#and i will continue doing that because i love HIVE

[idunnowhattowriteheretbh]

HIVE short story yipeeeee :D

NOT CANON STORY BTW‼️‼️‼️

HIVE belongs to @braisedhoney, I recommend checking out Captain's acc and also @talesaboardthehive to see canon lore

This story contains some headcanons and there are also ideas from @beartitled about the HIVE (bumblebee dogs, honey pipes, etc.)

And also it is mainly from my hivesona's pov

Anyway have fun reading it :D I'm not sorry for possible grammar mistakes /silly

Late Night Walk

The HIVE was never silent.

During the day you can hear crew talking in the many halls of the ship. Conversations, jokes, laughter, arguments, cries, you name it, you hear it. Sometimes even in the vents when someone went up there, usually followed by startled yelps as they were caught by COLONY.

There are some calmer places to rest when someone is tired or needs to focus on something, you can rest in spots like the honeycomb nap rooms, or the library.

In the morning and evening it is a bit quieter, but not that much, the sound of crew waking up, finishing their duties, or preparing to go sleep can be heard. Its not that loud as it is during the day though.

In the night, most people would expect you could hear a needle fall because of how quiet it would be, but that wasn't true.

The HIVE was never silent.

Late at night you could hear the soft humming of the ship, or the buzzing of many of the mechanics on the ship, or if you pause around one of the many honey pipes you can hear bubbling. And throughout the night you can hear different sounds, like a door opening and sleepy footsteps, or rarely; the bark of one of the bumblebee puppies.

In its own way, it was interesting to listen to all of the sounds. It was calming and it was a way to keep themselves busy when Sol wasn't able to fall asleep like right now.

They listened to the humming, with a bit of imagination you could hear a rhythm in the humming. Kind of like a heartbeat, but that probably wasn't true. The ship didn't have a heart did it?

Along with the soft humming they listened to the quiet buzzing of their lamp on the table. They could've turned on their radio to listen to whatever channel would be able available, but they didn't feel like listening to a radio.

To be honest, they didn't feel like doing anything. They weren't able to fall asleep for the past 30 or so minutes and they have given up on trying to sleep.

Sigh.

They might aswell get up and go for a quick walk. That could help them fall asleep later.

Yea. They could grab something warm like milk with honey to help them sleep....or coffee with honey and work on the armours-

Either way, taking a walk won't hurt.

After a moment they stepped out of their sleeping quarters and looked around. The lights were dimmed and there wasn't anyone in the hallway. It was quiet.

With a sigh they let the door behind them close and locked the door with a keycard, then they started walking to one of the kitchens nearby.

It didn't take them as long as it usually did. Only one door which was surprising, but not like they minded. It was nice not to get lost for once.

After walking into the kitchen, Sol quickly looked through the snacks cabinets and didn't find anything they would like to munch on. Their

Hmmm.

They weren't feeling like eating anything right now.

Might aswell take a walk while they're out.

Upon hearing footsteps getting closer to the kitchen they quickly got out of the kitchen and disappeared in the nearest door. It led them into a hallway. Oo this one has green walls. That's not something you would commonly see on the honey themed ship.

The hallway changed directions few times and they had to go through multiple doors. One of them even lead to the cryo, no idea why there, but it sometimes happened.

Footsteps echoed through the hallways as it took them some time walking in the dark hallways, where the light source came from the dimmed lights and the honey pipes, before they got to the spot they wanted to go to.

One of the big windows that let in the soft light of the stars was on the wall to their right and they walked to it to gaze out into the space. The protective barrier that was around the ship was visible a bit behind the window along with the stars.

They loved to look into the space through the big windows that were around the HIVE.

One would think that windows and space isn't a great mix but the sight out of them is amazing. You just have to make sure the windows are strong enough.

Stars, planets, galaxies, meteorites, supernovas, whole planet systems and more were a sight to die for though.

Sol especially loved to see how colourful the space could be despite how they sometimes got existential crisis over how the space was big and empty.

They liked to space out (pun intended heh) while gazing out of the windows in the living room like places on the ship, not listening to what was going on around them and focusing only on the beauty of the space outside.

It was interesting and amazing to see what could be found there.

When something interesting like a new planet was found, then for the next few weeks it was the main topic in conversations, and the more curious and adventurous crew members even went down onto the planet to do some things to help Leander gather more information. Sol was apart of those expeditions few times and it was always fun.

Most of it was done by drones though to ensure safety. As far as Sol remembered there weren't many accidents on strange planets but it didn't hurt to be safe.

It didn't take away the excitement from how the space could be amazing, in fact, for them it made the unknown even more interesting.

Sol's workplace where they worked on their projects, like the weapons and now also armours, always has few posters with something about space and they even have some in their quarters.

They couldn't remember from where they got it and how long, but one of the posters were about stars and constellations that can be seen from the Earth and they sometimes try to find some of the stars. Sometimes they were successful and sometimes they weren't able to locate some of the stars.

They sighed and put their hand on the window.

(Open the image for better view)

The stars shimmered with soft glow and they stayed there, staring at something that kind of reminded them of the milky way.

It was a pretty sight and they would never get tired of it, it was always beautiful.

The company of the silent stars was welcome after one of the more busy days on the HIVE. The soft humming could be heard along with the bubbling of the honey pipes and they stood there, enjoying how calm and quiet everything was.

The HIVE was never silent.

They took a deep breath and smiled. There was a nice warm feeling in their chest as they continued to watch the space.

Even when they sometimes missed their time on Earth they wouldn't leave the HIVE. They have gotten used to the chaos on the ship and they loved to be here. They love the space and the HIVE with all the occupants. Maybe it was a little foolish to be this loyal, but they had truly found a home here.

The HIVE was their home and they would risk their live to protect it along with others on the ship.

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

What the fuck it cut off my tags, whatever

I do deserve a treat :( Thank you <3

sorry for ranting, also sorry half the rant was cut off

this is the single worst way i've ever read to describe an erection, frank herbert

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Despite Danny's best efforts, no matter how much time past, Amity Park refused to see Phantom as a hero.

Sure, there were pockets of support, particularly among teens, but most of the town blames Phantom for the property damage, saying if he didn't fight the ghosts then it wouldn't be so bad, to that time he got mind controlled by Freakshow and "attacked" the mayor. It wears him down. It wears Tucker and Sam down. Jazz can only try to support them all.

Then one day, a member of the Justice League visits. Someone minor, and kinda a jerk... maybe a Wonder Twin? Zan? Whatever. They don't investigate; they don't look deeper. They listen to the town folks and declare the ghost hunters, Red Huntress and the Fentons, to be the official heroes of the town.

Worse? Danny Phantom is officially considered a villain to the Justice League. Tuck hacks into the Watchtower and confirms that they have a file (a heavily inaccurate file) about how to defeat Phantom.

Danny doesn't think he can do this anymore.

A few weeks later, a young villain escapes into Amity and demands (begs) that Danny help them escape from the hero after them. No idea who, I can't find a lot of info on teen villains in DC, so let's fudge some ages and make it Kyd Wyckyd from the Teen Titans cartoon. Danny agrees, because to hell with the Justice Losers, and they defeat the hero, becoming friends in the process. Kyd confesses that they became a villain after being ostracized bc of how they look, and they've been trying to avoid villain organizations because HIVE was abusive, but it's really hard to be a villain alone bc of all the heroes.

Sam gets an idea. Tucker agrees with the idea. Jazz is just happy they'll end up making friends.

The next day, the Teen Villain Alliance is formed, ready to assist with any teenage illegal shenanigans their allies might get into.

Some notes:

It's created to be a healthier option for teen "villains" to connect with others and support each other.

It's more important that this is for Teens rather than Villains. They're tired of adult villains taking advantage of them. The TVA would rather ally with a teen vigilante than with an adult villain.

Again, no idea who the teen villains are, but Klarion is definitely here. He leaves the Light for the chaos of the TVA. Maybe Ember is there too?

Timeline wise, this is around when Tim is still Robin, but Damien has arrived at Wayne Manor.

This is because, when it comes time to try to infiltrate the TVA, they'll have a convenient child-assassin who has none of the monitors of a teen hero that Phantom immediately picks up on.

Damien, who at this point has been abandoned by his mother, dismissed and scolded by his father, and has had no success at carving his own place in the family, jumps at the chance. He is then surrounded by peers who don't insult him or try to change his behavior (too much; jazz is trying to help him find healthier methods of expressing himself). He... might not want to continue being a spy.

Danny, Sam, Tuck, and Jazz are the founding members.

Danny reinvents himself as the High Prince of the Infinite, Prince Phantom Dark. He got kingship from fighting Pariah Dark, but since he's still alive, he's only a prince. He steals the last name Dark as an intimidation tatic against those in the know; only Danny would have the balls to claim family with Pariah.

Sam works as a powerless villain, but she might no be powerless? Either way, Danny gives her a bunch of repurposed Fenton tech, and she buys the rest with her parents credit card. She does NOT care if that's traced back to the Mansons. She would choose something goth, maybe something spider related or even bat?

I love Pharaoh Tucker, so I think he should get magic powers? Since pharaohs of old were considered the balance between the real and the divine. He's still a tech guy, now he's a tech and magic guy.

Jazz isn't really a villain, more of a team mom who's planning on using everyone's psyche's as her thesis paper. You know what, that's her callsign, she's Psyche. Sometimes she flirts with Nightwing.

[bunnis-monsters]

First, I LOVE your monster/hybrid posts. Second, you've mentioned in one of your posts about how some bee hybrids are more strict/dominant....

So what if we're being a little bit more bratty/uncooperative with the attendants and some dominant bee hybrid punishes us for being a brat...

Omg when this happens it’s chaos.

You’ve been bratty all week, maybe you’re cranky because you’re tired or just want time to yourself. Either way you’ve been fussy with your attendants and they’re at their wits end.

They adore you, but even they can only take so much.

Every month your attendants switch out so others can have a turn, and in comes a dominant bee.

You go to mouth off to him and he raises an eyebrow. It’s almost like he’s daring you to continue…

And when you do, you’re pinned down, your was in the air as he gives your fat pussy light smacks.

“What was that, my queen? I’ve heard you’ve been nothing but a little grump all week. Do I need to show you what happens when you mouth off to the wrong person?”

Already, all of the other attendants are in an uproar, ready to kill this attendant for him dating to strike the queen’s royal pussy, but they pause when you let out a moan.

Your pussy is drooling, and you’re no longer wearing the same pout you’ve had all week. He sinks his fingers into you, his other hand giving your ass a harsh slap.

They want to be mad, but seeing their queen in such a position…

Maybe fucking the brattiness out of you will be the best outcome for their hive and put you in a better mood…

So the attendants fuck you silly, all getting their own turn to rough you up a little.

The more docile attendants come back to a much calmer queen, and are just happy you’re no longer being fussy.

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[p0orbaby]

Indexical Reminder of a Morning Well Spent

i sent a little of this to @wosofutbolfan and it apparently passed the test so here it is

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The goal was fucking beautiful.

A pure, uncut masterclass in footballing telepathy.

Alexia had barely looked before she whipped the ball into the box. You were already moving, already there, like you had a GPS tracker embedded under your skin, waiting for the exact moment to strike. One touch, a ruthless finish, and the net rippled like it was bowing to your greatness. The crowd went feral. Commentators lost their minds. Pundits called it art.

Now, in the changing room, your teammates are still reeling.

“Okay, but what the actual hell was that?” Mapi demands, pulling off her tape.

Pina shakes her head, throwing a towel over her shoulder. “It’s not normal. You don’t even look at each other. It’s like—like she breathes, and you just know.”

Patri squints at you. “Do you practice that at home?”

Irene folds her arms. “Be honest. Do you two have, like, a shared consciousness?”

Kika points at you. “Are you some kind of footballing hive mind? Because I refuse to believe that was just instinct.”

You stretch out your legs, completely unfazed. “It because we fuck all the time.”

Silence.

Alexia, who had been mid-sip of her water, chokes.

Coughs. Gags. Almost dies.

Mapi slaps the locker and cackles. “That explains a lot.”

Pina’s eyes widen. “Excuse me?”

Patri grips her towel like it’s a seatbelt. “What does that have to do with football?”

You shrug. “Everything.”

Alexia is still spluttering. “No, no, no. Stop.”

You ignore her completely. “When you have sex as often as we do, you develop a kind of… connection.”

Alexia lunges, slamming a hand over your mouth. “Don’t you dare.”

Mapi grins. “Oh, no. She has to.”

Alexia glares at her. “She doesn’t.”

Kika leans forward. “No, I think she should.”

Pina nods, barely suppressing her laughter. “For scientific purposes.”

Patri crosses her arms. “If we’re going to be subjected to your disgusting public displays of on-pitch chemistry, we deserve the full explanation.”

You lick Alexia’s palm.

She yelps and jerks away like she’s been electrocuted.

You wipe your mouth. “As I was saying—”

“No. No,” Alexia pleads.

You continue, unfazed. “I know her body. Every inch of it. The way her muscles shift. The exact moment she tenses before she—”

Alexia actually grabs you. Tries to physically drag you away. “We’re leaving.”

You dodge, side-stepping like you’re evading a stubborn defender. “I just mean, when you’ve had someone clench around your fingers enough times—”

Alexia lunges again.

You bolt, darting around the physio table.

Mapi screams with laughter. “OH MY GOD.”

Kika has tears in her eyes. “Please, keep going. This is the greatest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

Alexia is desperate. “Stop talking.”

You dodge her again. “It’s pure instinct at this point. Like how I know exactly when she’s about to—”

Alexia dives. Misses.

Pina has collapsed onto the floor. “I cannot breathe.”

Patri is crying. “Make it stop.”

Irene wipes her face. “No, keep going, I need every detail.”

Mapi is wheezing. “Wait, wait, wait—are you saying that every time you score a goal off her pass—”

You smirk. “It’s basically an extension of our sex life, yes.”

Alexia grabs you, shakes you like she’s trying to reset your brain. “You. Are. Deranged.”

You grin. “Fong pretend you don’t love it.”

She shoves you. “I’m not pretending, I loathe it.”

Mapi is practically convulsing with laughter. “You’re telling me every single assist—”

“—is just an echo of last night’s activities? Oh definitely.”

Kika collapses onto the bench. “I need an exorcism.”

Alexia physically hauls you toward the showers. “We are leaving this conversation.”

You plant your feet. “Wait, wait, just let me finish—”

“No.”

“I’m just saying, it’s good motivation, you know? The more I score, the more assists she gets, the better the reward.”

Mapi screeches.

Pina is on the floor.

Patri is pleading with the universe.

Kika throws her water bottle at you. “LEAVE.”

Alexia shoves you through the doorway. “You’re done.”

Mapi wheezes. “This is the best day of my life.”

Alexia looks at the team like she’s asking for divine intervention. “This is the worst day of mine.”

[xxgothchatonxx]

Something I really enjoyed with Sinners was that Remmick and his villainy wasn't what I was expecting... but then it kind of was?

I thought it was going to be like Firebite. A criminally underrated Aussie western show where the vampires were literally in place of the smallpox vials the British brought over back in 1789 to "aLlEGeDLy" (translation - that was absolutely the plan..) wipe out the Indigenous Australians. So, I thought Remmick, Burt and Joan were hired by the Klan to take out the juke joint or something like that.

But... yeah, that isn't what happened. Instead, we got an "oppressed becomes oppressor" villain. And the thing is, I do believe HE thinks he's doing the right thing. Peace, love, equality among all, one big happy family! But that message has been warped. Every single "family" member has been forced into it, their minds are melding into one hive-mind, there's no privacy (they can all see their memories) and his primary goal is getting Sammie's gift. Yes, he does try to appeal to Sammie because yes they have gone through similar hardships. But Remmick is continuing that cycle. (For crying out loud, he was literally force-baptizing Sammie during that scene! The message was as subtle as a brick to the head!)

So, massive congrats to Ryan Coogler (and of course Jack O'Connell's performance) for writing such a fascinating vampire villain (edit: just to be clear. I'm not saying "oh Remmick was just misunderstood and not really a villain") that brings quite a few layers of horror to this story.

[writtenbythemoonandstars]

Camping

Part 4 of the First Date series

Possible content warnings without spoiling too much include: descriptions of injuries and medical procedures and discussion of past sexual events.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Robby has always loved camping. The smell of pine trees and sap, of fire and smoke. The serene sounds of birds, crackling fires. When he was a kid he'd camp by the ocean and the waves crashing were always enough to put him to sleep at night. 

The taste of bug spray bitter on his tongue as he accidentally breathes it in. "Honey, I think you've scared off enough bugs. Put it down." His voice soft amused. When he'd heard she hadn’t ever been camping before Robby quickly booked them a site the first weekend they were both free. 

"I'm allergic to mosquitoes you know." She sighs, spraying her arm one last time before setting it down. "Not like… deathly but I don’t want to break out in hives." 

"I don't think anyone within a hundred mile radius will come in contact with any bugs thanks to you." He teases, laughing. Raising his hands in surrender when he gets a look.

"Maybe I forgot to mention that just because I haven't ever been camping before doesn't mean I felt like I was missing out on anything. It's great that you're Bear Grylls or whatever but I'm meant to sleep in an actual bed. Not like… a sleeping bag on the dirt." He just continues to chuckle at her. Not taking any offence. 

"You'll have fun I promise." 

There are a lot of things you don't say in the ER or as a doctor in general. Things like, "Seems quiet" or "calm" or make promises which you have no control over. 

Which is probably why two hours later it starts to pour rain. Making it difficult for Robby to start a fire. Seeing his… girlfriend? Is that what he calls her now? They haven't really talked about it but he's not seeing anyone else and she's been coming over at least three times a week for the past four months. 

Anyway, she's drowning in the jacket he fortunately packed. Causing him to be the one that's soaking wet. "Is this how I looked when I showed up for our first date?" She asks. Amused as she observes him work. 

"Better." Robby replies, winking when he catches her rolling her eyes. 

He ties a tarp high enough it wouldn't catch fire but also cover the pit from the rain. 

"That’s really hot." She says. Resting her head in her hands, watching him. "It's so…" She shrugs, not thinking of the right word, "manly?"

"Yeah?" Robby stands. Moving closer, his hands sliding around her hips. "You like it?" 

"Mhm." Nodding, eyes closing as he kisses up her neck. 

"You taste like bug spray." He comments after pulling back.

"I used an entire bottle before I got out of my car. You can imagine what that smells like." Robby laughs. He moves to sit down on the log next to her.

"I may hate it out here but I can see the appeal. The rain, the fire, it's all very calming." She nods. 

"We'd camp every year, sometimes more than once, when I was a kid." Robby tells her. He feels her nod and lay her head on his shoulder. "Grandma was a really big fan of Survivor." He adds, "recreational camping is obviously a lot different than the tropical survival they do on the show but sometimes she'd make my brother and I do puzzles or eat rice and fish out here."

"Oh yeah?" She snorts, "Grandma has taste." Robby feels her nod. "Watching Survivor was probably one of the only times my family and I got along growing up. Probably because we were all sitting watching tv instead of talking to each other." 

"Are you my girlfriend?" He can't help but blurt. The thought on his mind for a while now.

"What do you mean?" Her head tilts up, "w1hat else would I be?" 

"I don't know… I- I just… we hadn't ever talked about it. Officially. I didn't know if you wanted to put a label on it." Robby says honestly. 

"Michael." Looking at him in the eyes. "You were the first man to eat me out. That's not nothing." He rolls her eyes as she laughs. "I'm serious though. I'm not seeing anyone else." 

"I'm not either." 

"Good. Then we can label it." She nods. "Boyfriend." 

"Girlfriend." Then he leans in to kiss her. The fire burns on it's own while Robby pulls her into the tent…

The next morning Robby wakes her up early. As if they hadn’t stayed up late the night before. She groans. "Isn't camping supposed to be relaxing? Waking up at-" Checking her phone, "5? Jesus, Michael." 

"This is the whole reason I brought you out here. Come on." He throws her a jacket and crawls out of the tent to wait for her. It's the excitement in his tone movements that has her moving, though mumbling complaints about it. 

"It's only a mile baby." Seeing her frown and the protest on the tip of her tongue. "I'll carry you if it's too much." 

She rolls her eyes. "With that back?" He just waves her off.

Her mood improves though when she sees why they got up before daylight. Seeing the sunrise from the top of this hill after a mile- an uphill mile she wants to add that Robby conveniently "left out". 

If only Robby remembered that due to the rain last night the dirt trail would be incredibly muddy. On the walk down both of them shared stories about work. Robby thought about her question, "Have you ever had any patients where they stayed totally calm in a situation where they should not be?" 

"I had this guy come in with a nail in his hand. Like, straight through the palm. Kept joking that now he could finally get out of helping his brother move this weekend. Meanwhile I’m trying to keep a straight face while removing an actual hardware-store nail from a human hand. It missed all the major nerves and tendons by millimeters. I stitched him up, wrapped it, and told him to avoid power tools for at least a week. And definitely not to pick up any couches-" He turns when he finally realized there were no sounds of footsteps behind him anymore. 

Where did she go? One minute she was right behind him, grabbing the water from his backpack, and now…

"Michael?" Her voice broken, he nearly didn't hear it. 

She'd fallen down off the side of the hill, laying at the bottom. Slipped in the mud and just tumbled all the way down. 

"Fuck. Hold on. I'm coming." He has to be careful getting to the bottom where she is. 

"Did you hit your head?" Robby reaches her quickly. Swiftly checking over her condition. He doesn't hear an answer right away and snaps his head to her face. "Baby? Did you hit your head?" Robby pulls a pen light from the first aid kit in his backpack. 

"No, but your water bottle hit me." She picks it up. Her eyes are normal and reactive to light. Despite the metal bottle to the head he rules out concussion for now. 

There's no blood, which is honestly a miracle, except for a small scratch on her chin. Doesn't even need stitches. 

"Michael?" Her voice strained. Nervous. He looks up from where he's securing a small bandage to her chin. But she's not looking at him. Following her eyes… his heart drops. 

"My ankle isn't supposed to look like that right?" She quickly grabs on to the pocket of his jacket. 

"No it is not." Robby can tell it's fractured. 

"Fuck…" She replies slowly. "Do you have to like- uhm- like set it? Or Whatever?" Both of them still looking at her foot.

"Yes I am." He already pulling out his phone, despite not having any service he should still be able to contact emergency services. 

"Wait-" Her eyes wide, holding the jacket he shucked off, "this is going to hurt?" Well, he didn't shove it in her mouth for no reason. 

"Yeah honey." Robby nods, the expression on his face telling her it physically pains him to have to do this. "But only for a second. I promise." A kiss is pressed to her forehead. 

He can see the apprehension on her eyes. "I'll get you the biggest margarita or ice cream sundae or honestly whatever the fuck you want baby." Hating the situation they're in. "You're so brave… and strong-"  

"Holy- Fuck. Okay." She nods. "Giant fucking margarita… Count to three?" 

He nods except he doesn't want her to tense when he gets to three. So, he says, "One. Two-"

The crack and pop is sharp in the otherwise quiet morning in the woods. 

The jacket sleeve falls from her mouth as she gasps for air. Choking which turning into gagging and spitting up some of her granola bar from an hour ago. Robby rubs circles across her back.  

"I thought we said three." She snaps though not necessarily mad at him. Just in pain. 

He moves his hands up to her shoulder. Letting her grip his wrist tightly. Leaning in to his lap. "I didn't want you to tense up." Kissing the back of her hand. 

"Paramedics will be here in twenty minutes. But I have to get you out of here." He splints and ties up her ankle before helping on to his back.

"What about-" He shakes his head. "I'll be fine." Waving her off. 

It's about halfway when he feels himself seizing up. "T-tell me a story-" going back to what they had been doing on the walk down the hill. 

She rubs his shoulders the best she can, knowing this isn't easy for him to be carrying her like this. "I had a client a few months ago who I hadn't talked to in a while. I saw her email name had changed and I asked if she had recently gotten married-" She stops talking when he stops walking, needing a break. The tension tight in his back. "Keep going." He nods to her. 

"She told me she'd been recently divorced." He starts to walk again so she continues. "It got so much worse after that and it was already awkward… I don't even remember what sparked her to tell me but she said she caught her husband cheating on her with her best friend.."

"What did you do?" They're nearly back to camp. 

"I told her I was sorry and after we finished the meeting for the day I pawned her off on a coworker and never spoke to her again." The embarrassment of what happened and the guilt of cutting her off after their awkward encounter creeps in from time to time but she forces herself to push it down. 

The paramedics arrive soon after Robby sets her down carefully then stretches his back. He watches her sleep on the ambulance ride to the nearest hospital after she was given some pain medicine. 

A boot for 6 weeks and some physical therapy. 

"You know…" She looks over at Robby slowly. A little loopy. "I had a lot of fun camping." 

That makes him laugh. "Did you?" 

"Mhm. We should do it again." Nodding. 

"I'll ask you again when you're not on drugs." He softens his laugh to a light chuckle. Pressing a kiss in her hair. 

"Okay…" She whispers before falling asleep again. 

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Let me know what you think!

Also, btw, I know there hasn't been any mention of Robby having a brother but I added him in just for the sake of the story he was telling idk

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[ohnoitstbskyen]

Seeing that Luke post get thousands upon thousands notes is giving me hives. How does one become this fandom brained? I know the jokes are "don't mess with fans of X they don't even watch/read/listen to their own film/show/etc." and any fandom is going to cause some amount of ooc behaviour for the sake of jokes and memes and stuff, but surely at some point the character is so bent out of shape you stop to ponder what you're doing.

Who is this Luke Skywalker, collector of wayward orphans? Why would he want to be Reys dad? You get the feeling she might want it at the start of TLJ... And then the rest of the movie happens, going into great detail, at times in overly didactic ways, as to why that's a Bad Idea for her personal growth and the galaxy at large.

Even in older Legends material, where he ends up having actual kids, most of the lauded and beloved portrayals of his character are things like the original Thrawn trilogy, and in that he spends all three books struggling with if there's any place for him in the galaxy after the emperor died. The supposed definitive alternate sequel trilogy is, at least for Luke, largely about if he even should restart the jedi order, since his own training is incomplete and he has a deep fear any students he has are going to eventually succumb to the dark side, and how if they do it'll probably be a direct result of his incompetence. He does naturally, much like in TLJ, overcome these feelings of inadequacy and re-emerge as the definitive hero of the story, but spending a few years wallowing is just a very Luke way to deal with problems in life.

Like yeah I wonder why a bitter, self-isolating old man who views his life as a colossal failure wouldn't be jumping for joy when a younger, more naive version of himself shows up to his house uninvited.

For how desperate to venerate the Nostalgia the sequel trilogy project as a whole is, only TLJ really feels like it actually gives a shit about the story it's supposedly continuing. I didn't think you could look at Lukes death and not feel the overwhelming love and care for him specifically. I always shed a tear when binary sunset kicks in and I'm not even that into the originals. I was a prequel defender in 2010, Luke is the 20th character I think about when people mention SW.

Do people just not engage with the source material at all? Is this a product of the whole fandom tourism boom in the last 5-ish years? I genuinely don't want to be mean. After all, fandom is all of us playing with our toys, and you should always try to avoid a "old man yells at cloud" scenario, but like... It's a movie for 12 year olds that's very deliberately laying out all the cards. A slightly more nuanced and emotionally mature movie for 12 year olds than you might expect but... A child could get it, it's been focus grouped to hell and back so any given child on the planet should get it... How are you as an adult asking why the story had conflict?

I also broke out in hives a little bit when I found out that my addition (?) had made that thing go around. Or maybe it wasn't my addition, I'm actually not sure, but I worry that it was. The OP turned off reblogs, and I can only assume it was because people starting doing absurd bullshit discourse on the post which... hhhh I don't really like being part of inflicting that on anyone over something as unimportant as Star Wars opinions.

Also, the thing I was reacting against really wasn't the fact that people have headcanons about who and what kind of character Luke is - like, that's just normal and generally a good and fun part of fandom. I reacted against the idea of The Last Jedi being thoughtless about his character. It interprets Luke in a very specific way, but that interpretation is, I think objectively, deeply grounded in the history of his character and the thematic throughlines of the Skywalker-focused movies. So it annoyed me a bit to see people treat the depiction like it was some kind of failure to engage with the original material. I think that's not quite fair to what the movie was, and I think it leads to weak criticism of its flaws.

I think that the better angle for critique of the whole sequel trilogy and Rian Johnson's contribution is that obsesses far too much about the original trilogy, and is at its best in those few scant moments when it breaks away from it. If the sequel trilogy hadn't had the corporate mandate to be a kind of Frankenstein remake of the OT, perhaps a kindly old grandfatherly Luke could have been a fun and interesting interpretation of the character's future. Luke is what he is in TLJ because the trilogy absolutely fucking had to recreate the narrative beats of Dagobah, and therefore absolutely had to have Luke learn another lesson from Yoda about learning to let go of his attachments to and fears about the future and be present in the here-and-now.

Johnson is clearly a fucking nerd-ass Star Wars nerd, whose greatest mistake was assuming that other Star Wars nerds would engage with the material with good faith and an eye towards appreciation and discovery, rather than product-brained, screaming entitlement to their supremacy-affirming nostalgia security blanket.

To be clear, here I am talking about the culture war grifter assholes who poison the world, and not fandom people who have a cozy headcanon about Luke as a cheerful old community dad. I don't think it's fandom tourism to have a headcanon about a character, or a favored interpretation of them, even one which feels somewhat divorced from the original source-text. If I had to take a guess, the people on the original post developed that headcanon through fandom - by way of fanfics and fanposting and fanart, by way of fix-it fics and excited speculation. If I had to take a guess, they got their headcanon about Luke the same place everyone gets their headcanons about popular characters: from some combination of appreciation, projection, and a desire to see the thing you love tell a story that you need to hear. That's just human, and I don't think you can spend any significant amount of time in fandom without developing those attachments to certain stories or characters.

[vhsdruid]

terribly sorry if this is a weird question but i would LOVE to hear more about wasps . funky little dudes

wasps are a relatively new species in terms of insect evolution, having appeared in the jurassic period alongside the first dinosaurs. there are hundreds of thousands of species, which could include ants and bees depending on your exact definition. they're all included in the group apocrita, or the "wasp waisted" hymenoptera. they are some of the most successful insects on the planet.

DID YOU KNOW?: the stinger of apocrita is a highly adapted ovipositor, the organ used for egg laying.

STEP ONE: their ancestors, the sawflies, had evolved a serrated ovipositor that could bore into plant material as a safe place to lay their eggs.

STEP TWO: the first wasps would use the ovipositor to instead lay their eggs inside of other animals (parasitoidism), which then provides the developing young plenty of food. many of these wasps would develop a unique variety of venoms to aid in the capture of prey, often by paralysis.

DID YOU KNOW?: there are more parasitoid wasps than any other kind of wasp, with an estimated 100,000 species! this includes the iconic cicada killer wasp.

STEP THREE: the transition from egg laying to defense is not entirely understood, but is believed by some to have been a direct response to predation by vertebrates. if you think about it, it's not all that easy to sting through a tough exoskeleton (though it can be done), it's much easier to sting soft, fleshy things that are trying to eat your delicious grub children. these wasps no longer lay eggs with the ovipositor, instead having an opening at the base of the stinger. the venom would be adapted to illicit a pain response, a harsh lesson to not mess with wasps!

DID YOU KNOW?: male wasps CANNOT sting as they do not have an ovipositor. though, some males will still mimic stinging, or even have pointed abdomens to help sell the illusion.

QUICKFIRE ROUND:

while wasps are famously eusocial and will often live in large communal hives, the vast majority of wasps are solitary and live on their own.

the largest species of wasp is the northern giant hornet, who's queens are around 2 inches in length. the smallest species of wasp is also the smallest insect ever! dicopomorpha echmepterygis males have been measured as small as 139 micrometres in length.

its common knowledge that wasps can sting multiple times and honey bees cant. this is a unique adaptation of the honey bee, who deliver a more potent sting by leaving the stinger embedded in the victim as it continues to pump rounds and rounds of venom. unfortunately, the stinger is directly attached to many vital organs, which are then damaged in the process, causing the honey bee to die.

insects breathe by absorbing oxygen directly into their "blood". wasps aid in this by rapidly expanding and collapsing their abdomen to force air in and out. if her butt is vibrating, shes just taking a breath :)

the iconic coloration of the wasp, usually yellow and black, is part of their defensive strategy! this is a form of aposematism, the advertising of danger to potential predators. they want you to notice them, so you know to steer clear!

the coloration is SO iconic that thousands of insect species mimic it in hopes of also warding off predators. this includes flies, moths and butterflies, and even their own ancestors, the sawflies.

parasitoid wasps are very specific in their choice of prey, likely due to the unique cocktail of venom they must possess to influence any given species. for any arthropod, there is a species of wasp that specializes in parasitizing THAT specific arthropod.

because i know some people are wondering, the venom of parasitoid wasps can only effect arthropods, there will be no wasp based mind control within the next few million years. some parasitoids have been known to sting defensively, which is still quite painful depending on the exact species.

some wasps are HYPERPARASITOIDS, meaning they will lay their eggs on other parasitoids that are already parasitizing something. its parasitoids all the way down.

one of these hyperparasitoids is the velvet ant. despite it's common name, they're actually a species of wasp with flightless females. the males do possess wings, and in some species, will assist the female by carrying her to an environment with better resources.

the venom of gall wasps will, when inserted into a tree or other vegetation, cause it to grow a mass, known as a gall. basically a bootleg fruit, filled with nutrients. these wasp galls will then safely house the wasp's young which eat it from the inside out, before emerging as adult wasps.

obviously, theres wasps that parasitize the gall wasps inside the gall.

fig wasps are the only animals that can pollinate figs, and do so by crawling inside to lay their eggs before dying inside the fruit. well, the only animal other than humans, which find figs quite tasty but don't typically enjoy eating dead wasps.

i probably wont ever get a better opportunity to share this information, sorry: the queen honey bee mating with a drone is audible to the human ear, making a popping sound. the drone's endophallus (penis) is violently detached in the process and he dies soon after.

lastly, lets just marvel at the beauty of the wasp. they have some of the most striking appearances of any animals on earth.

i am just fillled with awe when i look at them. a powerful and intimidating predator that takes great care in raising the next generation. perhaps my favorite animal.

[alienstagess]

This is interesting because Ivan made his death so memorable that it is engraved into anyone who witnessed its minds permanently. His death was one of the leading causes for Till’s it wormed its way into his mind and despite his act of nonchalance he did care to some degree about Ivan and his passing otherwise it wouldn’t have affected him so much. Ivan was always sort of an outcast we can kinda interpret that through nowhere which can be read as a double meaning as now here and no where. This aligns I believe with the interpretation of him being seen as some kind of bug. People hate bugs, avoid them, forget about them, and get rid of them with minimal remorse. Bugs have a tendency to sacrifice themself for the sake of the hive or colony. Interesting how it sounds like Ivan’s actions in cure. No matter what no matter how freakish people may view him he’s now permanently engraved into their skulls, a bug like existence that will refuse to go away after death. He is now here and nowhere simultaneously at the same time. If he is a bug you know seen as bothersome and annoying a presence no one would miss, could be more insight as to motivations as to why he sacrificed himself. These are not canon but just some thoughts! I mean Ivan knew what he was doing in the round with till he was going to self sacrifice but maybe it wasn’t fully there in selflessness- what if it was done with intention of making his bothersome presence worth it to leave a lasting memory. Or it could maybe be talking about how Ivan has worked his way into Till’s mind and the result of it being the fact till can’t forget about Ivan. It’s like a parasite to those around him. The cover also features centipede like creatures and often times in literature they generally have negative connotations such as repression, anger or even foolishness. (Could be referencing how his guardian viewed cure or maybe even Till’s thoughts on what Ivan did???) To continue on with that point they can also have another meaning of a secret or reprised desire or trait. Ivans repressed desire was Till (he held it back for so long and then in cure is when it came out) but maybe he had another intention of wanting to be unforgotten so that way at least in the eyes of his beloved he would be seen. He does also say thank you for being the victim of my shallow emotions- maybe it wasn’t all about love maybe it was also about the stuff I discussed earlier about him wanting to be remembered and memorable. I believe Ivan wanted to fit in and play with others but he was always an outcast the ones standing off in the back ground watching rather than being an active participant. Maybe his motivation was as I said to leave something worth behind. And maybe this could relate to Mizi finding out about the details of Ivans death and realizing the entire time hiw he was feeling about Till. I believe- don’t quote me on this could very well be incorrect that VIVINOS said at a fansign Till WASNT even aware of Ivan’s feelings until cure happened which if that is true could add a whole other meaning to this title and image.

Anyway these are just some theories and thoughts nothing is canon I just like to think about some of these ideas! Please don’t take this too serious just some speculation and thoughts :))!

[galaxysupreme17]

Agatha's Trial

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader

Alice Wu Gulliverx fem!harkness!reader

Y/n stirred, blinking sleepily as she lifted her head. Around her, everyone was still asleep. Alice's arms were snugly wrapped around her, making Y/n smile softly. She carefully extricated herself, trying not to wake her girlfriend, then stretched quietly as she scanned the campsite. The first thing she noticed was the absence of her mothers—a detail that, in her experience, was never a good sign. A familiar presence appeared behind her, and she turned to see Rio standing there.

"What do you want, Mother?" Y/n asked, meeting Rio's eyes with a guarded expression.

Rio chuckled as she stepped closer. "Now, now, Mija, no need to be so defensive."

"With you? Defense is always the best option," Y/n replied coolly, crossing her arms.

Rio's expression softened, though she tried to keep her tone light. "Oh really? Just a few hours ago, you said you missed me. Admit it—I was always your favorite mom."

Y/n's eyes flashed. "You were also the mother who abandoned me. At least Mama stayed, even when losing Nicky destroyed her."

Rio's face fell, but she recovered quickly, pointing a finger at Y/n. "You don't know the whole story, Y/n. I had to leave. Your mother never forgave me, and you know that."

Y/n scoffed, shaking her head. "You don't get it. Mama forgave you the moment it happened. She still loves you, even after everything. What she hasn't forgiven is you leaving without fighting for her. For us. She was shattered, but you actually listened when, in a fit of grief, she told you to leave and never come back. The one time you should have fought her, you didn't. Not only did I lose my brother, but I lost my mother too. Mama tried hard to be there for me but couldn't help feeling she'd failed."

A tear slipped down Y/n's cheek, which she quickly brushed away before turning on her heel and heading back to the group. Rio opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words came. Y/n had understood far more than Rio realized, even at ten years old.

Back with the others, Y/n noticed Lilia stirring awake with a gasp. "They're coming! We have to go!"

Y/n frowned as she gently shook Alice awake. "What? Who's coming?" she asked, helping Alice to her feet.

Hurriedly putting on her jacket, Lilia replied, "The summoning spell—we left the door open!"

Alice tightened her grip on Y/n's hand. "What did you see?"

Before Lilia could answer, Rio appeared, smirking. "Go on, Lilia. Tell them."

Lilia glanced at the others, her expression tense. "The Salem Seven."

A shiver ran down Y/n's spine as Lilia continued, "When Agatha killed her original coven—"

Jen interrupted. "By stealing their powers."

"Because her own mother tried to have her executed," Rio added defensively.

Jen glared. "Are you seriously defending a known serial killer?"

Y/n, irritated by the insult toward her mother, took a step forward. "Back off, Jen."

Alice pulled her back, looking around anxiously. "Come on, someone finish the story!"

Lilia continued, a little shakily. "Agatha spared the young children of the coven she killed..."

Rio gave a dark smile. "And now they're a feral, hive-minded coven, hell-bent on revenge."

Just then, Agatha burst around the corner, shrugging into her jacket. "Lesson learned: always finish what you start. And mercy? Overrated. Alright, everyone, grab your stuff! Let's go!"

The group bolted, running until they reached a dip in the road with a thick brush surrounding it. They heard a wolf's howl ahead and strange noises behind them.

Teen, thinking quickly, suggested, "What about a hexenbesen?"

Everyone except Rio and Y/n immediately shot the idea down, but Y/n's face lit up. She'd always loved flying on brooms.

Soon, her mothers were setting up, and Jen and Lilia also paired up. Seeing the odd number, Y/n turned to Alice. "Trade partners?"

Alice gave her a reluctant look. "What about you?"

"I'll be fine. I'll ride with you," Y/n replied with a reassuring smile.

Teen's face lit up as he realized Alice would trade with him. Meanwhile, Agatha and Rio looked puzzled when they saw Y/n standing alone. Y/n caught their expressions and shrugged. "I'm riding with Alice. I'll be okay."

As Teen finished his broom, one of the Salem Seven lunged at him. Quick-thinking, Alice struck it with her broom, allowing Teen to complete his spell. Agatha and Rio led the group into the air, and Alice soon followed, pulling Y/n up onto the broom, wrapping an arm around her waist while Y/n clung to her shoulders.

"We need to get off the road!" Y/n shouted over the wind. Everyone gained altitude, Alice laughing with exhilaration. Y/n leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek, which made Alice smile. She turned her head and caught Y/n's lips softly, letting their foreheads rest together afterward.

They soared onward until the air around them shifted strangely. The group began to panic as they felt an unseen force dragging them downward. Alice tightened her hold on Y/n, determined to keep her safe.

"The next trial!" Teen shouted as a small house appeared in the distance. Just then, one of the Salem Seven appeared, insects spilling from its mouth as it prepared to attack. The group sped toward the cabin, dismounting as they reached it. Alice held Y/n close, shielding her from the chaos around them. They barely made it inside before Agatha slammed the door shut.

"Alright, we're safe," Agatha panted, trying to catch her breath.

Jen pointed to the dark figures gathering outside. "Safe? The entire Halloween aisle is outside waiting for us!"

Agatha rolled her eyes as she adjusted her hair, picking a few bugs out. "They can't get in, can they? We must complete the trial and get out before they break through."

Alice looked down at herself, then at everyone else. "So... what? Kiss, marry, kill?"

Y/n wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, I really hope not."

Teen suddenly realized he was missing his spell book and started to panic. While searching for spells, Y/n glanced down, noticing that her outfit matched Rio's almost exactly—except for a purple trim on her clothes. It was ironic, she thought, as if fate was screaming who her parents were.

Y/n's thoughts were interrupted by Teen's voice cutting through the silence. "Whose trial is this?"

Rio leaned against the window, gazing out at the blood moon's eerie glow. She chuckled softly, though there was little humor in it. "Agatha's."

Y/n's head whipped around to face her mother, worry flooding her expression. Sensing her daughter's gaze, Agatha turned, catching Y/n's anxious eyes. She tried to reassure her with a gentle smile, but an unmistakable hint of fear lingered beneath her calm facade.

"The blood moon," Lilia whispered, glancing at the crimson glow in the sky. "When the veil between the living and the dead is at its thinnest."

Teen looked to Lilia, confused. "Wait. I thought talking to the dead was your department?"

She gave him a small, knowing smile and shook her head. "A common misconception. I read people; I read time. But spirits? Talking to them was just a con."

Rio stepped forward, smirking as she raised her dagger disguised as an ordinary hairbrush. "And who better to commune with the dead than someone who's put so many in the grave?"

Y/n rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, "That's rich, coming from you."

A board game flew off the shelf as if on cue, skidding across the floor and landing with an ominous thud by Teen's feet. He bent down, picking it up and examining the dusty box. "Looks like the road wants us to Ouija," he remarked, holding it up to the others.

Then, a sharp beeping echoed in unison from everyone's watches, signaling instructions for the next part of the trial. After a brief scuffle over who got to read the message first, the group reluctantly agreed to gather around the board. Each placed their hands on the planchette, and Y/n chose a spot close to Agatha, her protective instincts kicking in.

They began the session, and Agatha's hands soon lifted from the board, her fingers twitching as if guided by an unseen force. Her body started to jerk, her eyes rolling back as her voice became unnatural. But Rio, unfazed, just rolled her eyes.

"She's just scared," Rio muttered dismissively.

At her words, Agatha dropped the act, blinking and returning to herself, though Y/n shot Rio a glare of pure frost. They resumed, and this time, the planchette began to spell out words slowly but surely: "P-U-N-I-S-H A-G-A-T-H-A." The message repeated, each time faster and more aggressively, until Agatha yanked her hands away from the board.

The room seemed to pulse with dark energy, a chorus of low, guttural voices rising around them, chanting, "Punish her."

Agatha slumped to the floor, covering her ears and squeezing her eyes shut as the chanting grew louder. Y/n stepped toward her mother, but before she could reach her, Rio grabbed her arm, holding her back.

"Stay with me, Y/n," Rio warned.

Y/n pulled free, her protective instincts overriding caution, and rushed over to her mom, checking to ensure she wasn't injured. Agatha, noticing this, removes her hands and covers her daughter's ears, attempting to protect her.

"What do we do?" Alice asked, looking between her friends, panic etched across her face.

"They already told us. Punish Agatha!" Jen shouted, and the voices went dead silent as if by command.

Y/n rose to her feet, planting herself firmly between Jen and her mother, her expression fierce. "Like hell, you will."

Jen crossed her arms, unfazed. "I'm sorry, Y/n, but that's the only way to pass the trial. Your mom's done... terrible things. We all know it."

"Oh, and you're a saint?" Y/n snapped back.

Teen tried to ease the tension, but his voice was gentle. "Come on, there's got to be another way."

"We could tie her up," Lilia suggested, though there was a hint of doubt in her voice.

"You can't be serious," Alice said, inching closer to Y/n as a show of support.

"Or," Rio interjected, lifting her dagger and tilting it thoughtfully, "we could just slit her throat." Her tone was casual, but Y/n knew her mother well enough to sense the underlying bitterness in the remark.

"Let's not be so hasty," Agatha cut in, her tone calm but firm as she pushed herself up, standing protectively in front of Y/n. Y/n took a step back, her heart pounding.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, casting the room in darkness, then snapped back on. Alice looked around frantically, a pang of dread in her voice. "Where's Y/n?" Her question hung in the air, and the group's expressions shifted from confusion to fear.

Agatha turned sharply, scanning the room. "Y/n? Sweetheart, where are you?"

Rio's face hardened as she called out, a note of worry slipping into her voice despite her best effort to hide it. "Y/n, Nena, come back. We won't hurt your mother."

The lights flickered again, plunging the room into darkness once more. Teen fumbled around, finally finding an old lamp. When he switched it on, he pointed it toward the ceiling, gasping at the sight above him.

"Oh my god, what happened to her?" Jen's voice cracked as she staggered back, pressing herself against the wall.

"Someone, get her down!" Alice cried, her voice laced with panic as she stared up at Y/n, who was somehow contorted and suspended against the ceiling, her limbs twisted in unnatural angles.

Rio stepped forward, her voice steely. "No one is touching her."

"But she's going to get hurt!" Lilia protested, her hand covering her mouth in horror.

Before they could make a move, Y/n's body dropped from the ceiling, hitting the ground with a hard thud. Alice stepped toward her, but Teen grabbed her arm, holding her back.

"That's not Y/n," he whispered, eyes wide with fear.

Y/n's body began to move in unnatural jerks, her limbs twisting as if controlled by an unseen force. Her head snapped up, her gaze vacant and hollow.

"She's possessed for real," Teen gasped, backing away.

Rio took a protective step forward, her voice firm. "No! She could get hurt. No one is to touch her."

"Then how can we help her?" Agatha cried, moving to Rio's side, both torn between the need to act and the fear of making things worse.

Before they could decide, Y/n's body went limp, collapsing to the floor. But before anyone could reach her, she disappeared again as the lights flickered and dimmed.

"Where is she?" Rio's voice cracked with desperation as she searched the room frantically, her face pale.

Just then, a white fog began to form by the stairs, curling upward, thick and heavy like smoke. Rio's face darkened with recognition. "That's a ghost. I hate ghosts," she muttered under her breath.

Agatha's gaze sharpened, her breath catching in her throat. "Mother?"

At the top of the stairs, Y/n reappeared, looking dazed as she cradled her injured knee, struggling to heal it.

Agatha's face contorted with rage as she glared at the foggy figure. "What did you do to my daughter?"

Evanora Harkness's ghostly figure smirked, her voice dripping with malice. "You must continue the witches' road without her."

A horrified gasp escaped from Alice. "No! No way!"

"Leave her with me, and you may go free," Evanora taunted, her smirk twisting cruelly.

"You will not take my daughter!" Agatha shouted, her voice breaking, tears pooling in her eyes.

Rio placed a steadying hand on Agatha's shoulder, her voice soft but fierce. "She's coming with us, Agatha. She's not staying here."

Evanora's gaze turned venomous. "You do not deserve to have any children. You were evil the minute you came into this world. What makes you think I would let you continue this rotted bloodline? I certainly succeeded with the other one."

Her words hit Agatha like a physical blow. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Y/n, finally healed, locked eyes with her mother, her expression fierce and unwavering.

"Mama, don't listen to her. You are amazing. You made me who I am," Y/n said softly, her words cutting through the room's darkness like a beacon.

Before Evanora could respond, her figure flickered and vanished, but not before her malevolent presence seemed to seep into Y/n, whose body twisted again, contorted and crawling down the stairs. Alice, anger flooding her features, pushed past Agatha.

"Leave my girlfriend alone, you Bitch!" she yelled, unleashing a blast of magic.

"Alice! Be careful!" Agatha shouted, reaching for her.

After a tense struggle, Evanora's spirit finally left Y/n's body. Y/n crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath. Alice was the first to reach her, pulling her into her arms. Agatha and Rio knelt beside them, their hands trembling as they checked her over.

Agatha hugged Y/n tightly, her voice breaking. "I'm so, so sorry, my sweet girl."

Y/n managed a weary smile. "It's okay, Mama. I'm okay, I promise."

Rio brushed Y/n's hair back, her fingers lingering. She embraced her, Y/n melting into her warmth, and then turned to Alice, who held her close, her face buried in her shoulder. They watched as the door creaked open, signaling that they had passed the trial.

Later, the group began working to make a fire, while Rio and Agatha stood off to the side. 

Rio turned to Agatha, her expression soft but uncertain. "Agatha, I... I'm sorry."

Agatha looked at her, surprised. "For what?"

Rio chuckled bitterly. "I always thought you hated me for what I did... for leaving."

Agatha's eyes softened as she reached for Rio's hand. "I was hurt, Rio. I wanted you to stay, to fight for us."

Rio's gaze dropped. "I see that now. Agatha, I have always loved you. I just... I hope you can let me back into your life."

With a gentle smile, Agatha squeezed her hand. "You've always been a part of me, Rio. I'd love for you to stay."

Rio pulled her close, their lips meeting in a soft kiss that was filled with years of longing and forgiveness, a promise of a new beginning.

As they pulled apart, Y/n nudged Alice and whispered, "Looks like they finally figured it out."

Alice grinned. "Three centuries is a long time to wait."

Hand in hand, Agatha and Rio joined the others by the fire, the warmth of new hope settling over them all.

[ahrianee]

"The first good gift"

Platonic/Family Relationship : Demetrian Titus and Lilia (Oc)

Warnings: English is not my main language, The content of this story may certainly be explicit in terms of blood, there are mentions of injuries, beatings of minors, abuse...

Notes: Platonic/Family relationship, basically Titus is his adoptive father, nothing weird, just me thinking about how "good" a father Titus would be.

Summary: The gifts have always been bad, painful, something she really wished she didn't have... But this time this gift is good.

A gift is always a good thing, it means that other people care about you so much that they thought of you, even if it's just for a moment. But... so... Why are gifts so painful?

Standing there, trembling and clutching the clothes on her back, she knows full well why she’s in the orphanage director’s office, she knows exactly what’s going to happen.

She had been so tired for a few days now that she could barely keep up with the required work. The instructor had seen her and fearlessly dragged her by her clothes to the principal's office. The older man continued muttering in a deep, hateful tone.

— Damn trash… If I didn’t get any benefit from you, I’d really kill you instantly if you weren’t useful —

Thanks to being a nobleman, he possesses enough money and influence in this hive world. Both the planetary governor and the planetary guard only see the exterior of the orphanage, a sweet and warm place where the local children go to be cared for and filled with the love that was taken from them.

Or so everyone thinks, no one hears the screams, no one hears the blows. No one seems to realize what’s really going on in here. They don't just have fifteen children, they have more than fifty children in the orphanage, but those fifteen children are the ones they show to the world. The rest they hide so they can continue taking advantage of them.

The money they receive from the planetary governor for performing such a great act of charity for poor little orphans is, in turn, sent to them by other nobles who see the orphanage's charitable actions so they can claim to be good people simply because they unwittingly helped some leeches.

It's all such a well-crafted cover-up that no one would suspect that inside the orphanage, beyond the first area, there are hidden small altars praying to a God of the Warp. The strong scent of incense is justified by the fact that a pleasant aroma improves the atmosphere.

— I know you're new, you little piece of trash, but let's get one thing straight here —

He crouches down in front of her with a smile, his large hands rising to her shoulders, holding her tightly, his fingers digging into her bony collarbone.

— We gave you the gift of living on… You little shits without parents, you owe us all —

— ...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really so… —

The girl tries to murmur, attempting to explain the situation. The other children who had been in the orphanage longer had warned her that if she complied with everything, she would be fine. She would receive moldy bread and dirty water, but she would get something. If she didn't comply, she would face the wrath of the orphanage director.

While that would be the least of her worries, the worst that could happen would be that she would be handed over to another of these Slaanesh worshippers to do with her body as they pleased.

— ...I'm sorry… —

Before the girl can continue speaking, a loud slap echoes in the room. The girl falls hard, her thin, fragile body hitting the floor with a thud. That would definitely leave bruises. She tries to compose herself while trembling with fear. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, her vision becoming increasingly blurry.

— ...I'm sorry… I'm sorry… —

She looks up and tries to compose herself again, she attempts to apologize once more. If she insisted enough, she thought she might soften the man's heart a little...

Apparently, that wasn't the case. The girl slowly raises her head, gazing at the director of the orphanage. He spits in her face and continues muttering in a deep, disgusted tone. He then raises his leg and kicks her stomach hard, causing her to vomit the bile in her stomach, as she hadn't eaten yet, and it seems she won't.

— Damn kid… Just be quiet and stop being a nuisance —

The man's large hand reaches out toward the girl, grabbing her gray hair covered in dirt and debris, forcefully pulling her toward a small room in the office.

— You truly are a nuisance —

The door bursts open, knocking the girl over. She tumbles and slams against the table in the center of the room. On top of it are several metal utensils stained with a thick layer of dried blood.

— The only reason you worthless beings remain alive is to feed the pleasure of our Lord and Master Slaanesh, every time you cry out in pain, every time you weep in agony… —

He walks calmly around the room. Idols bearing the mark of Slaanesh are scattered throughout the space, and the crackling of coal and firewood resonates. He lets out a chilling laugh as he crouches down to grab the girl by the hair again.

— Let me give you a gift, trash. Just like I did with the rest of the trash in here, I'll give you a gift you'll never forget —

He lifts her up to his face; with his free hand, he tears off the clothes she’s wearing—if you can even call a cloth sack with a few holes clothes. The girl's naked body, eaten away by filth, is malnourished to the point where her ribs stick out from her torso. The bruises and scars spread all over her body are so numerous that they seem like they would never end. After a few seconds of chilling silence, the director throws her back hard against the ground.

The orphanage director rummages around on the table while the little girl tries to compose herself, attempting to evade the danger—in other words, trying to get away from the man approaching her with something that resembles a metal rod with a symbol on the end.

I had seen that symbol before; the symbol hung everywhere, tattooed on the bodies of the elders and burned into the skin of most children.

— I want you to scream, scream in pain, so that our Lord Slaanesh may take pleasure in your suffering —

The girl desperately tries to flee, a sharp blow to her back causes her to fall chest-first onto the floor, losing the little air her lungs can hold.

The principal's thunderous footsteps echo, as if he knows she can't do anything in this situation. No, he doesn't truly know. He knows none of the children he has here can do anything to save themselves from him. The feeling of dominance, the power he holds over these scumbags, courses through her body, creating excitement within her.

— Don't worry, it'll only hurt so much you could die —

His voice is full of mockery. The hand holding the rod moves quickly toward the girl. The red-hot metal tip embeds itself in the little girl's back. In a matter of seconds, the burning pain in her back spreads rapidly. The piercing scream of pain escaping her throat could have ripped her vocal cords, just as it could have alerted everyone in the orphanage to what was happening. After seconds that seemed like an eternity, the director abruptly pulls the rod from the girl's back, tearing off the burned skin along with it.

The smell of burning and metal permeates the room, sealed like cattle, the Mark of Slaanesh scarred red-hot on his back.

The little girl curled up on the floor, trying to hug herself tightly, while she continues to cry and scream in pain.

The noise she's making is so loud that she can't hear the other footsteps echoing, heels that anyone in the room would recognize. She gently crouches down in front of the girl’s body, who is crying non-stop, but the screams she was making slowly begin to drown out until only meaningless noises come out. It seems that her vocal cords were hurt after all. The woman's slender fingers brush the ragged gray hair from the girl's forehead to see her face.

— Oh, my poor, helpless soul… With this mark, no one will help you… Only us… Without us, you will be completely alone… Without us, the worst that can happen to you is death —

The woman's long nails dig into her cheeks, blood dripping onto the floor, while she smiles with a touch of cynicism.

— Be grateful for this beautiful gift we gave you, you little scumbag. At least you'll be useful in your miserable life —

Thunderous laughter echoes in the room as the woman drags the girl out of the office and throws her into the hallway, completely naked and crying.

She can't move, her body is completely unresponsive, and she can only feel the overwhelming pain slowly consuming her. The thought of simply closing her eyes and never opening them again crosses the girl's mind, as if death were the best option at this moment.

Small footsteps sound quickly, running toward the girl. A ragged-looking boy crouches down to her level, pulling out the dirty blanket he has brought and wrapping it around her. His small, scarred, and calloused hand caresses the girl's face.

— …I’m here… —

[ . . . ]

The air catches in her tiny lungs, her body is covered in cold sweat, while she nervously trembles like a small pudding.

She raises her little hands to her cheeks, gently slapping them, trying to push away those bitter and painful memories. It’s hard to forget; it’s truly hard to forget when, the moment you close your eyes, everything comes back to you as if they were chasing you to your grave.

She looks around the room, it's a small room with just a window, a bed, a nightstand with a lamp, and a wardrobe. However, it's completely clean. It's small, but there's not a bit of dirt, no bad smell, and no rotten food hidden under the bed for him to eat when he's so hungry it hurts. There are no... He quickly shakes his head, she has to leave those memories of the past behind him.

The little girl's small body jumps up from her bed, she can't allow herself to be overwhelmed by those memories. She looks at her reflection in the mirror in the room and observes her former scrawny body that is starting to gain some weight. She is still small, she still feels weak, but she doesn't look emaciated like before, she doesn't appear as if she has only a breath of life left.

She can't help but smile softly as she goes to her closet, taking a small stool to reach the area where the nun's habits she had been given hang.

From the first day I set foot in the convent until now, a couple of weeks later, she is still just as grateful, grateful that they are giving her something to eat other than bread made from corpse starch, which is already rotten, water, clean water, water so crystalline that her face can be reflected in it. There is so much she wants to be grateful for, but she doesn't know how to express it; she doesn't know what to say, she doesn't know how to say it. She is afraid, so afraid that if she opens her mouth, everyone will get angry with her and send her back out onto the street.

But all the sisters who were here had treated her so well, however, she could simply think that there was death, and this was merely her subconscious creating a reality so that she could rest in peace.

The first time she arrived in the arms of that great man, she didn't know what to do. She remembers what happened that day.

[ . . . ]

Everything happened so fast that her brain didn't even know how to react, but she remembers one thing clearly: the orphanage door swinging open and the men in blue armor standing beside the planetary guard.

All the children were terrified. The adults at the orphanage had endlessly told them that if the guards found them, they would kill them without hesitation.

And in the blink of an eye, the adults who once abused the children in ways no one could imagine were now on the ground, mutilated by the blow of the armored man's chainsword, while others were disfigured by bolter shots. Blood began to spread like a carpet on the ground as the noise of the chainsword, gunshots, and screams continued to echo. She hugged other children, trying to stay safe, murmuring things in low tones that only children could hear, begging the Emperor not to let them die here, as they had not even been able to live this life to the fullest.

After that, everything was confusing. None of the armed men blamed them. They even helped them leave the place, provided them with good food, and took each of them to a checkup with a Biologis tech-priest.

One of the tech-priests who had been assessing the children's condition coldly stated that none of them were free from pain and suffering. Even more so when they realized the heretical burns they had inflicted on the children, they decided to heal them without saying anything. The extraction process was painful. The children's screams echoed throughout the place, but... at least one of the gifts they had given her at the orphanage was disappearing.

With almost her entire body bandaged except for her head, sitting silently in a chair in the middle of the hallway where the tech-priests were doing their work, the girl continued to fear what would happen to her. The orphanage director had drilled into each of their heads that no one would care for them like they did, no one would care about trash like them, trash that wouldn’t even be good enough as corpse starch to make bread.

Holding her hands tightly, she trembled but didn’t cry.

She didn’t know what she should do, she didn’t know what was the right thing to do in this kind of situation. Should she be pleading for her life?

— Lieutenant Titus —

The tech-priest's robotic voice echoes throughout the room. The girl raises her gaze toward the noise, looking at the man who once carried her in his arms, this time without his helmet.

— All the children are stable. Some show severe signs of malnutrition, but there is one in particular that has raised some concerns —

Titus stares wordlessly at the tech-priest, his arms crossed. When he was assigned the mission, he had not expected this. He thought it would simply be a quick errand, but the moment Chairon saw all the heretical idols in the orphanage, he knew it would not be a quiet one.

After a brief conversation with the tech-priest, Titus strides firmly toward the girl. She quickly looks down at her hands. A man, large enough that his hand could crush her head in one motion, is coming toward her. She was obviously terrified.

He crouches in front of her, kneeling on one knee. His hand rises to his helmet, removing it and setting it aside. Titus's blue eyes gaze at the girl. Even in this situation, he did not expect to see this firsthand. He raises his hand to the girl's head. She instinctively shrinks back, afraid of him. Titus sighs softly.

— Everything will be fine now —

[ . . . ]

A soft knock resounds, bringing the little girl out of her reverie. She walks quickly to the door, standing on tiptoe to open it. She can see one of the convent sisters smiling softly.

— May I come in, little? —

The girl nods several times as she opens the door wider. The sister carries a bucket of water to the side, placing it on her small table as she picks her up and sits her back down on the bed.

— Were you able to sleep well? —

The little girl gently nods, while her sister lifts a towel and begins to softly wipe her face.

The sister is aware of the girl’s nightmares—in fact, everyone in the convent knows about them. They have wanted to approach her several times, but the sister superior said she must face her fears alone, they could only assist her if she asked.

They knew how much she had been through; they knew all too well. Beneath the layers of dirt and dried blood, there was a truly beautiful and sweet little girl.

With her face clean, the sister went to the closet and took out a habit for the little girl. They had to adapt it for her. They had never had girls that young, but they were not going to reject her.

— Let me help you, little. It's still hard for you, isn't it? —

The girl's cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she nods nonetheless. The sister can only laugh softly. It is still difficult for the little girl to move. Until just a few days ago, she couldn't even hold a spoon properly because her hands were shaking.

Everyone has been keeping an eye on this little new sister at the convent, too young to be called; rather, she was brought in by Demetrian Titus after he noticed something about her. The story of what happened to all those children is somewhat grim, and there are times when I wish I didn’t know in such detail what happened to this girl and the others in that orphanage on that hive world.

The sister raises her hand to the girl's cheek; at first, it was difficult. She was afraid of everyone, but she always stayed still. She didn't run away or hide; she only trembled with fear but never complained. She was afraid, but she was more afraid of what they would do to her if she ran away. They also have a copy of the tests that the Biologis Technopriests conducted on her, documenting all the wounds she had and everything those children suffered. They could only get a superficial idea; I personally could have vomited after discovering in detail what happened to them and what they experienced.

The little ones look at their sister's sad face. Her small hands rise to the sister’s cheeks, gently caressing her as she smiles.

She has a vague memory of someone doing this, but she can't recall who it was. The sister comes to, flashing a smile at the little girl. The little one smiles sweetly back, conveying with just a glance how grateful she is for everything. She takes a brush from the small table and begins to groom her somewhat short white hair, as they had to mend much of its damaged and dry ends.

Likewise, in the eyes of all the sisters in the convent, she is undoubtedly beautiful; she is truly beautiful.

— Let's have breakfast, little. After that, we'll do our chores, okay? —

She nods profusely and starts walking toward the door. Her sister shakes her head gently, taking her in her arms and lifting her up.

— Let this sister help you. Today is your day for laundry. I know how much you love hanging clothes —

Perhaps everyone in the convent was giving her preferential treatment, but how could they not? She had no first name, no last name, nothing when she arrived, according to the Emperor. She didn't even have a birth certificate; there was no information about her, and they didn't even know who her parents were. None of them thought it was right to name her without the little girl's permission. There was only one person who would have the right to name her, but in the end, the final decision would be this little girl's.

[ . . . ]

Carrying a small basket in her hands, she walks with all the determination in the world. The sisters who see her pass can only smile and wish the little girl a good day. She returns a big smile, but not a word escapes her lips. When she comes out to the back of the convent, into a farming world, completely calm and peaceful—surprisingly peaceful considering what is happening elsewhere.

There are already several white blankets hanging up, but the small pillowcases the little girl is carrying remain. With a bench already prepared, she climbs onto it and carefully begins to hang each one.

The wind blows with a certain force; the air is fresh and clean, it doesn't smell dirty, and there is not a single gray cloud covering the entire sky. Everything is so beautiful that it seems like a dream.

Her lips part as she glances quickly from side to side, realizing she is completely alone. She begins to hum a small, soft melody, in a tone so faint that the wind itself could drown it out. She is so absorbed in her work that she does not manage to hear the arrival of a landing craft. Had she done so, she would have run away, because there is only one person who would come to this place on a landing craft.

She continues hanging the pillowcases until the wind blows with a certain force. She closes her eyes, her hair completely disheveled. Seconds later, she feels something hard and cold against her back: a gloved hand. She opens her eyes quickly, knowing who it is.

— Hello, little one —

Demetrian Titus isn't the most talkative person, nor is he the best at starting a conversation. Usually, when they talk to him, it's certainly one-sided, but for some reason, the little girl's smile brings a certain comforting feeling to his chest.

The moment the little girl looks at Titus, her smile is so bright it could compete with the sun's rays.

He hasn't been able to stop thinking about the little girl. He has sent things to the convent anonymously for her, but he knows very well that every sister there knows it was him who sent all those little things.

— How have you been? I couldn't make it earlier due to some unfinished business, but I haven't forgotten about you. I hope you're not angry —

She looks at him as she gently shakes her head and smiles again. How ironic it is that this time it's Titus who's doing more talking than the other guy she's been speaking to.

— I’m glad you're doing well, little one. Both Gadriel and Chairon send their regards. I hope you haven't missed anything —

She quickly denies it. Titus can only let out a small laugh at the girl's reaction. Still holding her in his arms, he moves away slightly. She's so small and light that he feels he could break her if he's not careful. She's a girl; children are small. He couldn't have been a boy, but seeing this girl heals something deep inside him.

From the girl's point of view, the Ultramarine is gigantic, more than gigantic—super gigantic. It seems he doesn't even have words to describe how big his opponent looks. Titus crouches down, resting one knee on the ground. He sits in front of the girl, still very tall for her, but at least the difference is less now, and the little girl doesn't have to lift her entire head to see him.

— I've got you a gift, little one —

She blinks several times, processing the words he just said, her body automatically going on the defensive.

All the memories that come with that word overwhelm her at the speed she's recalling them, one after another, over and over again.

The girl's palms begin to sweat, filled with nerves. The gifts she had been given in the past weren't gifts she desired at all; none of them were good. She knows the man in front of her isn't like the orphanage director, but... The scar left by the healing of the burn from the Mark of Slaanesh on her back stings and burns, her knees tremble as her eyes unconsciously fill with tears.

Titus notices the girl's reaction; he seems to have touched on a sensitive subject without realizing it.

She knows the man in front of her is a good person; more than a good person, he is the best person she has ever met. He saved her from that place, got her out of there, and brought her here, but... there’s always a but... her little mind is filled with bitter memories that prevent her from moving on, and she truly believes that anyone who shows kindness is always hiding something.

Titus, realizing the situation, can only pull out what was hidden: a small blue envelope. The girl looks at it and glances at the envelope a few times until Titus brings it closer to her.

— This is your gift. If you don't like it, you can simply tear it up —

He says it as if it doesn't really matter if she tears it up. He knows she won't; she's too polite to do something like that, but he hopes he can ease her mind a little with this.

The girl looks at the envelope, looks at Titus, and then looks back at the envelope. The gold-colored seal seems so elegant and sophisticated. She's afraid of tearing something so beautiful, but under the man's insistent gaze, she slowly opens the envelope, gently taking out a soft beige paper with only one thing written on it.

She looks at the single written word and stares at Titus, somewhat confused, but she understands what it means.

—Do you like it? —

He asks, finding no specific expression on the girl's face. She blinks several times as she gazes at the paper, tears beginning to well up in the girl's eyes. Titus, alarmed when he sees this, raises his hand toward the girl, trying to find a way to stop her from crying.

— If you don't like it, we can find another one. You don't have to force yourself to call yourself that. Someone helped me choose it. I'm not the best at naming people, so… —

Titus's words slowly trail off as he sees her tremble.

— …Thank you… —

The murmur escapes her lips, her voice cracked, broken, weak, and soft. Titus stares at the girl in astonishment. She hadn't spoken at all, not even a single cry of pain when the Slaanesh burn was removed. The nuns at the convent told him she never spoke.

Titus's heart warms when he sees how the girl clutches the paper and the letter tightly to her chest as if she'd been given the most precious thing in her life.

The little girl continues murmuring thank you over and over again, though it becomes less and less clear as she cries. Titus can't help it anymore, and he picks her up, holding her against his chest, while she hugs him tightly in return.

— …Thank you… —

— You have nothing to thank me for, Lilia —

Titus holds her tightly and doesn’t let go. He doesn’t know if it’s because he’s seen how long she’s lived or if he wants to see her live a better life, to see everything the girl once wanted come true.

— …Thank you… —

The first real gift she'd ever received. There was no pain, no mockery, none of what she'd once believed gifts to be… There was only a soft warmth emanating from the Ultramarine's arms, as she heard the thump of his chest, along with gentle pats on her small back.

[ . . . ]

The minutes pass peacefully. Titus, still holding the little girl in his arms, without even thinking of letting her go, walks toward the convent.

— I'm glad you like your name, Lilia —

— …I like it a lot —

— I'm truly so glad. I had to ask for help from someone very important to me —

The little girl's bright eyes stare at Titus, seemingly filled with curiosity now. Titus's gaze softens when he mentions that.

— Who is it? —

— Someone who's my everything, surely she'd know how to take better care of you than I could —

Titus's gentle joke lingers in the air, while the little girl, Lilia, looks at Titus.

— She loves flowers. She helped me choose this name for you when I explained your whole situation to her. She said Lilia would definitely be a perfect name for you, little one, innocent, and full of life —

Lilia blinks several times, curiosity now gnawing at her.

—…What does she look like? —

The man can only smile softly as he talks to the little girl about his partner, describing her, how kind and sweet she is, and also how amazing she can be on the battlefield. He also describes her appearance while the little girl listens intently.

— …She seems amazing —

— She is, she’s looking forward to meeting you—

Titus replies, recalling Theia's words and the sad face he saw when she continued to tell him everything that happened on that supposedly easy mission.

— …She’s really looking forward to meeting me? —

She murmurs her question full of doubt, lowering her gaze, and Titus can only nod and then hug the girl more tightly.

— I swear I do, Lilia, you're an amazing girl, Theia is looking forward to meeting you —

Lilia blinks several times. Since she arrived here, she's only received praise and positive reinforcement from the sisters at the convent, which felt very strange because she sensed those words weren't meant for her. But when Titus said this, something inside her snapped. She hugs Titus even tighter, while he can only smile.

— Thank you... Thank you for everything... Thank you for the gift —

Here's my first Titus fanfic... I really wanted to write about Dad!Titus, I feel like I would be a somewhat inexperienced first-time father.

I don't know if I spelled Titus correctly, but I really liked how this version of Dad! Titus ended.

A quick mention of Theia, because I can't stop thinking that DemeTheia is canon.

Oc's :

Elitheia "Theia" Agni — @hatsubara-8chan

[bunnis-monsters]

random question abt the bee hybrids but I am actually very curious abt this,,, since some of the queens sons (I mean, there's gotta be A LOT of them right??) wouldn't move out/mate with another queen so they decide to stay with their mom in their own hive. Is there a possibility that some of them would want breed with her?? I mean, the other bees would probably grow old over time so they'd need some younger more fertile males... Would it be possible that they'd breed with their mom?

Getting this question pretty soon after that drama is pretty funny, but fuck I’ll answer it!

In my bee hybrids universe, all of the queen’s children feel platonic love for their mom! If they decide to stay they become your attendants and take care of you, along with keeping you informed of things going on in the hive.

They also become high ranking generals, or work in the high council.

But most of your sons are traded to other hives. In return you receive new bee hybrids that you can mate with. Your sons then also spy on the other hives and report back to you. They’re sneaky, and always make sure that no one is planning to hurt their mama!

Your daughters go off to make their own hives. They’re just as affectionate with their mom, and often want to ditch their queenly duties to go and see you. All they wanna do is snuggle with their chubby mama and get kisses and hugs!

Because of this, you are required to visit your daughters once a month so they continue to properly care for their hive.

There are some hives that are old and outdated, that don’t accept new bees in and only mate with each other. They’re seen as immoral, and ostracized from the meetings of all the local hives.

Most of the bees there are sickly and don’t live for very long. Their queen is selfish, and your hive has taken in a few escapees. They usually still don’t live for very long, but the doctors and medical staff try their best to comfort them and keep them comfortable for the rest of their days.

Your hive is one of the kinder ones. You accept any newcomers and treat them as your own. After quarantine they’re free to join the hive and work and breed like any other bee hybrid would.

Also for future reference, I don’t write incest. It’s in my request info.

[dirty-bear-rick-sanchez]

Valkyrick thoughts!

Late because wco only just uploaded the new episode and I couldn’t find any other way to watch it in my country.

First, my (lightly edited) stream-of-conscioussness thoughts:

It's cool that they’re brought back the sushi restaurant

Rick not being able to use chopsticks was a cool and funny detail 

‘Beth (Space one)’ and the picture she clearly didn't want taken

Lmaoooooo quick sand gun 

‘So they don’t know your dad drove you’ is such a funny line. Daaaaaaaaaad, you're embarrassing me in front of my galactic federation resistance.

Omg they called out the nepotism (@horse-surgeon-barbie you called it!)

The insect supremacist watching Mrs Pancakes was a really cool detail! I like the references to earlier things like that. It also makes the anti-mammal thing funnier

Lmaoooo the portalling of the insect supremacist

Rick called Beth 'partner'! 😭 I can't

Lmao did Rick also have an unrequited crush on Cisco? That's my headcanon now

I liked the equation gag

Rick looks good with his sleeves rolled up 👀

Aw I’m glad Rick tried himself first. That was a really nice and surprising moment?

‘I like boobs. I like boob milk’

OMG BIRDPERSON AND BIRDDAUGHTER

I love that they have a group chat with Gene

Birdrick moment 

It’s so weird to hear Birdperson laugh what the hell

Beth should fuck that coworker first

OK, now for slightly more coherent thoughts.

Overall, the episode was fun. It's nice to get a bit more exploration of the gromflomites as a species, as well as to actually see Space Beth at her 'day job' as it were. I was a little bit disappointed that we didn't really get as much focus on emotion as I thought we would but I guess it makes sense for Rick and Space Beth, being probably the two most emotionally constipated members of the family. Rick seems to find it easier to blurt out these things in the midst of combat, like telling Summer that she reminds him of Diane in the middle of fighting in Wet Kuat Amortycan Summer.

The Birdperson reference was a pleasant surprise on its own, but actually getting Birdperson (and Birddaughter!) in the episode was very cool. It was nice to have a little bit of bonding between him and Rick about their parenting struggles, as well as Rick actually admitting how hard he was trying. I'm glad we actually got to properly see Birddaughter. I would've expected her to be paired with Summer and/or Morty given her age, but I guess it makes more sense for them to go by generations (children) rather than age. Also, since Beth didn't have Rick in her life very much until recently, it makes sense for her to go through some more 'teenage' interactions with him ('I didn't ask to be born'). Rick going to her job and being a Karen because they're not treating her well is great though. He did try and stick up for her a lot this episode and I appreciate it!

There were a lot of funny jokes/moments and some cool references to the show's own continuity. The Mrs Pancakes reference was very unexpected - I don't think we've had anything to do with her/the show since Rest and Ricklaxation (please correct me if I'm wrong). I loved the shitty bug costumes and the plan vs actual events. It was so funny and cute to hear Space Beth switch to being so sweet and polite when she answered the door.

The visuals were amazing this episode - the spore hive? The ringed planet? The fight was great, especially the detail of Birddaughter's razor wings. I thought both Rick and Beth were very hot this episode, especially Rick with his sleeves rolled up and Beth covered in gromflomite blood.

[mommy-mortis]

Irish Vampire Blues - 15

Game night with the Hobbs, the Shadows, and whatever childe that wanted to stop by was always enjoyable for everyone involved, but they didn’t just play games. Ena and Dan would take that time to also network, put their ears to the ground so to speak.

They in their own right, had become an information guild of sorts, so it hadn't been too surprising when Jonah had walked through the door. Ena had recoiled when she saw her, turning her back to Jonah.

Jonah hadn’t seemed to care though, scoffing at Lorena's childish behavior. “Is that any way to treat your sister? Besides I come in peace, I just want some info on Remmick and your Queen,” Dan quickly recognized the way she worded queen as disrespect for you.

“Get out,” he said calmly.

“Why? Why are you so loyal to her? I don't think you understand, she's human, how long do you expect her be around?” Lorena looks over her shoulder giving Jonah a scathing look. Jonah puts her hands up in surrender “I don't plan on hurting her, but once she's gone Remmick will need a new Queen and you're looking at her.”

“No it's you that doesn't seem to understand. There is nothing that you could say that could get us to betray our Madam,” even Dan was having a hard time staying civil with what he was hearing.

“Who said anything about betrayal? Listen to yourselves; you sound more like slaves than subjects.”

Dan finally raises his voice, though it still felt too tame for how angry he was, “No you listen, it is because of our Madam that we aren't slaves. We were told to give you grace since you're new, inexperienced-”

“By Remmick?” Her face lights up, from the thought of being fussed over by Remmick.

Dan rolls his eyes “By our madam” he sighs but continues to try to explain to her. “You've never tasted the hive, reading the Sire's thoughts as if they were your own. Doing his bidding without a thought to your own wants, so you don't understand, you just can’t.”

She rolls her eyes right back at him scoffing in his face. “Aren't you being a little over dramatic, Remmick speaks fondly of the days when your minds were connected, it sounds kinda nice.”

Dan bristles at her words, “We don't know what you've been told, and we don't want to know. Our Sire's machinations are his own, but I have a question for you. What do you expect to happen once you have served your current purpose?”

She furrows her brows, she hadn’t thought about it but she supposes, “Whatever Remmick wants to happen.” She smiles.

Dan harrumphs at her, there's displeasure in his eyes but pity too. “There are things that we will always be grateful to our Sire for, but we are no longer deluded about his true nature.”

“True nature? What do you mean?” She sneers at Dan.

Lorena finally turns around with less contempt in her voice than expected, but not completely devoid of it. “It must be hard for you to hear, but you don't have to listen to us. There are dozens, even hundreds of others that will tell you the same things; so go, go into the night and ask the questions you want to know.”

Leaving Daniel and Lorena's unit Jonah glances down the hall, to were Remmick lived with you. Focusing, she tries to expand the range of her hearing, like Dan had said, she was new. Even Remmick had said that her abilities would be weak at first, but this shouldn't be too hard.

“Are you aware of her crush?” Were they talking about her? She smiled; it was nice to know that even you were aware of the competition her mere presence posed.

“Oh love, are you Jealous of our little pigeon?” The way he called her a pigeon made Jonah reel back; why did his words sound so acidic?

“No I just find what you're doing to be cruel,” What were you doing sticking up for her? was it just a ploy to look like an angel in front of Remmick?

“Don't worry my love once everything is settled she can be removed,” Removed? what did he mean?

“What do you mean?” Was that anger or disgust in your voice? At this moment Jonah can't tell, all she knows is that it's real.

“I can't just make her walk in the sun like before, but it wouldn't be hard-”

“Stop! Don't talk about her like she's disposable”

"Why, she was always just a means to an end...”

“You may not see it, but when I look at her, I see all her possibilities. If someone with that much potential is disposable to you, then so am I.”

“What are you saying, My love.”

“All I'm saying is don't try to flatter me by bringing her down, all I can think of is how you'll treat me just the same when I'm no longer useful to you.” The sound of Remmick's footsteps echo from the sound of him approaching you.

“My love your words wound me, you and her are nothing alike.”

“The only difference between her and me is that for the moment, you love me.” Jonah can hear you scoff at Remmick “She's wasted on you, and the quicker she realizes that the better,” You thought she was wasted on Remmick?

“Ah, my love is too kind” his voice sounded too dismissive. He had been called out on his behavior and was now trying to lick his wounds.

“Not too kind just aware-” You don’t get a chance to finish that sentence.

The sound of him kissing you is loud enough to make Jonah's heart shatter, 'He must be saying all this just to appease you, this can't be how he really feels about her.'

She listens as you pause for air, mocking him, “Ah my love is too affectionate.”

“Not too affectionate, just aware of a little birdie eavesdropping” His voice sounded playful, but she could hear the threat in his voice. How long had he'd known she was there? She doesn’t rush to the elevator, that would take too long if he decided to chase after her, but instead leaves through the fire escape.

As she flees from the apartments, it hits her that she had no true place to go, no group of her own.

She had spent most of her time training beside Remmick and neglected getting to know anyone else, or join any groups, but there were a few places she knew were the Childe of Remmick would hang out. Ones unlike her, who had been a part of the hive mind once.

The club filled with techno mixed with hip-hop; she moved past the strobe lights and bodies glued to each other on the dance floor, to the more secluded part of the building where the music was loud enough to hear, but not have to shout over.

She asked her questions, Remmick's personality, his leadership his wants, what defined him; and she got the same answers over and over, violence and his love for you.

She stands around a group of guys happy enough to tell her what it felt like to be in the hive mind; she listens intently as they each give their own accounts of how things were and how things had changed, after you had saved them.

In the middle of the second to last guy trying to explain to her what it felt like to be 'Unplugged and how deep the rabbit hole went', the guy next to him who had been slowly growing more and more agitated pipes up.

“Can you shut the fuck up with the Matrix references!? This is probably how he got your dumb ass, I swear to the higher planes of existence, that you probably thought he was going to give you the pill speech, ya fockin' idiot!” She watches as they squabble, finally coming to blows. They wrestle on the floor as she makes her way out the back door of the club into the alleyway.

She had learned all that she needed; the housing, the blood bank, even the chance at a semi normal life with the promise of a career. It had all been you, not Remmick, like she had once assumed. She was starting to understand who the real leader was. Behind every great man and all that shit, and from the sound of it Remmick hadn't been so great.

The sound of humming could be heard from the entrance of the narrow path before her; she sees the silhouette of the man she had been asking about all day, a memory passes by.

A memory of one of the childe telling her about Remmick's culling the childe that didn't fall in line, right after their liberation. Usually she would run to Remmick, but the vibes that were dripping off of him made the hairs on the back of her neck stand. She tries to turn back but the alley is dead ended, and the door back into the club is locked.

She thinks again about the fact that all this time she had relied on no one other than Remmick for companionship, she had to wonder if that had been Remmick's plan all along. Unlike everyone else in the flock, she had no one to speak out or even mourn her name if Remmick were to decide that she was more trouble than she was worth. He would kill her right here in this filthy fucking alleyway, just like that officer that had used her as an obvious replacement.

Remmick was using her for his own plans, she wasn't blind to the fact that you and her shared certain features. It was the reason she died the first time and was also the reason she was born again.

She could hate you for this, but instead she understood that it wasn't you that had put you both in the Madonna-Whore intricacies of men like Officer Willams and Remmick. The virgin, The whore. Her back hits the alley wall trying to escape from inevitability. She wants to plead for her life but her pride won't let her; instead she gets angry with every step closer he gets.

“You said I was needed” accusation dripping from her tongue.

“You are needed, to make my wife's life easier.”

“You offered me revenge” tears well up in her eyes

“For the safety of my wife”

Fed up with Remmick’s dismissive answers her face screws up, sticking her chin out while looking her nose down at him. “She's your fiance not your wife.” She states coolly, tears finally dropping down her chin.

At that he rushes towards her, getting inches away from her face. “She has always been my wife; I don't need a piece of paper, a ceremony, or her to even know it for this to be true.”

Fear strong enough to lock her in place, courses throughout her veins, but still her tongue moves, even at the risk of it's removal. “You're crazy.”

He smiles at her revelation, “You were never part of it so you wouldn't know how it feels to tap into the hive, but even now I can remember the memories, emotions and proclivities of everyone of my childe. And while a lot of their predilections may have shaped me in the past even to the point of my dear wife taking notice of their absence, one thing about me has never changed, and If I remember correctly has been with me from the very beginning, and that is my lust for blood.”

The face she makes is one of disgust. “You talk about her safety but you're the biggest threat to her lif-”

He wraps his hand around her throat, slamming her head against the wall. She feels a wetness slowly run down the back of her neck, and wonders for a second if it was starting to rain. But soon realizes the moisture is coming from the back of her head.

“Now listen here childe, if my wife ever has any reason to doubt my love for her,” He bares his teeth at her in a threatening matter, “Or the safety I bring her, and it happens to be your fault, I will make you rip off your arms and eat them. "Are we understood little girlie?”

She nods feeling his grip tighten around her throat, ready to snap it if she continued to test his patience. Dropping her on the floor he looks down at her with so much loathing she can feel it on her skin. “Good, never test me, and never listen in on me and the missus again.” he walks away without looking back, just like-.

What had just happened, was this the real face of their Sire, is this what everyone had tried to warn her about? She slowly moves her fingers from her neck, to the back of her head, softly assessing where the smell of copper that coated her hand came from.

The delusion had finally been broken.

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The Baby Project Chapter 8

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Summary: Izuku discovers a lot about you and Noa. tw: angsty, fluff, izuku once again being Papa, izuku and mc being pervy, inside look at the adult heroes. Some of Class A, violence, mc is kinda mean

You grip the edge of the sink and let the water trail down from your face. Izuku’s been by your side since then and strangely, Shouto hasn’t told him what happened between you. It’s been two weeks since you’ve got your points docked and received detention. Snipe hasn't told you how long this will be and if he's taking away your "volunteer work".

The day after Noa went missing, you called and told Yona what happened. Because of the fuckery, both of you decided it was best to keep your job quiet again rather than completely quit.

Your most recognizable and familiar emotions rear their heads as you stare into your bathroom mirror: frustration, anger at the world, and everything that has had anything to do with the flames that burn you. These losses in this battle upon you devastated your pride and dignity. The very thought of the heroes makes you want to scratch their eyes out in retaliation for witnessing one of the most painful things in your life. Again. 

You exit the bathroom and see Izuku and Noa taking a nap in your bed. Noa has recently gotten a hold of washable markers and used Izuku’s face as his canvas. Both boys played hard. The clouds hovered in the sky and bits of rain splattered about today, so they weren't able to roll around in the grass like usual. 

You sit at your desk and begin to write this week's report log.

"To whomever this bitch ass hero is,

You have some nerve, including you Snipe. This month was not good. Noa went on an adventure and everyone got bent out of shape about it. You docked my points because he wandered around. No one got hurt and your ass got to exercise. I helped with your training and this is what I get. Amazing how deadbeats get praise for what they are literally paid for but I turn around for .1 nanoseconds and you get out of pocket.

All of you can drop.

Anyway, I feel bad for Benio. He is a great dad if you haven't noticed and probably haven't. WILLINGLY. He got yelled at by Yaomomo or whatever her trifling ass is. Now, she is “raising” Kobeni. He isn't mad at me but at himself. He shouldn’t be punished. I don’t know why I bother since you and the rest of these silly hoes have never cared. 

Another thing I can report is that Noa is still hitting and has had no bathroom accidents so tell that one dude with the rope to trip and break his neck. Noa still shows a love for cooking! It’s nice that his previous behavior and personality weren’t fully wiped out."

You take a deep breath before you continue to write.

"I have decided to talk to Kaibara with supervision. I won’t leave Noa with him and I will not be alone in the same space as him. Kaibara has shown violent tendencies towards me and Noa, with witnesses present, and I have no guarantee that he won’t hurt Noa even more. This talk will only be me telling him basic things about Noa and getting his signature. Will this satisfy you and save my grade? 

Other than you disrespecting me and my robo-baby, he is having a problem swallowing some things. I have decided to feed him soup and mashed things. It happened suddenly when I made him a sandwich. Is it possible that he didn't chew right? Maybe it just went down rough. That and your dusty ass gave him hives."

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Snipe sighs after he finishes reading your report log out loud. The heroes sit at the table in the conference room. Each tries to remain indifferent to what they saw the other day, but it is undeniable. What was supposed to be a simple punishment ended up being something they’ve only seen with victims, not normal students. The baby project was created for a reason. It’s experimental and shows where the future heroes, the next generation, stand with public and private care. Whether it be their own families or those they contact, they must learn compassion and responsibility.

What happened to you only proved that they have lost their way. All Might sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “What exactly did you do?” He wasn’t there at the time. Most of the teachers weren’t. Actually, some of them weren’t even called to search because the kids were found so quickly by the third-year heroes. 

“In summary, the student lost points and she reacted badly,” Aizawa says gruffly.

Snipe scoffs. “Reacted badly? That's the conclusion to your analysis? I’ve seen her react badly, but this was on another level.”

“Her grades are essential to her scholarship. Having Noa revert to two years old would have been a factor.”

Vlad King rubs his face. “It was too far. There definitely needs to be a check on all of the students.”

Nezu nods. “Although I agree that the impact it had on her grade was definitely a factor for her panic, I can’t deny that Snipe is right, too.” He taps his chin and says, “We must check their health. Not just mentally, but physically as well. I want everyone to be evaluated.”

“What about (Y/n)?” Snipe hopes that his colleagues remember what they felt when they saw you in Recovery Girl's office.

“I think it’s only fair that (Y/n)’s grade be mainly restored. However, Noa and Kobeni did go missing, so she has to lose some points." Nezu taps on the table. "I agree, Recovery Girl. It was cruel.” Nezu thought of mercy for you.  

“It’s about time you guys thought of the children.” Her old voice huffs. She smacks the stack of paper on the table. Aizawa looks down at his lap. “We are. Hence why we’re doing this assignment.”

“At the cost of other children? Heroes over civilians?” Snipe’s words echo on the walls and settle into the adults' minds. The reason for the baby project is to prevent and train the heroes on how to be compassionate and raise the next generation with care. To give them a taste of the future. The younger general studies were the perfect candidates in their opinion. It was less risky since they weren't as tainted or exposed as the previous year. However, your reaction revealed something they didn’t expect. Now the question of validity and correction hangs in the air.

Nezu nods. “We’ll keep the assignment and restore her grade-”

Snipe interrupts before Nezu can change the subject. “And a caretaker. I understand that the hero course faces dangers that children can’t be around but my students face challenges too. Look at their grades, their health, all of it. They deserve the same treatment.”

Vlad nods. “I agree.” Aizawa nods and agrees, finally. Nezu puts his hands together and says, “This brings me to Kaibara…”

  Vlad sighs and rubs his face. His heavy hand lands on the dark wood table. Kaibara has been a subject he has tried to handle and avoid at the same time.

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“Alright, class, we’ve come to an agreement.” Snipe puts his hands on the podium. “We understand your situation about the caregivers-”

“Inequality. It’s okay, you can say it.” Sakura crosses her arms and with a subtle wave of her finger, you spot Jule trying to discreetly pull out his phone. Snipe doesn’t see what’s going on. 

Snipe’s silent then takes his mask off. “You’re right. It’s not fair hence why we’re giving you guys one. It’ll be during classes of course.”

The class cheers. This is the bare minimum, but it’s a start. A footstep that’ll help tremendously. Alas, it will not be enough.

Ema waves her hand. “When?” 

“How? It’ll be tragic if the caregiver gets blamed just like (Y/n).” Benio’s expression is so deadpan it hurts. 

“Enough. Benio, it won’t be like last time.” Snipe takes a breath and looks directly at you. “I’d like to see you after class.” 

Riko looks at you and sucks in her lips. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what she’s worried about. She’s worried it has to do with her and if you’ll finally tell the truth. Riko doesn’t need to verbally say it. Her expression speaks for her. Even though you understand, your sympathy can’t fight the resentment from the pain you went through for her, for all of them. To have her sit here and be worried about you being a snitch only rubs salt in the wound. 

If she doesn’t back off, you’re liable to tell. She flinches and her focus goes back to her desk. Good. Your classmates and Izuku have been very supportive and empathetic, you can't help the bitterness, embarrassment, and anger. You were so proud that Noa was three years old and just to have that ripped away from you was brutal. Not to mention that she was supposed to be watching the kids. One day these feelings will subside. Until then, she needs to back the fuck off and remember her place. 

It feels good to have her remember that she owes you. 

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You stand in front of Snipe. Today, surprisingly, Noa decided to go with Izuku. It’s not like it is a big deal since he’s handed off and there's no struggle like there is with you. 

“I read your log, which was entertaining by the way,” Are you supposed to say thank you? Ever since they did that to Noa, you haven’t said a word in any of your classes. You’ve been called on and asked to speak yet you say nothing. If you do, they’ll use it against you and come at Noa again. 

Snipe sighs and scratches the back of his head. His hat moves as he does it. “Look, we decided what happened was out of line. So, to compensate, we’re turning Noa back to three. However, your grade is still docked a few points because he did go missing. But these are points that can be made up. With you being more advanced than your peers, it won’t take long.”

You say nothing even though this is good news and you were acknowledged as superior to everyone else. As you should be.

He waits and waits for a response. He clears his throat and nods. “Oh, and, um, about your parental situation. Kaibara is still the official father, but we recognize Midoriya being Noa’s stepfather. So, your grade in that regard won’t suffer. We understand the situation better and think it will be best to do it this way without taking away Kaibara’s grade since it needs to be documented.”

Does he expect you to thank him? You want Kaibara out of your life forever. Do the heroes want you to jump for joy because they no longer expect you to include him and have given their blessing for Midoriya? Who isn’t even recognized as his real father, but a stepfather. How are you supposed to be happy about this?

Snipe fiddles with his thumbs. “Alright. That’s what I wanted to tell you. You’re dismissed, (Y/n).” You leave without a look back. From behind is a sigh that lasts until you shut the door.

 It feels so nice to make him and the others miserable. How wonderful it is that it bothers him and the adults that you're angry, silent, and hurt. So much so, that they've acknowledged what they did was wrong. What about everything else? What about the entire project? There's a lot to pay for and this little morsel they gave will not cover it.   -------------

You don't understand why you are nervous about telling Izuku. Maybe it’s because it doesn’t really mean anything. Are you making it a bigger deal than it is? 

He stands in the kitchen with Noa on his hip. Noa sniffs a seasoning that Izuku brings to his nose. The toddler wrinkles his nose and says 'no'. This continues until Izuku finds one he likes then has Noa put it into a saucepan. 

If or when he has kids, they will be so loved. Izuku is always busy and is easily distracted, but when Noa wants the least bit of attention, his papa will stretch himself thin just to be there. Strangely enough, he’s a blessing. Who would have thought that this guy who you saw on a phone screen for two seconds would be Noa’s papa? A good one, too. 

The scene is sweet and domestic. Noa is starting to have very obvious features of Izuku. The more you look at Noa, you can see that he’s grown. The teachers must’ve increased his age already. Taking a deep breath, you walk up to them and ask, “Izuku, can I talk to you for a minute?” He perks up at the sound of your voice. Noa squints his eyes at you. “Mm!”

He still won’t call you mom. You’ve deduced that his ‘mm’ is his version of mom and that he’s doing it on purpose.

“It’ll be a second, bud. I’ll be right back.” He sets Noa down and turns the stove on low. Noa crosses his arms and taps his foot. 

“What’s up?” Izuku looks over your face for a clue. You clear your throat. “Ah, Snipe’s bitch ass told me that Kaibara doesn’t have to be an active participant right now.”

“Hm?”

“I was confused about that too. It means that I don’t have to rely on him for my grades. And that um,” You scratch your cheek. “You can be like, Noa’s stepdad or something? I already put you in my reports-”

“You do?” His eyes shine and his cheek blooms a light shade of pink. It looks pretty on his face. “Yeah. I mean, you’ve done a lot for me and Noa so it’s only right.” He sucks in his lips to hide his obvious smile. 

One of your hands is behind your back while the other plays with your ear. “Anyway, I just wanted to ask if it’s okay. I’m already doing it but I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“Yes.”

“You can say no.”

“Even though you’ve already started?” You frown. “Well, yeah…you can still tell me no.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “I’m flattered that you write about me,” He licks his lips. “What do you write? I mean, I don’t know much about your reports, so I want to know what you say.”

You purse your lips and roll your eyes. “I tell them that you’re a crybaby that Noa peed on and who likes gory porn.” 

The pink on his cheeks spread. “N-no! No, I do not! And he peed on you too!”

“Ha! Not as much as he did you. It was like a fountain. Like, shhh!” You imitate water sounds. He scoffs and crosses his arms, trying to look tough. It's hard to take it seriously when he looks cute. 

“He shhh'ed on you first!”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Uh-huh! I remember because you started screaming like a sissy girl.” What kind of insult is that? Clearly, he doesn't do this often. Then, you stop and lean in. “Like a girl from your gory porno movies?”

“(Y/n)!”

You poke his chest. “You are a 'prevert'. That’s worse than a pervert. You probably liked me screaming like those girls in those movies.”

There’s something in you, something a little weird and devious. You get closer to him. The space is almost non-existent and gives him a view of your chest if he looks down. He is red from head to toe and stiff as a board. You smile and poke his face teasingly. Right when you are about to harass him some more, Noa’s little voice sounds from behind you. 

“Porn?” Both you and Izuku, who has darkened eyes, gasp and turn to look at the source. Noa cocks his head to the side. “No, no, no! Don’t say that.”

Noa squints his eyes. “Go back in the kitchen, buddy. I’ll be there in a second.”

You clear your throat and look down. You were so caught up in messing with Izuku that Noa slipped your mind. His hand rubs the back of his neck. Clearly, he’s in the same boat. “I have an idea,” Izuku slowly grins again. The red has calmed down but not by much. At least he's breathing again. “What if we do our own birth certificate? If you want to! It’s up to you!”

Even after all these months, he thinks he has to ask when it concerns Noa. 

“I’d like that.” If it looks cute, you may even frame it.

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 It’s Noa’s construction paper and has been written in Izuku’s handwriting since it is more legible. He put the words ‘birth certificate’ on the top and the date. There isn’t anything fancy on it other than Noa’s information and your name next to ‘mom’ and Izuku’s name next to ‘papa’.  Underneath both of yours is where Noa’s name will go. “Boy, get in here, we wanna talk to you.”

Noa comes around the counter. “I’m waiting!” For him being so young, he’s very vocal and speaks clearly. It’s amazing, actually. Even if he is putting his hands on his hips impatiently as he taps his foot on the floor. He's clearly got Izuku's personality.

 “Noa, c’mere for a sec.” You take the paper out and point. “Baby boy, this is a birth certificate. It’s how people know who you and your parents are. See? My name is right here.”

“Okay…” He answers slowly. You rub the top of his head. “What’s your name?” You ask.

“Noa.”

“What’s your full name?” Without hesitation, he says so clearly, “Noa Midoriya.”

You write it down on his line. Izuku sniffles when you finish. “Want to sign it too?” Noa bounces and takes the marker with his left hand and swirls it around. Apparently, it’s his signature. 

Izuku twirls him around. You will copy this so you can keep the original. That copy is going right into Snipe’s face and telling him to choke.

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After your ceremony and dinner, you decide to pick up the toys that his papa keeps buying him. It’s sweet but a pain to have to help Noa pick up and organize. Right when you bend over to pick up one of Noa’s many toys, he hits your butt. He's been finding it fun to hit nowadays despite your warning.

“Izuku, get your kid before I do. I’ve been trying to be gentle but-”

“I know, I know, my dear. Noa, c’mere.” He pats his lap for Noa to jump onto. “Look, I know you love Mm and don’t mean to hurt her, but you are. You’re hurting people when you do that.”

The kid purses his lips. “Sorry.”

“Are you sorry because you got caught or because you mean it? They are different.”

“Caught.”

“Oh my God…” You whisper. Groaning, you turn to continue your task. The amount of plushies, blocks, his tool kits, and the kitchen supplies he has are more fun than witnessing this.

“Noa, it’s not right to hit Mm. She’s your mom and your friend. You can’t hit her.”

Noa growls. “Yes, I can!” Izuku shakes his head no. “It’s hurting her feelings, Noa. That’s not right.”

Noa takes this in for literally three seconds. He side eyes his dad and says, “No.”

Izuku frowns which is new to Noa. “It's not nice. You are going to stop hitting, Noa Midoriya. Understand?" Izuku's firm voice is just as new to Noa.  

You turn to look and see Noa’s eyes watering. His voice wobbles. “Sorry.”

Izuku holds him close and rubs his toddler's back. “Hitting people is in the past. Now let’s grow.” He kisses Noa's wet cheek. 

Noa gets down and waddles to you. He squeezes you tight and says sorry. The tears and snot on his face are wiped on your pant leg. You didn't get this treatment when you tried to talk to him.

You put your hands on your hips. “Why the hell-”

Noa points his finger at you. “She smack too!” Snitch ass.

“Imma smack you!” 

“(Y/n)!”

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Noa listens intently to your words of The Greatest Love Story. You’ve read it numerous times, yet he still gets excited. Strangely, Izuku does as well. His green eyes are so vibrant as you read the book.

Izuku has his head on your lap and Noa lays on his papa's chest that he covers a chunk of. If this project continues for a while, Noa may be as big as he is. It is almost impossible to fathom but likely that the heroes will do that. How do you even care for a teenager? You can barely take care of yourself.

“(Y/n),” Izuku murmurs. You stop reading for him to continue. “Thank you for everything.”

“What?” 

“You’ve made me so happy, dearie. I don't know when I smiled so much or even felt this important without the world on my shoulders. I don’t have to fight or die when I’m with you.” He looks away, bashful as always. “I’m…at peace. I’m happy.”

Deep inside, you know it is about Noa. Without him, Izuku wouldn’t give you the time of day. Nevertheless, you’ll take what you can get from him. You will gladly accept and cherish this moment. It's not going to last forever, and you know this. Izuku's new content and relaxed nature with you will end when Noa fades away. Still, you will accept these precious moments anyway, despite the ache it will leave. 

“Since the wars, I’ve felt so guilty. Everyone got dragged into it. Even you. For years I let it eat at me, and I always will,” His eyes meet yours. “Then I saw you.” His finger reaches your cheek to poke it. His eyelids are droopy. He's so close to sleep that he doesn't realize he's saying this out loud.

“Thank you for everything. Thank you for listening.” His hand lowers while yours reaches his curly head and massages it. Your hand goes through his soft, thick strands easily.  Izuku drifts to sleep and into a peaceful dream.   "My pleasure."

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You finish the report happily. It started off rocky but the ending is great. You staple on the copy of Noa’s new birth certificate. Happiness isn’t enough to describe this feeling.

The light of the sun is bright and shines in your room. Around this time, Izuku would Facetime or call. He could be doing anything. Most likely, it’s training since he hasn’t been doing it very often. You still feel guilty when he reassures you that it’s okay. However, he is apparently quirkless and thus needs the extra training that he’s been skimping out on which adds onto your guilt.

“I miss Papa.” Noa’s small voice whispers. His fluffy head peeks out from his blanket.

“And I miss when you used to behave. Think about that.”

He pouts and sniffles. His little feet pad against the wooden floor. You turn in your chair to look at him and spot the blue paper he has in his hand. “You want to give that to him?”

You bounce along to search for Izuku and show him the new cute thing Noa’s done. The little toddler ‘drew’ a big circle and squiggly lines and insisted that they were you, Izuku, and Noa. It will tickle his papa to see that Noa notices the little details and has his own spin on them. 

“Will he like it?” Noa squeezes your hand. “How could he not? This belongs on the fridge of fame!” You pick him up and give him a kiss. It’s amazing that even though he’s three, he is so freaking smart. 

  Just as you open the dorm’s door and stride into the yard, you see Izuku. He is standing with his back turned towards you with his gym outfit on and a towel over his shoulder. Immediately, Noa bounces up and down when he spots his papa. His little hand remains in yours as he tugs on you when he runs.   The two of you are in earshot of the group and what is being debated steals the breath from your lungs.

“Midoriya, she’s leaning on you too much.” The voice sounds bubbly. Not the current tone but it reminds you of bubble gum for some reason. Whoever said this must be normally peppy. You can’t remember her name, but she almost beat Kacchan in the Sports Festival this year. The one Noa didn’t allow you to witness and Izuku still holds the video that you haven’t watched.

“Uraraka’s right. You would’ve aced that test had she not asked for your help all of the time.” That one sounds familiar but you can’t place it. At Izuku's sides are a guy with weird elbows, the bubbly one, and Benio’s baby mama. The familiar voice must be in front of Izuku and his built body covers them. Even though you’re shocked by what’s happening, that doesn’t stop you from admiring his figure.

“There’s nothing wrong with anyone asking for help. And she isn’t asking-”

“Didn’t she ask you to babysit?” A couple of times, maybe?

“Hasn’t she literally brought Noa to you when you were studying when Kaibara’s right there?” When was that?

“I think it’s cool that you’re doing this. It really shows that you are genuinely kind. But Midoriya, don’t feel bad just because of what she’s going through. Kaibara is right there. Let him handle that." The tape guy places his hand on Izuku’s shoulder. His easy-to-draw face shows the concern he apparently has.

Izuku clenches his fists and releases. “You have no idea what you’re talking about-”

You suck in your lips to stop them from wobbling. Noa touches your leg. He tilts his head to the side. They’re right. You’ve been too dependent on him. He has absolutely nothing to do with this and you’ve dragged him into your drama time and time again. 

Noa shakes the paper with the drawing on it. You leave before anyone can hear him, most of all, Midoriya.

“Papa’s gotta see!” The talking stops. You don’t stay to hear or see anything else that’s happening behind you. They’re right and that’s it. You… you are too reliant. Noa did run away and could have gotten hurt. Did he feel pressured to sign the paper? He seemed happy but heroes lie all the time. Just like now, these people have a smile on their faces when they see you but will say these things behind your back.

You stop walking. What the hell are you doing?

You turn back around and stomp towards the group. “So, I push things onto him, yeah?”

The green-haired bastard turns around. His face lights up until he sees the steam coming out of your ears. “Dear-” 

“Hush!” You stomp over to his friends. “Which one? Which one thinks I’m pushing things?” A boy with yellow hair and a lightning bolt stripe on it peeks from around Izuku. Fucking Denki! No wonder it sounded familiar.

You take Noa’s drawing and roll it up. He goes to protest but you slip him under your arm like a football. Without hesitation, you swing his paper at them in various places. Benio’s baby mama is the first to go. The paper swats her in the face then Denki Kaminari is next with several hits. The tape guy gets a jab in the face whereas the pink-cheeked one takes a beating since she has a big fucking mouth. 

Izuku tries to grab the paper from you. In return, you swing it at him. “Dumb,” Smack. “Ass,” Smack. “Mother-”

He picks you up and is careful with Noa. “I dare any of you to say-let me go, stupid! Let me go! I’m not done-”

“Yes, you are.” His tone is harsh and stern; it makes you tense for a moment.

He enters the general studies dormitory with you over his shoulder. He goes up the stairs rather than take the elevator. The people who roam around stare at you. Ema in particular stops chewing her sandwich and watches with wide eyes.

You can’t believe this. “Why are you not saving me-”

Izuku goes up another flight of stairs, completely ignoring everyone. He sets Noa down and searches your back pocket for your room key. He unlocks the door and Noa runs in first towards his art set. 

He puts you down and slams the door. Looking at his frown pisses you off. “You weren’t going to say anything. How many times have they talked shit about me, huh?” He doesn’t respond. Izuku’s chest falls and rises. You get up and go up to him. 

“You suck! God, if you want to leave, then leave!”

“No!” Noa runs to his papa. Ah, shit. 

“Papa’s not going anywhere, buddy. Don’t you worry about that, okay?” Noa squeezes his leg. Izuku kneels down to Noa’s level. “Alright? I’m not leaving.”

“She say-”

“Mm doesn’t understand that I’m not leaving. I’ll tell her.” Noa gives his papa a big kiss. Izuku sets him on his bed. Noa jumps on it. “I won’t be high!”

“Good!” Izuku turns to you. “I’m not leaving."

“You didn’t tell them. If we are such a burden, then the door is always open for you to go. I’m not going to let people think that way of us.” He sighs and comes closer. You end up backing up a few steps and hit the wall. Why's he mad at you? You didn't do anything wrong.

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. They may be my friends, and I love them dearly, but they are wrong. This is my choice. You have never forced anything on me," His green eyes trail over your face. They soften greatly. "You know, I’m pretty sure they get the hint where you’re concerned. I haven’t seen them look like that in years.”

“And I’ll do it again.” You wanted and needed to release your anger. It's about time you let go. Who knows? Maybe hitting them with paper wasn't the right thing to do. Maybe you needed something heavier.

His hands are pressed on the wall by your sides. “I’m not going. I need you to breathe,” He sighs and leans in. “I’m not leaving, and you are not a burden. I’m happy to be here. I’m happy with you. Let me deal with them, (Y/n).”

 Your arms are crossed and you look down. Noa keeps jumping on the bed while witnessing this. Although Izuku assured that he’d handle it, you can’t scratch out what they said nor can you let go of how he acted like a manic caveman. Both things are uncomfortable and he may not fully understand.

 “What they said-”

“Is wrong. How can you be a burden?" He stops talking and moves his arms away. Izuku rubs the back of his neck. "How can you be a burden when it's fun to be around you? You’re smart, funny, a good person-”

“Izuku?”

“You’re strong and brave, creative and a fighter.” He's counting on his fingers.

“Um-” You've seen his muttering episodes, but this is the first time it's about you and not your quirk. His low voice continues without a hitch. Izuku looks directly into your eyes without shame. He may not realize that he’s verbally saying these things. “You smell good, and dress nice, you let Noa help you get ready which I think is really cute, and-” He freezes completely. His eyes are totally blank. If he was a robot, he’d be considered on the fritz.

 Izuku covers his mouth to quiet the shriek. Because you’re a nice person, you change the subject.

“Look at his picture, Deku.” You mimic that one girl’s voice. What is that pink cheek's name? There is something there that can sense that she's going to be trouble. Not only was she talking mad shit about you, but you didn't like how she looked at her Deku.

You still had a hold on it when he carried you away. You hand him the blue paper. With a grin, he compliments it and agrees that it needs to be on the fridge of fame. “Hear that Noa? It’s going up!”

“Yes!” His little hands snatch it from his papa’s. He runs out the door with the two of you quickly behind. Noa bursts through the kitchen and puts one of the kids’ magnets on his paper. The little cupcake magnet and drawing stand out among the Post-it notes and lists. 

“What’s all this?” Izuku, who has calmed down, touches one of the post-its that is losing its stickiness. You shrug and read it. “My list.”

You haven’t wanted to think about it, honestly. Not that you’re procrastinating, it’s just sad to think about. Everyone has a section of the kitchen. Yeah, it’s normal for everyone to borrow something from others, but it is still embarrassing when you’re the one who is constantly doing it. Throughout the years, you hoped you’d appear as a minimalist or something and not the struggling student that you’ve always been. Now that Izuku is frowning at your list and is opening your things, you are becoming mortified. How did he miss it in the first place? He was right here in the kitchen the other day.

“(Y/n)-”

You point to all the items you have. “Noa isn’t going without, okay? Look, I have food.” Izuku doesn’t say anything. Not one word. The clock dings a new hour.

“(Y/n), I want you to take this,” He digs into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. “And get some groceries. I have to go so you’re going to have to go alone.”

His card is sleek and looks new. There isn't any wear and tear on it at all. “No.” Your response is automatic and made from a prideful will that has been built for years. Humiliation can sink into your flesh and make you hotter than a stove all it wants to, but the defense for your parenting and survival is something that can’t wait. 

“Bunny, please take it-”

“No! I’m not a charity.” You snap.

He frowns as you point to the clock. “You have something to do, right? Noa, give sugars!”

Noa hugs Papa tight. “I’ll see you soon, Bub. And you,” Izuku points to you. “We’ll talk later.”

As he walks out of the dorm reluctantly. You watch as he disappears and wonder if you messed up.     ----------

“Mm! I want something different.” He swishes his spoon that rested in his little white bowl. You sigh and look down at your hands. The soup is one you know by heart and rely on when times are tough. At his age, you were saying the same thing about the tomato soup. You now know what your mother felt during times of struggle. You suck in your lips and try to reason with Noa. “Just one more bite?”

He groans and pouts. He flicks his blue spoon again. “I want Papa.” 

Yeah, this is way too familiar. “Noa, one more bite. Then you can talk to Papa. It’s dinnertime so he may be on his way.” Noa lights up and bounces in his chair. He happily scoops up some of his food and chews the noodles. “Mm, okay!” He extends his arms for the phone. You dial for Izuku and hand Noa the phone. 

The entire time you don’t speak another word. You grab his unfinished food and your empty bowl that you reluctantly ate. In the pot is the soup you grew up with and you too became tired of it. You stir it as you look at its bits of onion and noodles. 

“Mm, here you go! Papa had to leave but he’ll be home, okay?” He kisses your cheek and runs away to the living room. You wipe your hands on your apron. 

You see the soup in the pot again and pour it out. You hang your head low and hit the counter with your hand. Relying on Deku for everything is not an option. You are an independent person who has fought and lived through the rough patches. No way are you going to rely on a partner for a project. What if you become accustomed to it? What if you become reliant on him and lose your way? He’s a nice man who decided that he really likes Noa. Nothing more than that. It’s ridiculous he offered his card in the first place. 

Noa only ate a few bites. You need to get him to eat a little more but what? He’s been so picky lately, that it’s hard to keep up. At least Izuku feeds him well. When he’s with you, he refuses. Damn, your stupid, stupid pride. You take a deep breath and bite your lip. This project is stupid. What purpose does it serve? How is this helping you with anything other than increasing your hatred? Not just for heroes, but everything and everyone? Noa’s feelings about the tiring soup in the sink are too relatable. This project makes you feel so guilty, so inadequate. Is this how your mother felt when raising you? Did Izuku’s mama feel this way, too? Does he share the same feelings as you have right now?

Behind you, a familiar voice calls out. You quickly wipe your face as Noa’s hurried little feet pad across the floor. Speak of the devil, and he’ll appear. Izuku Midoriya stands behind you with Noa in one arm and a pizza in his other hand. The gesture is nice, it’s great. God, do you want to crumble that pizza in his face. 

He sets them both down and grabs Noa a plate. “Here you go, bud. Go sit at the table.”

You remember back in the day, your mother would always say that the crust was her favorite part. Back then, you thought she was weird and didn’t realize that she was lying so you could eat. Looking at this giant pie that’s in front of you, you don’t have to repeat her words. And God, you hate Izuku for it. You’re happy and grateful even when this ball that goes from your stomach to your chest feels like he’s doing it out of spite. He’s not doing it to hurt you, you’re positive of that. He probably already picked it up before Noa called. 

“Hey.” Izuku walks to you tentatively. His eyes scan you for anything out of place. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Dear, please.”

“I’m fine.” You walk past him until his arm sticks out to block you. His hand is spread against the wall to your side. His fingers still have specks of dirt on them and his knuckles are red again. What happened to his suit? He must’ve had a long day.

“Darling, please, what’s wrong?” You shake your head and side eye him. You miss the days where he was a bashful puppy dog. You’re happy that he’s comfortable and doesn’t look constipated all the time, though. “Nothing.”

He furrows his brows. “Did something happen? Did Kaibara mess with you?” 

“No, no. It’s not that. I’ll deal with it on my own. It’s a personal problem.”

“The teachers? My friends? Who did it-”

You stop him. “No one did anything! It’s not that!” He sighs and tilts his head. “Please tell me. I can help.”

You know he can. He has given you the answer but it isn’t the answer you want. You need to stand on your own and here he is saying lean on him, let him carry you. This is new. Brand new and so shiny it hurts. You’re afraid to break it so you begin to hate its temptation to use it. 

His provision won’t last. The project could end at any time. 

“I don’t need you.” He looks struck for a second then recovers quickly. “Is this about the card?”

“No.”

“(Y/n).”

Noa tears into his slice of pizza that he dismembered. The cheese is to the side and has been picked on like a bird’s pecks. “He’s not eating what I can give him.”

“He’s at that stage. It’s normal, (Y/n).” You shake your head. “I mean, I can only give him the same thing over and over. He’s tired of it.”

Izuku hums and grabs a hold of your shoulders. “Well, that only means we’re going to the store.”

“I don’t need-”

“I’m his dad, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, I have to make sure he eats and if that means filling the fridge up, I’ll do it.” 

There was a time when your mother would have jumped at this kind of offer. The time she was sick of soup and a five dollar pizza was a luxury she only got once in a blue moon. Now, here it is in front of you. It’s shiny like a diamond but temporary. 

“I’ll pay for my own things.” 

“If your friends were to ask you for something, would you give it to them if you had the means?”

“Yeah.” Maybe. Not likely.

“Good. Now eat so we can go.”

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Noa is hand and hand with the both of you. He swings around and giggles. Izuku looks at you in the corner of his eye. “I don’t mean to trample on your feelings.”

“Which one?"

 He sighs. "I'd like to hear them all, if you don't mind."

 You point at him and answer, "I'm not accustomed to being manhandled or told what to do, first of all." He twirls a green curl. A subtle flush blooms on his face. "Sorry about that. It was wrong of me, wasn't it?"

 "Yes, it was, you deranged caveman. And this," You wave your hand in the air. "I'm not used to it."

“I understand." He licks his lips. "I don't mean to hurt your feelings. I want to do the exact opposite."

Noa doesn't notice the conversation. Or maybe he does and isn't caring. “I appreciate it, I swear, but no one has ever done any of this, y’know? It’s like giving up the reins.”

“You're not-”

“Then I look at him and think I'm failing.” Izuku holds the door open for you. Noa skips the lines on the floor, hopping over them so he can stick to his pattern. Izuku grabs the cart and sticks Noa inside it, much to the toddler’s dislike. “You are not failing.”

Izuku brings out a sheet of paper with your handwriting on it from his pocket. He must’ve taken it when you weren’t looking. Seeing the length, it feels like someone is reading your homework in front of the class and you got every question wrong. 

“Stop comparing yourself to people who have more and realize how far you’ve gotten without the resources they have. Noa is the oldest out of all of them. That alone should tell you that you are,” He puts his hand on your back and rubs circles on it. “An amazing mom. Don’t listen to those thoughts, okay?”

He reaches behind you and pulls All Might fruit snacks from the shelf. You roll your eyes. “That’s not on the list.”

“It is for me.” He looks at the box and murmurs about it being Silver Age All Might. You laugh and he perks up. "There she is."

The three of you continue on through the store, putting things in the cart from the list and then some. You are looking at noodles when you hear Izuku’s excited voice. 

“Hey, look!” Izuku goes to a small section of hero merchandise. “Noa, do you like it?” 

Izuku holds an All Might t-shirt in a slightly bigger size for Noa. Then, much to Izuku’s dismay and surprise, Noa wrinkles his nose and says that he doesn’t like All Might. Not because of the design of the shirt, but because to Noa, All Might wasn’t a good hero. 

You’re going to strangle them both. Here you are with a cart filled with food and your two boys are arguing. Izuku Midoriya, the famed Deku, is arguing with a three-year-old on why All Might is a great hero. 

“Nuh-uh!” Noa shakes his head. You cover your face with your hand. “Yes huh!”

Several people turn to look at the scene. Some look amused and others look at you to separate the two boys. You yank the shirt away and put it into the cart. You pull both of their ears. “Okay, Noa, you can wear the shirt to bed so no one will see it. Izuku, it’s okay if he doesn’t like All Might.” 

“Ow.” 

“Hush. Y’all so embarrassing, oh my God.” Noa sits in the cart which you leave with Izuku. When he opens his mouth, you snap. “Eh! No, it’s done, it’s over, boys!” You walk away shaking your head. Other mothers raise their eyebrows in shock at the two miscreants. 

“Sorry, sorry.” You quickly head to the other aisle. 

Suddenly, you hear two voices not belonging to your boys. They call out Izuku’s hero name. Curious, you peek around the corner to watch. He is stiff as a board when they take pictures with him. You can’t help but smile at his discomfort. 

The guy in the yellow points to Noa. “Oh, it’s one of the U.A. babies!” 

“I thought they were smaller?” The other sport horns on their head and has whiskers.

Shit, shit, shit! You turn into the aisle. Before you can take another step, Izuku’s soft expression towards Noa makes you stop. “Yeah, he’s mine. They grow! He’s already three. Aren’t you?” 

Noa kicks his feet and repeats his age. It’s heartwarming seeing how proud he is of Noa. Alas, there is a deep feeling that this is about to go south soon. As if you manifested it, one of them asks, “So, when’s the big showdown anyway?”

“What?”

They ignore his question and keep talking. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to see at least one hero give a damn. But I still don’t think this project is fair.”

You suppress a smile from their support. “I agree. It doesn’t make sense to me and a lot of us. But I’m happy to be a part of it. I mean, look at him!”

One of the fans bounces and waves at Noa which he returns. “He looks just like you!” Clearly, Noa favors you! Now is not the time to argue about it, though. What you need to do is get Izuku away from them.

“He does look a lot like me, huh?” Izuku’s voice is soft and his eyes match the tone. It’d be a sweet moment if his fans weren’t talking. 

“Doesn’t that mean you spend a lot of time with him? I saw on-”

“Yeah! The class with all the babies talks about it a lot. Leave it to Deku to be a great dad to Noa!” 

Izuku’s bashful face turns into confusion. “Wait, how do you know-”

“From the videos. What are they-I think General Studies are putting an argument together! Isn’t that cool?” 

Izuku’s eyes widen and his mouth parts. The horned one waves their arms. “I-I’m sure not you, though! I mean, look at Noa! Clearly, you’re one of the good ones.”

“As expected! Even though heroes are acting like shit.” They mutter.

Izuku turns his head to you, who is standing at the end of the aisle no doubt looking like a deer in headlights. His fans follow and wave at you. “See! Her, right there.”

You were so stressed out about the project, you forgot that people have eyes and memories. You didn’t expect people to recognize you. If only you could have snuck out of here like a smooth criminal. 

“Good luck with Hawks!”

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Izuku carries in the groceries all by himself while you handle Noa. He even helps put the stuff away despite it being past curfew to enter the dorms. The three of you barely made it in time. 

“Izuku?” He remains quiet and picks Noa up. He goes to your room, making you follow him. Like the magician he is, Izuku managed to get Noa to sleep just by walking to your room. He changes his son's clothes and tucks him in. 

“He can brush his teeth in the morning.” Noa’s papa whispers. In his hand is the bag with the things Noa threw in there. Some toys, a random hat, and a magazine about pandas he found in the checkout. Izuku takes all of it out and starts to put stuff away. 

“Izuku, please say something.” Izuku straightens up with more of Noa’s things in his hand to put them in the proper place. 

“I need some of his things in my room too.” If it were a different situation, you may have giggled given how fatherly he’s acted today while wearing a t-shirt that hugs him loosely with the word “Dad” on it.

“S-sure. We can do tomorrow since-”

He interrupts you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

You start to stutter. “B-because I knew you’d be against it since it has to do with your friends and the teachers you adore so much. If you knew that we’re building a case against you guys, you’d’ve been furious!”

He doesn’t say anything but continues to put Noa’s things away in drawers. He then goes to your bed and starts to make it. “Izuku, please. You know I’m right.”

He stops tucking in the comforter and stares at you. “You should’ve told me, (Y/n).”

You shift on your feet and bite your lip. “Izuku, I’m not trying to hurt you. Just the heroes and your friends.”

He sighs and finishes the bed. It’s pristine and so tight you could bounce a quarter on it. “Why can’t you be honest with me?”

“About me going to your boss’s boss and telling him of this travesty? You would have accepted that? Come on, Izuku. You’d’ve hated me. Hell, you’re mad now!”

“I know I’m mad! I’m pissed off. Not just because you’re going to attack my friends and our teachers, but you lied.” He fluffs your pillows and arranges them in proper order.

“Lied?”

“Lying by omission. You didn’t even say anything. Damn it, (Y/n). Why didn’t you trust me? Why aren’t you giving my friends a chance?”

You scoff at his take and his hypocrisy. Does he not remember hiding the caregiver situation? “A chance? They’ve had months of chances and they’ve turned them away. And your dear teachers add to our pain with no remorse. Yes, yes, I didn’t tell you. Yes, I am taking everyone to the hero commission. It's going to hurt. But this is happening. We’re struggling, we’re in pain. Damn it, Deku. How many times do I have to cry in front of you for you to understand what’s really going on?”

He clenches his fists then let's go. You continue your rant relentlessly. “Not to mention that whole caregiver thing you were hiding! Yeah, I still remember that. So, let us not forget who the liar is here.”

"Oh my-" He stops in the middle of his sentence and looks around your room. You roll your eyes and gesture around. "You're running out of things to clean. What's next? The windows? Need some Windex?" 

His eyes go to your window and to your door. He heads to it before he's stopped by your hand. "Okay, no, no, no!" Izuku's nostrils are flared. The deep frown looks like it'll be permanent if he doesn't ease up. He clenches his fists repeatedly then lets go.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n), I’m sorry! I get it. A false hero society, right?” He sighs and plops down on your bed. Izuku rubs his face. “I know, I know. You’re not the first one.”

The confession makes you freeze. He goes on, “What’s happening is wrong. You’re right about that. But why couldn’t you have told me? Trust me? Yes, I messed up several times. Probably more than I’ve made you feel safe, (Y/n).”

He’s hurt you and lied. However, he has made you feel safe before. You aren't taking that from him.

“Because these people are heroes and you look up to them. I couldn’t risk you turning us in when we’re not ready. I’m still afraid you’ll go against me,” You stare into his green eyes. “I’m gunning for all of the heroes. The way you feel the need to fight a villain is the same way I feel. We’ve been wronged time and time again. You can’t see it since it’s not happening to you. Izuku, hon, you’re important to me but this is important too.”

He can keep a secret, just like he did when he knew you were working. But this concerns the people he loves. His steps reach you in no time. He whispers, “It’ll hurt me. But as long as it’s you, then fine.” 

Before, it may have been genuine but now it sounds like he’s reminding himself to set an alarm clock or do homework. After a few beats of silence, you ask, “Are you going to tell?”

Gazing into your eyes, he says, “I’m going to help. Tell me what to do.”

If he’d let you, you’d give him a kiss that’d rival his dream. The one that was from The Greatest Love Story. In the book, it is said that there were only a few legendary kisses. If he would want it, you’d give him another. Not because you’re using him for the cause, but because it’s him. 

“Honestly, I need help with um, insider information,” He raises his brows. “I also need help with school. We all do, actually. You see, this project is messing with us. It’s hard to take care of kids, go to school full time, work, and plan mass destruction.”

You intended for that to be playful, and it fell flat instead.

“I’ll help you. We can study together some more.” He tilts his head. “I have some of my old notes that you guys can use, too.”

You know what he’s doing. Izuku’s trying to distract himself from what’s bothering him. Because of Noa, he’s put himself directly into the line of fire. Metaphorically sacrificing himself. And this happens after he thanked you for being a safe haven. How do you make it better?

“I’ll take Noa more often. We need to bond more anyway.” 

“Are you sure about this?” His green curls move when he nods his head. He hugs you, fitting your face against him. “What’s happening is wrong. It’s not fair to you or anyone else.”

You nod and hug him back since he’s muffled your mouth. He has gotten relaxed with you to where he can talk and touch without turning into a tomato. Izuku doesn't hesitate to call you an affectionate name since the two of you are friends. He feels comfortable enough to argue with you without stuttering. You don't like that but at least he'd tell you what he feels. Right now, you ripped that away from him. 

Suddenly, his pocket vibrates. Izuku hums and brings it out. On it is the name Ochako. He hides the message and sticks it back in his pocket. Before you can bring it up, he hugs you again. 

His shoulders shake and there is a sniffle in your ear. “Izuku, be honest with me. If this is too much, let me know.” You whisper.

In response, Izuku rubs your back in circles. You know that he agrees that the baby project is nonsensical, but the people who you are punishing are his friends and comrades. Heroes need to be put in their place but Izuku's crying. How do you make it less painful? 

  You hug him tighter and place soft kisses on him as wet droplets fall on your shoulder.

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