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andypantsx3 · 2 years ago

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READY OR KNOT | 1 | TODOROKI SHOUTO x READER

SUMMARY: Todoroki Shouto is so unsettlingly beautiful, you’re certain he has to be an omega. That is, until a chance encounter with a pushy alpha reveals you were incredibly mistaken—and the surprises don’t stop there. Shouto's suddenly mystifying behavior adds another layer of complexity to an already confusing inter-agency investigation. It would be so much easier to figure things out—and suppress your growing feelings—if only Shouto would stop being so strangely attentive to you... TAGS/WARNINGS: pro hero au, fem + afab reader, omegaverse, alpha shouto, beta reader, misunderstandings, courting behavior, slightly case fic-y, undertones of sexual violence (not between main pairing), aged-up characters, eventual smut, 18+ minors please dni! LENGTH: 4.6k, 1st of 7 chapters

Tetsutetsu’s apartment was exploding with people by the time you made it in from the cold.

Even from outside, you could hear the chatter of dozens of voices, the thumping bass of a distant party playlist. The front door was practically wedged shut by all the bodies blocking it, and you had to suck in a breath as you squeezed yourself through, slithering through what seemed to be every single employee of the Pink Riot agency—a plethora of bulky pro heroes stuffed in among lanky support techs and sleepy-eyed case analysts.

Inside, it stank of warm beer with a slightly sweeter, sharper liquor undertone. Your nose wrinkled. You could only imagine what the scent was like to your alpha and omega coworkers, grateful you had a beta’s dulled sense of smell, and no innate reaction to the physical proximity of other secondary genders. The space was already almost overwhelming as it was, the press of people nearly claustrophobic, although no one else looked like they minded much.

You shoved yourself through the crowd, squeezing through people, somewhat regretting how late you’d gotten here. You hoped there was still something good to drink.

In your defense, you’d gotten bogged down with a bombshell of a new case at the agency, something Mina had pulled you aside to talk about on your way out to the party. She’d meant for you to pick it up Monday, as you couldn’t take any action until a supervising hero had been assigned to you. But it was so unlike any other case you’d been handed in your years at Pink Riot that you’d immediately yanked your coat back off and holed yourself up at your desk, poring over the information in shock.

The case file told you that there was a rogue pro hero harassing and assaulting the omegas in Bunkyo ward—the very ward the Pink Riot agency operated in.

What was more, local authorities suspected someone from the agencies within Bunkyo itself, considering the attacks were exclusively confined to the ward and had so far never deviated. The police had been alerted to the fact that a hero might be involved when one of the omegas who had been attacked last night had escaped, shaken but untouched, and reported their aggressor attempting to strap quirk suppressors on them—tech that was almost exclusively a tool of the heroics trade.

And so all Bunkyo-based agencies had been asked to internally investigate their heroes, with mandatory out-of-agency supervising heroes to be assigned to the cases as well, to ensure everything was above board and no cover ups were being staged. And you, as Mina’s personal friend and therefore the case analyst she trusted most with a sensitive file like this, had been assigned the task.

And it was already almost too mind-boggling for you to bear.

You plowed your way towards the kitchen, eager to chase away the idea of any of your hero coworkers as the perpetrator. You liked and trusted all of the heroes Pink Riot had on call, and hoped so desperately that another agency was at fault here. You couldn’t imagine a single one of them being responsible for something like this. You couldn’t imagine the harasser themself attending this very party.

Once in the kitchen, you discovered that Tetsutetsu had invited more than just the Pink Riot agency itself—he had also apparently invited a plethora of heroes from his former UA days. Sero Hanta and Uraraka Ochako were propped up in the kitchen with Mina and Kirishima, smiling and chatting, while Iida Tenya stood next to them, looking, as usual, like he was on the verge of a hernia. Monoma Neita was skulking in a corner, along with a couple of lower-level heroes you recognized as Tetsu’s Class B friends.

Mina perked up immediately when she caught sight of you, hopping off the counter at Kirishima’s side, beckoning you closer with a hot pink nail.

“You have to taste this disgusting thing Tetsu made,” she told you gleefully, gesturing at something vaguely gelatinous on the stove. You recoiled reflexively, even as Mina ladled a generous portion into a plastic cup for you, passing it over.

You did not like the weight of it in your hand—and the smell of it, even to your duller senses, was not exactly appetizing, more nail polish remover in profile than anything.

“Wow, this looks almost as lovely as the new case file. How generous of you,” you intoned, taking a small, investigative sip. The taste zipped down your spine all the way to your toes, so alcoholic you could almost taste an emergency room visit.

But it figured. Pro heroes in general were a hard bunch to get drunk, their metabolisms fast and their bodies honed to withstand limits a normal person could never. You imagined this was Tetsu’s own invention based on years of personal research.

Mina sloshed her own cup at you, bright-eyed as she normally was, but otherwise looking unruffled. “Tetsu and Eiji already have a bet going which of them can put back more of this, but my bet is on me,” she grinned. “They’re behind a cup already.”

You winced. “Such responsible agency heads I have.”

Mina practically cackled. “You love it.”

You couldn’t help the fond smile that pulled at your mouth, listening to her bright laughter. “I do.”

And it was true, after years at the Pink Riot agency you were spoiled for anywhere else.

Your caseload was broad and interesting, Mina and Kirishima the perfect amount of invested but trusting, always caring about the results you brought in for the safety they brought Bunkyo ward, but never micromanaging you or demanding the impossible. The agency was a little bit smaller than other agencies founded by members of their former class—a mid-sized, fairly-closely knit operation that prioritized action and minimized bureaucracy.

And it was a sort of family operation. Mina was an omega, small and bright and totally beautiful the way so many omegas were, the warmness of her personality like a magnet. And Kirishima was her bonded alpha—fairly friendly and easy-going for one, you thought—but strong, firm in his resolve, and deeply committed.

You liked them, liked their relationship, and liked how their traits translated to their management of their joint agency. You liked how the agency had basically sprung up around them, filled to the brim with good people. And so yeah, Mina was right. You did love it.

“Make sure you unwind,” Mina ordered you, flashing a pink nail in your face. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that it’s been like two hours since I saw you disappear with that case file.”

Your cheeks heated. “Did you know some agency heads like it when their employees do their jobs?”

Mina grinned wickedly, then made a sort of clucking noise. “Did you know that some agency heads are no funsies? I like when my employees do their jobs and still have time for a social life.”

A smile tugged at your mouth. Your social calendar had never been so full as when you started working at Pink Riot, their rosters absolutely packed with outgoing heroes. Someone or other was always throwing a party, organizing a celebratory dinner when an especially big case was closed, or dashing across the floor yelling “drinks on me!” after nailing a particularly notorious villain.

Between the agency and your own friends you thought you were kept rather busy. But the sudden, shifting look of undue interest on Mina’s face told you she thought otherwise.

“When was the last time you went on a date, hmm?” she asked, waggling her eyebrows. “I never catch you smelling like anyone. Looking for anyone here?”

“And who told you you could smell me?” you demanded.

Mina cackled. “It’s not like I can turn my nose off. Plus you smell nice and comforting. Very beta. I wouldn’t stop smelling you even if I could.”

Your ears went hot. Alphas and omegas were always so nosy and inquisitive, a byproduct of being able to smell way too much for your comfort, a fact you and your circle of beta friends never missed a chance to bemoan.

And this was not the first time you’d been told as much, most betas apparently smelling some level of chill and less intrusive than the insistent scents of alphas and omegas. You didn’t exactly understand how something could smell chill, but enough people had said it that you accepted it.

“Well then it’s good I’m not polluting that with other smells,” you said. “Now mind your business.”

Mina’s grin was sharp as she reached over to ladle more of Tetsu’s concoction into your cup, a small revenge. “Fine but keep your options open tonight! I know plenty of nice beta boys I can set you up with—there’s a couple of analysts from Ingenium’s crowd here tonight.”

You nodded, affecting sincerity, although you had absolutely no plan to follow through. You were going to find your agency friends, go ham on some apps, and then head back home just as soon as Mina and Kirishima ended the night the way they usually did—locked mouth to mouth after drinking a little too much, causing a scene.

You waved Mina away, poking your head back out the kitchen door and surveying the rest of the party. Over near the couch, you caught a flash of a couple of your fellow case analysts in conversation with Asui Tsuyu, a beta hero at your agency who you got on well with. Your people exactly.

However, no sooner had you started to push back into the crowd than something slammed into your shoulder, sending you stumbling back into the wall. Your drink splashed right up over your shoulder, cold and biting. You let out a strangled noise, turning your head on impulse and catching a mouthful of hair.

“Oh my god, I am sooo sorry,” a soft voice said. You realized you’d collided with an omega analyst from another Bunkyo agency—a girl you vaguely remembered from a joint case a few years ago. She was small, petite, and delicately pretty in the way of most omegas. And she had also managed to empty nearly the entirety of your cup onto you.

“Shit, shit—I got your shirt wet!” she said, yanking herself back from you. She looked a little glassy-eyed, but genuinely apologetic, and she wiped at your shoulder with her bare hand. Definitely a bit drunk.

“No—it’s fine,” you told her, attempting to duck her hand. “I also didn’t see you!”

The omega girl didn’t look reassured however. She frowned, pausing over you—then suddenly slithered right out of her cardigan, throwing it over your shoulders.

“We’ll hide it like that. Please take it,” she said, her delicate fingers flitting back and forth over your now-covered shoulder, like she still itched to fix something. The cardigan was soft and warm, and even you could tell it smelled good—a soft, powdery, classically omegan scent.

“It’s really fine—” you insisted, immediately shrugging the cardigan back off, though you appreciated the gesture. You glanced down at your shoulder, surveying the damp patch that was slowly soaking closer to your boob. “It’s clear—it will dry in a couple of minutes and no one will be any the wiser. It already stinks like alcohol in here anyway.”

The omega girl hesitated as you handed her sweater back to her. She leaned in to sniff you tentatively. “Are you sure? I really am so sorry. Your mate is going to be so mad, now you can’t really smell you over the vodka unless you get in close—”

You held up a hand, sending her a reassuring smile. “I don’t have a mate, so there’s no problem. I promise.”

You did not add that as a beta, your pool of potential mates was limited to other betas, and that no beta’s sense of smell was enough to get worked up over this. Alphas and omegas tended to forget that not everyone was as sensitive as they were.

She bit her lip, the gesture pretty, but looked somewhat mollified. “You’re sure?” she ventured one last time.

You nodded. “Totally sure. I appreciate the gesture though.”

She nodded, still looking hesitant, and you decided there was only one way to put an end to this.

“Nice to see you, though. Maybe I will catch you around later!” you said, waving her off firmly. You quickly abandoned your now empty cup on a nearby table and turned to head back into the living room. You spotted Tsuyu’s head of dark green hair through the crowd of shoulders, a homing beacon in the dim.

As you charted an unsteady path through the crush of people, you noted several more heroes and analysts from other agencies, including Kaminari Denki and a beaming Midoriya Izuku, crammed into a corner and chatting animatedly to—oh.

Your cheeks flushed. Pro hero Shouto was here.

The other hero stood tall and solemnly handsome across from Midoriya, just as maddeningly gorgeous as always. You, like every other person with working eyeballs, had long nursed a tiny bit of a celebrity crush on him, as he was literally the most beautiful person on earth—a fact evidenced by his now six-year running sweep of Tokyo Beat magazine’s cutest hero award.

In your time at Pink Riot, you’d worked a couple of joint cases with Shouto’s agency and met him a few times in passing. You’d always found him to be a little bit intense, but kind, thoughtful, straightforward, and diligent. He was every bit the reassuring hero the media made him out to be, and even more striking in person. He also always wore scent patches flush at the sides of his neck, concealing what his secondary gender was from prying noses, although you’d always sort of suspected he had to be an omega.

He was tall and solid and strong in the way of most pro heroes. But his features were so finely-wrought, so strangely graceful and elegant for a man, that you would have put significant amounts of money down on his omega status.

Not that it mattered. Betas really only dated betas, and alphas really only omegas, so Shouto’s status wasn’t much to you, regardless of what it was.

You slipped past, averting your eyes, wondering absently if an omega like Todoroki Shouto ever encountered harassment like the victims in your newest case file. Maybe his scent blockers were for this very purpose—hiding his omega status so he didn’t run the risk. You imagined with a face like his, he would be sure to garner migraine-inducing levels of undue interest.

This thought was suddenly arrested, however, when a hand pressed to your chest, shoving you back into the wall you were sidling past.

Your breath wooshed out of your lungs as a strangled “fwuuh” noise escaped you. Your gaze jerked up to find an alpha you somewhat recognized was holding you against the wall, grinning in an incredibly unsettling way.

Fuzzily, you matched his face to one of the techs from the support department, someone you occasionally saw at work functions but never worked directly with. Support interfaced mainly with the heroes, mending their tech, inventing new items, and—if Mina’s complaints were to be believed—running up quite the bill for the agency with their experimentation.

“Can I—help you?” you garbled out, staring the alpha down.

He leaned in, leery, slurring, “What’sa pretty li’l thing like you doin’ here, huh?”

He smelled strongly of Tetsutestu’s horrid concoction, like the alcohol was literally seeping from his pores. You frowned, shifting uncomfortably under his hand. It was large, and too-warm against your shoulder, and the desire to turn and bite it welled up in your mouth.

“Can you get off me?” you asked, grabbing the alpha by the wrist. A support tech though he was, his hold on you was firm, and your grip didn’t dislodge him. He clung to your sweater, his gaze glassy but intense.

He closed his eyes, nose twitching like he was-–ew—like he was scenting you. “Aww come on baby. A li’l omega like you? There’s no need to pr’tend you don’t want this.”

Your brows furrowed, confusion bubbling up inside you. A little omega like you? What the fuck was he talking about? Was he that blasted?

“You have three seconds before I bite you,” you said, certain that would be clear enough, even if he was too drunk to tell you were a beta.

But his hand didn’t move. Instead he laughed, hot and humid and smelling strongly of liquor, and he fumbled with something at his belt.

A hot wave of fear suddenly washed over you, a stab of panic lancing your heart. He wasn’t going to expose himself right here, was he? You pushed back against the wall, feeling entrapped, yanking at his wrist harder to get him off of you.

“I’m not an omega,” you said loudly. “And I’m not interested, now get—”

The alpha’s hand was gone. You blinked, suddenly finding his face missing too, your vision gone entirely gray and strangely…knitted?

“Do not touch her,” a deep voice intoned, and you realized you were staring at a broad back, clad in a handsome gray sweater. You tipped your head back, your gaze fixing on a suspiciously familiar mop of scarlet and white hair.

Shouto. Pro hero Shouto had put himself in between you and the asshole alpha.

A thrill raced down your spine.

“The fuck I won’t,” a snort issued over one of Shouto’s strong shoulders.

There was a small, silent moment where you watched Shouto’s head tilt just the tiniest bit. He didn’t say anything in return—but a sudden, creeping unease slithered over your senses, raising the hair on the back of your neck. An audible hush fell over the people nearest you, though you couldn’t see what exactly was happening, caged between Shouto’s back and the wall.

You could just make out Shouto’s scent patches, perfectly even against his neck like always, and wondered whether they would help—-if the alpha couldn’t smell Shouto was an omega, maybe he thought he would respect his boundaries more?

“Dude—” someone hissed, from somewhere near the alpha, just as Shouto spoke once more.

“You will leave,” he intoned in that deep tone again. His voice was soft, placid—but the feeling of unease grew within you, a strange itch under your skin. You had the sudden urge to flee, but one of Shouto’s hands closed over your wrist, as a cerulean eye caught yours over his shoulder. “You…please stay.”

You could do nothing but nod, your feet practically freezing in place, the desire to obey subsuming your entire brain. What the hell was happening?

As Shouto turned back to face the alpha again, that hunted feeling grew stronger, like there was something in the apartment that you should be very, very wary of. Your throat started to close up, and your breath came a little short.

The room was so suddenly silent that you could hear the nervous shift of the people beyond Shouto, and you caught the sound of the alpha suddenly stumbling back.

“You’re—are you fucking Ordering me?” The alpha asked, but you could hear that he was still backing away.

The question crawled right under your skin along with the unsettled feeling.

An Order. As in, an Alpha Order. From Shouto? Pretty, kind, patient, careful Shouto? Classic omega material Shouto?

Was…using an Order on an alpha, and it was working?

Your head spun with the mismatch between Shouto’s face and the latent command in his tone. It was almost too strange to be contemplated, and yet here it was playing out in front of you.

Shouto, for his part, didn’t bother answering the question. “I believe I asked you to leave,” he said firmly. His voice carried an inflection that sliced through the air like a knife.

“Sorry, Todoroki, he’s super fucking drunk—I’ll get him out of here,” another voice said, one you recognized as a different support tech.

It sounded like he didn’t need to expend the effort, however, as the alpha’s footsteps were already beating a hasty retreat. The other support tech’s footsteps followed, his pace clipped on the hardwood.

As soon as they were out of view, the suffocating feeling all but evaporated. You could almost feel the sigh of relief around the room, and the line of Shouto’s shoulders untensed.

He turned to you slowly, drawing in a deep breath. His normally blank expression had been exchanged for something troubled, his perfect eyebrows knitted in concern, his full mouth pursed up like he’d just let it drop from a snarl.

He blinked down at you for a second, those distinct heterochromatic eyes flicking over you, before you found yourself suddenly crowded back into the corner, your back bumping the wall. Shouto leaned down and gave a delicate sniff at your temple, as if checking your condition.

“Are you alright?” he asked. His voice was still strange, rough with something you couldn’t name.

He was warm where he lingered over you, his shoulders broad enough that they blocked the light and cast falling shadows into the meager space between you. He was near enough that the dip of his sweater collar rasped over your shoulder, sending a swarm of tingles over your skin. You drew in a careful breath, trying to figure out just what the right answer was, coming up with nothing.

Shouto frowned over your lack of a response. His nose pressed right into your hair, and he crowded even closer, like he was trying to find the source of your discomfort—even though he’d just chased that source right through the front door.

“Your scent is difficult to find,” he murmured, his chest expanding and contracting. “It is covered by many things…” He trailed off as he seemed to find it—and then something strange happened—even stranger than the scene with the support tech alpha.

Shouto froze in place, going so unearthly still he might have been transmuted into marble. You heard his breath catch and hold in his lungs, and his fingers came up to grasp your sleeve, clutching you tightly.

You opened your mouth to ask what was wrong when a shudder swept down him, from head to toe. His grip on your wrist tightened for a moment, and a groan bubbled up from somewhere low in his throat.

“Your scent—” he rasped, then cut himself off.

He huffed out a harsh breath instead, stirring your hair, before his face dropped into the cradle of your shoulder. He breathed in, slow, measured, his mouth just barely touching the skin of your throat. You could feel his long, pretty eyelashes flutter against your skin, and the sensation sent shivers down your spine.

Something under your skin shifted in response, then.

To your utter shock, you could feel yourself tilting your head to the side, baring your neck. A strange feeling of malleability settled over you, like your bones had jellified and your muscles had atrophied.

“Shouto—?” you garbled out, unable to articulate any question beyond what the fuck was happening? You knew it had something to do with the way Shouto was most definitely not an omega after all. The thought made your brain fuzz with static.

Pretty, gentle, elegant Todoroki Shouto was an alpha. Kind, placid, beautiful Todoroki Shouto was even some kind of…distressingly strong alpha.

It crossed all the wires in your brain to think of that face possessing that kind of strength. But there was clearly something there. And you were being so weird and embarrassing about it, but you couldn’t have moved, even if you wanted to.

It felt like a short eternity, the time Shouto stood over you like that, his face pressed into your throat, your own throat bared to him. Your heartbeat pounded in your chest, simultaneously hammering a zillion miles a minute, and yet feeling slow, syrupy.

Distantly, you registered the hum of voices in the background, Tetsutetsu trying to rekindle the happy atmosphere. But Shouto was so warm over you, breathing slow and shallow, a tall, strong anchor weighing you against the wall.

It could have been minutes or hours before he finally stepped away. He looked calmer, but a little dazed. You felt the same way, mystified by what had just occurred between you.

His gaze picked over you in some kind of assessment. “You’re well?” he asked carefully. His voice was pitched low.

“Yeah,” you managed, your throat weirdly dry. “Yeah. I—thank you, Shouto.”

Shouto inclined his head in a nod. “You, as well. I don’t usually…I try not to rise to anger. But when alphas try to use their power to—” he cut himself off. His throat bobbed with some emotion you couldn’t name.

“Your scent is….calming to me.”

You nodded. The beta chill thing again, like Mina had said.

“Your friendly neighborhood beta, at your service,” you saluted him, trying to ignore the strange, lingering shiver in your limbs.

A tiny smile quirked the corner of Shouto’s mouth, but his gaze remained fixed on you, almost inhumanly intense.

“That is not quite what I mean,” he said, but did not elaborate. There was something in his voice, in the way he was looking at you that you didn’t understand, but you didn’t know him well enough to try to dig into it.

Instead you just gave him another smile, your face heating as you noticed several people around you were still watching you.

You figured it was probably time to make an escape after that little scene you had just caused, for Shouto’s reputation as well as yours. You didn’t need people thinking Shouto had been scenting you for any reason other than your apparent beta chill pill scent, especially now that people at the party would know he was an alpha.

God, he was an alpha, even with a face like that.

You waved at him, garbling out another, “Well, thanks for the save! I, um, have to be going, but I’ll see you around!” before throwing yourself back through the crowd, your head spinning.

Mina had come out of the kitchen and tried to flag you down as you passed. You waved back at her like you’d misunderstood, quickly fighting your way back to Tetsu’s front door. You felt the weight of dozens of eyes on your back, and the prick of two heterochromatic ones, somehow more certain and weightier than the others. But you didn’t turn around, eager to get out of the crowd, still reeling from what had happened.

You didn’t know how you had been mistaken for an omega by that drunk alpha, and understood even less what had possessed Shouto to sniff you all over like that, embarrassed by how much you had liked it. It most probably had something to do with how inherently non-aggressive beta scents were supposed to be, maybe helping Shouto down from how keyed up he’d been about that other alpha.

But it had still been so embarrassing and strange, the way your head had tipped right back for him, the way your limbs had gone to jelly in his hold. You hoped he’d had a little to drink too or he’d probably realize how weird you were, reacting like that.

Finally, you spilled out of Tetsu’s and into the night, the evening air cool on your heated skin. The phantom touch of Shouto’s mouth still lingered on your throat, warm and disconcerting.

You beelined for home, your head swimming. You wondered just how long it would take you to forget how very strange this evening had been.

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harveybwabbit92 · 1 year ago

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Grocery girl: Ken Sato x Reader pt. 4

You were a delivery girl who was frequently dispatched to famous baseball player's Ken Sato residence, you were a nobody that anyone hardly paid attention to, until you found the legendary baseball passed out on his front steps looking like hell, being a bit of worry wart you help him inside and that things took a HUGE turn when you find yourself playing mommy for a giant baby dragon….

Part 1, Part 2,Part3

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The thing about being new parents is they go into it not thinking how much it'll change their life. as they build a routine around the baby's care that they often forget that they're still people, and need to take of themselves and each other wise over time the stress will start to boil over. And Ken had reached that boiling point as he came home from the game furious cos he got chewed out by the coach and he took his frustrations out on R/n as soon as he walked through the door.

The aftermath of the argument that ensued left Kenji with a sore cheek and even more bruised ego as R/n stormed out of the house in tears her parting words being "You have no right coming at me like, Sato! I'm not who took in giant baby and forced a stranger to uproot her life, because he's too proud admit that he bit off more than he could chew." Kenji made his way downstairs and felt his legs shake as he made his way towards the baby's containment chamber feeling even more frustrated.

He finally breaks down crying grieving over the stress and trials that came with parenting and driving off the only person that had been trying to help him and what was worst...even if he did go after R/n, he wouldn't know where she would go! in the month that they've lived together; never once had they ever sat down and just have a real conversation that didn't involve the baby. That, and he hadn't exactly been the nicest guy since she moved in with him either.

Mina asked if Ken would like to hit some balls as that usually helps him feel better and started up a simulation of the dodger stadium. Unfortunately Ken's frustrations seem to grow as he missed every pitch thrown his way, Baby watched him curiously and started giggling thinking he was being silly; He eventually got sick of everything and retreated to his room.

He kicked the mini fridge in his couch open finding a single can of coconut water. Ken snorted tried to kick the drawer shut but it was being stubborn after the fourth kick it finally locked and Ken buried his head into his hands. Mina approached him concerned, she explained that Kenji was experiencing a breakdown due to stress, no surprises there. She asked if he would like to participate in a counseling session simulation. Ken didn't want that.

"I need to talk to someone, not something...offense Mina."

"Then perhaps you should call someone, a friend? "

"A friend...Well I just chased out the closest person I could call a...."

"Ken?"

Ken had an idea who to call he ended up calling Ami Wakita for help hopefully she can help him sort his head out and maybe help fix things with R/n, but first he had to come off as subtle as possible so the reporter doesn't suspect his current living situation. Ken waited a rings for Ami answer. "Miss Wakita,. It's Ken, Ken Sato, I need to talk to you." Ami panicked a little thinking Ken calling to complain about her most recent article she'd done on him. "Oh, Mr. Sato. If this is about what I wrote, I'm sorry but I solely write based on what I see-" Ken interrupted her assuring that the reason for him calling had nothing to do with her article, he just needed a minute to talk.

Ami cut him a deal; five minutes of talking and he gives her an exclusive interview, Ken reluctantly agreed her her terms and began talking. He wanted to know how she does make it work? How does she juggle her job while also caring for her family at the same time? "I mean, how did you did not lose it on your partner or resist the urge to throw your kid out a window?" There was a slight pause on the other end and Ken was worried he said too much before Ami spoke. "Ken, do you have a secret wife and child? cos that would make one heck of a story.~" Ken felt his cheeks burn as he firmly denied it Ami snickered assuring him that she was joking.

She told him that parenting was difficult even with two people but it's a rewarding journey and though it can seem bleak and stressful at times, but there's always that awe that comes with these little lives are relying on imperfect you to guide them through it all, even teaching you a few things along the way the feeling you get from experiencing it is... "Incredible..." Ken said in awe as he watched the baby trying to copy him from watching some of his old games.

He asked Mina to lower the kaiju's containment field and managed to get a hold of a giant baseball bat he just randomly had lying around and handed it off to the baby. "...And your five minutes are up!" Amy stated Ken hadn't heard her right away as he was trying to Baby how to swing her bat. "Ken, are you still there?" The baseball players eyes widened as remembered her was on call with her. "Oh, yeah. thanks!" Ami said his thanks can be the exclusive interview he promised. "Ah, right. Let's meet tomorrow at Tonkatsu Tonki in Meguro, around 7?" He hung up before Ami agreed and Ken returned to teaching Baby how to play baseball he had Mina bring up a simulation a baseball field from his childhood complete with his mom cheering him on front the stands.

Ken showed the baby how to hold her bat and went to pitchers mound the first try didn't go so well as Ken had accidentally nailed her in the forehead causing baby to started crying; Ken went to calm her down and reassure her. "It's okay, it happens. We'll try again. this time keep your eye on the ball." Ken went to pitch again and this time baby hit a homerun! Ken and Mina cheered and ran up to the kaiju. "C'mon girl, time to run your bases!" the the baby laughed and chirped giddily as she followed her daddy.

Cut to an hour later the baby has fallen asleep though with some difficulty, Ken learned that R/n would sing to the infant kaiju; which was news to him(he was usually K.O.'d or fighting Kaiju while R/n was on duty.) According to Mina R/n has lovely singing voice. Lucky the teddy bear R/n got Baby combined some Music box melodies playing on the speakers was enough to calm the infant dragon down. Now Ken had different matter to attend to: Apologizing to R/n. it's been an hour or so and she still hasn't come back...

He did relax a little knowing they were on an island so she couldn't have gone far, she would've had to borrow one of his cars to leave (There was a Baby incident with R/n's car.)..."Mina did you give R/n a watch?" he asked in an anxious tone Mina confirmed that she had. "Bring her location up." Ken brows furrowed in concern as R/n location showed her off the shore in the ocean. "She probably walked onto a shoal path and got trapped on on a rock something when the tide came in." Mina theorized that didn't calm Ken's nerves as he told Mina to keep an eye on baby while he went to look for R/n he turned into Ultraman left for a swim out the airlock.

Meanwhile

R/n was cold, sore, wet and pissed off and worst off trapped on this rusty-ass buoy that she managed to grabbed onto as the current pulled her away from the shore, R/n scratched her arms and legs up from climbing onto to it as the ocean came more restless with each passing minute, and all she could do was sit there and berate herself. "Because you let it get to you, You let the stress and Ken get to you and that's you how you drowned in the sea...." R/n eyes widened horror as the realization dawns on her "Holy crap, I'm going to drown in the sea" Her complexion turned ashen as she last out a small gasp. "..Just like Meimei's card reading said." R/n said thinking back to her last shift.

*R/n was sitting in the DN6 break room eating lunch while Meimei sat across from her giving her a Tarot card reading with Digimon cards??? R/n looks at cards then at the teen skeptically. "...And how exactly would I drown in tea?" she asked while taking a bite of her sandwich.*

R/n thought it over for moment then shrugged "Eh, close enough..." And this was All be cause she just wanted a few minutes to herself and to be far away from Ken as possible! But being stuck out here made R/n realize she couldn't really blame him for lashing like that. He was stressed out they both were, neither of them haven't had a moment of peace in what seemed like forever! Hell they've barely spoke to each other since R/n moved in...One of them was bound to snap from the pressure eventually!

R/n looked across the pitch dark bay at the distance of the Ultrabase and wondered if she should risk it and try to swim back? The delivery girl looked down at her scrapped hand and legs then snorted. She'd never make it, R/n was by no means a profession swimmer and even if she was there was a risk of riptides; that with all the blood she was leaking she'd be inviting every predator in a near mile to a free dinner!

While was stressing over her current predicament she failed to noticed the two blue lights under the waters surface searching around until they looked up, they seem brightened up when they noticed her sitting at the water's edge, R/n let out a panicked yelp as tried to hang on to the buoy for dear life as the waves caused by the unknown entity crashed against it threatening to send R/n tumbling out to sea! *Oh, Great...now I'm gonna get eaten by a kaiju!* The delivery girl thought as the unknown creature broke the waters surface but what greeted R/n wasn't some aquatic monster wanting to eat her but instead the towering figure of Ultraman standing over her.

"R/n." He said with a relieved sigh as he leaned down to get better look at her. "Are you okay?" The delivery girl hugged the buoy tight as his movements caused the water to shift around. "I'd be happier if I was on land!" the delivery girl whined as the buoy shifted violently Ken reached out and held the buoy still while he held out his free hand out for R/n to climb on to. The tiny woman reluctantly hopped on and expected Ken to just walk them back to the base but instead he suddenly cupped his other hand over her. "Hey, take a deep breath for me, ok?" R/n looked up confused at what Ken was doing. "Hold my breath? what for-" her voiced echoed of into the distance as Ultraman suddenly flew off into the sky.

R/n felt like her stomach was yanked into her feet as Ultraman flew them somewhere when he finally stopped and set her down R/n needed a minute to get her bearings before looking around her eyes widened in awe as she took in the white sandy beach and untamed jungle in the distance. "Where is this?" she asked looking up at the silver giant who rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "It's just a random island my dad used for training, it's small enough not show up on any maps and completely uninhabited." he explained as the [y/hc] woman looked out into surroundings she could see some parts of the the island were all kinds of torn up and in the pale moonlight she could see areas of the beach were glassed over like it had been hit by a lighting strike or say an alien energy beam...

"Why did you bring me here-....Are you going kill me?!" Ultraman looked at her startled "What the hell makes you think that?!" R/n goes on a rant on how she knows and seen too much, she could go to the press! Which she wouldn't actually... but still she's a liability to his life! "Would you calm down? I'm not gonna kill you...I brought you here to talk." Ken reassured as he sat down, it was kinda funny seeing Ultraman sitting so casually in that sand as R/n reluctantly joined him...

the two of them relaxed to the sound of the waves crashing on the beach and crickets chirping in distant the jungle as Ken finally spoke up. "I'm sorry freaked out at you like that, It's just this whole thing with the baby and my jobs-" His timer started blinking R/n put her hand on his thigh. "Hey, It's okay. I get it..." Ken didn't seemed too convinced.

"No, what you said earlier; about uprooting your life... I never thanked you once for that did I?" The giant asked looking down the human his eyes dimmed somberly as R/n removed her hand from his thigh and looked down at her lap. "It wouldn't hurt to hear it every now and then...." The giant moved his hand so it was rested behind R/n who leaned back against it. "Well thanks, for everything." he said as the two sat in silence for a few moments enjoying the silence before R/n spoke up.

"I'm curious why haven't you switched back to human, don't you have 3 minutes or something?" Ultraman looked down at her oddly. "Uh...What? I don't have time limit, why would you think that?" he asked with sight laugh R/n's mouth opened but closed again when she couldn't come up with an answer. "I'm not sure...maybe I read it somewhere?" Ken was curious now and went to press where she had read that from? but was interrupted by Mina calling informing that the baby was waking up soon and she won't be happy seeing both her parents gone.

"Welp, looks like break time over, let's go home" He held his hand out for R/n to hop onto this time delivery girl was ready for take off as Ultraman jumped up into the sky, when they got back to base Mina chewed Ken out for not bringing straight home to have her scrapes treated before the deciding to run away for an hour.

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{Ultraman didn't turn back into Ken cos he knew they weren't going to be staying on the island long.]

{Also: Did you catch the Archer reference?}

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@mf-rockstar,@pattycakes2024,

@the-unhinged-raccoon,@karebears-klub,

@oh-kurva, @mashiromochi,

@boogiemansbitch, @ok-boke

@dap11

#tokusatsu #ultraman #ultraman rising #ken sato #emi #ken sato x reader #afab reader

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starrycassi · 6 months ago

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Zaunite Sign Language

We see in the show that touching foreheads with one another seems to be a very intimate thing to do for Zaunites. It is not necessarily romantic, but signals to a deep, strong bond between those who do it. Well, since Zaun was clearly a mining town, I think this habit comes from those times. We also see Felicia putting her fingers to her forehead as a way to greet her children, which could just be coincidence but I am insane and refuse to believe that coincidences exist in this show.

I think that, as deeply clothed as miners have to always be, letting someone else touch your forehead and general face eventually became a sign of intimacy between them, since it was one of the completely exposed areas of the body. Now, I know we see young Vander and Silco with not-so covering clothes (edit: yeah they put on those big ass coats. for some reason I forgot while writing this lol), but I’m being a bit more realistic here. I have family that lives somewhat close to Mina del Limón, which is a mining site here in Nicaragua, and people usually try to cover themselves up to avoid getting dirt directly on the skin, since a lot of the times this not only gets them dirty but ends up in mean rashes or other sorts of skin infections, depending on what layer of soil they’re working on at the moment.

All of this to say: I think Zaunites have a lot of signs that involve touching your forehead and involve only one (the other one usually busy with a tool or doing something else), since the noise in the mines would make spoken communication difficult and you can not just stop and walk over to someone in the middle of an excavation and signaling on other parts of your clothes would be harder to see if your hands are covered with soot, since their main light source would come from the helmets, ergo: their forehead/face would be the best illuminated part of their bodies. I headcanon things like touching up their index and pointer finger to their foreheads to then flick them up would mean things like “I’ve got you”, dragging their finger across their entire forehead “This is over/We can leave”, dragging their fingers from top pf forehead to tip of nose would be “I’m down/Can’t keep going/Help me/I need assistance” and so on. In a lot of circumstances where normal communication is stunted, languages tend to develop in other ways (like the Silbo Gomero, a whistled language in Canary Islands developed due to the distances)

I also think that, eventually, this evolved in Zaunite Sign Language (in a similar way to how Nicaraguan Sign Language evolved), which is what I personally Isha as being able to speak. I think almost everyone would know the very basic signs, since their parents teach them before they start going to work (and we see a lot of children working, so, very early) and these children would eventually teach their peers, even the ones that don’t work on the mines, so it’s a fairly widespread way to communicate. Add to this the time after the revolution, where a lot of miners would surely need to go into hiding for a time if they survived, or even before that, when they were planning and could not risk people hearing them — those would be circumstances that would surely foster and improve these signs!

I don’t know, I just really like linguistics and am a huge sucker for the development of cultural communication methods. Does this make any sense. Does any care. Should I expand on this. I mean I probably will because this blog has become a warped version of my journal but I still have to ask. To be polite.

#arcane au #jinx arcane #vi arcane #arcane #jayce talis #viktor Arcane #imagine jayce and cait slowly picking up on the signs and imitating/obeying them #oooooouuuuggghhhhh their partners so in love when they catch on what's happening #jinx and ekko doing a quick “I love you” (drawing a circle in the middle of the forehead then pointing to each other)#jinx going “I need help” in sign because saying it out loud feels to tiresome #ekko arcane #timebomb #jayvik #caitvi

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ateez-himari · 8 months ago

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Hi bb!!! Long time no see I missed you smm😔I hope you're doing good and resting well💗💗I had some annoying questions (as usual)

-I was watching some old bts mvs and I had a question which is, did pre-debut hima ever make a cameo in any bts mv before?

-this might sound weird but is there a specific meal or dessert or anything food related that is special to mingri? Like for example there's a lot of dishes that I connect with certain people either because we had a great memory while eating it together, or because they just remind me of it

-who are hima's closest idol friends and is there a specific idol that she opened up about her past to before she did that publicly

-has mimi and mingi released a song before dating that had some unsaid feelings? As they are both songwriters and alot of songwriters use songwriting as a way to portray unsaid emotions or feels towards a specific person

-last one I promise, is there any specific routine that the members started doing because of hima like it could be anything that she used to do alone that slowly became something they all started doing

I love you so much bb please eat and rest well mwahh💗💗🙏

OMGGG MINA HI!! I missed you too 🥹I'm doing okay don't worry, a little busy and you know uni stress, but I'm managing well! I love your "annoying" questions don't worry 😘

• Yoongi wanted to protect his sister from the media until her debut but the other members really wanted to involve her in a project, so he caved in and allowed her to appear briefly in the 'Run' music video. In an individual scene they can be seen at a small street shop, the girl almost 14 at the time, was pointing at a certain food very insistently and Yoongi eventually bought it for her with a falsely exasperated expression before ruffling her hair as they walked away. As per the rapper's very strict requests the scene was filmed in such a way that her face was not fully visible, only ever showing either her eyes, the back of her body, the lower half of her face, but never her entirely

The credit scenes also showed brief footage of them play fighting on set before he let her throw him onto the couch, grabbing her as she tried to run away in order to tickle her. Since news of their sibling relationship was not announced until 2019, people had many speculations about who this girl was but due to her visibly young age they simply wrote her off as a child actress that had grown close to the members

• When Mingi was feeling down she would bake him small tiramisu portions and sit in silence with him as he ate, often resting on his shoulder as reassurance, so in turns he attempted to make it as well. Unfortunately it did not turn out very edible and he was forced to sheepishly ask her for help, leading to the two bonding over it during one of the darkest days of their lives. Ever since then it's become a little habit to make this sweet treat for each other whenever they feel like the other needs comfort

• Hima, our little social butterfly, knows many people in the industry but is closest with; Jihyo and Momo (though she's close with TWICE as a whole), Jungkook, S.Coups, DIno (they have a secret maknae gc), Hyunjin and Bangchan. (She's also recently made friends with Kiss of Life's Julie, XG's Jurin and Chisa, and they're besties idc) The first ones to know about her past were obviously BTS, then ATEEZ and Taemin just so happened to guess from her behavior that something along those lines happened, leading to her opening up to him. Due to the very close sister-like bond, Jihyo also learned about it in detail prior to it becoming public knowledge. The only people who really know exactly what happened between her and Yoongi however are J-Hope and V (who overheard the conversation)

• Mingi wrote 'The Letter' using his longing for her - disguising it as nothing more than inspiration from some story he heard - and ironically enough Himari's song was also approved to be in an official album last minute under the name 'All About You'. The rest of these songs are still deep in their hard drives somewhere as neither wanted to have these feelings in the public eye due to this being a sensitive and painful topic

• It's usually Hima that picks things up from the members but one specific thing they began doing subconsciously is her little zoning out habit; whenever she zones out she tends to stick her tongue out a bit and they - mainly Wooyoung and Yeosang - started copying this. When she yawns she usually stretches her arms out in front of her and makes cat paw-like gestures to loosen her fingers and San actually picked up on this - our nyang-teez. While it's not much of a routine, she'll build stone towers to pray for the members' health habitually and seeing that it was very special to her they began doing it too

I love you too my sweet! Take very good care of yourself okay ? Mwahh 🥰🩷

#ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez extra member #ateez 9th member #ateez female member #kpop oc #himaask

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whatswrongwithblue · 1 year ago

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The Fire in the Sin

Chapter 10 - Masquerade

Word count: 5,570. Read on AO3. Series Masterlist. <- Previous Chapter.

Summary: Takes place during the events of Episode 4 of Season 1. TW, canon typical language, recreational drug use, abusive power dynamics, mentions of past domestic abuse and rape - not involving Alastor, a tiny bit of light fluffy smut.

Series Summary:

In the 1950's, Alastor met the woman he would eventually marry but unfortunately his Radio Demon persona went for her soul rather than her hand. He has to learn what it means to love, and cherish, without possessing and he does. Their relationship is beautiful, strong, unbreakable . . . but he carries a dark secret through their marriage for decades until eventually he has to face the consequences of that secret and leave her, without warning, for seven years. He returns, finding her at the Hazbin Hotel, and has to convince her to forgive him, while being literally bound to secrecy, unable to tell her any of things he now is desperate to explain to her.

(This is a duel timeline fic, timestamps will be a the top of every chapter.)

Chapter 10 - Masquerade

Present Day

Pentagram City

Mina tossed and turned in the early hours of the morning before dawn, when the night was at its blackest. She was overheating and repeatedly kicked off all the blankets, only for her skin to crawl with the lack of anything touching it, so she would wrap the sheets around her again, arms around her torso and tail around her legs, until she would break out in another sweat and start the process over again.

When she finally sat up, fully awake, feeling the wet ache between her legs, she knew her body was coming into heat.

In the early morning darkness, she counted the past months on her fingertips and sighed. It was spring. At least this was just the first one and would likely only last a day before the one next month when it would hit her in full swing. Three cycles in the spring and one in the autumn. The worst one was always the one in the fall, but that was still months away.

And for the first time in years, she wasn’t alone.

Mina turned to Alastor’s side of the bed, which was still made up neatly and cold to the touch. He hadn’t come to bed last night but that was expected. She had never known him to be the type to sleep every night and he had slept long and soundly next to her just two nights prior.

It was still at least an hour before the other hotel guests woke up, and then they would keep his attention all morning and likely through the afternoon. Mina knew she would most likely have to wait until that evening to jump him but the dull cramping in her belly needed sating now.

She took care of herself, quickly and quietly, letting her mind wander to the wicked things she would ask him to do to her later.

Afterwards, clear headed and slightly more comfortable, she went and took a cold shower.

Things were far from perfect between them. In fact, internally, Mina was struggling more than ever to keep faith that Alastor would eventually come clean to her about why he had left for all those years. But at least they had their physical intimacy to lean on now. They were back to sharing a bedroom and making love again and in those short moments of privacy between them, it was easy to forget the pain he had caused her.

The first time had been the very same night he had found out about her getting shot.

He had come back upstairs a couple hours after leaving her to take a bath and get some rest, finding her under the covers and reading, and offered her food and an apology.

“Chicken noodle soup?” she asked with a raised brow as she set her book down on the nightstand and took the bowl he was offering.

“Charlie made it, not me,” he said, and sat on the edge of the bed next to her. “Vaggie told her you weren’t well and she insisted I bring this to you.”

It looked and smelled as bland as unseasoned potatoes and Mina set the bowl on top of her discarded book.

“I’m sure she made it with love,” she said.

“I can bring you something else,” he offered.

“I’d rather just have you,” she said, remembering how their morning had begun, tangled up in their sheets together, before he had abruptly pulled away from her.

“I’ve been a jackass all day,” he said seriously, his brows pinching in confusion at her flirtatious behavior.

She laughed a little.

“Yes, you have,” she said, sitting up and pulling her legs free from the covers. “You’re always a bit of a bastard when you’re upset.” She moved until she was straddling his lap. “And you were upset because you care.” She had her hands on his shoulders for balance but then laced her fingers around the back of his head.

His own hands moved slowly up and down her back.

“I just don’t want to lose you,” he said and burrowed his face in the crook of her neck. “Not after everything . . .”

He didn’t finish the sentence. She had to bite back her anger at that. He still wasn’t saying nearly enough, even if it seemed like he wanted to. Mina just didn’t understand. She sighed, letting it go.

He had promised her she would understand eventually, she just had to keep holding tightly to that bit of hope.

“You’re not going to lose me, I’m not going anywhere,” she said, grabbing a hold of an antler and gently pulling it until he brought his face up to look at her. “Are you?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

They had made love then and it was like their first time all over again. His cock had filled her up so beautifully, his body so warm, strong, and tender above hers. When she orgasmed, it was like coming home. And the way he nearly lost control towards the end, his antlers growing and body morphing just a bit bigger than normal, told her he had missed this, too. He whispered words of love and praise into her neck after spilling his seed in her as his body relaxed, the static and emotion thick in his voice.

In the morning, she woke up to him naked and barely covered in sheets next to her, his red tail laying almost decoratively across his ass. She had been instantly hungry for him all over again and they went slower then, really taking the time to explore and reacquaint each other with their bodies.

They were so in love. It had been enough to fool Mina into thinking that their return to perfect bliss was right around the corner. When they were together like that, it felt almost silly to be angry about anything. In those moments, nothing could be clearer than the fact that they belonged together and that nothing could ever drive them apart.

Alastor was really good at that.

Any time she started to question him too much about things, showed any signs of irritation with him, he would find a way to distract her. Between helping Charlie run the hotel and keeping his wife placated, Alastor was a busy man these days. Whether or not he shared a bed with her the night before, he always made sure to have coffee and breakfast with her before getting wrapped up in the days events and if at any point they had an argument, he would make himself scarce for a few hours, just to return as sweet and apologetic as ever.

And despite the fact that he had hardly given her more than a hug and a kiss in the first two weeks of his return, they were suddenly making love a lot. In their bed, in the shower, in his radio tower. He even gave her an intense quicky in the small library that Sir Pentious had once tried to hide a camera in . . . in the middle of the day. Anyone could have walked in, and it was a risk her usually put together husband wouldn’t normally take. It almost made her wonder if he wasn’t in some kind of out of season rut but then he had gone back to acting completely normal afterwards.

Mina reflected on all of this as she cooled her overheated hormonal body down under the shower’s water and started to become confused and upset.

Was he gaslighting her?

Was he using the fact that she was touch starved and relieved that he was alive and well – all of which was his fucking fault – against her?

She had really thought that if she started doing as he asked, playing along with whatever his game with the hotel was; that if she allowed herself to just be happy that he was back and with her, that Alastor would eventually start telling her more about this huge secret he was keeping from her.

But it had been weeks – months – now since he came back and although she was upholding her part; playing the supportive, happy wife, he hadn’t given her anything besides sex in return for it.

Mina had even lost her job over it all. She had nothing now. Nothing except him, and this stupid fucking hotel, with its stupid pointless mission of redemption, and he wouldn’t even tell her why they were here. The people here, people who thought they were her friends, didn’t even really know her, did they? Not like her friends from The Pit or Cannibal Town. They didn’t know what she had been through, would judge her if they really knew what she was capable of, wouldn’t be able to deal with her through the worst of her moods. She couldn’t even tell Charlie what she did for a living when she first came to the hotel because if she were occasionally murdering souls, then it would go against Charlie’s mission to save those poor, wretched things.

Mina angrily slammed the knob of the water off and marched out of the shower.

She felt isolated, angry, hurt, and frustratingly still horny.

Forget whatever was in the cards for the day.

She needed to find Alastor, get him to fuck her hard for a couple hours, and then scream at him until he finally gave her some God damned answers.

Once she got dressed and had searched every possible room in the hotel for him though, it became apparent there was one small hole in her plan for the day.

Alastor was nowhere to be found.

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Charlie assured Mina that she had sent him off on an errand first thing that morning but that he would be back momentarily.

Mina felt ready to rip her own hair out.

She knew she was being pissy but was far beyond the ability to care. Charlie had to send him away on this morning of all mornings?! Her only real outlet for her pent-up energy when she was in heat was either sex or violence, and if she wasn’t going to get either of those for the next few hours, she needed drugs.

Before Niffty could rope her into helping cook breakfast, Mina disappeared back upstairs and banged on Angel’s door.

He opened it, rubbing his eyes, clearly having slept in.

“I need downers,” Mina said, rudely pushing herself under his two left arms and into his room.

“G’morning to you, kittens. How may I be of service?” he said sarcastically.

“Aren’t you listening? I need drugs.”

“Whoa, honey. What’s got your panties all in a twist?” he said, and placed one of his hands to his chest while dramatically lifting his chin. “I am a clean, pure, innocent soul. I would never desecrate my body, my temple, these holiest of holes with something as disgraceful as-“

“What is this?” Mina said, interrupted his monologue, and holding up a packet of white powder that she quickly found in the first drawer she opened.

“Crack,” he answered, deflating. “Look, pussy cat, downers ain’t really my thing.”

“Not even weed?” she asked, feeling like she might cry. Why the fuck hadn’t she prepared better for this?

“Oh baby, yeah, how do you think I sleep at night?” he said, reaching into another drawer and handing her a joint. “I just figured you were looking for something stronger. Might I suggest Xanax, Heroin, Fentanyl, Numbutal-“

“I’m more of a liquor and opium kind of girl when I need something that strong. No, this will do nicely, thank you Angel, you’re a lifesaver.”

She held the joint between her lips and held up her thumb to the end, waiting for the flame to appear.

Nothing.

What the hell?

She shook her thumb and tried again.

Nothing.

That bloody bastard.

Abadon had taken her fire away. Completely. They had probably done it when they healed her shoulder and left her just enough power to portal away so she wouldn’t be suspicious.

“OH FUCKIN’ HELL!” she half screamed, half growled, and started to cry.

“Whoa! Whoa!” Angel held all four of his hands up, completely caught off guard by the tantrum she was throwing in his room and not understanding at all what was causing it. “Hey, I ain’t cut out for this womanly shit, could ya please calm the fuck down?”

“That’s what I’m tryin’ to do here, ya daft spider!” she cried, pressing her palms to her eyes to try and force the tears to stop, the unlit joint hanging sadly from between her fingers. “Please?” she asked, in a frustrated whimper, “do you have a light, too?”

“Yeah, toots, whatever you need,” he said, cautiously handing her a lighter. “Jeeze, don’t you have a man for these kinds of things?”

“I don’t know where he is!” she bit back; teeth clamped tightly over the joint as she lit it. She took a long, deep drag in, holding it in for several seconds, before she tilted her head back and exhaled.

“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to calm herself down as she waited for the effects of the marijuana to hit her system. She wiped away the tears that had fallen in her outburst, blushing with embarrassment. “I woke up in heat this morning and he’s just fucking left off to somewhere. And I’m . . . well, I’m not the most mentally stable person on a good day, so I can be quite difficult when I’m like this. Especially if I don’t . . .”

“Get a good dick or some hard drugs inside you?” Angel teased.

“Or get to kill something,” she said, taking another hit.

She ended up smoking the entire joint herself and when she was still visibly tense, Angel shared a second one with her.

They went downstairs, earning themselves a glare from Vaggie when she caught a whiff of them, but Mina locked eyes with her and the shorter woman backed down before she started in with a lecture.

They still weren’t exactly friends yet, but they had a mutual respect for one another that was building towards that, and Vaggie had already got a glimpse of the kind of frantic mood Mina was in that morning, so she let the drug use slide without ratting them out to Charlie.

Mina wasn’t even visibly high. She was just far less jittery and slightly more pleasant to be around. Now she was sulking, because not only was she feeling neglected by her husband, but her oldest friend had betrayed her, and she had missed out on breakfast.

The morning only got worse when she was subjected to Charlie’s new idea for a bonding activity – show and tell.

She made the smart choice of sitting at the bar with Husk so that her view of the television set was limited during Angel’s turn. The sound effects were disturbing enough.

For a short moment, she actually found herself enjoying the activity when Husker started going off about everyone’s insecurities, until he called her out as well.

“Mina lashes out at everyone she cares about, so she can hurt them before they hurt her,” he said, before turning to Niffty. “And Niffty, you don’t even wanna know what her deal is.”

“And you like to blame everyone else for all your problems, rather than accept the consequences of your own actions,” she bit back, earning a pissed off glare from Husk.

Angel started laughing.

“Wow, the kittens have claws out this morning!” he said, and pulled Husker in as if to kiss him. “Meeeoooow.”

She snorted a laugh, knowing that kind of attention would only bother Husk more and watched as he reacted as she predicted.

The two were putting on quite a show for everyone that morning with their back-and-forth insults until Angel’s phone went off and he attempted to nonchalantly leave for work.

Mina reluctantly stood up from her place at the bar and went over with Vaggie to talk Charlie down as she lamented over the halt in the day’s activities.

“Maybe you could command a little more authority?” Vaggie offered.

“That is terrible advice,” Mina said.

Vaggie glared at her before turning back to Charlie.

“And so meeaaaaan,” the princess whined.

“It’s not mean, exactly. It’s aggressive kindness.”

“Um, no-“ Mina tried but Charlie was already jumping up from the ground.

“Okay! I could be so ‘aggressively kind’ to Angel’s boss that I convince him to let Angel spend more time at the hotel!”

“No! No, you will not, that will not work. At all,” Mina said walking over and grabbing Charlie by the shoulders, trying to talk sense into her.

“Oh, sure it will. Like I said, she’s the Princess of Hell. And I believe in her,” Vaggie said.

“You don’t know Valentino,” Mina snapped at her and then looked imploringly at Charlie, speaking softer. “There’s a difference between believing in someone and setting them up for failure. Do. Not. Go. There.” she said, emphasizing each word with a shake of Charlie’s shoulders. “Please, Charlie. Trust me on this, I know these Overlords, you won’t talk sense into them.”

“Maybe it’s never worked because no one has ever asked him nicely before!” Charlie said and Mina groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers. She was going to need another hit of something to get her through this.

“Fine, I give up. Go ‘command’, or whatever you think you’re going to do, Princess,” she sighed and walked away. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

___

Mina had really tried to be a better person that day.

She took as many drugs as she had to, to get her body to behave, so she could be polite to the other residents, and they still insisted on fighting with each other.

She had tried to stop Charlie from going to Valentino’s, offered her sound advice, and had been ignored.

She had tried waiting patiently for Alastor to come back from his ‘quick errand’ and hours later, he was still nowhere to be seen. Why he refused to carry a cell phone was beyond her. She had one, and she was an older soul than he was, even if by only a few years. Even Abaddon and Lucifer had phones for crying out loud.

She had been doing what he asked, and letting him know where she was going and with whom anytime she left the hotel, and he – the one who had gone missing without a trace for several fucking years – didn’t think he should have to return the favor?

Fuck him.

Fuck everyone here.

Fuck this whole hotel.

She sat at Husker’s bar, nursing a whiskey, and smoking a cigarette.

Angel wasn’t back yet either, which was probably Charlie’s fault for making things worse, so his bedroom door was locked and all her other options for downers were locked away as well.

At least the liquor kept her from ripping everyone’s heads off and the nicotine kept her hands from shaking too badly.

“Mina?” Charlie’s voice asked shyly from behind her, “maybe you could find somewhere else to smoke that?”

“Why?” she responded coldly, “not like anyone here can die from lung cancer.”

“Well, still,” Charlie said, and Mina turned around and looked at the solemn Princess. She had her arms around herself, looking more down and insecure than ever. Valentino must have really put her in her place. Whatever, Mina thought, she deserves it. “It can’t be good for you,” Charlie finished.

Mina laughed, a dry, humorless laugh. “And you would know what unhealthy lungs feel like, right love? You know what it feels like to cough up a mouthful of blood and still not be able to take in enough air?”

“Leave her alone,” Husk said. “The kid’s just trying to be nice.”

“No, she’s right, Husk,” Charlie said, “I-I’m sorry. You’re an adult. And this . . . this is a bar, after all. It’s what it’s here for.”

Mina nodded and took another drag of her cigarette.

“Don’t mind her being a bitch,” Husker said, looking at Charlie. “She’s just in a bad mood because Alastor’s not back yet. She wants to make her failed marriage everyone else’s problem.”

Mina threw her glass at Husker’s head, watching it shatter with satisfaction.

“HEY WHAT THE FUCK!” he said, blood dripping down the side of his face but the cut she had made was already closing. Too bad, he still retained some of his powers from being an Overlord and could heal quicker than most.

“Shut up and poor me another,” she huffed.

Charlie sat there, mortified and wide eyed, as Husker did exactly as he was told.

“Maybe one of you should go cool off somewhere,” she tried to offer.

“Not a chance. I need this” she said, lifting up her new glass of whiskey, lightly shaking it in front of Charlie’s face, “and he needs to remember his place. Do his job and not insult the wife of his boss, ‘failed marriage’ or not.”

Husker stayed silent as he swept up the shattered remains of the glass off the floor.

“Mina, your marriage isn’t a failure,” Charlie said softly. “Alastor will be back any minute. And you two still love each other. Whatever is going on, you’ll get through this. You’ve seemed so happy lately.”

“Glad everyone else can see how happy I’ve been besides myself,” Mina sniped and downed her glass.

She was behaving abhorrently. She knew it enough to feel guilty but then the guilt just made her angrier. It was a vicious cycle of emotions that she couldn’t even fully blame on being in heat; being mean made her feel good. It was probably the core reason why she ended up in Hell.

Vaggie came over and Mina rolled her eyes, knowing things were just about to get worse.

“Look, I get being worried,” she said, making it obvious she had been eavesdropping. “You two are . . . ah . . . different, okay? Your guys’ relationship is your own business. But, I know what it’s like to stress about someone you care about,” Vaggie put a hand on Charlie’s shoulder and gave her a sickly sweet lovestruck look, “But Alastor can take care of himself. I’m sure he’s just been busy today and will come back any minute now, safe and sound.”

“You think I’m worried about him?” Mina asked. “Oh, no, I’m fucking furious with the man.”

“Look, I’m the one that asked him to leave this morning,” Charlie started in. “If you want to blame anyone, you can blame me.”

“What an amazing martyr you would make,” Mina said, “but tell me, did you ask him to go on a short errand when he was gone for seven years?”

“No, but-“

“Then stay out of it,” Mina snapped.

“He’s probably just doing something to help the hotel-“

Mina held up her hand and Charlie stopped talking.

“Look at you two,” she said, gesturing with her cigarette between Charlie and Vaggie. “Young love. And it’s the real thing. What you have, it’ll last. It’s pure and strong, the kind of love anyone can see when they look at you. And neither of you can even imagine hurting the other one, yeah? If you yell at her, it’s like fire in your throat. The thought of her being hurt, it’s like a knife stuck in your ribs. The fear and pain of just the thought of her leaving you; you can’t breathe or think. You would never ever do anything to betray her, right? And you’re so confident that she feels the same about you. The very idea of an affair is laughable and what’s a worse betrayal than that? But just give it time. One of you will do something the other one couldn’t even fathom. Not another woman, not abuse, but something that will tear you to shreds, nonetheless. And on that day, come talk to me. Until then?” Mina took a final drag of her cigarette and then stamped it out on the naked wood of the bar. “Learn to mind your own fucking business.”

She got up and left, leaving a stunned Charlie, Vaggie, and even Husk silent in her wake.

___

Alastor was having a fantastic day.

Actually . . . it was pretty awful.

Everything was taking much longer than expected. It was tedious, and he would have to carefully explain away his absence for the entire day . . . or not. Charlie had so much planned for the day he doubted anyone really noticed he was gone. Still, the day had been frustrating, and he felt that now familiar feeling of invisible strings yanking him around a stage, making him do things he didn’t care to do, and keeping him from where he wanted to be.

What was fantastic about it was the brevity of it all.

It was over in just a few hours and rather than remaining alone, forced to be separated from his home and his heart, he got to return to the hotel and his wife.

Things had been just lovely between them lately. It was better than Heaven. Mina had been soft and sweet with him these last several weeks. Although it was clear she was still terribly curious about where he had been, she seemed to be slowly letting it go and just enjoying the fact that they were together again. It made him giddy as a teenage boy to have her back, to regain some control over his life again, and he clung tightly to that shred of happiness they had rekindled in each other.

He almost stopped and got her a bottle of wine and flowers, just to smooth over any transgressions she might feel over him being gone all day, but then decided it would just delay his return more. Better to just get back as soon as possible. And if he really needed to, he would summon whatever items he needed to later.

Alastor walked confidently through the doors of the hotel, whistling a happy tune.

He stopped short when he noticed a rather pathetic version of Vaggie sitting alone in the lobby, shuffling through television stations.

“And where is everyone on this fine evening?” he asked, striding over to her.

“Angel took off, Husk is out looking for him, Charlie is upstairs trying to work out a way to do damage control for tomorrow, I honestly don’t know where Pentious and Niffty are, and your wife-“ she took her eyes off the T.V. screen and gave him a pitying look “-is upstairs plotting your murder.”

“Ah, she has not taken my absence well today, has she?” he asked, glancing up at the staircase.

“Yeah,” she said with a laugh, “you could say that again. Where have you been, exactly?"

“Oh, I’ve been a busy little bee,” Alastor said, tapping her on the head with his microphone, before walking towards the stairs. “I’m sure you’ll all see the fruits of my labor, soon enough.”

He melted into shadow and drifted along the walls and out of sight.

“So fucking creepy,” Vaggie muttered to herself.

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Mina was just throwing on her leather jacket when she felt rather than saw Alastor appear behind her.

He had his arms around her, and his mouth to her neck, before she could spin around.

“My, my, don’t you look delectable,” he said, taking a loud breath in and biting her softly right beneath her jawline as he exhaled.

She hesitated, for just a second, her body craving his touch too much for her not to. But she was so blindly angry that even the throbbing between her legs couldn’t win over her fury.

“Don’t touch me,” she said and stepped away from him.

“Mina, please allow me to explain,” he said, assuming she was just upset that he had been gone all day without explanation, unaware of the depth of her hormonal fury at him.

“You know what? I don’t even care right now,” she said, turning to face him once she had put some distance between them. “And I wouldn’t believe a damn word that came out of your mouth, anyway, so don’t bother.”

“And where are you going?” he asked, with a politeness that was hardly believable.

“Out. I called some old friends and we’re going out,” she said, holding up her cellphone as if he had never seen one before. “Some people have these, you know.” She pocketed the device in the back of her jeans. “I need to kill something after the day I’ve had, no thanks to you.”

“My darling, I really don’t care for the idea of you going out and looking for trouble. Not after what happened last time.”

“Well, if I get in trouble, I’ll call someone. Let them know where I am. Don’t worry love, I’ll be back before seven years comes and goes.”

“Ah, so that’s what this is all about.”

“It’s what everything is about! You left me. Spin it however you want, Al. You left me. And you’re a bloody damn fool if you think being sweet and throwing a few fucks my way is going to make me just forget that if you won’t even try to tell me why.”

“I am trying,” he said darkly.

The lights flickered in the room for a moment, but Mina just scoffed and turned around.

“You’re the worst husband I’ve ever had.”

He moved right behind her as she put her hand on the doorknob of their room, grabbing her and spinning her to face him.

“I’m the worst?” he said, his eyes black with fury and hurt. “What I’ve done is the equivalent to beating and raping you?”

“No,” Mina said sadly, watching the shadows crawl up the walls of their room, beginning to darken everything around them. “No, what you did was worse. Because I didn’t love him. He could only hurt my body. But you, you broke my heart, so you’re far worse.”

His grip on her shoulders lessened but the room only grew darker.

“Don’t say that to me,” he said, his voice quiet but far less human than normal.

She shoved him off, and he stepped away from her and into the room, but his shadow came off the wall to her side and pulled her deeper into the room as well.

Alastor was keeping his distance but also keeping her from the door.

“Take it back,” he said.

“Tell me why you left me,” she countered. “Then maybe I will.”

“I’ve already told you a thousand times, I can’t.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, you can’t? You really expect me to believe that, love? You? You always do exactly what you want to do, so if you wanted to tell me, you would. It’s not like you made a fucking deal over it.”

As soon as she said the words, she knew it.

The look on his face gave him away more than anything he could ever admit out loud.

“No,” she whispered, watching the shadows retreat from the walls. She shook her head, “No.”

“Mina, please-“

“Tell me you didn’t,” she said.

A heartbeat went by.

“I can’t.”

And a heartbeat later, hers shattered.

“You sold your soul?” Her voice was so small, her throat so tight she could barely speak. This was the worst thing she could imagine. She hadn’t even been able to imagine it, it had just been a throwaway insult. Alastor, her Alastor, would never do that.

He didn’t answer.

“Alastor,” she said, and went to him then, putting gentle hands on either side of his face. “Please. Just tell me yes or no.”

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers.

“I can’t.”

She stepped away from him like he’d slapped her.

“When?”

Silence was his only response.

“How could you?” she hissed. “We’re married. That’s supposed to mean something, even to you.”

“It does,” he said, reaching for her. “It means everything.”

She took another step away.

“It means nothing now! We’re supposed to belong to each other! Husband and wife, that was our deal, you’re supposed to me mine as much as I am yours.”

“I am,” he said desperately. “Please, Mina. I am still yours.”

She was crying now, she felt the hot tears going down her cheeks, but they were silent. She was too stunned to sob yet.

Alastor stepped towards her again and this time she didn’t move away. She closed her eyes as his fingers, sharply clawed and capable of such violence, gently stroked her cheeks and brushed away her tears. He kissed her forehead, between her eyes, and then her lips.

“I am all yours,” he said.

“How can you be?” she said back, looking into his red eyes, seeing the devastated look on his own face, and felt her world fall away. “How can you be mine if you gave yourself to another?”

She stepped slowly away from him, further into the room. The door was behind him, but it wasn’t her only exit and she no longer cared if he knew.

“I hope it was worth it,” she said, and stepped backwards into the fiery portal she had opened.

She watched it close shut in front of her before he even got halfway to her.

Next Chapter ->

@saccharine-nectarine, @inuhalfdemon

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor fanfiction #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x oc #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel fic #alastor fic #alastor #radio demon #the fire in the sin

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loriane-elmuerto · 2 months ago

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right so no star wars edit this year bc i was too exhausted honestly, BUT!!!! i can drop details what it was gonna be and it's abt the happy ending au bc i cannot accept this misery 🫶

essentially. in some even worse timeline, an older Ahsoka saves Mina from getting riddled with blaster bolts (and her killing her own men) on the Temple stairs, the same way Ezra saved her. she gives very little explanation except for "fix this" and throws her through a gateway in the world between worlds

which is how a very confused and traumatized Aminata ends up back in 21 BBY, at the start of the war. and it's an entire trip for her bc she's seeing all of her friends alive and well, as well as facing Cody and Zuru, who just wanted her dead, is an Experience.

either way, most major events of the war still happen, Mina doesn't have that much power to prevent it. what she does, however, is subtly influence Padme and a very select bunch of people to start an independent investigation into Palpatine and his schemes, and it takes them essentially the entire course of the war. along the way, certain deaths are prevented, like Ponds (Zuru's command brother), Steela, Fives, and others, bc a ripple is all that it takes to cause a tidal wave. or something

anyway. at the same time Mina works overtime to pry Anakin away from Palpatine's influence, which is a slow and painful process, but it pays off in the end, bc that albino scrotum gets kicked out of office. that investigation was successful (and almost cost them their lives in several assassination attempts). and he does try to kill them in a fit of rage. it's a horrid battle, Anakin kills him.

the aftermath of the war is not something to be sneezed at either, the jedi get locked in a battle of debates over what to do with them, the separatists, and most importantly, the clones. it may or may not involve Mina screaming at the senate abt how much they sacrificed in the war for them, who knows. she almost gets tried for being a political nuisance. they eventually win in the end, and the clones are given citizenship rights, thanks to the effors of Mace, Riyo Chuchi, Padme, Bail, and countless others

SO WHAT HAPPENED TO INDIVIDUAL PLAYERS:

Sword and Shield helped Mina in the rebuilding efforts on Arreyel. some of them stayed there, others went their own ways. Zuru became a cute farmer with his own little band of critters.

Ahsoka stayed within the order bc her trial never happened. she grew to become a Jedi knight, eventually undertaking her own student

Anakin retired from the Order to raise the twins while his wife continued her political career. he needed a Long break from the war and the turmoil he was put through re: palpatine

Seline (Mina's best friend, ex Jedi master, current queen of the underworld) and Maul were left alone to rule their criminal enterprise in exchange for intel on Palpatine. it's an evil but a necessary one which helped spare Satine (and Mina herself in the end)

Sarai was taken to Coruscant for training at the start of the war, where she received full training and eventually met a lonesome Mando bounty hunter when she was 18. it's a long story

Aminata and Obi-Wan got married 3 years after the war ended because A LOT of reforms had to be passed at the Temple. the ceremony was the most public thing in a While. a lot of guests were present at the official part. it was beautiful, it was emotional, there was a lot of crying involved. politically, it was a sign of change. their son was born a year after that

#anyway happy may fourth everyone #next year y'all are getting an revamped edit for Sarai in honour of the Mando movie #i probably left out a lot of details here but. yeah #oc: aminata clarmonte #oc: sarai clarmonte

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rohirric-hunter · 4 months ago

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"for the dancing + the dreaming" x2 mayhaps? 👀

This is in response to a pseudo ask game where I asked people to send me the name of a song on my master playlist for my LotRO AU and I would say something about why that song was on the playlist.

So the reason why there are two versions of that is kind of a funny story. So, I didn't write Léonys of Rohan in order. There was a progression of going from Part 1 to Part 10 so that everything flowed correctly and there were no blatant contradictions, but if I was writing Part 2 and not really feeling it, I would jump ahead and write future scenes. (This is why there were months-long gaps between the first few chapters and the last three were posted within a week of each other.) As a result, Part 9 was actually written before a lot of the rest of it. It didn't much resemble the final version of Part 9 and took place in Edoras, but most of the dialogue was actually largely unchanged from that first version.

So the first song that I associated with these scene was actually I See the Light, from Tangled. It tied well into Léonys getting everything she ever wanted and then realizing she wanted something else more. I wanted a solo version, though, since the song didn't really apply to Hathellang, and after some poking around I found the Brent Morgan version that actually ended up on the Léonys of Rohan playlist. He actually posted it while I was shopping around. That song initially transplanted the scene to the pier of Minas Tirith. And that was the song that sat on the playlist to represent that scene up until the day I actually sat down to write the scene.

Sort of parallel to all this, I saw How to Train Your Dragon 2 for the first time, and I really liked For the Dancing and the Dreaming. I had actually heard the song before; I really liked Erutan's cover. But I didn't really immediately associate the song with Léonys and Hathellang. I did listen to a whole bunch of different covers of it, though, and crowned the cover by Peter and Evynne Hollens as my favorite. At the end of that video, Peter shouts out the cover by The Hound + The Fox featuring Taylor Davis, who inspired the video he did. This was the first time The Hound + The Fox really came onto my radar. I clicked through and listened to their cover -- the version of the song that would eventually find its way to the Léonys of Rohan playlist -- and I did not like it. My reasons basically boiled down to, "My high school vocal coach wouldn't have liked it." Which was fine. I clicked off it and determined not to watch it again, and went on with my life.

I still didn't associate the song with Léonys and Hathellang. I think the fact that it opened with a mention of sailing kept me from properly making the association. I remember wondering if I could ever write something that would involve Léonys getting on a boat and deciding it was almost certainly not going to happen. :)

And then the day came that I sat down to write Part 9, and I put on I See the Light, and it wasn't doing it for me. I think it might have been because it's a very Léonys-centric song choice, and Hathellang had developed a stronger voice and bigger role in the story than I had intended or expected, so the song wasn't really working with the scene anymore. I tried for several hours to write it anyway, with no luck, and finally had to face the fact that I was listening to the wrong song. Peter and Evynne Hollens' For the Dancing and the Dreaming was in the recommendations for I See the Light, so I clicked on that, and it was a bit better, definitely more what I was looking for, but still not quite it. The way it speeds up at the end didn't quite match the scene I was writing. And then, on a whim, I clicked on The Hound + The Fox's cover. A cover which, I will remind you, I did not like.

But it was what I needed to write the scene, and despite having not liked it when I started, within two hours I loved it. The scene was written and ready to post before lunchtime.

Both versions of the song stayed on the master playlist because I think the Peter & Evynne Hollens version is still my favorite. Maybe there will be some other situation I'll write about later where it will fit better. :)

#thanks so much for the ask! i really do love this song its so sweet #the wind will set me racing #there were actually a lot of versions of part 9 lol #at one point i tried to have it happen at cormallen and that just didnt go anywhere #i started writing and it just felt wrong wrong bad so i dropped it like a hot potato

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the-rebels-and-the-saints · 1 year ago

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Can we just step back and take a moment to appreciate the fact that we now have the smallest, tiniest, most insignificant inkling of an idea as to what might happen in TWP?

And that after New Year we will have more small, tiny, insignificant inklings as to what we might get to see?

CC has us all in web woven by her novel universe. I love her.

But gratitude and all aside, it's TWP CrAckPOt ThEorY TImE (by yours truly)!!

I have some pretty random theories and headcanons that I will be randomly spouting around now and for the next couple of days.

Theory #1: Kit gets gold wings.

Hear me out, why not? He's not just any old part faerie, he's the descendant of the First Heir! Also, Clary had a dream in CoLS of two people standing together beside a lake, one with white hair and black wings and the other with gold hair and gold wings. At the time, it was assumed that those two people were Sebastian and Jace, but the pieces are falling together! ASH HAS WHITE HAIR AND BLACK WINGS, can you not tell how excited I am?

Theory #2: The disappearance that Kit and Ty have to investigate is Livvy's.

I mean, does anyone reading this post have other ideas? It would make sense, since Dru would be sucked into Faerie danger, and even if she wasn't, she couldn't really help Ty because she can't even see Livvy. And if we assume that Dru is in Faerie, Kit is literally the only one Ty could go to, since nobody else knows (except for Magnus and Ragnor, who I think would either be too busy or simply refuse to help, thinking that if Livvy had finally truly died, then it would be lucky that the world got off without having to pay for it). Ty would, obviously, try to find Livvy on his own, but the thought that only Kit could help him would be nagging at him the entire time. So either he finally plucks up the courage to ask Kit, or they just bump into each other on their own. Either way, they team up together, very begrudgingly on Kit's part, because he'll be all ice and "I hate you" on Ty. Then, Kit's faerie magic spurts out again in a moment of danger, or in a fight scene where they're outnumbered, and Ty, aside being amazed, interrogates Kit heavily, and when Kit is finally worn off, he tells Ty angrily about his heritage and how if Faerie knew of it, the entire lands would be after him. And even though the thought gives me immense pain, I think that eventually, it's how Jessa dies, and Kit blames himself for it, and added to how he has to take care of Mina and live for her, he absolutely refuses to help Ty any longer. But then, when danger strikes again, his faerie magic comes out in full, Kit gets himself severely injured. And THIS happens:

"Well, it's a bit ironic, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

"All that effort to convince you I wasn't in love with you, and here I am, dying in your arms."

[Teaser #6] Link below.

I just realised I gave an entire rant about it, I'll stop now.

Theory #3: What can transpire between Dru, Jaime and Ash.

And I don't mean this just romantically. Dru getting involved in Faerie finally connects the dots, since Ash literally lives there, and Jaime disappeared there. Their storylines probably merge somewhere around TLKoF and they have their own adventures. Also, headcanon; you know how in TDA, Jaime was all distant when he found out that Dru was 13 and not 16, like he'd thought? And how he literally left, like, the next day? So, what I'm thinking is that he was already beginning to crush on Dru, and he was disappointed, not because she hid her age, but because they wouldn't be possible. Okay, okay, I know Jaime said that Dru was like his sister, but that if you go to that scene, you'll find he's speaking after a moment of being silent, perhaps drinking in the situation. I think he says that because he's trying to convince himself that whatever he likes about Dru is just friendly, and nothing more. Now, I know that people don't have the kindest opinions about DruxJaime, because Dru was just a child when they met, but if you really think about it, 13's really not that young, and Dru was really mature for her age. And this 3-year gap is nothing compared to what Lucie and Jesse had going on. Girl meets a 17-year-old-looking boy when she was 6 years old. Can you believe the age gap that I'm too lazy to calculate? So yes, DruxJaime is plausible, it can and will happen, although Dru will obviously end up with Ash. And if CC pulls an open end to Jaime's character like she did to Matthew, I will literally cry. I really dislike open ends, because it fills me with so many questions! I hate not knowing what happens next! I really want Jaime to either end up with Anush or go poly with Thais, which I know is just wishful thinking at this point. Any character will do, CC! Please and thank you!

Okay, I just read this entire thing over, and my self-critic says; this is not a post, this is me ranting. My writing is literally all over the place. I feel like I wrote too much. But I think I got it all out for now. This was fun.

#Honestly this has turned into a Shadowhunters rant.#I tend to dive deep into a topic #I'm sorry #the wicked powers #twp #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #dru blackthorn #ash morgenstern #jaime rosales #anush joshi #thais pedroso #cassandra clare #shadowhunters #theory

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astro-b-o-y-d · 10 months ago

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Did I ever talk about the roleswap AU idea I had where Bill and Mina were in place of Dipper and Mabel, and Ford was in place of Stan? I don't have a LOT of ideas for it but I was thinking about it last night at work.

#Hayley Speaks #It basically starts out similar to the original show; kids get sent up to Gravity Falls for the summer to stay with Ford #And eventually start uncovering some secrets regarding a journal with a weird Pac-Man like symbol on the front #That's as far as I got though #I think Bill would be skeptical of Ford at first but overall pleased that he gets a summer away from home-#-and his nagging therapist and doctors #(I haven't decided what his mutation translates out into an AU where he's human but I assume some kind of mental illness-#-that involves hallucinations and the like)#(Or maybe that's what his parents ASSUME and have tried to get him unsuccessful help based on that thought process)#Anyway Mina's a bit more nervous because she's probably started realizing she's a girl and realizes she can actually BE a girl-#-for the summer if she wants to. But it's scary :( What if Ford told their parents and that freedom was taken away :(#Anyway both clearly have a little something different about them and Ford picks up on this IMMEDIATELY #And goes 'Well I'm the six-fingered freak of the family so I'm going to do EVERYTHING I can to make these kids feel welcome-'#All while trying to work on his plan in secret to get Stan back #But where are Dipper and Mabel you ask?#Mabel is probably in Bill's place and Dipper is not in the AU due to Mina not making her appearance known until AFTER canon #Sorry Dip

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sketchfanda · 1 year ago

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Kirishima’s Mystique:Well, Hello Nurse!!

The medical ward of UA had been seeing quite an uptake in students checking in for treatment in recent times with some students even getting themselves hurt on purpose and why you might ask? Well look no further than Recovery Girl’s recent new medical assistant Heloise Nurse or more commonly known by the nickname Hello Nurse!! And really when You first lay eyes on her, how can it not be the first test of words to come out of your mouth? She was a real head turner who could make even the most heterosexual girl question if she’s maybe a little bicurious after all but while she may have seemed like a bimbo airhead ditz you’d have found gracing the centrefold of a sensual pinup magazine, she was still quite the professional and knew how to do her job.

Of course Mineta though he’d been slick getting himself hurt in the junk but the blonde had shifted responsibility of his care to Recovery Girl who was more than annoyed to say the least at the grapehead’s lame obvious attempt at sexual harassment. Besides incidents of a similar nature like that being few and between however, she was still proving herself good at her job with her mannerisms and overall dedication to her work ensuring positive reactions among the UA student body. For someone who seemed like a brainless bimbo, she knew just the advice to give on their quirks, Izuku hasn’t even broken any bones for months now much to the relief of the faculty!! She was pretty much the Florence nightingale of UA who was even finding herself with a fan club that even had a few female students in it.

It said a lot that Kirishima was among the few students, male or female to yet have had their own encounter and interaction with the enigmatic nurse but he’d certainly been hearing the odd rumour here and there. Can’t be helped when you’re in a threesome relationship with Mina and Maya who loved themselves a good bit of gossip as well as try to put ideas and fantasies in his head about getting an intimate “check-up” from the blonde medical angel of UA. The aforementioned rumours consisted of nonsense like that apparently she was a secret agent or that she used to serve as assistant to a psychiatric counsellor at some big time Hollywood studio back in America which of course was to do with her transfer here to Japan. Apparently she had some issues involving stalkers or sexual harassment and the like so being here at one of Japan’s premiere hero schools was a fresh start for her.

But as with any rumours, it was all she said he said they said with only the a nurse herself being the one who could confirm any truth or deny it. Not that the hard-headed redhead was one for gossip and rumours, granted he couldn’t deny Heloise was more than easy in the eyes but also happened to have brains? That was plenty Manly as Crimson Riot would call it, that was for damn sure. Eventually of course the wheels of fate seemed to conspire and make sure the sturdy himbo got himself a long overdue appointment with the medical angel because damn it they wanted to see some action!!

It was simple enough as one fine late afternoon, the hardheaded redhead had stopped by the nurse’s office for a quick checkup and patch up. He’d made a rare mishap of overexerting himself during one of his workout sessions at the campus gymnasium, leaving himself feeling a little strained and sore so he hoped and figured a quick peck from Recovery Girl might help out. Just his luck to find the medical ward occupied only by Nurse herself, who was quick to give him a firm but playful lecture not to get hurt like that as she looked him over before proceeding to request he go topless and lay flat on the medical bed. That way she could apply a soothing balm by massaging it into his skin to heal his aching muscles, making Kirishima blush as he struggled to keep his libido at bay.

Heloise:”I can tell macho guys like you like to prove yourself, but doesn’t mean you got to put yourselves at risk like thstat, you’re still young after all….”*The nurse playfully lectured as she sought out and found the balm, pouring it a little extra body oil for good measure. Her blue eyes sneaking a glance at Kirishima as she watched him fully expose his muscular torso, biting her lower lip sensually as she supressed the urge to growl and moan. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking of a student in such a way but well let’s just say the odd female student or few she’d dealt with as Assistant nurse at UA who had shared some…quite juicy details about the Red Riot. Very vivid details that kept her very warm and wet at night.*

Kirishima:”Y-yes ma’am, sorry ma’am….”*The sturdy himbo nervously stumbled as he complied with the Nurse’s firm but gentle orders, laying flat on his front which helped to stop his eyes from wandering and ogling her. Oh certainly many male students like Mineta had been direct in how hot they found the blonde blue eyed fantasy come to life but seeing her up close and personal properly like this made him realise they’d been understating it. Shuddering as he felt Heloise straddle his waste and proceed to work on his back, massaging from the centre of the spine to his neck and shoulders. Her magic fingers working away at making his sore body feel that little bit better as the sound of her melodic humming filled his ears.*

As Kirishima found his mind and body being taken to paradise, Heloise couldn’t help but let her own thoughts drift and wander off as she worked. It was impossible to keep her naughtier thoughts at bay when she was being so hands on with a such a prime physical specimen like the sturdy himbo, her fingers and palms gliding with silky grace along his muscles as it became clear to her just how long it'd been since she had last been with a man. To be held in such strong arms and feel the warmth of skin on skin among other such intimate deeds. To forgo any shame or sense of inhibition and make like animals in the ancient dance of man and woman....

The sensation of arousal flowing through every nerve of her body only grew all the more so with every groan or sigh of satisfaction from the angelfaced himno as all his aches and worries went away. Particularly when she had him turn over to lay on her back which afforded him a fine view of her straddling his waist, her mini-skirt clad bubble butt pressing against his groin and her bountiful bust struggling to be contained within her uniform. All the while she herself had found the front of his torso was as good if not more so as well built and sculpted as his backside had been, as she worked on making those firm pecs and those washboard grinding abs glisten. It was like a work of art brought to life and yet here he was not ogling her and undressing her with his eyes, such a gentleman.

If anything really got her pulse racing, it was a man who didn’t immediately lust after her and could see her as more than just a pretty face with a smoking hot body. And here was Kirishima being so polite as to not stare at her, his Lil’ Riot was clearly showing how he was feeling as her miniskirt clad derrière could feel a rising bulge in the groin of his pants which made her shudder. Silently gasping and panting with rising passion as she couldn’t resist her urges, leaning close towards him as her face inched closer and closer to his before finally pressing their lips together. Surprising him with the sudden kiss before she found herself pleasantly experiencing him return it as their tongues began to entwine and dance together, Heloise moaning sensually as her desire took hold of her sense of professionalism and mixed it with the thirst of her libido

Before Heloise herself realised it, she was bending over by the edge of the bed as she had her tits freed from her blouse as they were drenched with a coating of the balm. Sandwiching Kirishima’s flagpole stiff erection between her mounds as he now laid in the bed fully naked, groaning as the bombshell nurse delivered him a very lubricated titfuck while she kissed and licked his pumping, thrusting cock with her luscious Ruby red lips. Her sapphire blue eyes twinkling with lust as she rubbed thighs together, feeling them sticky with the arousal that flowed and soaked her panties as she was soon grasping and stroking Kirishima’s cock in her hands. Plunging her lips onto that shaft with erotic abandon as she commenced with a stunning deepthroating fellatio, idly wondering if she’d been wanting this subconsciously as it would explain why she chose the more edible oil.

Kirishima meanwhile couldn’t believe this was happening right now, to think he’d be living out a cliche porn fantasy made reality in more ways than kne as he watched and felt Heloise suck and blow on his cock. Being reminded of the odd daydream or late night fantasy he’d been having since she started working here, the constant playful stunts and ideas put in his head by Mina and Maya as he took a gentle yet firm grasp of those silk blonde locks of hers and began to buck his hips. Deep moans from her muffled mouth as she was clearly loving the sudden facefucking, her mouth feeling like an oral pussy as inches of that long, thick slab tickled the back of her throat. She was practically feeling herself cum from such assertiveness, to say nothing of his scent and taste dazzling her senses.

And so it went of course as the blonde bombshell nurse and her young stud patient didn't resist going along with flow of momentum guiding them as the medical office was soon filled with a distinct sound. The heavy creak of bedsprings, the heavy rhythm of skin smacking on skin and the passionate moans pouring forth from Heloise’s ruby red lips as she bounced and rode on Kirishima’s shaft cowgirl style. Wearing nothing but her nurse cap and her ivory white high heels as her tits bounced and her ass jiggled while her stud held her hips firmly as he jackhammered away into her snatch’s eager and slick embrace. Gasping with delight whenever he would suddenly reach up to squeeze her boobs or slap her booty for good measure in displays of asserting dominance which of course really turned her on.

After all just because he was a gentleman didn’t mean he had play it gentle with some slow soft making, oh no an absolute physical unit like this could be as rough as he wanted and needed with a girl like herself. What a unit he was as she couldn’t stop her hands from feeling up and massaging those muscles of his before she found him suddenly sitting up to lock lips wit her once more, her brain going numb with ecstasy as their tongues danced together while he deepened his thrusting. Heloise wrapping her arms around him, holding on for dear life as the forces of an intense climax washed over between them as she orgasmed while feeling him cum inside her. Soaking his lap with her spraying nectar as he flooded her womb with his manly seed, gasping and panting as they rode the wave of pleasure yet her mind shd enough awareness to notice and realise his cock wasn’t getting soft or limp which meant he was only just getting really started.

Kirishima of course wasted no time in getting right to the next round and th one after that and so on as The bombshell known to many as HELLOOOO Nurse found herself playing out her most intimate, secret porno fantasies about being a nurse within the office. Deep throated moans pouring forth from her lips, mascara tear stains painting her face as the Red Riot took her any and every which way in ways no man had ever truly taken her. From being bent over her desk as she was being fucked doggy style, her tits swaying as her ass jiggled with every impact of Kirishima’s piston thrusting length and girth to pinning her up against the wall with her arms and legs draped around him as she kissed him with thirsty passion and hunger. Marking much of his body with kiss marks from her lipstick as the floors became stained with growing puddles of their mixed juices before Heloise found her brain having quite a bold idea to spice up their fun.

The idea in questiin consisted of taking the massage oil balm and pouring it all over her curvy bombshell body, enhancing their primal fucking as her glistening lubricated body and his made sweet, hot rut. From hanging head off the edge of the bed as he facefucked her to pinning her in a mating press as he took her like the caveman he was performing as with sexual perfection. The pair so into their lovemaking that they didn’t know they had an audience, in the form of Kirishim’a ever kinky sexy girlfriends as Mina and Maya were watching through the crack of the door to the nurse’s office. Sexy grins in their pretty faces as they relished with voyeuristic delight as they snapped a few pictures and recorded some videos on their smart phones. They knew that letting Nurse know she had an open invite to enjoy their boyfriend would come to pass but lucky thing he had needed to get a check up after his workout, they didn’t even have to set him up and convince him.

So they were very proud and turned on at their alpha male going with the flow, licking their lips sensually and erotically biting their lips at the primal scene before them. Before deciding enough time had passed to add themselves to the mix, surprising the blonde hottie and their stud with their presence as he was in the midst of plowing her in missionary style, suddenly hugging and kissing him as they showed up wearing copies of Heloise’s outfit. Making it clear to their man that he was about to have himself a little Sexy fun playing doctor with them. Heloise’s office once more becoming filled with the sounds of bliss and passion as she began to experience first hand just how wild Kirishima could get when his two alpha girls were enabling snd egging him on and oooh it was….so much fun.

After that intimate encounter of course, Heloise always made sure to find a time to have Kirishima come on by for another “check-up”, especially if he could bring along both Mina and Maya or one of them. Often signalling these appointments by sending him a naughty, sexy or nude selfie for his eyes only of course, to which the chivalrous himbo always showed up on time with punctual dedication. Most in their class or across campus chalked it up to Kirishima being as concerned about his health as he was his fitness except for Mineta of course who had s feeling he was getting blueballed and cuckolded yet again. The trolling expressions from Mina and Maya certainly didn’t help alleviate his suspicions one bit.

for Heloise Nurse of course, let’s just say a little regular round the clock not beef injection did wonders for her motivation and dedication to her work. Especially when talking with Ms.Midnight about the possible benefits if the Rated R heroine’s theory about sexual activity snd it’s emotional and mental benefits for the future heroes to be. If it was played out right oh it’d be controversial as much as her debut outfit but it’d be revolutionary all at once, that was for sure. Why she was proof of it and it made Heloise so glsd she transferred from America to Japan, Hollywood was getting hectic especiallt when a certain trio of siblings were being quite the handful…long story there believe you me….

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