#trying to make work that reveals truth rather than something to hide behind and take my worth from

[monatoxin]

i'm not afraid of you now

[zahri-melitor]

The thing is, every time people start outlining how they essentially want Talia to be treated by Bruce like Jade is treated by Roy in the narrative, it feels like…okay, but you get the fundamental difference between their two situations in regards to the children they lied about, right?

Damian exists. Bruce was not aware of Damian’s existence until Damian was 10 years old. For that to work, Talia repeatedly lied in word and by omission to Bruce about Damian’s existence for over a decade. She concealed the fact that Bruce had a living child from him when she saw his reaction to Jason’s death. She concealed the fact that Bruce had two living children from him when she found Jason, and made off with him, and proceeded not to tell Bruce a single thing about Jason’s survival. She was probably able to have the entire Talia Head period running Lexcorp, which is cited as Talia’s best period by her fans, through the fact that for that to work and by the stories Jason stans and Damian stans regard as some of their best stories, Talia had sent Jason out to learn to kill people on a world training tour and Damian off on the Year of Blood while she was running LexCorp and flirting with entirely leaving the League.

Talia saw Bruce on multiple occasions over those ten years, including multiple occasions where she was trying to convince him that they were still in love, and occasions when she wanted him to protect her from Ra’s, and still. Still. Because of the narrative we have, Talia clearly did not trust Bruce to protect her or to protect her child, because she didn’t tell Bruce that for any rescue he made of her, she would be leaving behind at least one, maybe two of Bruce’s children with the League. Under Ra’s control.

Even if they ever get past that, that was ten years of lying that the narrative requires. It’s a betrayal that cannot be removed from their narrative, because fundamentally, Damian is a more important character to DC than Talia is, and to remove that betrayal you have to retcon an incredible amount of Damian’s backstory.

Jade, in contrast, told Roy about Lian’s existence relatively soon after she gave birth. There aren’t really intervening stories where Jade hid Lian’s existence from Roy before the Cheshire Contract’s conclusion. And Jade agreed that Roy was in a better position to raise Lian, she was in his custody by her first birthday, and they both spent a lot of time working to reach rapprochement over their differences and to coparent.

None of this is what Talia did. There’s a similar central lie at the centre of the situations, but Talia was the one who kept perpetrating it, while Jade revealed the truth far far earlier. It makes a huge difference.

And the thing is, this isn’t something you can cut out of Talia as a character, or wave aside. Even in the nicest-to-Talia reading that exists, Talia still had to:-

Fail to tell Bruce she was pregnant or tell him that she lost the baby.

Give birth.

Give her kid up for adoption outside the League (as per the original Son of the Demon narrative)

Miss the fact that someone brought Damian back into the League with at least Ra’s approval

Not do anything about the fact that Damian was raised in the League until he was 10 years old

Continue to lie by act or omission to Bruce about the fact that she had a kid and hid it from him for ten years.

On top of this still hide Jason’s resurrection from Bruce.

Like. Even if we have Talia adopt Damian out and not realise he was with the League until he was 10, and then immediately retrieve him and take him off to Bruce, she still didn’t ever tell Bruce that he had had a kid with her until that point. And such a read contradicts multiple canon stories that are essential backstory for why Damian is so desperate to meet Bruce and to become Robin.

It's just…this is a central part of her character now, and has been ever since Morrison introduced Damian to main canon rather than leaving Ibn off in his own universe. It’s been part of the story since UTRH and Jason’s resurrection. There isn’t a route out of this that doesn’t involve lies and betrayal from Talia.

[her-devils-advocate]

Through the Mist | Part 5

pairings: Femshep x Garrus

summary: When a routine mission to rescue and recruit a handful of scientists goes wrong, Shepard and her team are left to fight against something they had never expected to face. Now stranded on a heavily fog-covered planet, they realise there is more to the strange weather than they originally thought, especially when they hear things from beyond the fog; calling for them.

word count: 4,298

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60592000/chapters/158395303

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A scratching gargle assaults their ears as a fragmented voice stutters through the white noise. Shepard carefully lifts the datapad, keeping it parallel to the ground so that the screen remains intact, as the audio begins to clear up. The voice fighting through the interference wins its battle. The garbled words being spat out find clarity and reveal themselves to the duo.

“If you are listening to this, I’m sorry, and to make this easier for you, the only thing you should be hearing during this recording is my voice. Whatever else you might hear isn’t real. 

“What we’ve done here, it’s unforgivable, but we had no choice. They told us that we were making a weapon and that we would be helping to protect our colonies out in the Traverse and Terminus systems. That doesn’t change the fact that we’ve rendered an entire planet unhospitable. Enough is enough, I can’t undo what we’ve created, but I can help prevent unnecessary exposure. I’m recording this in secret. If they find out about this… 

“Well that doesn’t matter now, it’s too late for me anyway. If you are here and listening, you are more than aware of what I’m talking about. The things that lurk in the fog. They’re not real, but that doesn’t mean they can’t hurt you. You’re not safe here. I’m sorry.”

The man’s voice wavers and he has to take a deep breath to compose himself. Out of fear or guilt, Shepard wagers, but she finds herself breathing alongside him, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart in tandem with the mysterious man. Garrus’ eyes are glued onto the datapad as if his stare can instantly pry out all of its secrets.

Shepard opens her mouth to speak during a lull in the recording, but Garrus shakes his head, silencing her. His eyes flick back to the corner of the room and his muscles contract so tightly that he begins to shake. His eyes flick towards Shepard and then back to the corner, followed by a small tilt of his head. She nods in response and waits for the man to continue.

“My entire team is dead. I am the only one that remains, for now. You can’t hear it, only I can, but something is trying to get into the room. It’s coming for me. It’s crying and scratching against the door, but I can’t let that distract me from confessing.

“Those Exogeni bastards lied to us. It should have been obvious when we were hired as an additional support group, acting outside their cooperation. We take the fall while they hide from everything they’ve made us do. We should have said no, that we wouldn’t help them, but they hid the full truth until it was too late. It kills through fear, it can’t physically harm you, but no one is immune to cardiac arrest or… being so scared you would rather die by your own hand over whatever it's shown you. That’s what happened to most of my team, one by one they fell to horrors of our own making. I’m so sorry.”

Shepard peers around the room, the fog that had been locked out of the room now seeps under the door, sneaking towards them. She glances behind her and instantly regrets it, the hexadecimal face grins down at her. It’s smile is warped, the data glitching as it falls past the expression. She quickly averts her eyes when it manages to stretch even wider.

“It’s the fog, we made it.”

The admission causes the hair on the back of Shepard’s neck to rise, along with a shiver creeping up her spine. Her eyes snap to Garrus and she finds him already staring at her. She watches as a mixture of expressions pass over his face in rapid succession before he lands on horror.

“How long have we been breathing it in…?” He whispers as if he’s unable to find the strength to ask the question. Shepard just pinches the bridge of her nose, her eyes falling shut.

“For way too long.” She replies dejectedly. She reaches out to grasp at his forearm and he meets her halfway, his hand grabbing onto hers in response. “Vega…”

The voice continues, effectively cutting her off and growing shakier with each sentence as he throws them deeper into despair. A faint tapping catches Shepard’s attention, competing to be heard over the man’s voice. It keeps a steady rhythm, like the drumming of fingers along a solid surface, one by one, with elongated nails colliding against it with each impact. 

He lets out a startled whimper, muttering something under his breath before he sighs deeply. He clears his throat as if to buy him what little time he has left to mentally prepare for what comes next.

“There’s no easy way to say this, and whatever is outside is getting more frantic, I don’t know how much time I have left to explain before it… So I’ll give you the basics. It’s Species 37, or more importantly, the spores Exogeni extracted from it were handed over for us to test. While the creature's mental control ended after its death, they still made us experiment on them, to see what was possible with the remains. We were able to manipulate these spores and harness part of their mental control possibilities, not in the same way as the Thorian, of course. Instead, we found a way to have them affect the amygdala. We were successful, God, it’s a scientific breakthrough, but the price we paid was too high. I’m sure you can agree.”

A light, breathy laughter follows his words, overlapping with his voice. Shepard’s skin grows cold and she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, but the man continues, unperturbed by the new addition. 

“The fog will latch onto your darkest moments and fears. The things that you bury deep inside because it hurt too much, it will use it against you. It already has, hasn’t it? It will warp itself, it won’t be obvious at first. It will hide. Sometimes it will be a deceased loved one, sometimes it’s a random person you’ve never met. Sometimes it manages to be both. I’ve not managed to document everything we’ve seen, there wasn’t enough time and it seems to be evolving. Some of the scientists here have started to see random things, things that we can’t seem to connect to any specific person. Forgive me.

“There is no excuse for what we’ve done. This isn’t a weapon, it’s so much worse. If more than one person is under its effect, it manages to create a sort of mental link between them. A form of shared hallucination. 

“It was supposed to be contained, or so we thought. We thought we were simply the scientists developing it, but we were supposed to be the control group as well. I guess we were, in the end. I’ve destroyed most of the research, no one deserves this fate. But in doing so, I released more of the fog into the atmosphere. This is all that remains of our sin. This datapad and the planet itself. Please, for all of our sakes, destroy both. I- No… You can’t be here. Please, I’m sorry, please don’t-”

He cuts himself off with an ear-piercing scream, causing Shepard to jolt and send the datapad tumbling to the ground. The impact causes the screen to shatter; it finally gives up its fight and dies, taking the man’s voice away with it and leaving the duo in stunned silence. Shepard turns to look down at the corpse beside them, a mixture of disgust and pity filling her eyes. 

“Exogeni… It was them the entire time.” She mutters, disdain lacing her words. 

“And here I thought we were done with the Thorium,” Garrus adds with a sigh.

The soft tapping picks up again as if it’s trying to crawl its way out of the remains of the datapad at her feet, demanding its presence be known. It grows louder and louder until it causes Shepard’s head to throb.

Shepard quickly brings an arm up to cover the lower portion of her face, doing all she can to prevent breathing in more of the fog. Garrus follows her lead, looking around the room to find something to cover the bottom of the door with. He grabs one of the spare research jackets from its hook on the wall and shoves it into the gap, letting his head hang once it proves to be a solid barrier. Exhaustion and dread blankets the room in the fog's place.

“How’s your imaginary friend? Still staring you down from the corner?” She asks as she watches him dart around the room. Garrus double-checks the corner before resuming his task, shaking his head when he does.

“Still there, how about yours?”

Shepard spins on her heel to stare down the sinister face, only to glare at a blank screen instead. “Mine has vanished, thankfully.” 

She raises a single eyebrow at the screen and tilts her head, the movement catching something in the corner of her eye. She spots something large propped up against the furthest wall, half drowned in shadows and a greying, dusty sheet. She turns to look at Garrus, who is still fussing with the door. She bites her lip in thought before her curiosity wins and she slowly starts to move towards it.

The air grows thick, a dizzying miasma that seeps into her pores. The room is still, its only occupants being far too afraid to stir up any energy and potentially breathe life into their fears. As she continues to slowly wade her way towards the object, she feels a presence falling in line behind her and strengthening her resolve with each unsteady step.

As they grow closer, she feels Garrus close the distance between them. His eyes bore into the back of her head, their weight heavier than the fog outside. Shepard can feel his breath on the back of her neck, heavy and warm, and despite the warmth of it, all Shepard can feel is her skin chilling as goosebumps follow its path. 

She keeps her voice low and her head forward, whispering hollow reassurances behind her, “It’s okay, it can’t hurt us, remember?”

She is met with no reply, only silence and an oppressive heat against her back.

She steps forward, he steps even closer. 

Even with the safety he provides, Shepard can’t help but notice that her skin has started growing clammy and that her hands are beginning to shake. 

Her body tries to warn her, to urge her to turn around and look behind her. She slowly gives in to the urge and turns her head to the side, peeking behind her through the corner of her eye and instantly wishing she never had. 

Garrus stares up at her from his spot by the door, finally done with his small cloth barricade, and now watches her from the other side of the room.

She takes a deep breath and feels it get caught in her throat before she turns back and tentatively reaches for the cloth. She holds her breath when she yanks it off, finding herself face-to-face with her reflection. 

A floor-length mirror stands alone in the back of the research base. 

Shepard stares wide-eyed into its silver screen, her heart comes to a rapid stop when she notices it.

A figure stands behind her in the mirror. Dark shadows obscure its face, but from what she can see, it seems to tower over her. She can still feel the heavy breath on the back of her neck and she watches in horror as it leans closer to her. It tilts its head and trails its cold nose against the side of her neck. It changes directions, journeying upwards and turns to trace her jaw with its tongue, leaving an icy path in its wake.

She lets out an ear-piercing scream, thrashing at the air behind her. In her blind panic, she doesn’t notice her fists beginning to collide against something solid. She continues struggling, screaming louder when something grips her wrists and tries to hold her still.

“Shepard? Spirits, Shepard, it’s me!” Garrus’ voice cuts through the commotion and manages to distract her from the worst of her panic. She feels the loud rumble of his subvocals wash over her, helping to ground her mind and bring her out from her frenzy.

“What happened? What did you see?” He questions while bringing a hand up to stroke her hair, smoothing down some of the stubborn strands that have broken out from the braid and have started to get frizzy.

She shakes her head, silently signalling him to give her a moment while she tries to compose herself. She swallows down the rest of the scream that wants to tear through her and finds that she almost chokes on it.

“I know it’s not real, but Garrus… It felt real. It felt so damn real.” Her voice shakes, but she finds herself long past the point of caring. When she turns her head to look back at the mirror, she finds that the figure is still there, peering directly at her over Garrus’ shoulder while mimicking his actions. Its hands follow his, hovering above the two of them. Its movements are gentle as it takes the utmost care to follow along as if it’s trying to learn from him. 

The more she watches, the more the figure seems to adapt. It breaks away from its pattern of following Garrus and moves to mime its hand running up and down Shepard’s back. Almost as if it were a mother soothing a frightened child. The thought causes an ache to settle deep inside her chest, burning away next to the cold fear that still grips her.

As it turns its head to try and rest it on top of Shepard’s, the new angle allows her to see its face. It isn’t entirely hidden by shadows like she had thought. Instead, its features merge into the flesh as if the skin is trying to grow over it, covering it in blurry patches. 

The longer she stares at the figure, the stronger the feeling of unease flows through her, bringing tears to her eyes. She drops her head against Garrus’ shoulder and inhales deeply, letting the scent of metal distract her from reality. She holds her inhale and counts to five before releasing it. As she does, she can’t help but feel like a teenager in counselling all over again.

“Hey,” Garrus says, his voice soft as he turns her attention away from the mirror and back to him. His mandibles flutter awkwardly and he struggles to find the right words to say, “At least… At least it’s throwing random things at us now and not anything personal?”

She lets out a startled laugh, which comes out as a breathy scoff, and his mandibles begin to relax. “I dunno, Garrus. What if I have some deep-rooted trauma that involves being licked by an entity with no face?”

“Well…” He drags the word out, making a show out of searching for his words. “The only entities that currently don’t have faces, that we can see, would be the quarians. Don’t worry, I won’t let Tali know about your fear of her licking you.”

“You,” she punctuates her point with a sharp poke to his armoured chest and both of them ignore the way her hand trembles, “are terrible. Absolutely terrible.”

“Terribly good at distracting you from hell itself, you mean?” He retorts playfully, catching her wrist and pulling her away from the mirror.

She tries to look at it, to watch the unknown figure follow their every move, but he beats her to it and blocks her view with his body. She starts to grumble out a protest but bites her lip to silence herself instead. She closes her eyes, hoping that by the time she opens them again the panicked Raven Shepard has vanished; that the calm Commander Shepard has returned.

“Sure, let's go with that.” She says instead as she lets him drag her closer to the door. 

After a few metres, she feels his fingers sporadically flex against her wrist, followed by a sharp inhale. Almost quiet enough to not be heard over their footsteps, almost.

“What’s wrong?” She questions, watching as he carefully avoids looking in a certain direction.

“It’s nothing.” He replies quickly, too quickly. 

She frowns and comes to a stop, he slows down next to her and keeps his eyes glued to the ground. She is silent for a moment, watching his face for a reaction. She gets one after a short pause when he flinches, his eyes shutting tight and his head lowering even more.

“Garrus…” She tries again, resting her hand on his bicep and lowering her head to catch his gaze.

“It’s nothing, Shepard.” He reluctantly opens his eyes, unable to clear the hurt from them before she can notice. Her frown deepens and she moves her hand down his arm until she can slot her five fingers with his three. He breathes out, the sound harsh and ragged.

“It was my dad. Or, well, it was a version of him as a marauder.” He admits before taking a second to collect his thoughts, “He was telling me how it was my fault he was like that, that I should have done more to prepare Palaven for the reapers. What a great Reaper Advisor I turned out to be, I should have done more.”

“You did everything you could, Garrus. You have done so much to stop the reapers, from the very moment we learnt about them. You have been by my side through it all, facing their horrors since the start. No one knew what to expect, even with all the information we collected. Don’t blame yourself for the damage they have caused. That wasn’t your father and while I’ve not met the man, yet, I know he would never say that to you. I also know he would never become a damn marauder. From what you’ve told me about him, his stubbornness could beat even the reapers.” 

He chokes out a short laugh, nodding slowly as he processes her words instead of the ones only he can hear. “Yeah, he’s more stubborn than I am, I’ll give him that.”

“More stubborn than you, is that even possible?” She smiles up at him, though it doesn’t reach her eyes. He tugs her closer in response, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers.

“Just wait ‘til you meet him, then you will probably regret agreeing to.”

She nuzzles into him, letting her nose brush against his, “I’ll be the judge of that. Let's get out of here and then we can get EDI to contact his refugee ship, hm?”

He nods, moving her head with his before he finally parts from her. She watches as he tentatively looks around the room, his shoulders sagging in relief. “Right, it shouldn’t be too bad now that we know none of this is real. We just find the shuttle, if it’s still there, or find a way to contact Cortez.” 

The look she gives him causes him to falter, embarrassment creeping into his expression. “Easier said than done considering the last five minutes, I’m aware, Shepard.”

“That’s not what I was going to say, but yes, that as well.” She says plainly, her expression one of pure disbelief. 

“What was that look for then?”

“You just jinxed us, again.”

He rolls his eyes and turns away from her, approaching the door. He slowly pulls away part of the coat he had shoved against it and recoils when the fog continues to leak through the small gap. Shepard kneels next to him with a pensive expression. 

“Considering we’ve been breathing the fog in for hours, I don’t think we can make things any worse by continuing our exposure to it.” She says as she watches it curl around the coat and slip into the large room.

“You’re probably right. Even after we blocked the door, we still saw things. It might take a while for the effects to wear off.” Garrus mumbles, deep in thought as he pulls away the rest of the coat and tossing it to one side.

“If it ever does,” Shepard says quietly, the thought causing her to pause. Garrus stops moving beside her before wringing his hands together.  

“Then we will find a way to reverse the effects.” He states firmly.

A distant sound breaks the growing tension in the room, the echo of footsteps drawing closer.

Shepard and Garrus jump back from the door, hands hovering over their holstered weapons. They stay silent and Shepard holds her breath as she listens. The sound continues, picking up in pace before stopping. The sound of something light slapping against the ground follows the pause between footsteps, and then the cycle repeats. 

“One of the scientists we saw earlier?” Garrus whispers, leaning closer to her as he does.

“Maybe.” She replies, unconvinced. She strains her ears and begins to hear mumbling between each pause, followed by the occasional struggle.

She unholsters her weapon and aims it at the door. Garrus follows her lead, moving to lean against the wall beside the door while she remains centre.

The noise grows louder. 

Heavy, armoured footsteps. Then the light slap of something landing on the stairs, then more footsteps.

Shepard raises her gun and begins to shine blue, the scent of ozone fills the room as she prepares her biotics for the worst. 

Whatever approaches lurks just behind the door. She can see the fog parting around it while it slinks its way under the gap. Her heart begins to quicken and she raises an eyebrow at Garrus, earning a tilt of his head in response. She nods and steps back before the blue shine intensifies. 

In a flash, she rips the door off the hinges, tossing it to one side just as Garrus spins around to aim his weapon at the entrance; his finger twitching against the trigger.

A startled yelp echoes around the room, followed by an out-of-breath exclamation, “Mierda!”

“James?” Shepard asks, slightly startled by his appearance. Shepard and Garrus keep their weapons raised, making no move to lower them. James raises his eyebrows at them before his hands slowly follow.

“Yeah, Commander, it’s me.” He speaks slowly, confusion and wariness becoming visible on his face when he glances between the two.

“Prove it.” She commands, staring down at him and smothering the hope that dares to grow in her chest.

“Prove it?” He parrots in disbelief. “How am I supposed to prove that it’s me?”

She raises her rifle higher, her finger resting comfortably against the trigger guard. A subtle warning that he quickly catches.

“Okay, okay. Geeze Lola, don’t need to start acting loco. Uh, how about that time when I saved your ass on Mars with my amazing shuttle driving? Or that time I almost beat you during a sparring match on Earth?”

“Yeah, that’s the real Vega, Shepard. Not even the fog could create something that annoying.” Garrus says with a grin as he holsters his weapon, nudging James with his elbow. 

“Damn, Scars. Low blow.” James replies with a playful glare. “So… I take it you guys have been seeing stuff as well?”

Shepard isn’t as quick to trust as Garrus and keeps her weapon raised until he gives her a questioning look. She bites the inside of her cheek and forces her body to relax.

“Yeah, it’s a long story. We’ll catch you up on what we’ve discovered once we’re back on the Normandy. Where have you been all this time?” She demands, her voice taking on a harsh edge before she can stop it. She holsters her weapon and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Sorry, but seriously, where did you go?”

“What do you mean? You told me to go back to the shuttle?” He frowns, all prior amusement vanishing from his face. “You came back into the room after roughly five minutes and then ordered me to tell Cortez to prepare the shuttle. We waited around for two hours, then decided that I would come and search for you instead.”

He gestures to an amusingly long rope wrapped around his arm, draped across the stairs behind him, “Hence the rope. I didn’t want to find you, only to have lost the shuttle again.”

“I never told you to do that, Vega.” An uneasy expression takes over her face. “I was in the other room with Garrus the entire time. Once we came back to the main room, it was covered in dust and bodies, and you were nowhere to be found.”

Now it’s James’ turn to look unnerved. He begins to shuffle on the spot, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he stares at her. “What do you mean the room was covered in dust once you came back? The room always looked like that.”

Before Shepard can respond, Garrus cuts in with a question of his own. “Vega, besides Shepard in the research base, what else have you seen in the fog?”

She waits for his response, carefully watching his face. She notices every minor muscle twitch and the way he swallows roughly. “My dad. It wasn’t a fun encounter. I also heard Shepard over the comms, saying stuff like how I should have never been allowed on her ship. Knew it was bullshit though, who wouldn’t want me around, ay, Lola?”

“You’re right, it was bullshit.” She declares with a single nod, brushing past the two men to start ascending the stairs. She stretches her shoulders before mumbling under her breath for what must be the hundredth time, “I’m sick of this planet. Let’s go home.”

[yourtypicalhuman09]

Hay poki 👋 (can I call you poki?)

Same one who gave the character idea

(okay I did put an ask, I don't know if it reached you put one of what I put in that ask is if I can be Anon 🧑‍🦲, so anything I'll send will be signed whit it)

Moving on. I have other ideas about this character of if they are a villain. so I was reading The 48 Laws of Power and want to use some of it laws that I reached.

Law 2: never put too much trust in friends, learn how to use enemies.

This law talks about how you should not give your friends more than what they worked for and deserve because they will believe that they deserve it (lying to themselves) even when they know you gave it to them because of the friendship. They will believe they earned it. So make them earn it by their hard work instead and don't go easy on them.

It also talks about the benefits of making your enemies alleys and that by helping your enemies and all, if you do it right you make them feel in depth to you. And when they become your alleys they feel that they have to prove themselves to you and that they are on your side. But friends don't feel that because they are already on your side (or so you believe).

This one can be used by that person. It can also be used by the reader by accident? Like there's this girl who hates the reader and believes they think they are better than everyone else and stuff then she gets in but trouble and the reader helps her. Maybe something happened to that girl and no one believed her except the reader (like they is from a family of vigilants. They picked some things from them) and helped her prove the truth.

Law 3: Conceal Your Intentions

This goes without saying. *"Keep people off balance and in the dark by never revealing the purpose behind your actions. If they have no clue what you are up to, they cannot prepare a defense. Guide them far enough down the wrong path, envelope them in enough smoke and by the time they realize your intentions, it will be too late."* Quote from the book.

And that's what the villein do to the Bats. By confusing them and making them believe that this is what his after. They go stop him from doing the wrong thing, not realizing that This is what his after. Sometimes they never realize that. Thinking that they won.

Law 4: Always Say Less Than Necessary

This one Bruce actually uses as Batman.

The more you say the more common you appear and the less in control. Even if you say something original. To seem powerful you must always say less, keep it vague and open-ended. Making people scrambled and try to interpret what did you mean. It also puts people in defense when you always say less. The opposite happens when you always say more. People feel more at ease because it seem you have nothing to hide.

And this person uses this rule to the max. As a villain they always say less, let the Bats and everyone else scramble to try to understand what he means and like a piece of art, every one of them interprets it in their own way. That also helps in making Law 3 happen.

As a civilian he always says more, almost never shutting up. Always making people feel at ease and making them laugh, even feel annoyed. "He has nothing to hide" they feel. Even when he says something cool and original, something dangerous.

Bruce acts the Brucie persona but this person lives it.

Thanks for reading. I will come back with more laws sometime along the way as I read more through the book. I'll take my time and please you also take your time with this. As a fellow student I know the stress. So please take care of yourself and your health. Put your future first.

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Woah I love your break down of this 🧑‍🦲anon and I also appreciate your words of support (the struggle is real😭🙏). Anyways although I don’t entirely plan on making anyone a villain in my main fic, these are very useful ideas for a villain au. But also pre-healing reader uses some of these laws despite not being a villain. Pre-healing reader is rather cold and untrusting and they’ve learned this kind of stuff from Bruce and the others. Reader is very calculating and will do most anything to get the job done because as im sure I’ve said before, theyre a pretty morally grey character. Law 2 especially sticks out to me because it reminds me of one of the reasons why i love Studio Ghibli so much, it’s because they do an amazing job at showing that theres no such thing as good vs evil. No one its purely evil or purely good, we’re all different shades of grey, and most people can be reasoned with and have their minds changed. One of the biggest examples I can think of is in kiki’s delivery service, theres a scene where kiki is flying to find a city to inhabit when she encounters other witch. At first the other witch is pretty snarky and starts off conversation in a condescending way, but instead of matching her energy and replying snarky as well, kiki instead replies very kindly and asks her for advice. As a result they parted ways wishing each other luck instead of hating each other. To me this was a very important scene showing morality in the world of kiki’s delivery service. Anyways I’ll stop rambling😅, i do hope youll share more in the future! I find myself enjoying your ideas! As always thank you for reading and have a good day/ night!

[fantasyinvader]

You know, it makes sense that people don't trust Rhea or the Church… at first. The game does make them seem shady as hell at the beginning, and we're even told to be wary of Rhea. But when you take into consideration Verdant Wind, how Claude says that it's important to get to know people rather than cling to faulty first impressions, it really should be telling the player something there. That despite those initial impressions, you're the one leading the Church right now trying to save Rhea from a tyrant. Claude is realizing the Church and Rhea don't have to be his enemies, and when you look at Seteth's solo ending (minus the translation making him sound intolerant before) he works towards Claude's ideal regardless of route. Meanwhile, Claude is also figuring out how the Agarthans tried to feed him information to turn him against Rhea.

His power of friendship speech, him being willing to reach out to the Church in friendship, is the climax of his character growth. Rather than trying to use people like pieces on a chess board, he's willing to work legitimately with others. He finds out the truth about Rhea, and in his S support reveals that he views people relying on her (as they will with Byleth) as a good thing whereas before he believed that people could only rely on themselves. He learns that Rhea was one of the few survivors of her people being wiped out, having to hide the truth and even glorify the allies of the one who did it. He saw her as an outsider herself. Claude is also the one to point out that Rhea had people from not just from the countries at Fodlan but people from other countries, including having a woman from Dagda as one of her knights, at Garreg Mach as well as how the Church doesn't actually preach isolationism.

Claude's arc realizes he was wrong. That as an outsider, he came in and started making assumptions based on a lack of knowledge or being fed misleading information by the bad guys. Just like the player can be if they pick the Black Eagles class. It's why Byleth's flag, a symbol linking the route to Buddhism, is also present in Verdant Wind as it's the only route where Claude ultimately realized people were trying to manipulate him, so he didn't allow their narrative to guide his actions. It's CLAUDE'S enlightenment, as he wasn't tempted from the proper course of action. If he believes so strongly that people of other faiths should be accepted, he should be trying to help the Church against those attempting to wipe them out. And this path results in Claude not just fighting the person that the Agarthans used to commit genocide. Can't be any more "fuck racism" than that.

But instead of accepting all that, we have people who want Claude to kill Rhea, still believing that she's the cause of racism in Fodlan despite how Claude realizes that isn't the case. They want Claude to side with the person who flat out told him she can't leave Fodlan in his hands because he's not from Fodlan despite the translation making it sound like they hold the same beliefs (at least, until Claude grows out of them as part of his character arc). They like the version of Claude that says he could never be friends with Dimitri, despite Dimitri working to help the people of Duscur, and pisses off Sylvain when Sylvain would otherwise have worked to fix the issues with Streng. Instead of the Claude who knew the Empire wouldn't accept taking an L against the Alliance and returned with Almyran forces to stop another attempt by the Agarthans to take over, they want the Claude who seems confused people would be upset at him invading their countries and killing their families.

Verdant Wind, really, puts the Church into it's proper context. It looks suspect, it acts shady, but if you actually take the time and pay attention to the world… they're not the bad guys you were expecting them to be. No, they're the group the actual bad guys, the ones behind Fodlan's problems, wants to take out.

But instead, people don't want that story and insist Claude's delusional idiot self from Hopes is who he really is. Really, it's kinda telling how people reject his story because they don't want to change their mind in the face of the game's reveals. They can't accept the message of a game written for middle-schoolers.

[synergysilhouette]

Plotting out "Cosmas" (Disney Musical)

Make sure to check out my summary of this film and others in my part II post of the fanmade Resurgence Era.

Background

While Disney was going back and forth between doing a mermaid film OR a fairy film, "Boto" was greenlit and Disney realized it didn't need to be an either/or situation, and jumped at a proposal for a Shakespearean-esque fairy film, taking influence from the stories of changelings and the green children of Woolpit. Wanting a winning combination, Byron Howard and Rich Moore were brought aboard to direct the film while Jared Bush wrote the script. While the original intention was to have a female lead, the question of "why can't the main character be male?" popped up, causing enough friction for the protagonist to know be a young man. This ruffled execs feathers a bit, who wanted to make sales with fairy dolls due to their Pixie Hollow franchise being pretty dead, so a major female character was created instead. Disney opted to make this film 2D in order to give it a nostalgic vibe akin to the "Fantasia" franchise and "Sleeping Beauty." The film was originally much more historical and focused equally on the human world and the seelie court, but eventually the figured that the fairy realm was more visually and narratively interesting, so the protagonist's time in the human world is cut significantly, only for the first twenty minutes of the movie. Along with this, historical elements were toned down significantly once the human world was left behind. Enjoying the work they did on "Midnight Masquerade," Disney brings on Toby Marlow and Lucy Moss to do the music, not to mention finding that this seems right up the alley of "Six."

Plot

Once in a while, a baby sleeping in a crib unattended is switched out for a fairy, while the human child is whisked away to the land of the fairies. When an abused young human discovers that he is a changeling, a fairy who took the place of a human, he goes to the land of the fairies to find where he truly belongs. But he finds himself embroiled in scandal, as he is the son of the king and queen of the fairies, not voluntarily given to humans. As the truth begins to reveal itself, he finds that the magic of the Seelie court and the place he used to call home is in more danger than he thought.

Characters

(The images below reflect my inspiration for either the characters' design and/or personality, along with serving as a visual aid to the reader of this post rather than just looking at text.)

Peregrine Boleyn--A young man who's had a life of nothing but trouble, being terrorized by his aggressive father and ignored by his insatiable (not in that way) mother. As such, he grows up as something of a bully, quick to hide his feelings and turning moody when those who he cares about fail to notice him or his accomplishments. If his father wasn't a factor, Peregrine would've given up trying at all. But when he discovers that he's the son of the king and queen of fairies, he's quick to leave his old life behind in favor of embracing his true identity Prince Cosmas. But the way he believes royals act isn't quite the way they behave in the fairy realm, and he doesn't understand the consequences that come with his choice.

Sylphide--An energetic and bubbly guide and sworn protector to Prince Cosmas, she carries a significant amount of guilt for having to leave the young man once believed to be the prince in favor of the actual prince, and is quick to assert her dominance towards the bullying new prince. While often characterized as a sweet, homely fairy, she's tough and firm when she needs to be.

Dane--Once known as Prince Cosmas, he was promptly stripped of his titles and inheritence, given to the human that waltzed in just yesterday. While the king and queen no longer publicly acknowledged him as the prince, they still saw him as their son, but Dane, as he now went by, saw the writing on the wall, how the aloof foreigner had usurped him and everyone who he thought was his friend was nowhere in sight. Along with this, Cosmas' entrance to the Seelie Court was unprecedented, allowing for fae from the Unseelie Court to arrive, influencing Dane and encouraging him to take back what is rightfully his. Interestingly, despite not being related, both he and Dane share similar features, likely the result of Dane being raised by Cosmas' parents.

Songs

Gloriana--The opening storybook number about the mythical Seelie Court, home to the good fairies ruled by King Oberon and Queen Titania, as well as the Unseelie Court, a wicked rival court with no unanimous leader, who sought the destruction and corruption of the Seelie Court's peace as beings of chaos and distortion, and how they terrorized the human world as the Seelie Court entertained humans.

Anybody Else--Peregrine is unwanted by his parents; his parents are social climbers who see their son as an embarrassment, with his father abusing him and his mother ignoring him. As such, Peregrine grows up hiding his feelings, often coming across as moody and self-destructive.

Welcome Home--Sylphide introduces Peregrine to the Seelie Court as she becomes aware of his identity, and the fairies begin to gossip about how he could've been taken from the king and queen without anyone's knowledge, and what that means since the "fake" prince is no longer the heir presumptive and the "true" prince is inexperienced in fairy culture and ill-prepared to lead (though Sylphide brushes this off due to fairies' longevity).

Cast Aside (Second to None)--Dane, now acknowledged as an adopted orphan with no princely title, no power, and no respect, is seduced by the promises of the Unseelie fae, who persuade him to take power from the Seelie Court and unite both courts and rule over them. He agrees, using the magical energy he picked up from being within the realm for years and creating a frost, even trapping some fairies within the flowers they sleep in.

All Mine--As Cosmas flits between dreams and nightmares, he questions his sanity, and if being a fairy was worse than being a human, especially since he had no wings or ethereal appearance like everyone else. The king and queen attempt to assuage his fears

Take Me to the Sky--When Cosmas begins to transform both psychically and emotionally, he asks Sylphide to help him find Dane, who's mistreatment he'd been blind to in order to indulge in his own happiness up to this point. However, despite Cosmas and Sylphide's pleas, Dane refuses to accept their apologies, saying that they, despite their interference with his life, where not the ones who had wronged him so deeply.

In Regards/As Above--Nothing worth gaining is ever easy, and it never comes without sacrifice. Dane has been stripped of his magic and his memories of his life among the fairies, banished to the human world, while Cosmas is celebrated for his triumph. That said, he grieves the loss of a brother he could've had, and even the family he had as a human. But he knows that with every hardship, there is a dawn to awake to, and someday, perhaps even the pain of yesterday will be remedied.

Lemme know what you think! Hope you enjoyed this rewrite!

[clover0101]

Kazui - Half/Cat analysis

Face discernment for what you really feel or live in a comfortable lie being unhappy? Following the path of the heart can lead to greater satisfaction and joy, but it can also end up dooming the dreamer.

Let's find the king of the masquerade,

[CW: Animal cruelty, suicide implications, themes of addiction to alcohol and smoking]

(For convenience, I will be reviewing Cat first and then Half, in order to better structure the analysis)

A romance that begins more with the desire to be loved, to be touched and to touch, to feel like that special person in someone's life, rather than to think of her in the same way. Kazui doesn't make any progress until he realizes that Hinako likes him, at first he doesn't even turn to look at her, possibly seeing the relationship as an opportunity to satisfy that need for affection and emotional connection.

(An interesting trivia is that he worked as a policeman, explaining his way of seeing MILGRAM in the first trial and actions such as trying to hit Es or wondering 'what kind of organization is behind something like this'. Also him being used to witness violent acts) The ring comes out of his mouth as if it was a word, and when it reaches his hands it turns into a white dove. White doves are popularly associated with freedom, symbolizing possitive things. During funerals, it is believed that white doves can carry a loved one to heaven. Another slightly less common meaning is that they represent the soul as such, which is the interpretation that comes closest to what we see in the video. The animal symbolizes them together, the apparent happiness that they live as a couple, the peace in their lives. The years pass and the relationship evolves into a marriage. When we see Kazui propose, the lyrics read “It's for the sake of true love - who wouldn't lie for that?” Kazui sees in the relationship an opportunity to satisfy both their desires, Hinako loves him, and although his feelings are not sincere from the beginning, she sees it as an exchange where they both manage to get something: she gets to be with him, and he gets the affection and closeness that he yearns so much.

The topic of lying for everyone's sake is also present in the VD, specifically mentioning Kant's philosophy regarding lies; "The one who lies, even if he has good intentions, must face all the consequences that this may entail." If your lie, no matter how white or harmless, caused someone's death, you must face the consequences. For Kant, telling the truth removes all moral responsibility from the person. Instead, lying implies being responsible in the eyes of others and in oneself. As Es themself mentions, this doesn't sound all that convincing. For Kazui, it is, because what happened was just a result of him starting to lie and after a long time deciding to stop.

We can see how Hinako expresses strong emotions after being proposed to and marrying him. She cries with joy and has a big smile on her face, while Kazui seems to smile more out of commitment, without really feeling that joy. I say this taking into consideration that as we saw in Half Kazui is actually someone quite emotional, even if he doesn't let others be aware of it. What would be the problem in showing your wife, who is also just as touched as you are, that you're glad you're getting married? Hiding negative feelings is understandable, but I really don't see why he should camouflage his joy at this moment. Something to also note is that Half's barista is present at the wedding, right in the middle of the frame. This implies a fairly close relationship with him, which reveals how often he frequents said bar and something that was never a secret; his problems with alcohol.

Kazui simplifies their relationship as that of a victim and a perpetrator, quite close to MILGRAM's definition of him. He covers the happy couple with a and when he lifts the cloth there's a group of red apples and a single green apple. Apples are seen as the fruit of sin and adultery, of falling into temptation. It can also represent rebirth. However, out of all the red apples, Kazui only chooses the green one. Apple green represents once again hope and new beginnings. I believe that the apple represents Kazui's desire for freedom, the one that is denied to him by staying in his marriage. He must keep it at bay, preventing her from reaching Hinako so as not to disturb his magic tricks.

Seeing himself trapped in a highly unhappy life, Kazui falls into bad habits such as smoking and drinking, frequenting the bar very often. As soon as he starts to pursue that desire, the apple gradually moves closer to him. Kazui sees his true self as a spectator of his own act, witnessing how his own actions take him away from his dream, and in turn bring him closer in an insatiable quest to satisfy that feeling.

(Not so related, but I come to think that the empty seat on the stage represents how Kazui doesn't see Hinako as the love of his life, therefore the space that should be occupied by that special someone next to him is still empty. Also look at: 1. the person standing in a seat far away at the other side of the apple, apparently a femenine silhouette and 2. this parallels I found)

As soon as he gets a taste of that fruit, through his own addictions, he begins to see it as an inherent part of himself. His reflection in the drink is wearing the clothes he wears when visiting the bar in Half, where he's also close to a woman, who in fact doesn't appear again in Cat. I doubt that infidelity occurred, mainly because Kazui himself clarifies that the situation "didn't end with that." I'd also like to revisit one of Cat's lines: "Oh, I'm drunk again – If I told you I liked-liked you, what would you do?" I doubt very much that he is telling this to his wife, so I think that because of his own drunkenness he ended up flirting with other people (I'm not saying that it was with the woman next to him, because his body language indicates respect more than anything and he doesn't seem to want anything with her, besides he doesn't seem to be drunk either. I would say, in fact, that he probably tried to flirt with the bartender(?)

His magic tricks start to fail, depicting how his facade is slowly weakening further due to his own dissatisfaction. This line “I can't stop, I can't be normal” along with the VD mentioning how he has tried to live “just like he was born, being himself” are pretty on point. To me, they're suggesting the possibility that Kazui really doesn't like women, which is why his relationship with Hinako was doomed from the start, taken much further to extremes due to his habit of smoking and drinking too much. In front of her, he removes his ring and transforms it into a cigarette, while asking her to take a break – once again making it clear how Kazui would come to neglect her marriage in favor of his escapism in addictions. After turning off the cigarette in his palm, it turns into the same dove we see at the beginning of the video. In front of the horrified face of his wife, Kazui rips off its head; this is the moment in which he reveals his dissatisfaction with the relationship and with his life as it is now, putting into perspective how his actions and decisions ended up condemning them both. The animal's blood splatters Hinako as a sign of how much this affects her, who then falls to the ground, dissolving just like a red apple that falls and dissolves into a red, blood-like liquid.

I also find it interesting that during this scene Kazui is depicted under a red light, which may not only refer to how he continues to see himself as guilty despite being voted innocent, but also symbolizes danger, risks and sensuality. "I want to be loved, like a cat" cats instinctively chase and kill birds. As much as you want to avoid it, they will always have that primal instinct. Kazui ends up "succumbing to instinct", or rather to his emotions. Meanwhile, Hinako is in a white background, much brighter than him – playing again with the perception of the perpetrator and the victim, that pure person who ended up going through all this because of his fault. She's also viewed from above, possibly because Kazui perceives her as someone less capable of handling all the difficulties that end up being revealed between them. The fact that the person she loves so much sees their commitment more as a punishment, the cruelest way of seeing things. She ends up committing suicide, overwhelmed by all the problems and the realization that everything has been just a lie until now. “Keep lying until you find the king of masquerade”, mask events are usually based on just acting under a mask and pretending to be someone you are not. Kazui is our king, who lies best and who comes out unscathed, until the catastrophic end unravels. ( The truth is that I haven't gotten much information about it online so I'm using what I remember about the Hunchback of Notredame, don't believe me too much, this post explains it much better.)

[hyperfixatinglove]

❤️ + 💜 for Jacob?? 💕

❤️ how did they meet? was it love at first sight, immediate enemies, or something in between?

Eden and Jacob met during summer camp they're counselors of. Eden was running late due to bad bus connections in middle of nowhere so everyone was already gathered to be instructed by Chris, leader & owner of the camp. Jacob was the one to take Eden to their cabin before the kids showed up.

Eden was quick to take shine to the man, since he joked a lot & seemed rather kind, but they're bothered by Jacob constantly trying to impress Emma, who's far prettier & more experienced than them. It hurt seeing Emma be so flattered by the attention, but Eden & Jacob are steady friends during summer months in Hackett camp. It's towards the end of the camp, couple weeks left when Emma puts her foot down & insists her relationship is just summer fling & Jacob should get with Eden since they're looking for longer relationship.

The other counselor's often dared Eden to do various romantic advances during truth or dares played by camp fire. Eden was often confused since Jacob was visibly happy whenever they complied with the dares.

Eden is the one to always laugh at Jacob's jokes & antics. Unless it's really out of line, his jokes are good to them. He would often end u cheering Eden up when they're feeling down, which ironically was caused by Jacob's own behaviour.

Jacob himself did enjoy Eden's company, but he was interested on Emma romantically for most of the summer camp. That doesn't mean he didn't have bubbling crush on Eden, but his focus on Emma deluded & smoke screened his feelings. He's left confused often during the summer why their interactions feel so right and natural. He would feel guilt when realizing his feelings while still dating Emma. Jacob is the kind of guy to completely devote himself to his partner and has hard time letting go. He's extremely clingy to Emma during the game and has notable difficulty to understand she doesn't want to renew their relationship. Which, I think turned Emma off. But Eden would love that side of him & after the whole Emma vs Eden thing is dealt with, Jacob would be bit more mature & have tools to work on this.

It's messy friendship & love triangle drama.

💜 how do they confess? is it a grand gesture or in a more mundane moment?

I could make the confession happen during the game since delicious almost death moments, Eden tagging along with Jacob entire game.. But truth be told I'd love them or us to be together when game takes place.

Of course that would change a lot, so that's probably it's own Canon AU and a lot of Emma & Jacob scenes just wouldn't happen.

It would be another moment of Eden sulking away from the kids and other counselors and Jacob, pushed by Emma, would approach them. Unlike other times when they meet like this, Jacob would instead be silent and not attempt to joke.

They would chat, Eden would spat about Emma & how to her Jacob is just temporary fling, how Jacob most likely just wants quick fuck, everything basically that's been on their mind.

I love the idea of Jacob being romantic & thus have 'big' confession, grand gesture. But I also like to imagine him being more awkward, a break from his frat boy persona. Yall should by now know I love pretending men who have vulnerabilities behind the masks.

I do know Jacob would make it big reveal to other counselors, most likely just kissing Eden out of the blue when they're all gathered around bonfire. Eden would get so embarrassed they wouldn't dare to show their face & hides on Jacob.

I think Dylan would ship us soo hard.

@the-green-knight

[essentiamortis]

@publicabsent sent a raven : amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ? how do they express that pride ? / botanical headcanons

pride in something: elizabeth is proud of her work. she's a perfectionist who holds herself to unhealthy high standards. that is across the board with her career as a medical examiner, assisting her father with filing through stacks and stacks of souls' files, gardening with persephone or even on her own. her studies, her spellworks, potions and wards. following the second gigantomachy ; she's setting up classes at BOTH camps because these demigods need to learn some basics like protection spells and apotropaic wards. she does delegate the actual teaching of this to eleusine ( lou ellen ) at camp half-blood and hazel levesque at camp jupiter. she expresses this pride by providing a good council to others. she won't tell anyone what to do with their lives but she will impart somethings she's learned from those whom reside in the underworld ( souls, daemons, and immortals. )

pride in someone: her parents. her demigod half-siblings. most demigods might not want to be demigods in another life but for elizabeth; if she had the option, she'd choose to be a daughter of hades ( and/or persephone ) in all of them. she'd do anything to protect her family. she is proud of the fact she grew up in the underworld, under the guidance of hades and persephone. she bloomed like a flower in spring within the land of the dead. neither of them tried to hold her back from learning new skills or deterred her from helping in any way she could. it's also the reason why she doesn't hold back in speaking her truth or trying to hide behind white lies ( aside from having to hide her parentage during the titan war. ) she does her best to follow their example although she still often judges before getting a full picture and make rash decisions.

which leads to her issues with nico and hazel. nico with convincing hades to fight to save olympus rather than letting it fall. she fought alongside them when hades revealed her parentage. the deaths of those demigods she cared for, became 'friends' with tore her apart to the point when she walks into the throne room and sees the spilled blood and burn marks next to the hearth...she can't even bare to spend another moment on olympus. once things have calmed down; her grief turns to rage. angry because her plan to have her parents become king and queen of the gods had fallen apart due to nico convincing their father to fight. it takes her a while and a lot of lectures from both her parents for her to come to terms with the fact that her brother was right.

as for hazel; her biggest issue is the fact that she was dead. though it takes time for her to get over a very important rule of the dead being broken; she has a profound amount of respect and adoration for her. the same can be said for nico. she is so incredibly proud of them. since hades/pluto can't acknowledge her existence; elizabeth does step more into a big sister role for her. she doesn't want to make the same mistakes with hazel like she'd done with nico. elizabeth tries to make time to visit camp jupiter and teach hazel the very same lessons that hecate had taught her.

in short; she's cheering for them both from the sidelines, which is where she wants to be and shines best at. this girl just wants to work, teach, and help in any way she can.

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine saying goodbye to Wakanda and leaving with Namor for Talokan

You were in your room packing a small bag of your most cherished possessions. There was probably no need to take your entire room with where you were going. You heard a pair of footsteps approaching your door and a few minutes later someone knocked on it three times.

“Its open” You called out

The door opened revealing and Shuri walked in with a grim look on her face. You dropped the folded up shirt on the bed, and turned around with your arms open without a shirt. Immediately Shuri walked into your embrace wrapping her arms around your neck.

“Please don’t go sister” she pleaded.

“I don’t want to but there’s no other choice” You said.

Shuri pulled back to look you in the eyes. “We can find another way all we need is a little more time.”

“Unfortunately that’s the one thing we don’t have” You whispered with a humorless chuckle. You brought a hand up to wipe away a single tear that escaped from her eyes. “Now don’t do that, this isn’t forever. I’m going to come back home one day.”

“How will that work exactly? Will you spend the three months up here consecutively or will they be spread out?” She asked in a dry tone in her voice.

“I don’t really know yet, but I guess that’s something I’ll have to figure out.”

“This isn’t fair we lost brother and now you’re being forced to leave. This wouldn’t be happening if I had recreated the heart-shaped herb by now.”

“Hey don’t do that this isn’t on anyone but-

“Your future husband,” Shuri said, cutting you off with a glare.

That was the one topic you were hoping wouldn’t be brought into the conservation. You had hoped you’d be able to pretend this was like some messed up mission. Where you were going to Talokan as some liaison or something to build a relationship between them and your nation. But no, here it was the truth: you were going to marry a man you barely knew, and go live in an underwater empire. In order to prevent a war, save a young girl’s life, and convince Wakanda to protect the secret of Talokan’s existence.

“It might take time but maybe I can truly learn to love him. He’s not all bad you know he took you to his home. Shuri you saw what he has to protect” You insisted.

“Yeah and I understand that but can’t he do it without taking you away from us” she replied.

“It was my choice to say yes.”

“It's not like he gave you a lot more options.”

You let out a sigh and pulled her back into the hug burying your face into her shoulder. It didn’t matter what you said there would be no convincing anyone close to you. That this was somehow not basically Namor forcing you into marriage with him. Then again maybe you were trying to convince yourself rather than them to make it easier.

“Come on, you can help pick out all the good stuff from my closet.” You told her breaking free from the hug to head over to the giant walk-in closet

“Oh you know I’m going to give you all the bad options right so I just take the rest for myself once you’re gone” Shuri said with a smirk. You laughed, “I expect nothing less from my little sister.” It was nice to be able to have at least one light-hearted moment with her before leaving.

You and Shuri spent the next hour or so raiding your closet with the occasional argument breaking out over a clothing item. When you would catch her trying to hide something behind her back from your view. In the end she played it's going to be the last thing I have to remember you by card. You reminded yourself you weren’t dying, and made it clear your room better remain untouched for when you return. Eventually the two of you stumbled upon an old photo album on the top shelf, and that’s how Queen Romanda found her two daughters. Both of you were cuddled up against each other on the floor at the foot of your bed with a photo album in both of your laps. As you flip through it, stopping every now and then to reminisce about the funniest and best moments of your childhood.

“Well at least I get to have one more good memory of my daughters together before you leave.” She said alerting both of you to her presence. She took a seat on the bed beside you and reached down to make a mess of your hair.

“You two do know I’m not dying right?” You asked.

“My child you’re lucky I’m letting you carry out this ridiculous mission” Queen Romanda said.

“I guess this means the Council didn’t have a better idea” You said.

She shook her head. “The only thing they could think of was offering up Riri instead.”

You frowned. “That was never an option.”

“I know my child I just wish you would’ve came to me when Namor made his offer”

“Mom you would’ve sent me off to some discreet location with Ayo or something” You told her.

Your mother let out a sigh not denying the accusation.

You felt Shuri squirming against you and turned to see what was wrong. She was digging something out of her pocket. It was a small black box.

“I made you something to take down there with you,” She said, opening the box. On the inside was a simple black ring band obviously made out of vibranium. “I know he’s going to be worried about you having your kimoyo beads on, and any other of our technology. The design is simple enough it shouldn’t attract any attention, and if it helps I made him a matching one.” On her other hand was a similar black box that must hold a bigger ring for Namor.

“There isn’t like a secret feature in there that’s going to let you shock him from up here whenever you want right?” You asked. Instead of just giving you a straight answer Shuri shrugged her shoulders. You took the ring out of the box and slipped it on your finger. It was the perfect fit and she was right about it not standing out. You stuffed the other box in your pocket.

Shuri leaned forward to place a quick kiss to your forehead before getting up to leave. “I’m going to let mother have some alone time with you now. Don’t worry all of us will be escorting you to the beach before dawn.”

You turned too lookout at the sky. It was still dark out but there was a hint of darker blue mixing in with the darkness. In just a couple more hours it would be time for your departure.

“Come up here y/n” Queen Romanda said softly. You obeyed, pulling yourself up onto the bed. She wasted no time wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer. “If you truly don’t want to do this just say the word, and we will find another way.”

“Mom, he nearly killed you. If Wakanda goes to war with Talokan, I might not be able to save you or protect everyone else. At least with this way no one has to die or get hurt.” You told her.

She pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Why didn’t you tell me about your gifts before all of this happened?”

You didn’t answer right away trying to find the reason exactly why you hid your powers from your mother. In the beginning it was purely out of fear the power came out of nowhere and it was so destructive. You didn’t know if the powers were a gift or a curse, so you sought out T’Challa’s aid first. Knowing he would do everything in his power to help you learn how to master the abilities, and if you couldn’t do it. He would help you come up with a way to suppress them so you wouldn’t be a danger to anyone or yourself. After you learned control there really wasn’t anything stopping you from revealing the truth to the rest of your loved ones. So why did you hide them? “I didn’t know what these powers meant or where they came from? I still don’t know till this day I was worried about what the Council would think. They tend to be very superstitious about these types of things. I was afraid it would change things for me” You finally answered after giving it some thought.

“Oh my child I would let this kingdom burn before I let anything happen to you. I can’t-” she paused to correct herself. “I won’t lose another child and I need you to know that if Namor is playing some angle. I will come for you.” You simply nodded and rested your head on her chest. Queen Romanda wrapped her other arm around your body, and that was how the two of them stayed for the rest of the night. When it was just an hour out from dawn you snuck out from the palace to the jets. It didn’t surprise you that both Okoye and Nakia were waiting. Of course you weren’t going to get anything past them.

“So what then no proper goodbye for your family?” Nakia asked with a raised eyebrow.

“We both know if I let them come they're going to try and stop me” You replied.

“And how do you know we’re not going to try and stop you?” Okoye shot back.

“Because both of us understand why I have to do this better than anyone. Y’all know there is no other way out of this without a war” You said adjusting your bag on your shoulder. You hoped you were right and this wasn’t about to turn into a fight to escape Wakanda.

Okoye and Nakia exchanged a look then motioned for you to follow them onto the jet which you did. The trip to the beach was made in silence. When the jet landed there was still ten minutes to spare which you spent with them. “Take care of my mother and Shuri? You said.

“You know I’m going to general or not I will always be loyal to your family” Okoye reassured you.

“Y/N when you do return make sure you find the time to stop by in Haiti” Nakia stated.

“You’re not staying in Wakanda?” It was more of a statement than a question.

She shook her head “make sure you come visit me.”

You nodded.

Okoye made a gesture over your shoulder and you took a quick glance to see Namor hovering over the water, eyes focused on you. It was time.

“Well I guess this is it.” You dug out five envelopes from your bag each of them had a letter encased on the inside. You held them out and Okoye gently took them from your hand. “There wasn’t enough time for me to say everything I wanted to, so I put it on paper. Make sure everyone gets them.”

Okoye gave you a nod and both her and Nakia embraced you before watching you depart to the beach. Namor flew down to the ground to meet you with an unreadable expression.

“You thought I was going to back out” You accused.

He shook his head. “I thought your country would put up more of a fight, especially with them.” He nodded to where Okoye and Nakia were standing.

“Trust me they don’t like this anymore than my mother does, but they trust me and I’m trusting you. Don’t betray that Namor” You told him.

“Of course mi amour let’s go, your new home awaits” Namor replied, holding out his hand. You took it, letting you pull it to his chest. Once his arms were secured around your waist his wings started fluttering and his body rose in the air. In a blink of an eye he disappeared into the ocean.

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Hey there! If I haven’t missed the cutoff for requests, I’d love smut prompt 1 (never tease me like that again) for Arthur. Excited to read everything you’re working on! ❤️

Oh, Katie! I've been writing this out since yesterday and I've had to take multiple tea/coffee breaks in between because... lord have mercy... what I was writing was affecting me 🥵. I needed to breath! 🤣 Thank you so much for sending this into my blog, my love. Not only was this prompt so good for our boy Arthur, but I also really enjoy writing the reader being a tease in just the very best way. 😏

The Inevitable

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x You (F!Reader)

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Friends to Lovers. Mutual Pining. Lots of Teasing from reader. Backache & Back Massages. Accidental Boner. Switch between Rough Arthur and Soft Arthur. Smut. Oral (M receiving). Deepthroating. Praise Kink. Use of 'good girl'. Gentle Sex and Fluff.

Prompt: "Never tease me like that again."

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The art of being a tease is knowing how to use it in such a subtle way that just sparks the best type of reaction, and that art is something you use again today with Arthur Morgan. 

Arthur and you have been dancing around your feelings for each other for quite some time now, and although you’re certain he’s attracted to you, and you’re not afraid to make the first move, you just play the role of a tease so well that it makes the man second guess himself and question whether or not he’s right to assume you’re flirting.

Which you are flirting, but you’re being so delicate with it and it’s just too fun to watch him get flustered with uncertainty. The lead up to the inevitable is too fun. The inevitable being that he, or yourself, finally breaks and reveals the truth about the attraction you feel towards each other. 

Starting off plain and simple this evening, you walk over to the fire around the outside of camp and make your complaints of a sore back audible to his ears when taking a seat. “Fuck me,” you say, groaning as if you were in pain but it could easily be misinterpreted as a sound of pleasure. The man damn near snapped his neck to look at you, a look of sheer panic evident on his face before he saw why you said those words. 

“Are you ok, girl?” He asks, mirroring your grimacing expression and even feeling a phantom twinge of pain. He, too, has suffered with backache in the past and he knows how bothersome it can be, which is why you chose this tactic to tease him. It’s to play on his sympathy. 

“No, not really,” You shake your head with a little gasp, another sound that could easily send mixed signals. “I think I slept wrong, but don’t worry, I’ll be okay. Thank you, Arthur.” You try to smile but pretend that it was too painful and before you could even think on what to do next, the man was moving from his seat with a determination to help. “Sit on the floor, I’ll sit behind and rub ya back,” he says, and it’s not what you were expecting at all, but you were more than happy to oblige. 

Moving slowly, so you don’t give yourself away, you get into position and wait till he touches your back before letting out a little moan from the contact. “Shit, did I hurt yer?” Arthur worries, to which you shake your head and explain. “No, no. Not at all. Don’t stop, Arthur,” You sigh breathily when he rubs your back again, “Feels so good.” You say, purposely toying with him with your choice of words and how you voice them. 

You feel the way his breath stutters across your neck, as if he were choking up, and from the way he shifted his position ever so slightly just shows that he’s affected by your words. He’s probably turned on right now, trying to hide his erection without making it obvious.

“There!” You call out rather loudly and dart out to hold his leg at your side, “Holy shit. Right there, Arthur.” You point, showing him the right spot and he continues to knead the heel of his hand into the area. It really did feel good, thus warranting your reactions to some extent, only you exaggerated them with a lot of pretty sounding ‘oohs’ and ‘awws’. 

Arthur was quite clearly affected by the sound of your voice as he began to pant under his breath with the quietest groan slipping past his lips. You felt his free hand drop to his crotch, no matter how much he tried to hide it, you felt him holding his manhood, no doubt to ease the ache you were causing. This is exactly why you have so much fun teasing him because it’s only a matter of time before he catches onto what you’re doing. 

“You’re really good at this,” You whine and lean forward a little, causing your shirt to ride up and reveal some skin, “Should come to you for a back massage more often,” You joke lightly, hoping that the humour disguises your true intent, only he doesn't answer.

You tilt your head to the side when he doesn’t answer and see the wanton look in his eyes, shrouded with desire and filthy thoughts, but as soon as he sees you looking, he quickly snaps out of it. “Huh? Did ya say something?” He asks as blood begins pooling in his cheeks, embarrassed for nearly getting caught.

You fought the urge to smirk and instead went for a warm, genuine smile. “I said you’re really good at this, Arthur,” You repeat your words for him, batting your eyelashes a little as you blush, really, truly blush, “And that I should come to you more often for a back massage.” 

“Yeah,” He visibly gulps with an eager nod, his eyes dropping to your lips briefly, “Yeah, of course. Anytime, sweetheart.” He looks away, and from what you can only assume, it’s because he’s close to acting on his impulse to kiss you. “Um,” He clears his throat nervously, almost hesitant to speak, “Do you want me to lift your shirt a little? It’s fine if you don’t wanna, just think the bare contact of my hands on your back might feel better, might make you feel better I mean.” 

“Yes. I love that,” You reply, then look straight ahead and bite your lip with a palpable pulse in your heat, just adoring the way he stumbles over his own words. For a man with such ferocity and focus when out on jobs with the guys, he can be really quite shy and unsure of himself at times when in your presence. You love the contrasts in his personality, it’s what drew you in from the very first moment you met him. 

Leaning forward some more, you bend your knees to rest your cheek against your legs and close your eyes to relish in the comfort of his touch. It was the truth when you said he is really good at back massages. You could get used to this and would love to reciprocate the gesture for him too.

You hum contently with real moans of satisfaction slipping past your lips, not over the top or exaggerated, just authentic sounds of pleasure. “Makin’ me feel sleepy, Arthur,” You mumble with a smile, “I could fall asleep easily to this,” you giggle softly before reminding yourself of the role you’re playing, “Your hands are so big and warm, hitting all the right spots that just feel so fucking good.”

Your eyes suddenly spring open when he stops moving and tuts loudly. Fearing that the jig is up, you tilt your head to look at him, rolling your lips together to hide your amusement with flared nostrils as you fight the urge to laugh. Arthur looked at you with narrowed eyes, his expression stoic, yet cold and unforgiving.

“You playing with me, girl?” He hisses, crooking one eyebrow as your cheeks burn red from the fire in his words. You don’t answer him because you don’t know how to respond. He had caught you completely off guard, and the loss of the upper hand was exciting, however your silence speaks for you, answering his question loud and clear without a need for words and he acts on it accordingly.

“Was ya back even sore, darling? Or were you just looking for any excuse to feel my hands on your body?” He leans in to ask another question, holding your hip firmly while dragging his thumb across your skin, a small gesture that reassures he’s not actually annoyed or mad with you, but he is in fact enjoying the upper hand. 

“Maybe.” You whisper, already feeling some of the wrath that’s about to come your way. 

“Maybe.” He repeats your words, as if mocking you while he shakes his head, “Well, Y/N…” His hand slips around your front before yanking you back to feel the full extent of his erection poking into your ass from behind, “...Never tease me like that again…” He growls into your ear, his voice deep and seductive, “Not unless you want your cunt stuffed with my cock, sweetheart.” 

“I do want that, Arthur,” You sigh as your head lolls back to his shoulder with a whine escaping you, “God, I want that so much, you don’t even know the half of it.” 

“Oh, I can take a guess,” He rises from the floor, bringing you with him and keeping you glued to his chest as he walks towards his tent. “Now that I know you’ve been playing games, it clears a lot of things up from the past coupla weeks, don’t it?” He asks rhetorically. There wasn’t a need for an answer because he knows that he’s right, and you know that he’s right too. 

Everything is becoming crystal clear for the man as each and every occasion where you’ve been teasing him has just resurfaced, thus fuelling his idea of revenge in the very best way. While walking to his tent, his hand remains on your lower stomach, his fingers dipping inside the waistband of your pants as he feels the hairs on the top of your mound.

"Want me to touch you down there, huh?" Arthur asks, and when you nod in reply, he chuckles sinisterly. "Well, that's just too bad ain't it. I gotta teach you a lesson first." He enters his tent with your hurriedly, “Get on your knees, Y/N.” He demands while closing the covers, concealing you both with much needed privacy. You drop to the floor eagerly, desperately, and look up at him with big doe eyes, your hands resting to your legs as you await his next instruction. 

Arthur glares down at you, although there was a hint of love and excitement in his eyes for this very moment in which he’s dreamed about many nights, he holds off on the urge to be passionate and gentle. He instead chooses to be rough and merciless. “You hit my leg twice if it’s too much.” Arthur nods affirmatively while pulling the suspenders off his shoulders, letting them drop down his sides before reaching for the zipper on his jeans. 

The man doesn’t even bother pulling his pants down, he just pulls his cock through the opening then reaches out to hold the back of your head. You spend a moment looking at his cock, your eyes widening with the thought of him stretching you open later. His length looked like it would be a perfect fit for you, but his girth was most impressive and just thinking about him inside of you makes your legs squeeze together. “Open that pretty little mouth for me.” He says, snapping you out of your amazement as you look back up at him. 

You continue to hold Arthur’s direct line of sight as your mouth opens and he guides himself past your lips, his eyes threatening to close from the contact of your wet tongue. A brief crack in the rough character he was playing into. His mouth falls open with a groan spilling out as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking gently while swirling your tongue in a circular motion. You hum and moan when feeling him push forward, searching for more of your warmth wrapped around him. 

“Oh, that’s it,” He grunts, eyes rolling to the back of his head upon hearing you gag. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” He pulls back, only to thrust forward again and hit the back of your throat, drawing out an obscenely loud and filthy sound of you choking. “Relax ya jaw… There, just like that.” He rewards your efforts with praise, “There ya go, good girl.” 

Steadily rocking his hips back and forth, while grunting and groaning through the pleasure, you reach up and tug on his shirt, to which he looks down and sees what you’re asking for. Arthur then pulls his shirt off and looks back down to your eyes, watching the irises expand as you take in the sight of his top half nude. Your expression softens with lust, adoration and worship, and it makes his chest swell with pride and boosts his confidence. You could see it too. You could see the confidence exuding from him, all from a simple look. 

Still holding his line of sight, you bob your head back and forth while continuing to admire his body. You watched in awe as the muscles in his stomach tensed with the build-up of his climax, you watched the way his biceps and his pecs flexed, drawing your attention to the sexy amount of hair on his chest or the brute strength in his arms, the veins so prominent and strong. Arthur could probably hold you in his arms and fuck you with ease, and that thought alone makes you mewl. 

Your hands drop between your legs, cupping your pussy over the fabric of your pants to ease some of the ache in your muscles. It just felt so tight and sore, desperately needing to be stretched and massaged by his dick. Opening your mouth as wide as you could, you ignored the slight discomfort in your jaw and focused on all the beautiful noises he was making - because of you. This is all you ever wanted, to make Arthur feel so euphoric and lost within the pleasure that you provide. 

“I’m close, darling,” He gasps, one hand reaching up to hold onto the beam above his head, and his other hand sliding down his stomach to flatten his palm over his lower abdomen. It’s as if the blissful feeling growing rapidly in his stomach was just so strong that it was almost too much.

You watch his brows knitting together tightly, his mouth falling open and spill delectable throaty groans as he rests his forehead against his upper arm, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The sight looked so erotic and sinful, yet as pretty as a picture as the same time, especially from this angle as you look up and see the droplets rolling down his chest. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He rambles, grunting and whining in tandem with the movements of his hips rocking back and forth, chasing the peak of his orgasm. You sample a taste of his release with salty flavoured beads of cum leaking out onto your tongue and your eyes close on instinct as you hum and moan around him, the vibrations of your voice working perfectly to push him over the edge. 

“Ughnn, fuuuck!” He cries out, and your eyes suddenly spring open for a second time this evening as he shoots a load into your mouth. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Arthur pleads, looking down at you with desperate eyes, “Take it, sweetheart. Take it all,” His body shudders, the skin dimpling with goosebumps as you gulp back ropes upon ropes of his seed and suck him clean until there was nothing left he could give. 

Once the man's head comes back down from cloud nine, he kneels to the floor and cups your cheek before pulling you in to kiss your lips. You moan with surprise that he didn’t care about where your lips had just been. Past lovers would always make a fuss about it, but Arthur didn’t care. He even deepened the kiss and hummed, as if enjoying the remnants of his own desire on your tongue. It was turning you on even more, making you hungry and feral for his touch where you want it most. 

“Arthur,” You beg, your hands pawing at his chest as he lowers his hands to your ass with a groping squeeze. You couldn’t take it any longer, the ache in your core was growing worse and you needed to feel some ease, whether it be his tongue, fingers or cock, you don’t care. You just need him to be the one who takes care of your needs.

Upon feeling his fingers slip inside the waistband of your pants to pull them down, you break from the kiss to lift your shirt over your head, exposing your top half completely. “Jesus,” He whispers while gazing at your chest, “Always wondered what you look like underneath.” He admits before ducking his head down to kiss the top of your breasts softly and gently, using the sharpness of his beard to tickle your skin in the most delightful way.

Your back arches into him, your breathing beginning to pant as his lips lower to your nipple. He seals his lips around the sensitive bud, drawing out the sweetest whine from your lips while tearing your pants down along with your undergarments. “Yes, oh fuck yes,” You reward him vocally as your head lolls back to savour every second of his loving touch.

Arthur’s hands slip around to your front, his fingers easily gliding through your folds, just oozing with your slick. “So warm and wet,” He grunts into your chest and traps your nipple between his teeth, biting carefully, pleasurably. “Mind if I indulge?” He asks, and you’re already shaking your head before he could finish asking. “No, God no. Please Arthur,” You beg, “Please hurry, I need you now, honey.” 

The sound of your voice, so desperate and sweet, weakened the man's composure to maintain his dominance. The plan to teach you a lesson, to be rough and merciless, ultimately fell apart. He broke. He was crumbling like soft putty in your embrace before lifting you up the bed to evenly lay his weight down on top of you. “I gotchu, darling,” He whispers reassuringly while pulling his jeans down to his thighs, “I’ve got you, Y/N,” He repeats, clearer this time, firmer and with certainty. 

Lining himself up at your entrance, you hold onto his biceps with your fingers digging into the brute strength of his muscles, nodding for him to continue. You want it, need it; need to feel him open and make love to you like no one else. “Ungh, God!” You yelp from the slight pinch when he breaches your walls, a yelp mixed with pain and pleasure. “Keep going,” You nod again, this time running your hands up to the back of his neck, urging him to close the gap and kiss you. 

Arthur obliges. Kissing your lips passionately, yet fervently, it works as a distraction to the discomfort as he buries himself slowly, inch by inch. Once he’s buried to the hilt, and only then, he breaks from the kiss to look at you, unmoving to let you adjust, while admiring the lust clouding your eyes. Your desire coats the hairs on his mound, he can feel it, so plentiful and silky. You pulse around him, squeezing his cock so tightly that it causes him to grunt and exhale heavy breaths of satisfaction. 

“God damn. I could cum like this. Just buried inside, feeling you fall apart on me.” He sighs, dropping his head to your neck and nipping kisses on your skin. He begins to grind, so careful and generous, his subtle movements felt incredible and the stimulation to your clit provided sensational pleasure. Arthur kept doing this, never, not once, breaking the rhythm, and he was right, he did climax just from the feeling of you falling apart. But he didn’t stop there. 

All night long, the man kept grinding until you were exhausted and couldn’t take any more rounds of pleasure.

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Seeing A Heart

Pairing: Dazai x gn!reader

Word count: 0,7k

Cw: Dazai sadness :(

Dazai is a beautiful thing in your life, and you want him to see that

You’d felt rather down today. As for why, you weren’t sure. It simply seemed sadness had decided today was a good day to take ahold of your heart.

Trying to escape said feeling, you decided to go for a quiet stroll around a less busy part of the city. The river stayed your companion as you passed trees, benches, and the occasional person – all tinted with the soft orange of the sky. You stopped by a railing, looking out upon the water. It felt lonely, yet strangely fulfilling, spending time to take in what you normally took for granted.

“What’s a lovely something like you doing out here all by your lonesome?”

You smile, not even bothering to look in his direction. “Admiring the things I’ve been given in life.”

Dazai shifts, letting his thumbs rest in his pockets. “Hn, then perhaps I should leave you be?” he ponders. “The sin a man like me carries would surely be enough to taint your view of the world.” You can hear the humor he attempts to paint his words in, yet it doesn’t reach them fully. If he didn’t believe what he said, would he not be leaning on the railing beside you?

Your eyes meet his frame, and despite his words, you see nothing that could taint your vision. The wind gently plays with his wavy dark hair, and the sky – now bright with color – outlines his body so elegantly that you’d sooner say you were in the presence of a man carrying God’s blessing than a sinner. There is nothing ugly in your view, though there is sadness in those eyes. A deep pool of melancholy trying to hide behind the quirk of a lip.

"Quite the opposite. I believe you enhance it.”

He blinks at you before an airy laugh leaves him. “While I know my outside can be rather appealing, I believe my inside... fails to match it.” An almost unreadable look crosses his eyes. “You of all people should know that.”

A sigh leaves your nose. He’d bore his truth to you before, revealing a dark past riddled with iniquity. He worked hard to build up a persona free of it all, yet in quiet moments like this, he showed you his thoughts – the threads in his head that tied him down. You know that if he didn’t want you to, you wouldn’t see a thing. And yet here he was, uncovering them in this moment so you could. It was a sign of trust. And so, you figured it would only be right for you to give him your honesty in return.

You take a step toward him, gently letting one hand cradle his. The other goes to one side of his face, barely touching it. «If you believe there is something wrong with people seeing the beauty in you, then I suppose there must be something wrong with me.” There was a sense of vulnerability in sharing something like that, making your cheeks flush a shade of red. Still, you continue, voice firm. “Because I see it plain as day.”

He takes a moment to processes what he's just heard. While you wish to give him time, there's only so much silence you can handle before your embarrassment swallows you. Just as you begin to pull your hand away from his cheek, he gently grabs ahold of it. There’s a small smile on his lips as he sighs, thumb stroking the back of your hand. “You truly are good, [Name].”

You smile, an amused huff leaving you. “Good is about perspective. And from mine, I’d say there’s some in you too. Seeing as you happened to show up here when I was sad and lonely.”

A laugh escapes him. “My, aren’t you perceptive?” He gets closer, face inches from yours. “And what if it truly was coincidence, hm? Can you prove it wasn’t?”

You grab both his hands, grinning. “Either way I’m happy you’re here, so it’s a win for me!”

Your words seem to catch him off guard, face turning thoughtful for a second as he studies yours. Then his expression changes, and you’re graced with something beyond valuable.

A genuine smile.

“Come, I'll escort you home."

You’d seen his truth. You’d seen his thoughts. Yet now, with that smile of his, you felt you were seeing a glimpse of something even more precious.

You were seeing his heart.

[mizutori-heiko]

Mizutori’s bakudeku fanfiction master list [complete works]

Really really good writing by these incredible authors. In no particular order! These are all Top!Bakugou and Bottom!Deku. If A/B/O dynamics then it’s Alpha!Bakugou and Omega!Deku. Yes, I have preferences.

Canon World – until 15k

What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me? by reading_raindrop | 8,303 | Izuku starts calling him Bakugou and it pisses the explosive teen off a lot more than he thought it would.

Oh right, you were a little sh*t by SaysiWrites | 5,653 | When Midoriya Izuku gets hit by an age-reversion Quirk, the last thing anyone expected to find out is that Toddler-Izuku is a little shit. Except for one Bakugou Katsuki, who has seen this phase one too many times already. (Bonus+ the entire Little Sh*t (Kidfic) series)

Do Not Disturb by surveycorpsjean | 10,010 | Apply enough force, and something is bound to break.

And Atlas fell by supercrunch | 15,185 | They move in together, after a while. Katsuki joins Best Jeanist and Izuku trains under Gran Torino. They still take comfort in each other every day, curl up in bed and kiss and talk about how life is going. Their live are tumultuous, after all, what with villains and training and rescuing people every week. It’s nice to have something certain. At the end of a day filled with violence and adrenaline, Izuku knows he can come home to someone concrete. It’s perfect. Being a hero is scary and grueling and uncertain, but this part is just right. And then, one day, a child dies in Izuku’s arms.

be loved by bonnia | 5,403 | The kidnapping incident leaves bakugou traumatised about being touched on the back of his neck, and midoriya decides to take matters into his own hands.

Big Protein by Mysecretfanmoments | 13,683 | Bakugou Katsuki has a thriving hero career, an agent to manage his famous attitude, and absolutely zero romantic interest in anyone. With the exception of his favourite health food joint refusing to expand to his city, his life is pretty damn perfect—so why does a viral video revealing Deku's stash of dirty mags involving him and Deku together turn everything upside-down?

Chocolate cake and resin preserved flowers by Anoksun | 11,396 | Izuku loses his memories. Katsuki struggles not to lose Izuku too.

Twin Stars by theperksofbeinglarissa | 8,435 | When Deku saves a woman's life, her quirk is accidentally activated. Her quirk? She reveals a person's soulmate. A star-shaped mark appears on Midoriya's left arm... and on Bakugou's as well. Kirishima is the only one who knows that Bakugou is Midoriya's soulmate, and Bakugou isn't taking the news very well. Can the twin stars of class 1-A work out their differences and find their happy ending?

Unhealthy Fixations by Thesis | 12,522 | Izuku is an adult who knows better than to crush on his childhood bully. AND YET.

Like the Moon by osakakitty | 14,781 | Katsuki Bakugo is having constant, erotic dreams about Izuku Midoriya. He isn’t sure why, but they won’t go away. In order to make them stop, he needs to figure out what Izuku Midoriya means to him.

Worth a Second Shot by cinnabee | 13,080 | Katsuki and Izuku celebrate registering as a Hero Duo together with a big party. What could go wrong?

Like Something Out of A Shoujo Manga by Merrywetherweather | 2,971 | Deku ends up in a rather interesting quirk accident, one that triggers flag events as if he were the protagonist of an otome game.

Canon World – 15k++

Blood Moon by lalazee | 94,860 | The Thank-Fuck-We-Aren’t-Dead Sex had started then, and had never really stopped. Then came the feelings and the fights. The ego, the pride, the jealousy. And then there was Us.

The Way You Used To Do by edema_ruh | 669,463 | During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Stuck in a ghost-like state, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in this state is no one other than Kacchan.

Just Like Breathing by MD_Daydreamer | 35,423 | Izuku got engaged. He didn't mind. If that made Uraraka happy, he could do it. He thought his life wouldn't change much.But then, Kacchan went to live in the USA.

briar roses (and hundred years of sleep) by vannral | 15,951 | In which Izuku is hit by a ‘Sleeping Beauty’ Quirk, Class 3-A tries to find his True Love and get them to kiss him, and Katsuki’s very angry about it all.

"what's your type?" by sapphicflower | 20,192 | In order to increase their popularity rankings as up and coming pro heroes, Izuku and Katsuki participate in the most popular late night talk show for hero duos - ‘Heroes Rising!’. They’re killing it, obviously, because they know each other from inside and out. Until one question stumps the two of them: “What is your hero partner’s type?”

and it was Just Right by cinnabee | 23,759 | Katsuki spends two years post-graduation in a furious one-sided competition with his childhood friend and rival's promotional photos - until they finally run into each other, and, well. You shouldn't believe everything you see in magazines. A love story about size differences.

Notice Me, Nerd by useless_donut | 40,000 | Bakugou is in love with Midoriya. He doesn’t hide it, in fact it’s so painfully obvious that the entire class of 3-A has him figured out in a matter of months (days, in some cases). Too bad Midoriya is the most oblivious motherfucker out there, and Bakugou is too damn stubborn to actually ask him out. A love story as witnessed by the class of 3-A.

in your dreams, nerd! by sapphicflower | 37,639 | In a strange and unexpected set of circumstances, Izuku and Katsuki find themselves sharing their dreams together whenever they happen to fall asleep at the same time. Being hopelessly in love with each other, they don’t mind it all that much. What better way to spend time with your crush than in a stupidly vivid dream?

Hear Me by my_name_is_Levi | 22,419 | It wasn’t as if nightmares were uncommon for the freshman class of Yuuei. They’d seen plenty of things, heard and felt and witnessed enough travesty in their lives to last them a lifetime. But Midoriya Izuku was screaming, and no one, not even Bakugo Katsuki could ignore it.

Bridges by supercrunch | 18,018 | Bakugou is signed up for a Calvin Klein modeling gig. The thing is, they really do need the money. And Katsuki's technically the leader of this bunch of morons, so he finds himself taking the job even though his pride will never recover. And even though nobody thought to tell him that he'd be working with his ex-boyfriend. You know, the cute freckled guy from high school who went and broke his heart. So, yeah. This whole situation kind of sucks.

objective truth by mamalade | 15,390 | Izuku gets hit with a truth quirk, as one does. He seems to be handling it well—until Katsuki shows up.

catharsis by dollcewrites | 15,071 | It's been six years since Izuku graduated.It's been six years since he confessed to his childhood friend; his classmate and his inspiration. It's been six years since he deleted Bakugou's number, asked his friends not to mention the name, spent every last effort of his heart turning off the TV and averting his eyes from the newspapers. It's been six, long, long years since he gave up on Katsuki Bakugou ever loving him back.

Here here, my friends and me (You are my familia) by Jeka | 128,832 | Bakugou Katsuki has made a great job of ignoring the fact that he is tragically in love with Deku, someone who could never love him like that and let's face it, he doesn't deserve. Now that he can't ignore it anymore, he has to find a way to keep his childhood friend and move on for his own sake. Or so he had thought, maybe he can have Deku, after all. Izuku has everything he always wanted in life. But suddenly he has to navigate the most important relationship in his life through different eyes.

Canon World – Jealous! 

Hands Off by SaysiWrites | 7,140 | When a new girl at school starts flirting with Bakugou, his friends quickly become invested in the idea of their friend experiencing love - even if he doesn't seem at all interested in her. What they don't see is Midoriya fuming in the background. But how can he get rid of her when they've spent so long keeping their relationship a secret?

Surfaces by surveycorpsjean | 25,225 | Katsuki has a new girlfriend, but something isn't right. As impossible as it is, Izuku can't help but wonder what it'd be like to be called Katsuki's girl.

Green-Eyed Beast by SecretKiwi | 4,721 | Everyone wants a piece of Katsuki Bakugou, but they should beware of the Green-eyed beast always lurking close behind him.

Green with Envy by Sol_Morales707 | 2,611 | Izuku Midoriya is not as innocent and pure as everyone thinks he is. The truth was he was very jealous and willing to do anything for a certain blonde.

Happy Camper by Arysa | 7,074 | Wanting a break from the stress of dealing with the rookie Pro Hero grind, a handful of students from Class A decide to go on a camping trip. Izuku's excited to relax and catch up with everyone, especially Kacchan. But, well, Kacchan's... Kacchan. And dating Kirishima.

How to stop time: kiss by Teddingtons | 31,693 | Deku finally asks Uraraka out. Everyone's supportive except Bakugou who can't even look him in the eye. Deku seeks him out after and is hit with truth.

What I Deserve by s_the_queen | 16,671 | When Izuku starts dating a student in General Studies, everyone is happy for him. She's super sweet and really caring. But something doesn't sit right with Katsuki.

Deku's Already Fucking Taken by asdfjkl129 | 20,704 | 5 times people don't realize that Deku is already in a very happy relationship and try their hand at asking him out, and then in Bakugou's unique and special style, get very firmly corrected, +1 time where no correction is needed.

His by sister_elric | 6,206 | Izuku would like to consider himself a pretty level headed individual. Sure, he had the occasional tunnel vision, especially when it came to training. And hero work. And Kacchan. But, overall, Midoriya felt as though he typically kept his cool. Well, maybe that was a stretch. But, at the very least he could understand his own emotions. So, it surprised even him when an unfamiliar emotion coursed through him as a first year approached his boyfriend, Katsuki.

Down the Red Line by MinervaHope | 7,804 | Izuku has been able to see the red strings of fate since birth. It's no surprise that his is connected to Katsuki.

Canon World – Fake Relationship Goes Wrong

how he should’ve known (and how it turned out) by vannral | 43,918 | In which Katsuki and Izuku pretend to be a couple to avoid journalists, the plan backfires magnificently because of course it does, and the act goes on. Includes feelings, pining, domestic fluff and jealousy.

Vicious by feelslikefire | 105,173 | Midoriya and Bakugou wind up in the very last position either of them thought they'd be in: Hero Partners. It's not fun, but they learn to cope. Their first big assignment together takes them undercover to infiltrate a cult, but the situation turns out far more sinister than they first thought.

What I can never tell you by Mikacrispy | 27,067 | After living in the US for 5 years, Izuku returns to take care of a concussed Bakugou who believes they're engaged. Now, Izuku has to pretend he's in a relationship with the man he's loved for most of his life, knowing that it's just a matter of time until Katsuki gets better and realizes it's all a lie.

Not-Dating by MiraChaDoodles | 14,290 | Katsuki takes Deku on a not-date to save his career, only to find himself wishing it were real.

we'll do the things that lovers do by ethereals | 29,544 | Izuku gets an invitation to Shouto's wedding and Katsuki is PISSED that he asks Kirishima to be his date (also he wasn't even fucking invited

Canon World – Friends With Benefits (?) 

Four Times Bakugou Katsuki Doesn't Intend to Sleep With Midoriya Izuku (And the One Time that He Does) by fallingraine85 | 17,601 | He hadn’t planned for any of this. He isn’t about to go delving into the ball of yarn that is Midoriya Izuku’s heart; he isn’t equipped to try and untangle and make sense of it all. He isn’t about to try to analyze how he’s feeling about all of this, either.... How many times can you repeat the same mistake?

We Wear Chains on the Weekend by surveycorpsjean | 35,086 | Well, in a day of revelations, it turns out that Izuku isn't as vanilla as Katsuki previously thought. Unfortunately, that fascinating discovery is overshadowed by Izuku's dumbassery, because he has zero concept of aftercare."Don't go to anyone else," Katsuki says, because screw it. He can do a better job anyways. Or; Katsuki finds Izuku on a bad drop.

Just for Now by Shiro_Kabocha | 48,135 | Katsuki's parents are out of town over a school break and to keep him from getting up to any shenanigans, they ask Izuku to house sit with him. What are two teenaged boys to do when left alone to their own devices? (Bonus+ the entire Just for Love series)

safe in the darkness by yoonskisses | 20,855 | Izuku and Katsuki had been meeting up secretly for months, with absolutely no feelings involved. Or so Katsuki thought at least. The dorm gossip about Ochaco and Izuku's new relationship seemed to set a spanner in the works for their arrangement.

Alternative Universe – No Quirks

Bluebird by EtherealBeing | 53,108 | Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katsuki was well aware of that fact. However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn't enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.

Someone Borrowed by mynameis152 | 138,996 | It felt like hours that he stared at Izuku, coming to terms with the fact that a man, his childhood best friend, whom he hadn’t seen since their senior year of high school, was there in front of his very eyes. Then his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched before he uttered through gritted teeth the very name Izuku had longed to hear for years. “Deku.”

Dark Side of the Sun by Synnie | 51,598 | Staying up too late playing video games, Kirishima wasn't expecting to get an urgent call begging for help. Next thing he knew, he was letting his classmate Izuku Midoriya take refuge in his apartment - without consulting his always angry roommate.

Manage Me by Justaperson1718 | 10,756 | Izuku becomes Katsuki’s model agent.

Don't Set Your Drink Down by Crandberrycrush | 88,424 | With sudden clarity Izuku realized he had broken the first rule of going out. Never leave your drink unattended.

Livewire by pretty_rekless | 18,160 | Per Ochako's request, Izuku downloads a gay dating app in hopes to finally find a partner. Except every single one of his leads keep ghosting him or standing him up... That is until one hot, fiery blond enters the chat. Grindr/Tinder AU fic.

Drinking Watermelon by warschach | 8,906 | Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

Precious Pet by Mikacrispy | 6,379 | When broke college student Midoriya Izuku found a job that offered lodging, food, and good pay for four hours of work each day, he thought it was too good to be true. But he called anyway. Turns out all he has to do is to be the spoiled little puppy of a rich businessman.

Our Eleven Summers by Dark_Mage_Ayumu | 34,472 | The first time Katsuki met Izuku was when he was eight. For the next eleven years, Izuku changed his life, and no one even knew. Their relationship was something they shared in secret.

sticky note crushes by ladyofsnails | 3,239 | Katsuki hates his roommate. The green-haired, freckled, artsy son of a bitch with his dumb pun t-shirts and paint-stained hands he can’t fucking keep to himself. Katsuki can’t leave a single assignment or paper out in his room because that idiot will just grab anything to draw on it. He’s like a shark that can’t stop swimming else it’ll die – he can’t stop drawing. Ever.

Don't Play Pretend by SweetSide | 10,103 | Actor AU: Deku and Bakugou get the leading roles for an upcoming TV Drama. They weren’t aware that they would be working with each other for who knows how long. It would’ve been completely fine if they weren’t exes.

97.6 FM by jamjars | 32,249 | Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.

Read {between} Your Lines by greatcloudninja | 52,252 | Midoriya Izuku, up-and-coming actor, has finally hit his big break (...), Bakugou Katsuki, who has been acting for over twenty years.However, Bakugou seems to have it out for Izuku, leading to tension both on and off set. When some incriminating photos surface, the studio suggests (...): having Bakugou and Midoriya fake a relationship to get ahead of the rumors. 

I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts by PassingShadow | 5,522 | Izuku is a professional cuddler and Katsuki is his new client that’s just a little rough around the edges, and needs a natural healing touch.

Alternative Universe – Quirkless Deku

A Good Old-Fashioned Tattoo AU by lalazee | 14,437 | After their paths had split, Bakugou & Deku meet again as adults. While Bakugou begins to repent for the kid he used to be, he also starts to prove himself as he the man he is now.

Call Me a Safe Bet (I'm Betting I'm Not) by WTTTD | 10,803 | He wished he had some sort of heads up before seeing Deku again for the first time after nearly two years, looking like the essence of a lazy Sunday, smiling and surrounded with brand new, adoring friends. It was a little fitting that Katsuki burned for him so badly. (Support Department Deku)

In Which Kacchan Has a Ruff Time by OneshotPrincess | 14,511 | Bakugou Katsuki gets quirked into a dog, gets adopted by an unknowing Izuku and generally has a very rough few days full of realizations

While You Were Sleeping by Belkacaramelka (annabelleg) | 71,197 | The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.

Let Me Assist You Personally by Seeress | 32,806 | Izuku is long-suffering Personal Assistant to #1 Pro Hero Dynamight.Dynamight can't keep a PA to save his career. They all quit crying after a few days weeks. Enter, Izuku—with enough money problems to brave the jaws of the cranky beast. Childhood friend turned glorified paid slave. Somehow it all works out. ‘Kill them with kindness’, his mom had told him once. If that were true, Bakugou Katsuki would be stone-cold dead by now.

Smile For The Camera by kurokonekokilled | 19,179 | Midnight has a cam site, home to millions of users, but one catches Katsuki's eye when he goes scrolled through it in search for something to help him release a little stress. A live stream and the best orgasm of his life later, his wallet is lighter, and he might be almost as obsessed with this Deku guy as the cam boy is with him.

Just Like The Comics by brichibi | 24,935 | Where Izuku works at a comic book shop because that’s as close to a hero as he’s gonna get, and Katsuki plays the part of heroic ex-boyfriend who is good at everything except winning Izuku back... maybe

Alternative Universe – Quirks

Get on my Level by Mikacrispy | 92,273 | Bakugou Katsuki is a Pro Hero whose boss demands him to take an intern. Midoriya Izuku is a UA student who needs an internship. When the two of them are put together, they learn about what it truly means to be a Hero and what it means to be in love.

A/B/O – Secret! Baby

Home by Emerald2402 | 87,214 | Midoriya Izuku left Japan in a rush, moving to America without a word to anyone else. But then almost 11 years later he arrives back Home and Bakugou Katsuki's Alpha is furious. Fuck that, Bakugou is furious, because Midoriya Izuku, an omega he tasted one time, has been keeping a very big, very blonde haired, green eyed secret.

Those Under the Same Stars by PerpetuallyPerturbed | 325,553 | When Katsuki Bakugo left Izuku Midoriya five years ago, he thought it was for forever. He put aside dreams and wishes of the omega to focus on his career. He was going to be the best hero, after all. He couldn't have an omega getting in his way. So when he's stopped on the streets one day by a pup begging for help for his mom, he isn't prepared to face what he gave up, and what the consequences of his actions were. (Quirkless Deku)

A/B/O – Quirks

Mark Me. Make Me Yours. by decadentbynature | 10,062 | Midoriya is the only Omega at UA and he's been hiding it well but there's one issue that threatens to expose him: his attraction to an Alpha, Bakugo. After being told to give some paperwork to Bakugo, Midoriya lets him into his dorm room and is immediately overwhelmed by his scent. Unable to help himself, he gives in to his urges, only to be discovered by Bakugo but instead of becoming enraged, Bakugo decides to give Midoriya exactly what he wants

Claim Me by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 114,449 | Being an Alpha has nothing to do with Katsuki's success as a Pro-Hero, the same way Deku's Omega status hasn't kept him from becoming Number Two. Secondary gender doesn't mean anything nowadays and “mating” is an antiquated practice. So when Izuku, his rival, asks Katsuki to Claim him in the middle of the night, there is only one logical thing to say. “What the fuck?”

Change of Plans by Mikacrispy | 185,965 | Alpha Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki never planned to get married to some random omega but what he wants isn't an option anymore. One for All wielder Midoriya Izuku has suffered injustice too many times and doesn't plan in allowing his secondary gender to dictate how he must live his life. Falling in love was never in the plans.

Going Feral For You by ANGIE_fic | 17,977 | Bakugou has an aggression problem that might have to do with his Alpha. His job is on the line because of it. So what do you do with a pent up Alpha? Yes.Rut. (Quirkless Izuku)

i live for you, i long for you by jeonjeonggukkkkkie | 19,165 | The five times Izuku hinted he wants Katsuki to spend his next heat with him, and the one time Katsuki took the hint.

Baby's First Bloom by ContraryBee | 44,945 | Izuku blooms for Katsuki one warm day in their third year of middle school. What follows is both boys learning about themselves, their bond, and the society they live in.

As Fate Would Have It by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 88,737 | Katsuki Bakugo had plenty of reasons why he wasn't mated yet, not that he was going to explain why to just anyone. But now, Ground Zero was running out of time. If he didn't find someone soon, he'd lose his position as a Pro-Hero and he'd never get to be #1. So, when he finds out there's a male Omega recently arrested for prostitution that's headed to prison if he too doesn't get a mate…well it must be fate. (Quirkless Izuku)

A/B/O – No Quirks

Gravity by warschach | 71,477 | Izuku is back in his hometown and plenty hasn't changed much from the 8 years he was gone. Except, Katsuki Bakugou, the alpha king of their small town. He's hotter- because that's fair, right, God? -, stronger, a now-famous pro fighter, and noticeably nicer this round.Not that he cares, pfft. (Fine, he cares.)

Nine Months by greatcloudninja | 23,303 | Omega Midoriya Izuku connects with Alpha Bakugou Katsuki through an online singles ad. Izuku pays Katsuki to help him with his heat, ending up pregnant in the process. What follows is a pregnancy filled with ups and downs, but whatever hurdles come their way, they can make it through together.

The long dark by Ominous-Anonymous (Ominonymous) | 13,289 | He could have been really dangerous. He could be a fucking murderer for all he knew. But Izuku Midoriya, ever the reckless daredevil, was not thinking of that when he got into a car with a complete stranger. Completely ignoring the part where his mother always taught him to never gets into cars with alphas he didn't know...

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the tutor

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Summary: akaashi keiji isn’t just a normal tutor. in fact, he has strong, sexual feelings for the girl he has to tutor. but what he doesn’t know is that late at night, she thinks about him too while her fingers stuff her cunt

A/n: i did it. i actually did it. i took a short 300 word story about akaashi being a tutor and turned it into a fic. i hope that you all enjoy this. i tried to keep the same style while writing but i’m not sure if i nailed it :/ nevertheless, i hope that you enjoy and have a great 2021 

Words: 2667

Pairings: tutor!akaashi x female!reader

Warnings: nsfw - male and female masturbation, oral (giving and receiving), vaginal penetration, sex toy use, fingering, riding, multiple positions, overstimulation, praise, akaashi calling reader angel

Just seeing you sitting there, your legs shut together, your tongue flicking out of your spread lips as you concentrated on the equation made Akaashi wonder what would happen if the two of you were in the bedroom alone together.

He watched your lips, wondering how you would look with your shiny pink lips wrapped around his cock. He wondered what you would look like, with your legs shaking, cum dripping down your thighs, hickeys decorating your skin as he pins you down onto the bed, his cock thrusting into your tight walls.

He wondered what pretty noises you would make as he ruins you, tears your tight hole open, leaving you a dripping mess filled with his cum. Thinking about the way your freshly done makeup would run down your face, the way you would close your legs to hide your body from his eyes.

Akaashi sat there, daydreaming in the open. He didn’t even realise that you had stopped working on the equation.

“All done? he asked.

Akaashi knew that you were a virgin, and he wanted to ruin you. He wanted to be the only guy you would go crawling to when you were needy, and that at moments late at night when you touched yourself, you would only think about him, and be reminded that you can’t even pleasure yourself the way Akaashi can. How Akaashi’s fingers could reach deeper in your cunt than your own, small ones.

“Yes! Give me something harder,” you wore a cheerful smile on your face as you asked for a harder equation.

Akaashi chuckled as he pretended to be thinking of an equation to give you. But secretly, he thought about how he wanted to throw everything on the table aside and give you a reward for doing so well.

“Alright, how about this one?” Akaashi asked, handing you back the piece of paper, seeing how your eyes widened at the question.

“I don’t know that…” you said softly, almost as if you sounded like you were trying to admit defeat to the male.

Akaashi could only chuckle, his hand slowly moving to rest on your soft thigh as he looked over your shoulder, watching how you took on the equation.

Your thigh was soft. So soft. He wondered what your thighs would feel like, wrapped around his neck as he went down on you, his soft tongue sliding over your dripping folds. Or the way your legs would wrap his waist, his cock pushing through your walls and tearing you apart as you squirm underneath him.

“Is this right?”

Once again, your soft, adorable voice cut through the lewd thoughts spreading throughout his mind. With his face resting with a smile, he turned to you. A chuckle escaped his lips as he read over the equation.

“Oh darling, that’s not correct. Here… let me help you.”

Akaashi loved being in your company. He loved the feeling of you being close to him, again, which only made him wonder what it would be like if he were inside of you, the two of you becoming one. He secretly craved so much from the small university girl that he tutored, so much that he would rather die than express his thoughts.

However, what Akaashi was oblivious of was what happened whenever he went home. After leaving, you would rush yourself to your bedroom, small fingers moving to your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bud, moans and whimpers of his name falling from your lips. Truth was, you craved Akaashi more than he craved you, if that was remotely anywhere near possible.

You imagined him in between your legs, his soft black locks brushing against your soft skin, his large hands keeping your thighs spread as your back arches from all the sudden pleasure. You craved the sight of your cum coating Akaashi’s beautiful face, the way he would lick his lips before pushing you into a position on the bed, beginning to fuck you with a slow, deep pace which would have you screaming out for him.

But you knew that would never happen.

He was just the boy who was assigned to tutor you, not to come and take you in every way possible.

Akaashi was the same way, sitting on his bed, his cock in his hand, jacking off to the thought of you spread out for him. He wanted to feel what it was like to have your soft hands roaming around his body, your soft lips wrapped around his cock, eyes directly watching his every movement as you take more of him into your mouth. Akaashi climaxed, his hair thrown back against the bed as he panted.

He wanted to be with you. He desired you, he wanted to feel you against him. The love that he felt was going unnoticed, the love that strongly sat there for you to run into his arms, pressing your lips against him as the two of you look at each other with such love.

The next tutor session was nothing new – not that it had changed at all. Overtime, the two of you had begun to get closer and closer. You were fine with Akaashi resting his large hand on your thigh, and you noticed how he would slowly move his hand higher. You even tried bucking your hips at him, wearing shorter clothing just to find a way to get him to touch you more.

Akaashi wanted to punish you for wearing short clothing, but he thought that somewhere there was the same feelings he felt for you rushing through your mind.

Every other session felt like the same day on repeat. The same hours of questions and work, only to pleasure yourself when Akaashi would go home.

You opened the door for Akaashi, believing it were to be just another normal day of the two of you working on equations together. Akaashi stood there, a large hoodie in the freezing cold. You began to shiver somewhere throughout the session, causing Akaashi to panic, pulling his hoodie from his body, revealing some of his muscles in the process, which only made you drool more at the sight of his toned body.

You inhaled the scent of his cologne on the hoodie, the way the jumper was too big for your small body, the way it sat halfway down your thighs. Akaashi loved the sight of you wearing his hoodie, even making a comment about how you should wear his hoodie more often. He knew that if he wanted this relationship to progress in anyway, he needed to start being more vocal, other than just sitting there and waiting for you to make the first move. He was smart enough to know that was never going to happen.

“You should wear it more often,” he whispered into your ear as you washed your hands in the bathroom.

Your eyes darted to the mirror, watching how he had to move himself, leaning down so he was able to whisper into your ear. The way his hand sat on the bathroom sink, his other hand, his pointer finger tucking your hair behind your ear. You felt his hot breath on your skin, squeezing your thighs shut to try and relive the ache that sat there.

Yet, once again, you waited for Akaashi to leave before you did anything.

You threw your head back as the vibrator sat on your clit on its highest setting. Akaashi’s hoodie you wore, bunched up at your waist. Your legs shook from the intense pleasure, back arching as cries of his name fell from your lips. You wanted it to be him, not some stupid toy. You could only imagine, pretending your fingers weren’t your own, that it was Akaashi holding the toy on your clit, looking down at you as you squirmed on the bed.

Akaashi was no better, because every night, he thought the same.

The next time was different. You gave Akaashi back his hoodie, but he told you to keep it, only causing you to blush. He knew that the two of you could never be a real couple, so he tried what he could do to make it seem as if the two of you were one.

Days progressed.

Akaashi sat anxiously in his seat, watching how you walked into the room, dressed in his large blue hoodie. Akaashi knew that he wanted you, and he could only think that you wanted him too. He watched as you moved over to him, sitting yourself down in his lap, legs on either side of him as you push your breasts to his chest, head resting in the crook of your neck as your arms wrap around him. Akaashi’s first instinct was to wrap his arms around your waist, holding you close. He could feel your panties against his thin shorts, wondering what you were wearing underneath the large hoodie.

“What’s the matter, angel?” the nickname made your panties wet.

You grinded your hips on his lap. Akaashi took in a sharp breath, not wanting to become hard for nothing.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, you know that,” he mumbled against your skin.

You knew what you were doing. In fact, it had been what you had been planning for ages now. You wanted Akaashi to be the one to take your virginity, you were sure of it.

“Take me… Akaashi. I want you to take me,” you let your lips graze the skin of his neck, sucking lightly on his beautiful skin.

You felt him become hard underneath you, your panties growing damper as you moved your hips. Akaashi wasn’t having it, pulling you from him and watching how you dropped down onto your knees in front of him.

Shaking his head, he mumbled a soft, “Not here.”

You nodded, softly holding his hand and taking him upstairs to the same place you had sinful thoughts about him and did sinful things while moaning out his name. He watched as you pushed him down onto the bed, climbing over him. You rested yourself in between Akaashi’s thighs, spreading them to your liking. Shaky fingers moved to his belt, pulling it off and throwing it to the ground, tugging his pants, as well as his boxers down his legs. Akaashi took in a deep breath as the sight he dreamed of appeared before his turquoise coloured eyes.

He watched as you took the tip of his semi hard cock into your mouth, moving his hands to your hair, wrapping it around his hand, tugging slightly, forcing you to take more of him into your mouth. You gagged slightly, but continued to suck him off, letting your tongue run along his most sensitive spots.

“Fuck, y-you don’t know how long I’ve b-been waiting for this,” he groaned out, watching how you maintained eye contact with him while having his cock shoved down your throat.  

Akaashi let go of your hair, tucking it slightly behind your ear. He grabbed onto the bedsheets for support, moans falling from his lips that he wasn’t afraid to show. He bucked his hips up into your mouth, causing you to gag around him once more.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he muttered, stroking your hair slowly, “Taking me in your mouth like the good girl that you are.”

At one moment, Akaashi’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he climaxed into your mouth. He watched as you pulled yourself off his cock, watching as you swallowed his cum, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to show that you had.

Akaashi flipped you over, praising you, calling you a good girl as he shoved the hoodie up, letting it bunch at your waist. He noticed the red lace panties which sat underneath, his eyes widening when he noticed the damp spot in the middle, right where your dripping cunt was. He pulled his hoodie from your body, removing his shirt so he was fully naked. His eyes widened, seeing the matching red lace bra that you wore.

Akaashi’s fingers were skilled, easily removing your panties and bra. His lips moved to suck around your hardened nipple. His lips sucked dark, purple marks down your soft skin. Your body was softer than he thought it was. He loved the way you felt, the way your innocent demeanour changed when the two of you were alone.

His lips attached to your clit, a cry of his name leaving his lips as he began to suck lightly on your most sensitive spot. His fingers toyed with your entrance, collecting your wetness on his long digits. He needed to prep you for when he was to fuck you.

Lust and the way your tight velvety walls clenched around Akaashi’s digits filled his mind, the way your hands gripped onto the sheets, your hips would move and how angelic you sounded when you cried out his name. He wanted more. He needed more.

“Kaashi’ I’m gonna fucking cum… O-Oh, you’re gonna m-make me fucking cum.”

That’s what he did. He made you climax all over his digits, his tongue now dipping down to your entrance to taste you.

The two of you were stripped of your clothing, looking at each other with lust filled eyes. Akaashi pulled you closer to him, attaching his lips to yours, sharing a soft, passionate kiss.

“Where are your condoms?” he mumbled in between kisses.

“Top drawer on the left.”

Akaashi climbed off the bed, opening the drawer. He observed the small bullet vibrator he found, bringing it out along with one of the condoms. He slipped the condom onto his length, hovering over you.

“Tell me if you need me to stop.”

Yes, there was a slight pain when he thrusted into you, but it felt too good. Pain was washed away with the pleasure of being filled, the pleasure of having Akaashi’s lips on your neck as you moaned underneath him.

“F-Faster,” you moaned out slightly, wanting to be pounded into by the boy.

Akaashi wouldn’t take no as an answer, not when he’s here fucking the girl he’s always wanted to. Slowly, he increased the speed, grabbing hold of your vibrator and pressing it against your clit. You cried out, cursing at the way the boy found your favourite toy and decided to use it against you.

His hands reached out for the headboard, grabbing onto it as he quickened his pace. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, tongue slightly sticking out of your mouth as drool dripped down your chin.

A sharp cry left your lips as you climaxed again, this time, around his cock. You felt Akaashi pull out of you, throwing the toy onto the bed.

“Ride me.”

His voice was harsh, commanding you, not giving you any options.

You straddled his waist once again, feeling his cock enter you from now a completely different angle. Your hands rested around his neck, as his sat on your waist and guided you up and down his cock.

Your head was thrown back as Akaashi moved his to suck lightly on your nipples. Intense pleasure soared through your body as you were driven to your third climax of the night. Your body felt weak, unable to move on its own.

Instead, Akaashi pulled out of you once more, shoving your back down on the bedsheets, moving your legs to sit on his shoulders as he entered you once again. His hand intertwined with yours as he mumbled against your skin,

“Cum with me.”

And that’s what happened. The two of you climaxed at the same time, just like how the characters did in every smut you had read. He pulled out, watching how your cum dripped from your abused hole. He smirked, moving his fingers to your hole, stuffing your cum back into your body.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, angel.”

You could now say, that every tutoring session, you two studied each other’s bodies.

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[fantasyinvader]

Thinking about how Safflower and Scarlet Blaze fit together.

The thing about Safflower is that it repeatedly highlights Edelgard’s manipulative nature. From her taking credit for Byleth’s leadership, to her information campaign targeted at the commoners, her spreading false information to sneak attack Arianrhod, BESF members being referred to as tools by Hubert, the implication Petra was lied to in her paralogue, Cornelia revealing she’s manipulating TWSITD rather than the other way around, Arianrhod getting nuked, Hubert’s narrative surrounding her backstory conflicting with her own, offering Rhea the chance to surrender publicly while saying she should be destroyed in private, and the unease of the army going into the final battle over her keeping them in the dark. Even the reaction out of Asian players, that they walk away from the route seeing Edelgard as having tricked them, with the devs themselves saying that they were trying to trick players,  indicates that this is the actual intent of the route.

Edelgard is not to be trusted.

Then you take Scarlet Blaze into consideration. Edelgard makes a big show about saving her allies… in order to be seen as reliable by them. At the same time, we get told that for all her talk about how awful the nobility are her reforms are favoring them while oppressing the commoners to the point that attracts support from the Western Kingdom. Yet people still act as though Edelgard’s reforms benefit the commoners though it’s pointed out that Dorothea isn’t really the same as Joe the farmer and Dimitri needs it spelled out that such reform. She has Petra betray her home land to support her, and we get confirmation that she was using conscription to bolster her ranks rather than this just being something Thales does.

There’s just so much in Hopes, with even Edelgard herself saying she wouldn’t trust herself in the shadow realm. It all goes back to how Safflower made Edelgard out to be manipulating everyone, with Hopes focusing more on how much of an actor she is. This is even in play with her relationship with Shez, the player character, as she makes a display about learning to trust them despite knowing that Shez is from Agartha. But, again, in the Shadow Realm she talks about how she can’t afford to trust ANYONE indicating that the Support is more a reflection of the connection Shez feels with Edelgard rather than a bond that goes both ways. It even ties into the Edge of Dawn lyrics talking about her wearing a mask, with the devs commenting that her being the villainous conqueror is meant to be a twist to contrast the cute girl exterior.

The Japanese doesn’t make it out that she’s become her mask, that she’s become the Flame Emperor, in it’s version of the song. It just says that Edelgard hides her true face behind a mask. Taking the twist into account and her ending title of Flame Emperor, the Flame Emperor is who Edelgard actually is. The cute girl is the mask.

It’s just another way that the translation got Edelgard backwards.

And with that in mind, there’s one final fact. In Hopes, she reveals that her being drawn to Byleth is… simply their crests resonating with each other. It’s not her being romantically drawn to Byleth. Combine this with her supports opening up after Byleth gains the ability of the Sword of the Creator alongside a cutscene that month where she talks about bringing Byleth to her side, in addition to her saying she’d do anything to sway Byleth if they end up fighting each other at the end of Part 1.

With all this in mind, Edelgard tries to gaslight Byleth. Trying to make that attraction out to be romantic feelings despite her knowing the truth. Likewise, the version of the experiments she tells Byleth isn’t the truth either, as Hubert makes it clear she knows it wasn’t the nobility but the Agarthans who destroyed her family and turned her father into their puppet. Hopes reveals that she knew that the Agarthans were working to turn people into Crest Beasts for her, that she sacrificed Monica to them, even indicates that she commissioned Aymr before the start of the game. Yet Edelgard allowed the experiments to happen, she hid Kronya because she knew Monica was dead, and through it all she lied about it. Just like Jeralt said, her words are meaningless because she will say whatever she needs to in order to get people to support her. Even when she gives her final speech, she's activating her weapon and tried to kill Dimitri when he reached out to her. And that’s the truth of the game

All the uwu is just an act.

She’ll twist her backstory for her own profit.

She’s just trying to use you.

Edelgard doesn’t love you.

[readerstories]

Tie Reveal - Aaron Hotchner x male!reader

What is it with me and turning short and sweet ideas into long one shots? Yeah so anyway, enjoy (AO3)

Warnings/tags: relationship rreveal, fluff and humor, light angst

Wordcount: 2837

Summary: You come into work wearing the wrong tie

You hate rushing in the morning, preferring to start your day in a calm and relaxed manner. That’s not on the table for today however, as you and Aaron both rush to get dressed.

“You’re going to be late.” You say as you button your shirt, glad you had had the forethought to grab on from your to go bag, as not wake any suspicion or teasing from the team. Aaron glances at the clock as he puts his shoes on.

“It’s still before the time you usually get in.”

“Yeah, but not for you.” You pick up your ties from the floor, giving Aaron’s to him. You’re quick to put yours on, Aaron mirroring you.

“I’ll just say that I got a flat tire.” You nod, stealing a quick kiss from him as you grab your jacket on the way out.

“Okay, see you at work!” You’re out the door before he can respond, making your way quickly down, not even bothering with the elevator in your haste to get to your car.

—-

You make it to work on time, only a few minutes later than usual, but that can be blamed on the fresh coffee in your hand from the coffee shop down the street.

As the elevator plings to announce your arrival on the right floor, you’re met by Garcia, Reid, and Morgan standing right outside, groaning as they spot you.

“Well, good morning to you guys too.” You say with a confused look at them all as you step out.

“It’s not you, we’re just just waiting for Hotch.” Garcia explains and you raise a brow, faking confusion.

“Hotch? Isn’t he here already?”

“No, so I got worried, so I checked his phone and it was pinging on the road just outside his apartment building, which is weird cause he’s normally the first one here-”

“Are you even supposed or allowed to do that outside of a case or emergency?” Garcia hesitates, and you huff and shake your head at them.

“Well, I’m going to go and start work, like you all should.” You leave the team as they go back to watching the elevator doors, quickly shooting off a text to Hotch to let him know that the flat tire excuse won’t work.

A few minutes later you hear a happy Garcia shout Hotch’s name and seconds later he comes in through the glass doors, followed by Garcia, Reid, and Morgan.

“Guys, I’m fine, I just slept trough my alarm this morning.”

“But you never do that.” Garcia responds, hot on his heels.

“So what’s her name?” Morgan quips, Hotch stops in his tracks to give him a withering glare before resuming his path to his office.

“Ohhh, lover boy!” Morgan teases at Hotch’s back.

“Remember we got a briefing in ten minutes sir!” Garcia yells after him before the door to his office is closed behind him. You hide your smile behind your coffee, trying not to bring much attention to yourself. Garcia leaves to prepare a few last things for the briefing, but Reid and Morgan linger next to your desk, still standing.

“Do you really think that’s what made him late?” Reid asks.

“Come on, that man never misses anything and sleeps light, and Jack is away for a week, so what else could it be?” Morgan glances at you. “What do you think?” You take a sip of your coffee, pretending to think.

“Maybe, or maybe he is telling the truth. The man is only human, and with the amount of hours he spends in the office he might actually just have slept trough his alarm.” Morgan nods, but doesn’t seem convinced.

You all make your way into the meeting room. You sit down in the chair next to a standing Garcia as you often do, Reid, Morgan, JJ, and Rossi joining you around the table, Hotch striding in as usual a few minutes later.

“Garcia, please begin.” He stays on his feet, ready to go as soon as he can.

“Look to the screen my mighty crime fighters, because today you’re goi-”

“You’ve switched ties.” Reid cuts Garcia off mid-sentence, making everyone look at Reid, wondering what in the world he is talking about. He points at you.

“You and Hotch, you’ve switched.” Both of you look down, then at each other as the team looks between the two of you. Shit, he’s right.

“When you came in I saw your tie was the same as Hotch wore yesterday, a grey tie with a Gucci pattern. I just thought you had bought the same one, since you both have a similar taste in ties, but Hotch got the same as you wore yesterday, a grey tie with stripes, which still has the small coffee stain from when you spilled some yesterday.” Hotch frowns as lifts up the tie to inspect it, and yes, there’s indeed a small, barely noticeable speck of coffee about halfway up the tie he is wearing. No one says anything for a few seconds, you yourself have turned into a statue, neutral expression on your face. Hotch is much the same, everyone else looking between you two. Garcia is the first one to break the silence, squealing with glee.

“Omg, omg, guys!” She yells as she hugs you from behind, the angle a little awkward with how she leaning over your sitting form. You’re not stone anymore, but you don’t return the hug before she lets you go. Morgan and JJ are both grinning, Rossi is looking at Hotch with smile, Reid is trying not to do the same at you while you glare daggers at him. Hotch sighs.

“Garcia...” His tone is chastising, reminding everyone that there is something else to focus on, which seems to snap her back to work mode. Sort of.

“Right, right, case, lets just brush past that revelation about two of my best friends, so, uhhh, where were we? Or right! Today you’re going to-” She begins to explain the case, both you and Hotch get a few more glances before everyone turns their focus on the case.

----

On the jet you think you’re in the clear, until Rossie settles in the seat next to you. Which is odd, because you’re the only two on the jet so far, and he usually doesn’t sit next to you.

“So you and Hotch huh?” You pretend to read over the case files in front of you, and Rossi chuckles.

“You know, none of us expected a thing. Well done on hiding it from a group of profilers I must say.”

“Rossi, there’s nothing-”

“There’s nothing?” He’s grinning, clearly teasing as he looks down to your tie and taps it with a finger. “Something tells me otherwise.” You sigh, but are saved from answering by the rest of the team joining you on the jet. Everybody buckles down for take off, and not long after you’re in the air, and then all the attention is on the case.

For a little while at least.

You can tell they want to talk about it, but the case keeps everyone occupied, so there’s nothing else before JJ comes back from the hotel with the room cards. Everyone is spread around doing different tasks, so she finds you alone in the conference room the team had been given. You’re reading trough the victims files for some more specifics on victimology when she places a keycard on the table in front of you. You look up, startled as you hadn’t even noticed her entering the room.

“You’ve seen Hotch?” She asks and you furrow a brow.

“I think he’s talking to the police chief in his office, why?”

“His key card, but you can just give it to him when you see him, since you’re sharing a room.”

“I thought we were past the budget cuts-”

“Oh we are, but Garcia made some changes to the booking after this mornings briefing sooo....” JJ grins and you sigh, rubbing your forehead. There’s silence and no movement for a few seconds, then there’s a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you know we will always support you guys right?” You sigh heavily, resting your own hand on top of JJ’s, looking up at her.

“I know, it’s just... It wasn’t revealed in the best way.” She grimaces.

“Yeah.” She looks uncertain how to respond, but seems to go for light, which you are grateful for. “But I’m surprised none of us caught on until then, it has been going on for at least a couple of months right?” You try to hide your grin as you pretend to go back to reading the files.

“Well, I’m not a ‘kiss and tell’ kinda guy, but it’s a bit more than a couple months.” JJ laughs and pats your shoulder before leaving the room.

You find Hotch not long after, and when you tell him the whole situation around the shared room, he sighs too, but mostly in a ‘oh what can you do’ kind of way, seemingly mostly resigned to everyone knowing now.

Even with sharing the same room and not needing to hide anything from the team, you go back to the hotel without him. The man is a workaholic, and you want a shower and some sleep, but he promises to join you soon. Instead you end up sharing a car with Reid and Morgan, neither of which say anything in the car, but while you’re waiting for the elevator, all bets seems to be off.

“So, you and the bossman huh?” Morgan teases with a grin as you do your best to ignore him, watching the numbers on the display tick down. The elevator door opens and you quickly step inside, hoping to leave them both behind. But alas, no such luck, as they step inside and Reid presses the button to the floor above yours.

“You know, work place relationships aren’t actually that uncommon. Did you know-” Here you tune him out, once again watching the numbers off the elevator. Normally you like when Reid goes on a tangent, but now, not so much.

“Reid, I will strangle you with my tie to shut you up if I have to.”

“Don’t you mean Hotch’s tie?” The grin on his face is shit-eating, which is rare from Spencer, and Morgan laughs loudly. The combination of it makes you curse under your breath as the doors finally open to your floor. You don’t bother saying goodbye, just going straight down the hall towards the door with your room number on it. Sliding the keycard in, it opens with a click. You drop your bag on the floor as soon as the door shuts behind you, and you switch on the lights.

You can’t help it.

You laugh as you take in the big room in front of you.

Or rather, the suite.

The honeymoon suite by the looks of it. Red and white decor, candles, big bed, nicely decorated with towels shaped like a heart, and some champagne in an ice-bucket on the desk in the room. There’s a small white card right next to the champagne, which you quickly read. ‘Have fun ;) -G’. You snort at it, that woman is a menace. (But also very nice, but you do shoot her text to warn her that she should sleep with one eye open. The only response you get is a winking emoji).

A surprisingly short time later you hear the door to the suite unlock, alerting you to Aaron’s arrival where you just stepped out of the shower. He calls your name in a questioning tone, you’re quick to respond as you wrap a towel around your mostly dry form.

“In here, one sec.” You step out of the bathroom, Aaron’s attention going straight to you before pointedly looking around the room. You lean on the door frame of the bathroom.

“Garcia.” You offer as an explanation.

“Ah.” He accepts, looking around once more. “This is going to be a fun expense report.” You snort at that, pushing yourself of the door frame and walking over to him. Putting your arms around his neck, you pull him close for a kiss.

“Certainly, but let us enjoy it for now, I’m sure Garcia has an explanation locked and ready for the report when we need it.” Aaron tries not to smile at that, but is halfway to failing when you catch his lips in a kiss.

----

The next time your relationship is brought up is on the jet back when the case ends well a few days later. Everyone have found their way to pass the time as usual. Reid and Rossi are playing chess in the one of two seaters, Morgan is half asleep, JJ is typing away on her phone next to him, across from them in the aisle seat is Hotch who has started on more paper work already, and you’re laying down on the couch across from them reading a book.

Everybody is in their own little bubble, that’s until Rossi is standing in the aisle and clearing his throat. Everyone looks at him, even Derek who JJ jostles awake with an elbow. Rossi got a bottle of expensive looking whiskey in one hand, several glasses in the other.

“I believe a little celebration is in order.” He starts handing out glasses, you sit up and close your book as you accept yours, just as Garcia pops up on the screen over the couch.

“What for?” You ask, genuinely curious, giving Garcia a look trough the screen, a very grinning and happy looking Garcia.

“Well, the case went well, we saved several people, and ah yes, your not so secret relationship anymore.”

“Rossi-” You and Hotch try to say something at the same time, but Rossi doesn’t let either of you speak another word.

“Oh no no no, neither of you get to Rossi me. Just shut up and listen okay?” He pours a hefty helping of whiskey in everyone’s glass as he speaks, even Garcia got a glass back home somehow, no doubt filled with something similar.

“We just want you both to know that we are very happy for you, both of you. And though the way us knowing came about wasn’t ideal, we will always support and be there for you.” You and Hotch look around at your team, noting the happy faces watching you before making brief eye contact.

“I want you all to know that nothing in this team changes with this, we’re still going to work together and remain professional while on the clock. There will be no preferential treatment here.”

“What he said.” You incline your head towards Hotch as you look around the jet once more.

“Aaron, we know that. Like I said, we just want you both to be happy.” Rossi says, soft smile on his face. You raise your glass, trying to pretend that the slight sting you can feel in your eyes is just tiredness.

“Cheers to that.” Everyone joins in, clinking their glasses together in loud celebration and happy voices, Garcia cheering with her glass against the camera lens back home. Everyone takes a sip of the whiskey, several mentioning the smooth burn of it.

“So, how long have you two love birds been together?” Morgan eyes flicker between you and Aaron.

“See, that right there Morgan is the million dollar question.” Rossi points between you both. “Come on, out with it.” You grin, trying and failing to hide your grin behind taking another sip of the whiskey, Aaron doing the same.

“Do you want to tell them or should I?” You ask, getting up to lean on the chair Aaron is sitting in. He looks up at you, taking your hand and placing it on his shoulder.

“I think you should.”

“Okay.” You say with a shrug, looking at all of the team before settling your gaze on Spencer. “Remember the strangulation serial killer we caught in LA earlier this year?”

“We caught him and finished that case 6 months, 11 days, and 9 hours ago.” Spencer helpfully supplies.

Then it dawns on them all what that means.

Yells of surprise from everyone, and this time neither you or Aaron try to hide your matching grins. Rossi is laughing loudly while slapping his knee, Reid seems to have lost his composure, mumbling that he should have seen something sooner, Garcia is speechless for perhaps the first time since you have known her, Morgan looks frozen in shock, and JJ is trying to hide her laughter behind her hand.

“6 months? How even?!” Morgan exclaims. You shrug, your grin shit-eating by now.

“What can I say, we’re good profilers and now how to hide our tells.” You glance at Aaron and squeezes his shoulder, who in return brings your hand to his lips for a brief kiss on your knuckles. Garcia squeals from her screen, gushing over how cute the two of you are as you smile and laugh in response.