#i remember this and am blasted with feral energy

[coureirsix]

this is the princess mononoke screenshot™ for people with all kinds of disorders

#i remember this and am blasted with feral energy #literally literally ummmmmmm well. #.txt #i also just had the immediate thought of a serennedy redraw ok thank you goodbye #metaltango would ALSO fuck this scene up

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

I need to scream about this event (Friends Like These) because I truly was just. Not expecting the impact it would have--I don't remember if I read this one in Japanese???

I've only gotten the first two stories so far but I just.

Jeanne and Mozart are of course, as adorable as ever; there's no question about that. But Jeanne dropping this line:

"It galls me to sound so much like le Comte, but I am grateful to God that I met you."

I. [prolonged error 404 sounds]. I'm not sure there are words to convey the simultaneous endless wheezing laughter but also AWWWWWWWW energy that consumed me in milliseconds. Wildly oscillating between "LMFAO ah yes, sentimentality? Disgusting I'll drink to that (blasts Bring Me To Life)" and "BECAUSE YOU LOVE HIM DEEP DOWN AND HE LOVES YOU WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH."

I just can't get over how Jeanne says exactly one thing about liking another person and he's like, 'ew dad gave me cooties >:///// how dare he subject me to the mortifying ordeal of hope.' Jeanne I love you. Jeanne I would die for you. Middle schooler with well-meaning stepfather who begrudgingly accepts his kindness and grows for the better, but would rather perish than admit it. I never knew I needed this found family dynamic so freaking bad until I started playing this game. 11/10 I could watch this forever

More Shenanigans below the cut, + the Shakespeare and Comte Event Story:

Also a sidebar because I just can't help myself, I know I've talked about it before but: Mozart and Jeanne's friendship is so endlessly precious to me????? I love how Mozart is so NO I'M NOT NICE REEEEE (turtles) and Jeanne is like :> bestie. It's so damn cute watching Mozart squirm at being exposed for being sweet and Jeanne just truly grateful someone cares about him?????? How much Jeanne and MC dote on Mozart despite being together, how it only strengthens their friendship? Literally I'm over the moon, nobody touch me I'm tender!!! Jeanne deserves to live peacefully without being a tool of the state/bad actors!!!! Mozart deserves to be loved and happy without being defined by his musical success!!!!!

LIKE. Not to be dramatic but I could watch an entire saga of these two being friends and being adorable. Fresh serotonin every single time. Did I know Jeanne was going to share his food? Absolutely. Did I expect MC to think ahead and pack two lunches? Absolutely not. Was I delighted both times? Beyond what you can imagine!!!!!!!

I'm going to stop here at the risk of repeating myself over and over but wow. Jeanne's capacity to see to the very core of people, for better and worse, and how it lets Mozart be meaningfully seen. Mozart's recognition that Jeanne can mean well to a fault, worried that he might be taken advantage of--and how Jeanne can build trust with someone for the first time without being afraid. Can you hear me wailing and bawling

Naturally, I acquired the Comte and Shakespeare one next. Now, I'm gonna be honest, I saw their names together and went "oh dear God. What am I walking into. Why do I hear boss music????" But I gathered my courage (more like I'm just too feral not to gather info abt Comte, but I digress) and experienced something that left me literally on the floor because I just. Did Not Remotely Expect This Series of Events.

So like. It starts off by being pretty normal and cute and I'm like awwww baby boy (oh he's a little fked up actually) giving gifts to dad. I'm sensing an ulterior motive but right now just let me have this. Also adorable that Comte is struck dumb by it, that's really cute I'm taking notes. And then. I was hit with the veritable ANVIL that was these next few lines:

deep breath Okay. Where to begin.

I LOST IT at the implication that Will was like. Holding back from ending Comte's entire life with mere words. WILL????? WILL P L S??????? (lowkey wanted to hear the roast snickers) Why am I sensing a pattern that Comte loves spicy people??? Love this for me

I also started losing my shit the second MC was mentioned and you could just hear the record scratch/kill bill sirens. Comte really out here like "son say WHAT about MC." I can't get over how he's always so ready to throw down for both MC and Sebas at any moment. Anywho, naturally I come to the conclusion that Will was just trying to one-up Comte to mess with him by giving MC gifts. It was the one thing I did anticipate--and, fool that I was--thought it rendered me safe from what happens next.

DEAR READER. DEAR READER I WAS SO WRONG. I WAS SO TERRIBLY WRONG.

BABY GIRL. BABY GIRL ON WHAT LEVEL IS THIS NORMAL BEHAVIOR. I'M LITERALLY CRYING RN?????? THE FACT THAT I CAN'T TELL IF HE'S JUST BEING SILLY GOOFY OR HE LEGITIMATELY MEANS IT OR SOME COMBINATION OF THE TWO????????

Mans out here like "I lost everything in the war (literally) let me spoil my girlboss dream gf in peace. Vlad took everything in the divorce let me have this pls." I just. The mental image of him chasing Will around the house. The potential implications of him doing this to protect them both (I love you Will but you have. Problems). The HILARIOUS AND DUBIOUS qualifier when he says "dressing up MC is nearly my entire reason for living." Comte I love you more than life itself but that does not make this any more normal. What are you doing my beloved vampire jkhlhalfdhjfg 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Also an honorable mention moment, because it was endearing:

Just the img of him wandering around with sparkly eyes and toting home little trinkets for everyone??????? He's so cute, that's the most grandpa behavior I've ever seen. I was chortling when Will was like "sir you made me sit in that cluttered carriage followed by another carriage full of stuff all the way home IT'S TIME FOR REVENGE (affectionate)."

I also love how Comte is like "Do I have a problem? Maybe. Will that stop me? Only when the sun cataclysmically swallows the earth."

Literally half of the members of the house are like "why are you like this" and he just heeheehoos his way out of it. How does he keep getting away with it. Can you tell I love him. Dazai isn't the only clown in this house honks Comte's nose

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp mc #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp jeanne #ikevamp jean #ikevamp shakespeare #man every time i go back to ikevamp its like the first time #idk man the healing from intense trauma and catastrophic overworking just gets to me okay #i wonder if there's just a fundamental ethos to the game that compels me; the idea that genius of any kind is hard-won #that no matter how brilliant someone may seem--there was a cost that may not be apparent at first glance #but they are also just. silly silly guys. mischievous little creachurs #THE DUALITY OF MAN (VAMPIRE?) #im also just endlessly amused by comte's whole “IM NOT UR DAD” #but at the same time him being like “relating to my children emotionally? how about I Give Them This Thing They Like Instead.” #like comte ilysm but that is literally. textbook dad behavior. 0/10 you failed the stealth check #its my comte roasting hours #at the same time trying very hard not to think about the reasons why #namely that he doesn't want to burden everyone with Vlad's beef^TM #i can't help but think about how much keeping his distance is abt protecting them from himself as well #the way he doesn't want to be a burden on anyone else but also yearns so deeply for companionship/connection #how even with mc he frequently notes what she's giving up to be with him/that he's more work than he's worth #:( i wanna hold him my poor sweet mans

[godborn]

i’m gay and can’t resist the opportunity to be sappy so here’s a january 1st post to let all of my mutuals know that you are loved by me whether you like it or not and that i’m grateful for every single one of you and am looking forward to getting to know you more in 2024!

when i returned to this rpc after a year long hiatus where a lot of stuff was just going wrong in my life, i was a little nervous that i’d have trouble finding interactions and building relationships both ic and ooc. it was a little difficult at first, but i’m so thankful i stuck it out because right around the corner were some very cool & special people who are not only talented writers and masters of characterization, but genuinely kind & fun people to talk to & get to know.

this post is dedicated to all of my lovely mutuals whether we’ve written together for months or u just followed me today, but there are a few people i want to be gay toward individually under the cut 🥳🏳️‍🌈🩷

@vialaviolenza / @valoroso : my beloved mortis!! you were my first new friend that i made upon the end of my hiatus & i adore you to the moon & back. i knew you were special from the moment i found out you basically live a stone’s throw away from me lol but more than that, you have been such a blessing to me. you’re always willing to listen to my ramblings & crazy ideas & our threads are always fuckin based, so you genuinely have it all & i’m excited for us to become closer in this new year!! 💚💚💚

@lovesigned : bella, i’m kissing u. i remember when you first followed me and we messaged back and forth about how we loved each other’s writing and were fucking nerds about classical allusions & mythology & all that. even now i’m still in awe of how beautifully your prose reads btw. but beyond that you’re probably the funniest person on this website & going absolutely feral with u is always a good time lmfao. i love everything we’ve ever plotted and written and i will love everything we will plot and write in the new year. u are so sexy and cool mwah

@blueshiftting : MEME MY BELOVED u are genuinely the sweetest person ever in the world and you deserve every good thing ever in the new year. not to mention cordelia is a baddie & the immaculate energy you have created for her is untouchable, truly one of the most well-written ocs i’ve encountered. i owe u my life for making the fuckhouse server because it’s always such a vibe in there & it’s been great getting closer to everyone in there, including you.

@rejectshumanity : the coolest person on this website actually,,, but also a total sweetie that i’ve loved every second of talking to. dani when i say i stan you heavily i mean it you genuinely have Thee best take on dio & manage to blend the serious & unserious parts of his character immaculately. i’m excited for when ur inspiration returns to you because i think we all want to see how you will absolutely kill it in the 2024 season lol. either way, you’re a gem & i’m looking forward to growing our friendship in the new year!!

@praeteritus-memories : lu … u are my homie fr like the only constant thing in my life in this rpc for the past 3 (ALMOST 4???) years. coming back to writing with you again has been like returning to a warm hug which i really fucking needed after everything i went through in 2022-23 😭 i love everything we do together & everything we explore in our threads, they’re always a blast & i’m relieved we cannot always pick up where we left off without things being awkward lol. i hope this year treats you kindly, you deserve it luv 🩷

@ironleonine : GEO MY LOVE IM SO SORRY I KNEW I HAD LEFT SOMEONE OUT THIS IS LESBIAN ON LESBIAN CRIME . anyway you are the literal sweetest, kindest, most fun person to talk to be it ic or ooc. i will start 10 million different threads with you and idc i will love every single one. you have such a talent for bringing your characters to life, i will never NOT enjoy writing with you wtf. our chats are always the best even if they’re full of the most random shit lol i feel like you really understand me & the chaotic chemical soup that is my brain. when i marry you in 2024, what then?

#[ 春 ] : 🌸 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 › out of character . #happy 2024!! i am wishing all of you health & happiness #i feel like the last 3 years have just been a collective nightmare for everyone so let’s have a little hope that we’re turning a corner lol #i wasn’t going to make this post initially but i changed my mind because u know what . starting the year off with gratitude & positivity #is never a bad fucking idea #i hope you all have had a great start to the year so far 🩵🩵🩵 #giorno & i are sending u lots of love uwu

[be-bi-do-crime]

Favorite LBFaD scenes?

in no particular order:

dfqc holding xlh’s chin with his hand in haishi city for absolutely no reason (he is in love)

dfqc giving xlh the gulan

HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY PERSON!!!!!

xlh sending dfqc off on the boat please i shed tears. SHE’LL MISS HIM!! HE WILL MISS HER!!!!!

the goodbye kiss before dfqc goes to change xlh’s fate. i cannot watch that scene without sobbing

*xlh checking to make sure dfqc isn’t stabbed too while she is literally dying* “good. you’re fine.” WELL IM NOT! I AM NOT FINE! HAVE YOU CONSIDERED MY STATE OF BEING FINE-

dfqc’s entire death scene. everything about it. begging xlh to kill him. xlh reaching her hand back out to try and grasp onto him but he’s gone and he’s disappeared and all she has left of him is a piece of his soul. IT’S SO HORRID. I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

shangque and jieli interrupting canglan kissing

when dfqc comes back and is like okay first order of business. kiss my wife. GOOD FOR HIM

danyin and changheng being idiot 1 and idiot 2 in the mortal realm. they are so fucking funny. what is wrong with them.

xlh going feral, green eyes, full xishan shennü on everyone to protect dfqc

dfqc walking through the hurricane of sand for xlh, xlh walking through tai sui’s evil spiritual energy for dfqc

ARE YOU WILLING OR NOT TO MARRY ME AND BE MY HUSBAND

the entire scene where they bow down to xlh as yuezhu. oh my god

dfqc bursting out “ALSO? WHAT DID SHE MEAN BY ALSO?” the SECOND the silence command wore off. there are no thoughts in that brain of his except xiao lanhua. i respect that

xlh being like 🥺 da mutou my feet are tired 🥺 im sooo exhausted 🥺 and dfqc being like oh are you now? and then immediately swinging her up onto his back to carry her. god.

canglan tending to each other. taking care of each other. giving life to each other. for hundreds of years each. absolutely showstopping

i was so sad when i first watched it, but if you think about it the scene where dfqc is running towards the newly resurrected xlh and then she like, sends out a cannon blast at him, is a little funny. like, considering how xlh remembers him too. she saw him and her thought process went: i am so happy to see you, but you also broke my heart before i died, so here’s a token of my appreciation *blasts him 500 feet*

#and then a bunch of other scenes for sure but this post is already long so ill stop there #love between fairy and devil #asking carmen

[jujutsu-headcanons]

Gojo Satoru general headcanons

Let's get one thing clear: this man is absolutely chaotic. He is always full of energy. His energy levels never reach below 50%. He is loud and proud, always running, and never takes a minute to relax.

Do not give him Monster. Shoko did that once and it took her forever to get him off the ceiling. Also, avoid caffeine. Shoko replaces his normal coffee with decaf and he still hasn't noticed the difference. Keep it that way.

He was the class clown when he was younger. He wasn't exactly a trouble maker, but he may as well be. I cannot word that sentence and I am sorry. Next.

All of his teachers assumed he never listened in class, so they always called in him when they thought he wasn't paying attention. It still shocked them every time he rattled off the correct answer.

Not only did he answer the question correctly, but he could also explain his reasoning behind the answer, and if it was multiple choice, explain why the other answers were wrong. 

This tall man child would march up to the board and absolutely fill it to the brim with work, turn around, drop the chalk-like a mic drop and walk back to his desk with the smuggest look on his face.

That doesn't mean he did the work tho

Idk how schools in japan work but we all know schools in America only care about the amount of work you do and not what you actually know so we'll use that for the sake of the headcanon: he had straight D's bc he never turned in his work

Despite not doing the work snd goofing off, teachers actually really liked him

A lot of people liked him and he was super popular, but he still felt alone

Fake friends, you know how that works, he didn't meet any real friends until he became a shaman

Clean freak. This dude actually makes his bed. He scrubs his bathroom twice a week. His desk can get cluttered but he straightens up once a week. He's not exactly a germaphobe because

He cannot respect your personal space and that's actually canon but let me take it a step further 

He's a slapper. Especially when he laughs. It doesn't hurt, it's playful dw. He hugs you from behind especially when he's cold. He picks you up and carries you around. He will grab your wrist, arm, or hand and lead you around even if you're following him. He lays his legs across you or lays across your lap. Puts his head on your shoulder. Platonic cuddling between friends is mandatory. He's just so hands-on it's ridiculous.

Unless you explicitly tell him you're uncomfortable he won't stop

Don't worry, if you aren't in that type of relationship, your no-no square is safe. Except, if you seem chill, he will slap your ass regardless of friendship status. His ass is also slappable. You can't tell me Geto and Gojo didn't run around slapping each other asses, okay

He was weird and scrawny as a child. He didn't start beefing out until he started training to be a shaman and he's still kinda smaller than most beefy boys

He can pick you up and throw you around easily. He carried around a 170 pound Yuji like a sack of potatoes and can easily carry around three times that weight

It's amazing he's so tiny because you remember 2014 Shane Dawson making all of those wack ass desserts that was just s pile of chaos wrapped in chocolate?

He can eat every last bite of one of those monstrosities without getting a stomach ache, gaining weight, or dying basically

He knows bc Yuji dared him to do it

He has really cold hands and feet

He sounds old. Let me elaborate. He's constantly cracking his joints. They also creak when he moves. He complains about body pains like he's 80 y/o

He also shares wisdom with the kids as if he's actually 80 y/o

It's irrelevant advice that doesn't make sense but is also useful. Megumi can't count the number of times he's asked Gojo for feedback on his technique but had been told to remember to chew 40 times or never go to bed angry

Starts off sentences with "now son" and "when I was your age"

He uses his blindfold as a headband when he wants his hair out of his face. He also uses headbands as... Headbands... When he wants to wear sunglasses but get his hair out of his face

He owns so many pairs of sunglasses but he always wears the same pair

He's only bought a handful of them himself, most of them are gifts

No one knows what to get him for Christmas or his birthday bc he has everything, so they resort to sunglasses

His favorite pair is a pair that Shoko and Geto bought him as a gag. He thought they were dead serious, though, so he wore them around for a month

They were heart-shaped, rose-tinted glasses

Can you believe this man doesn't use any gel or anything to keep his hair spiky with the blindfold on? It just naturally defies gravity when the blindfold is on

Tell this man he's pretty because he already knows. He's narcissistic but not the cringy kind

Photogenic as hell. Takes great pictures from any angle. 

He gives everyone a different story as to why he covers his eyes. Sometimes he says it's because his eyes are too pretty and are a distraction. Sometimes he says it's because the sunglasses/bandages/blindfold look cooler than his eyes. Sometimes he says it's to protect the six eyes from seeing things he doesn't want to see. The world may never know

He's tried covering his whole face before, but he thinks he's too pretty for that. He at least wants one of his many amazing features to be shown at all times.

So about his driver's license;

He knows how to drive. He can be a good driver. When he wants to be. He just doesn't have a driver's license.

Now he TELLS people he just never got around to getting one, however, there's a rumor he lost it due to too many parking tickets

It's amazing the only tickets he's ever gotten have been from that and once he got caught without a seatbelt; he would have gotten out of that one if he hadn't been flirting with the police officer so bad

This doesn't stop Gojo from driving places though

He steals Ijichi's car a LOT and Ijichi DOESN'T KNOW HOW like??? The windows are never broken and it doesn't look hotwired-

Gojo has a key

You're not even supposed to be able to duplicate car keys but Gojo did 

Also; none of the first-year trio knows he doesn't have a driver's license, though that much should be painfully obvious

He whips around corners, speeds up at yellow lights, goes "watch this" and does a donut, it's just a mess

The poor students have to sit in the backseat too. Just imagine Megumi with all three seatbelts around him like that one meme.

He thrives off of Nobara and Yuji screaming from the backseat, and he can see Megumi being smooshed because he thought the middle seat was the safest through the rearview mirror

Which he doesn't even need because of the six eyes

Despite being such a reckless driver, he knows when danger will happen, so he's never once gotten in a wreck

He blasts the radio, which makes up for the driving.

Has a habit of getting in a car and ending up in the McDonalds drive-thru

Steals other people's fries and keeps the fullest one for himself.

He was rebellious as a kid and teenager, but hey, at least his juvie record is sealed 

He's been detained and in the back of a cop car many times, but the reason was never really bad enough for him to be arrested. Mostly he's just being mouthy. And the time he got caught spray painting on the side of a building. And that one time he and Getou hopped the fence to get into the local pool. And that other time-

It got worse after Getou wasn't around to get him out of trouble. Suddenly, breaking the rules wasn't fun anymore and he mellowed out. 

Tried alcohol and cigarettes before he was legal. Decided neither was his thing, however, he did start drinking occasionally when he was legal.

He's a fucking chaotic drunk. Oh my god he's absolutely feral

Most bars in the vicinity know him by name and they sigh whenever he walks in

Shoko is his emergency contact. She hates it

Shoko has to drag drunk Gojo home at least twice a month and is not happy about it

Once she left him in an alley. He made it home okay so she guesses it's fine

Once he got so drunk he spilled beer on his sock. The thought the fastest way to dry them was by sticking them in the microwave. Forgot about it until someone asked, "Who the fuck is cooking socks???"

I feel it important he was in the break room of the local grocery store and no one knows how he got there

As he was escorted out he stole a grocery cart and rode away in it while singing Don't Threaten Me (With A Good Time) by Panic! At The Disco

He has no alcohol tolerance at all what so ever

He will literally just stare at you and giggle

It's funny he's really flirty but also doesn't seal the deal. Literally, every woman in that bar is willing to get in his bed but he declines every offer. No one knows why

Its because he respects women

He helps his students break the rules as long as they're within reason. Once night Yuji was really hungry and after having a temper tantrum he couldn't order Uber eats bc the school is supposed to be secret Gojo helped sneak him out to get food. Who needs curfew anyway.

The shirts in his closet range from like twenty bucks to the iconic rich bitch shirt the kids ruined in that one chapter we all know the one 

He still wears that by the way, he calls it "art" 

When he was younger, Megumi drew a picture of Gojo being eaten by his shadow dogs. Gojo found it and now it's framed in his room.

He keeps up with current trends and memes like no one's business. This is how he bonds with his kids.

Don't call him old, but also, he'll tell you to respect your elders it's a mess

He has a lot of games on his phone. You can usually find him holding his phone sideways playing some RPG game he probably spent too much money on 

He did hop on the Pokemon Go hype train but after becoming overpowered he got bored

This happens to a lot of games. He pays way too much money, gets to be the strongest in the server, and gets bored

He likes games where you can kill other people's troops and likes to watch as they lose all their power

I canon him as being borderline sadistic

This is why he's Sakata Gintoki reincarnated

White hair, sweet tooth, black leather clothes, dad vibes, never takes anything seriously bc when he does he's scary as fuck, the works.

He is Sakata Gintoki

He liked Gintama growing up. He watched a lot of iconic shows as they aired. He considers himself an og

He's hella bilingual

Because he's the strongest he goes overseas for missions a lot. Because of this he speaks a lot of languages and knows a lot about international cuisine 

He takes pictures of himself eating disgusting foods like snails. He never likes them but he loves the idea of Nobara gagging back in japan

Has paperwork sitting untouched on his desk from three months ago that he will not touch for at least another three months

Does the crossword puzzles in the newspaper every week

Uses humor as a coping mechanism and it honestly just became a personality

Constantly popping his joints. I'm sorry if you find this gross I too find it gross.

Probably brought home every stray animal he ever met ever until he was at least like 22 y/o

Tags: @wasabito @kittaliapenn

#jjk #jjk spoilers #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #jjk satoru #gojo headcanons #gojo satoru headcanons

[nyx-aira]

Hi! I was thinking of a young Agatha Harkness x reader fic//one shot where after her fight with the coven, Agatha finds a cottage in the woods to wait out the aftermath, but it turns out reader lives there? I love your work btw!

End my suffering

Requested by @booklovinbi and @midnight-lestrange

Request #2: Hey, can you please do where y/n has kinda the same powers as Wanda, but her color is blue, and she has a fight with Agatha (for who she has feelings, because they were getting close/same for Agatha) During the fight y/n loses and maybe gets seriously injured and waits Agatha to kill her, but instead Agatha kneels and carry her back home, where she takes care of y/n. In the end Agatha kisses y/n and then Agatha is ready to leave but y/n takes her hand and pulls closer for the kiss. Could you write it?

Summary: Agatha is accused of breaking the rules of the coven. As things spiral out of control she injures you badly. What is she going to do now?

A/N: I mixed your requests, I hope that was alright. I didn't follow them exactly but I still hope you like them. Also thank you so much for 200 followers guys, you're amazing.

TW!: Angst, mention of violence, brief mention of blood, brief description of injuries (let me know if I need to add anything)

Tag list: @escapetodreamworld @midnight-lestrange @king-star @ynscrazylife @booklovinbi @mysticfalls01 @adorkwithaplan

The coven had been your home as long as you could remember, growing up there and learning magic as the town folk had cast you out after they killed your mother, falsely accused of witchcraft, it was quite ironic if you thought about it, sending the one away that was actually a witch. You owed the coven your life and you were endlessly grateful for that, loyal until death.

That's why you didn't question it when you were told to meet up by the waterfalls at midnight. Waiting with your sisters you heard her before you could even see her, pleading with the witches dragging her through the forest, fear clearly visible on her face, Agatha. She was brought onto the platform and bound to the stake, magic bonds restricting her movements. Struggling she looked around, scared, terrified. You hid your face under your hood, averting your gaze, you didn't like this but you had faith in the head witch, believing there must be a good reason for this.

And so the trial began.

"Agatha Harkness, are you a witch"

"Yes I am a witch."

She still struggled against her bonds, fear visible on her face but there was something in her voice, something that made your skin crawl and hands shake.

"Yet you have betrayed your coven."

You gasped at that, growing angry, how dare she betrayed your sisterhood. Revealing yourselves you caught her gaze, shock and hurt crossing her features as she recognised you but you only sent her an icy glare.

"I have not."

"You stole knowledge above your age and station, you practiced the darkest of magic."

"I know..I know nothing of these crimes."

She was becoming desperate, you could hear it in her voice, pleading with the head witch for her to believe her.

"I..I swear it."

"Enough deception!"

At these words Agathas demeanour changed, she stopped struggling against her bonds, straightening up to her full height, all the fear gone from her face, replaced with something you could only identify as pride.

"I did not break your rules. They simply bent to my power."

At this she smirked, watching with delight as the faces of your sisters fell in shock, bathing in the feeling of recognition and fear. You stared at her, unbelieving of what she just said. You knew Agatha, you knew her very well, she was power-hungry and malicious but you could have never fathomed that she'd ever do something like this. Seeing your shocked expression she straightened up a little bit more, the mischievous glint in her eyes glowing brighter.

With a nod of the head witch your sisters began chanting, slowly at first, growing louder every second.

Agathas confident smirk vanished at that, getting replaced by tremendous fear as she realised what was about to happen.

"Wait.."

Her pleas were ignored as they continued the chant. Feeling the familiar rush of magic surge through your body you focused on the task at hand, ignoring the little voice in your head that told you to stop, not wanting Agatha to get hurt.

"No. I can’t control it! I..."

The chanting grew louder, drowning out the desperate cries of the chained witch.

"If only you would teach me! Help me! Please!"

Agatha tried to catch your eyes, you could feel her staring at you, her desperate cries making your heart clench in doubt, a single tear running down your face. Your feelings threatening to break your concentration you pushed them away, ignoring the pain it brought you.

"Mother, please."

You looked up at these words. Mother. You didn't know that. Hadn't been aware that Agatha was the daughter of the head witch. Dread started to settle in the pit of your stomach, you knew how this was gonna end and you found it hard enough already to even think about it. But Agatha was her daughter....

"Please! Mother!"

Ignoring the desperate cries of her daughter the head witch join in the chant. Horror manifested on Agathas face, screaming for help, pleading, but nobody listened to her. It dawned to her that this was the end, she was gonna die.

"No!"

A guttural scream tore itself from her body as she was blasted with the spell. Screaming her lungs out, her cries so loud they must be heard from miles away, her body shaking under the force of the energy, knees buckling, only the chains holding her in place.

Tears streaming down your face as you continued to focus your energy on the screaming witch, the sounds of her agony making you sick, you never wanted this. But your loyalty was to the coven, no matter how hard it made your heart ache and break in two.

You realised something was wrong when you saw the frightened look on her mother's face.

Agatha grunted, her pained screams turning into something else, the blue energy turning purple, capturing you and your sisters, holding you in place. Agatha looked around, seemingly surprised at the new development, her face changing from agony into something more sinister, something more Agatha.

You felt her magic hit you as you screamed out in pain, falling to the ground, ending the chant in an instant. You robbed away on your knees, coughing and panting, your whole body felt like it was burning and you had trouble breathing, everything becoming a blurry mess.

You couldn't see what was happening but judging by the pained screams of your sisters and the dark magic in the air it wasn't good. You groaned, getting up to your knees, a scream getting stuck in your throat when you looked into the dead face of one of your sisters, her lifeless corpse laying in front of you. Scared you looked around to see all of them dead, turned into corpses, no more than rotten flesh and bones.

Your head whipped around when you heard another scream. Looking at the scene that played in front of you, you saw mother and daughter facing each other.

Agatha was getting burned by her own mother. The head witch flying high in the air, focusing all of her energy on Agatha, trying to kill her. But it wasn't working, the blue energy turned purple, the head witch grunting as she started to crumble, turning older until her corpse hit the floor, the lifeless body dropping down not far from you.

You watched as Agatha looked at her hands, seemingly surprised by the sheer power of her magic. Shrugging it of she grasped the end of her dress as she ascended the stairs of the podium, looking like the dark goddess she was.

You held your breath as she crouched down in front of her mother, taking the brooch from her neck and pocketing it. She got up to leave when she caught a glimpse of you, still moving, alive. Her face darkening she marched towards you, hands igniting with purple magic, eyes pitch black and full of hatred, she was angry.

Your eyes widened in horror as she stalked towards you, frantically trying to get up. Your head was pounding, everything was spinning and you just felt sick. You're whole body burning like it was on fire but at the same time shivers rocked your limbs, making it impossible to move, not taking your trobbing leg and hurting ribs into consideration. It was quite possible that you had broken a couple of bones when you were slammed against the tree. Your head was starting to ring as you tried to stay conscious, the pain intensifying, you felt like you were burning on the inside, your body aflame.

In an weak attempt to protect yourself you tried to bring up an energy field, a spike of agony shooting through you as you tried. It felt like you were being ripped apart, your magic attacking you, hurting you. A feral scream tore itself from your throat, tears blurring your vision even more, feeling something drip down your nose you realised it was blood. The torturous sensation continued to move through your body, stealing your breath, making you feel like your organs were torn apart.

Black spots started to appear on your vision and you dug your nails into your thighs, trying to stay awake, trying to distract yourself from the hell you were going through. It wasn't working, the pain becoming too much you let out another strangled gasp, forcing some air into your lungs, everything was on fire, your body burning from within.

You didn't realised you were crying, tears mixing with the blood on your face, you couldn't take it anymore.

You heard footsteps move in your direction. In your pained agony you somehow managed to open your eyes, recognising the familiar silhouette of Agatha and her purple magic.

You stared at her for a long time, laying bloodied and bruised on the ground, dying. You took all of your strength to say the next words, feeling like knives slit your throat as you did.

"Please...just end my suffering..please.."

You pleaded with the other witch, your voice nothing more than a whisper, bringing you immense pain just from speaking. You wanted it to end, you couldn't take it anymore. Waiting for Agatha to bring you mercy you didn't realise she was crying, crouching in front of your broken body, not knowing what to do.

She had hurt you, she had done this to you, it dawned to her. Horror prominent on her face, this was her doing. Agatha let out a wrenched sob, clutching her chest, this was her fault, she had hurt you, had cursed you.

And now you were so scared of her that you were pleading with her to kill you, seeing it as the only option.

In your fragile state you realised that she was moving towards you, expecting the final blow you shut your eyes, praying that your pain would end.

Instead you felt gentle fingers on your forehead, soothing your pain and caressing your face. You instinctively leaned into the touch, seeking the feeling of calmness and peace that emitted from Agatha. She carefully turned you around, pulling your head in her lap, laying her hands on your chest she began chanting a spell you weren't familiar with, purple glow surrounding both of you, a familiar feeling surging through your body. The pain became less prominent, the feeling of burning up inside turning more into a fever than actually hurting you. Your head cleared up as well, still fuzzy but you could form a coherent thought again without screaming in agony.

After what seemed like an eternity the purple glow faded, leaving you exhausted, tired and still in a lot of pain, groaning as you felt your definitely broken ribs.

Agatha laid a soothing hand on your cheek, whispering comforting words as she shifted her position, a jolt of pain moving through your body at that. She apologised immediately and in your hallucinating state you could have sworn she pressed a short kiss on your cheek.

Gently hoisting you up she picked you up bridal style, whining at the movement your head lolled to the side, burying it in her neck.

The last thing you remembered was Agatha tightening her hold on you and the rush of wind, then everything went black pulling you into blissful nothingness.

When you woke up everything hurt, your head was ringing, your chest was hurting and you were sore, everywhere. You groaned, trying to sit up but a gentle hand pressed you back down, the scent of lavender and magnolia hitting your nose. You abruptly open your eyes, staring at Agatha who sat perched on the edge of your bed, still holding your hand, a concerned look on her face. You looked up at her in panic and saw silent tears running down her cheeks, her lip quivering.

"I'm so sorry angel."

You wanted to answer her but your voice was raspy and it just hurt using it, in fact everything hurt, making you feel tired and exhausted.

Agatha passed you a glass of water, gently holding your head as you greedily gulped down the liquid, spilling a little bit on the covers. She placed the glass back on the nightstand and checked your head for your fever, sighing in relief as it had gone down significantly the last couple hours.

Starting to shift in bed you let out a horrified gasp as you saw your body. You were only wearing a long linen top and the sight that greeted you was horrifying. Your whole torso was covered in cuts and bruised, bandages wrapped around your chest and left leg, your skin a mix between blues and purples.

"I tried to heal as much damage as I could, love, you have to believe me but even my magic has its limits, I'm so so sorry."

You could hear the sadness in her voice, the guilt and the pain at seeing you like that. Agatha was devastated and she didn't try to hide it.

The next days passed in a similar manner. Agatha taking care of you, making you food, reminding you to drink and changing your bandages. You still didn't know where you were or how exactly you got there but as you could barely move from the bed you decided that answering these questions could wait.

You were still very weak, dizzy spells hitting you out of nowhere and your limbs still sore. You were tired all the time, spending most of the day either sleeping or somewhere between conscious and the alluring darkness that sometimes threatened to overcome you.

Agatha was at your side most of the time, not comfortable with leaving you alone since you had passed out on day three, giving her a major scare. She would often sit by your side, reading some kind of spell book or practicing some easy spells. Her presence had a calming effect on you, her magic pulsing through the air and sparks of it landing on your skin. It felt different than before, darker, more powerful but not with an ill intent behind it. It was more of an old friend, welcome you back, it was alive and dangerous and you found yourself more often than not captivated by the powerful witch next to you, weaving spells through the air, her dark magic singing to you.

Your magic had changed as well, what had been blue energy before was now orange with a hint of pink. You didn't understand it, neither did Agatha but something had happened, something had changed inside of you, inside both of you and it was showing.

It was another stormy afternoon, rain hitting the windows and wind howling outside. You were feeling better now, able to walk around the cabin which was located in a part of the forest you've never been before. You're broken bones had been healed completely, curtsey of Agatha who had been going through all the spell books available to find the right healing potion. The dizzy spells were gone as well but the darkness lurking in the corner of your mind, luring you to follow it was still there, still prominent and it was tempting. Your magic did not return to its original colour, it also changed in its appearance, more of glowing whisps than the crackling blue energy it was before. You also felt different, more aware, more awake and most importantly, you could feel Agatha. Her emotions and feelings, tickling the corners of your mind. She was a mess. Guilt and sadness still dominant, feeling responsible for you. There was also something else, something you couldn't decipher but it left you feeling lighthearted and giddy.

You were sitting by the window seat reading one of Agatha’s spell books, more complicated than any spell book the coven had ever allowed you to read, you found out that you liked Agatha’s method of learning way better. Trying out a new spell the coral mist weaved around your hands, turning into an energy ball and then back into the unassuming whisps that always followed you around. You couldn't stop it and Agatha didn’t know why either. You figured you didn't mind, it was as if your magic was protecting you, always following you around if the need to defend yourself should arise. Putting the book back on the shelf you looked around your little cabin, it had become your home in the last few weeks, deeply hidden in the forest, surrounded by so many protecting spells you had lost count. You liked it here, the quiet of the forest and the closeness to nature, it was peaceful.

Agatha was out collecting some herbs and flowers, you had offered to go with her but she was still fussing over you, always making sure you were okay, having her hands on your body in any way, shape or form. Holding your hand while you were sitting together and reading, sitting close to you when you were having lunch, her leg brushing up against yours, an arm around you if you were taking a small walk, almost as if she'd expect you to fade out of existence this very moment. You didn't mind if you were being honest, you liked the way she cared about you, like she genuinely cared for you. It made you feel all fluttery and giddy but you dismissed the feeling as just being happy you weren't alone.

Roaming around the cabin you searched for something to pass the time as you waited for Agatha to return. Settling for reading some poetry you walked back to the window seat, tucking your feet unter your body you started reading, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the windows as the rain started to get heavier.

You didn't hear the door open or Agatha stepping inside, too focused on your poems. That's why you let out a shrill shriek as you felt her cold hands on your neck. You whipped your head around to see her smiling down at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. You both started laughing and had to take a moment to calm down again.

Wiping tears out of your eyes you looked at her, the rain had made her hair somewhat curly, a rosy tint to her cheeks from the cold outside, her hooded cape hiding most of her dress and corset. You found yourself lost in her baby blue eyes, the colour reminding you of the stormy sea and the rainy sky, you were mesmerised by her beauty. Shaking your head you came back to reality, Agatha looking at you with the same look she had on her face every time she looked at you. There was this feeling again, the feeling you couldn't decipher, not even with your newfound powers.

"What are we making for dinner today?"

Your voice seemed to snap her out of her thoughts and she took of her cape, placing the basket with flowers and herbs on the counter. She had also brought some vegetables from your little garden outside the cabin. You've always had a green thumb and magic didn't limit you to seasonal vegetables and berries which was useful if you were living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Walking over to the fireplace you looked at what you had to work with, Agatha stepping right behind you, her hand draped around your waist.

"See something you can work with hun?"

The nickname made you blush as you sorted through your ingredients, seemed like today's dinner was gonna be vegetable soup and some of the bread you had made a couple days ago.

While Agatha was magically cutting vegetables you were hearing the fireplace, lighting it with a flick of your hand, the coral mist protecting your hands from the orange flames. Preparing dinner together you and Agatha whirled around the kitchen, the other witch always touching you in some way, whether that was her just "passing by" or needing something from behind you, brushing your hand when she passed you something. Her actions made you smile, the fluttery feeling returning to your stomach and you couldn't brush it of as easy anymore.

As you waited for the soup to finish you cleaned up the kitchen and Agatha set the table, moving plates and glasses through the air, the familiar feeling of her magic present. You felt two arms wrap around you waist and you gasped in surprise as you felt her warm body pressed against your.

"Take a seat dear, I'll handle the rest."

Ignoring your protests she stirred you to the table, pulling out a chair for you and making you sit down. She squeezed your hand and gave you a short kiss on the head, rubbing your arm as she continued to clean the kitchen, making a show out of it to make you laugh.

You were wheezing from her dance number with the broom, Agatha dramatically giving a bow in your direction and shooting you a not so subtle wink.

She brought over the tray with the soup and bread, the tray floating besides her as she gracefully took a seat, placing down the food in front of you.

She was telling you about her walk in the woods, how she had seen a baby fox and the beautiful flowers she found near a cliff. You were mesmerised by her voice, wanting to listen to her for hours, just hearing her talk made you feel at peace. Made you feel at home.

As the sun set the two of you moved to the living room, cuddling close to each other as the cold of the night started to set in. You both had your magic to keep you warm but this didn't stop you from laying your head on Agatha’s shoulder, shuffling closer to her side as she began to read out of your poetry book you had spent the afternoon with.

You felt yourself getting tired as she continued to read, burying your face in the crook of her neck, her fingers absently stroking your hair as she recited old poems about love and passion.

Agatha smiled down on your sleeping form as she put the book away, careful not to wake you. She looked at your relaxed face, a little smile on your lips. You were beautiful. She had always thought you were but with her strict mother and the coven she had always pushed these feelings aside, having had more important matters at hand. But now, now there was no denying that she had fallen for you, had fallen for you a long time ago. The last couple of weeks had shown her that, she loved waking up to you bustling around the cabin, always finding new things to do. She realised that she never wanted to live without you ever again. The reason why you were here reminding her that her perfect little world could easily be crushed. The images of you laying on the forest floor still haunting her dreams sometimes, making her want to climb into your bed and hold you close, never ever letting you go. She had sworn herself that she would protect you, no matter what she had to sacrifice for it.

Gently getting up from the couch she picked you up, carrying you to your shared room, carefully placing you on your bed, tucking you under the covers she gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

Getting up to go to her own bed she felt your hand grasp hers, looking at you she saw you half asleep looking up at her with a loving smile on your face.

"Stay please."

Your request caught her off guard but she quickly caught herself as she climbed under the covers, you body cuddling close to her the minute she did. Wrapping her arms around you she pulled you closer, savouring the feeling of your body so close to her. She felt you bury your head in her chest, mumbling something that sounded an awful lot like I love you, her heart starting to pound faster at these words. Tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ears she closed her eyes, feeling happy and content as you fell asleep in her arms.

"I love you too angel, I love you too."

You woke to the sun shining through the window, grumbling you flicked your hand to draw the curtains when you heard a slight chuckle from behind you. Agatha. You remembered last night, how you had asked her to stay and how good it had felt to fall asleep in her arms, giving you the feeling of safety and home. You turned around to see her proped up on her elbow, a beautiful smile visible on her face.

"Good morning sweetheart."

"Have you been watching me all this time?"

Her cheeks started to turn a scarlet hue at your question. She nervously looked down at her hands, playing with little whisps of her magic.

"I didn't had the heart to wake you, you were sleeping so peacefully dear."

Now it was your turn to blush, your cheeks turning the colour of your magic that always surrounded you. It wavered around your hands, like the fog that surrounded your cabin in the mornings.

You looked at Agatha, messy hair framing her face, piercing blue eyes staring at you as if you were the single most important thing in the world, purple magic swirling around her hands. She looked like a goddess.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a hand caressing your face, you looked up to see Agatha hovering over your body, holding your hand, your faces so close you could feel her hot breath. You gave a her a short nod and at that she closed the gap in between the two of you.

Your hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, her body flush on your. This kiss was everything you dreamed it would be and so much more. You felt like your nerves were on fire, the only thing you could feel was Agatha and her magic. It curled around you, making your skin tingle and cheeks flush, melting together with your own magic, intensifying the experience. You felt Agatha deepen the kiss and you let her, pouring all your emotions into it, never wanting it to end. You could feel every single emotion of the witch on top of you, happiness, adoration, joy, passion and love, so much love. You could feel her, feel her soul spark with joy as she finally had found you, finally had found the missing piece, her other half, her soulmate.

When you broke apart the room was basked in purple and coral light, your magic swirling around the room, connected with each other. You looked at Agatha who had a loving smile on her face. She pulled you up and you were basically pulled into her lap. Cradling your face you could see some tears in the corner of her eyes. Wiping them away she speaks, her voice not more than a whisper.

"Please tell me this is not a dream."

You shake your head and take her hands in yours, absently drawing small circles on them.

"No definitely not a dream."

At this Agatha smiles, crushing her lips on yours for another passionate kiss.

You knew the future wasn't gonna be easy but together you were unstoppable.

You had found your missing half, your soulmate.

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[katsukikitten]

In which you find yourself fake dating Bakugou to appease his mother. Thank @bakugotrashpanda​ that I even write. Comment your thoughts below or if you’re shy leave me an ask! AGED UP/PRO HERO AU, and dolls there are currently no warnings.   Part on is HERE

Anger fuels your actions as you withdraw a knife, face twisted into a feral snarl as you close the distance between you and your not so lucky boss. He matches your disgusted features, closing faster than you can to keep your knife from finding purchase between his third and fourth ribs. He corners you out of sight, the woman who was attending to you turns away with a blush. Truly thinking the two of you were having an intimate moment when it was anything but.

"This joke isn't fucking funny." You growl struggling to keep your voice low as his vice grip on your biceps becomes harsher. 

"It's not a fucking joke." He hisses, before one of his hands runs through his hair. A sign of stress you noticed for the ash blonde, while the other hand sets blunt nails into your skin. You blow air through your nose as if you were a steaming dragon waiting for him to explain. 

"My mom won't leave me the hell alone about a girlfriend. Like I fucking have time for one." He starts and you break away from his grip.  

"Then we just pretend." A huff while he shakes his head. 

"But we have to make it look good. She will expect PDA, and a lot of it." You laugh at his statement while he looks away. 

"Please as if Dynamight is touchy feely." You tease making hand motions as you let your fingers play against his clothed muscles. He gives you a pointed look, something odd shines deeply in those dark eyes. Something like hurt, your smile falters for a moment as you watch him peek over a guarded wall. 

"Growing up I was. And still am with people I...know well. Plus she's already seen me in a serious relationship." 

"Then why aren't you bringing her?" The venom escapes you faster than you can stop it. Regret blooms in your stomach as you watch his guard blow sky high, burning sugar fills the air. His glare pure anger as he bites out 

"She only loved me for my Pro-hero money." 

He turns away from you to collect himself, angry that he's still angry over a bitch that should be long forgotten. Still your tongue was sharper than any knife on your thick yet fit body. He sighs, trying to let the tension free from his shoulders before he reluctantly offers you his large, ungloved hand. 

The thought of your bare palm touching his sends your stomach into a summersault before he grabs onto your hand himself, even interlacing your fingers. 

It had been years since you held someone's hand, let alone been close enough to smell them. A cold sweat prickles over your skin before he speaks. 

"Let's make this shit look good." 

With that he pulls you out of the store, setting off rhythmic short blasts so nothing but blinding light can be caught on film. Some camera's lose their lenses thanks to your sly hands as you shove them deep in Bakugou's jacket that he insisted you'd wear over your cute outfit. That his mom would take it more seriously that you wore his clothes that he might have offered to you. 

Your hand feels warm in Bakugou's as he guides the two of you down the street, eyeing jewelry through glass windows here and there. He tries to keep his focus on the way to the bakery instead of how small your hand is in his.

"So is there something special about tonight's dinner? Any sort of occasion?" You prompt, anything to avoid the squeezing in your heart. 

"It's her birthday today." He says nonchalantly as your anxiety skyrockets. 

"Birthday?! Baku-" 

"Katsuki." He cuts you off, sending you a glare, "It has to be Katsuki or some dumb pet name from now on, Princess."

You point daggers as you glare up at him, his slightly messy hair dances in the wind as his faded sides do anything to protect him from the biting cold. You think to offer him his jacket back, it felt three sizes too big. 

"Look, Katsuki a birthday dinner is a big fucking deal. She'll think we are serious." The two of you stop just before the bakery, he let's go of your hand to open the door for you, a habit he's picked up from Kirishima. You step inside the warmth and let the smell of mouth watering sweets over take your senses. The smell fights with the smokey sweet scent that rolls off of Bakugou as he crowds closer to you due to the busy cafe.

"Good. She needs to think we are. Before you say anything else it's one dinner. She won't remember by Christmas." He snarls, pressing his hand into your lower back to gently push you forward in line. Suddenly someone behind the counter waves to catch your attention. 

"Ah Dyna-" The clerk clears his throat before he causes a frenzy, most people already too timid of Bakugou to approach him, having you the tough as nails hero by his side makes him seem even deadlier. 

"Bakugou-sama. I just finished the decorations for the order. Would you like to approve it?" 

"Yea yea." He says cooly, eyes glancing over his usual cup of an iced americano, he taps the lid and the Barista gives him her full attention. Lashes batting as she practically squirms with pleasure beneath his weighted gaze, you fight to keep the disgust off your face. How could anyone fawn over this wet blanket?

"I need a toasted white mocha iced coffee with sweet cream." His voice is smooth and she begins to get to work even without his please but you're caught too off guard to scold him.  How did he know your coffee order? 

You always went to get the coffee with Kirishima and only then for an excuse to get out of the office and away from a pig headed blonde. 

"Trying something new?" She asks as she sets it down, her number clearly written on this cup as well. You keep your face blank as she ignores you. 

"Maybe." He says giving her little eye contact as the owner pushes her away to show off the cake.  He removes the lid of the box and before it is all the way off a genuine, although small, smile forms on his face as he stares at the beautiful array of flowers in icing. Another surprise that his face can go so soft before it changes in an instant. His normal cocky smile returning as he removes his wallet and over pays for it all. 

"This is too…" But the owner is cut off by a nasty vermillion glare before he passes you your coffee grabbing for his own and the bag. 

"See ya round." Is all he offers before slipping out of the ringing door. Stunned into silence you drink your delicious drink as you two make your way back to his car. 

"It's cold enough that the icing won't get fucked up. Are you cold? I want to get that hag one more thing. Not sure what though." He says gently placing the cake into the floorboard of the back seat. 

"Well for starters I'm sure she'd love it if you stopped calling her a hag. That's rude, dickface." You say finishing your coffee, body singing from the much needed energy. He rolls his eyes at your comment, grabbing for your trash as he tosses his empty cup as well. 

"Yea well, she pisses me off." He grunts, eyes shifting for cameras before letting his hand slide down your forearm to your hand. You jolt from the touch but absentmindedly lean into his warmth. 

"Mmhmm." You affirm with a bit of an attitude. He sneers down at you as the two of you actively look for anything that screams Bakugou Mitsuki. 

Although you aren't so sure you know what that would be. Your mind wanders to what his family is like as his molten eyes rove over window shops and glare at passer byers. Anyone with their phone out and aimed at him gets an especially intimidating look. 

"Do we have a background to our fake relationship?" You ask, curiosity bubbling through your bloodstream carried by caffeine. 

"Kinda explains itself doesn't it?" He prompts, "We work together a lot. She's heard your name before." 

"Oh." Is all you can say, would his mom ask for details? Well it wouldn't be too hard to believe that she would want the story most likely from you, hoping you'll gush over the details any other man would skimp. A sigh leaves your lips before your eyes catch an odd glint in the light, ahead of you two is a small woman beneath a parasol as if the lazy winter sun threatened the day. Your eyes blow wide as she turns, heart racing in your chest as you see the black kimono and fox mask slightly askew. 

Quickly you grab onto Bakugou's black dress shirt, backing yourself up against a brick wall, guiding him with you. 

"What are you doing?" He hisses as your brain panics, he sees a rare twinge of fear in your eyes. Setting him in high alert, his skin crackles as he tries to summon his quirk. 

"It's just...I think I saw my ex and I'm not ready to see him yet." A lie, a bold face lie as you fight the screaming need in your blood. To withdraw a knife, to send it through that bitch's third eye chakra. 

But if you did, then everyone would know. 

Bakugou would know. 

You gulp down the instinct. 

"Where?" He growls leaning closer to you to block your face. The busy crowd overlaps the petite woman in black before it parts again leaving you with an uneasy pit in your stomach. 

"I-" You catch your breath, smoothing his dress shirt as your eyes are fixated to the spot, "I guess I only thought I saw him." 

Your voice threatens to crack and in the three years the two of you have worked closely together, he has never seen you like this. Worried, disheveled almost. He leans in close, leveling himself to you as he stares into your eyes. 

"Did he…?" His eyes linger over your scars for a second, unknowingly and for the first time, Bakugou makes you feel weak. Your eyes screw into a nasty sneer before you give him a light shove. 

"No." You hiss, wanting to cross your arms but after what looked like a kiss, you gently relax your face, grabbing for his hand as you pull him along.  Suddenly tired of the easy stroll and knowing exactly what to get his mother.  

"A watch? Not a bad idea." He says as the two of you look over the case. 

"No, too old fashioned. Your mom would like this." A smile forms on your lips as your finger taps the glass case over a silver bracelet. In your head you've seen four different ways to take the bracelet without alarm or notice until it was much too late. Instead you flag someone down. 

"Do you all still inscribe in house?" You ask, earning a nod from the attendant, "Perfect. Now Ba- Katsuki you just have to think of something nice to say." 

He glares down at the bracelet for a long time before he writes something down on the form. After an hour the man returns asking Bakugou to confirm the writing after a nod and a few minutes the hot head is passed a delicate white bag. 

Time blurs together as your eyes search the crowd for a haunting fox mask while Bakugou guides the two of you to the car. Shutting the passenger door behind you and only then do you let out a heavy sigh of relief. 

The drive isn't long before Bakugou pulls up in front of a nice two story townhome, parking his black sports car.

"Get out." He states, slipping out of the car himself only to wait impatiently by your door. 

"This is turning into a lot more than half a day." 

"Make it through this dinner and I'll make it worth your while." He snarls, picking up the gift and cake before heading to the front door. He slides in his old key and opens the door to his childhood home expecting you to follow him in. Tentatively you do, slipping off your shoes much slower than him as he rushes to the kitchen. Your heart rushes in your ears banging against your ribcage as your mind races. You had never been in a home so nice before, well not invited anyway. You always had to resort to climbing through windows or picking the lock to reveal the shiny contents of inside. 

Was this what it was like to grow up in a home?

Your third thought only after mentally logging the windows and doors, listing the valuables in descending order. Your eyes wander over the pictures on the foyer table, you smirk to yourself as you see a tiny Bakugou with what must be his mother and Father. They are all laughing and for a moment your heart hurts as you think of your sister shivering under a piss covered blanket.

"Oi! Come here." Bakugou calls from somewhere within the house, you pass the stairs and small hall into the dining room with tatami doors that open into the kitchen. 

"Sit." He orders, pointing to the low dining room table. 

"I'm not a dog, I'm your 'date' Asshole." You snarl, "What are you doing anyway?" 

"What's it fucking look like? I'm cooking! Ma will be home by the time I'm done. Get comfortable, bitch face." 

"Wow what a great pet name." You hiss, collapsing into the pillows with a sigh, part of you wished this was a kotatsu so you could take a nap. Instead you stare at the ceiling mind wandering as the smell of something good floats through the house. You think of how warm the home feels compared to the blistering wind that whips outside, reminding you that maybe you should fix your hair before meeting his parents. 

"Bathroom?" You whine, still unmoving on the floor. The hot head sticks half his body over the threshold to stare down at you. His glare speaks a thousand words. 

"Yea yea hands to myself I got it." 

"Upstairs, to the right."

"Got it boss!" You fake salute from the floor before rising. Taking the stairs quickly, fully intending to take a right but the door at the top of the stairs is slightly open. A faint smell of caramel tickles your nose as you near closer. Peering inside you see what had to be Bakugou's childhood bedroom, seemingly untouched. Bed made, All might and singed villains hang from the walls, some long forgotten laundry in a basket and a bookshelf filled with a variety books. 

His room was bigger than your current studio apartment and all you can do is sigh. And wonder. Trying not to feel jealous over the nice life he clearly had growing up while you were kept in a dark room to "strengthen your mind" for days at a time. Still it's not as if it were Bakugou's fault, he was just lucky. And you wouldn't wish your childhood on anyone. 

Not even Bakugou. 

Your record mentioned your thefts but never your much darker past. And how could they? It had been drilled into you how to clean up after yourself.

Habit forces your hand for something, anything as you snatch a small keychain of Allmight and shove it into your jeans pocket. 

"You lost?" Bakugou yells through the quiet home. 

"No, a woman takes her time!" You shout back slamming the door. Staring into your reflection as you wish for the night to end. 

It doesn't end as quickly as you'd like but it goes by at a decent pace. Introductions come easy and Mitsuki smiles brightly at you which feels like a good sign. Dinner goes by smoothly, the food delicious as you even help yourself to seconds. 

Surprisingly the Bakugous are easy to talk to, it felt as if you'd always know his parents. Laughing over shared stories and even listening intently to their work and fashion. 

"So what did you think?" Mitsuki asks as Katsuki goes to clear the table. You try to stand to help only for his broad hand to land on your shoulder, forcing you back into a seated position. You straighten your back. 

"Ah dinner was delicious. I didn't know Katsuki-kun could cook so well." You smile as her face begins to sour. Uh oh.  

"KATSUKI ARE YOU NOT FEEDING HER? HOW HAS SHE NOT HAD YOUR FOOD NOT ONCE? YOU JERK YOU BETTER NOT BE SOME ASSHOLE THAT MAKES THE WOMAN COOK!" 

"LISTEN YOU HA-!" He stops himself and glances at you causing you to quickly intervene. 

"Oh Bakugou-san…" 

"Mitsuki-san." She inturrpts, suddenly level headed as she looks to you. 

"Mitsuki-san, Katsuki and I have only been dating officially for a month. We haven't had the chance for a home cooked meal yet." You lie with a sweet worried smile that Mitsuki buys. 

"I see, so what is it that you like about my bullish son?"  

Nothing, is what you want to say, looking at him to buy you time as you think. Slowly the words come to you. You think of how he knew your coffee order, how angry he looked on your behalf when he thought the person who carved you up was someone you once loved. 

"Underneath all that brutish attitude is a really nice guy. He can be kind and caring. He is heroic despite his mouth." He looks as surprised as his mother when you speak before she smiles. Bakugou keeps his eyes trained on you as he returns from the kitchen with the cake and gift. 

"Here." Bakugou sets the small gift box in front of his mom, who tears into it immediately. She smiles looking down at the bracelet as she turns it to see the inscription inside. Her eyes water as Masaru smiles reading the words aloud. 

"Family first." He rubs Mitsuki's back as she quickly wipes away a stray tear. 

"I think it's time for the photo album." 

"NO!" 

"YES!" She slams the old book down, flanking your other side to look over the pages with you.  Awkwardly you offer a smile as Katsuki groans beside you. 

"Mooooom!"

"Hush ungrateful brat! It's my birthday!" Mitsuki says as if it's final, Katsuki grumbles in defeat. 

She pours over the pictures, pointing out things here and there, after a while you begin to smile. Relishing over the fact you're probably the only person who's seen their boss' embarrassing baby pictures. 

"I should blow these the fuck up!" Bakugou growls, reaching for the album. You grab onto his poppin hand to stop him. 

"No, you're so lucky you have these…" Fuck, you're about to make things super awkward, there will be a dreaded question and no matter how many times you answer it, even if it is a lie, it hurts. Feeling as though an icy hand cradles your heart as it beats, fingers becoming an uncomfortable vice. 

"Why? Did something happen to your photos?" The pity in Mitsuki's voice digs beneath your skin, you sigh. 

"They were lost to a fire." An easier lie to the actual truth. Honestly you weren't even sure if you had ever been photographed before. 

Maybe just your mug shots. 

Still you couldn't stomach the thought of telling Mitsuki that you didn't know whether your parents died tragically or if they left you and your sister to die in the streets. 

After a moment Mitsuki presses her hand to your back, a brief rub before she presses into your shoulder blade, as if you remind you she was there. 

"Well, you always have family here dear." She smiles softly, your heart flutters. The Bakugous, even if it was supposed to be pretend, felt like family to you.

"Thank you." You smile back as Mitsuki allows you to flip the page. Your smile forms into a smirk as you see a smaller version of your hot headed boss standing next to a boy with curly emerald hair. 

"You and Izuku used to be good friends huh?" You tease, "What happened?" 

Bakugou doesn't react as you expect him too, he is not raging and cursing instead his face is calm, open. 

"Pride got in the way." His words somber, "But Deku's over it." 

A small silence falls over the room from Katsuki's honesty, Mitsuki glances at her husband who gives a small nod. Still you stare at the ash blonde who starts to crowd you, something odd sitting on his face. 

"Are you?" The question falls from your plush lips. Bakugou grits his teeth

"Turn the fucking page." And you do, the next picture his graduating glass and you are elated, excited to see your newfound friends in their youth. 

"Eijoru-kun! Gods look at his hair. It was so short then! Look at how close you guys are!" 

The next hour is shared over cake and memories. It feels good to be "family" if only for the night. 

"It is getting late Mitsuki dear." Masaru says softly, pulling a sigh from his wife. She stands and everyone follows. She gives hugs out by the door, squeezing you especially tight. 

"Oh Katsuki! The two of you should have Christmas dinner here, we are having fried chicken!" Mitsuki exclaims, immediately Bakugou shuts it down giving you a look as if you gave her the idea  

"No! We havta work." He shrugs his shoulders, holding out his jacket for you to slip into. Slowly you slip your arms in as you watch disappointment wash over Mitsuki's features. 

Don't say it, don't say it don't say it. 

You ignore the voice in your head and say it anyway. 

"Actually, Eijirou forced us off Christmas remember? Since we've worked so many in a row." Bakugou bristles, obviously agitated as he roughly places the jacket on your shoulders, resting his hot hands there. 

"Come on we didn't have any plans right?" 

A part of you does it for the money, another part of you does it out of loneliness.

He glares at you, squeezing you so hard you're sure it'd be bruised. 

"Fine." He bites out while Mitsuki grabs at his ear. 

"Don't act as if we are a chore!" She taps her bracelet, "Family first!" 

"Family first." He growls and you're learning this is what they say instead of 'I love you'. He tries to guide you out to the car but his mother grabs his sleeve. 

"It'll be just a moment dear." She smiles at you, Bakugou goes into his pants pockets for the keys for you but you are already dangling them with a devilish smirk. His eyes harden as you turn to give him your back. Hand smoothly removing the old All Might keychain to attach it to his keys. A part of you will wonder if he will notice. 

Meanwhile Mitsuki gives Bakugou a deadly look before an even deadlier hug. 

"I really like her." She pulls away allowing Bakugou to step outside, "Don't fuck this up." 

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in your bedroom after the war (Dick/Artemis)

Title: in your bedroom after the war Summary: As far as coping mechanisms go, Artemis could be doing worse. At least her method has a gymnast’s ass. / Post-Invasion, pre-Outsiders. Rated M.  A/N: I have one (1) agenda and that is messy grieving fuck buddies who are each other’s ride-or-dies. if you are not into fic that sits squarely in sad feral horny territory, then this is probably not your speed.

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| GOTHAM

| JANUARY 14, 2017; 12:05 AM EST

Artemis is a bit heavier than she was in her teenage years, but her feet land lightly on the fire escape by the window. An hour ago, she’d called her mom from Metropolis, promising she’d be home by midnight. Ever since her daughter faked her death a year ago, Paula Nguyen has become even more of a worrywart, and Artemis knows that the five minutes she’s running late are going to cause her to receive an earful.

“Didn’t think I’d see you back in this neck of the woods.” A familiar figure drops from the roof above onto the rung below her.

“Nightwing.”

She’s not surprised that he’s been keeping tabs. Officially, he’s been on a leave of absence for the past six months, but Dick, like her, is vigilant in his grief.

She’d come back to Gotham because it put her closer to Metropolis and Beta Squad’s continued investigation of LexCorp, but the truth is that she could have Zeta-tubed from Palo Alto easily. Their—her—apartment had been no good though, not without Wally. So she’d left most of her things in storage to figure out later and moved back in with her mom. On days when Artemis can’t muster the energy to get out of bed, Paula wheels determinedly around the kitchen, ready to whip up some mì xào  or a warm bowl of  mì gói.  They play card games and laugh about how bad Wally was at tiến lên the first time Paula tried to teach him. Your boy has no patience, he always wants to play his strongest cards right away, her mom had teased, and Wally had protested, I make it a rule to always put my best foot forward! and Artemis had loved him even more then.

Loved. Loves. She hates the past tense.

“I mean, were you ever going to ask me to grab coffee?”

She can see the bits of Wally in his cracks. In a room together, it was always easy to tell they were best friends from the way they riffed off each other. The acrobat and the speedster: all verbal gymnastics and fast-moving quips. But unlike Wally, who liked poking fun because he liked getting attention, Dick is at his wittiest when trying to avoid talking about himself.

Artemis reaches out and pulls him to sit down beside her. She makes a show of looking at her watch.

“How’s… 12:15 AM this Saturday?”

Dick pretends to check it against his mental schedule. If his is anything like hers, it probably goes: Wake up. Exercise (beating up bad guys counts). Mourn.

“Yeah, seems like I can swing it.”

“Perfect,” says Artemis, sliding up the glass panes to let them into her childhood bedroom. “I’ve got just the stuff.” 

*

In the kitchen, Brucely stirs briefly from his dog bed to sniff the air and  yip, then curls back asleep. Paula hands Dick a mug, waiting for him to take a sip before saying, “So you were the one who had the brilliant plan to have my daughter fake her death.” 

Dick splutters; from the table, Artemis rises to his defense. “Mom,” she says. “Leave him be.”

Setting his cup down, Dick leans against the cabinets, bending his head slightly and rubbing the back of his neck. He does a good job of appearing chastised, and Artemis wants to roll her eyes, if only because she’s heard from Bette and Raquel that this pose is far too effective at convincing women to want to forgive him or try again.

“I’m not leading much of anything these days, if that’s at all a comfort to you.”

“Hmph.” Paula sniffs. “You live alone?”

“Yeah.” Dick shoots Artemis a questioning look over her mom’s head. Artemis shrugs.

“What do you do to fill the time?”

“A lot of reading. Gotham’s library system actually has a pretty good selection, believe it or not. I’ve also gotten really into meditating.”

“And you don’t sleep.”

Dick stiffens. For the first time, he looks exposed, a boy with too much guilt and too much time on his hands.

“I do. Tonight I was just… restless.”

Paula nods and backs up her wheelchair so she can sit by Artemis, curling her fingers over Artemis’s hand and squeezing. She raises her drink, Artemis and Dick following suit, the three of them toasting to invisible losses.

“Aren’t we all.”

*

Later, back on the fire escape, Dick taps his fingers against the railing, jittery. “I feel like I need to start doing jumping jacks. What was in that stuff?”

Artemis bites back a smile. “Yeah, Vietnamese coffee packs a hit. That’s my bad. Probably should have given you something non-caffeinated at this hour.”

“It’s fine. I’ll jog it out, or something.” He turns to go, but Artemis stops him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, listen—it was good seeing you tonight. And if you need someone to talk to…” What she really means is: it’d be nice to be around someone who’s hurting as much as I am. Not to say that the rest of the team wasn’t as torn up over Wally’s death, but she and Dick had been ground zero. Closest to the blast.

After a pause, Dick nods. “Yeah… I could use a sparring partner, actually. I’ll send you an address.”

“Okay.” Satisfied, Artemis withdraws her hand, curling her fingers into her palm.

It feels like a start.

*

Dick’s directions lead Artemis to Wayne Manor; from there he takes her to the Bat Cave.

“I thought you were striking out on your own,” Artemis says, using her forearms to deflect a kick to her face. Dick grunts and recovers, throwing a punch to her stomach; she dances out of the way.

“I am. I just pop in here from time to time because Bruce has better equipment. Plus there’s less of a chance of me disturbing the neighbors.” He gestures to the eerily blue-lit stone walls around them.

Artemis feints and goes low, ducking under Dick’s guard. Two quick hits to Dick’s sternum pushes him back, before he gets a hand on her wrist and twists her around so that her back is pressed against his chest.

“Weren’t we supposed to be talking?”

Kicking his shin, Artemis breaks free. “All right, fine. I’ll start.”  Jab.  “I keep wanting a scapegoat.”  Kick.  “Like, one person to blame, instead of something as big as the Reach. But it’s not some giant revenge thing, and I know Wally wouldn’t want me to go down that sort of all-consuming rabbit hole even if it was, and that pisses. Me. Off.” On those last words, she manages to use Dick’s momentum against him and flips him over her shoulder.

For a minute, it’s so quiet between them she can hear the faint plip of water dripping from a stalactite into the water below the sparring dais. Still lying on the floor, Dick confesses, “I keep hearing him.”

“I make a joke to myself and he’s there, in my ear, with the punchline. And then…” He passes a hand over his face.  “And then I realize that the real punchline is him being gone.”

Slowly, Artemis approaches him. She feels like she did when they were undercover at Haly’s circus so many years ago, that brief moment of hangtime before their hands connected in the air. She means to sit down next to him, pat his shoulder, she doesn’t know what, but instead Dick sweeps her legs out from under her and she goes down hard, the air whooshing out of her chest as she falls flat on her back.

“Agh!” The release sets something loose inside her. Next thing she knows, she’s yelling again, louder, just because.

Dick catches on and then it’s just the two of them shouting, their voices echoing through the cavern, threading around and piling atop each other like a flock of birds. After they’re done, Dick rolls so that they’re lying side by side.

“You know, when we were starting out—when we first became friends—I used to make fun of Wally that if he kept talking so much while running he was bound to swallow more bugs, or something. And he’d just shoot back like, ‘Nah dude, you think I’m not fast enough to see them and dodge them in the air?’ But you know how he was always so hungry after missions? One time I was so mad at him I put a bug in his sandwich. I’ve never forgotten the look on his face after he bit into it and I said, dodge that.”

“You didn’t.” Artemis gasps and covers her mouth, horrified, but she can see it so vividly: the colors draining from Wally’s face, making his freckles pop even more against his skin, the same greenish tint his cheeks took the time they went to Vietnam and he got food poisoning. He’d spent two days feverishly glaring up at the mosquito netting, and Artemis had draped cold hand towels over his forehead and promised she wasn’t going to leave him for the very obliging boy who kept bringing them ice.

“I did.” Dick is gleeful. “Really put the ‘rank’ in prank.”  

Artemis snorts; the snort turns into a full-blown guffaw. Dick turns toward her, laughing too. His hair is matted with sweat but still soft; it brushes against her forehead.

It feels so good to be close to someone again, to be able to flip on a dime from sadness to frustration to anger to laughter and not have to explain herself. She can’t remember the last time she smiled and didn’t feel guilty about it, and she means it more affectionately than anything when she reaches over and brings Dick’s mouth to hers, like if she inhales whatever they’ve temporarily managed to create here between them, it’ll be enough to tide her over for the next few months. For a second, he’s warm and responsive, before his lips stiffen and he pulls back.

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

Shouldn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t.  Shouldn’t beat yourself up about it, shouldn’t blame yourself for getting back in the game.  Artemis is sick of people telling her how to deal, how it’s supposed to go.  It’ll get better and then it doesn’t. People talk like there are guidebooks for this kind of shit, like it’s a marathon she just needs to pace herself through. And it’s the stupidest thing, but she misses being held.

She sits up and crosses her arms, resisting the urge to curl in on herself. “You didn’t do anything. I’ll go.”

“No, Artemis, wait, I don’t think you should go, I just want to understand what’s going on—”

“I want you to touch me, okay?” she explodes. “I want you to touch me because he’s never going to again and I know you loved him too and—and maybe if it’s you, I won’t feel so desperately alone.”

Dick looks stricken, and then, hesitantly, he reaches for her. His eyes are so blue, the kind of crushed eggshell you’d use to make a paint. “You’re not alone.”

“Prove it,” she says, vision blurring with tears—wanting, needing him closer, and then his hairline is up against hers again and his nose is at her cheek, his mouth at her jaw, soft but with a willingness to bruise. Don’t ask me what we’re about to do, Artemis silently begs, and Dick doesn’t.

 *

 Wally had been a restless lover. Always turning them over, switching positions. Artemis had taken it as a challenge, part of the ongoing competition that defined their relationship. Deep down, she’d known that Wally would be just as content if the rest of their sex life consisted solely of spooning gently on Sundays, which, if anything, was why she’d been so eager to experiment—because it felt like an easy gift she could give, not something she had to master to “maintain excitement” or make him stay.

She’s not sure what she expected from Dick. Maybe that’s a comfort—that she wasn’t fantasizing before they happened, wondering about all the mechanics of how it would go. Dick lets her call the shots, lets her ride him into the ground, the grip of his fingers around her thighs the only reminder she isn’t just angling toward oblivion. When he presses his thumb between her legs, it’s a weird sort of anchor—like hearing a voice pick up on a line you thought was dead. She has a body, and here’s someone on the other end of it, caring about her release. As soon as that thought hits, the relief shudders through her; she keeps rocking long enough to feel Dick follow, a stutter and a grunt, before she collapses boneless over him, the sweat of his skin a comforting stickiness against her cheek.

Internally, she apologizes to Bruce for desecrating his training space. Then again, they’re hardly the first of the Justice League to get handsy in less than appropriate places. She’s seen how Black Canary and Green Arrow act around each other.

Below her, Dick catches his breath. The rush of blood—his or hers—is loud in her ears.

“I didn’t think you’d be so…”  Giving, she means to say, but it gets lost on her tongue. “I mean, Zatanna…” she trails off again.

If Dick’s embarrassed at the prospect of his ex-girlfriend having blabbed about the details of their sex life to Artemis, he doesn’t show it. His fingers find a snag in her hair; gently, he works it loose. The air smells hedonistic. He keeps combing. Nice is the only word she can think to describe it, and that makes her want to cry again, so she squeezes her eyes shut.

“Thank you,” she whispers against his chest.

Dick pauses his ministrations. He flattens his palm against the base of her neck and just—holds her there.

“Don’t mention it.”  

When she goes home that afternoon to shower, she runs the water on full blast for a long time.

 *

 Armed with Chinese food, she visits Dick’s place the next day intent on making amends. Dick doesn’t even act surprised; he just points to the glass coffee table where she can set the bag of chopsticks, napkins, and takeout.

“I’m trying to decide what to watch.”

There’s really no need for him to stand in front of the TV the way he does, one hand propped on his hip as he clicks through options with the remote. Artemis lets herself ogle, a bit. The surest way to blow past what happened between them yesterday is to be honest with herself, right? And as far as coping mechanisms go, Artemis could have done worse. At least her method has a gymnast’s ass.

“Any preferences?”

“Between what?” asks Artemis, cracking open the carton of lo mein and settling back against the cushions. The Netflix suggestion algorithm onscreen paints a condemning picture of Dick’s tastes. “True crime or… true crime?”

Wally had been really into nature documentaries. One time during freshman year, when they were still living on Stanford’s campus, they’d gotten high in Wally’s dorm room and watched Blue Planet. Wally had cried when the seal got flung apart by killer whales.

“I’ll Be Gone in the Dark it is, then,” says Dick. He settles next to her on the couch, peeling back one of the orders and sniffing its contents. “What’s this one?”

“Salt and pepper ribs. They were today’s special.”

“Artemis.” Dick beams. “You really do care about me.”

 *

 Ten minutes into the episode begs a single question: “Isn’t it sort of depressing that you spend so much of your day fighting crime, and then you go home to unwind and just watch… more of it?”

Dick shrugs. “It keeps me sharp. And it’s nice seeing other people solve problems.”

“Well, if you ever feel like branching out, there’s a short film about Rubik’s cubes you might like.” Artemis nudges his side. “Remember when you were a scrawny math geek?”

Bringing both hands behind his head, Dick smirks. “Still a math geek. Just not scrawny.”

Artemis stares. That was just a bit of friendly showboating, right? Or was it a flirt? Not trusting herself, she whips her gaze back toward the TV. What feels like eons later, the credits roll.

“Artemis,” Dick says, too soft for having just finished a show about murder. He taps the corner of his mouth. “You’ve got some food stuck.”

She wipes with the back of her hand; a breaded piece of orange chicken emerges as the culprit. Without thinking, she flicks it off, sending it flying somewhere onto Dick’s carpet.

“Oops.”

Chuckling, Dick shakes his head. “I need to vacuum tomorrow, anyways.”

The mention of tomorrow stirs her. “Right. I should head out.”

“Yeah.” Dick rises to help her clean up their mess, holding open the plastic bag so she can toss in the soiled napkins and other bits of trash. “Or—”

He hesitates, but the hesitation’s enough. It might as well be a hand on her wrist, with how it stops her in her tracks. All night, despite what she told herself, she’s been looking for proof: proof that his aloneness fits the shape of hers, that he needs her, too. This time, Dick makes the first move—cups her face in both hands and kisses her, slow and deep and full of heat. Some pepper from the food they ate still lingers on his lips, making her mouth tingle, and Artemis is dizzy and flat on her back on the couch before she knows it, giving in.

Not scrawny at all, she thinks, admiring the solidness of Dick’s knees on either side of her, the weight of his frame as they grind together. The sheer mechanics of it feel very horny-teenager-after-prom, but the way Dick sucks her bottom lip and swallows her breath down with it is decidedly adult.  These days, Artemis practically lives in her sports bra, which doesn’t exactly grant easy access, but when Dick’s fingertips skim over the cotton covering her breasts the sensation zings all the way down her spine.

“Need… off…”

“Yeah,” Dick murmurs, humming as he moves down the column of her neck. “Gimme a sec, I’m working on it.”

She’d worn sweats because she figured their bagginess would keep her from sparring again and any potential… situations that could arise from that. Instead, all it means is Dick unties the drawstrings easily, sliding her pants down her legs. Cool air brushes across her as he shifts positions; she wants to sob in relief. His teeth graze her hip and then catch the edge of her panties and—oh. Fuck. The moan tears out of her and she scrabbles at the armrest, hips rising of their own accord. Next time, she is handcuffing Dick to a bed, because what he’s doing with his tongue and fingers should be illegal. She can feel him grinning, the bastard, and the only thing keeping her from crushing his head to a pulp between her thighs is the maneuver he pulls where he hooks her knees over his shoulders, so he can change the angle and plunge in deeper. Artemis shoves the edge of her T-shirt into her mouth at the last minute, only barely managing to muffle her cry.

Dick surfaces from his solo mission looking entirely too satisfied, mouth glistening. Trembling, still, from her orgasm, Artemis squints at him, possessed by some combination of unbridled lust and rage.

“Dick.”

“You calling, or asking?”

“Shut up,” she hisses. She feels like a newborn foal, after what he just did to her, but the urge to dismantle him just as thoroughly sends her surging upward and pushing him back. Dick welcomes their reversed positions by peeling off his shirt and tossing it over his shoulder, all while Artemis works furiously at his belt. It shouldn’t feel so good, to hear the metal clink against his button and watch the leather slide through the loops. To see the shadows the light of the TV casts on him—the lashes on his cheeks, the hollow of his throat. Artemis hadn’t paid much attention the first time, too desperate and caught up a bit in self-loathing, but now she’s actually enjoying this, savoring the flex of Dick’s abs as he pushes up to meet her, his skin pebbling at her touch.

“I’m going to take you apart,” she purrs.

Dick groans and bucks. The sensation sends a sharp spike of pleasure through her, and she clamps down on him tighter, refusing to yield.

“Try me, Tigress,” he rasps, pushing himself up on one arm so he can mouth at her collarbone. With his other hand, he pulls off her hairtie so her hair comes free of her ponytail, and this is going to be a thing with him, isn’t it, him wanting to fuck her while her hair swings loose around her face. She indulges him for a few minutes, claws his back and bites his shoulder for good measure, but then she’s pushing him back down and stretching out her body as languidly as possible to remind him who’s boss. Their pace slows. Dick keeps a hand fisted in her hair, so he can tug her head back in order to keep her neck exposed to his wanton mouth, but his grip gets less sure the closer she pushes him to the edge.

“Art—” says Dick, the single syllable like a painting pinned to the wall, fraught with desire, and then he just lets it drop, the tresses of her hair falling through his fingers. She wants to tell him that he’s beautiful, that he does look like a boy wonder, right then, in the midst of coming undone, chest flushed and hair mussed and pupils blown nearly wide enough to overtake the blue.

She doesn’t, but she stays the night, and that’s close enough.

 *

  High-functioning, Artemis’s therapist had called her, before Artemis moved back to Gotham. And it does feel like a high—the sneaking around, the after-hours meet-ups, the back-and-forth. There’s no one really keeping tabs on her, though Artemis has plenty of cover stories if anyone asks (new intel, side reconnaissance, etcetera, etcetera). Her mom eyes her and says, “As long as you’re not planning on staging your own death again, because I will find out and I will kill you this time,” and that’s that. Artemis nearly laughs. If anything, what she’s doing is the opposite, a small resurrection. An entire month and a half passes this way: day trips and dinners and movie nights and Dick and her in a bathtub, in the shower, against a wall. She even wears a gown and heels once, not because they have an actual event to attend, but because Dick has a fantasy that involves taking her from behind in the Wayne Manor library.

They’re in his apartment on a Sunday morning bathing in the afterglow, sheets tangled around their waists. Thank god Dick is one of those assholes that splurged on not only a nice mattress but also a solid bed frame. Artemis reaches over to push the hair out of his eyes. The black tuft on the back of his head that she likes grabbing is fluffed up like a duck's tail, and under the sunlight slanting through the windows, he looks angelic.

“Are you falling back asleep?”

Yawning, Dick snags her around the waist, dragging her to him. She should not delight this much in being manhandled.

“You wore me out,” he complains, tucking his chin over her shoulder.

“They just don’t make them like they used to,” Artemis sighs. Dick growls a little at the dig, fingers tightening against her hip.

Well. If he’s going to nap, she is, too. Comfortably spooned, she snuggles back against him, prepared to drift off.

“Do you think Wally would have wanted…” Dick doesn’t finish the thought.

Artemis turns in his arms. Dick has long eyelashes, and he’s looking at her through them almost bashfully. She places a hand on his chest. Feels his heartbeat thump once, twice.

“I think he would want us to be happy.”

“Are you?” Dick’s voice fades out and he has to swallow hard to clear his throat. “Happy?”

“I’m not… miserable.” 

Dick runs his hand up her bare arm, over her shoulder. “Me neither.”

“You know, Wally and I thought…” She bites her lip, remembering a whoosh of air, Wally speeding to her side to kiss her and interrupting her report on the disabled Paris MFD.  I know we promised each other we’d get out of this game, but maybe we can have our life together and play hero, too.  “We thought we’d have everything.”

Dick’s response isn’t mournful; it’s matter-of-fact. “After my parents died, I never really convinced myself that I could have it all.”

“That sounds like something Batman would say.”

“Does it?”

“A little.”

Once upon a time, Artemis had stood before the team ready to lay bare her darkest secret, waiting to be kicked out. And Dick had shown his hand: he’d known from the beginning and hadn’t cared.  You aren’t your family. You’re one of us. She knows he’s second-guessed himself over the years, wondering how fit he actually is to play leader. But for her, trust has always been the easiest thing about the two of them. It was why she’d said yes so easily to his deep cover mission—because she knew that he wouldn’t quit until he’d brought all of them home, that he would do whatever he could to keep them safe.

Taking his face in both her hands, she looks deep into his eyes. “You deserve good things, Dick Grayson.”

“Mm.” Dick smiles into her kiss, hooks his ankle over hers. “Keep telling me that. I’ll start to believe it.”

 *

 Jade abandons Will and Lian on a Tuesday, and Artemis’s carefully crafted equilibrium falls apart. At least this time she’s not the one directly being left, unlike when she was a teenager. Her expectations of her older sister had hardly been high, but if she’d plotted them on a graph they’d have trended upward. Now they’ve tanked.

“Did she leave any hint of where she was going?” Dick asks over the whir of his juicer. He’s gotten really into squeezing oranges lately; Artemis can’t complain because he always gives her the first glass.

“It’s Jade. She never wants to be found, and I hardly think she’s about to try an  Eat Pray Love type thing.”

“Eat Slash Steal, maybe?” Dick offers, dropping two ice cubes into a drink and setting it in front of her.

Artemis sips, balling up a napkin and throwing it at him at the same time. “Watch it, that’s still my family you’re talking about.”

“I’m sorry. How’s Will taking it?”

“As well as any dad trying to raise a two-year-old by himself would.”

“So, poorly.” Dick taps his finger against the table. “Are they coming here?”

Artemis looks at him blankly. “Why?”

“I figured they might want to be closer to you and your mom now that Jade’s gone. Gotham’s not so bad—you and I turned out fine. And Will probably needs to look into preschools and a babysitter for Lian soon. If you move in with me, you can bring her over whenever.”

The last piece of information slips in so casually she thinks she’s misheard. “What?”

“If you move in with me, you can bring Lian over whenever,” repeats Dick. “This place is as good as yours. You’re over here all the time anyway.”

Suddenly, she can’t breathe. “You’re serious.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

She can’t meet his eyes. “W—Will’s home is in Star City. He’s not going to move.”

Slowly, Dick says, “Okay. But my offer doesn’t really depend on Will.”

Her stuff is still in boxes. She’s still paying for a storage unit almost 3,000 miles away. And Dick is waiting on her so intently it makes her chest hurt.

Artemis stands up. “We’re not doing this.”

Dick’s eyebrows rise. Annoyance, or maybe anger, flickers across his face. “You wanna fill me in on what exactly it is we’re doing, according to you?”

“We’re not going to fight about this like we’re…”  In a relationship. In love. In anything other than a messy configuration started by shared grief. She doesn’t say any of it out loud, but she doesn’t need to—Dick’s always been great at reading people, and he’s known all her tells from the start.

“Right.”  The single syllable comes out as cold and pointed as an icicle. He pushes his chair back from the table and stands up. The clouds are rolling in, throwing shadows across his features. Even now, Artemis wants to kiss him, wants to be the one to smooth the furrow between his eyebrows away.

“Dick…”

“Do me a favor, will you?” Dick grabs his jacket from the hook by his door, shrugging it on. He pauses, briefly, in the doorway. “Lock my door on the way out.”  

That night, she lies alone in her bedroom next to the picture of her, Wally, and Brucely. Brucely snuffles at the foot of her bed and then leaps onto the covers, and this time she doesn’t shoo him off. Neither does she fall asleep.

 *

 There was a song Jade had liked to sing, passed down from their mother: a Vietnamese lullaby about a yellow butterfly, to the tune of “Frère Jacques.” The butterfly flies all over the sky. Come and see. Come and see. When it became clear that Artemis’s hair would grow in blond, not black, Jade started pulling it, making her giggle. You’re the yellow butterfly, see?

The taxicab she calls for the airport is bright yellow in the morning light. Plain old civilian travel for plain old civilian business. You don’t need to be a superhero to fly across the country and move in with your brother-in-law and your niece. She’ll sing silly little songs and wash Lian’s hair, and they’ll be a family same as anyone else’s: clumsy, incomplete.

“Artemis.” Dick coalesces out of the fog. They haven’t seen or spoken to each other in a week, and she should be mad that he’s here because it probably means he’s been monitoring her web traffic and caught wind she’d bought plane tickets. Still, all she feels is relief.

Jade had laughed when Artemis had let slip what she was doing during one rare sisterly bonding moment. “Oh, darling sister, your thing with your little bird boy isn’t about moving on. You’re using him as a holding pattern. Try not to damage him too much, hm?” Rankled, Artemis had hung up the phone—what did Jade know about anything, besides shoving it under the rug and pretending it didn’t matter? Now, though, Artemis sees things more clearly. Jade did know something about bodies and what they could and couldn’t fix; after all, isn’t that why she ran?

She worries with the strap of her duffel bag, letting Dick approach.

“If this were a romcom, you would have waited until I got to the airport and then run through security.”

“If this were a romcom,” says Dick, stopping in front of her and shoving his hands in his pockets, “I’d be trying to make you stay.”

She thinks he might be the one person left on this planet who knows her best. She thinks they could save each other, if they’d let themselves try. But they each have work to do on their own, first.

Setting down her bag, she tucks her face into the crook of his neck and breathes him in. Wherever else she goes, this spot will always feel like forgiveness. Nose buried in her hair, Dick squeezes her back.

The taxi driver rolls down his window. “Is this guy coming with us or not?”

Artemis pulls back, and there’s so much sky in Dick’s eyes.

“You know where to find me,” she says.

 *

 | STAR CITY

| JULY 29, 2018; 7:30 AM PST

 “Who are you here to recruit this time?” Will asks, leaning against the doorframe, but Artemis doesn’t need an answer, doesn’t need any details but the black hair she can see just over Will’s shoulder, Dick’s voice at the end of a line.

He jumps, and she jumps with him. They’ll figure out everything else as they go.

Before Dick can respond, she says: “I’m in.”

#young justice #artemis crock #dick grayson #traught #dick x artemis #my writing #fanfiction #ff: yj

[drkineildwicks]

I have a question. Which character from Season 3 would you have loved to explore more and why?

Ooh, that’s a good question.

Well first we’ve got to take into account who was specifically from Season 3, and off the top of my head I can name the robo-sibs, Olivia, and Rishi…checked the wiki and I forgot 4 2 Sing and Cobra, and I don’t know why I forgot her because THIS WOMAN.

Seriously I would have loved for the series to dig more into Cobra because she’s kinda another legacy character like Steamer or Supersonic Sue in that she’s an older generation’s villain, and I really liked the fact that they explored that—like, the kids are out here thinking that things are normal and yet these people exist and Fred’s dad is a superhero, for pity’s sake.  And the fact that she’s Heathcliff’s villain…seriously I’d pay good money for a spinoff that followed Boss Awesome, Major Blast, and Mongoose around in their younger days because that’s a whole franchise right there.

But getting on the topic of Cobra in particular…first I love that this is yet another female villain I like that they gave us these BA women maybe it’s just because of what I grew up with but I remember female villains being rare.  And then the fact that she uses robo-snakes, which is usually a no from me because me and snakes don’t get along but they’re so well animated (and it’s kinda made her crucial in a BH6/HTTYD fic I’m working on). And the fact that Hiro specifically has beef with her because of her stealing his tech adds more to her story, so win. :D

And then 4 2 Sing…I feel like they would have benefitted more from getting a mention earlier in the series, like during Wasabi’s birthday someone could have mentioned that he liked 4 2 Sing so when they did make their appearance it would have been a bonus for the viewers who remembered that mention.  Plus it would have added depth to the world, which I am all about give me that sweet sweet worldbuilding.

Honestly 4 2 Sing reminds me of the Oh Boyz from Kim Possible (which makes sense because same people) and I legit believe they’re Jessie and James kids (they even blast off with a ting!).  But those guys feel like they work as a one-off thing and then background mentions.

Also I’m kinda disappointed the robo-sibs weren’t the ones to try and steal the robo-dragon give the robo-sibs a big-sis dragon dangit.

The Robo-sibs I think got pretty well explored, but I’d like to have seen the ramifications of the Hamadas ‘adopting’ them because…these robots do belong to companies that probably want them back?  You get down to the fine print and Hiro kinda stole them (feral gremlin energy in canon again XD) and I wouldn’t have minded an episode exploring the fallout of that.

OLIVIA DEFINITELY DESERVED MORE AIRTIME.  It would have been fun to explore how the two would get along with dating when two generations’ worth of their family can’t stand each other (Binky Mole VS Mrs. Fredrickson, Richardson VS Fred).  Maybe not tension between Fred and Olivia, but navigating tension between the families and maybe having to evade like, Richardson trying to sabotage them?  This girl deserved at least another episode, bare minimum a second mention.

Rishi definitely needs to be explored more because right now there’s…not much I like of him.  I can get what they were going for, hey we’ll make a kid who ticks off all the marks that Hiro did at the beginning of the movie so Hiro knows what it’s like!  Except…that falls flat to me and I’m left just not liking Rishi at all.  We needed more episodes with him exploring why he’s like that and how Hiro deals with him (with or without the feral gremlin energy XD).  As he sits, Rishi sits pretty low in the ranks for me, and he needed more than eleven minutes to rise any higher.

Personally I would have liked it if Rishi was older than Hiro, because 15-17 is still pretty early to be going to college.  It would have added an interesting dynamic of Hiro being the mature one who’s also being the upperclassman and tutor and would have had them butting heads in an interesting way instead of...IDK Hiro holding his temper the entire time because dangit I want mornings off.  Which, as a former campus-college-student, mood.

Also I’m not sure if Mayor Saito is exclusive to Season 3 or not and if she is??? Why???  This is the mayor of the city we should have at least heard her name prior to this???

So…tl;dr, Cobra because yes, Rishi because he needs more depth, and Olivia because also yes. :D And then exploring whether or not the robo-sibs at the Lucky Cat are legal because I have questions.

#bh6 #big hero 6 #big hero 6 the series #big hero six #big hero six the series #season 3 #rishi #cobra #4 2 sing #olivia mole #tumblr why u no allow tags when answering questions why do I have to add them after the fact?

[glitterge1pen]

A BNHA playlist organized by BPM

(also yes this is all incredibly on the nose thank you I think its funny)  

Jirou - 7 AM by Jacqueline Taieb

She's a total music nerd. I think she listens to absolutely everything, loves making playlists for her friends. Probably sends people songs she thinks they would like to show that she is thinking about them.

Tokoyami - After Dark but the Hieroglyphics 

Hiphop and emo music. Knows all the trashy pop punk songs, super into the 90s hiphop classics. I think he doesn't mind listening to anything but I peg those two genres as his favorites. Every now and then thinks about how those guys from Good Charlotte and Sum41 dated Paris Hilton. 

Hagakure - What U See (Is What U Get) by Britney Spears 

Her and Mina have a playlist that is nothing but boybands. They blast New Editon, NSYNC, and One Direction when they work out together or do homework. Watches mila tequila on Youtube and then puts on Christina Aguilera, Britney Spears, and Arvil Lavigne. Dreams about dressing up some guy in all jean outfit to have her JT and Britney moment.

Mineta - I Wish by Skee-Lo

Because he wishing for things he aint ever getting.

Nejire - Freakum Dress by Beyonce 

Loves songs that sound like you're in the car with your friends on the way to the mall. Rihanna, Mariah Carey, Aaliyah, Brandy. Knows way too many Usher songs. Will shake her ass to anything. For some reasons knows all the words to Tegan and Sara's Boyfriend???? Love her.

Koda - Song for Me by Greer

Wildermiss, Greer, The Oh Hellos. I think Koda would like anything that makes them like they are laying in a big giant flower field. Songs like Laughing On The Outside, and I'm sorry by Brenda Lee. Ladies singing real big.

Mirio - The Other Side by SZA/Justin Timberlake 

Also because he's gay. My take on Justin Timberlake is you either have to be really straight or REALLY gay to listen to him. I also think he'd be into the Spice Girls and classic rock. 

Aoyama - Don’t You Worry ‘Bout A Thing by Incognito 

Likes music that is typically played at a gay night club. Other than that bedroom pop!to!the!max! Also Brent Faiyaz, Troy Sivan. When he hears Uraraka playing her 2000s pop hits while she's cleaning her room he goes feral. 

Tamaki - Tim I Wish You Were Born A Girl by of Montreal 

It's because he's gay no further questions. 

Kirishima - Hit Me by Fit For Rivals 

Likes anything that sounds heavy. Hiphop with a deep bass, any song where someone is screaming. Royal Blood, RAGTM, and Brockhampton seem like some of his go to artists. That Start a Riot song by Duckwrth is in his top five. Soft spot for Patsy Cline because I said so. 

Sero - Rosalie by MG 

I've seen a lot of Hispanic head cannons for him, and as a fellow Latino I love this. I think he'd have one of those really long "low rider oldies" type of playlist. Him and Denki probably get along well music wise. 

Asui - All I Want by Toad The Wet Sprocket 

I get a Fleetwood Mac, Electric Light Orchestra, Elton John, The Zombies kinda vibe from her. Oh she definitely loves Queen to. I think her and Deku also share the same stroke for stuff like the Gin Blossoms, Jellyfish and Pavement. 

Mina - Y.A.L.A. by M.I.A

Hot girl music. Le Tigre, Flo Milli, 7 Year Bitch, Rico Nasty. If there is ever a situation where the class gets to listen to music she is in charge because she knows what everyone likes and keeps the perfect mood . Loves to dance no matter what song it is. Plays L7 when she's getting ready and Kirishima likes to sit in.

Sato - Gimme Love by Joji

A$AP Rocky, Tyler The Creator, Rich Brian, Kevin Abstract, Poetic Thrust. Don't know how to explain this but if he was on a basketball team they'd put on his playlist for pre game warm up. People love to go in his room and put music on while he bakes.

Deku - Surrounded by Silversun Pickups

Listens to this song to like fester his Bakugou scabs or something. Is someone to have a study playlist that's filled with Wun-Two. Other than lofi I think Deku is someone to like some 90s/2000s alt, a couple harder bands here and there. 

Todoroki - Ice Princess by Azealia Banks 

I don't really see him listening to music a lot. Probably like two playlists, one with songs he's just kinda stumbled into, and another one of songs he remembers from when he was younger. Green Day, Paramore, High Tyde? Everyone bands together to make him a recommendations playlist. The thing is like 9 hours long and a total wreck but he goes to sleep listening to it. 

Ojiro - (I’m Not Your) Steppin’ Stone by The Monkees

Beach Boys! Lovin Spoonful! The Beatles! Says he doesn't really like the stuff Hagakure listens to when she shows him her playlist. Is slowly morphed into a Britney Spears fan by her. Will occasionally lay out on the grass to listen to Rocketman and disassociate.

Kaminari - Let It Whip by Dazz Band 

Don't know how or why but he totally feels like he'd be into disco? Not like exclusively? I think he'd love how fun it sounds. Saw someone else on Spotify who thought the same, so thanks for seeing the vision. Probably puts on some tunes to dance to when he thinks someone's down in the dumps. Love the idea of him forcing Bakugou to dance. 

Shoji - Cooler Than Me by Ethan Fields 

I think he listens to a lot of covers and remixes. LOVES POP GOES PUNK. Gets a rush of energy when he can figure out what sample someone used on a song. I think he'd be into stuff like Remo Drive? Thoughts?

Yaoyorozu - Glitter by Charly Bliss 

Sidney Gish, Peach Pit, Polar Boys, Wallows. I think she probably grew up going to the symphony because she had the wealth to. Into musicals for the same reason, definitely embarrassed about the musical thing though. Day dreams about being in Grease.

Iida - Here It Goes Again by OK Go 

Cage the elephant, CAKE, Weezer. Listens to music by song rather than album,artist, or genre. Probably following all of those music by the decades playlists, just wants to know what the hell is going on. Very caught up on the top songs in every genre.

Uraraka - Hands - readymade JBL mix 2000 by m-flo

I think this has her general vibe and it also fits with her ability aswell. Generally speaking I think her taste of music is more chilled. Lots of R&B, some Aquadolls, probably listens to a throwback 2000s playlist to get hyped. Like to imagine that she puts on Kesha when she trains with Gunhead and he knows all the words. 

Bakugou - Pressure In My Palms by Amine 

Reason this stupid post is being made. The song is too perfect for this dude. Like. Listen and you'll understand. Probably super good at sorting his music. Very basic playlist names though. 

click here for the playlist 

#bnha #mha #bnha playlist #bnha headcanons #uraraka ochako #katsuki bakugo #deku #izuku mydoria #class 1a #tokoyami fukimage #denki kaminari #kirishima eijrou #not writing #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

[missingartist]

The Witcher’s Mate Chapter 22

-Geralt was struggling. It was not something he liked to admit, but being so close to Adva and not being able to touch or talk to her was the most intense pain he had ever felt. He had taken her at her word and left his mate alone, giving her a wide berth, all the while staring longingly as she went about her business. Thankfully, she spent most of her time with Ciri, training or in the library. Geralt could barely contain it when Vesemir spent more than 5 minutes in her company, let alone Jaskier. The way the bard slide in next to her as she worked at the table or slung his arm around her shoulder had cost several clay mugs and three chair arms. The bard was doing it on purpose he was sure of that, even now Jaskier was strumming out some filthy ballad.

‘Here she saw little Smitty Jones, walking in the crowd "Come home with me, little Smitty Jones, come home with me tonight. Come home with me, little Smitty Jones, and sleep with me till light"’ the brunette cooed in an off-pitch warble.

The gentle giggle tinkled out into the air, and her eyes light up in a bright glare as she laughed. A surge of unbridled jealousy roared within him. She hadn’t some much as look at him like that since that night. That fatefully night. Throwing a glare across at the singing minstrel, Geralt slammed closed the book sending Triss and Vesemir into a series of splutters as a cloud of dust billowed into the air as well as sending the various scroll clattering across the table and scattered onto the floor before and storming out the room.

The Witcher flew out of the room into the main hallway. Unfortunately, the first thing he saw was a grand antique cabinet, the poor thing was wretched from the wall and sent screeching across the polished floor, a thick gash cracked down the main body of the wood. Grunting, Geralt pulled his hand down his face, a roar vibrated from his chest, echoing across the hall as his hand caught sight of the blue sweat that glistened in the weak sunlight that beams in through the stain glass window. The blue substance that Triss had been painting across his body no coated the majority of his body. It was another constant reminder that Adva had rejected him. Everywhere he went, he left a trail of blue. Despite only wearing the thinnest material he continued to drip with sweat, the sticky ooze had lost most of its potency, barely giving him an hour of relief. Soon he would have to leave, the last of his control was ebbing away. It took all his strength not to sweep in, throw Adva on the table and rip her dress off before burying himself in her thighs and sticking his teeth into her tender flesh. The hours he had spent imaging the bonding, it would happen in several stages, and all of them lead to Adva becoming a panting puddle underneath him, begging to be his. There was only one thing he wanted more than that, and that was her marking him, her longing for him to be hers. But no, at the current situation that would not be happening, and he would need to leave soon before he became feral and gods know what he would do if that happened.

‘My, My, such an angry Witcher! It seems your little mermaid has gone off you.’ Yennefer purred as she revealed herself from behind a stone pillar.

Turn round golden eyes trained on to the mage, a silent sigh running down his body. The dress was, compared to the other he had had to endure, was relatively tame. A velvet halter strap encircled her delicate neck and a tight correct displayed firm breast and a toned waist before the black velvet fell over her hip in a billowing skirt. At least she was wearing clothes this time.  For the last ten days, he had seen his former lover naked eight times, the last time sprawled in his new bedroom down by the lake. Since her last attempt to seduce him in the armoury, Geralt took sanctuary in the old lake hunt to rid himself of the mages unwanted advances – and not to tempt himself with any midnight strolls past Adva room.

‘Yennefer don’t.’ Ciri bite in rolling her eyes at the older woman.

‘He needs to know Ciri. She has barely said anything to him since we have arrived. I was just trying to get a rise you when I said she preferred Jaksier but seems I was right all along she does like that singing turd.’ The purple eyes mage pushed, resting her hand on his chest, nails scratching likely against his sensitive skin.

‘Fuck off Yennefer.’ Geralt sneered, flinching away towards the courtyard.

‘You have been ignoring me. I don’t get ignored Geralt; you know that.’ Yennefer snapped, trailing after him, an ugly sneer forming on her face as the Witcher dodge all of her grasps. ‘Geralt…please, we used to be good together.’

She knew she sound despite, but she was too far gone to care. It had been a long time since she felt rejected; her transformation made almost certain of it. She was after all sculpted by the best artist, so why was she being cast aside by Adva. She was no great beauty, passing pretty at the very most yet Geralt was in love with her, and no matter how she demined herself, he didn’t so much as falter. Hitching up her skirts, she trailed after him, grasping at his arm.

‘Geralt…Geralt please.’ Yennefer winced at her needy voice as forced herself in front of him.

Geralt growled down at the bronzed woman in from; the annoying mage had pushed herself in front of his path. Glaring at her, he felt a pang of guilt as she stared up at him desperately with big pleading eyes. He had understood her pain, but every time he felt the first blossoming of sympathy, he remembered Adva, bloodied and battered after being pushed through the floor and the barbed comments forced towards his timid mate.

‘We never were, you never cared enough; I just didn’t realise. Enough Yennefer. Enough. THIS stops now. GO!’ Geralt snarled lowly, before storming off down the path.

‘Great. It's your fault, you know.’ Ciri prodded ‘If you hadn’t manipulated and used him for your own selfish things, he wouldn’t have left and properly would never have stumbled across Adva in that backwater town.’ Ciri snapped.

‘Are you seriously blaming this on me.’ Yennefer yapped as she blinked away, angry tears.

‘Yes. You should be happy for them. Instead, you're making both their lives miserable.’

Ciri loved Yennefer; she would always be her mother, raising her from a scarred little princess into the strong Witcher she was now, soothed her through her trials, fought her corner when Geralt was being his gruff self and refusing to treat her like the adult she was becoming. However, now she felt like the parent of a petulant child, throwing a tantrum because someone had picked up a toy they were no longer bothered with.

‘Don’t I deserve happiness. I knew she would take everything from me, and I was right. First, she takes Geralt, then Triss and now you. The little bitch is up to something I can see it.’ Yennefer yelled.

‘She didn’t take us away. You pushed us. Adva would never take Geralt away; he would always be there for you, and so would she. That’s your problem; you can never see something good in someone. Someone Geralt who can worship without getting cast away. Adva is Geralt soulmate, someone who will love him in the way he needs, selflessly and unconditionally. Can you say you have ever done the same? Adva is a good person; you just have to look into her eyes and see that?’ Ciri pushed

Yennefer let out an unholy scratch as she conjured a bright yellow ball of fire and launched it into the air. Ciri watched silently as Yennefer blasted out a wave of energy knocking down two poor trees that stood innocent at the side before marching off into the forest.

‘Yen…’ Ciri started on after her, but something stopped her. Inhaling deeply, she caught the scent again; it was faint, so faint that it was almost hidden under all the others, almost. It was suspicious, not that the scent was faint or even that it mingled with the other to the point that is was almost undetectable but it what it smelt like. Like the sea, well like seaweed, that healthy smell of salty vegetation mixed with clean cotton. In passing, she might have brushed it off as Adva fragrance, but this was distinctly different; she had spent enough time with her mentors’ mate to know every note of her aroma. Narrowing her eyes, she gave one lingering look towards the path the raging mage had made through the wood before shaking her head and making her way off after the scent.

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Yennefer growled as she sent a ball of fire across the tops of the trees. The smell of burning foliage pulled at her nose as she eyed the smouldering treetops, now all scorched in a perfect line, blacked and charred. A grin of satisfaction stretched other her face as she squared her shoulders and launched the biggest ball of fire she could at the largest tree closet to her which coincidentally looked the most like Adva head.

‘Such a pretty for a beautiful creature like yourself to be cast aside for such an unworthy thing as the Adva girl.’ A lone voice purred behind her.

Whirling around Yennefer was met by a man with a vivid green eye of a suave nobleman. Violet eyes rolled over him, with deep mistrust. No one, NO ONE came up to the mountain, the forest was too thick, impenetrable, filled with all sort of monsters and danger. Merchants and bandits stumbled up from time to time but never this far and never wearing something that fine. The man was dressed in the finery of a king, a rich quilted jacket in a mix of leather and silk. It sat tight against his chest, showing a toned and crafted body from hours of torturous training. He was tall and lean, learning cockily against the tree staring intensely at her.

‘And why would you care?’ Yennefer reeled back, hand posed and ready as she observed the man.

He let her take him in, unmoving from his positions on the tree as he spoke softly ‘I am what you might call a concerned member of society. I dislike jumped up usurpers.’ The man smiled, pushing himself off the tree and slowly, ever so slowly making his way to stand in front of her ‘I am here to propose a plan..’

‘And what makes you think I will help you with your plan.’ Yennefer snorted, edging herself to the corner of the clearing.

Yennefer did not like it. Not at all, the man was too clean-cut, to pristine. And while Geralt was not in her favourite list right now, she still did not want Kaer Morhen besieged by some arseholes, that would put Ciri in danger since she would rather die than leave. Yet, he stood in front of her arm out. Palm facing her, if he was some assassin or enemy he was a very poor one, he had let her have the advantage the second he made a move Yennefer could send out a deadly blast or teleport him to some unknown fair corner of the world, and that made him interesting and worthy of her attention.

‘My plan permanently gets Adva out of the picture.’

‘And how do you think you would do that? She is protected by two highly skilled Witchers, the Lady of Space and Time, a powerful mage and singing idiot.’

‘With your help, of course. What do you think?’ The man smiled widely, and he inched towards her.

Being a court mage for many years had taught Yennefer to remain impassive, the slight glimmer of emotion would reveal you are true indention and immediately set off a chain reaction of those who opposed your idea or intention. To say there wasn’t a burning desire to rid herself of that kitchen maid was putting it lightly however even before she became a mage she had learnt that if a man offered you something that you truly desired that it was always too good to be true. She did not like him at all; he gave out a claggy feeling, the sort of person who clung to you link a leech and didn’t let go till she had drained you of what he needed.

‘I think… I would go warn them so we can all kick you well-polished arse together’ Yennefer hissed as a purple light bubbled up from her tanned palms and gave off a humming glow.

‘Don’t disappoint me. I have spent so long appreciating you. We are much alike; we know what we like, and when we want it and we have both been cast aside by that wretch. I will kill Adva one way or another, but this way…this way is easier, cleaner and this way you get what you want.’ The man whispered, softly taking her hand and kissing it.

Lowering her attack, she watched as he once again retreated back before answering ‘And what is it that you want?’

‘I have the discretion to breathe life into that barren void between your legs and all I require in return is your help in getting rid of a pest, a blight on the face of the earth. The death of a creature, a deformed halfling who should never have been granted life. In exchange, you will be given the Witcher and a baby. All you have to is isolated and distract the little thing.’ The man said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

‘If you can do what you say…., that is powerful magic. Why do you need my help? It’s not like she some skill warrior Mage.’ Yennefer quarried.

‘You underestimate her, you all do. You have no idea truly what she could be capable of, and if we continue to let her breath, she could find out. ‘The man purred, reaching out to touch her face in a soft caress. ‘I will make it look like an attack, and that you fiercely tried to save her, it will be clean a quick, just lure her to the edge of the forest on the northside.’

‘And how do you know that you’ll honour the agreement?’

Pushing himself back, the man pulled a small silver blade from his belt and drew it across his palm. The blood trickled down the pale silver skin, the droplet of blood where brighter than any ruby in almost look like poppy juice and it run down his hand and dripped drop by drop onto the forest floor but it had that smell of blood, of bitter copper mixed with the tangy scent of freshly forged iron.

‘I solemnly swear, that if you help me get rid of Adva, I will ensure your womb is restored to you, and the girls claim on Geralt will be void. I give this oath in honour, and if I divert from our deal, I shall be struck down.’

The man held out his bloodstain hand to hear the hum of the blood know gave out a near ear-deafening vibration as the blood thicken and turned sticky on his palm. Blood oaths where primitive magic but effective, if the oath promiser diverted from the agreement in any shape or form the magic would strike him down without mercy or thought. That is why people had stopped using it; they were too deadly, the magic took the promise very literally with often deadly consequences. Plus it left a hideous reminder to both parties in the shape of a bloodstained on the hand, a stain so deep it could never be removed, only when the oath was fulfilled was the stain washed away. A troubling thought cross Yennefer’s mind, several in fact but the most concerning thing was the deal, he made no mention of her making the same deal, to pledge herself to his cause. Instead, it was entirely on him; he asked no reassurance he was either very stupid, which she didn’t believe if he had slipped into Kaer Morhen without either of the Witchers noticing meaning he was at the very least he was intelligent enough to remain undetected. Which meant he was desperate, either running out of time or, willing to trust a stranger, to aid him in his quest for end Adva, believing her hatred for Adva would be enough to ensure loyalty.

Narrowing her eyes, she reached out her hand grimacing as she gelt the stick liquid seep into her hand. ‘How do you propose to lure her away?’

‘With this’ the man smirked and pulled out an emerald scroll.

I am so sorry! I had this chapter all planned out then my summer completely went up in flames, my lovely summer of reading and writing is now cancelled. Updates might be patchy for now as my school is trying to get ready for reopening in September and honestly no one knows what is happening and everyone is panicking. I am also trying to find somewhere to live as if and when we go back, I can’t risk taking the virus back to my family who is very vulnerable with not much luck. So as you can imagine, everything is a bit unstable, but please be sure that I am always thinking about my next chapter and nothing make me happier that people want to read my ramblings.

Thank you to everyone who said congratulation. It was so lovely.

The next chapter is planned just need to find time to write it. Stay safe!

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[honibee-arts]

dramatic villain nie huaisang and hero jiang cheng? maybe nie huaisang flirts with the hero while jiang cheng is kinda horny but has a duty to fulfill?

Just a warning this gets a little steamy but its a kind of pan to the window vibe. I will mark this as NSFWish text to be safe though.

"Jie, I don't think I can get all of these people out of here in time.” Jiang Cheng panted into his headset, holding the crumbling ceiling up with one arm, watching the people run out.

He heard his sister sigh, her manicured nails clicking against her keyboard.

“Lightbearer and Moonbeam should be on the scene in the next two minutes.” she replied.

“Jie, I don’t have two minutes. This building is going to collapse in the next thirty fucking seconds.” 

“A-Cheng, language.”

“I’m holding up a building, I don’t even have super strength. I’m gonna die like this. Can’t you tell them to hurry up?” He grit his teeth. He’s going to have a fucking hernia and broken bones after this shit, and he was going to make that stoic asshole Lightbearer pay for his goddamn medical bills. He probably had more than enough money.

“They’re going as fast as they can, A-Cheng.”

“And your boyfriend couldn’t come and help?”

“A-Xuan’s taking A-Ling today so you could patrol, remember?”

“It’s hard to remember when I’m being crushed.”

Jiang Cheng widened his stance, pushing the crumbling ceiling back up with both hands, growling in pain. Black spots began to gather in his vision, his static flickering across his visor from the strain on his suit. 

“We’ll take it from here, thank you, Violet Spider.” Came Moonbeam’s firm yet gentle tone, taking the weight literally off of Jiang Cheng’s shoulders.

“About fucking time.” He wheezed, taking a deep breath as his arms dropped by his sides, wincing in pain.

“Would appreciate some gratitude.” Lightbearer huffed petulantly as he helped his brother carefully lift the falling ceiling back up, holding it there in an eerie white glow.

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes as the remaining people rushed past them, scrambling to get out of there as quickly as possible. Jiang Cheng didn’t blame them in their haste, not one bit. He didn’t like being the one to hold that shit up.

“Are you alright, A-Cheng?” His sister asked in his earpiece, the display on his visor recalibrating.

“Yeah, yeah. Just. Exhausted...” he stood back and caught his breath.

“I’ll make sure to have some lotus rib soup for you when you get home, A-Cheng. I’ll check over your injuries too.”

“A-Jie, you don’t need to do that.”

“Aiya, hush. It’s nothing. I’ll check what the damages are to your suit too.”

“A-Jie...”

“No buts, A-Cheng.”

He sighed and looked down, his hair falling over his visor as he stared at the rubble beneath his feet.

“I’m going to have the longest goddamn nap in history after this.”

“You deserve it, A-Cheng.” A-Jie hummed. “Thank you, A-Xuan.” she said softly, sipping what Jiang Cheng assumed was a cup of tea handed to her by her boyfriend.

In his visor, purple warning symbols flared up in his periphery.

“A-Cheng-”

“On it.” He said as he spotted a flare of green a few blocks away. Gritting his teeth against the ache in his arms, Jiang Cheng jumped up onto the wall of the nearest building, scaling it as quickly as possible and sprinting across the rooftops.

Sometimes, only sometimes, Jiang Cheng hated this fucking job. Sure, he could have a normal 9-5 job and earn a stable income, but no, he just had to be born the son of Yunmeng’s protector and inherit her powers and mantle, along with a load of fucking pressure. He just had to have been trained intensely by his mother, day in and day out from the second his powers manifested at 11. He just had to have had the heroes instinct and the motto of “Attempt the impossible” drummed into him since he was a child.

As much as he wanted to push back against his instinct to protect in favour of his exhaustion sometimes, he couldn’t stop himself. 

The blasts led him to the Jin Corporation office building in Yunping, only a half mile from the crumbling building he was just almost crushed under.

“A-Jie, the source is coming from the Jin Corp. offices in Yunping.”

“Mm. I saw. The building that you were just in was a Jin owned business too.” She replied thoughtfully.

“Does your boyfriend know anything about someone that might have been slated by his father? Cousin maybe?”

“Nothing. I know Jin Guangyao had a complicated relationship with Red Blade. There were rumours about him having something to do with his retirement.”

‘Retirement’ had been a delicate way of putting what happened to Red Blade. When Jiang Cheng had first come onto the hero scene, Red Blade had taken him under his wing. He had been something of an older brother figure, despite being the protector of Qinghe rather than Yunmeng. 

He had been familiar with Jiang Cheng’s abilities, having also been mentored by Jiang Cheng’s predecessor. Everyone knew and respected Red Blade. His super strength and speed was matched by none, in his prime he could leap a building in a single bound and punch a meteor out of the sky without so much as a single scratch. With all that power however, came a price. Red Blade had been prone to feral rages which were difficult to pull him out of, very few people could. Moonbeam seemed to be the only one beside whoever was in his ear all the time who could do it.

About six months ago, Red Blade had disappeared for three days. Moonbeam had found him snarling and bleeding from his eyes, his right arm severed and his eyes white. How Red Blade had survived, Jiang Cheng had no idea. After a few weeks in a medically induced coma, Red Blade had announced his retirement and hung up his mantle for good. Only Moonbeam was said to know what had happened to him following his retirement. There was sometime unspoken between those two that Jiang Cheng couldn’t quite figure out but stank of probably resolved sexual tension.

“Shit!” Jiang Cheng cursed, narrowly avoiding a blast of green energy, rolling onto the nearest roof and ducking for cover.

“A-Cheng.” A-Jie chided.

“Like you didn’t say worse when you were being shot at.” Jiang Cheng argued, sending a bolt of violet lighting back.

“Back in the day, I didn’t run my mouth like a sailor, A-Cheng.” 

“I bet you don’t miss this part of heroing, huh?”

“There are times I am grateful I took a permanent maternity leave, yes.” She replied. “A-Cheng! On your left! Someone’s coming your way, and its not anyone on the Lotus servers. Be on your guard.”

Jiang Cheng nodded and raised his hackles as a a figure cloaked in blinding green energy floated onto the building, their black heels clicking against the concrete roof. As soon as the figure was close enough, Jiang Cheng shot a bolt of lightning in their direction, yet, to his horror, it was deflected easily.

“Come on out little spider, I won’t hurt you.” The figure said.

Jiang Cheng swallowed thickly and stepped out, hackles still raised.

“Aiya, so defensive. Put your arms down so I can see your pretty face. I won’t try anything.” Jiang Cheng slowly lowered his arms but kept his guard up, stance firm. “So stubborn. That’s better though, hello handsome.” 

The figure was slender, androgynous with long, dark hair that shone in their eerie green glow and flowed behind them in the wind, their eyes afire with the energy that seemed pulse from their entire being, almost drawing Jiang Cheng in like a moth to a particularly deadly yet hard to resist flame. Their body was wrapped in a skin-tight leather-like substance with mesh panels, leaving even less to the imagination, half of their face obscured by a mask that started at the neck and wrapped around his mouth and nose.

Jiang Cheng swallowed thickly, ready to burst into action whenever necessary.

“And what should I call you?” Jiang Cheng said steadily.

“Well, I go by he/him pronouns, but I do quite like it when sexy men like you call me beautiful.” He giggled, bouncing on his heels a little. “Binary terms are horseshit anyway, gender is a social construct.”

“Not what I meant but. I don’t like misgendering people. Even if they’re tearing up half the fucking city. So. Thanks.”

“Well, I haven’t really given myself a name yet.” The man hummed, snapping open one of the fans in his hand and fluttering it lightly. “Kinda just wanted to do one thing and hang up the whole thing I guess.”

“And you wanted to what, not get caught?”

“Well, something of the sort.”

“And you assumed you could do this tearing up half the city looking like a green lava lamp dressed like a hooker?”

“A-Cheng! Be nice!”

“Yes, listen to your sister, A-Cheng.”

“How do you know that!” Jiang Cheng snapped, his hands sparking.

“Whoa, whoa, easy hot stuff, I mean you and your family no harm. You have your headset on way too loud and everyone can hear you saying A-Jie so. Go figure.”

“Alright... I’ll be more mindful in the future.”

“He seems genuine, A-Cheng. I’m going to log off for now, but I’ll keep an eye on your vitals and see if you seem like you need help.”

“Alright...” He heard the line go quiet, her lotus icon in the corner of his visor going totally transparent. 

“Is it just us?” The man asked. 

“Yeah. Just us. So. What the fuck is your deal?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“The Jin corporation have fucked plenty of innocent people over, but there are also innocent people in that tower you’re trying to destroy.”

“They’re collateral. I’ve accepted those losses.” The man said, his demeanour turning cold suddenly.

“Are you fucking crazy?”

“You wouldn’t understand my motivations.” The man turned around and stared ahead at the slowly burning building ahead of them.

“Ugh, what is it with villains and cryptic bullshit? I can’t let you wreck the fucking building, okay?”

“Watch me.”

Jiang Cheng lunged and grabbed his arm, earning a blast of green energy to his solar plexus that sent him staggering. Today was not his day. 

“If you want a fight, then fine.” The man said, rolling his shoulders. “I’m just sorry I’ll have to kick that glorious ass of yours.”

Jiang Cheng felt his cheeks flush. 

“Oh please, the spandex doesn’t hide shit.” The man said before lunging at Jiang Cheng.

Yeah, okay. This was a day Jiang Cheng really hated his fucking job. His muscles screamed with exhaustion as the man tackled him to the roof, straddling him and pinning his arms above his head. Maybe he was tired and his resolve was slipping, or maybe he had been rocking a semi for a fair amount of the fight and could admit this man was fucking hot despite his different side of the law.

The tightly coiled strength in his deceivingly slender limbs forced Jiang Cheng down as he straddled his lap. As he brushed his groin, Jiang Cheng let out a slight groan.

“Hold on,” The man said, sitting back. “Are you hard? Does fighting me turn you on?”

“Sh-Shut up! Are we gonna fight or not?!” He struggled under his grip.

Fuck, okay. The man was right. This was humiliating. Why does he enjoy this?

“I dunno, do you want some help with that?” The man purred, his long, thick lashes fanning over his cheeks as he leaned in closer, shifting his hips ever so slightly and earning another groan from Jiang Cheng.

“Are you crazy? I’m meant to be fighting you!”

“I know but, I kinda like this vibe we have going. Do you?”

Jiang Cheng bit his lip and looked away, nodding.

“I need a verbal yes.”

“You care about that?”

“I’m an anarchist not a monster, damn. Answer me.”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“I... I like... this.”

“And is it a yes that you consent to this rooftop encounter?”

“C’mon I already said-”

“Yes or no spider. I won’t take that horseshit for an answer.”

“... Yes. I would like you to. Help me out.”

“Good,” he hummed, hooking a black gloved finger in his mask and tugging it down, revealing soft, pink lips pulled into a suggestive smirk. “I’m glad to be of service.” and he leaned down to press his lips to Jiang Cheng’s.

#sangcheng #jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #nie huaisang #mdzs #cql #cheng qing ling #the untamed #mo dao zhu shi #ship prompts #nsfwi-sh text #my shitty writing

[harringrovetrashrat]

Steve was going to kill Billy. He was going to grab him by his shitty mullet and beat his laughing face into a goddamn pulp. He was going to shove Billy’s phone down his fucking throat. As Hopper chased him down the street, yelling in annoyance and exasperation, Steve thought of all the ways he was going to fuck up his stupid ass boyfriend.

--

It had been one hell of a fucking week. Billy’s community college in Indianapolis had had it’s finals, Steve had finally finished all of his certifications for childcare, and they were both ready to relax. To take a moment for themselves. To get absolutely shitfaced.

Their apartment wasn’t full persay, but for Hawkins, it was alive. Steve moved around a drunk couple making out, pretty sure they were Billy’s classmates because he didn’t recognize them, and headed for the kitchen. Ursula, one of his favorite people and one of the few of Billy’s classmates who seemed to genuinely like Steve, was taking shots and grinned when she saw him. She waved him over, not even trying to shout over the rock blasting through the apartment, and held up a shot glass.

“Steve!” She yelled once he was closer. “Time for vodka shots!”

“I dunno,” he shouted back. “Billy’s getting drunk as fuck and one of us needs to stay sober.” She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out.

“Dude, Billy complained all week about having to jerk off because you were studying so much, I get one shot, okay?” Steve turned red, running his hand over his face.

“Fair enough.” He tossed the shot back, smiling slightly at the feel of the vodka sliding down. He bit his lip, considering his options. “Let’s do one more.” As he downed his shot, smiling at Ursula afterwards, someone came up behind him and wrapped their arms around his middle. Steve startled, almost dropping his shot glass.

“Hey there, buddy,” Robin said, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Billy’s looking for you.” Steve rolled his eyes but smiled.

“Of course. Thanks, Ursula,” he said with a wink, and she held her next shot up in cheers before tossing it back. Robin tugged Steve back through the hallway to the living room, tugging his wrist lightly. He didn’t quite feel the shots yet, but he knew he would soon.

“I came back in from a smoke and Billy just zoned in on me and would not shut up until I brought you to him,” she complained, sounding fond at the same time. Billy stood up, holding his arms out, smile wide and dangerous.

“Bambi!” He cheered, drawing out the vowels. “Have I got the dare for you!” Steve gave Billy a blank look.

“No.”

“You haven’t even heard it,” he whined. He batted his eyelashes, which was just unfair, and Steve sighed.

“What’s the dare then?” Billy’s grin was feral.

“I dare you to streak and then jump into the pool naked.” Steve wanted to roll his eyes so hard they looked at the back of his head. He got as close as he could.

“Billy, we’re not fucking thirteen--”

“What, you fuckin’ chicken?” Billy’s tongue poked out from between his teeth and Steve felt the need to win simmering in his gut. He clenched his fists.

“No, it’s just that it’s a public fucking pool and if I get caught, it’s not gonna end well.” Billy rolled his eyes and scoffed, giving him a challenging grin.

“So you are chicken. Can’t handle a lil’ public nudity, rich boy?” Steve bristled at that, because he and Billy both worked to pay the bills, and he knew Billy was just saying it to rile him up, but boy, was it working--

“Shut your goddamn mouth, Hargrove,” he snapped, yanking his shirt over his head. Billy’s eyes lit up with glee and his smile was so brilliant, it made Steve pause. Billy licked his lips and Steve huffed, going back to undressing. “I’ll show you whose fuckin’ chicken.” The party had stopped and Steve turned, facing the sliding door. He wouldn’t be able to hide his nudity, obviously, but he was going to do what little he could to preserve his modesty.

“Damn, Hargrove,” someone yelled, “Your boy is packin’!” Steve blushed and he heard Billy laugh.

“I fucking told you!” Steve decided to block everything out. He grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs, taking a breath to calm his racing heart, before yanking them down and kicking them off in one fluid motion. The party went silent and he threw the door open, running down the pavement. His heart was beating hard, but the rush of adrenaline was exhilarating. His feet slapped harshly on the sidewalk, and he made for the pool. It was in the middle of the courtyard, and he made a beeline for it, breath coming in sharp and harsh. His dick flopped and it kinda hurt a little bit, but he’d think about that later. When he didn’t feel so hot from the shots and adrenaline. “Whoo! Go, Baby, go!” Billy yelled, not too far behind him. Steve skidded a little ashe approached the pool, cannon balling into the deep end. As he flew through the air, he heard Billy cheering behind him, wild and happy. It made him smile.

He felt a lot less happy when he breached the surface.

When he pushed out of the water, whipping his hair out of his face, he saw flashing blue and red lights. His eyes went wide and he splashed a little, rushing to get to the ladder and get out. Billy was there, grinning and holding up his phone, obviously filming him.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” Steve hissed, covering himself with a hand as best he could. Billy pulled at his wrist lightly.

“Aw, come on, King. I wanna show you off.” He caught the tip of his tongue between his teeth, eyebrows pumping once. Steve rolled his eyes and nervously looked around.

“The cops are here,” he snapped. “Let me get back inside.” The look Billy gave him was positively devilish.

“But what fun would that be?” Steve’s eyebrows shot up. He pursed his lips, nostrils flaring.

“I am never going to suck your dick again if you answer yes to this question. Did you call the cops?”

“Well,” Billy drawled. “I told Buckley to. She’s the one who did it.” Steve brought both lips into his mouth, biting down and staring at Billy incredulously. Before he could retort, there was a cough.

“Harrington,” Hopper sighed. Steve glanced behind him and Hopper was on the other side of the pool. “Families live here,” he said, exasperated. “Come on.” Steve’s life kind of flashed before his eyes. “I’m gonna have to take you in, formalities sake-- Hey!” Steve took off, hair still dripping wet, Billy’s shocked and excited laugh growing distant behind him. The party had followed them out, and he had to duck around laughing people, face red with embarrassment, one hand still covering his dick. He ran, skidding to make a turn and looking to see if Hopper was following.

He was. And he looked pissed.

“Harrington!” He barked. “I don’t have the fucking patience for this tonight!” Steve ran back to their apartment, trying to open the door, but Tommy was there, wiggling his eyebrows at the locked door. Steve regretted ever making up with him. He and Billy together were the worst. Hopper was closer now, so Steve took off again, dashing around the courtyard and party goers. Billy’s laugh turned into a wheeze, kind of like an engine dying, and Steve was going to fucking kill him.

“Okay, Tommy!” Billy yelled. Steve turned to look, and Tommy was opening the door. A new surge of energy pushed him to run faster, barreling through the door and the people waiting around it. He slammed into the hallway, ran into his and Billy’s room, slamming and locking the door behind him. He collapsed on the bed, waiting for the pounding on the door. Steve panted, gasping for air, sweating from the adrenaline and physical exertion. He waited, finally starting to catch his breath, but no knock ever came. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he took his time, closing his eyes and taking soothing breaths. Billy was gonna be lucky if Steve ever even kissed him again, he fucking swore--

There was a soft knock and a rattling of the doorknob. Steve’s head shot up and he wrapped the blanket around himself.

“Go away!” He shivered a little, the water having cooled his skin.

“It’s me, baby!” Billy called. Steve sighed, seriously considering not opening the door. But he was a sucker, so he got up, unlocked the door, and turned to get back in the bed.

“Door’s open,” he called over his shoulder, flopping on the bed. Billy opened the door, shutting it softly behind him. He came and sat on the bed, giving Steve his space.

“So we’re all good.” Steve gave him an incredulous and angry look. Billy looked away, cheeks flushing. “I mean, Hopper is gone and you’re fine, just disturbance of the peace on your record.” Steve blinked at him, making Billy squirm. “Look, I know that was uh, probably too much, but,” he smiled a little, like he was trying not to. “You looked so, I don’t even know how to explain it. You always seem so tired and you do everything by schedules and rules and I guess,” he bit his lip. “I guess I just kinda wanted to see the old you. Not that you now is bad,” he said, finding Steve’s hand and squeezing. Steve allowed it. “I just wanted you to let loose again. Remember that we can have fun.” He paused and Steve felt like he might listen to Billy, might forgive him sooner than later-- “Plus,” Billy said, “This is definitely going viral.” Steve gave Billy a look that could have melted him down with it’s angry heat. “Too soon?”

“Have fun jerking off for another week, jackass.” But Steve didn’t let go of his hand, so Billy knew they were gonna be okay. "Plus," Steve said, voice teasing, adrenaline and anger starting to fade into exhilaration and relief. "It'll only go viral 'cause my dick is so huge." Billy threw his head back and laughed.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #streaking #cracky #silly #short #ficlet #nudity #they're fine hopper will calm down in the morning lol

[millicentipied]

Bnha Theory Time!

So, I am pretty certain in this fandom that everyone knows of the "all for one- dad" theory, wherein deku is all for one's son.

Let's say that this is true.

What is stopping all for one having a child that he somehow managed to get stuck with, or a child who was secretly raised by the LOV in his absence. I've thought about this, and decided to go with it.

So, onto a description of the daughter of all for one!

Name: Hiretsu Shigaraki (Midoriya)

Age: 17 (she's a little older then deku)

Status: Missing/Unknown

Danger level: Extreme

Quirk: Reflective Release

A quirk not dissimilar to her father, she can both take and give quirks to people, and while she holds them, she can use them. However, what she uses will build up energy inside her body during a fight, which will at some point boil over, creating a blast of pure energy to surge from her body, after which she will be temporarily senseless (blinded, deaf, ect) for a period between 1-5 minutes depending on the size of the blast.

This blast can injure anyone around her at that time, including allies, so she tends to stay away from the people she is fighting with. During this senseless phase, she can become feral, attacking anything that may give off the aura of a threat (the one sense that she retains).

Description: Hiretsu has white hair, with a lime-green strip on the front which runs all the way down to the tip. The front of her hair seems like momo's, but throughout, like most of the rest of her hair, its frizzy, similar to deku's but slightly straighter (weird to imagine but that's the best way to describe it). The rest of her hair is the same, and is usually kept in a ponytail which falls just above her waist.

One of her eyes is fully purple/lilac in colour, and the other looks that same except for a quarter of it being dark green. She has a few light freckles, and her eye shape is similar to that of her fathers, save for it being slightly rounder and more feminine.

She stands at 5,8ft, with a skinny yet muscular frame, along with a slim waist and long legs.

Her outfit is normally dark blue ripped jeans, a white NASA T-shirt (for the sake of the fact that they are too big for her and she likes the air movement), a key necklace and a ribbon choker, which is black. In her vigilante outfit, she resembles a steampunk theme, with a blazer-shirt, (white), and a green skirt/vest which combines to make a dress. (Similar to this)

Her sleeves are usually rolled up, with black, fingerless elbow high lace gloves, which are wrapped in thong ribbons (this is for her favourite-to-use quirk, which allows her to control the density and elasticity of threads and other fabrics, which she took form one of best-jeanist's workers.)

Personality: When she is excited, she is alot like Deku, shrouded with questions and becoming less aware of her surroundings. She is normally very nice, especially if the people she is with share her views on things. However, when something angers her, she becomes an unstoppable force of hatred towards that thing, not stopping before she has killed it.

She currently hates her father, because when she was a child, he killed her real mother (who I will explain in a separate post) and took her.

As she was growing up, she was convinced that she was the good guy, and that all they were doing was for a good cause. That is, until all for ones fight with all might, when she listened to all nights speech for the first time.

Since that day, she has heard his speech replayed over and over again, slowly making her resentment towards her father grow, until one day she escaped, vowing that next time she saw him, she would not utter a word to him until he was dead, and until it was her hands that his blood was shed upon.

Hiretsu was found a few days after escaping by a vigilante (an OC of mine, called Heisa, who has the quirk of malfunction ((she can make anyone she looks at or remembers the features of feel all of their quirk backlash on them instead)) who took her in and showed her that they didn't need to be heroes to do good in the world, even if they had been trained or had quirks that were made to kill.

What are your thoughts on this character? Please comment any improvements I could make to her, since I haven't had much time to think as in depth as I would like to go!

#anime #bnha quirks #bnha oc #all for one #villain #my hero academia #hero #boku no hero fanart #boku no hero academia

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Mudslinging

AO3 Link Phase 2 Chapter 20

River’s P.O.V.

Spirit rallies lead by Coach Lawrence were something else. Jim, Toby, Eemeli, and I sat near the back of the bleachers as Coach tried to spell out ‘Arcadia’ as our Mole mascot ran around him.

Toby was entranced by the mascot while Jim was going over his latest Gunmar themed nightmare. “And his eye is glowing. And then, the dream just keeps reminding me that I’m completely way out of my league,” Jim exclaimed, trying to explain why he was freaking out to Toby and Eemeli since I heard everything earlier this morning. “Right? Tobes,” Jim huffed, realizing Toby was intently staring at the mascot.

I snickered at the boys, knowing the look toby was giving the mole mascot. I nudged Eemeli, nodding towards the mascot. “Here we go.”

“Who is that masked mole?” Toby asked, “You ever wonder?” He directed to Jim, eyes never leaving the dancing mole.

Jim rolled his eyes, turning to face Toby. “You didn’t a word I said just then, did you?”

Toby nodded with a grin, “Sure, I did. You had no problems sneaking into the Darklands when it was to save Claire’s brother,” Jim nodded along, as Toby recounted everything he was freaking out over, “but now that Kanjigar says you’ve got to face Gunmar, you’re having nightmares about him and are freaking out that you’re way out of your league.” Toby threw his hands up before punching Jim’s arm lightly. “I can multi-task, Jimbo.”

Jim smiled, shaking his head as he looked at the mole again. “It’s Bill Aronstein.”

“Bill moved to Wisconsin.” Toby huffed out, gesturing as the mole ran from one side of the basketball court to the other. “This is someone else’s artistry.” Leaning forward as he mused, “Someone with feminine wiles.”

Jim groaned, throwing his hands out, clipping my head in the process. “Sorry River. What feminine wiles, Tobes? How do you even know that it’s a girl under there?”

I rolled my eyes, rubbing the back of my head as Eemeli and I turned to face the boys. “It could be anyone Tobes.”

“Uh, trust me, dudes. I know women, and that is all woman under there.” Toby huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

My right brow rose in disbelief as I eyed Toby, “Really?”

“You don’t count,” Toby glared, waving a finger in my face, “When it comes to HUMAN women, I know women.”

I raised my hands in defeat as Eemeli fought to contain his laughter, shoulders shaking as we turned back to focus on the announcements. Coach Lawrence dismissing the mole mascot as they trip, knocking into him. He announced that the principle was out with the flu and that Spring Fling was coming up.

I groaned at the mention of the dance, “Good thing we don’t have to do anything. The last thing any of us need is another distraction.” I huffed out, leaning back against Jim’s knees.

“School dance? Not excited to go?” Eemeli teased, enjoying normal school activities now that the school was mostly changeling free.

“River’s never been to one, apparently social settings that require human interaction are a cause to hide at home playing video games. Doesn’t even give anyone a chance to ask her.” Toby snickered, remembering last year’s Spring Fling disaster.

“We don’t talk about that,” I growled out, whacking his shin. As Coach announced the girls nominated by the staff for Spring Fling Queen. Looks like it was Shannon, Darci, and Mary this year. I was surprised Claire was listed, but at least she’d be able to focus on possibly going to the Darklands.

Steve was announced as the first candidate for Spring Fling King. I rolled my eyes as he was Coach’s pick. Sitting up as Eli’s name was called, I whistled, cheering for my friend while the other students tried to tease him. Glaring down the students that tried to bully him.

The last name sent our little group into shock as Coach announced, “and finally, Jim Lake Junior!”

Toby had stopped dead in his tracts as he was reassuring Jim that we’d all be able to focus a hundred percent on training. Jim’s face fell in horror as his name was called. “What?” He cried out, not wanting anything to do with Spring Fling.

“So much for a hundred percent,” Eemeli chuckled, sitting back as the students launched out of their seats while cheering.

I groaned, leaning my head back on Jim’s lap, staring up at him, “You’re screwed,” I smirked, teasing him. “You could always drop out.” My head snapped to Steve as I heard him insulting Eli. glaring down at him, I leaned over to Eemeli, “How bad would it be if I blasted him with daylight?” I asked irritated.

“You’d risk exposing magic and Troll-kind to humans, but I’d be down to hide a body.” A feral grin split his face, like the one he had at the battle for the Bridge.

“Good to know,” I huffed, barely paying attention to Coach’s explanation about themes and contests.

“How am I going to find time to,” Jim began to panic as Toby grabbed him by the jacket.

“That’s not what’s important, Jimbo!” He grinned, bouncing with excitement. “Here’s what is: You’ve got a chance to be king of the school!” He raised Jim’s arm in mock victory before gasping out, “You know what that means? That would make me a duke.” Toby jumped up as the gym had cleared, now chanting “Jim Lake for Spring King!”

The rest of the school day went by without incident, Jim trying to block the thought of having to compete for Spring King. During chemistry and trig I helped Eli design a theme for his campaign, he wanted something fun and high energy, so we came up with the 1980s. All I could think of was neon, big hair, and loud music when I thought about the 80s.s

I split off from Eli as the boys, Claire, and I headed to Trollmarket, Jim, and I had to be in the forge together so he could train in the void. I refused to go one time and had to awkwardly explain to Stuart that I was Narcoleptic since I had been ripped out of my body in the middle of his store.

I sat down in the forge as Jim and I were pulled into the void. Ignoring Kanjigar and the other Trollhunters I flashed up to Deya’s statue. She hasn’t spoken since the first time we were pulled in here, but she was comforting to be around. The other Trollhunters insisted on pretending I wasn’t in the void while they trained Jim. Kanjigar and I still seemed to be at odds, whether it was due to my outburst, being involved with Draal, or my blood, he didn’t seem to keen on my constant presence.

“Bets on how long Jim’s going to take this round of beatings?” I asked Deya’s statue, nodding to myself as I watched Kanjigar and the spirit orbs bash into Jim as he tried to defend himself. “I give 2 hours, 3 tops.”

Deya’s eyes glowed, letting me know she heard and was watching over the sparring.

I sighed leaning back as the sparring continued, glaring daggers as Kanjigar began to fight dirty. My magic flared up, causing Deya to let out a laugh as Jim was knocked over well into their training.

Kanjigar leaned over Jim, sword held to his throat. “Blinkous and my son have trained you well, in the art of single combat” He sighed, as the spirit orbs continue to pelt Jim while he was down. “But rarely will your enemies do the courtesy of striking one at a time.”

I flicked my wrist out, sending a small blast of Daylight for Kanjigar, causing him to jump back from Jim as I flashed from perch to his side. “You think Jim’s allies will just stand to the side?” I snarled, pulling Midnight into the void.

Kanjigar snarled, swinging Daylight for my head. I stared him down as the blade stopped before cutting through me, refusing to move further. I smirked, activating Midnight quickly. I hooked the blade on Kanjigar’s horn, pumping as much magic as I could in the void into the lance, throwing Kanjigar across the arena similar to when Draal and I sparred.

Jim groaned, sitting up as I offered my hand. Helping him to his feet quickly as Kanjigar recovered. He paused to look over Daylight before turning to Jim and me both. “It seems the impure has decided to join your training.”

I growled, Midnight glowing brightly as my irritation slipped into the weapon. Jim put an arm in front of me, keeping me back. “You made your point. We’re not exactly ready to face Gunmar. Even with my friends, I’m not strong enough.” I opened my mouth to argue with Jim, but he cut me off quickly. “You’re still recovering. The only reason you can use this much magic here is that your body is in the forge.” Jim reasoned. Wincing, I allowed Midnight to disappear. Gritting my teeth tight, I knew Jim was right. I couldn’t fight like this outside of the Void, not yet.

Kanjigar watched the exchange, letting out a sigh, he turned to Deya’s statue, her eyes glowing softly, letting us know she was watching. “You must be prepared to face Gunmar. We needed to be hard on you because neither of you would listen to us. You had to see for yourselves.” Kanjigar turned to Jim. “You hold back when you know your opponent, and thus I can’t gauge your abilities until you learn to stop pulling your punches.”

Turning to me, Kanjigar sighed softly, a glint of guilt flashed across his eyes. “You are too willing to jump into a fight, even at the cost of your own life.” He pulled the memory of me pushing Toby in front of me the first night Bular chased us down, shifting to the first time I used magic to protect Jim. Blasting myself of the Forge wall when I though Draal would drop Jim into the Abyss. Each reckless decision, every injury that should have killed me. The woods when Nomura attacked. My fight with Eemeli, overloading my magic to knock Nomura off Draal, almost getting pulled into the Darklands, spending the last of my energy to heal Draal. “If not for my son, and your friends, you wouldn’t be standing here now, Merlin’s heir or not.”

I frowned watching as the memories surround us, magic flaring more and more as each one passed by. Frowning at my lack of reaction, Kanjigar dismissed the memories. “If you continue to act recklessly, there will come a day when they won’t be able to save you. What will Draal do then?” He asked causing me to flinch back, snapping my head to look up at him.

“River,” This was the first time he called me by my name, “you are Merlin’s heir, and even as a trained wizard, Merlin is not invincible.” Kanjigar turned, looking over the statues. “Gunmar is death, and if you face him in the Darklands, you both must be prepared, your friends included if you drag them into your fight.”

“There’s no way to kill Gunmar!” The other Trollhunter statues hissed out, the only quiet statue being Deya. The voices began to argue on whether Gunmar was invincible or not.

Jim frowned looking over the statues, “What do they mean?” He asked Kanjigar, knowing that only he would give us a straight answer.

Kanjigar held up his spirit version of Daylight, letting it float between him and us. “That sword of yours has fought him many times but has never killed him.” He supplied, “Your weapon and armor were created with a singular purpose in mind,” he sighed, gesturing to Jim “to protect your world,” he then held his out to me, “and ours.” Turning from us as the Void slowly began to fade, Kanjigar left us with a final thought, “Don’t forsake that solemn mission to save one human child and lose your lives in the process.”

We returned to the Forge, Draal keeping an eye on my body while I was away. “Jim,” He spoke, making sure I was fine as he helped me up. “Did you see my father?”

Jim sighed as the armor fell, “I did,” he began walking past Draal and me, not hearing the hidden question.

Draal sighed, following Jim’s movements, “Did he speak of me?”

Jim flinched, thinking over what Kanjigar hold told me. “Yeah. He wished the Soothscryer could let you in, but, you know, the rules are the rules.”

Draal shook his head, blowing steam from his nose at Jim’s obvious lie. “It’s alright, Trollhunter.” I winced, thinking back to the memory of Kanjigar pushing Draal away. “You do not have to lie to protect my feelings.”

I grasped Draal’s arms, nuzzling under his chin in comfort, “He did speak of you, but it was more of a warning.”

Draal returned the gesture, frowning as I mentioned a warning, “What is it with elders warning you?” He asked, referring to Ms. Kamaria’s warning on my birthing day.

“He said my recklessness would get me killed one day. My friends wouldn’t be able to save me, and that he didn’t know what you would do if that happened. I think he’s been goading me into fights this entire time.” I huffed, taking this warning to heart.

Draal hummed, unused to his father caring showing that he cared. “Any other news?”

Jim sighed approaching us, “He said we can’t kill Gunmar. I would only be leading my friends to their deaths.”

Draal snarled, “Too bad. I was looking forward to proving him wrong.” He nuzzled his nose against my cheek, smiling. “About more than Gunmar.”

Jim smiled at Draal’s declaration. He had been having issues with how the Trollhunter council had been treating me since his Void training started. “So was I.”

Arrrgh came running into the Forge, stopping short as he saw that Jim and I were no longer in the Void.

“What’s going Arrrgh?” I asked, worried about his panic.

“Blinky,” was all he got out as he turned, running back to Trollmarket.

Jim, Draal, and I took off running after him quickly, worried about could happen to Blinky that would cause Arrrgh to panic.

“Of course, it’s there!” Blinky cheered as we entered the library. Books were scattered from one endo the library to the other. Claire, Toby, and Eemeli sitting awkwardly on piles of books as they watched Blinky pace back and forth. “It’s true!” He grinned, running further into the library.

“How long has he been like this?” Jim asked Arrrgh, watching anxiously as Blinky began pacing again.

“Long time,” Arrrgh sighed, following the six-eyed troll.

“Decaf?” I asked Jim, noticing the stone mugs littering the room along with the books.

“Yeah,” Jim nodded, eyeing the number of caffeinated drinks, “may you should switch to decaf.”

Blinky rushed over to us, reading through an ancient book, “According to legend, only one scholar, the Dishonorable Bodus, uncovered a method of wound Gunmar.” He informed us, heading further into the library again, peering through piles and shelves.

Jim and exchanged a confused glance, the words of the elder Trollhunters racing through our minds. “The Trollhunters just told us there wasn’t any way to kill him,” Jim spoke, following Blinky as Arrrgh, Draal, and I began sifting through the scattered books. “How do you do it?”

Blinky turned, walking backward as he spoke to Jim. “No one knows. Gunmar had Bodus and his students hunted down and dispatched in a most unpleasant manner.”

Eemeli winced at the mention of hunting, raising his hand slightly, “Yeah, my bad.”

I sighed, lightly whacking his head with a book I picked up to skim. “You do know you don’t have to tell us about every job?”

Eemeli shrugged, “And have it come back to bite me in the ass? No thanks.” He pouted, snatching the book before I could whack him again.

“Yes,” Blinky cleared his throat, gaining our attention again. “Here in this book, ‘The Final Testament of Bodus’ – the last surviving copy of his work!” He cried out, waving said book around. “This is the key!”

Slamming the book down, he gave us all a blank stare, “And I’m going to burn it.”

We all jolted forward, Arrrgh dropping the book he was looking at, “Long time!” He cried out as we sprung into action, trying to stop Blinky from destroying our only lead to defeating Gunmar.

Blinky quickly set the book ablaze, causing Jim to rush for it, “Blinky, no! What are you doing?!” He cried out, trying to grab the burning book, “That book might tell us the” Blinky held us back, using all four-arms as he interrupted Jim.

“Bodus was being hunted! He knew he had to keep it secret!” He explained quickly, trying to stop us from putting out the fire.

Toby tried to throw water on the fired but couldn’t get past Blinky’s arms. Eemeli stopped trying to get past Blinky, understanding his explanation.

I paused, watching the burning book, “It’s not written in the book, it’s IN the book.” I said, grasping why Blinky needed to burn it. Draal looked at me confused, my explanation giving no more clues than Blinky.

“Burn, baby! Burn!” Blinky yelled, cackling as the book turned to ash.

“No!” Claire yelled, throwing a tarp over the fire, putting out the flame.

Toby ran to the pile of ash in disbelief, “Did Blinky just destroy our only chance at getting Gunmar?”

“Or my baby brother!” Claire frowned, staring at the ashes.

Blinky quickly approached, “You don’t understand.” He stated, pulling Claire and Toby from the ashes so he could deal with them. “Bodus hid the secret WITHIN the book.” He sighed, as other than Eemeli and I, the others thought blinky was off his rocker.

He blew the ashes from the table, script now etched where the book had been. “It’s a message!” Claire grinned, leaning over to get a better view.

Blinky cheered as we piled closer to see the message, “I’m so glad that worked.”

“What does it say?” Jim asked, unable to read Trollish.

Blinky began reading off the hidden words. “In darkest tide, when Daylight darest wane, the Myrddin Wylt obscured a Shadow’s bane.”

“Wylt? Like River?” Toby asked, referring to my last name, given by my mother.

“It’s an ancient name of Merlin.” Claire chimed in, the obviousness of my name causing Eemeli to snicker. “Shouldn’t someone be taking a picture of this or something?” She asked, causing Toby to pull out his phone.

“Three forces elemental thou must seek.” Blinky continued, reading the script carefully. “In marshland, caverns deep, and mountain’s peak. Where worthy perish, ye will prevail in night and eclipse all who quarry with thy might.” He finished reading off.

Toby grunted, looking around the group, “Anyone else freaked out a little bit by this evil perish poem?

Jim shook his head quickly, looking over the etching, “No. It said we can prevail! We can win!”

“Merlin hid a Shadow’s bane.” I spoke up, “Does that mean Gunmar’s bane?”

“It’s referencing a weapon in insurmountable power,” Blinky explained, heading over to the furthest shelves in his library. “Formed by three forces unhallowed,” He trailed off, pulling three books from the shelves. “Of course! It must be the Triumbric Stones!” He grinned, rushing back with the books he pulled. “Three shards of legend tied to Gunmar’s lifeblood, lost to the age.”

Jim and I grinned, both thinking the same thing, “If we seek out these stones,” He began.

“We kill Gunmar,” I finished, grinning.

“Blinky, you mad man, you did it!” Jim cried, hope returning now that we had a lead on how to defeat Gunmar.

Toby jumped up, excited, “We make the weapon and wham! Gunmar is done-mar!” He laughed with Jim.

Arrrgh frowned warning Toby as he ran off to inspect the books. “Caution.”

“Indeed!” Blinky grinned as we drew closer, looking over the pictures of the stones. “The Triumbric Stones have been hidden for centuries, but if I can decipher this text, Master Jim, then you shall,”

“Eclipse all who quarry with thy might,” Clair recited.

We now had a lead, one Gunmar had tried to destroy. That alone gave us hope that finding these stones was the key to defeating him.

Angor Rot’s P.O.V.

I met with the Changeling, Stricklander, at a cliffside overlooking a village that appeared to be set aflame.

“This is what the world has become, Angor Rot.” The Changeling smirked as I drew closer.

“This village,” I began to ask.

“It’s called ‘Arcadia Oaks’.” The Changeling interrupted.

“It’s on fire?” I finally got out, confused as to why the humans weren’t trampling through the forest in a panic.

“No. Those are called lights.” Stricklander explained, “Something known as electricity. You’ll come to enjoy it, along with indoor plumbing.” He smirked, holding out a cup similar to the one he was drinking from. “So many advances since you’ve been away.”

I sneered at the cup, looking over the village again. “The bridge to Gunmar is under this, Arcadia?”

Stricklander growled at the mention of Killahead Bridge. “The Bridge will be spoken of no longer. Gunmar had his chance to rule. Now it’s my turn.” He smirked, heading to the edge of the cliff.

I leaned against the ‘car’ the Changeling arrived in, “Your turn for what?” I asked, annoyed.

“Revenge and insurance.” He stated, explaining further after a moment, “In this town, there is a boy and this boy fancies a girl, a girl whose brother is being held in the Darklands. If the boy saved the child from the changeling nursery, he’ll want to save them all. And it is my job to watch over my half-breed brethren, and not let that happen.” He turned, determined to keep he changelings safe.

I rolled my eyes, watching the lights in the village, “But how could a fleshbag even contemplate such a feat?” I asked, starting to thing this Changeling was mad.

Stricklander smirked, “This boy is the Trollhunter.” At my shocked expression, his smirk grew, “It’s a long story. However, you should know he is related to Merlin’s heir, she resides in Arcadia as well.”

My eyes widened; Merlin’s heir could only mean one person.

“The moral of the story is that you should never underestimate them.” Strickler snarled, “They already managed to kill the son of Gunmar.” He smirked, brushing his coat off, “Obviously, I could deal with him myself, but a man of my esteemed stature in this community can’t do anything without arousing unwanted suspicion.”

“You’re afraid of fleshbag children,” I sneered, stalking towards the changeling.

“I am not!” He defended, “I’m merely,” the end of the shadow staff cut him off as I drew close.

“He bested Bular and you are afraid,” I stated, “That is why you require Angor Rot.” I grinned, backing him to the edge of the cliffs.

Glaring, the changeling shoved the Inferna Copula in my face, causing to back up a step. “Just remember who’s in charge here.” He snarled, “I bear the ring. You answer to me. When the children are finished, you will have your freedom.”

“A human Trollhunter, I have never hunted such game,” I smirked, circling Stricklander, “And Merlin’ heir? You protect your Changeling brothers and sisters, yet you would have me dispatch of her?” I sneered; it was obvious this Changeling had no idea what he was truly dealing with.

Stricklander’s eyes grew wide at the new information as I neared the cliff edge. “I will kill them, but I will do it on my own terms.” I snarled, leaping from the edge and into the village of lights below. Might as well let the Pale Lady’s child dwell on this startling information.

I quickly followed the scent of the amulet to a group of buildings near the woods. Two building reeked of its stench, but the scent of magic was stronger in the one where a lone adult female took residence. I perched atop the second building to watch the house, pulling flesh from my body to carve while I waited.

The female was pacing the house for hours when two fleshbags rode up on a smaller ‘car.’ The female smelled strongly of magic, Daylight to be precise. So, this was Lady Ganieda’s offspring. From what the Eldritch Queen had spoken, I expected her to be less, fleshy.

I examined the male fleshbag as they entered the house. Both teens quickly getting into an argument with the female adult. She didn’t know. I sneered; this could be useful for the hunt.

The Trollhunter head up the stairs with Merlin’s heir, however when they reached their quarters, Merlin’s heir vanished.

Standing quickly, I surveyed the area, checking to see if she had somehow spotted me. I caught sight of movement in the windows near the ground. It seemed this is where Merlin’s heir truly resided. Fitting she would be drawn underground.

Grinning as the house settled down for the night, I blew off the final shavings from the stone flesh I had been carving. It was time to see just how these two defeated the Son of Gunmar.

River’s P.O.V.

Arguing with mom had just felt wrong. Draal had heard the entire argument from the basement and set up the nest for a movie night, something we occasionally did when I couldn’t leave the house due to mom and I could sleep. So far, Draal had found talking llamas and space pirates to be his favorite animated movie subjects.

We stayed curled up in the nest into the early hours of the morning. When I finally decided to head up to get ready, mom continued her silent treatment, ignoring Jim and me as best as she could while she left.

“This isn’t going well.” Jim sighed as Draal came up, seeing us off in the garages for school, Eemeli picking us up for the day.

“Dr. Lake still not talking to you?” Eemeli asked, seeing mine and Jim’s expressions as Toby slide into the back seat with Jim.

“Worse,” I groaned, waving to Draal as Eemeli took off. “We got in a fight last night, neither of us could come up with a new alibi, she’s so mad.”

“There’s not much we can do about it, she’ll be in more danger if we tell her anything,” Jim frowned, staring out the window.

“With Strickler gone, that’s one less threat to her that we have to deal with.” I perked up slightly, thankful we would have to get rid of mom’s changeling boyfriend.

Eemeli tried to crack a joke about Dr. Lake and Ganieda both having a thing for Changelings, though it only received a snort from me and a huff swallowed chuckle from Tobes. Today was not going very well, and it was only the beginning of school.

The students we quickly filed into the auditorium as Coach Lawrence called for Spring Fling Announcements.

“Is that what you’re wearing?” Toby asked Jim as we entered.

“I wear this every day, Tobes. What else would I be wearing?” Jim asked, not seeing the problem.

“Theme announcements,” I stated as we looked for seats in the bleachers.

“In a few minutes, you’re selling everyone your theme for the school dance,” Toby explained, heading back to our usual area.

“Tobes, look, I’d love to be Spring King. Who wouldn’t?” Jim said, gesturing to the students slowly entering the gym, glaring at me when I raised my hand, opting out of his statement. “I’m just a little preoccupied right now with not getting killed!” He exclaimed, trying to get it through Toby’s head.

“There are fates worse than death, Jimbo,” Toby argued, slipping towards the break in the bleachers, letting out a yelp of panic. Jim grabbed his collar, pulling him back to our seats quickly. “In high school, anyway.” He continued without issue.

“Is he always like this?” Eemeli asked, confused by how bothered Toby was to almost falling off of the bleachers.

“In a word? Yes,” I stated, crossing my arms, completely disagreeing with Toby on this one.

Toby jumped onto the seat of the bleacher, grinning wide as he gestured over the room. “This is our chance to get the school to finally recognize how cool we are.”

“We?” Jim asked, not keeping up with Toby’s brain.

“If you become Spring King, it’ll open a whole new bracket of women.” Toby continued his explanation causing me to roll my eyes. This was not going to end well. “I’m talking cheerleaders, senior cheerleaders. Dare I dream? Community college dropouts!”

“Who tend to be over 18, therefore, not in your current age bracket,” I tried to reason, knowing it would go in one ear and out the other.

Toby rolled his eyes, jumping over to the next set of bleachers, “If you don’t want to do it for us, Jimbo, do it for me.” He requested, switching on his best puppy eyes. “I’ve always felt like I was destined to be a duke.

“He’s serious, isn’t he?” Eemeli asked, astonish at Toby’s train of thought. “Fine,” Jim rolled his eyes, giving in to Toby. “I’ll try to throw some kind of costume together, okay?” Toby cheered in excitement, finally taking his seat. “River? Think you could help?”

“Hang with an over-excited Tobes or watch your train wreck front row?” I smirked, following Jim out, “I’ll go with the train wreck.”

“Thank you for the vote of confidence. You helped Eli, right? What’s he doing?” Jim asked as we headed into the history classroom.

“Roaring 80s,” I chuckled, looking over the posters and books stashed in the class, “Ren fair?” I asked, holding up an old poster of Camelot.

“Ironic, but no.” He huffed “Ugh! The things I do for Toby. Where am I supposed to find a costume?”

“Just saying, you could pull a ‘Romeo and Juliet’ audition with your armor again,” shrugged, leaning against the windows.

“Maybe I should just be stapler-man,” Jim joked, pausing next to me as something outside caught his attention. “What is that?”

I turned quickly, catching sight of shadows moving across the soccer field, something walking into the shade of the trees. “If it’s a weird thing, it’s a Troll thing.” I sighed.

We ignored Coach Lawrence’s announcement as we quickly ran outside to find whatever we had seen from the classroom.

Surveying the field, Jim and I cautiously approached center the center where a fresh pile of dirt was patted down. Jim glanced over it, deciding to pay it no mind as we drew closer to the trees. The ground began to shake snapping our attention back to the center of the field as rock, grass, and mud combined into a large creature.

The creature attacked, slamming its fist into the ground where Jim had stood. We ran to the trees trying to gain some sort of cover. Eri popping her head out of my hoodie to see what the noise was all about. “I think now would be a good time for armor!” She hissed to Jim and me.

Nodding, I pushed as little magic as possible into the belt, my armor taking form quickly. Jim, still panicking over almost getting crushed, tried talking to the creature first. “Um, hi. I know we just met, but what are you?” He called out from behind a tree.

The creature swung, tossing Jim from the trees to the opposite side of the field.

“Jim!” I yelled, eyes glowing as I flashed to him, checking him over for injuries. “I don’t think it wants to talk.” I scolded, helping him up from the mud.

“It can’t think for itself, let alone talk!” Eri snapped,’ curling around my bicep, using her ice breath to spray the creature. “It’s a golem! Someone had to put it here!”

“Alright! I get it. Strong, silent type.” Jim huffed out, quickly donning his armor, Daylight at the ready.

Ran in different directions, letting the golem chase one of us, then the other, watching its movements carefully as we tore across the soccer field.

The golem clipped Jim, sending him face-first into the dirt. “Alright,” Jim ground out, spitting up grass. “You wanna fight dirty?” He summoned Daylight, standing off with the golem for as he looked for an opening.

I caught sighed of a Troll in the tree line watching us, he seemed to be amused at our struggle with the golem. His smirk grew as his eyes locked with mine, nodding back to Jim and Golem.

I turned to see that each limb Jim cut off grew back quickly using the field to generate its limbs. The golem grabbed Jim, tossing him into the air and kicking him into the goal net. Snarling I took off after the golem, flashing above it, I activated Midnight, concentrating on only using small bursts of magic, I quickly shot off a blast of blue fire, taking out part of its torso, revealing a small stone doll.

Jim untangled himself from the net as I landed behind the golem, watching it regenerate, “My sword and your magic isn’t working. Any ideas?” He asked as we dodged a muddy fist.

“There’s some kind of idol hidden in its chest,” I called to Jim.

“Go high!” He directed, rushing the Golem.

I smirked, flashing up to its fast, eyes and sclera glowing bright blue as I unleased a larger blast of magic, revealing the stone doll. Jim used the momentum of the golems last swing to propel himself to the totem, cutting swiftly and destroying it.

Once the totem was destroyed, the golem exploded, knocking Jim and I back, dousing us from head to toe in mud.

“So much for a costume,” Jim wheezed, catching his breath as his and my armor deactivated.

“I hate golems.” Eri sneered, slithering back into the pocked of my mud-covered hoodie, absorbing the left-over energy from my last attack.

A quick laugh left my lungs as observed the tree line, “Did you see the troll?” I asked, unable to spot him in the shadows.

“Yeah, I did.” He groaned, standing up, helping me to my feet. “We gotta go, I think I’m going to just drop from the contest.”

“Good idea,” I sighed, trying to wipe the mud off of myself as we headed into the gym, tracking it in with us as we gained everyone’s attention.

“What’s going on here?” Coached asked, disgusted by the mud we were tracking in.

“Looks like you’ve been digging in the dirt, Lakes. What the heck is that supposed to be?” Steve sneered, backing down as I got in his face, wiping the mud from my hand on her Hawaiian shirt.

“Look at that, now we match.” I huffed, staying behind with Eli and Steve as Jim headed to Coach.

“He looks like a mole!” Eli cheered out; this caused the students to collectively lose it in the bleachers. Everyone freaking out over ‘Mole Mania,’ as Toby declared it. Our mole mascot breaking out in dance, excited that our school would be represented in Jim’s theme.

“Mole mania isn’t even a theme!” Steve complained, snapping his jaw as I raised my other mud-covered hand. Eri decided to pop her tiny head out, flicking her tongue in annoyance at Steve. Upon seeing her, Steve took off towards the bleachers, trying to get away from the ‘Danger Noodle!’

Eli paused in his cheering to marvel over Eri, completely calm about the little snake as Jim joined us. “Mole Mania! Great idea Jim!” He congratulated Jim.

Jim laughed, poking the top of Eri’s head, “Had a little surprise help. River said you were doing the 1980s?” He asked as Coach began to announce that we had a temporary replacement for the Principal.

“Please welcome Principal Strickler!” Coach turned, motioning behind the boys and me.

I quickly pulled away from Eli, feeling my eyes burn at the shock of Coach’s announcement. I carefully pulled my hood up, watching as Strickler walked past us, pausing briefly at the sight of my hood before taking the mic from Coach Lawrence.

“What is he doing here?” Jim asked, glaring art Strickler’s back.

Strickler glanced back to our group, allowing eyes to shift before turning to address the students. “I’m very glad to be back and excited to get started. But let it be known, with me in charge, things are going to change.”

When Deya said 'change was coming,' I don’t think she meant this.

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This demon is different than the usual ones he has faced, he notes, dodging the on coming fireball aimed directly at his chest. The blaze of it singes the tips of his hair as he turns, the barrel of his gun pointed at the monster in retaliation. The shot rings out and the bullet makes contact with the flesh of its chest; but it seems to only infuriate the monster more than halt it.

"Gonna give me a run for my money, huh?" he snarls, holstering his gun as he draws his sword.

At his side, you grip his arm for a moment, the magical energy you store flowing through him to help ease his wounds before he lunges forward, the sharp edge of his sword aiming for the horned head of the demon. There is contact and a gushing of blood; but before he can withdraw, a clawed hand wraps around his arm bracing the sword, catching him off guard.

His arm is tugged and he swore he heard a snap from the pull, but his body is stilled when his eyes lock with that of the demon. The purple glow that takes over the entirety of is occipital cavity makes his body numb, and his own eyes glaze over, dulling the blue of his irises.

From your position, you see the entire scene unfold, panic making you bolt forward and make contact with the demons chest, palms outstretched. You give a surge of energy to knock it back, hard enough that it's clawed hand releases Dante; but he lands on the floor with a horrid thud right next to you. You're at his side instantly, hands on his chest to route the healing energy through his veins. You wince at the sound of his arm snapping back into place, but are thankful none-the-less that he looks how he did before the demon took hold of him.

Almost.

You help him sit up, and note he is unusually quiet, making your worry for him spike once more. "Dante! Hey, answer me, can you move?"

His head turns towards yours, clouded eyes hidden behind the curtain of white bangs. It takes a split second for you to realize something is completely wrong, and the growl he let's out does not sound human as he grips the wrist of your hand placed on his chest. You let out a cry at the pain surging up your arm; but the pain in your heart outweighs the physical, as you let another surge of energy blast his chest, sending him a few feet away from you and letting your wrist go.

You're on your feet immediately, running into the rubble scattered around the both of you, and you can hear his footfalls giving chase behind you. You turn down every alley you can to put distance between the two of you, your mind whirling for any option you have at your disposal to help the ensnared man. He's drowned in some kind of spell, chasing you as a beast would chase it's prey.

You aren't sure how long you have been running, but the last alley you bolt down comes to an end at a brick wall. Your hands splay on the cold, damp concrete before you turn to see the man standing at the end of the alley, looming over you like an all encompassing shadow. Your in a position where you can see the lightest purple swirls in his skin as he stalks towards you, his chest heaving each time he takes a breath. You wish to meld into the wall once he comes toe to toe with you, the hand that slithers around your neck making your last shred of hope snap.

He swings you around, throwing you onto the floor, and his boot makes contact with your sternum, taking all your wind. He grinds it down and for a moment you swear you hear the cracks in your ears. The pain is temporary, but horrendous; your body quickly tries to repair itself due to the magic in your veins, but his constant pressing makes it hard for the energy to keep up. He knees down with the other leg, the look on his face as he gets closer to your own absolutely feral. His blue eyes are still incredibly dull, glossed over by the spell, and you are sure he is not looking at you but at something else all together. The pressure of his weight makes the cracks in your ribs ring out once more, and you can taste metal swelling up in the back of your throat.

You reach out trembling hands, wanting to touch his cheek and brush the hair from his face, as you usually would when he would look at you. You wanted to call to him, bring him back from this edge he was dancing on; but would your words really reach him?

Before your hands could make contact with his face, he pulled back from you with an audible growl, pulling his sword forward. He held the blade point right over your heart, and all you could do was look up into his eyes once more.

That demon took him from you. The man who's side you had been by for as long as you could remember. Your heart ached at knowing that once this act was done and he would come back to his senses, he would hate himself for all of eternity. That thought alone brought tears to your eyes as you kept your eyes locked on his own.

You found your voice finally, letting your eyes slowly close to accept this fate you were dealt.

"I forgive you, Dante."

You let out a shallow breath, and heard his deep snarl as he reared back, the hilt of his sword gripped in both hands. He plunged it forward, and you braced yourself...

But all you felt was a knick against your cheek.

You opened your eyes slowly, and noticed the man was doubled over above you, head bowed towards your chest. His sword was at the side of your own, the edge only grazing your skin as he had plunged it into the ground. His shoulders were shuttering with each breath him took, and you cautiously reach other to touch his hair.

"Dante...?"

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you to his chest, and you gasped at the pain still numbing your ribs; but it was worth while to be in his arms once more. Your own arms weakly wrapped around his shoulders, as you cradled his face against your neck.

"I am so...so sorry, (Y/N)," he sobbed, his grip only tightening around you. "I couldn't control myself. I tried to fight it off, I tried! I am so sorry I hurt you!"

His words tumbled through his sobs, as he clung to you. You ran a soothing hand through his hair, a sense of calm washing over you as he relaxed slightly in your arms.

"You're back now," you whispered to him, "that's all that matters."

He didn't let go of you, your words making his core ache for letting himself get thrown as he had by that demon. He swore to you, and to himself, he would make it up to you, and get that demon back for what he put you through.

He paused, though, once he felt a warmth coursing through his being.

"(Y/N), don't waste your energy on me, please," he stated, pulling away just enough to see your face. He noticed the knick there beginning to close, and he sighed deeply, fresh tears threatening his eyes.

"I'll be fine," you offered with a weak smile; but you could feel the edges of your consciousness beginning to fade as you sapped yourself of energy.

The pain in your chest dulled as your magic took over, but your body became heavy in his arms, and the last thing you remember was the distant sound of his voice calling your name.

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A light throbbing in your head forced you to rouse, and you winced at the light that assaulted your eyes. A dull ache wracked your body as you made to sit up, and you noticed quickly that you wore nothing but bandages binding your ribcage. Part of you knew it unnecessary to have a binding on you; but you appreciated the attention none-the-less.

Before you could move from the bed, a light snoring caught your attention. To the side of you sat the man in red, slumped in a chair with his arms crossed, his head bowed as he slept. You shifted slightly towards him, fingers lightly touching his cheek and taking in the scruff he had there. Subconsciously, he nuzzled into your hand and sighed, before his eyes slowly opened. Seeing you awake, he gave you a soft smirk, planting a kiss in your palm.

"Bought time you woke up."

You rolled your eyes, and reveled in the feel of his scruff nuzzling your palm.

"How long have I been out?"

"About two days."

You groaned, letting yourself back onto the bed. Each time you spent out your energy, it took longer and longer for you to recover. And usually as you were recovering...

You turned your head to look at him. "Have you been here the entire time?"

He gave you shrug, per his usual. "Any free chance I got. I wanted to be here when you woke up."

He shifted from his chair to the edge of the bed, and leaned over you slightly. The sorrowful look that over took his eyes made his heart sink.

"I am still so sorry, (Y/N). I didn't mean to put you in harm's way. I should have known, been more careful-"

You put a finger to his lips, shushing him softly. "How were you to know what that demon was capable of?" Your eyes soften as you take his features in, the finger at his lips now tracing his cheek. "I don't hold it against you, if that's what you're worried about. I'm just thankful you were able to break out of its spell when you did."

He nuzzled your hand once more, the warmth of his breath gracing your skin.

"I don't know how to explain it, but I heard your voice through the fog. I don't remember anything but seeing black, and I could hear you saying my name. When I finally came to...the way you were underneath me..."

He bowed his head into your lap, not wanting to see that image ever again.

You carded your fingers through his hair, soothing fingertips gracing his scalp. You let him stay there for a bit longer, until you pushed him back up to meet your eyes.

"I forgive you, Dante," you said once more, as you said before. "We'll be more careful next time."

He smiled, finally, that same smile you adored to see across his face. You leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on his lips, only for him to follow, seeking another. You sighed into his mouth as he shifted further to be atop you, and you gasped suddenly, feeling the fabric of his shirt graze your nipples.

"Wait-"

"Um, yeah, that was my doing. You looked far more comfortable...just being shirtless in my bed."

It registered that you, indeed, were sitting topless this entire time, while speaking with him.

You gave him a wicked smirk. "And you were able to keep your hands to yourself this entire time?"

"Hey, there was something serious I needed to talk to you about," he growled, his nose nestled to side of you own as he pushed forward, planting another kiss on your lips.

You allowed him to lay you back, as he carefully positioned himself between your thighs, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it to the side. His shirt soon followed, and you let a soft whimper escape when his scruff tickled the skin at your neck.

"I promise I will protect you," he whispered by your ear, as his hands came up to greedily knead at your breasts.

You sighed his name, melting into his hands, as he kept you wrapped in his arms for the rest of the day.

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