since their panty is pretty empty right now, only to run into Dabi and Toga.

“Hey Tomu, wait… have you been crying?” Dabi asked gruffly, concerned for their other man's well being.

“Shut up, I'm fine.” Tomara replied, covering his face with his hands.

“Aww it's okay Shiggy, you don’t have to be embarrassed to cry in front of us.” Toga cooed, reaching out to hug the blue haired man.

“It’s just getting Izuku to understand why he is here and why the collapse of hero society is for the best has been really hard. I just want him to understand that all of this is for his own good.” Tomara replied, rubbing the residual tears from his eyes.

“Shiggy, it's going to be okay. We all knew the first months were going to be the hardest. I can't even tell you how many times Ochako has made me and Dad cry.”

“Can’t relate Shouto has been a total sweetheart since day one.” Dabi said smugly.

“No but seriously it's going to be alright. The little one will eventually come around when he realizes that know one is coming for him and he doesn't have the power to stop us. And If he doesn't, well we’ll be here to help you knock some sense into the little guy's head.” Dabi added.

“Yeah! And when they are finally settled in we can bring them out to the garden for a playdate.” Toga said happily.

“Thank you,” Tomura said quietly, rummaging through the drawers for snacks.

“Shut up, we're family, we help each other.” Dabi murmured averting his eyes, the healthy skin on his cheeks flushing pink.

Tomura left the room with his snacks and a small smile on his face, filled with a rush of determination from the impromptu pep talk. Tomura walked into Izuku’s room to see him sitting right where he left him. Huh he didn't expect him to actually listen to him when he told him to stay put. “Hm, maybe I'm making more progress than I believed,” Tomura thought. He shut the door and sat down on the bed beside Izuku and handed him his snacks.

“Here you must be hungry, eat this for now and we can eat breakfast once we're done with our conversation. Now where did I leave off? Oh right a few years after Sensei found me you were born. We were never told of each other because we were both being raised to lead completely different lives. I was being raised to be our fathers successor, the man to bring hero society onto its knees and you…You were never supposed to be a hero or villain, you were just meant to be Izuku, not Deku, not the next symbol of peace, just Izuku, my little brother. You were never meant to be risking your life for people who would never appreciate you. But we’ll talk about that some other time I'm getting off topic.”

“Dad helped raise you until you were nine when he had to leave on a business trip. It was never supposed to be permanent. He was going to kill All Might, take back One for All and fix Japan himself. But the damn eighth almost killed him in their initial fight, All Might ripped his head off and spattered his brain on the concrete. He almost didn't make it but Garaki managed to save him. With injuries so severe there was no way he could ever come back home to you but I promise he never wanted to leave you. After that he only ever communicated to you through phone calls and sending funds for you and your mother.”

“Originally we were supposed to meet in your first year of high school though you were supposed to go to a normal run of the mill high school not UA. Sensei was so happy that you were finally coming back home to your family, but something changed. You met All Might and became the ninth user of OFA and enrolled in UA. You never came home. After that Dad had to scrap those plans and make new ones. The next time he planned for us to meet as brothers was once the heroes had fallen and he was dead, I am fulfilling dads plan. We can finally become brothers like he wanted us to be. Alright, you can ask your questions now.” Tomura said with a small smile.

“You’re lying there is no way All for One is my father! My dad’s last name was Midoriya and he was the kindest, most loving father in the world. There is no way that villain could ever be him.” Izuku argued, offended at the very notion that the symbol of evil could ever be his father.

“I was thinking you were going to say. Look at this picture of me and Sensei. Do you recognize the man in the photo?”

Izuku felt the blood drain from his face, there in the photo was his shy awkward father smiling with a child shigaraki.

“No you’re lying, that's fake!” Izuku argues, tears starting to well up in his eyes.

“Izuku, I can show you thousands of pictures and videos of me and dad together. You know this is real.” Tomura barked. He hated to make his little brother cry but he needed to rip off the bandaid. Izuku cannot go any longer denying their bond. Izuku is his little brother, he belongs to Tomura and only Tomura and he needs to get it through his thick skull.

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Izuku shouted, bursting into tears. His Dad couldn't have been a monster.

“I know this has been a lot for you to take in, I'll have Kurogiri bring you breakfast and you can spend the rest of the day reflecting on what you learned. Maybe think about how you can be a good little brother as well.”

And with that said Tomura left leaving Izuku in a catatonic state. His Dad was a two-hundred year old villain? And Tomura Shigaraki is his adopted older brother! What is he supposed to do with that information? Also what was wrong with that story? It felt very biased towards AFO and made Yoichi’s ideals seem like child play. Did Tomura seriously believe that junk? Izuku spent the day wondering what exactly being Shigaraki’s brother would entail until he fell into a restless sleep.

===

The next morning Izuku awoke to the door being slammed open to reveal a smiling Shigaraki.

“Good morning little brother! I don’t have any work to attend to today so we’ll be spending the day together. But first we need to go over the rules you’ll need to learn if you're going to live here.” Shigaraki explained happily, excited to finally spend time with his little brother. He sat on the bed and pulled Izuku onto his lap.

“What? Hey stop! What are you doing?” Izuku yelled trying to squirm out Tomura’s hold.

“Settle down little brother.” Shigraki warned as he popped Izuku on the thigh.

“...” Izuku stilled, face flushing; he was so shocked to be reprimanded like a toddler he couldn't even come up with a response.

“Good boy. Don’t worry there won’t be too many complicated rules to remember just pretty basic stuff all little brothers do.” Tomura said, patting Izuku on the head. Izuku just sat there, shocked still.

“Firstly you will always address me as Tomura-nii, Tenko-nii, nii-chan, Tomu-nii, or big brother. You can choose whichever you like most but you always need to say one of them when you address me, understand.” Tomara said sternly this was a sign of respect Izuku needed to do and was not something he was willing to compromise on.

“Yes.” Izuku grumbled, an annoyed pout forming on his face.

“Yes, what?” Tomura growled.

“Yes, big brother.” Izuku spit out, cheeks flushing light pink.

“Good job bunny.

Rule number two: always obey big brother he knows what is best for you. That one is pretty self explanatory I think.

Rule number three: no fighting, cursing, or lashing out at your big brother. Little brothers are supposed to be calm, docile, and sweet. You can't be a proper little brother if you're acting out like a heathen.

Rule number four: If something is wrong you come to me immediately and I will help you. If I Am not available you can go to any of the other adults in the house but you cannot ignore your problems. If I find out something is wrong with you and you ignored instead of asking for help, you will be punished.

Rule number five: No escaping or leaving the premises without my permission, breaking this rule will result in a severe punishment.

Rule number six: You cannot shy away from my touch. If I want a hug you cannot refuse.

Rule number seven: You will never try to use that quirk. It is too powerful for you and you were never supposed to have it anyway.” Tomura said sternly. These rules were here to keep his baby brother safe and protected.

“Okay I think that is all the rules for now, let's move on to punishments. Punishments can range from timeout, toys being taken away, writing lines, spanking, a night in the vault, solitary confinement, withholding food from your friends, erasing your quirk permanently, torturing your friends, killing your friends.” Tomura said, looking up to see his baby brother's face flooding with tears.

“Don't worry those last three are only for big things like if you escaped and did not return within 24 hours or if you tried to use your quirk against us. But you would never do that right Izuku? You’re a good boy aren't you? You would never put your friends' lives in danger like that would you? Tomura asked gently, wiping away Izuku's tears. Izuku whined, shaking his head no.

“Good, now onto the rewards. These will depend on how long you can keep up with the rules, a week would equal an All Might toy or something you like or a few weeks would be a walk around the manor. If you make it through a month without breaking a single rule you can have a playdate with one of your little friends. But only the ones in our care and it depends on their progress as well. From what I hear the baby Todoroki is doing the best out of all of you. You can have a playdate with him if you can behave for a month. You're still settling in so these are pretty basic but once you are done. You can earn a phone, a new quirk, a pet, trips outside wherever you'd like, even supervised trips with your friends.” Tomara explained grimacing when he saw Izuku's eyes glitter when he mentioned going outside. He’s likely thinking of escape but he would snuff out those ideas soon enough.

“That's all for now. That shouldn't be too hard to remember, right Izu?”

“Yes Tomu-nii,” Izuku chirped. Oh he was so going to bust out of this place. He just needed to be on his best behavior and earn that visit playdate with Shouto. Then they can make a plan to get the others out of here. Though he is kind of worried about what's been happening to Shouto. What kind of progress is Shigaraki talking about?

“That was so cute,” Tomura grinned, squishing Izuku's cheeks.

“Now do you know how to play video games?”

===

This is how they spent most of their days. Tomura would wake him up and hang out with him. Punish him if he did anything wrong or give him a reward. He was treated like a weird mix of a pet and a toddler. His plan to earn the visit with Shoto was not doing great, everytime he would get close to the two week mark he would accidentally break a rule like calling Tomu-nii, Shigaraki. And the count would restart, honestly his brother was expecting too much out of him.

Speaking of Tomura, he was surprisingly affectionate, showering Izuku with hugs, cuddles, kisses, and pets constantly throughout the day. Izuku would hate it if he wasn't so touch starved though he supposed Tomura did isolate him on purpose. He actually wasn't too bad if Izuku ignored the creepy possessiveness, at least he seemed to genuinely love Izuku and wouldn't hurt him. Well unless Izuku was breaking a rule then all bets were off.

One time while leaving in a sleepy state Tomura had forgotten to lock his door, Izuku did what any reasonable person would do, he ran like hell trying to escape and was immediately sedated. When he woke up Tomura had taken him over his lap and spanked him. He couldn't sit properly for days afterward! Izuku hasn't done anything bad enough to receive the worst punishments but he's trying to break out of here before those can happen.

After nearly three months he finally did it. He made it through a whole month of good behavior. He can finally start his plan to get out of here. Though a small part of him will miss Tomura just a little bit. Somewhere along the way he actually started to like Tomura and his awkward presence, he really was like a big brother to him. But that didn't matter, he was still his enemy, Izuku still needed to get out of here and take him down. There's still a whole society that needs fixing out there and he'll be the one to do it. He’ll make All Might proud.

“Nii-chan I did it. I was a good boy for a whole month. Can I see Shouto now?” Izuku giggled, jumping up and down looking up at Tomura with his best puppy eyes. Damn he was really playing up the little brother thing wasn't he. Whatever he can be embarrassed later when he successfully escapes but for now this is a necessary evil.

“Yeah yeah I'll ask Dabi how Shouto’s been behaving and if he's been good we can set something up for you guys tomorrow” Tomura said, picking Izuku and spinning him around.

“Yay! Thank you Tomu-nii!” Izuku giggled.

Don't worry guys I’m coming to get you out. I'll save you no matter what.

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#yandere tomura shigaraki #izuku midoriya #kidnapped izuku midoriya #stockhom syndrome #possessive #obsessive #infantilization #Big brother tomura shigaraki #Sensei AllForOne is Midoriya Hisashi #platonic yandere #yandere #yandere bnha #shigaraki tomura #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha fanfiction #bhna fanfiction #unhealthy obsession #fairystar111

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Wandless

Wandless https://ift.tt/5k6tXdv by JCAndrijeski Born with a form of magic unseen in centuries in the wizarding world, Draco Malfoy's very existence is illegal according to ancient wizard law. That same law says he should have been killed at birth, but Lucius had other ideas on how to use and train his son. Hermione Granger always thought Malfoy didn't quite add up, in terms of who he seemed to be, or who he wanted everyone to think he was, at least. She's heard the rumors about him, of course, about how he supposedly suffered from some rare illness as a child and was never seen until he appeared at Hogwarts as a first year. By sixth year, the contradictions strike her as even more obvious, but her best friends only see him as a possible death eater, one likely infiltrating the school on some dark mission from Voldemort or his father. Note #1: There's some overlap with the original storyline in the beginning / during 6th year, but there's pretty big divergences planned, particularly post-Hogwarts Note #2: I'll update tags as I go. Please let me know if I miss any important ones, as this is my first fan fiction so the format is new to me, thank you! Words: 8156, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Ginny Weasley, Hannah Abbott, Marietta Edgecombe, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Neville Longbottom, Rubeus Hagrid, Horace Slughorn, Argus Filch, Luna Lovegood, Cormac McLaggen, Romilda Vane, Poppy Pomfrey, Nott Sr. (Harry Potter) Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy, Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hogwarts Sixth Year, POV Hermione Granger, POV Draco Malfoy, BAMF Hermione Granger, BAMF Draco Malfoy, Sexual Assault, not by main character, Gossip and Rumors at Hogwarts, Gaslighting, Hidden Powers, Forbidden Love, Obsessive Draco Malfoy, Dramione Is Endgame, dramione - Freeform, Abusive Lucius Malfoy, Past Child Abuse via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/YniP6pu March 19, 2024 at 05:58PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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Wolfman and Baby Enchanter

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50765785 by Niecy8 Opening the front door to his dwelling, Peter breathed in his home’s scent to ground him. The house’s earthy aroma of pine and cedar infiltrated his nostrils as he clanked the keys in the bowl by the door. Shutting the door behind him and toeing off his shoes, his wolf’s hackles immediately rose as the fragrance of security and comfort began to intermingle with underlying scents of ozone, metal, and was that chocolate? Taking more practiced steps towards the source, his claws elongated from his finger tips and his fangs protruded from his gum line. Approaching the kitchen where not only the origin was emitting from but a jackrabbit heartbeat was thumping to an unknown beat. Peter growled when he saw the strange figure sitting at his kitchen table like he owned the place. The young man who had wispy brown hair and a mole dotted face was drinking soda from a can and had his feet plopped up on an adjacent chair. He almost seemed unperturbed by Peter’s presence due to his relaxed status in a werewolf’s home. Either he was naïve or just dumb. “I was wondering when you would finally get home.” Just dumb it is. Words: 3234, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Jackson Whittemore, Alan Deaton, Talia Hale Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Humor, Light Angst, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Magical Peter Hale, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Stiles Stilinski & Jackson Whittemore are Siblings, Sarcastic Stiles Stilinski, Snarky Peter Hale, Cryptic Alan Deaton, Slow Build, Idiots in Love, Derek Hale's Eyebrows, Scenting, Pet Names, Banter, Language, Age Difference Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50765785

#ao3feed #fanfic #teen wolf #steter #peterstiles

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Ask can you recommend some obikin fanfics?

For sure! I’m relatively very new to the fandom, but here are some of my fav Obikin fanfics so far:

NB- my preference leans heavily towards omegaverse & mpreg, so be warned if that’s not your jam 🤙🏼 Also see full tag lists per work on Ao3 link for squick/TW, etc.

Conceal Me Verse / by @himboskywalker

Conceal Me What I Am (Omegaverse AU | 18 chapters | Complete)

Brilliant, brilliant AU set during the Clone Wars where Obi-Wan is a high-flying (beta) Senator and Anakin is a popular (alpha) Jedi Knight. To help resolve growing suspicion towards the Jedi, the Chancellor proposes an arranged and very public marriage between a member of the senate and a Jedi. Obi-Wan and Anakin are of course chosen, being shiny and popular on the holonet (albeit fairly incompatible otherwise). Little do they know the Chancellor is purposefully setting them up for disaster as he knows the big secret - Obi-Wan is in fact an alpha! Anticipating the marriage will end in violence and subsequently destroy the Jedi’s standing in the Republic, what the Chancellor doesn’t know is that Anakin is also harbouring a secret designation: omega. 🤯

This work is STUNNING. It’s a slow burn in the best possible way; packed with feels, politics, so many beloved clone wars characters, omegaverse, humour, smut, whump, *costumes*, and so much more. It’s literally a novel. Like, it’s the actual full thing. Huge fav!

Let me be that I am (Omegaverse AU | 2 chapters | Continuing (hopefully!)

Set 1 year after the events of Conceal Me What I Am, this follow up gives a glimpse into Obi-Wan and Anakin’s lives now that their secrets are out & they are living as a mated pair in earnest. *Spoiler alert* Anakin unexpectedly gets preg - which immediately makes it my favourite type of fic. Plus the writing and details and smut are just as sublime as the first instalment in the series, so it’s really just the pinnacle for me. I really, REALLY hope there are more chapters in the future because this is the 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓉 🥲

For Pleasure series / by @himboskywalker

Clone Wars era | 2 works | Continuing (I think)

During a mission to infiltrate a slaver’s ring, Obi-Wan, acting as slaver, is forced to demonstrate how well Anakin, acting as slave, can take punishment. Unexpectedly, Anakin is able to take it very, very well indeed 👀💦

A very sexy lil series that gets added to approx. once a year. It’s non omegaverse/preg related (which makes it very off-brand for me oh la la) but just so bloody well written that I think anyone would enjoy regardless of their ~preferences. Literally, it focuses on spanking/public humiliation kink, which is not something I’ve ever really considered or been interested in per se, but I was SO on board with it during this fic. As always, hats off to the writer (particularly for work #2, you had me!).

Oh, Where Do We Begin? / by ZenyZootSuit (Ao3)

Clone Wars era | 21 chapters | Continuing

There’s so much included in this one (as you can tell by the chapter count!) and it’s all so brilliantly done. Set in an AU where Anakin is living with bipolar disorder and Obi-Wan battles with alcoholism, key events from the prequels and Clone Wars canon are incorporated throughout this odyssey (e.g., Attack of the Clones, Rako Hardeen arch, etc). This writer *loves* angst and drama, plus a healthy serve of whump, so be warned there are death scenes, tears, relapses, and battle injuries - but there is also lots of humour, feels, and truly impressive smut ❤️‍🔥 It’s not omegaverse but it does incorporate mpreg (which obvs is a huge tick for me) as well as a very dramatic birth. All the fav characters are in there too, Padmé, Ahsoka, Rex, the 501st, the 212nd... Big recommend!

what’s mine is your is ours / by @tennessoui

Omegaverse canon-divergence | 2 chapters | Complete

The council calls in Obi-Wan to breaks some very unexpected news: Anakin is with child, and it’s his! But wait, it can’t be - they weren’t...? Ah, we love a force-willed pregnancy moment to spur on a relationship ❤️

This is a relatively short, very sublime gift fic that is *chef’s kiss* 3 Michelin star omegaverse smut 😙👌 I’m aware people have diff preferences when it comes to omegaverse ~anatomy, and this one does a great job of touching on everything a little bit without leaning too heavily on any specific trope.

Sidebar, if you’re not already following Tennessoui on tumblr (and keeping an eye on their Ao3), firstly shame on you! But secondly, do yourself a favour; read through their backlog too, they’re constantly creating and updating fics, responding to prompts and engaging with AUs. It’s fabulous and lots of fun! They also do commissions (an opportunity which I may or may not have jumped at 🤫)

#Obikin #fanfic recommendations #omegaverse #mpreg #omega!anakin #squick tag: a/b/o #canon divergence #replies #obikin fanfiction #I'm aware these are all super popular already #but as I said I am ~learning~#also any writers I've tagged #apologies if this isn't custom & I should have asked first!#I still don't really understand tumblr sorry #plz let me know if you'd prefer not to be tagged/have your work linked in this way!#ao3 #alpha!obiwan

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👋 + Hayashi Lark for the ask game!

Thanks so much for asking about my girl, Hadley!! (And I’ll also tag the other One Piece babes @auxiliarydetective and @oneirataxia-girl. <3 <3)

Luffy — Luffy absolutely adores Lark, the same way he adores all the other Straw Hats. He thinks she’s super strong for being able to run away from the World Government when being their songbird was all she’d ever known, and on top of that he thinks she’s just a really funny and cool person with an amazing singing voice. (They definitely eventually develop something of a brother-sister bond over time, too, because they just love each other and would do anything for each other.)

Nami — Nami is a bit unsure about Lark when Luffy first offers to help her run away and join the Straw Hats, mainly because of her reputation as the World Government’s perfect little propaganda machine. She thinks that Lark might genuinely believe all the things she sings about, and for a little bit she’s not exactly sure that Lark joining the crew isn’t some kind of ploy for the World Government to infiltrate pirate society. But eventually she realizes just how used Lark has been her entire life and how much she honestly wanted to get away (something she herself can relate to, even if that isn’t revealed until later), and though they never exactly become best friends, Lark does become someone Nami respects and whose back she will always have in a fight.

Usopp — Usopp thinks Lark is super cool from the first moment he meets her. As a storyteller himself, he really admires her songwriting skills once she feels brave enough to show the other Straw Hats her notebooks, and might even try to convince her to make a song out of one of his crazy Captain Usopp stories. He also teaches her how to use a slingshot when she asks, which is a fun bonding experience for them, and overall the two of them become really cool, funny storytelling besties.

Zoro — Zoro does not really respect Lark at all at first, mainly because she has zero fighting skills and he doesn’t understand why Luffy would allow her to join the crew when she’d be useless in a fight. Eventually, though, he starts to realize how strong and determined she truly is, two qualities he can’t help but respect, and he becomes so fond of her witty jokes and the little songs she makes up when she’s just doing things around the ship, even though he’d never admit it. He makes a promise to himself to do his best to protect her, and he keeps it even after Sanji teaches her to fight (and even though he always gets so annoyed when she refuses to get rid of her pretty dresses and get some clothes more practical for fighting, and then she still manages to fight really well in those dresses).

Sanji — Now, when I tell you that Sanji thinks of Lark as the best person in the world, I am very much not kidding. He’s been head over heels for her since that first moment he sees her sing at Baratie, and he doesn’t really see that changing anytime soon, even after they get together. He would do anything for Lark, would give everything to keep her safe and happy, especially after everything she’s already been through, and he spends a lot of his time being grateful that she feels the same way about him. (She’s even the only Straw Hat he trusts to even stand beside him in the kitchen and hand him ingredients, which is the ultimate sign of just how much he loves her.)

send me 👋 + an oc and i’ll tell you what the canon characters in their fandom think about them!!

#asks about my ocs #oc: hayashi lark

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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 3

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): it’s cliche it’s trash i don’t care oh no the heating in our apartment is broken guess we’d better cuddle

Word Count: 2.8K

Story Description: It's cold and the radiator in the cabin doesn't work. Will (Y/N)'s plans for the night be ruined?

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader

Warnings: a whiff of smut, bad language

A/N: i'm gonna be honest, i have not watched the last season of stranger things, so I'm still in the season 3 mentality. this fic will be set in December after everything that went down on that season (obvs Jim isn't a prisoner and the Byers and El don't move to California)💖 and whoops, I'm late, but there's a bonus coming in a bit 😉

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That's One Way to Get Warm

Hawkins, Indiana got cold. Far too cold for comfort and your heating system not working would be a devastation like no other. The very dilemma (Y/N) was facing at that very moment.

But her day didn’t start that way.

It had actually started quite normal – as normal as it could be with a kid that has biokinetic powers.

They had all had a hell of a year. The Russian infiltration in Hawkins; fighting the Mindslayer; closing the door to the Upside Down; almost losing Jim; Mike and El becoming an item, then not, then yes once more.

The last two had been the hardest for (Y/N). She had been taking care of Eleven alongside Hopper since he’d taken her in during winter the year before. By that time Hopper and she had just been friends – close friends, but nothing more. He had trusted her with the secret that the girl was out of the upside down and she offered to help him take care of El.

During that time they grew closer than they thought they could. (Y/N) was younger than Hopper and they knew the town would talk – small towns always talk. But they couldn’t help what they felt. And when El went missing they only had each other to lean on. So, that’s what they did.

It didn’t take long for them to finally admit their feelings for one another. Soon thereafter El reappeared in Hawkins. And after defeating more otherworldly creatures, the three of them became a family. And, at least on paper, Jane Hopper was theirs.

The three of them learned something new day by day. (Y/N) learned how to be a mother, El learned how to live and function in society, and Jim Hopper learned patience. So. Much. Patience. In the blink of an eye, he had gone from a lone wolf bachelor to living with his girlfriend and his adopted child. And even though he would not have traded his present life for anything, it took him some time to get used to it – old habits die hard.

Yet they all found their rhythm as a family. It wasn’t long until they felt like a unit. And when their summer from hell came to an end, they were grateful they had each other to fall back onto. It brought them closer than they ever thought possible.

As the months passed, they started having ‘normal’ family problems. Who left an almost empty jug of milk in the fridge; Hopper forgetting special dates; Eggo waffles being finished far too fast; El going out with friends on a school night; El going out with Mike.

The latter was the hardest for Jim and (Y/N). El was growing quickly before their eyes. Although they were not her birth parents, they had been by her side through milestones no other parent would understand. And she was their daughter.

“Okay, honey. You’ve got your gift?” (Y/N) asked El as she was preparing to leave her in Mike’s house for the party’s little Christmas party.

“Yes,” El smiled.

“And Mrs. Wheeler is gonna take you home at nine o’clock, correct?”

“Yes, (Y/N/N),” she chuckled at her surrogate mother’s persistence. “Can I go now?”

“Yes, honey,” (Y/N) smiled and hugged her from the driver’s side of the car. “Have fun. I love you!”

“Love you too! Bye!” El called out as she ran from the car to the front door, trying her best to avoid the snowy weather.

As soon as the girl was inside the house, (Y/N) felt confident enough to drive back home. When she got to the cabin, the sun had completely gone. The trail to the cabin had started to get filled with snow and the windows had started to get frosted.

The thing (Y/N) loved the most about the cold was being able to warm up comfortably. Sometimes it was with a warm and thick blanket, other times with a nice fire, and there were other times when she warmed up by partaking in… physical activities. But the radiator was always on.

It was a small cabin, so it didn’t take much to warm up the space. Still, there was nothing better than the radiator. The little machine was a godsend during Indiana winters. Those were simply unforgivable.

(Y/N) wrapped her jacket close to her body as she walked from the warm car to the porch. Snowflakes landed on her hair, melting quickly after contact, dampening her hair a little. As her hands shook, she dug through her bag for the house keys. She could already hear Hop telling her to keep the car keys and the house keys together so she didn’t have to fumble for them.

“But if I lost my car keys, I would lose the home keys as well,” (Y/N) repeats the story herself the same answer she always gave him. This time she was regretting it. “Screw you, Hop.”

Seconds after, she finally fished out the silver keys.

She entered the cabin promptly after, hanging her coat onto the hook and shaking off the snow that had dropped on her. Without thinking much of it, (Y/N) made a beeline for the radiator. The house had become freezing inside in the few minutes she had gone to leave El at the Wheeler’s house. And she wanted Hopper and El to come home to a warm and cozy house.

(Y/N) was a woman with a plan. She would turn on the radiator, put some cookies in to bake, set the fireplace, and wait for her family to come home. It was a nice and perfect plan. Until the radiator didn’t switch on. She turned the valve to the utter end and nothing happened.

“You’ve got to be kidding me?!” (Y/N) yelled out. She had no idea how to fix anything, it was too late to call someone to repair it, and she wanted — needed — heat. So, she called the next best thing. “Hey, Flo. Is Hopper by chance still there?”

“Oh, hello, (Y/N/N),” she chirped. “I’m afraid he already left.”

“Shoot. How long ago?”

“About fifteen minutes already, I think. Is everything okay?”

“Is there a chance you know how to fix a radiator, Flo? Ours is shot.”

“Oh, honey, I can barely work a phone as it is,” she joked. “But I’m sure Hop will be there soon enough.”

“I just hope he doesn’t break it further,” (Y/N) laughed. “You know how he gets.”

“Well, then, start a fire by now cause God knows that man knows how to break things more than he knows how to fix them.” Flo’s laughter rang through the phone, and she couldn’t help but join in. “I’ll tell Randy to go check up on it tomorrow.”

“Alright, Flo, thanks. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you as well, honey.”

As she hung up the receiver, all (Y/N) could do was let out a yell of frustration. Hopper would be home in the next ten to fifteen minutes, which meant ten to fifteen of freezing temperatures. So, she took Flo’s advice and started building a fire in the fireplace. Everything she touched was cold, frozen by the weather outside.

Putting on a jacket and finally getting the fire lit, she tried to do what she had planned. But she could feel the cold seeping into her bones, begging her to sit on the couch in front of the fire. Still, she fought through it and was able to put the cookies in the oven, to at least do one of the things she had planned for.

As she was closing the oven, the front door swung open, and Jim stepped through with a smile on his face. Until he noticed it was as cold inside as it was outside.

“Uh, baby, why isn’t the radiator on?” Hopper asked. “It’s freezing in here.”

“Well, your trusty radiator is broken so we’re stuck with just the fireplace,” she responded. “I was thinking we could put some comforters on the floor, some pillows, and we could all hang out in front of the fireplace tonight. Until we can call someone to repair it tomorrow.”

“Why would we call anyone? I can fix it.”

(Y/N) bit her tongue, not wanting to say anything that could offend him. She knew it would end badly, but she would thoroughly enjoy the journey. She knew her boyfriend would become frustrated with the radiator and eventually break some part of it, which would they then end up replacing the whole thing. She just liked to see him fight with inanimate objects.

He fetched the tool bag from outside, plopping himself in front of the machine. Hopper started by twisting the valve, testing in fact that it wouldn’t turn on. Then, he started twisting bolts that did not need to be tightened. After, he resorted to hitting the pipe that connected the radiator to the valve.

“Um, Hop, I don’t think that’s gonna do anything,” (Y/N) finally chimed in. “We can just call someone tomorrow.”

“You don’t think I can do it?” Hopper grumbled. “We don’t have to spend money paying someone else when I know I can fix it. Just give me a sec.”

(Y/N) could see his eyebrows furrowing, annoyance growing inside him. Nothing he did seemed to work, not even shaking the old machine. Out of frustration, he kept hitting the pipes harder and harder until one of them broke.

“FU-UCK!” Hopper yelled out as he slammed the tools to the floor.

“Hop,” (Y/N) called out lovingly from the couch. “Come here.”

“I can’t fucking believe this. This old piece of sh…”

“Baby, come here.”

Finally, the man looked up, any anger he had quickly dissipated when he gazed at her. Hopper got up from the floor, defeatedly walking toward her. He sat next to her, his head in his hands.

“I’ll call up Randy tomorrow morning to see if there’s any point to repair it,” he sighed. “I should’ve just listened to you and left it alone.”

“It’s fine, Flo already called him,” she chuckled. “I love you, Hop, but you’re not good at fixing stuff like this.”

“So, you had no faith in me?”

“Not precisely,” she grinned. “You’re good at so many things, but not this.”

Hopper faked being angry — he did feel a bit offended that his girlfriend didn’t believe in him. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, a scowl plastered on his face. He avoided her gaze, knowing he would break the moment he looked into her eyes.

“Oh, come on, Hop. You don’t need to act offended.” (Y/N) bit back her laughter, not wanting to anger him further. She knew exactly how to change his mood quickly. She moved until she was sat next to him, running her fingers across his arms. “Look on the bright side. We can cuddle on the couch until El gets home.”

It didn’t take much for a mischievous grin to appear on Hopper’s face. Especially when (Y/N) planted a kiss on his lips. He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her over him until she was straddling his lap. She let out a gleeful shriek and circled her arms around his neck, lowering her head to meet his lips once again.

“I have an idea on how we can heat up without the radiator,” he grinned. “Might make up for the fact that I broke it.”

“Very funny, baby,” she purred as his beard tickled her neck. He left a trail of kisses from her jaw down to her neck, biting slightly. Just enough to not leave a mark. “But El’s gonna be home soon, and I don’t wanna traumatize her just yet with that kind of thing.”

“But she won’t be here for another…” he looked at his watch. “Another twenty minutes. We can definitely have some fun until then."

“Don’t start something we can’t finish, baby,” she whined against him. (Y/N) was getting warmer. Partly because of the fireplace, but mostly from Hopper. She could feel her want growing – she could also feel him growing, – but she knew they couldn’t go on. Thankfully, the oven beeped. “We should seriously stop, Hop. Either way, I need to get the cookies out of the oven.”

“Oh you’re such a tease,” he groaned as she got off him. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“I don’t know. Think of something else,” she laughed. “Now, help me get the comforters and the pillows out to the living room.”

As (Y/N) placed the cookies on a rack to cool, Hopper started moving the furniture to make space for the bed cover and pillows. He brought out as many blankets as he could and placed them all on the floor, creating two makeshift beds on the floor.

“You know, I was thinking,” Hopper called out.

“That’s never good,” she chuckled.

“Normally, no,” he joined in the laughter. “But I’ve been thinking it’s time we start upsizing.”

“Upsizing? What are you talking about, baby?”

“You know, expanding.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying, Hop?”

He joined her in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her toward him. He looked down intently into her eyes. “What do you think I’m saying?”

“Bigger house.” He nodded and kissed her temple. “Bigger… family?” He nodded again, kissing her cheek. “Finally a ring on my finger?”

And he smiled brightly as he nodded, kissing her lips passionately. “I’d say it’s about time.”

“That is the greatest gift ever, Hop.”

“I wanna talk it over with El first, though. Make sure she’s part of this transition.”

Before she could answer, a honk beeped from outside.

“We can ask her now,” (Y/N) smiled. “She’s here.”

She kissed his cheek and exited the cabin. Outside, Mrs. Wheeler smiled at the woman, waving her hand from the car as Eleven exited the car. The girl said goodbye to the woman and skipped over to (Y/N)’s side where they watched as Mike’s mother drove away.

“Did you have fun, honey?” (Y/N) asked her as they walked inside.

“Yes. Max gave me an Eggo ornament,” she smiled. “Can it go on the tree?”

“Absolutely!”

“Hey, kiddo!” Hopper called out. “How was it today?”

“Fun,” she responded. “I have a waffle ornament. Goes on the tree.”

“Well that’s fun,” he replied, unsure of what to say.

As she placed the lacquered ornament onto the tree, she commented, “It’s cold.”

“Yeah, well, the radiator is kind of broken,” (Y/N) replied. “But I was thinking since the heat is out, we could sleep in front of the fireplace tonight. Before we can eat cookies, snuggle up on the sofa, and watch a Christmas movie. Make a whole thing out of it.”

“Sounds fun,” she responded. “Where do I put ornament?”

“Anywhere you want, honey.”

El levitated the ornament, placing it on the highest point, making sure no one would miss it. A smile spread onto her face, proud of her gift and her work. After, she went into her room to change into her pajamas and later helped (Y/N) plate the cookies while Hopper changed out of his uniform.

A couple of minutes later, the three of them were under thick blankets watching Miracle on 34th Street. Half of the cookies were done and three glasses of milk at different fill heights. And as the movie finished, and they were all slightly crying, Hopper spoke up.

“Hey, kiddo, there’s something we wanted to talk to you about something,” he started and only continued when she gave him all her attention. "(Y/N) and I were thinking that it was time for us to start expanding. Buy a bigger house, get married, maybe have a baby. What do you think about that?”

“With me?” El asked worriedly.

“Absolutely, honey,” (Y/N) answered quickly. “We would never think of a future without you. El, you are our daughter now and forever. Don’t ever doubt that.”

(Y/N) took the girl into her arms and gave her a tight hug, one Hopper joined after, his big arms surrounding them both. Tears were streaming from (Y/N)’s eyes and she wasn’t sure if it was from the movie or what El had asked.

“I would like it,” she said after. “Big house, a brother or sister. Big, happy family.”

Once they were all settled on their respective makeshift beds on the floor and El was deeply asleep, Hopper placed a soft kiss on (Y/N)’s lips. On his face, a huge smile danced, his eyes full of love.

“What was that for?” (Y/N) chuckled tiredly.

“For everything,” he sighed contentedly. “For our future, for helping me with El even if you didn’t have to, for putting up with me, for giving me a chance, for…”

(Y/N) gave him another kiss to stop his rambling. “I wouldn’t change this for the world, Hop. You, El, and whatever comes next, that’s my forever,” she smiled. “And take tomorrow off. El is gonna be gone for the whole day.”

With a grin on his face, he responded, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

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thesweetnessofspring · 5 months

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hiii!

I'm new to the hunger games fandom and I haven't read the books just watched the thg movies over the weekend and there's just something I can't figure out and has been bothering me 😫

so in the first movie, Katniss starts the game alone but Peeta is shown teaming up with district 1 and 2. I couldn't really understand why this happened? is it to keep an eye on district 1 and 2 bcs they were their biggest threat? or did Haymitch tell him to? I do know that he was on her side from the beginning, but am I missing something?

(I just searched the tags here and yours was one of the top pages that popped up that had answered anon questions so I thought I'd ask here but pls don't feel like you have to answer and sorry for disturbing if this is like really weird 😅)

Hi nonny! Not weird at all, otherwise I wouldn't have my anon on!

First, let me say:

So glad to have you joining our fandom! If you liked the movies I highly suggest reading/listening to the books, there is even more to love there!

You've pretty much got it down. We don't know exactly what went down between Peeta and Haymitch while they were strategizing, but we have some good ideas about why they chose this strategy.

First, Peeta's main goal is to get Katniss home. Katniss is a survivor and did well finding food, water, shelter, etc. given the situation. They knew she wouldn't need help there, at least not any Peeta could offer. While getting a training score of 11 is helpful for sponsors, it also put a target on her back, especially with the "Careers" who are the tributes from District 1 and District 2, and sometimes District 4 (the girl tribute from 4 is briefly in the books, but they removed her from being part of the Career pack in the movies). Peeta infiltrated their group to protect Katniss, working them from the inside instead of the outside. Peeta is physically strong and a wrestler, but his real strength is his powers of persuasion. We see him use this when getting the Careers to camp out and wait for Katniss to come down from the tree rather than continue to attack her. This gave her the time and bearings to get some burn cream, rest, and figure out a plan. And then, when it came down to it, Peeta put his body in front of Cato's to give Katniss an opportunity to escape, so he was likely expecting to at some point being a physical protector for the much smaller, fights-at-a-distance Katniss.

Basically, it was all strategy to protect Katniss against her biggest threat using the greatest strengths at Peeta's disposal.

#anon ask #peeta mellark

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elephant-in-the-pride-parade · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I have been tagged by @timetravelbypen, yayyyy!! :D

1. How many works do you have on AO3?:

2. What's your total AO3 word count?:

1,521,662

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Sailor Moon, Star Trek: Voyager, Star Trek: Prodigy, And one Harry Potter story, the xover.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Parent Trap (301)

Sailor Moon H: Order of the Phoenix (283)

Sailor Moon H: Half-Blood Prince (217)

Out of Reach (currently taken down) (150)

Eden's Deception (149)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to respond to comments. I especially love when people have questions or want hints about what comes next.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

HAHAHAHAHA oh boy. Um... you... you want me to choose just one? hmmm... Alright so honestly I think while Afterimage and What Even is Three Minutes did numbers on the J/C crowd, nothing tops the cliffhangers at the end of Sailor Moon H: Half-Blood Prince in terms of how much angst they induced in readers. The double whammy: (1) the youngest senshi getting turned into a horcrux and taken hostage by Bellatrix Lestrange and (2) Morgana Avery, the OC whom I had carefully crafted to be a character you loved burning up her boyfriend's shop with dark magic and then casting the Dark Mark in order to infiltrate the death eaters as an undercover spy... My betas and I were taking bets on whether I'd get readers coming after me with pitch forks for that one.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

There's a few contenders but I don't think any happiness quite compares to Captain Kathryn Janeway in The Captain's Secret Santa, getting a puppy for Christmas.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

A smattering of memorable flames which I try to save to reflect back on when I need a good laugh.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

*opens trench coat* Smut you say? Well gosh golly gee. What in the blazes could that be? SMUT. Funny word. Hmmm. I'm not sure I know anything about that.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have written exactly two. Sailor Delta is on hold for the moment because the other one Sailor Moon H has one story to go. And i think if there were an award for craziest crossover I would submit that one and have a good chance to be in the running. It would win on craziest word count and probably on shenanigans too. And then it had the nerve to give itself a real plot. I started that as a crack fic and it got a mind of its own. And I am still writing it 8 years later XD.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I had all of my unlocked works on AO3 gobbled up by the initial crawl that Open AI used to build Chat GPT and that SUCKED. Not because it's been reproduced wholesale but because they'll use my hard work to make millions of dollars and all of the writers who were included in that dataset are both uncredited and uncompensated. I don't think I've ever had a fic stolen by another human. But if you do see what looks like my fic anywhere fishy, kindly let me know!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No one has but I would be open to it!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've co-written a few!

One for a challenge with @magdalenejaneway,

one with Dawn47 when I was there as a Shakespeare assist.

memorable live-writing adventures with @trekflower. (one of my favorite people to write sexy fic with.)

And the longest one, which I am still so impressed we finished (and still one of my favorite things to reread) was the big Threshold AU Season 7 with @jellybeansarecool

I've talked about cowriting with @theredheadedcaptain but we both agreed that given our penchant for massively long fics that combining both of those tendencies was a very dangerously large project to contemplate XD

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

J/C is very near and dear to my heart but so is the Outer Senshi OT3 and I could never choose between them.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I am determined to finish all of my WIPs. Yes even SMH. Yes I know its been going on for 8 years. I am SLOW, okay. SLOW. Not lost. I know precisely how I want that thing to go.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I don't like tooting my own horn but okay... I feel confident in my ability to plot a long fic and see it through. In my ability to write something that brings you to your knees with emotion. And I do a damn good villain speech.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Time management. Word Count management. Oneshots.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Depends if it's there to be understood in context or there to stand out as not understood. I'd write dialogue in another language if it was there to be understood. I'd gloss over it if the intention was that the character and reader shouldnt understand it. I also wouldnt do it for whole lines of dialogue unless it was for a very good reason. Would prefer to throw in only the untranslateable words or to use greetings/honorifics and other smaller phrasal cues to indicate which language is being spoken.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

W.I.T.C.H. in 2009-2010

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Two:

I fell in love with writing The Universe to Mend this year and I've already re-read it once since finishing it in October. It brought me so much joy. It was such a fun challenge. and I think it was some of the best character work I've ever done.

While I wince when I re-read some of the typos, Pax Lunae was still the first ever story that I felt proud of and that remains true today. It was a challenge to dive into the lore of Sailor Moon and create something that could be canon. It was also the first fic I could hold up and say "Hey! I wrote something the length of a novel. I could write a novel" And I like to reread it to remember that feeling. Someday I'll have a chance to clean up some of the spelling too..

Alrighty let's see. I want to tag @theredheadedcaptain @divinemissem13 @jellybeansarecool and @curator-on-ao3 if they'd like to take a crack at it. and anyone else who follows me and wants to - go for it!.

#that writing life #elephantwrites #fanfiction #writing

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sexyinaratkindaway · 10 months

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Hiccups

Rating: E

Fandom: Karmaland SMP

Pairing: Alexis | Quackity/Borja Luzuriaga Vazquez | Luzugames

Tags: mayor arc, Post-Betrayal, Intoxication, Alcohol, Jealousy, Sexual Dysfunction, Erectile Dysfunction, boot kink, Daddy Kink, Trans Male Character, Trans Alexis | Quackity, Foot Jobs, Humiliation, Enemy Lovers, Friends to Enemies, Service Top, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Banter, Desperation, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Bird Hybrid Alexis | Quackity, vague puppy play, Coming In Pants, Pet Names, Topping from the Bottom, Dom/sub Undertones, Desk Sex, Introspection, i cant stress this enough this fic is about luzu being 40 and not being able to get it up

Summary: A heartbroken terrorist infiltrates Mayor Luzu's office in the dead of night.

Whatever shall he do.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48189907

His office stinks. Of shitty, too-strong room fragrance, of paper and drying ink. Of stress, and sweat.

Of liquor.

He needs windows in this room, Luzu thinks, not for the first time, pours another finger of golden whiskey in his tumbler and knocks it back. The ice in it has long melted; he has no idea how many fingers of whiskey he’s had tonight, and the words on the paper in his hands have definitely melted into messy swirls.

Then, something changes in the air. A flutter of wings, softness of down and wool, scars and delirious, heartbroken betrayal.

“Quackity,” he says, and then presses his lips tight together, and words escape him.

From torchlit shadow, his duckling slowly comes into view. He doesn’t even want to know how he managed to slip in the room unnoticed.

“Luzu.” He replies, and in his mouth, his name sounds like a curse. He wishes he could hear him call his name like he used to again, when he managed to make it sound like music.

“Are you here to kill me,” Luzu asks, slow, “Or did you get my message?”

“You wanted to see me,” Quackity spits out. He looks so small in front of his desk; Luzu tries to imagine him sitting behind it and fails, “So here I am.”

“I wanted to see you,” Luzu repeats, and he’s tired, tired, tired. “During work hours. On the record.”

“Tough nuts.” Quackity hops over the desk, and suddenly they’re close, so close, Luzu can smell everything on him, the vague scent of soap on his skin, cocoa on his hair, coffee on his breath, something dark in dark eyes that he can’t really make out in the dark room, and he really needs windows, because Quackity would be much prettier under natural light, bathed in silver moon rays, or even better, sunshine that paints him golden; that, or his own eyes itch and ache from too much torchlight. “You’re an idiot if you seriously thought I was gonna come in your fucking lion’s den of an office in broad daylight, surrounded by your lackeys. This can be on the record, if you want it to be.”

He wishes he’d gone to refill his eye drops.

He’ll do it tomorrow.

Tonight, Quackity’s sitting on his desk, on all his important documents, bracketing Luzu with his thighs, warm and strong under dark denim, and he is drunk and weak and tired and the boy in front of him hates him but he loves him so much his lungs ache with it.

“Just give me Osito Bimbo back,” Quackity murmurs, and suddenly he sounds so tired, too, no longer combative, no longer fiery; now he’s a kid asking for his plushie back. “You know what I want, and I know you won’t give it to me. That poor animal has nothing to do with this.”

“Your bear is fine, Quacks, I promise you–”

A whirlwind presses against him, stinking of rage and violence and a little bit of chocolate, and Quackity’s on him, noses brushing together, clawed hands fisted in his nice waistcoat; Quackity caws a dangerous noise deep in his throat, chittering with threat, and Luzu stares at the sharp teeth poking at him from between chapped, bitten lips and yearns .

“You don’t get to call me that,” Quackity hisses, “not anymore.”

They stand face to face for a second, that stretches into two, into five, into minutes and hours, days and years, and when Luzu blinks no time has passed at all.

He wants.

So he takes.

He cups Quackity’s cheeks in his hands, rises from his chair— skreeeech, go the metal legs on the wooden floor—to push him flat on the desk and bite into his mouth. Quackity deflates quickly under him, his arms wrap around Luzu’s neck like they belong there, because they do , and, belatedly, the low undercurrent of guilt about fucking Quackity that engulfs him every time he isn’t fucking Quackity—he’s so young, Christ, he could be his son— wanes into the background noise of his brain, lost in the pleased, surprised trill that jumps out of Quackity’s willing throat. They kiss like men starved, because they are; they haven’t seen each other since election day, last week; they haven’t fucked since the night before election day, and there are faint, fading bruises on Quackity’s skin, low enough that the collar of his fancy little powder blue shirt wouldn’t show the shapes of teeth. He’s not wearing the powder blue shirt tonight. His shirt is white, looks much cheaper, and, unbuttoned to the second button, exposes the hollow of a slender throat, sharp clavicles under thin, bite-marred skin, a golden chain, a faint peek on smattering of hair, so hidden that catching a glimpse of it feels sacrilegious.

Luzu lays peck after peck on Quackity’s lips, and groans, grateful, when a rough little tongue presses against the seam of his lips, opens his mouth to let his lover in and delights in how he licks inside his mouth, aggressive and ravenous and seeking to claim, and Luzu lets himself be claimed, if it means that, for a moment, he can pretend that the past week hasn’t happened and everything is normal.

Christ, the boy looks good like this. Spread out on his desk, cheeks flush, eyes wavering, lips red and puffy and slick. It reminds Luzu of every other time he’s had him spread out somewhere, flush and wanting for him, in his own bed, in Quackity’s, in caves and creeks and in alleys and on benches and in trees and in the church and one very memorable time in Rubius’ bed.

They fuck far too much for all the loop-de-loops Luzu’s internal organs do every time he looks at Quackity. By now things should be simple; they should have it figured out. This whole ‘elections’ business has definitely thrown a wrench in the mess that is their relationship.

“Don’t think this changes anything,” Quackity breathes, and he’s back in his stupid fucking too-dark office, and his duckling wants him dead.

“I know it doesn’t,” Luzu replies, though it hurts his heart, and dips his head low to bury under Quackity’s chin and mouth at the soft skin there, “But I really need this, duckling, please.”

Something softens in Quackity then, fingers are snaking in his hair and holding tight, pulling him from his warm little crook for another kiss, and another, and another. Luzu follows his lead, grateful, for once, for the distraction, for the skin against his own making him forget the pounding headache and the swirling intoxication and all his worldly problems. Quackity tends to have that effect on him.

He rises higher on his feet, bends low over Quackity until he’s draped his whole self on top of him and lets himself sigh deep in his lips as he slots neatly in the mountains and valleys of the little body under his, familiar like the kisses they’re sharing. He thrusts against the warm space between Quackity’s legs, the boy doesn’t react, and, with a start, he realises something is horrendously off.

Quackity bites his lip, and a hand snakes its merry way down the front of Luzu’s pants just as he tries to pull away, desperately.

A snicker, low and mean, when Quackity gropes at his trousers and finds his dick painfully soft.

“Ohh, duckling, I really need this”, he says, voice pitched high, mocking, “and then you can’t even get it up for me? Luzu, I’m kinda offended.

He tries to stutter something out, an apology, an excuse. Quackity is undoing his belt one-handed, and he shouldn’t be surprised that Quackity isn’t put off by this, but he is.

“Maybe I had to much too drink,” he settles on, but it’s stammered and far too shivery to not betray the charming smile he tries on for size. Quackity chuckles, and all is right in the world.

“Or maybe you’re just too old. Off to the retirement home with you, old man.”

Luzu laughs, too, but the laughter slowly slowly dies on his hips as his lover pulls his trousers undone and slips his hand in his boxers, to wrap around him. It feels good, though faint, warm and a bit calloused the way Quackity’s hands always are, and Luzu hisses at the drag and pull, too dry and just perfect because it’s Quackity.

Quackity, who keeps jerking him off even if it’s difficult to finagle the two of them and reach that far as Luzu drops back down to bite kisses in his skin, high on his adam’s apple now because he doesn’t have to be presentable for electoral debates anymore, and he still won’t get fucking hard. It feels good, of course it does, it feels amazing, Quackity’s skin is soft and musky with sweat under his teeth and his hand is growing slick on his cock, it leaves him gasping, breathless, and he won’t get hard and it’s frustrating them both.

“How much have you had to drink?” Quackity asks, disbelief in the tilt of his voice.

“Not so much that I don’t know what I want,” Luzu replies, and Quackity snorts.

“But, obviously enough that you won’t get it up for real.”

"I can get it up," Luzu snarls, but it's half hearted.

He looks down at the angel caged between his arms, wrist snapping to jerk him off, eyes all fiery focus, the little notch in his kiss-red lips he is so cagey about twisted with his sneer. Laid on his mayoral desk, his place of power, that he has pined so much for. He is so beautiful and Luzu has never been more aroused.

He is barely getting started on a chub.

"I can get it up," he says, again, low and defeated, and Quackity tsks. His hand leaves, and Luzu's world crumbles down on his shoulders.

"This was a waste of time," his voice is cutting, mean. He glances at the bottle by his side as he holds himself up on his elbows, grabs the neck of it to squint at the label. "Getting so drunk on the good stuff on a Monday night… You've let yourself go, Luzu."

Quackity takes a swig from the crystal bottle of his best fucking whisky, and Luzu is struck by the peculiar need to chase the drop of amber liquid on his chin with his tongue.

The warm weight under him shifts, then, and Luzu knows that Quackity is going to leave him alone in this fucking office again and he can't take it.

"Wait," he gasps, "wait, Quacks," his hands grip slender hips and hold him still, he kisses Quackity, again and again and again until they're both breathless, "Don't go yet."

"There’s nothing here for me to do," Quackity snarls, a mean grin pressed against Luzu's lips, "You can’t even get hard enough to fuck me."

"Let me eat you out," God, he sounds pathetic, "Please, angel, let me eat you out."

He needs it like air. If tonight he doesn’t get to feel Quackity, scorching and vice tight around him, he’s sure he’s going to drop dead or do something dangerous, and he’s sure it shows on his face.

Quackity looks up at him, his eyebrows slowly walk towards his hairline.

"Shit," he gasps out laughter, "you really are pathetic. Sure, whatever. I'm sure your tongue still works, if nothing else."

Luzu nods, frantic, and his hands fly to undo the button of Quackity's jeans, pull them and his boxers down to his ankles, because he is not coordinated enough right now to undo shoelaces.

The first sight of Quackity's belly button, his happy trail, the cloud of curly dark hair that hides his cunt from the world, is like a balm for Luzu's tired eyes, and he pulls his hair out of his face, drops down to bury in his belly. He sits back on his chair, heavy; despite the mocking little coos coming out of Quackity's lips, his knees close around his ears to pull him down where he's needed, and, Christ, he smells intoxicating so up close, Luzu wants to be buried between those thighs and never come up again. He lays a kiss on the sparse hair on Quackity’s tummy, another and another, his hands rise up to go bury in his duckling’s bush, and despite himself, Quackity hums a pleased noise when Luzu’s thumbs find his lips, warm and delicate, and pull them apart to expose sensitive sensitive flesh to cold, stale air, look down at him like this, exposed and willing. Despite all his ribbing, his cunt is soft and puffy and slick, cock peeking out plump and full from his lips, and Luzu is glad that, somehow, even in his pathetic, drunken haze he has it in himself to turn Quackity on. That, or the whisky is stronger than he thought.

He runs a thumb along a sensitive lip, up the flowery, jagged edge to swipe lightly at his cockhead, and Quackity shivers above him, beautiful. The knee hooked on his shoulder pushes him down, and he gladly complies.

“So pretty,” he hears a murmur, and only belatedly realises that it’s coming from him, and then he opens his lips and lets his duckling in.

Quackity moans, a crackly sound almost like a trill, and his leg spasms at the first feel of a warm tongue on his folds, and Luzu gets to work. These are well mapped waters for him, for the two of them; nibble at his labia minora that way he likes until he's keening panicked noises, circle his entrance with the tip of a tongue that drives him crazy, kiss the skin around his cock while barely touching it until he's pulling on Luzu's hair, insistent and petulant, and Luzu caves in.

He eats him like starved, starved of the musk and the salty taste and the broken noises Quackity is trilling above him, and he wishes, desperately, that his mouth was free so he could go to him, pull their cheeks close and whisper filthy little nothings to him, how handsome he is, how lovely he sounds, how tight his pretty little cunt around Daddy's fat cock, you love it, don't you, sunshine, my little angel? You like it when Daddy splits you open on his cock until you cry?

And he can't, because his mouth is busy wringing an orgasm out of him, musk and slick drip drip dripping down his chin and a symphony of too-loud cries in his ears, he can't because despite everything, despite how aroused he is, he's still only at half mast, and the frustration makes him want to snap bones.

He doesn't snap any bones. He bites down on Quackity's soft inner thigh as the boy above him comes down from his orgasm, and then dives in again.

"Ah, Lusu, wait–"

It's endearing, the way he butchers his name, loopy and raw from the orgasm and the screaming, and he hopes the way he suckles desperately at his red, puffy cock is a good enough "please" that Quackity will let him have this.

Quackity deflates with a trembling groan, his head thuds lightly against the wooden desk, and Luzu thanks all his gods and stars for it. Quackity could force him off, if he so liked; he felt the shape of knives hidden in his pockets as he stripped him, and, despite everything, he is reminded of the fact that the gasping little thing above him, that he keeps calling boy , is a man, a dangerous terrorist, armed with knives and surely a gun somewhere and dynamite, probably, if he knows who he’s dealing with, underneath the gasping, pleading mewls he makes as Luzu sucks on his cock to coax another orgasm out of him, there, there, almost there, until Quackity snaps and arches into his mouth with a warbled cry that, if you squint, could passably sound for an ‘L’ and a ‘Z’ and that’s enough for Luzu to want more.

He dives low to lap at the slickness on Quackity’s thighs, on the table— all his papers are now soaked with Quackity’s orgasms— up and up to his winking, oversensitive hole to bury his tongue in it.

“Christ, Christ, Luzu–”

“Mm,” is all he says in response, a low, distracted hum vibrating on sensitive skin, because Quackity’s insistent tugging in his hair feels nice, and the lithe, strong legs in his grip shift and move, and suddenly there’s a boot between his legs, gently pressed against his half-hard cock under his briefs, and the too-rough stimulation makes Luzu choke and Quackity choke after him when his tongue spasms inside him and walls constrict and twitch as if trying to milk him dry. The boy probably hasn’t even realised where his foot is, lost in the tongue deep inside him.

“Quacks,” he mutters against him, lays a few too-hungry bites on his thighs, “Quacks, fuck, you’re so good to me,” he bucks against Quackity’s boot, and the rough friction is heaven on his sweaty skin, his still-not-all-hard cock suffers under the sole, and Quackity, finally, seems to realise, because he gasps out a bark of laughter and grinds his foot down, and Luzu has to bite his lip to not whine.

“Jesus, Luzu, me all sprawled out and sexy for you on your desk doesn’t do it for you but me stomping on your cock like you’re my fucking door mat does?” Quackity sounds out of breath.

“Hngh,” is how Luzu defends himself, because the flat heel of Quackity’s boot is grinding into the sensitive base of his cock, and harsh little fingers are dragging his face back to bury his whine in that too-warm, perfect cunt.

“Get back to work,” Quackity says, but it’s more choked than he probably wants it to sound, “Finish what you’ve started, and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

That’s all the encouragement Luzu needs, really.

He dives back in head first to spear his tongue deep inside his duckling, and Quackity moans beautiful and high. He fucks Quackity slow and steady, his tongue and then his fingers punching noise after noise of him, and when he looks up, his duckling is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and maybe Luzu doesn’t want windows after all, because then any passerby on a midnight stroll might get to see Quackity writhing on his desk with their mayor’s head between his legs, and the sole hypothetical thought sends a spray of jealousy coursing along Luzu’s bloodstream.

But he’s here, isn’t he? He’s here between Quackity’s legs, and there are no windows in his office, and Rubius is who knows fucking where, and doesn’t get to know exactly what his cunt feels like twitching around his fingers.

Or maybe he does. Prospective First Lady and all.

Quackity keens out a broken little sound when he crooks his fingers, and he leans to lap at his cockhead, shiny and pink, and it takes little more than a few gentle taps on that bundle of nerves that make his duckling melt before he’s crying out, and there’s scorching warm wetness on his leather glove, dripping down his bare wrist and his lap. A few droplets even make it on Quackity’s boot.

He flops down, exhales a sigh, tired, content, legs spread and skin shiny with sweat; Luzu lays his cheek on his thigh and just stares, feels his eyes soften with affection.

Then the foot on his cock moves and reality comes crashing back.

The chair creaks and groans under the weight of his shifting, his legs fall open of their own accord to make space for the cruel stimulation, and he’s still not hard but he might just be able to cum like this, and Quackity knows. He’s pulled himself up on his elbows, and is staring down at him, and his toothy little grin says everything and nothing. The tip of his boot grinds into his cockhead, and the cotton of his briefs is doing nothing to hide the rough surface, and Luzu’s arms fly around Quackity’s legs, ravenous for something, anything to hold on as he thrusts back against cruel, relentless stimulation, again and again and again, and Quackity’s laughter is caging him in his own head.

“Yeah, yeah, c’mon, Lusu, hump my foot like the lying, cheating dog you are, you bastard, cum all over my shoe, c’mon, c’mon,” he’s saying, and he sounds out of breath but there’s a cutting edge in his words that hurts, and it hurts all the worse because Luzu knows it’s true.

He’s a lying, cheating, bastard dog, and he’s about to cum all over Quackity’s boot.

“Quacks,” he mutters, buried in his leg, “Quackity, duckling, angel, please, please.”

He reaches down to help, but, really, against harsh leather and black rubber make it hard to do anything that isn’t cupping his balls, gently, reach a finger back to rub at his taint and make it go faster, faster, so much, too much, and then he’s coming on a strangled groan, and Quackity is grinding him through it, through dripping a sorry, white, sticky mess in his briefs and on Quackity’s boot and his nice fucking trousers, through the aftershocks, until pleasure morphs into pain and his hips flex back and away.

He’s left, slumped back in his fancy fucking chair as he watches his duckling sweep a finger across the mess of cum left on his shoe, analyze it briefly before he flicks it off; watches as Quackity pulls his jeans back up and straightens up his shirt and his hair; watches as he leaves out the door and he’s left alone in his stupid fucking office with no windows, that stinks of too-strong room fragrance, paper and drying ink, of stress and sweat, of whiskey, and of sex.

He wants none of this night left on record.

#knight's notebook #karmaland #karmaland v #karmaland 5 #luckity #luzu #luzugames #quackity #alex quackity #k!quackity #k!luzu

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What Are We Now, if Anything at All

Fandom: Pirate101

Relationships: Catbeard/Ratbeard

Word count: 3,155

Rating: T (could maybe be considered G, but raised it up to T because kissing)

Tags: Gay, very gay, awkward moments + awkward kissing, pirates, circus shenanigans, love/hate relationship

Summary:

When a traveling circus comes to port regal, the crew comes up with a plan to swipe that circus' gold. Ratbeard and Catbeard are chosen to infiltrate the circus while disguised as performers, but they quickly find themselves in an awkward situation after making the other performers believe they are actually a married couple.

A/N: Written around pride month but only recently got around it posting it online. You can find my continued work on Ao3 under E_SparkleBlood

Ratbeard and Catbeard hurried across the grounds and ducked down near what they assumed were the circus' changing tents.

None of the circus performers were nearby, so that was good. Probably because they were in the middle of a performance right now. The sounds of drums and shouts from a wild event were coming from the much larger tent nearby.

Catbeard opened the bag he was carrying and quickly passed its contents over to Ratbeard, who looked like he was having second thoughts about putting on such funny looking attire. But he stepped inside one of the tents none-the-less.

Every couple months around this time, Port Regal hosts an extravagant traveling circus group, for it's moderately wealthy citizens. The circus group is well known, as is the amount of gold they are able to swindle out of the people of port regal. Especially among pirates. However, no pirate crew in the skyway would dare risk stealing from them as Port Regal is so often heavily guarded.

But one pirate crew is going to take that dare.

"Hurry up, Ratbeard. You big, lout." Catbeard whispered to himself. He peaked out from behind the corner to keep watch, and then ducked back down as 2 circus performers exited the large circus tent. The larger of the two was a tiger dressed as a clown with a red nose, and a frilly neck piece. The other, probably a knife thrower if Catbeard had to guess, just based one on all the knives attached to his leg, was a tall lanky wharf rat. They seemed to just be stretching and taking a smoke break. Thankfully, they didn't seem to have any intention on coming over here.

"I don't think it's gonna fit!" Ratbeard said from behind the curtains of the changing tent.

"Well make it fit." Catbeard replied.

Catbeard sat in the grass and let out a breath. Their mission was to infiltrate the circus and find whatever money box or safe the circus folk were keeping their gold in. The rest of the crew waited down by the docks for the perfect getaway. Catbeard wished so much he could have been down there instead, and that Bonnie Anne or Hawkulese had taken his spot instead. After a lot of arguing amongst the crew it was decided that a 2 man team would be the best way to pull the heist off, and that it would be Ratbeard and Catbeard who would be going under cover. This was decided because Ratbeard was the only one who could fit in the clown costume, and because Catbeard... Well, he pulled the short stick, so he was forced to tag along.

Catbeard and Ratbeard did not make for suitable partners. They butt heads more than anyone else in the crew. If their personalities had to be compared to anything, it would be that of oil and water. Which was a shame because visually Ratbeard was quite attractive, Catbeard thought. His handsome face couldn't be denied, but it just had to be contrasted by the most unattractive and quarrelsome personality.

Ratbeard emerged from the tent after just a few minutes, nervously clutching at the vibrant fabric of his waistband he walked. He struggled to keep it up as he waddled.

Seeing Ratbeard in full getup made the two realize pretty quickly that the attire suited more a court jester than a circus performer. But it was all they could get their hands on in time. The circus was only going to be in the port for one more evening, after all, so they had to hope nobody would pay them too much mind.

"Arr, this be a disaster in the making. I feel ridiculous." Ratbeard said.

Ratbeard really did look rather goofy, especially with the white and red makeup, and the black teardrop under where his left eye would be if he still had it. His costume was a riot of mismatched colors and his crusty old pirate hat that he's so attached to had even been replaced with a harlequin style hat with oversized bells. Although, the tights suited his round form quite well, Catbeard thought... When they weren't slipping off. He'd never say that out loud of course. It would give the rat too much self-esteem, and his ego was already grandiose enough.

"You LOOK ridiculous. But it won't be a disaster as long as you play your cards right" Catbeard said. He turned his body away. "Which does worry me. Have you ever played any cards right in your life?"

"Have at least some faith in me, why don't ya!!!" Ratbeard shouted. He immediately ducked his head down as the tiger and wharf rat turned their attention to the pair, and so he continued talking to Catbeard in a whisper. "If ye really think I can't pull it off, let's switch. The role of a fool is more fit for you than it is me."

Catbeard looked appalled that Ratbeard would even suggest such a thing.

"Those clashing colors? As if I'd ever be caught dead wearing that."

"Now what's going on of here? You two having a lil' scuffle or somethin'?" A gruff voice came from over Catbeard's shoulder.

Catbeard turned to see the tiger leaning against a pillar, and the wharf rat making his way over as well. Up close Catbeard could tell they would both look rather menacing if they weren't in such colorful attire.

"Uh, no, no. No dispute going on here. We're fine." Catbeard said, animating his hands a bit too much to be natural.

"What are you doing out here when the show's ago?" Asked the wharf rat. Then he turned his attention to Catbeard. "And you're not even in costume."

"Ah- ha! Just gettin' ready, I was! I had a new fit tailored for me and it took a bit longer to get done than it should have!" Ratbeard said. Then he turned to Catbeard, Catbeard heard Ratbeard gulp.

His heart was probably racing. Expecting Catbeard to come up with a quick cover story for himself. Ratbeard was about to open his mouth again, however before the rat could say anything, Catbeard stepped forward, his voice wavering with nervousness.

"I'm his husband!" Catbeard declared, surprising even himself with those words.

"Husband?!" Ratbeard shouted. His face was flushed with a tint of red.

"We're here to enjoy the circus together." Catbeard continued, placing his hand on his heart. "I mean- I wanted to come. I'm usually so busy you see, that I rarely get to see my dear... Norrington... at work." A bead of sweat trickled down his cheek. Ratbeard really didn't look like a Norrington, but it was the only name he could think to say.

The circus performers exchanged intrigued glances, seemingly accepting the explanation. Yet, they looked to Ratbeard, expecting some confirmation. Ratbeard had to act quickly to keep up the charade.

"'Tis true! He's my... hu-hu-husband!" Ratbeard mustered a blush and wrapped an arm around Catbeard's waist, and Catbeard was pulled uncomfortably close. "Been married for..."

"-For 3 years now. Today is our anniversary, in fact!" Catbeard interrupted, placing a hand on Ratbeard's chest. Ratbeard's eye twitched in annoyance at Catbeard adding more layers to this lie than necessary.

The circus performers grinned mischievously.

"Well, well, aren't you two just the sweetest couple!" the wharf rat of exclaimed

"I must say, it's not every day we see two guys so open about such a relationship. I almost don't even believe it. I wanna see how genuine this love of yours is." the tiger added with a chuckle.

Catbeard's eyes widened with apprehension, realizing where this was heading. Catbeard and Ratbeard exchanged desperate glances. Without giving himself time to overthink it, Ratbeard leaned in. Catbeard's heartbeat quickened then came to a sudden halt as Ratbeard pressed their lips together in a brief, chaste kiss.

It was meant to be a simple act, just a means to keep up the ruse, but Catbeard couldn't help but feel a jolt of... something. The was a warmness to said "something", and for a second the spiral itself and everything in it seemed to have frozen in place.

As Ratbeard pulled away, the spiral came to life ones more. Catbeard's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and surprise. The tiger nodded in approval, seemingly satisfied with their display of affection, and the wharf rat just laughed.

"Ah ha-ha, young love! You two are adorable together," the wharf rat commented with a knowing grin, wiping a tear away.

The tiger rustled the fur on Catbeard's head. "We're just messin' with ya. But keep that rat of yours close. One who can make a move like that without judgement is a real keeper."

The circus performers moved on and Ratbeard removed his hand from Catbeard's waist after realizing it still lingered there. Catbeard covered his face with his hands, his face was flushed, giving him a pink glow.

"I... wasn't thinking when I kissed ya. What I mean to say is I wasn't planning on it happenin'." Ratbeard stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"But it happened." Catbeard's voice came out muffled.

"It's yer fault! What were ye thinking just claimin' me as yer husband like that?!"

"I was nervous..." Catbeard's removed his hands from his face but immediately looked away, trying to hide his vulnerability.

"Well...," Ratbeard nudged at Catbeard's side and continue "Least ye got the best damn kiss ye could ever get in the spiral."

"Oh, please. I've rather kiss a bumbaloons backside!" Catbeard rolled his eyes.

But as Ratbeard walked forward to enter the much larger performance tent, Catbeard brought his hand up to his mouth. He felt a mix of relief and confusion. Relief of course that the awkward situation was over, and confusion over... Well, he couldn't quite explain it. A kind of emotion that he couldn't deny if he tried his hardest.

Catbeard and Ratbeard successfully made it into the circus tent. One kid who was with his mother pulled Ratbeard aside and asked him to juggle, which Ratbeard tried to do, but failed humorously. The kid was quite young though and laughed. Ratbeard stumbling over himself probably made for a more entertaining and memorable moment for the kid, than in Ratbeard had actually succeeded. Catbeard couldn't hold back a smile when Ratbeard even pushed himself to make a goofy face at the end. Now THAT was a sight to behold.

Catbeard grabbed Ratbeard by the arm before telling the mother and child pair that they must be off to get ready for the next performance. "Well, well, well, so you like children?" Catbeard asked.

Ratbeard grumbled. "Don't think too hard on it. The kid gave me stuff to throw in the air, so I did it."

"Well I think it's admirable. The great captain Ratbeard has at least one soft spot." Ratbeard no doubt thought Catbeard was just teasing him, but Catbeard was truly and genuinely surprised to find a quality in the rat that he liked.

"...The face you made was rather cute." Catbeard continued, but this time in such a tone to convey that he was just teasing now.

"Okay, okay, enough of this. We're done talking." Ratbeard said waving a hand, and using his other to pull his hat down over his eyes.

They were done talking, but only because they got to the back of the tent that held all sorts of things, from supplies for the performers, to lights, tools, and extra costumes. This is where the gold they collected from this evenings attendees will be located. Catbeard and Ratbeard split up. Ratbeard moving the heavier supplies around, and catbeard going through whatever box he could find.

Ratbeard scratched at his long beard. "Hey, I, uh..."

"Less talking, more looking." Catbeard said while sticking his head down into a tiny crawl space.

"I can do both ya know." Ratbeard said, heaving as he moved a large dresser and knocking it on it's side. So Ratbeard continued. "I wanted to... say... Well, I'm sorry okay? For just... kissin' you like that. Back there."

"Oh... Right." Did Ratbeard just show empathy? No way. Absolutely not. Catbeard must be imagining things. Discovering 2 positive qualities from RATBEARD in a single day, that's just un-heard of in the Spiral."

"Well, It wasn't as bad as I imagined it would be." Catbeard said, his back still turned to the other.

Ratbeard folded his arms and leaned on a colorful table.

"... So ye have imagined what it'd be like to kiss me?" Ratbeard smirked.

Catbeard choked on those words that weren't even his. He would be lying if he said no. Maybe he could just "Sure.". It's not like it'd be a declaration of undying love. There is a stark difference between lust and love after all. And Catbeard isn't so narcissistic that he'd play dumb and say the rat pirate wasn't at least somewhat attractive.

But there is also the underlying thought that was clouding Catbeard's mind. Was Ratbeard simply teasing or flirting? The tone in Ratbeard's voice was unique to say the least. There was something to it he's never quite heard of before, so he decided to play along. Come what may. That's what they say, right? Catbeard got to his feet and leaned against a cabinet, mirroring Ratbeard's posture.

"Perhaps... once or twice," Catbeard confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. His cheeks felt warm. "My mind has a habit of wandering into all sorts of hypothetical situations..."

A flicker of mischief danced in Ratbeard's eyes as he got up from the table and walked over to Catbeard.

"D-don't let it flatter yourself." Catbeard turned his head to the exit, as if planning an escape route, to run away in sheer embarrassment if it gets to be too much. "A pretty face means nothing when the one who wears it is so unpleasant to be around."

"Ye think I'm pretty?" Ratbeard asked.

He removed his goofy hat with the bells and tossed it in box full of other costumes and props, than wrapped his hands around Catbeard's waist and pulled him in close. Well, this solidified to Catbeard that he was indeed flirting, at least. His gaze met Ratbeard's.

"I also said you're unpleasant." Catbeard said.

"Aye, but also pretty?" Ratbeard asked once again.

Typical Ratbeard. List twenty problems you have with him and one redeeming quality, and he will focus only on the one till the end of days. So Catbeard gave in. "Yes... Pretty..." Catbeard said.

Ratbeard leaned in close, making it clear exactly what he wanted, but Catbeard was not about to be on the recieving end for the 2nd time today. This time it would be him making the move. Catbeard pushed himself forward, meeting Ratbeard halfway, who seemed taken aback at first. He took a step back, before going back in and letting their lips touch.

The wild sounds of the circus seemed to fade into the background and all Catbeard could pay attention to was the warmth of Ratbeard's lips. Ratbeard entwined his fingers, sealing Catbeard in the embrace and deepening the kiss, leaving Catbeard to bring his own hands up and caress Ratbeard's waist.

And then there was one more thing he started to feel. That same confusion from earlier in the day. The first time they kissed, this confusion swirled around in Catbeard's head. And so Catbeard chose to ignore it, after. To shut it down. But this time he had completely surrendered to it.

Finally breaking the kiss, Catbeard stared into ratbeard's emerald green eyes. Unsure of what to say, he chose not to say anything until Ratbeard spoke first.

"Better than a bumbaloons behind?" Ratbeard grinned.

Catbeard softly chuckled.

"It was better than the first time, I'll give you tha-" Catbeard cut himself off and pushed Ratbeard to the side before rushing over to one corner of the tent.

"Hey! What was that for?!" Ratbeard shouted, almost tripping. "Almost made me trip on me peg leg, ye did!"

Ratbeard was almost envious of whatever it was that was more important to Catbeard at this moment, but once his eyes caught what exactly Catbeard saw, he rushed over there too.

Catbeard pulled out a wooden box with red trimming, burried between colorful ribbon. With a knife Catbeard pulled out of his boot, he was easily able to break the rusty lock. H elifted it open to reveal quite a lot of gold. Probably a weeks worth of gold the circus had earned from their shows.

"Well, nice goin', Cap'n kitty! I think we have what we came for!" Ratbeard said. He took a handful of gold and flipped a coin in the air before shoving the handful into his pocket.

"What do you think you're doing?! Give that back, the gold is for the whole crew!" Catbeard shouted. He chased Ratbeard around in circles before Ratbeard playfully shoved him away, and this time it was Catbeard who almost tripped over himself.

"Ah come on. They won't be missin' just a couple pieces o' gold." Ratbeard shut the lid of the box with his hooked hand before giving a devilish look. "Besides, we're gonna be gettin' a room tonight, right? Somewhere fancy? Just the two of us, as celebration for a job well done? ...Preferably with thick walls?" That last bit was topped off with a sly wink.

Catbeard blushed. "That kiss earlier wasn't simply an attempt for you to get lucky for one night, was it?"

"Oh please, cap'n kitty. If anyone is lucky, it's you. Now let's get out o' this musty place. The crew is waitin."

Ratbeard turned and started to walk away, and Catbeard followed after shoving the box of coins into the bag that once held Ratbeard's jester attire.

Catbeard stared at Ratbeard's back. He wondered what they were now, if they were anything at all. He felt like not much had changed between them, but at the same time some kind of door opened, deep in his soul. Or perhaps heart would be a better word. They should talk about this, and they will. Catbeard will make sure of that. Catbeard lifted his head to catch himself falling behind and sped up to match Ratbeard's pace.

As they exited the tent the two performers gave them a wave and Catbeard waved back. He slung the bag over his shoulder and Instinctively, probably to keep up that little performance from earlier, grabbed hold of Ratbeard's hand. Ratbeard entwined his fingers around Catbeard's without skipping a beat, and then it dawned on him just how much larger larger Ratbeard's hands were compared to his own.

"Yer paw is pretty soft, y'know that?" Ratbeard said.

Yeah... They will definitely talk about this. Definitely. Catbeard cemented all these memories in his mind, ready to relive them when that talk comes. But it will have to be for another time.

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