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badaspebble · 7 months

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Hi, lovely! I hope that you're doing well! May I please request smut fic with possessive/protective and jealous Bada x fem!reader? Where reader is Bada's gf but also a dancer, she's on team Bebe and like her gf, she captures the attention of many competitors, especially a certain Wolf'lo member by the name of Haechi.. who takes every chance she gets to flirt or touch her. Bada doesn't take to kindly to it when Haechi touches readers waist during a battle.

Hey baby! I’m doing good. I hope this is to your liking. Not very long unfortunately. :( There might be some mistakes in grammar.

I’m using the mobile app cause my laptop broke 🤓 yall gon’ have to stick with me

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“All Mine”

Bada Lee x fem!reader

Summary - Being on SWF2 was great. Meeting new people who were also considered legends was an added plus. You caught many eyes, but one set of eyes in particular stayed on you the entire time. Bada notices, and so do you. Deciding to dance with Haechi wasn’t to make Bada jealous, but still. It’s only fair that Bada should do something about it.

Warnings: 18+ themes (Dom!Bada, possessive!Bada, semi-public sex, jealously, dirty talk, praise, cunnilingus, probably more idk)

Word count: 2.6k

MDNI

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Being able to perform in Street Women Fighter was a reward in itself. That, paired with the fact you're with your girlfriend, was a dream come true. The women around you were known to be talented, so you were slightly nervous too. You knew that you danced well. It was shown through the numerous battles you had. You could tell they loved your dancing style, but still couldn’t help it when you compared yourself to the women who were legends. Doubt started to creep inside the corners of your mind.

“Baby?” A voice snapped you back to the present, realizing it was your girlfriend, Bada.

You looked at her and smiled, before subtly checking her out. You always loved the way she wore her hats.

“Yeah?” You asked, scooting a little closer to her, wanting to feel her warmth. Her eyes scan your face, giving you the comfort that another pair of eyes didn’t. You could feel a burning stare from somebody sitting in the section of Wolf’lo, knowing it was Haechi.

Bada smiled, bringing her hand around your waist subtly, pulling you more into her as she could sense your growing unease. “You okay baby? We don’t have to do this if you aren’t feeling too well.”

You smiled at her concern, feeling your heart beat faster as she puts her hand on your head and guides it towards her shoulder. “I’m okay…just nervous.” You giggle, reassuring her some more when you catch her concern growing. “I pinky promise.”

Bada sighed, her shoulders moving dramatically. “Are you sure? If somebody is making you uncomfortable, just tell me.” She said, giving a side eye to a specific crew. She clenched her jaw and looked back at you, her eyes swimming with subtle jealously.

You smirked and decided to tease her, loving her possessive side. “Are you jealous? Hm…” You pause dramatically, looking over at Haechi. “Isn’t she as tall as you? That’s so cool.” You say, leaning in slightly.

She smirked and looked down, looking at her lap. Before she could respond, your name was called by Daniel. As you got up, sweeping yourself off, you heard Bada mutter. “I’m better though…”

You turned around as you were walking towards the middle of the room, seeing her pout childishly. You giggled before turning back.

You blocked out Daniel’s voice, opting to look around at your opponents. When it came time for you to speak, you didn’t hesitate to choose Haechi to dance against. Her style was smooth, and she had a very strong aura.

Bada scrunched her eyebrows together, staring at Haechi as she smirked and walked towards you. Bada clenched her jaw, running her tongue over her teeth when she saw how Haechi didn’t hesitate to hug you.

You were taken aback when she went in for a hug, but accepted it nonetheless. You didn’t want to take this competition too seriously, opting for a more laid back, fun type of vibe. You saw Haechi subtly bite her lip out of the corner of your eye, but ignored it.

“Didn’t even hesitate to choose me, huh?” Haechi whispered with a smirk, stepping back slowly to give you room as your music started playing.

You smiled and ignored her, wanting your entire focus to be on your dancing.

Bada widened her eyes as you started dancing, quickly noticing how everybody else propped themselves up and paid close attention to you. Their gaze no longer tired.

‘Vibez’ by Zayn started playing, and you didn’t hesitate to start rolling your hips. Your aura changed completely, adding a hint of sexiness to your otherwise chill persona. The crews were screaming as you danced on Haechi, with her not wasting anytime before dancing back on you.

Bada looked at the scene with a clenched jaw. She took a deep breath before looking around her crew, hoping for one of them to take her mind off of the dancing in front of her. Her eyes rolled as she realized all of them were giving 110% of their attention to you. She looked back just in time to see you twerk on Haechi. Bada took a deep breath again, seeing Haechi’s hands on your waist and lower back.

You bit your lip, completely embracing the music. You noticed Haechi’s hands, but you let her be. You couldn’t help but to drink up Bada’s expression. Her eyes were dark, her leg was bouncing up and down. You giggled as you could see her jaw flex repeatedly.

Before you knew it, your dance was over. Haechi bit her bottom lip as she got ready to dance, wanting to impress you. Her own music started playing, and she immediately started doing impressive footwork to slide over towards you. Nodding your head, making a ‘stank’ face as you realized how good her moves were. It wasn’t long before she started incorporating touches in her dancing, dragging her hands along your body.

She didn’t have much time to do so, but she did one last move where she hooked her finger on your chin, making you look up towards her. Bada saw this and clenched her jaw, moving around uncomfortably.

After some brief talk by Daniel, the hosts revealed their cards. You won 2-1. As the judges were talking, you accidentally started blocking them out once you realized Bada’s stare. You made eye contact with her and she squinted, licking her lips while she tilted her head. You could see her breathing heavily, holding back the urge to interrupt the judges in order to drag you back to the team’s room.

Bada looked at the judges impatiently, wanting them to hurry up. Did they really need to talk this much? Her leg was still moving rapidly, and her tongue was poking her cheek. It felt like forever when they were finally done. In a mere 3 seconds, Bada was right next to you, pushing Haechi away subtly.

“Maybe you should back up, yeah?” Bada said possessively, not waiting for a response before she grabs your hand and walks you towards the team’s room.

You loved when she was possessive, but you loved even more when she would do the little things when she was in this mood, like locking your pinkies together which you noticed she did as soon as her hand touched yours.

Bada made sure to avoid the people trying to talk to you, wanting to hurry up and feel her girlfriend. The walk was quick, and before you knew it, you were thrown onto the couch.

“Who does she think she is? Touching what’s mine like that? In front of me too.” Bada muttered, not saying anything to you as she impatiently starts running her hands along your body. You were about to speak before you heard her mutter again. “All mine. Every single part of you belongs to me.”

She sat on your legs, rubbing your waist, as well as your thighs slowly, before digging her nails into your skin and dragging down towards your cunt. Hearing your breathing already picking up, she stops what she’s doing and removes her hands. “So fucking needy..” Bada mutters as she plays with your nipples through your shirt. She quickly realized that it wasn’t what she wanted, as she hurriedly took it off you, basically moving you around by herself. She pushed your sports bra up, freeing your breasts.

You whined at the way she was looking at you. Her eyes were dark and half-lidded. They were borderline watery as she held herself back from you. “Babe? Fuck, please do something. Need you so bad…” You whispered with broken moans. Bada didn’t hesitate to start playing with your nipples. She started soft at first, gently rubbing over them before she started letting herself go. She would apply just the right amount of pressure, making sure her nails gently scraped them.

You gasped as your body started tingling with each pass of her fingers on your nipples. “Gonna make you feel so good…can’t wait to mark you up.” Bada says before immediately attacking your neck. Her plump lips trailed to your pulse point, not hesitating to mark your neck. “Taste so good baby..”

Your body withered on the soft couch, squeezing your thighs together to get some friction. Your cunt was sticky, already dripping as you waited for Bada.

Bada moved herself down your legs some, removing her hands from your breasts. She rubbed your thighs more thoroughly, making sure to grip them harshly as she did so.

“So fucking sexy…god, you just can’t help but flaunt it, huh? Gotta show everybody how good you look? Show yourself off with my marks all over you.” Bada says possessively while her hands play with the hem of your shorts, pulling the waistband before letting it snap back. You moaned at the sensation, wanting her to hurry up.

“Bada-“ You were cut off when she pulled your shorts down slowly, leaving them wrapped around your ankles and leaving you in your panties.

“Shut up and be patient. Can’t make you feel as good when I’m rushing.” She says quietly, eyes locked onto how damp your panties are. She bit her lip as she ran her fingers near your cunt.

Your breath stuttered at her slight teasing. Her cold fingers are almost where you want her, but not quite. “Please…’m sorry baby. Please touch me.” You begged, hoping it would make her go faster.

“What’d I say?” Bada growled slightly, slapping your thigh. “Need to savor what Haechi wishes she had…”

After she did that, Bada slowly brought her fingers near your cunt, making sure to let her nails run across your skin. It wasn’t long before she ran her fingers across your cunt, applying light pressure when she passed over your clit.

“So fucking wet for me, hm? You’re not like this for anybody else. All this is only for me.” She said, not giving you time to respond as she took your panties off, not wanting to ruin them despite her mood. Bada licked her lips as she saw your thighs trembling already. She gets closer to your cunt before bringing her nimble fingers to play with your wetness. Her moan startles you, making you pay closer attention at how worked up she is.

“Can you please make me feel good Bada? Let Haechi hear how good you make me feel…please” You mumble out, too distracted when you see her playing with your wetness. She continues to bite her lip as she finally starts circling your clit gently. “Such a good girl for me…so obedient when you’re about to get fucked.” Bada mutters into your thigh before giving it a chaste kiss.

You open your mouth as she puts more pressure on your clit, slowly licking your folds. “Bada…please baby..” You beg, not sure for what. It seems to work as Bada continues playing with your clit before slowly putting her tongue inside of your cunt, making sure to gather up as much of your wetness as she could.

The sound of her tongue inside of your cunt is downright filthy. It doesn’t help that her moans are loud even when her face is smothered between your thighs.

“Taste so fuckin’ good. Could stay like this forever. Love making you feel like this.” Bada mumbled into your cunt. The vibrations from doing so made you moan loudly. You were going to cover your mouth, but you felt like letting Bada hear your moans would reassure her.

Bada heard you try to say something, but your words were incoherent. Your mind was mush as Bada curled her tongue, before moving up to your clit and sucking harshly. Her fingers teased your hole for a couple seconds before she could resist no longer. She slipped her middle finger inside slowly, barely curling it before she slipped her ring finger inside as well. Bada smirked as she sucked your clit, hearing your breathing almost stop as you struggled to get sounds out due to the pleasure.

“Too fucking good…’s too much-“ You whined out before getting interrupted as her fingers started doing a ‘come hither motion’ while also scissoring them. A talent she found out she could do on accident. Bada felt a gush of wetness trickling towards the middle of her palm. She so badly wanted to lap it up, but her focus on your clit was more important.

The sounds in the room were loud. Moans and breathless whispers could be heard, along with Bada’s fingers entering and leaving your cunt.

“F-fuck babe…gonna make a mess all over your pretty face.” You said, digging your head into the armrest as your hands flew to her hair, tugging on it. “Makin’ me feel so good..” You whispered as you lost your breath quickly.

Bada giggled into your cunt as you pulsed around her fingers. “Could Haechi make you feel like this? Would you let her mark you up?”

You couldn’t answer her as her fingers went faster. You mumbled nothings into the air as you felt the pressure begin to grow stronger.

She gently nipped your sensitive clit. “You should answer me if you want to ‘make a mess all over my pretty face’, right?” She mocked you.

You let out a silent scream from the mix of pain and pleasure, eyes rolling back as your lower stomach heats up quick.

“Please please please please…” You mumble a million times, saying anything to cum. “Please make me cum baby…Haechi doesn’t even compare to you, I promise.” You basically yelled out as Bada full on laughed into your cunt, going faster.

“Go on, cum for me. Be my good girl and make a mess for me.” Bada leaned back, still fingering you as your wetness coated her hand. You borderline screamed as you finally let go. She didn’t hold back like before, not wasting another second to lap up her slick covered hand. Bada was breathing heavily by the time she stopped. She would’ve kept going if it wasn’t for your hand tugging her hair.

Bada climbed up to you, sitting on your waist before leaning down and bumping noses with you. “Are you okay?” She asked, cupping your cheek and rubbing her thumb across it.

You nodded, still out of breath. “Yeah…’m more than okay baby. Thank you for making me feel so good.” You rub your nose against hers before giggling.

Bada sighed and sat up, looking at your bruised skin. “She better take the hint this time…” She muttered, running her fingers across your neck and slowly down towards your breasts. Bada looked into your eyes, giving you a naughty smirk. You bit your lip and put your hands on her waist, slowly starting to make her grind on your stomach. Before you guys could go any further, you heard a knock.

“Uhm…….” A long silence followed. “Are you guys done yet? We’re kind of hungry.” You both heard Lusher’s voice, with multiple giggles following suit. Your face started to heat up and you looked at Bada. The tips of her ears were starting to get red as she also looked at you with wide eyes.

You giggled quietly at her because she looked like an embarrassed puppy. “Come on, I’m kind of hungry too.” You whisper, slowly rubbing her thighs. Bada sighed in disappointment before helping you clean yourself up. You looked at her one more time, almost laughing in her face as she pouted adorably.

Bada opened the door, the tips of her ears getting even more red as BEBE just stared at you guys. The silence was long and awkward, until Tatter spoke up.

“So anyways…Latrice was eating up out there!”

You gave up and laughed at her attempt to switch the subject, making Bada hit you on the arm before giving an awkward smile. You guys followed them, staying towards the back as you and your group walked somewhere to get food. You looked at Bada, seeing her look behind everybody. Looking back too, you see Haechi staring at you. Bada smirked, lightly smacking your ass as she mouthed ‘this bitch is mine’ before turning away. You blushed, walking faster to catch up with the group.

#bada lee swf #bada lee fluff #bada lee smut #bada x reader #bada lee #lee bada #bada lee x reader #fem!reader #anon ask #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada lee swf2

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the-moon-files · 6 months

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Linked Universe / GN!Reader - Random Headcanons abt the Chain! :)

Part 1 / Part 2 (ur here!) / Part 3

Sun: Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Hyrule, Time, Fierce Deity, Twilight, Warriors

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: light cussing, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

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Hyrule (The Legend of Zelda - OG game, Zelda II: Adventures of Link):

Lost easily, obviously, you know this

What you didnt know was that its very easy to get lost with him

Bc he's so excited/curious for new sights he doesnt give any fucks abt where he is, so it devolves into that "wait, I thought YOU were leading us there?? Then where tf are we??!!" very quickly

Does feel bad he stressed u out smtimes but he somehow manages to get into such wild shit that Hyrule's kinda preoccupied being confused/amazed/finding his way out, or any combo of these situations (once again, usually with you unfortunately)

Is the luckiest when it comes to getting lost or anything to do with "natural" things

Like he heard u rlly like this one fruit? Accidentally gets lost all day and panics all the Links + You until he shows up at midnight with a shirtful of them

("I found a few fruit trees/plants in the woods while wandering! I tried to grab a few for you and before I knew it, it was dark, sorry...")

Likes learning little skills from other people, like learning how to do makeup from Legend, or how to spot collections of rupees the Minish have left somewhere from Four, or how walk on any terrain from Wind (good at walking on a ship, on land, climbing etc)

More of a "sunset" hiker than a "sunrise" one

Likes to do your hair! Whether that be braiding, putting accessories (he handmade shhh) thruout it, or helping with hair maintenance, likes how strangely intimate but domestic it feels together with you (u return the favor ofc)

(All the other heroes are looking at you both like kicked puppies jfcccc🙄)

Time (Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask):

Gets anxious if he's late to things, likes being fashionably early (or ungodly, when u let him get away with it)

Has absolutely been that meme from Parks and Recreation where he's like "Alright. I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Who broke it?"

(Abt the coffee pot for the camp)

Knowing full and well-

"I broke it. It burnt my coffee for the 3rd morning in a row, so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a moblin head on a stick. ...good. It was getting a little chummy around here."

MF LOVES GOSSIP (wouldn't admit this even at swordpoint)

Wars has absolutely been the person in the meme of:

Wars: "...why would you tell me this??"

Time: "Bc no one will ever believe you."

Wars: ...😦

Has a resting bitch face and knows it, actively cultivates it, scary dog privileges for you,

Type to take ur side in whatever situation ur in, even when Time has no idea whats going on, always, without question <3

The same height as First, (Twi's a close 2nd), and feels most secure when the 3 of you are at the front of the group, but First/Time are slightly in front of you

Like ur literally the person walking their 2 huge scary doobermans/mastiffs one leash in each hand basically 💀

(Once again, Link is deeply comforted by ur voice just over his shoulder/just hearing u even without seeing you)

Very subtly sarcastic, u dont even know he made a dig at you until 3-5 business days later

Likes ur sarcasm more than anyone else's in the group, or even his own lol

Fierce Deity (Majora's Mask):

Likes music, any music (amused at drunk karaoke)

Casually cradles ur arms or back whenever ur falling asleep/tripping/being clumsy near him

Very warm and smoothed calloused hands

Thinks abt what he's about to say so hard/long, that the conversation's moved on by like, 3 rounds/subject changes by the time he's actually ready to talk

Scolds ppl (in like a sentence) who neglect their needs, like sleeping/eating/hygiene

Finds peace in nature, if hes ever upset, u can bet he's already taking a walk by a stream

Likes teaching u/other Links little skills he has, its nice to feel appreciated/needed for something other than fighting or big moments

He falls in love with small moments, like the first time u made them all a dessert recipe from ur world, or repaired First's scarf (for the millioneth time) and bc everyone had gotten their clothes scratched up, everyone needed repairs so most Links were sewing smth lol

Enjoys watching ppl experience smth for the first time, or even himself exp smth for first time

Fierce smiled fully for the first time when you got into the mountain hot springs in Wild's Hyrule for the first time and were super excited

Also the type to hold ur hand while stepping in to make sure u dont fall, or just subtly boost a Link that was abt to fall from climbing smth

Like for being the tallest, he's surprisingly sneaky, the energy of the biggest cat in the house yet somehow also the quietest

Does that thing where someone takes ur hand and like massages ur fingers, palm, wrist and shakes them out kinda for you <3

Twilight (Twilight Princess):

Trips UP the stairs.

Cold start LMAO

ok ill be nice to him,, sike

Easy to bully?? U mean that kindly, he's just such a golden retriever sometimes u cant help urself (tho u make sure to reign it in and not take advantage of it so as not to genuninely hurt him)

Lol likes to "herd" his favorite people, like those dogs livestock farmers have u kno that they say end up herding their owners/their family lol

Like making subtle circles around the Chain, wrapping an arm around Hyrule and teasing him to quietly bring him back into the group before he gets lost,

Tugs on Time's armor to slow him down, mf may be in armor head to toe but he'll outpace all of u 💀

Likes to put his hand on ur lower back to guide u back into the group from whatever scenic thing u got distracted by

(so sue you, ur literally in The Legend of Zelda's Hyrule, surrounded by pretty blondes, why tf wouldnt you be distracted all the time??)

The only time he doesnt herd actively is in Ordon, just subconciously lol <3

Terrible sleep schedule, but sleeps like the dead when he does, has collapsed with a limb on top of you and u couldnt escape

Hard time waking up in the morning despite being country boy, who usually have to do chores first thing in morning on a farm

hates/envious of Wild (up at 5am even on days off?? Foul.)

Runs warm, but complains abt a slight breeze?

Would sleep with no covers if it werent for morning dew

Wishes cats liked him more (its the wolf smell)

Twi has the constant energy of a tall person carefully maneuvering around cluttered/low doorways while someone a head shorter runs by him and bounces off of him

U get onto/scold the Links and he's immediately the first to just sit on the ground, or put down whatever he's holding no matter what he's doing LMAO 😭😭

Keeps his eyes on u too the whole time lol

Warriors (Hyrule Warriors):

Cries over romance novels/dramas

A virgo in all stereotypes of the word tbh

Invented the red-string conspiracy theory board before the red-string conspiracy board existed in Hyrule

Also likes to take care of your hair! (What?? He and 'Rulie don't fight over ur hair, that'd be childish, he's not a foolish boy- Hyrule, hand over the brush.👹)

Remembers the little things abt u type of person, like ur favorite drink, ur favorite stories like tv shows/books even if theyre from ur world, ur favorite clothing pieces like shorts vs. pants, etc.

The only Link who can single handedly claim he could take your closet and dress you in something you'd actually wear.

Honestly once he got the hang of it, would get better at dressing you, than you

(Another domestic thing he adores, picking outfits for u/finding that perfect piece of clothing you've been needing lately)

Born to night-owl, forced to morning-bird 😔

Wars wakes up stiff sometimes bc soldier training is sleeping on ur back, hands to ur sides, laying straight in ur bed, so as to fit into bunks/bedrolls close together

It got better as he was promoted to Captain, so he could have his own quarters but its still a hard habit to shake

One of the few Links who works up the courage to genuinely pitfully ask if you'd mind massaging his shoulders again? He slept badly last night, please?? 🥺👉👈

(Ur so weak for pathetic hurting pretty blonde twinks lol)

The most lowkey abt taking care of Chain, but u make sure to take care of him as a gift back, and you've definitely caught him tearing up abt it 💖

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Debated writing smth else first but figured this was easy and short and i started it first so youll have to wait like one more post before more Masc Reader stuff guys 😔

Dw its coming, i havent abandoned u my homies out there 🫂

Let me know what u think in the comments of my slight characterizations here!

Im struggling to conceptualize their personalities so thats acc part of why i started to write smaller stuff like this first! :)

Peace out,

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#lu x reader #linked universe x reader #linked universe x gender neutral reader #lu x male reader #link x reader #linked universe reader #lu imagines #lu time x reader #lu warriors x reader #lu hyrule x reader #lu fierce deity x reader #lu twilight x reader #loz link x reader #jfc is that all of them yet #save me #well not link obv mf is the one making me suffer here 💀#too many mf tags

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hyunjinners · 10 months

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✧:･ﾟThe End Justifies The Means → Ahn Jun-ho x reader˚₊· ꒰🌀꒱

꒰ 命 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ꒱┊Although Jun-ho was in danger of defecting, he couldn't help but visit his lover, whom he was afraid he wouldn't be able to see for a long time.

꒰ 命 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ꒱┊Ahn Jun-ho x Fem!reader

꒰ 命 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꒱┊fluff, angst (?)

꒰ 命 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ꒱┊some blood, mention of death, maybe some bruises from my baby Jun-ho 🥺🤏 (takes place in season 2)

꒰ 命 𝐖.𝐂 ꒱┊2,1k

꒰ 命 𝐀/𝐍 ꒱┊First chapter of the profile! I was a little insecure about posting because English is not my first language, but with the help of a translator, I hope my writing doesn't get so old-fashioned lol ^°^

I finished watching D✰P a while ago and I couldn't help but fall in love with Jun-ho (although I started watching because of another actor, who plays the 'villain')

I tried to leave the chapter with a more Jun-ho perspective, I hope it turned out well. I hope you like the chapter and don't forget to share and say what you think of the chapter. Stick with the chapter and have a good read! 💙🌊

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Masterlist❜ɞ

IT'S been a few days since Jun-ho deserted the army for a greater cause. From the beginning he was aware of the danger he was putting himself in but his head still throbbed every time he…its first and also fails. It cost him his life. A life that could have been saved if not for his carelessness. He thinks about it every day and once he had a thin thread of hope, hoping that he could at least reveal the truth even if he couldn't bring that life back, he couldn't help but grasp the thin, dangerous thread.

He was tired but he wouldn't confess. In addition to working on a plan to reveal the flash drive's catastrophic contents, he was also exhausted from running away whenever he had any chance of getting hold of it. Jun-ho wasn't stupid, he knew how things work and that's why he was cautious and smart in every detail of what he did so as not to be tracked.

However, more than physically tired, he was emotionally and mentally exhausted. He's been through a lot of hard things since he gave you one last hug keeping his promise that he'd be back soon - which was to be expected as they were both aware that not everything is smooth sailing - but he wasn't expecting such a weight to be placed on his shoulders.

He missed you. Every single day. He thought about calling you all the time but his pride got the better of him, thinking he might sound desperate - or maybe the faint feeling that maybe you cared about him too much to the point of making your heart ache. He cared more about you than himself.

And it was this very thought that made him have a slight hesitation at the thought of visiting you. Jun-ho was aware that you knew everything and that you had certainly received a visit from your superiors only to upset you even more. But he needs to see you, feel you. He needed your hug, your words of comfort, your kiss, your way of being. But at the same time that he looked forward to it, he understood that it was risky. But everything good is worth the risk, isn't it?

You were sitting on your apartment floor staring at - or at least trying to - your laptop screen finishing a college essay. It wasn't really working for you, as everything you did, every key you clicked was a thought going through your mind leading you to think of Jun-ho.

You had received a visit from the superiors of Jun-ho, your boyfriend, just over three days ago. You initially wanted to appear strong, not just in front of men, for herself maybe. You really tried, but you couldn't hold back the tears. What if he got hurt? What if I unintentionally hurt other people? What if I can never see him again? These were some of the thoughts that came to mind.

Jun-ho was more than just a childhood sweetheart, more than your boyfriend, he was your soul mate, the perfect being that was specially predestined for you. You didn't believe much in legends or reincarnation, but you knew they were meant to be connected, perhaps by fate, or the red thread that believed to unite you. He was different, unique, perfect. You couldn't live without him and he was aware of that. So what's the point of him doing this to you?

You felt that if he made a misstep you probably wouldn't see each other any time soon. It's been almost two years apart, imagine years being separated by simple and useless bars? Pieces of metal that could destroy relationships for the simple fact of arresting a person who only wanted to reveal the truth that many so-called "superior" feared.

You didn't know about the pen-drive's contents, in fact, almost nobody did. But, if they're not measuring efforts to take power for themselves, even if it might cost Jun-ho's life, so you knew it wasn't anything too nice or light. Definitely a problem. A problem that Jun-ho-your Jun-ho got into because he couldn't stand still when he saw an injustice.

He's always been like that. From childhood, from when you grew up and your father didn't approve of your relationship with him, but he still didn't give up. Because he was stubborn and kind and above all he had a good heart. You love him for small but significant things like that that shape his personality and character. You've always seen it, since when you were just two little beings running around the neighborhood, at the same time, whenever there was a chance, Jun-ho would protect you, even if it sometimes cost him scolding. Always when they did something stupid, he took over, because he wanted to protect you from all the evil in the world. Because he always loved you.

Only now the roles were reversed. And this situation wasn't like when you were a kid, it's just riskier. You wanted to protect him from all harm, from all these evil people who only thought about their own noses and reputation. His heart ached whenever he imagined everything he had gone through so far because of people like that, for all the times - even if hesitantly - he called you because he wasn't feeling well with all the pressure and nagging from his seniors.

Your soul felt that he would look for you just like the nights he called you. And you've just been waiting, be it the doorbell sound or even the phone ringing.

And like a cue to fate, your doorbell rings. A slight fright invades you, but you don't let go, just getting up towards the door. When she opened it, a tall man had his back turned while wearing a navy blue sweatshirt that covered his head with a hood, preventing anyone from seeing him. He looks frantically up and down the building's hallway, as if expecting someone to suddenly grab him.

"May I help you?" He turns when he hears her voice. It was him. Jun-ho, who had been missing for days. He stares at you for a while, until he raises his finger towards his mouth, asking for silence. He deftly pushes you aside, stepping inside and locking the door behind him. You still stare at him in bewilderment. Not just finally seeing him, of course that was part of it, but he was different.

His hair had grown out a little since I last saw him - he'd shaved it off for the army - he was more robust, his arms were strong and steady, his face had some fresh bruises. You put your hands over your mouth in shock. Her eyes water at the sight of him hurt and tired. He holds out his arms, cradling you in a tight hug.

You reciprocate by squeezing him as if you can no longer see him. She didn't want it to be his last hug, so she held him tight. He didn't seem bothered, on the contrary, he deepened the hug, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. You felt your uneven breathing tickle your neck, but it didn't bother you. I knew he needed this. You needed this, you needed him.

He pushed you away when he felt your jacket wet, not out of annoyance but concern. I didn't want to see you cry, you didn't deserve this. None of that. No one really deserved it. He felt in his skin how much the greed of people who identify themselves as superiors just because of a position or a social position, it can harm people who just want to survive in this difficult world where they fight by their own arm, not stepping on other people to ascend.

He gently runs his fingers - now not as soft as before - pass over her soft skin and now wet from the tears that flowed down through the mixture of feelings that squeezed her chest like longing, anxiety, maybe a little fear. "Don't cry, my love…I'm sorry. I didn't want you to go through this." "Where are you Jun-ho? Do you- do you know how worried I was? I was so, so scared that I would never see you again." You didn't want to sound so desperate, but your voice gave it away. Your face that was now covered by your own hands, rested on his firm chest, which just hugged you again while stroking your hair.

"I'm sorry. Really. I…I'm here now, okay?" He kisses her forehead. He missed her smell, her embrace. The way you cried together and for him.

"Oh Jesus! Look at you, oppa!" Now calmer, you caress Jun-ho's face that was stained with blood in some small cuts, in addition to the slight mixture of green, yellow and purple tones that painted almost imperceptibly in the region of his eye. "Who was the idiot that did this to you? Argh! Come here" you take him to the couch in the living room, running to the bathroom to get the first aid kit and coming back as fast as you can. You disinfect your wounds as carefully as you can, as if your skin is incredibly sensitive. He lets out a low chuckle, watching you in his concentration.

"What is it? Did I hurt you?" You look scared. He cups the right side of his face with his hand, taking advantage of the closeness to place a tender kiss on her lips. "I think it's cute that you're worried about hurting me even though I'm all torn up like that, that's all." You smile toothlessly upon hearing his statement. It was obvious that the situation was concerning but you could still see how hard he was trying to make you comfortable and calm, even though it was a mess outside.

"You'll be fine, won't you?" Her expression changes as she whispers to him, fear apparent in her voice. "I will. I promise you, I will come back to you safe and sound." The ghost of a smile is exposed on her face. "I don't want to ask what's on that flash drive but I'm sure you're doing it for a good reason. I want you to know that you are strong and that you will get through this. I believe and trust you and I know you will do the right thing with the power you have in your hands. Just don't, please leave me. Do what you have to do but…come back to me. I need you." You intertwine your hand in his. Tears form in Jun-ho's eyes causing his voice to crack a little when speaking.

"Thank you for trusting me. I don't deserve your love. I will never leave you, I love you. It's complicated, I don't want you to get involved. Just wait for me." He gets up towards the door, but stops as soon as he hears her announcement.

"...your boss visited me. He asked me to call if you showed up. What should I do?" He turns. A few seconds pass as he just stares back at you.

"Call him."

"What?"

"You can call. I need to talk to him."

"What if you get caught?"

"I won't, I know what to do." He had a plan, you could feel it. You obey, picking up your cell phone and after dialing the number passing it to him. You didn't know what was coming, and you hated more than anyone else just to watch and not be able to do anything, but everything in your power you would do. By Jun-ho.

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qierxing · 2 years

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Any blog recommendations yandere x reader ?

POV you have activated my non stop talking NPC dialogue

Oh god I have so many people for you bestie —I rarely do get the chance to just gush sincerely.

Please check these wonderful people out and remember to read/heed any rules they have.

@galair - My bestie in the whole wide world, sexy painted fanarts and thotty excerpts galore (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Her artworks feel so buttery and smooth with her painted strokes and the colors is just off the charts. Composition for sexy tense scene? She gotchu — 10/10 would follow(And her commissions are open!!!).

@ddarker-dreams - A legend in the yandere Genshin community, her works are just phenomenal. I especially love how she does world building and context—I often easily lose attention with long subtext, but the way Lock does it is just artful in that it ends up being the beautiful ribbon that ties up the whole story. If you like a good balance of plot and yandere, she’s your author.

@yandere-daydreams - Love, love how they do prose. Don’t know how to explain it, but the way the sentences flow into each other…poetic cinema, if I dare say it(bestie please tell me how you manage to make your runon sentences super sexy). The way dialogue flows in their fics is just so natural and sometimes makes you laugh or gasp scandalously. You’d be hard pressed to find anyone else like them.

@saekogun - Known for their yandere Genshin college AU. I love how June sets up their world and how they explores their concepts—it’s almost you’re like a player in a game with how in-depth they go. Gave me so many brain worms about many fun different concepts of characters in different scenarios, it’s seriously impressive.

@stupid-sloot-headcanons - Amazing succinct and sweet excerpts/thoughts about many yandere stuff—perfect for a morning newspaper read. Will manage to get you horny within a couple sentences, mark my words.

@merakiui - Came for the yandere Genshin, stayed for the Azul thirst trap. No. 1 person to go to for Octavinelle brainrots (Need to get that Azul fix man). The way she writes visuals...beautiful. I swear I can see her words become actual pictures in my mind's eye.

@love-toxin - Has a good variety of fics on different media, from Eddie Munson(you’re almost getting me bestie)from Stranger Things to Leon Kennedy(every day I think about that fic. you know what I’m talking about) to SPIRIT HUNTER(i’m not normal about this media period. the second game is coming next year). Truly an eye opener for the things that I never knew i was into; thank you for your service.

@99-nct - Cha, my beloved <3 Their writing has grit and an edge that always makes you keep coming back for more. Want to feel your heart clench? No other author has got you covered like Cha.

@jackplushie - Recent follow for my TWST fixation, they have cool and unique AUs and prompts that I’ve enjoyed perusing.

@yandere-sins - So many good fics, truly keeping us all fed here. I can swear by their smuts, it's the hot shit of the century. Their Alien series is to DIE for, literally.

@yanmaresu - Thrilling yandere x reader art, need I say more? They also have great excerpts with their pieces.

@shiny-jr- Another one of my fav TWST blogs—they explore lots of prompts and what-ifs' in TWST world and it's always a treat to read due to how fleshed out it's written.

There’s probably plenty more that I can’t remember right now, but please do check my tags if you would like to see more people. I run a queue on various works that I’ve enjoyed reading immensely, and the authors of those works are sure to deserve a reblog and a follow!

Also small reminder that I see your replies and send much love, I just can’t reply cuz this is a side blog and I will die before revealing my main blog handle.

#xing's circle #asks #sarahyumiko2

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skyloftian-nutcase · 2 years

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Warriors Headcanons (Linked Universe)

Since Warriors’ birthday is in August (his game’s release date) I figured I’d do some HCs for him :)

1. Warriors, Time, and Four are the most observant and analytical of the Chain. Wars keeps tabs on everyone’s physical and mental well-being, even if he doesn’t say anything out loud. If he notices something’s off, he’ll observe to see if it resolves, and if it seems to be progressing he’ll intervene.

2. Warriors can cut up and have fun with Time, but it’s sometimes difficult for him. Time is his superior in this adventure, he is the leader of the group. In the military, messing around with your CO (commanding officer) is not entirely smiled upon, not in a land so hell bent on protocols as Hyrule is. So Warriors is left in this weird balancing game of knowing when he can laugh at or with Time, knowing when to recognize that this man is his superior, and remembering that their roles were reversed back in his war days (if you go with the whole ‘they knew each other in the war’ idea, which I flip flip back and forth between)

3. This guy is military. You can bet your Yiga bananas that he’s got some kind of morning routine, that his bedroll is in peak condition and rolled away and looking perfect, that he probably has a set way of tidying up, getting himself cleaned up for the day, and making sure that every inch of his outfit is perfect. It’s not even a Cia thing, that’s just a military thing. They eat you alive if you’ve got a wrinkle in your uniform. Look like you just rolled out of bed? Oh, fifty pushups for you and all your brothers. Sucks to be you! So yeah, Warriors is always looking immaculate first thing in the morning.

4. Speaking of looks, Wars is comfortable with his looks. He can boast when he wants to, but really it’s just to annoy someone (like Legend or Twilight). He doesn’t let the attention make him uncomfortable in his own skin. He doesn’t like being used for his looks, though. That hits too close to home.

5. Being friends with Artemis, Warriors is used to navigating political situations. He’s smooth with words and knows how to make connections. Doesn’t mean he likes it, though - he much prefers being on a battlefield.

6. Warriors has had battles with PTSD before. War isn’t pretty. He’s mostly okay by the time this new adventure rolls around, but it can still kick him in the butt on occasion. Artemis made sure he got help, and he made sure that help was available to everyone under his command.

7. He’s definitely the Chain’s go-to strategy guy. If they have the opportunity to plan for a fight, they all turn to him.

8. He’s among the most extroverted of the group, only beaten by Wind. When he’s nervous, upset, or feeling down in general, he likes to talk or just be with others. It’s when he’s not talking, when he’s actively avoiding people, that the others get worried.

9. He’s the best one out of the bunch at delivering bad news. He was a CO, he had to be the one to write the letters to families whose loved ones weren’t coming home. It’s one of the hardest parts of his job.

10. Speaking of bad news, he’s also one of the quickest ones in the group to accept it. He can’t sit around and feel emotions in a battlefield, he has to keep moving even though people he cares about are dying all around him. He can process it later. It can make him come across as cold, but it’s just him coping and recognizing that there’s a time and a place.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu warriors #I quite like him :)#I always laugh at his waist line though #like honey how are you more of an hourglass shape than me that's not fair #character analysis

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avasharpe · 4 months

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Only For Her

Chapter: 1/1

Words: 777

Summary: Ava and Sara text each other using emojis.

Fandom: DC’s Legends of Tomorrow

Relationships: Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe.

Characters: Ava Sharpe, Sara Lance, and Mick Rory.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences.

Additional Tags: Emojis, implied sexual content, Beer, Friendship.

Read at AO3

Read at FFN

AN: Look at me posting for Avalance again. I decided to clear out my WIP folder so while these are short and simple. I'll be posting a few more things in the future.

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Sara smiled down at her phone as those three little dots disappeared to reveal Ava’s new text.

“I know how much you love desert, 🍩🍰🧁.”

“Not as much as you do 😜,” Sara typed back with a smile.

“I don’t know. You seems to enjoy that whipped cream and chocolate last week🍫.”

“You know I can have Gideon fabricate anything I want 😉.”

“Is that a challenge, my love? 🤨”

The more Sara thought about it, the more her mouth watered as she longed for her lips to touch Ava. Something stirred deep inside her, a gentle ach that she knew and loved. It had been a week since they had been able to see each other in person as Ava was busy with the Time Bureau being audited by the government and the nonstop time aberrations appearances. Sara was so worked up that even the idea of licking her girlfriend’s fingers was enough to work her up.

“Your kitchen. Tonight. The one who looks the most delicious wins. 🥵🌶️”.

Just as she hit send someone knocked on her door.

“Sara,” Ray wined, as he knocked again. “John refuses to do any of his chores or clean up after himself. It’s becoming a real problem. The dust build up in the Gym is reaching allergen levels.”

“I’ll be there in a minute Ray,” Sara yelled, flopping onto her bed.

Her phone dinged and she quickly checked her text.

“You're on! 😠🍑”

Sara smiled and placed her phone on her nightstand before going to moderate Ray and John’s . argument. Some day she wished her team was more independent and willing to deal with their own shit without running to her at the first sign of conflict. She often felt like a school teacher with a bunch of ill-equipped children.

………………………………………………………………

“Mick!” Sara shouted, as she entered the parlor, she walked up to him and held out her hand making a grabbing motion.

“Something, I can help you with Captain?” Mick asked with a smirk.

“Just hand it over Mick.”

However, he only shrugged and as he casually sipped on his beer.

“Now!” Sara said using the harsh voice she only used for desperate times.

“Alright, alright, no need to get your panties in a twist or did you decide on a thong for the Mrs. tonight,” Mick said as he teased her while fishing her phone out from the lining of the recliner.

“What have I told you about going through my phone,” she said, when he handed the phone to her she waved it at him like a scolding teacher.

“How the hell am I supposed to resist when you just keep it lying around like that?”.

“It was in my room behind a locked door!”

“Yeah well, isn’t that secure of a door, I thought you of all people would know better. You should at least hide it in a safe or smoothing. I mean I expect this kinda thing from Haircut or Pretty…”

“My room is supposed to be secure!” Sara said, stomping her foot. It was in that moment as she realized how childish she was being, but he had already made his bed she might as well make him lay in it.

“I can’t allow you to continue to go through everyone’s phone. It’s a gross invasion of privacy. If you continue to do this I’ll have no choice but to prohibit you from lighting any fires.”

He shrugged, clearly not taking her threat seriously.

“I mean it Mick. No trash fires, no lighters, no nothing, and if it means John has to stop smoking, then so be it. It’d be good for him,” Sara said, crossing her arms as Mick eyed her, but they both knew she would make good on her threats.

“Fine,” Mick growled, as glared at her.

“Thank you,” Sara said, her voice returning to its sweet sound. “Now, hand over Ray’s too. And Nate’s.”

Mick reluctantly handed over the phone and mumbled under his breath in worlds she chose not to hear.

“Thank you,” she said. When she finally had everyone’s phone, she turned to walk out of the parlor.

“How come, Ava only texts you, Emojis,” Mick asked, catching her attention as she turned back to him. “She doesn't text them to anyone else.”

“I guess I’m just special,” Sara said, with a smile she felt a pink tint to her cheeks that she didn’t bother hiding from him.

“You got a good one, their boss,” Mick said, giving her a nod of approval, something Sara knew meant he thought very highly of their relationship.

Sara smiled, as she thought of how true his words were. “I know.”

#sara lance #avalance #ava sharpe #dc's legends of tomorrow #mick rory #dc #otp: i love you ya goober

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sullustangin · 7 months

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New Fic!

Eva Corolastor is back.

Chapter 1: Near Death Experiences

“I have always loved the stars.”

That could apply to anyone onboard Virtue’s Thief. Eva knew that as she climbed up onto the hull. But she was the only one with the energy to sneak out this late and lay out a blanket and just look up. They were planetside for the first time in what felt like years (but it was actually weeks).

Ma was in quarters; it had been a long flight, so she’d turned in early. Dad was with her; he’d finished maintenance early and hey, what do you know, in the same place at the same time.

Eva knew when to make her exit.

“Caution: there are no railings up there.” Huck called up from his position in the Thief’s hallway.

“Don’t blow your bolts,” Eva answered back, keeping her voice low. She knew Huck had fancy auditory sensors – probably for hunting prey, but it was perfectly good for hearing pre-teen girls pattering atop the ship. “I’m just seeing the stars be still, for once.” Eva craned her neck slightly. “And a pretty cool view of a planet.”

When Virtue’s Thief was in flight, all the universe was in motion. Here on Ithor – well, technically, one of the floating city starports above Ithor – it moved so much slower. It was almost still.

And Ithor was crazy. They loved their jungle so much they moved everybody and everything, including their space sheep, to floating platforms within the atmosphere. So Eva had twice as many reasons to be up on the hull tonight. She got to watch a planet spin beneath her while outside the Thief and without EV gear.

And of course, there were the stars. They were infinite. Eva was insignificant. She always took comfort in that. Universal constants in a constantly changing galaxy. Eva knew that as a smuggler kid; people like her had to take what they could get. She’d take the stars, any day –

A pop into the atmosphere interrupted Eva’s train of thought. That was awful close.

“Observation: atmospheric turbulence in close proximity to the ship” came Huck’s dutiful report.

But Eva only heard him as background noise as she realized that a massive freighter was hauling ass right toward the Thief. “We’re already parked here, buddy,” she muttered.

The freighter dipped lower. And lower –

He was trying to show off for her – buzz her and her ship- --

But this guy had never been to Ithor before – didn’t know how the gravity worked, didn’t know that Eva wasn’t strapped down to the hull –

The wake of air sent her eleven-and-a-half-year-old body flying across the hull. The rivets and hatches and latches ripped at her clothes, bruised her skin. The gust took her past the edge and down ---

Down, down, down -- a hundred feet to the landing pad

(because the landing gear was down and the XS Light was 80 feet tall without it)

Eva opened her mouth to scream but she couldn’t –

She wasn’t even going to get to pilot the Thief. She didn’t even get to say bye to Hylo –

Or her parents –

But that was later – years?

Suddenly:

…

White.

…

Clarity.

…

This was the wrong time.

…

Deep inside, a twist, as if an organ was churned in the wrong direction.

“I’m dying --!”

“We are being reborn.”

Viscerally, Eva pushed and grabbed at that light to get her the hell away from him.

“Wake up. We have to go.”

Who?

Who?!

…

A grey blur sped by her eyes, pops of color catching her gaze. They flew about her, and she could hear them:

Never let them see you hesitate. Gotta be smooth in every motion –

We love you – always have.

Orion’s Glory to Gloriana –

The title of Captain passed to her automatically.

That’s Hylo the cat. And I’m gonna do my best to get you home.

Little Girl…

Let’s hit the hyperlanes. I always feel better after a good caper.

Darmas, do you think she would have liked me?

I will never leave you.

Eva…I’m so sorry.

This kind of fleet can’t last, but I’ve never seen anything like it.

They’re all talking about you out there, Captain. Calling you the Voidhound.

A swirl of black and she felt the mantle fall upon her shoulders.

Your taste for spies is not for the weak.

Now what do we do about this?

I need you.

New day. Maybe it will all work out.

What –

What—

WHO

EVA, GET UP HERE RIGHT NOW. WE’RE TAKING OFF.

Eva, time for bed!

Eva—

Eva?

Eva!

Eva…

She was alive.

She was awake.

She was Eva Corolastor. Everything else was ---

The story continues on AO3

#swtor #swtor fan fiction #oc: eva corolastor #lana beniko #koth vortena

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james5-doe · 2 years

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12 Questions

Welcome back to 12 Questions. Today I'm talking with Marzena about DoE children and their upbringings.

12 Q: Kurt and Kit were raised in the same environment, yet they were two very different people as kids. Before we discuss the characters, let's talk realism. Does this remind you of anyone you know or knew in real life?

M: Well, not to the extent that one of them turned evil/became the villain but I know three brothers who turned out really differently - one was a nerd, very intelligent, never played with us, always his nose in a book. The middle brother was the wild one, getting not-so-good grades at school, always the rebel and the "problem child" that got into trouble. And the youngest was everyone's darling, funny and charming and always ready for a joke and also very smart. I guess if you have the perfect brothers, the one that stands out might as well end up being the "rebel" or "being difficult/different" at some point...

12 Q: Ultimately, Kurt was corrupted by ambition. It appears that he had a loving father, but an absent mother. Do you think that his mother would have made a difference?

M: Maybe. We don't know who his mother was. Kit seemed to be a lot like his father, but maybe Kurt was more like his mother and she would have been more understanding and maybe helped to smooth the differences between Kit and Kurt and Kurt and his father?

12 Q: Krotan was also corrupted by ambition. It appears that he had an abusive father, and an absent mother. Do you think that his mother would have made much difference?

M: Depending on the mother... a woman married to Ming could very well be like Ming herself. A loving mother could certainly have made a difference.

12 Q: In "The Rites of Zesnan," Jedda, too, is shown to have a dangerously ambitious side. Had she grown up with a sibling, do you think that they might have become like Kit and Kurt?

M: Depends on the sibling. Jedda is mostly shown as getting along with Rick, LJ and Kshin just fine. Personally, I think the Rites of Zesnan episode should have been an early episode with them learning how to work together. It made no sense for them to behave that way later on. But... perhaps with someone else who could very well be chosen to be the next Phantom - a brother, perhaps, which would make him to be chosen to be the next Phantom more likely than Jedda - well it could highlight a different side of Jedda...

12 Q: LJ, like the aforementioned characters, doesn't have his mother around either, yet he's perhaps the most plucky and good-spirited of the lot. Why do you think that is?

M: Sadly, we don't know much of LJ's upbringing. Perhaps it was more stable, with relatives or perhaps a mother present in his early years. Or maybe because he does not have a family legacy to fullfil like Jedda, or a legend as a father. He can just be himself and that is good enough.

12 Q: Finally, someone who clearly did have his mother around during his youth: Rick. You've examined the Gordons extensively. Do you think Rick would have been significantly different without her?

M: With Flash having adventures in space and no Dale around - probably. Flash is such a legend, I think at some point he might have gone on adventures for extended periods of time, maybe having Rick stay with his grandparents during those times. If Rick felt abandoned and left behind, who knows what that could have done to him. Maybe it would have made him feel resentful towards Flash, or he would feel like his father is a stranger to him, or he would deperately trying to prove himself to his father.

12 Q: Can you picture Jedda as Queen of Mongo without Krotan?

M: Not really, because how would she get there? Well, if she married Krotan and he sadly died, then of course I could see her continuing being a Queen if necessary, depending on if she feels this is her duty, maybe only till her children are old enough to take over, maybe because they'd been married long enough for her to feel like Mongo is her home now...

12 Q: I have to put you on the spot. Had we gotten a proper finale, and Jedda's future was set in stone, would you have preferred to see her become Queen of Mongo, or the next Phantom (Kit could simply be unable to continue)?

M: Uh, terrible question... because I like both endings so much... I guess I'd have her take over the mantle of the Phantom though, because there always needs to be a Phantom. I also feel like we've seen her working for this so hard... Yes, dreams change... But I think for the younger audience, it would have made more sense to become the next Phantom. If she would chose to become Queen of Mongo, she sure would have a lot of doubts and would be unsure what to do and there would have been some happy ending for the Phantom dynasty as well - it might be too complex for the intended audience. Also - honor, duty, family, that's so important for her and I can't see her to abandon the Phantom dynasty. If there were someone else she deemed worthy to take over, that would be another question. Uh, this was hard... because I love her as both the Phantom and Queen of Mongo.

12 Q: Had we gotten more episodes, do you think that your character April could have actually fit in?

M: Not out of the blue. It would have been difficult to explain the sudden appearance of a sister.

12 Q: Speaking of a grand finale, what happens to Rick in the distant future/epilogue if you're writing for the show?

M: I think Rick would pursue a scientist career of some sort... maybe making a grand invention that's essential in some way... maybe even writing a book at some point. He was shown as "the brainy one" so much that I can't imagine him leading the life Flash does. Sure, he will always enjoy a good adventure, but not on a daily basis. Maybe at some point (assuming he and Jedda don't get together if Jedda returns to Africa to be the next Phantom) he could get serious with Carlotta or another suitable girl.

12 Q: What about LJ?

M: I can see LJ being into sports a lot... maybe he and Kate stay together. I can see him and Rick maybe traveling together and having some adventures of their own before finally settling down. Maybe LJ could pursue a sport career of some kind (he does open a martial arts school later in This Is Their Story at some point). All assuming that by then Ming is defeated and there's not much Defenders work left to do.

12 Q: Which of the younger Defenders did you find most interesting when you were a kid?

M: Definitely Jedda. Kshin was annoying. I did like Rick and LJ but as a girl, I couldn't really identify with either of them but luckily, Jedda was such a cool character that she quickly became my favorite. Unlike other "token girl characters" in shows of that time, Jedda stood out in a very positive way and as a very strong character that could kick ass but with a sensitive side as well and it always felt like she was a valued team member and not just a damsel in distress.

#defenders of the earth

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fierceawakening · 2 years

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Vitality (yet another villain story)

This one's a little different. It's not a response to a prompt but a story loosely based on some RP I've been doing with the delightful @shireentheunburnt and her lovely dryad OC Willoughby. I wanted to write her a story for her birthday and I wanted to share some of the delight I feel interacting with such a lovely and creative character.

My version is a little bit different as I don't think I could get Will perfect, and I encourage people to get to know the character from the source.

But here, have a story, and I hope you like it!

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The Deathbringer’s first steps came with a satisfying clap of thunder. He grinned, looking up into the darkened sky and watching rain begin to fall. Every world had storms, of course, and every storm could bring floods. But he doubted this world had known such troubles in a long while. It was good that a storm should herald his arrival.

But he did feel a bit overdressed. He’d kept his armor on, the kind he wore to battlefields when it came time to reap the worthy and the great. Just in case those leafy trees hid traps.

Which they could. Finding the planet had taken some doing, and that might mean his quarry was hiding from him on purpose. Some people did try to do that. He scoffed, making some creature or other dart through the trees. He was the Deathbringer. In the end, he’d always find them.

But today he wasn’t striding out to meet an army, to scoop the worthy up in his strong arms and carry them to the halls of legends and conquerors. He’d kept only a few of his favorite weapons in his belt because today he was looking for one man.

One man, alone, hiding out on a verdant world where no other men lived.

The Deathbringer looked around, searching for a sign that his prey had passed this way. He saw only the ruffling of leaves as the rain poured down, and the skitter of creatures rushing to take shelter. He pushed his way through the brush, trying his best to keep from damaging the branches. He’d only come to reap one today.

But this was no way to find him. He looked down at his feet instead. He wasn’t the greatest tracker among the immortals. Not compared to the gods of the hunt or the keepers of hidden paths. But he knew enough to look for tracks, or other signs someone had passed this way.

A rock caught his eye, glistening in the rain, but smooth and worn as though someone had walked over it. He stepped toward it, then noticed another and another.

A path? That wasn’t how a being seeking to evade death behaved.

Which meant he shouldn’t follow it. But these woods sprawled for miles, and the path at least led somewhere. He curled his hand around the hilt of one of his blades, set his jaw, and stepped onto the first of the stones.

Nothing happened.

No spears of wood came flying from the trees or jutting up from the ground to pierce him. No beasts thundered from the trees to charge him. The path was easy to follow, though it did wind through the trees. The even surface he’d seen wasn’t just a trick of the rain. Whoever had laid down this path had polished it. Made it… comfortable.

He doesn’t know.

Chilled as if by his own rain, The Deathbringer shook his head. He feared no man nor beast nor god, but all had known that he was coming. Whether they’d chosen to flee or fight or accept their fate, they’d all understood that he was coming for them.

This path was laid out for a friend. A neighbor. A guest.

The Deathbringer was not those things.

He could be one of them, perhaps. A friend, to those so sick in body or soul that they could not be healed again. But the man he hunted was not ill, unless it had come on quickly enough he hadn’t heard about it. And a man looking for death could find it easily enough without needing the Deathbringer’s help looking.

So what was this? Could a man clever enough to hide in the far corners of the universe be foolish enough not to see the signs? Storms came and went, but there were other portents. Had his quarry missed them all?

If he had, he wasn’t ready. If he had, he hadn’t made his peace with this. The Deathbringer hesitated. Warriors he could handle. If they were angry, they were angry. But they knew from the moment they drew blade or gun that they might be his. So their fuming didn’t bother him.

He looked ahead. The tree line ended, a small area cleared around the stones, probably by mortal hand. In the center of the clearing stood a small cottage built of wood and stone. That, surely, someone has built.

The man I’m looking for. But that would mean this is his home.

The Deathbringer’s feet froze as though fixed to the stones on which they stood. His home? He’d come to homes before, of course, where warriors rested in hopes of healing mortal wounds. Or where the sick took their last rattling breaths.

This cottage didn’t look like that. Despite the rain the Deathbringer had brought with him, the cottage looked warm and inviting.

The Deathbringer had a job to do. He cleared his throat, stepped closer, and knocked on the door.

***

“One moment,” called a voice from inside. The Deathbringer thought he heard tension in it. That was a relief. Fear, he could work with. Even if it sounded more like anxiety than terror.

And if his quarry didn’t open the door? All the better. He shifted into position to break it down, feeling calmer.

The door opened.

In the doorway stood a young man, his skin brown like tree bark, knotted and circled like wood. A tuft of velvety green moss sprouted from his head like hair. He blinked seed-round eyes at the Deathbringer. Then, apparently collecting himself, he waved, as though greeting a guest. “Welcome. I thought you might come to visit.”

The Deathbringer cleared his throat. He straightened, hoping it wasn’t obvious he’d meant to bash the door in. “Seedling Ban of Verdant Green.”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Indeed. But I did not come here to visit.”

“No. You came here to kill me.”

“Indeed.”

Ban winced.

The Deathbringer smiled. A reaction he understood, at long last.

Ban stammered, bit his lip, and spoke again. “But you came from worlds far away and must be tired and hungry. I made food and tea for you. Surely there’s nothing in the rules that says you can’t have lunch until after you’ve killed me?”

The Deathbringer blinked. “You’re right. There is… no such rule.”

Ban opened the door wider and bowed. “Then please come in.”

This was highly unusual. But Ban didn’t look threatening, and a few strategic glances behind him didn’t reveal any obvious dangers. And now that Ban mentioned it, he was hungry. He’d just never stopped to take care of such things until his job was done. “Very well,” he said, reminding himself to check for less obvious traps.

Though Ban… sounded sincere. His voice and manner reminded the Deathbringer of eager young warriors, more excited to fight than to learn how, who fell before they knew what was happening. Those youths were always polite, sometimes even apologetic, sorry to create more work for the being who led them Beyond.

He felt a bit melancholy knowing they’d expected longer lives. But it was his task to guide them, and they made good companions.

The table took up most of the room, laid out with fruits and vegetables, breads and cheeses. The Deathbringer sat, his stomach rumbling. He was used to meat and heavy drink. The warriors did not invite him to their feasting, not unless they feared bad luck if they didn’t. But he ate as they did, most of the time.

But this food smelled delicious, and he had been invited. Truly invited, not merely tolerated so that the village wouldn’t fall sick with some plague. He took a seat in the larger of two chairs at the table. Ban smiled at him and poured a cup of tea.

He blinked, accepted it, and drank. “It is… tasty.” He took one of the pieces of bread, generously slathered with soft cheese and sprinkled with fresh herbs. “As is this.”

Ban smiled. It looked sincere. “I’m glad. I… since my parents passed away, I haven’t made food for someone else. Only for myself. I’m glad that you like it.”

“I do,” said the Deathbringer, peering down at the toast in his hand in some confusion.

Ban nodded and poured him more tea. “You brought rain.”

“It happens. Storms, or dark skies, or flights of carrion birds. I don’t choose it, but it’s always something.” He took another bite of toast. “My apologies if it disturbed you.”

“No, no. Storms are natural. They water the ground. And night follows day. And carrion birds are living creatures like any other.”

The Deathbringer blinked at him. “You’re… not frightened?”

“I’m terrified. But you’re my guest.”

“You didn’t have to invite me.” The Deathbringer swept his hand in front of himself, indicating the table, the food, the room. “Why do all this if I frighten you?”

“Many creatures are frightening,” said Ban. “But they’re my brothers and sisters, and I came here to care for them. And you too, while you’re here.”

“Care for me? But I came here to kill you.”

“You’re frightening too. And I can’t stop you from killing me. But I can take care of you while you’re here.”

“Stop me? No, no. You are meant to pass from this place, and I am here to take you from it.”

“And I can’t ask… for more time?” Ban looked toward a window and sighed.

“No. You will pass over. Then I will leave.”

“Then… why not invite you? I can’t fight, and… I don’t imagine most beings make you feel welcome.”

“No,” the Deathbringer agreed. He bit into an orange berry. “Most do not.” He looked at Ban for a long moment. “Thank you.”

Ban smiled back. “You’re welcome.” He sipped his tea. “Do they talk to you? The others?”

“Talk to me?” He pondered this. “Some do. They ask about where I will take them.”

“I mean… Like you and I are doing now.”

“Some ask for comfort. It is not… quite like this.” He looked at Ban. If he told him that nothing was quite like this, it wouldn’t matter. Ban would pass over and could tell no one.

If he told Ban he did not know quite what to say, it wouldn’t matter.

“And when they ask for comfort, do you give it to them?” Ban glanced at his armor.

“I do my best. I… cannot show them pity, but I try to show them that even the greatest fighters can fear.”

Ban nodded. “Will you do something for me when we’re finished talking? Like you do for them?”

“I will try.”

***

The storm had calmed by the time they left the cottage, but it hadn’t died completely. The Deathbringer had brought it with him when he came and would take it with him when he left again.

Still, the rain came down less harshly, and bright sky peeked through the clouds. How long had they been talking to each other? The Deathbringer wasn’t sure. But his belly was full, and a warm feeling curled through his chest. It was… pleasant.

Ban led him along another path, laid out with the same smooth rocks. It ended in another clearing. Grass grew tall, and flowers of all colors sprouted up from the ground.

“This is a sacred place,” said Ban. “My friends, the beasts… some come here to die. If they don’t, I… let them lie, where the others can eat from their bodies and live. But if they do… I lay them to rest here.”

“Very well,” said the Deathbringer. It would take time to dig a grave, but the Deathbringer was stronger than any mortal and could best more than one of his own kind in combat too. Besides, he had made a promise.

And Ban had called the animals he buried here his friends. Did that mean if he laid Ban here when he was done, in accordance with his wishes, he would be Ban’s friend? He didn’t know. He feared to ask, lest the answer would be no—after all, he had come here to kill him—but he liked the thought of it. And therefore, he would do it, and hope Ban felt the same way.

And feel the warmth again when he thought of it later, maybe. He would like that too.

“My skin is made of bark,” Ban said. “But… but once you use your axe to pierce it, draw it away, please, and use your knife. I… would rather you stay close to me. Not just leave me there.”

“All right,” said the Deathbringer. “Come here.”

Ban chewed his lip, a childish gesture. But he must have found his courage, because he looked straight at the Deathbringer and stepped toward him even as the Deathbringer drew the axe from his belt.

He brought the axe down carefully, perhaps more carefully than it required just to splinter Ban’s bark. But Ban had been kind to him, and didn’t like it, so it was the least he could do.

Ban puffed out his chest. The Deathbringer’s axe bit deep, and he felt the bark splintering, and the sudden yielding of whatever lay beneath. He pulled the axe free, let it drop to the moist grass, and lunged to catch Ban in his arms as he fell.

Ban looked up at him, his round eyes wide. He moaned softly, in pain, and the Deathbringer cradled him.

“Thank you,” Ban said.

The Deathbringer nodded, because he had too much to say and Ban would suffer if he tried to say it. He drew his dagger quickly and plunged it deep into the place he had pierced. Dark saplike blood welled from the wound. The Deathbringer felt its warmth and looked down at Ban, fearful the pain would prove too much even as he tried to ease it.

But Ban only smiled and closed his eyes. Like he was drifting off to sleep in the arms of a trusted friend.

The Deathbringer did not weep. Such things were for mortals. But the rain picked up again, and came down heavy as he worked, soaking into the soil. And it only let up again when he’d laid Ban in the sacred place and covered it over with soil.

***

The Deathbringer stayed a day. It was as long as he could stay before his duties called him away.

He didn’t know how to plant the flowers. He didn’t know enough about them to be sure they would grow in the ways he hoped.

But he took one of the rocks from the path, apologizing to the one who’d laid it, and carved Ban’s name as best he could into the stone, and left it there, and hoped it was enough.

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That's Why They Name The Stars - Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Info: In which Eddie has a summer job at the Record Store and falls in love with a straight guy. Then gets captured by the Russians with him. But near-death experiences are the best to draw out emotions and bond them for life, right?

AN: HAHAHAA why do ur uni work or work on part 7 of ur other fanfic when STEDDIE exists? I'm sure this AU had already been done before but whatever. Just because you invented the wheel doesn't mean I can't stick my own stickers on it :p enjoy!!!

WARNINGS: season 3 spoilers, Robin and Steve are friends established, don't look into the logic of how this works just pretend ok? ANGST, mention of the word queer as a descriptor, not a slur, homophobia, 80's typical homophobia (allusions to the stigma around AIDS/HIV) Eddie's bad childhood, parental neglect, Steve being a (himbo) oblivious, being drugged, blood, mentions of violence, mentions of vomiting, dissociation/panic attack, let me know if i missed anything?

This summer had been the most eventful Eddie Munson had ever experienced.

Who knew there were real monsters in Hawkins, and his young prodigy Dustin Henderson knew all about them and had been fighting them for a good two or three years? He'd thought it was strange he was friends with Steve Harrington of all people, and connected soon enough that near-death experiences with anyone would undoubtedly bond you for life.

Eddie wasn't entirely sure why he listened to Wayne when he told him to get a job at the mall over the summer- for one, it'd only take time away from plotting the best campaign of his life, and for two, he hated malls. The people, the smells, the fluorescent lights were all too overwhelming. Not to mention all the bad memories from when he got lost in one as a kid, wandering away from his mother to look at the displays and genuinely thinking he'd be stuck there forever. That look of relief on her face when she found him, and the way his tears soaked into the warm fabric of her sweater...

She took him to a music store after, and though the music was blaring loud and the men were tall and scary, his eyes focused on all the posters of rock legends and the multitude of guitars. None of them was like the one his mother had- smooth and classing- they were all sharp-edged and dangerous. And he thought maybe, one day, he'd be able to afford one and play it.

Maybe that's why he got a job at this Record Store in the newly openened Starcourt, not just because of the generous discount he got on any records and new releases- he still thought back to unwrapping the fresh delivery of Dio's 'Sacred Heart' and how his hands shook in excitement all-day in anticipation- but because music was something he knew. He knew how to play, he knew what to listen to- what was good, and bad.

Unfortunately, not everyone shared the same love for music; ironically, he didn't mind. Sure, new album releases would draw small crowds but nothing big. It was easy work too- stacking the records in place was easy and he got good at moving boxes with how much he'd move amps from the back of his van to the bar Corroded Coffin would perform in that night.

Scoops Ahoy was located just opposite. Sometimes he'd get into work around the same time as Harrington- he found it amusing that he'd bring that stupid little sailors outfit in a duffel bag and change in the back when he'd open instead of just coming in uniform like Robin. He'd watch him and Buckley fucking around when things got slow from across the way, and on his breaks, he'd stop by to get some ice cream.

Eddie knew Robin fairly well, being friends with her as a child then slowly drifting apart during middle school, though always keeping civil. Steve? He could never get close to. People like Steve didn't see people like Eddie as 'normal' or worthy of spending their time with. He guessed Steve thought the same, from how quiet he'd get whenever serving Eddie his caramel swirl, eyes not meeting his own and being brief and quiet. How he wouldn't say anything when Eddie would chat with Robin- wouldn't tell them to hurry up if there were customers waiting. He'd just stand quietly and do his job.

How Eddie managed to get roped into finding a secret Russian elevator to a secret Russian base deep below the Mall, along with Dustin, Robin and Steve, and the infamous Erica Sinclair still baffled and confused him.

When they Commie's had found them, thankfully not finding Dustin, Erica or Robin, Steve and Eddie had gotten roughened up. Eddie thought he could take a punch, considering the years of torment for being different had given him thick skin, but getting beat up by grown Russian soldiers was different. His stomach hurt like crazy and he could taste blood in his mouth. But there was something about hearing Steve's cries of pain in the other room that hurt more than any physical wound had. And though they both tried fighting back, telling the truth about not being sent by anyone, they still lost to the Commies. They left the two boys for a moment, tied back to back on chairs, and when they failed to get the scissors left lying on a desk nearby, falling onto their sides, Eddie couldn't find it in himself to break down and cry, only laughing,

"What? What? You think this is funny?" Steve snapped, the disbelief and anger clear in his tone,

"Yeah," Eddie replied, "I mean, Christ, Harrington- being kidnapped and beaten up by fucking Commies, holed up under the Starcourt Mall was not on my summertime bingo card," He says, leaning his head back against Steve's and sighing. Steve could feel Eddie's hands shaking in the restraints, fingertips brushing against his. It took everything in him to not reach out and touch him, offer any sort of comfort,

"I guess when you put it like that..." Steve says quietly. Eddie's slight smile fades at the defeat in Steve's voice. He grimaces, glances upwards and thinks,

"Yeah... And being stuck with Harrington, former King of Hawkins High, of all people..." He says, more softly, "You know I work just opposite you? The Record Store- name's a little on the nose but I'm not the owner," He says,

"You do?" Eddie can feel the warm feeling in his chest turn ice cold, twitching a little in shock. The realisation he wasted his summer pining over yet another oblivious guy piercing his heart and prickling his eyes with tears,

"Yeah," It comes out as a sort of whisper, barely audible. He grits his teeth and huffs at the tears that slip down the side of his face, "I spent the whole summer there alone. No one really comes in there unless they're old. The owner only recently started getting cassettes delivered there." His voice shakes slightly as he fidgets with his fingers, suddenly uncomfortably aware of the presence of his crush tied behind him, "I spent that whole summer... Watching you and Robin together. And I couldn't hear you, and I'm in no way good at reading lips like that so I'd... Make up these conversations you'd have in my head. And I watched.... I watched you flirting with her," Why is was he being so honest? Maybe the realisation he'll likely die down here is giving him this boost of confidence, or rather insight into vulnerability, "I... I guess maybe I wanted to be part of that too," He says softly,

"Aw, man," Steve sighs. Eddie can feel him moving against his back, the way he slinks as he exhales, "Eddie, Robin and I are just friends- I wasn't flirting with her at all," That warms the cold in Eddie's heart, but he's still not convinced, "I mean," Steve laughs to himself, "She's not into guys like me," He says,

"No?"

"No, defiantly not," he states firmly,

"Huh... I wouldn't have known, I mean, you... Flirt with any girl who walks in there," He says, more to remind himself of his predicament. His one sided predicament,

"Yeah, haven't had any luck with that," Steve mutters, "I wish I'd known you worked just opposite, Eddie. We could have, I don't know... Hung out? All three of us," And Eddie scoffs, letting out a small, cold laugh, "Yeah, I know-" He almost doesn't want to fight Steve anymore with how... Defeated he sounds,

"You just admitted you hardly realised I worked in the same building as you Harrington! Fuck, sometimes we'd open at the same times!" Eddie rambles, shaking his head, "You didn't even notice me then,"

"Yeah..." And Steve doesn't fight him, yet again. And it makes Eddie feel stupid for snapping at him, "I'm sorry," He hasn't heard that one in a while. He wants to make a joke out of it, but he can't because he's honestly so shocked by the statement, he can't speak, "For everything. For getting you involved in all this bullshit-" Eddie doesn't correct him that it was actually Henderson who came to Eddie asking if he knew any Russian, "-And for getting you stuck down here with me. You should have ran with Robin, Henderson and Erica..." Eddie shuts his mouth. He licks his split lip, tasting metallic, dried blood, and sighs, relaxing his tense shoulders,

"But then you'd be stuck here alone," Eddie frowns,

"Yeah, but you'd be safe," The mixed feelings in Eddie's chest move to his stomach and he feels sick with fear and excitement all at once. His hands twitch again, skimming Steve's fingers and he sighs,

"We'll get out of this Harrington," Eddie always ran from danger; he couldn't just leave Steve alone, "We're stuck together now, right?" He says,

"Guess we are," He's still defeated,

"Well..." Eddie breathes, "That means we'll get out of here together too," He says, glancing up at the desk with the scissors, "Right Steve?"

There's a pause. A long pause that has Eddie half afraid Steve slipped back into unconsciousness. He moves his fingers so they find Steves, and he wants to repeat himself in case he didn't hear. But he feels Steve's hand move, gripping Eddie's tightly so they're holding hands. The awkward angle doesn't matter because it's enough to make Eddie blush, feeling comforted and afraid all at once, an emotion he didn't know existed. And then they hear the guards coming and Eddie's fingers twitch and Steve notices and squeezes his hands in reassurance,

"Right, Eddie."

Whatever 'truth serum' that Commie Doctor gave to Steve works quickly, his hand going limp in Eddie's when he stops screaming, hyperventilating instead. Eddie turns his head to try and see Steve because he can't feel the gentle press of his head against his, but winces sharply as he's injected in the neck too. He's right- whatever drug this is, it works quick, blurring his vision and making him dizzy in seconds. Then he's giggling to himself and can hear the sweet sound of Steve's own giggling behind him, the vibrations of his laughter coursing through his chest. The Commie's leave and they're alone.

Then it's all a blur of brightly coloured lights and familiar English voices. The world feels more saturated. There's Henderson slapping his cheek and asking what the hell's going on with them- which is bad because Eddie made it a rule that he'd never let Henderson see him like this, or let him near his side-buissness- and there's Robin pushing Steve's head back to it knocks against Eddie's and makes them both hiss in pain and laugh. She studies his blown out pupils and announces that they're high- or drugged, as Eddie corrects. He doesn't feel himself moving his body, or the fact that Erica cuts the binds that hold the boys hands together, but he instinctively holds on to Steve in fear that he might float away if he doesn't. He knows himself- he's clingy when he's high and the closest person to him becomes an anchor.

The deep blue material of the stupid little sailors outfit he's been staring at for the last few summer months is clutched in Eddie's large hands. They're in the back of some car, complaining to 'mom and dad' to not drive the car so recklessly and giggling. Eddie leans his chin on Steve's shoulder and whispers to him that he's always thought the uniform was cute on him, then he burries his nose in the material and lets himself inhale his scent. It's strong, some sort of expensive cologne Eddie doesn't know enough about to identify, and aftershave. Steve's warm, and he just laughs besides Eddie and reaches up a warm hand to pat his cheek, then presses his palm against his face and letts it stay there. Steve's voice is soft beside him, telling him he thinks it's 'stupid', and Eddie's quick to shush him, finding his arms moving around the other mans torso and pulling him in to a strange, sideways hug. He's basically draped himself over Steve and is muttering nonsense to him then giggling, grinning at the way Steve just laughs and listens to him. Normally when he's this far gone, Eddie's nerves act up, though oddly, he finds himself calmed by Steve's level breathing. He almost dozes off a few times, if not for Robin's horrific driving jolting him awake and strengthening his hold on Steve so they don't get hurt more. Then they stop moving and get dragged out of the car and into the same elevator, moving upwards again. Eddie finds himself pinned to the floor and laughing at this strange feeling of being pulled down but moving up simultaneously. He's clutching hands with Steve and laughing loudly while the others look on concerned and try to figure out what to do with them.

They're told to be quiet in the movie theatre, but Eddie can't see what's playing because the screen's moving too much so he whispers to Steve. Then Steve's leaning over and asking him if he wants to 'sneak out of here' and he's grinning like a boy on his first date, grabbing Steve's hand and pulling him after him, clumsily tripping up the stairs and out of the theatre.

They don't get far finding themselves distracted by all the lights in the mall, and the skylight up above,

"You know one's called Orion?" Eddie says, transfixed by all the light,

"Huh?" Steve's speech is gurgled by water from a water fountain,

"Uhuh- it's like... It's a star,"

"Why would you name a star?" He asks. Eddie turns his head from the blury lights- or glass ceiling through which he can see the clear night sky- and looks at Steve's face. He can see it clearly- though he has a black eye, dried blood smeared from cuts on his face, crackling against his bruised skin, Eddie has never wanted to kiss him more,

"Because... I don't know- move," He gestures to the fountain, letting Steve stumble out of the way so he can drink now. The water is soothing and cold,

"Mhh... You know how many there are?" Steve asks, squinting at the ceiling in an attempt to count them, muttering the numbers under his breath,

"Infinity," Eddie says, water dribbling from his lips and back into the basin. He doesn't feel like drinking anymore but he likes the sight and sound of the water running. He sticks his fingers in the water and smiles at the sensation; at the large droplets that fall from his fingertips. It's like he's a cloud, or God, controlling the water,

"Huh..." Steve breathes, "Maybe that's why they name the stars," He says. Eddie looks at Steve, transfixed by the ceiling,

"Why?" He asks, not yet coming to the same revelation,

"Because there's an infinite number right?" Steve says, "Means there's enough for everyone to have a star named after them," Eddie laughs lightly, finally stopping the water and picking himself up off the floor, walking to stand next to Steve. He missed the warmth of his skin and the comfort he brought. He reaches out a hand to hold on to his arm,

"You think there's stars named Steve and Eddie?" He asks, and when Steve turns and gives him this smile, Eddie swears it shines brighter than the sun. Brighter than any damn star up there, than any light shining in the mall,

"Yeah. Those ones," He points blindly, and Eddie's gaze follows his finger. They're both quiet for a moment, staring at the lights that seemingly move on their own. Then, almost in sync, they grow dizzy and sprint to the bathrooms.

Eddie remembers the first time he threw up like this. Wayne found him bent over their sink, coming home at eight in the morning and not saying a word. Though Eddie knew he was exhausted from work, he remembers how he'd gently moved Eddie's hair out of his face. How he'd handed him a glass of water and helped him stumble to bed. Eddie just told him he was 'celebrating a C in English for the first time' but he didn't want to tell him the real reason. It certainly wasn't celebrating, more the 'drink to forget' type of drinking.

He groaned once his stomach was empty, letting himself fall backwards and knocking his head against the wall of the bathroom stall. He caught his breath back, staring up at the tiled ceiling. He was stone cold sober,

"The ceiling's not moving for me anymore," Steve says from the next stall, voice echoing through the empty bathroom, "Is yours still-" He swallows, "Still moving?"

"No," Eddie says with a sigh, "It's not,"

"Mmh... Think we puked it all up?" Steve asks,

"That's not how injectable drugs work... I don't know. Ask me something, Steve," Eddie's smiling. It's a little easier to be casual with Steve when he can't see his face. When he's not intimidated by his eyes, or the freckles on his cheeks, or those damn lips smiling and just inviting him to kiss him,

"Ask you... Okay," Steve whispers to himself, "Okay- uh... Have you ever... Moved houses?" Eddie raises his brows at the question and hums,

"Yeah. I uh... I was born in Illinois-"

"Illinois?"

"Yeah," Eddie laughs softly, "I lived there up until I was seven? Then uh... I moved here to live with my Uncle, Wayne," He hadn't thought about Wayne at all during his Russian-Commie escapades. How long had he been down in there? A few hours? A day? More? Would he think he tried to ran away again?

"Why'd you move?" Steve asks. Eddie sighs softly, studying the colourful wall tiles and thinking about his answer. He could always lie. He'd puked up that 'truth serum', right? But his heart clenched at the idea,

"My uh... Parents lost custody of me," He admits, cheeks burning. His foot bounces slightly and he hangs his head, "My dad went to jail for stealing cars. My mom got drunk a lot. CPS came and took me away to live with my uncle here in Hawkins,"

"Holy shit," Steve breathes, "I'm sorry,"

"I'm happier here," He says softly, "Though I did try and run away one time when I was twelve," Eddie rambles, unable to stop himself now, "Wayne found me just a little way outside Hawkins and drove me back home. Then again, it was my fault. I honestly believed I could walk all the way from Indiana to Illinois," Steve laughs softly at that because it's a humorous thing to say, "Yeah... I mean, the only reason I thought of going back was because I thought that my mom sent me away because she didn't like me, or something like that. I knew my dad wanted nothing to do with me," He says with an exhale, "But her? I knew she still loved me. When I got to Hawkins, Wayne didn't tell me she was having so many problems until that drive home. It put things into perspective for me. That even if I missed her, I was ultimately better off here," He says,

"I'm glad you did stay here," Steve says from the other side of the stall,

"Aww, you like me or something Stevie?" Eddie laughs to himself. Even if it's said in jest, Eddie still bites the inside of his cheek and feels his veins fill with regret. It's a bold ask, it leaves his lips before his brain catches on to it and locks it in his heart. And to avoid the silence that'll tense between them, Eddie shakes his head and clears his throat, "I should ask you something too huh?" He says, "Steve... Have you ever loved anyone?" He's asking to know for sure. He's prepared to have his heart shattered, locked away in the cold, ready to live alone with all the stray cats he can find until the day he dies. He gently rubs his hands over his cold arms, waiting for him to talk, "Steve?" He asks when the silence get's too loud. He can see Steve's hairy legs when he crooks his head and looks beneath the stall, the white socks with specks of blood, sitting uneven on his legs, "Did you OD in there?" He jokes,

"No, I didn't," Steve laughs. He moves one of his legs so it's bent mimicking Eddie's sitting position, and sighs before talking, "I... Thought I was. I mean, I dated Nancy Wheeler a few years ago and I... Loved her. Cared about her. Fought monsters for her and she..." He pauses for a moment, "To be honest, I don't think she loved me... Not like I loved her," Eddie's eyes widen slightly. He doesn't usually get mixed up in the drama of relationships because, to tell the truth, he's never had a serious one. With man, or woman. He wants to tell Steve he can't give him any useful advice, but Steve keeps talking, "Told me everything we had was bullshit at a party so... I had to let go of all that," He says, "It made me feel really shitty. I mean, usually when I'd fuck up, I'd know what I did and I'd try and make it better, but she didn't want to make it better. That hurt more than not even knowing what I fucked up on, you know?" Eddie hums in agreement because he thinks he agrees? "And then I thought I had a crush on Robin," He laughs softly then, "God... Yeah, no," And Eddie frowns,

"Because she's... Not your type?" Eddie asks slowly,

"No- not my type. Well she... Wait-" Steve goes quiet for a moment, "She's not... Uh... I'm not her type- there,"

"How's that?" Eddie frowns softly, "I mean, why're you not her type? I think you're a great guy," Eddie rambles, "What's there not to like?"

"The fact that I'm a boy," Eddie blinks. Then he smiles to himself. Of course Robin would be queer too. He never wanted to ask in fear that he'd get things wrong and make her hate him for assuming. But thinking back on it, maybe it should have been obvious: he remembers watching 'Children of Paradise' with her, and the dreamy look that'd cross her face whenever Garance was on screen. It made him feel a little lighter that he wasn't the only queer one in Hawkins, "Eddie? Did you OD in there?" It's his turn to laugh,

"No, I'm very much alive, Steve," He says. He watches Steve shift under the stall, then grab the bottom and slide under the dividers, "Dude, the floor is gross as hell," He grimaces, drawing his legs up to his chest to create more room,

"Yeah, so what?" Steve shrugs, leaning against the divide opposite Eddie and smiling at him. He then frowns, giving him a serious look, "I uh- I don't think I should have told you that about Robin," He says, glancing away, "I mean, yeah, I should because I know you have a crush on her a-"

"You think I have a crush on her?" Eddie asks amused, laughing softly at Steve's open mouthed expression,

"Well-" He gapes, "You always come in to Scoops and talk to her-!"

"Because we used to be best friends when we were in elementry together," Eddie says with a smile,

"I didn't know that..." Steve says quietly,

"I don't think she told you. That's fine. But yeah. I always kinda knew," He shrugs, smiling, "Or had that idea that she might be. It's kinda funny; her mom kept saying how cute we were together as a couple and she'd scream and yell at her that we were just friends," Eddie smile,

"What?" Steve laughs, "Wow..."

"Yeah... Robin get's very easily fixated on a lot of things. I mean, not many seven year olds have read the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy because they're really long and detail heavy books. We bonded a lot over that, and when he mom found out, she kept saying how it was a book for boys and not for girls," Eddie scoffs, "I'd sneak them over and read with her until middle school? Then we just kinda fell apart. Started hanging out with different people," He says,

"Huh..." Steve says softly, "It's... Weird how many things I missed I guess,"

"What do you mean?" Eddie asks,

"Like... If I hadn't hung out with Tommy H, or Carol and hung out with someone like you, or Robin... Maybe I would have been friends with her for longer. Maybe I wouldn't have grown up being such an asshole," he says, "I really like who I am now. I think I'm a good person now. I know I wasn't a good person when I was friends with them and... I regret that so much, everyday," He frowns, "Now that I am friends with you, with her, with Erica and with Henderson? Of all people? It feels like I finally have people who love and care about me and enjoy being around me. I'm... Sorry, Eddie," He sighs, "For being an ass to you before,"

"All's forgiven, Stevie," He says, holding his hand out for the other man to shake, "Forgive and forget right? We can all start fresh. There's still time to make you a nerd too," He smiles when Steve laughs, shaking his hand,

"Sure, whatever," He rolls his eyes. Their hands release, much to Eddie's reluctance and he hugs his knees close to his chest, watching Steve. Their eyes lock for a moment, before Steve glances at the floor. His brows furrow, like he's lost deep in thought,

"Hey, so... You said you were... You watched me and Robin the whole summer," Eddie blinks. He remembers the Russians, being tied with his back to Steves. It was easier to talk when he couldn't see his face. He dips his head to his chin sits on his arms and he looks at the floor, "I just... You sounded jealous, I think? Maybe," Eddie feels his skin warming, "I... If you knew Robin wasn't... Interested..." He trails off. He knows.

Fuck.

"It was you," Eddie mutters into his arms, fingers clenching against his skin in fear they'll shake too much. He's terrified, "I'd come in on my break and want to... Talk to you. Make you laugh, make you... Flirt with me. And not any of those girls you tried and failed with. I wanted you to look at me like you looked at them. I... Wanted to be one of them. If it mean you'd look at me like... Like you liked me, Steve," He speaks slowly and softly, and avoids any eyecontact with Steve. His gaze is focused on the floor. It's clean. His heart is pounding and he wants to sink into the ground and let the Earth swallow him and make him disappear,

"But Eddie, I'm a boy...?" And Eddie finds his obliviousness both so agrevating and so endearing he almost can't take it. He gives a shaky sigh, a breathy laugh, and shakes his head. His eyes fill with tears,

"Steve..." He whispers, pleadingly, desperatly. Willing for him to understand. And when his tear filled brown eyes momentarily meet Steves, he notices the realisation slowly creeping over his features. The way his brows lift and his eyes grow wide. Eddie mentally prepares to be burned, to be punched, for any form of violence because that's what he's used to. He can take it. It won't change him but he'll take anything because it's out in the open now. He can't go back and hide. He said it. And now, Steve can't possibly look at him the same.

There's silence. The air feels electric. If thunderstorms were built on cool and warm air interracting, Eddie imagined this is what it felt like. That whirlwind of hot and cold drenching Eddie in fear and excitement. He might vomit again. His nails pierce the skin of his arms, drawing warm blood and bruising the skin, his tears dousing his pale cheeks. He's never wanted to not exist more than now,

"Hey," It's soft. It feels like there's ocean waves crashing against his head and he's drowning under their currents, getting dragged out to sea, "Hey, Eddie," Steve repeats. His hand makes contact with Eddie's knee and he almost jumps up, jolting at the contact, "Woah- hey, are you okay?" Steve asks, sitting up and shifting closer to Eddie. Instinctively, he tries to move away, back hitting the locked cubicle door and chest heaving, "You're fine, Eds," Steve says, gently patting his knee.

He's not screaming. He's not yelling. He's not looking at him like he's a different person. Steve's eyes only hold worry for him. Eddie's arms relax, held defensively against his head in preparation for violence, gently dropping to his sides as he glances at Steve,

"Are you okay?" He asks, and Eddie slowly nods, not trusting his words to come out as coherent, "Okay," Steve whispers, sitting much closer to Eddie. He's unafraid, unlike Eddie. He doesn't see him as different. He's touching him, leg pressed against his and hand placed on his knee, thumb absentmindedly skimming over the rips in his jeans. He doesn't think he's dirty, or unclean, or sick. It's all so strange it makes his hands shake more. He's never experienced kindness like this, "You like who you like man," he shrugs.

Would King of Hawkins High Steve say the same?

"Yeah," Eddie breathes shakily, nodding. He turns to look at Steve, who smiles with nothing but kindness. Genuine kindness in his eyes. And he nods, that one curl straying from his hair bouncing with the movement of his head. And Eddie suddenly can't take his eyes off of him. Because now he knows he's safe with Steve, and he truthfully never wants to leave his side. Because Steve may be the only person, other than his uncle, who knows and who still likes him and accepts him.

So when Steve leans closer to Eddie, a mix of unreadable emotions crossing over his features and eyes darting to his lips, pressing them against his, it's like the first, distant rumble of thunder. It's all parts exciting, terrifying, and beautiful all at once. Steve's hand gently cups Eddie's cheek, holding him in place and caressing his upper cheekbone with such care, that all Eddie can do is melt. His lips mold to Steve's and he never wants to stop kissing him. This doesn't feel real until Eddie releases the tension in his hands and reaches forward to grasp Steve's stupid little sailors shirt in his hands and pulls him closer, twisting at the strange angle and clambering in his lap, Steve's hands never leaving Eddie's shoulders, arms, waist. He's gentle with his hold, but firm, keeping him close. Then finally, Eddie parts, but just to rest his forehead against Steve's. He's wary of the small hiss as he accidentally brushes a cut on his forehead and pulls back, just to look at him. Their eyes lock, and Eddie can see it. He feels the same fucking way. And he smiles so wide his cheeks hurt and it's his turn to reach out and touch Steve's face, just to anchor himself; just to believe that this is real and that Steve is real and his feelings for him are real,

"It's you, Steve... It's always been you," He breathes. And their lips connect again; this time more like a firework than a lightning strike. And they never want to part. Not anymore now that they've found each other.

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The Seven Year Sleep (Chapter 5)

Seven years ago...

A cold wind’s blowing through my office window. Most of the time, you can’t really feel the chill, not when your mind is burning and you’re waist deep in another case. Most of the time, I can ignore it, but not tonight.

Tonight, I feel that wind and all the cold promises it can keep. It spurs me on, telling me to take one look outside and see just how high up I really am. And then, when my back’s turned, it’ll sweep in and push me out and show me just how far I have to fall.

“So, Mr. Masters, will you take the case?”

I lean forward, just to be safe, and snatch the newspaper from my desk. There’s a nice group photo headlining the front page, a bunch of moneybags playing host to some charity ball. And there, standing center stage and cutting that fancy ribbon, is a woman, blonde and beautiful and bedecked in jewels. She’s the top, the golden goddess. She’s the reason they even came at all, hoping to see and be seen with the heiress herself.

I take a hard look at the picture, then glance up at the dame in front of me. No doubt about it—it’s her alright, in living color. Fine clothes, fine jewels, and the sleekest wolfos furs that rupees can buy. The dark furs outline her fair weather face, smooth skin to match the pearls around her neck, blue eyes the color of sapphires. Yessir, Zelda Fitzgeralt, daughter of the richest tycoon this city has ever seen, came all the way downtown just to see me.

When you’re that high up the social ladder, how desperate do you have to be to pay a visit to the bottom rung? But I wasn’t about to turn down the golden goose. Chances for a big break are few and far between.

When she saw me nod, Ms. Fitzgeralt breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I know you’re a man of few words, Mr. Masters, so I’d like to get down to business, if I may. How much do you know about the man who calls himself Ganon?”

Sure, I knew about Ganon. He was a local legend, after all, the rags to riches kind of story that every immigrant and street urchin loved to hear. Too bad he traded in those rags for a trident gun and a gangster’s three-piece, doing the dirty work of the big bosses until he became the biggest one of ’em all. Folks chalked it up to his origins, claiming Ganon had a weird sort of desert magic that he brought over from his homeland. They claimed he put a hex on his enemies and that’s why he was in charge now, but that was a load of bigoted bullshit.

Ganon is smart, the scary kind of smart, and that’s why he’s in charge of the criminal underworld.

“You know your stuff, I’ll give you that.” Ms. Fitzgeralt leans back, smoothing the fabric of her siren gown. The purple silk shimmers under the desk lamp. “Seems like he wants to sweep all that history under the rug, though. Take a look at the evening edition.”

She hands me the fresh newsprint. A shot of the big boss graces the front page, decked out in his finest pinstripe suit. The headline reads like so much journalist trash.

CRIME LORD OR BENEFACTOR? GANON GIVES BACK TO CITY.

“They say he’s changed his ways, turned over a new leaf and all that jazz. I never would have believed it, but he’s actually giving his fortune away. Even the mayor wants to shake his hand, but no one gives that much without expecting a little power in return. Trust me. I grew up watching my father do the exact same thing.”

No doubt about it, she’s right. Ganon’s up to something. You don’t flash that many greenbacks in broad daylight for nothing, but something had to give. This man was notorious, a no-good leader of the Blin gangs. Everyone knew it. There’s no way people are gonna forget about Ganon’s past, and I tell her as much.

“Yeah, well, good luck convincing the people in charge,” she says, pulling a slim cigarette holder from her purse and lighting a gasper. “Ganon has them eating luxury pie outta his hands. They seem pretty willing to forget the man’s past so long as he pays for their future.”

She takes a good, long drag on that cigarette, tilting her head to one side and blowing a puff out the window. “Me? I believe in second chances and all, but now he’s resorting to slander. He’s telling everybody that my family is sitting on a big pile of gold while others starve, and it’s only getting worse. Just yesterday, he started spreading some cockamamie story about my father, who he says tortured folks to gain his fortune.”

I raise an eyebrow in her direction.

Ms. Fitzgeralt purses her lips. “Which isn’t true! Lies and slander, all of it... but it’s working. First, they wanted my father to release his tax papers, which he made public in good faith. Never mind that everything’s in order and the charity rupees are generous. They only saw the sums, and they’re holding that number over his head like a curse.”

She turns her eyes away, and the fear in her voice is easy to pick out. “And now we have to deal with these horror stories. My father already has a weak heart. If anything ruins his good name...”

I expect the waterworks to go off any minute now, but it turns out she’s no ordinary dame. There’s a toughness to this Zelda Fitzgeralt, a touch of old world grit that surprises me. When she looks my way, you’d never guess that hard set mouth of hers had ever been touched by a silver spoon.

“It’s only a matter of time, Mr. Masters. Ganon is throwing us to the wolves. He wants the city for himself.”

She pulls a checkbook from her purse. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where this is going. “I want you to stop the lies. I want you to dig up the dirt and expose him for what he really is. Stop Ganon, and I’ll pay you three times the amount you see here.”

She draws out a figure and tears out the check, slipping it across my desk. I stare at that figure, appreciating the elegance of the first whole number and the curves of every zero that follows. And of course, I take the case. We shake hands and seal the deal, this uptown heiress and the downtown private eye, an unlikely pair if ever there was one.

I walk the lady down to her car, of course. When a client offers that much in advance, it’s usually a good idea to be polite.

There’s a classy Model Z parked near the curb, which I can only assume belongs to her. As I open the back door for Ms. Fitzgeralt, I get a bit of the side eye from her driver, a strong, dark woman with white hair and a fine suit. She watches closely as I hold Zelda’s hand, just playing the part of the gentleman, but I get the feeling this woman would end me if I took matters any further than that.

They drive off into the night, the glowing marquees of the red light district gleaming off their car. I watch them weave in and out of the traffic, feeling the weight of the deal for the first time, the doubt that creeps into your mind whenever you take a case.

I try to shake it off, like usual, when I realize someone else is watching Zelda leave the scene. He’s surrounded by goons, barrel-chested types ready and willing to defend their boss, but he doesn’t need the hired muscle. It’s all a show of power, and this guy’s got plenty of it.

He’s a colossus in a black trench coat, his eyes hidden in shadow. If I was smart, I’d make myself scarce before the boss caught sight of me, but that damn curiosity grabs tight and won’t let go. So there I am, out in the open, when he turns and looks my way.

The white fedora rises, crimson headband flashing, and those eyes burn like fire.

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The sun rises, burning high over the skyline.

I feel the new day come alive, warm and real outside Malon’s window. I also feel her delicate fingers stroking my chest, running softly over the bullet scars that pepper my shoulder.

“Is this why you disappeared, my love?” she asks. “Did they hurt you so bad?”

It ain’t easy to turn my eyes away from her, her gorgeous figure covered in nothing but a sheet, but I somehow manage. Malon pulls me back, like she always does, gently touching the side of my face and looking into my eyes.

“I saw the headlines, but I didn’t believe any of it. I knew you would never slander the Fitzgeralts like that. I know you wouldn’t let Ganon take over.”

There’s a lot she doesn’t know, but whose fault is that? I throw off the sheet and sit on the edge. Malon comes up behind me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “You don’t have to say anything until you’re ready. I just wish you would stick around. You left so quickly after getting Dad out of that jam. I never had a chance to tell you...”

I hold her hand, as if that’ll reassure her that I’m back for good. But how can I promise anything, when I might find myself at the bottom of Lake Hylia next week.

Still, I hold her hand.

We get dressed in silence and make our way downstairs. It’s far too early for a drink and besides, the bar’s not exactly in working order, but someone knocks on the door anyway. Malon opens it to find the bouncer, silent and reeking of danger.

I step between them, glaring at the Lynel, but Malon just puts a hand on my shoulder. She looks up at the bouncer and crosses her arms, ready for the business.

“Aren’t you gonna run off to Ganon, Silver?” she asks. “Go squealing to the big boss?”

Silver grunts. “The way I see it, ma’am, this is the only place I have left in the city. And now you’re in charge. Lynels follow the strongest, and you bested your uncle good and proper.”

Malon smiles. “Damn straight. The Lonesome Ranch is mine now, and I’m gonna need a few good men to run it. Do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Think you can convince some of the others to play wise? I know you won’t win them all, especially the Blins, but I’ve got a feeling that a storm is coming. I want us to be ready when it gets here.”

The Lynel grins, a hint of fang showing. “It’s a tall order, ma’am. I’ll make a few calls, if that suits you.”

Malon waves him through. He stands next to me and flicks a lingering piece of glass from his shoulder. And then he reaches into a secret place behind the bar, pulls out my revolver, and hands it to me. “You’re a good fighter, silent one. A death at your hands would be an honorable one.”

I take my revolver and nod, not exactly sure how respond to that compliment. He grunts, apparently satisfied, and heads for the back office.

Malon stands at the center of the place, her place, hands resting on her crimson robes. Even now, she looks like the woman in charge, and she looks good.

I can see the pride in her face when she turns to me, the promises she wants us to make. It doesn’t take long for reality to set in, though, and she almost looks relieved to stick with the honest facts. “I know. You have to go.”

She walks up to me, hands touching my chest, smoothing the creases from my shirt. “You have a job to do, and life isn’t fair. Here I am, ready to see the last of my uncle, and yours was taken away too soon. You’ve gotta do something about that, and I can’t stand in your way.”

We kiss, deeply, like the world’s gonna break when we pull apart. In the end, she’s the brave one, like always. Her lips lift away. Then her eyes lock on mine, and she means every last word. “Find the killer. Find the truth. Put an end to this nightmare. And come back to me, Silent. Come back, so I don’t throw away another chance to say I love you.”

With nothing left to say, I grab my coat. I check my revolver. There’s a good chance I’ll be needing it soon. I set out with a purpose, to track down this one, good cop.

I want to tell Malon that I’ll be back soon, that everything’s gonna be alright, but I don’t like wasting a single word on a lie.

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#legend of zelda #zelda #noir #crime noir #noir au #fan fiction #fan fic #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #fanfic #link #malon #ganon #ganondorf #radio drama

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Smokey Robinson wows the crowd

COSTA MESA, Calif. (News4usonline) - Smokey Robinson still has it. The Motown legend made his way down to the city of Costa Mesa and put on a dazzling show at the Orange County Fair. Robinson has been at this for a long time. He was first introduced to the world as a smooth balladeer as a member of the Miracles, which in turn became Smokey Robinson & The Miracles. The most interesting thing about his stint with Motown was that Robinson was a super-skilled songwriter, producing hit records for artists like The Temptations (Get Ready, My Girl), Mary Wells (My Guy), The Jackson 5 (Who’s Loving You), and Marvin Gaye (I’ll be Doggone), among many others. It doesn’t matter if Robinson is singing or operating behind the scenes writing love songs, the man is a hit-making machine.

Smokey Robinson dazzles the audience while performing at the Pacific Amphitheatre in Costa Mesa, California, on Aug. 12, 2022. Photo by Dennis J. Freeman/News4usonline As much as a machine as Robinson is when it comes to making music, performing seems like a natural fit for the longtime crooner. Robinson showed this during his hour and a half live performance at the Pacific Amphitheatre on Friday, Aug. 12. The full house audience loved every single minute that Robinson was on stage. Though the show ran a little bit behind (about 10 minutes), Robinson more than made up for the tardiness with all of his lyrical schmoozing throughout the performance. There are some immediate thoughts about the kind of performance that Robinson was able to come up with on a summer Southern California evening. And they are all pretty positive. For one, as soon as he stepped foot on the stage, Robinson had the audience eating out of the palm of his hands. The energy was so high inside the outdoor-based performance arena that you literally could feel the synergy and electricity in the building. It would stay that way throughout the duration of the concert as Robinson started off the show performing some of his early hits with the Miracles and later ventured into the time zone of the Motown hit factory.

Motown legend Smokey Robinson performs at the Orange County Fair on stage at the Pacific Amphitheatre on Aug. 12, 2022. Photo by Dennis J. Freeman/News4usonline Right off the bat, you knew that Robinson was on point with the way he was signing. For an artist who has done this performing thing for such a long time, Robinson sounded amazing. Even incredible. Sometimes when attending a live music concert one of the things people tend to look for or make judgments of an artist is the power of their vocal chops and their sustainability. Usually, there is a letdown of sorts when the artist or talent fails to live up to those lofty standards. Robinson does not have that problem. From the start of the concert, Robinson gave the crowd their money’s worth and more with the depth of range in his singing voice. One of the most notable falsetto voices in the world, Robinson made it look easy as he went up and down octaves with the ease of penning a new love song. Ok. Let’s get to it. Was it worth going to see this all-time musical great? You bet your house on it. It was stupendous seeing Robinson moving so gracefully across the stage with the energy of a guy half his age. On top of that, Robinson simply had the audience swooning with just about every lyric that came out of his mouth.

Smokey Robinson performed some of his greatest hits during his concert at the Orange County Fair at the Pacific Amphitheatre on Aug. 12, 2022. Photo by Dennis J. Freeman/News4usonline If we had to go through the rundown of hits that Robinson has created or has sung throughout his brilliant career, we would be writing about this until next week. That’s just how long his wonderful credits go. But we can make do with some of the songs he sang that had the crowd standing on their feet. When he broke out with "Ooh Baby Baby," you would have thought that was Robinson’s crowning song of the evening with the way everyone stood on their feet to give him a standing ovation. This was just the start of the second batch of songs he popped off. This is an example of how into the concert the audience was. More importantly, the standing ovation to Robinson felt more like a celebratory salute to one of the greatest hitmakers in musical history. The best way to describe Robinson’s performance would be to use the trendy usage of the word slay. It would be somewhat accurate to estimate that Robinson slayed the crowd. It’s been a while since this writer has seen a performer command the stage and the audience the way that Robinson was able to do. It’s good to have to hit records to be able to do this. Robinson had no issue rolling them out. Actually, he has too many hits to fit into one concert. So, Robinson filled in the gap with as many of his greatest tunes to satisfy the concertgoers. He received his biggest applause when he performed “You’ve Really Got a Hold on Me,” “Just to See Her,” “Tears of a Clown,” and ``Tracks of My Tears.” All these songs brought back a sense of nostalgia for yesterday and all the good memories that may have come from that time period. When Robinson sang “Tracks of My Tears.” you believed the anguish he felt as a jilted lover. As he eased into his plethora of hits, Robinson managed to deliver to the audience some Motown favorites, which delighted the crowd. Saving the best for last, Robinson closed the show with the street anthem hit Crusin’ that seemed to bring everyone to their feet. The best part was that Robinson allowed the audience to join him in concluding the evening with a harmonic sing-a-along moment. It was a wonderful treat. Even better, it allowed Robinson to show off the classy gentleman's mystique that engulfs the man and the legend. Read the full article

#MarvinGaye #Motown #OrangeCountyFair #SmokeyRobinson

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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Can I ask for a techno, grian, Scott/empires/"who tf is this?"/wholesome quickfic?

“Once again, we did not know the desert had a second side. Did not know it could be… forded? We meant no… threatening…? Threatening, with our men to your allies.”

Not for the first time in this conversation, Techno wishes several things. The first is that literally anyone else could be having this conversation with the King of Rivendell. Unfortunately, anyone of lesser station would be an insult to the man, considering, and Techno’s not about to leave a diplomatic conversation to Philza. He loves his co-emperor, he does, but Phil has a tendency to, uh, take anything as a deadly insult, and to casually use the force to back it.

Havin’ crossed the desert wandering traders come from, entirely by accident, and havin’ discovered another world on the other side, previously only told of in legends and fairy tales? Yeah, bad time for that sorta diplomacy. Also, Techno’s the only one particularly good in the Trader’s. So, Phil’s turn to play “just an ordinary army captain” while Techno tries to smooth over the fact none of these people have seen a plane or a gun before.

It’s not going great.

The winged man before him—King Smajor, and Techno really can’t keep forgetting that given their current problem—looks on, stony-faced.

“Your men attacked with your [a word Techno doesn’t know].”

“We were startled. You did not exist.”

“Sorry?”

“I mean. You were… story. Mythological. You were… only Traders live in the desert.”

“You’re pronouncing it wrong. Pixandrians.”

“I am not entirely…”

He frowns to himself. How does he say ‘I learned this because I knew at least one of us should know how to speak to wandering traders without bothering a merchant to it for us, but I never expected to have to conduct diplomatic relations in it.’ Techno doesn’t know how to say that. Or, for that matter, how to say ‘I am hardly conversationally fluent’. It’s not his fault it’s a difficult language, or that it’s apparently the only one the two of them have in common!

Techno shrugs lamely. “It is the best I can do. I will practice, now. Do you have… rooms of books?”

“Yeah, you aren’t getting into Rivendell’s libraries. Not until, once again, you explain—”

There’s a strange sound, a little like shattering glass. Techno whips his head, narrowing his eyes and putting a hand on his sword. He’s surprised, then, to see no shattered window. No, it’s just… a reflection?

Only, it’s not a reflection of anyone in the room, Techno realizes.

“Grian!” says King Smajor, before rapidly saying something in his unfamiliar language to the reflection.

“But he wasn’t there, Scott! He was supposed to summon me to play Scrabble, but—”

Techno barely has time to realize that he said that in Piglish before King Smajor cuts the reflection off again in his own language.

“She was busy, and also a lot less likely to be entertaining than Tim is, that’s why I came looking.”

Another foreign sentence.

“Why wouldn’t I look here? You know how you two are.”

“Y’know, if you could understand Piglish this whole time, feels awful rude of you to make me stumble through my Trader’s. This all could have been goin’ so much faster, and I would’a sounded competent. I’m eloquent in my own tongue!”

Both King Smajor and, disconcertingly, the reflection turn to Techno. King Smajor opens his mouth and says something so baffled that Techno immediately doubts that he can actually understand the Piglish at all.

“…oh, you aren’t supposed to be here,” says the reflection. “Hey, Scott. Remember that thing I told Tim about not being able to interfere in mortal conflicts? I just found a loophole!”

The reflection vanishes before he can explain any of that. Scott says something in his language that Techno is pretty certain has to be a swear. Then, there’s a long, long silence, during which time King Smajor buries his head in his hands and lets out a moan that is unfortunately very, very relatable to Techno.

“Bruh,” Techno says, because that does not require translation.

#answered #calechipconecrimes #prompt ficlets #a bee fic #you are VERY lucky because i wasn’t super doing these anymore but those three characters in empires #it reminded me of an au i kept on threatening to do something about #this has a LOT of weird headcanons and stuff from that au so if anyone has questions holler #technoblade #scott smajor #grian #empires earth au

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floral-poisons · 2 years

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Request: ballroom dancing with Pomefiore and Diasomnia? Thanks!!

anon, i'm going to let you know seeing this request immediately made my morning. the way i GASPED seeing this in my inbox because this idea has SO MUCH potential cuteness!! plus i binged bridgerton season 2 (a much better improvement than the first season) so balls and ballroom dancing has been on my mind since i finished it!!

MALLEUS DRACONIA

malleus draconia was the man, the myth, the legend. he was a prince with a princely charm to himself. and he was also old which meant that he knew how to dance.

in fact, it was lilia who taught him how to ballroom dance. after all, it was important for the prince to be able to dance in social events.

you picked him out easily from the crowd (how could you miss him with his horns and his tall stature?) and strutted over. “malleus~”

“child of man.” he smiles. “to what do i owe the pleasure?”

“would you want to dance?” you offer your hand.

“why yes. it would be a shame to reject your invitation.” he takes your hand.

you were absolutely not expecting the way malleus danced.

he was basically gliding across the floor. even with your skills and expertise, you were struggling to keep up. thankfully, you didn’t step on his toes. but great seven, malleus was probably the best dancer in the room alongside vil.

the way the room clapped when the two of you were done caused a surge of pleasure to emerge in your body. it felt nice to be praised by your peers.

malleus would come to realize that he liked dancing with you. and that you would be the only person he would want to dance with.

LILIA VANROUGE

this man is old. he’s been ballroom dancing plenty of times in his life. it was a skill to be had if he was going to attend formal events, especially when pertaining to royalty.

he was rather impressed with the event they managed to pull up. for a school event, it was actually very nice. then again, he had also helped with organization.

lilia couldn’t help but notice that you were busy being by yourself against the wall. you seemed nervous so he strolled his way over.

“(y/n). you look nervous.” he says.

“oh. i’m...i’m not good in crowded areas is why.” you respond nervously. “the idea of dancing in front of so many people is just so terrifying to me.”

“i see. would you like to dance?” lilia asks.

“oh well...yes i would. maybe when there’s less people?”

“let’s go somewhere else instead.” there was a devious glint in his eyes as he offered his hand.

“oh. sure!” you took it and allowed the man to lead you out of the room, somewhere else. it was an empty one but it made you feel a lot calmer.

“shall we dance?”

lilia was quick and smooth with his moves. your breath was taken away as he danced with you along the floor. everything was smooth. you were smooth. he was smooth. it was just the two of you, alone, in a room, with moonlight streaming through the window.

it felt like the beginning of a romance.

SILVER

this man is probably the closest to a prince you’ll ever get while at nrc. he was just so princelike. so it was not surprising to learn from lilia that he taught all of his children how to dance.

you were so surprised when he came up to you one day while you guys were in potionology.

“(y/n), there’s going to be a ballroom event. i was wondering if you would want to go with me?” he had a pink blush dusting his cheeks.

you smiled. “of course! i would love to go! you know how to dance right? because i do but it’s been a while so i’m a bit rusty.”

“oh don’t worry. if you need to touch up, i can help you.”

you did a few practice rounds with silver in the pomefiore ballroom. you caught on rather quickly when dancing this time around. probably muscle memory.

when it came to the real thing, silver decided to let you lead. which was quite awesome. your dancing was smooth and ethereal. there was just something about the way silver’s hair moved as he glided across the dance floor.

you dipped him, causing his face to go red. you guys were so close. “don’t worry. i won’t drop you.” you wink.

silver’s legs suddenly felt like jelly.

SEBEK ZIGVOLT

poor sebek. he was so nervous about asking you to the dance. it was something so simple. but then again, he spent most of his time guarding the prince malleus draconia. except for this time where malleus actually encouraged the younger man to take you to the dance.

he approached you with his face all red. you wondered if he accidentally ate your secret stash of spicy food. “excuse me (y/n).” he coughs. “ummm...”

“yes sebek?” you lean against your hand.

“well i was...did you...want to go to the dance with me?” he mutters, face red and eyes avoiding eye contact.

great seven this boy was adorable.

“of course! i would love to go!”

“oh thank great seven. i will have to let you know i’m a bit rusty.”

“that’s fine. i can lead when we dance!”

safe to say, sebek was nervous when the time to dance actually came.

yes he took lessons with lilia. but that would not prevent sebek from being quite...rigid.

you were trying not to laugh as he kept getting embarrassed and stepped on your toes a lot of times. he was mumbling to you that he was sorry. eventually you just decided to take the lead.

sebek’s whole face turned into a tomato, and his legs to jelly, when you dipped him, your noses touching each other. it was rather cute actually to see him all embarrassed and flustered.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

this was something that took weeks of preparation.

naturally vil is just...graceful. graceful in every way. ballroom dancing is a hobby of his. he finds it extremely important to maintain this regiment because it helps with his posture and his ability to dance.

you came to him after seeing him dance so elegantly one day, asking for lessons. he decided to agree to teach you. which may have been a mistake.

“vil that was beautiful!” you exclaim.

“why thank you (y/n). i’ve spent a lot of time practicing. i had to learn for a role in a period piece.” he smiles his charming, beautiful smile.

“wow. do you think you could teach me? i would like to go to the ballroom dance event being hosted and be ready.”

“why of course. i mean there’s nothing better than a formal event with beautiful outfits and smooth dancing.”

the man has never seen a more clumsy person. how was it even possible that you were more clumsy than epel? his toes were certainly bruised after the first few sessions.

vil has to lead, mostly because of his experience and your inexperience. once you managed to get through a whole dance without stepping on his toes, he starts training you relentlessly.

it was honestly exhausting, dancing with vil. but there was a ballroom dance to be had and he would like for you to impress the student body together with your elegance and fluidity. so you dedicated hours to it.

on that fateful night, you took his hand. and you blew everyone away with your dance. people even whispered that it was better than malleus (who somehow just seemed to glide and float).

vil maintained himself as the lead, and certainly his outfit was also the talk of the entire party. it was vil schoenheit after all.

ROOK HUNT

much like vil, rook has been prepared for ballroom dancing since...forever. he’s very good at what he does. elegant, graceful, and it looks like he glides along the floor. the pomefiore robe certainly accentuates this gliding.

dancing with rook was more of a...spontaneous thing. you were supposed to go with someone else but they quickly abandoned you for someone else, much to your dismay. you could only sulk in the corner until you were approached by a blond man.

“trickster, you look so lonely.” rook leans against the wall. “what’s wrong?”

“the dude i was supposed to dance with left me.” you sighed. “thus i am left on the wall as a wallflower.”

“well then, would you like a dance dear trickster?” rook offers his hand.

“sure. whoa!”

you didn’t expect to suddenly be pulled into the dance floor. rook told you to let him lead and you did. you were decent at dancing and you managed to not step on any toes. rook however was smooth. and you didn’t know how to explain it but his dancing had a romantic touch to it.

and then he dipped you for the grand finale. you squealed in surprise, your noses touching each other.

“my, my trickster. you’re quite attractive like this~”

EPEL FELMIER

epel was not one for lessons in ballroom dancing. he couldn’t stand them because they were not as fun as just going on his blastcycle. but he quickly changed his tune when you suggested that you wanted to go ballroom dancing.

“epel, there’s a ballroom dance event!” you squealed.

“yeah. it sounds like a waste of time.” he mutters.

“are you going?”

“what? no. it’s not my thing.”

“awww. well i’ll go ask deuce then.” that made epel quickly change his tune and run to vil.

lessons with vil weren’t as bad as they used to be because it meant learning for you. vil was still a harsh teacher but he game compliments every once in a while.

epel was good enough that he wouldn’t step on feet anymore. and he deemed himself prepared enough.

the moment of truth arrived. the night the two of you danced, your toes weren’t sore. epel was a little fast with the beat but nevertheless, you could tell he put effort in. eventually you decided to take the lead since you had more experience as a ballroom dancer back in your home world.

he was still an amateur but he would definitely continue to ask you for lessons, which you were happy to give.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #pomefiore #diasomnia #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt

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shotorozu · 3 years

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you like their hands

character(s) : shinsou hitoshi, kirishima eijirou, monoma neito (2/?)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns, quirk left unmentioned

post type : headcanons + small scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice] not even nsfw

note(s) : i was gonna put denki in this but i had a hard time thinking about what kinda hands he’d have, so i’m putting him in the next post

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shinsou hitoshi

his hands are big, and his fingers are quite thick.

really likes wearing rings and bracelets, but he usually doesn’t wear them when he’s working (i’d say that bc wearing jewelry while doing physical activity HURTS)

regarding texture, his hands were initially soft— but due to transferring in the hero course, they roughened up over time

he’ll use hand cream if you want, but he doesn’t go the extra mile. and his nails are trimmed at all times. painting his nails a black color would be great once in a while.

lol i forgot to mention nails in the last post

he notices right away that you like his hands when he catches you staring at them when he’s cracking his knuckles

like.. people have said that his hands are nice, but he doesn’t really say much about them bc they’re not you

scenario

a crack sound is briefly heard in the rather silent room. the scrolling on your phone halts, and your eyes follow the sound of the crack.

ah, he’s cracking his knuckles. you think to yourself, and you’re left just simply admiring the way he applies pressure on a knuckle. who knew that his rather— large hand would look appealing, even while cracking his knuckles.

you snap out of your observation, but instead of just simply going back to whatever you were doing, you’re met with lilac eyes. “you were staring again.”

your cheeks heat up, and you opt to just turn your head to the opposite direction. “sorry,” you apologize. however— that’s not what hitoshi was looking for apparantly.

“if you like my hands alot,” he scoots next to you, hands sliding up and down your arms— his firm grip practically making the pre existing butterflies in your stomach act up again. “then you should’ve said so, kitty.”

is he conscious of his actions? hm. you could say that

he’ll purposely play with his capture tool right in front of you— the material wrapping around his hand. and he can only laugh when you immediately get absorbed into it

the back of his hand will brush against your cheek. then, when he comes in to kiss you, he’ll cup your cheek— kissing you with his other hand resting at your nape

under the table, his hand will start to slide against yours, interlocking hands with you. he’ll act like nothing is happening, but on the inside— he’s taking in your reaction

a little spicy, but when he wants you to look at him— he’ll do that thing where his thumb brushed against your bottom lip, as it almost dips right into your mouth

if he feels a little extra, his hand will also be tugging on your hair (if you’re fine with that. otherwise, he’s sticking to the one above)

oh and he also does that thing where he rests his hand on your neck, thick fingers squeezing your throat lightly.

overall— THIS MAN omg, he’ll entertain your interest in his hand nicely, just for you. and every single thing he does is memorable

kirishima eijirou

his hands are quite normal regarding size, they are almost always veiny, a lot more than bakugou’s actually. i think at some point he was concerned about them

his hands are rather flushed in color, but that’s because of his quirk. his fingers have a few tiny scars here and there,

he occasionally has pen marks on his wrists due to bad penmanship, and his nails.. don’t look the best, but they’re not the worst it’s bc of his quirk

the palms of his hands are ridden with callouses. but he wears them with pride because it’s the pure evidence of his hard work with his training.

but he starts to get worried about them when he goes to hold your hand.

you always had a thing for kirishima’s hands, but you just never had the chance to tell him that. i guess asking you did it for him

scenario

did you even realize how hard you were staring at his hands right now? it happened every single time he enlaced his arms around you, his hands resting at the sides of your arms

at first, he thought it might’ve been because his hands are too rough, or you might’ve been in discomfort— because maybe, just maybe, he accidentally activated his quirk?

the fact that he can’t exactly tell what it is worried him, maybe he should just ask you.

but his worry washed off when you told him upfront that you ‘liked his hands’

“wait so.. you’re staring at my hands because you like them?” kirishima wants to confirm your words, and— so casually, by the way— nod in agreement.

tracing the veins on his hands, you elaborate “your hands are really nice, i can tell how hard you must’ve worked.” pressing your smaller hand against his, you smile.

eijirou takes a moment to process it, but it’s surprisingly quick. “oh t-thanks!” he sheepishly took the compliment, a small blush sporting on his cheeks. “i’m glad it wasn’t because you thought they were weird.”

kirishima unintentionally feeds your interest with his hands. like sometimes.. he’s just not aware of it, but yes— he is feeding your interest well

will always make you compare hand sizes with him, chuckling softly at the dazed look on your face when your palms touch

if you allow him, he’ll fix your hair for you. doesn’t matter what hair type you have, he’ll do LOTS of research to know how to style it

those hands are magical

if you get a papercut, or a wound from cooking— he’ll patch you up, then he’ll press a kiss on the bandaid.

he’ll do this thing where he’ll squeeze your sides when you pull in for a hug. but if you’re not okay with that, he’ll opt to just rubbing your back with his hand— rocking you softly as he hugs you

a little spicy, but his hands do wander a lot. you might need to even hold them in place to make sure they don’t go too wild

in addition to that, he’ll just SLIGHTLY, activate his quirk to make sure you’re conscious of his touch. his finger tips gliding against your back, sending shivers down your spine.

but of course, he’s careful. he doesn’t activate it to the point it causes scratch marks, nor will his actions draw blood. he doesn’t wanna do that

in short— kirishima’s a little clueless at first. he wouldn’t really tease you in public, but he’s surprisingly attentive to your interest.

monoma neito

his hands are on the tipping edge of slightly above average. he doesn’t have a lot of veins on his hands, but they do pop out depending on what quirk he’s using

monoma’s hands are pretty spotless of any scars (from cuts, abrasions, etc.) because he gets REALLY annoyed with wounds pretty easily

to the point he’d want to attend to the wound immediately, he doesn’t let them sit— it’s just a personal preference

his nails are at the perfect length. not too long and not too short to the point it hurts, you don’t know how he does it.

wears watches on his wrists, and not the digital type— he sorta acts like he can read it easily, but it takes him a few seconds to even get to know the time

you know this because kendo snitched on him and told you LOL

you secretly hate yourself for this, but you really like his hands because of how he takes care of them. you’d never tell monoma even though you’re dating him

scenario

you’re unsure of yourself on how your boyfriend— monoma, found out about your fascination with his hands. it was supposed to be a secret for the rest of your life, and you only remember talking about it once out loud

which you assumed was a close call, considering that you thought he didn’t hear it at all— but he did.

“so i heard you like my hands, huh Y/N?” monoma’s teasing tone does not aid the situation. your cheeks heat up with embarassment, and you can’t get yourself to answer his question— without sounding like a fool anyway.

you fake annoyance, “where’d that come from?” you ask, and monoma doesn’t seem to want to switch the topic

“i’m asking you a question, dear Y/N— i heard you like my hands,” his tone would’ve sounded condescending to any other person, but you can tell that he’s either genuinely curious

or just teasing you, because that’s how he is.

to aid his question, he brushes his fingers along your neck— near your pulse. you jolt, stunned by the sudden action— heart beating rapidly against your chest.

“see,” monoma presses his hand against your chest, where your heart is palpitating, grinning in a way that’s teasing you “it’s true, isn’t it? sweet Y/N has a thing for my hands, hm?”

you furrow your eyebrows, and flick his forehead— and he hisses in reaction, “fine then, i do like your hands.” you finally give in, admitting final defeat.

ever since then, you haven’t heard the end of it

definitely that person that’ll just randomly bring it up to you, no matter what hour of the day it is.

“oh Y/N, you were totally fawning over my hands earlier—”

“i will castrate you.”

you know he means well most of the time, but sometimes he just loves teasing the heck out of you.

but that doesn’t mean he neglects your obvious interest in his hands.

he’ll compliment you, he’s a snarky person in general— but to you, he’s totally smooth with it.

slides his hand from your forearm to your hands, only to bring them up to his lips, pressing a kiss against your hand

squeezes your hand everytime he sees you, it’s kind of a nonverbal greeting at this point

similar to kirishima, he likes comparing hand sizes— teasing you about the size difference (even if it’s not even a big of a difference, he’ll take that chance.)

does this thing where he rubs his thumb against his palm. does it a lot when he’s concentrated about something, or just out of the blue

a little spicy, but he’ll make you tell him what you like about his hands, and what you like about the things he does with those hands of his. if that makes sense

he wants all of the details, doesn’t care if it’s mundane, or things he does when he’s feeling a certain way.

he wants to know, because as soon as you’re done with your spewl, he’ll do exactly what you like, teasing you while he’s at it. and so he can start incorporating those habits whenever he’s around you.

totally someone that’ll make you suck on those fingers. oh, but he’ll purposely get some dessert on them— asking you to suck them off

“good grief, i got some dessert on my fingers again. Y/N, come suck them off”

sometimes he’s serious, sometimes he’s just teasing.

overall— it’s pretty adventurous. he starts to act on it as soon as the revelation is revealed to him.

but i’d say he does just fine.

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