#and that creeping feeling that you'll never really escape your family

[southerngothicchic]

Whispers of Desire

(Soft) smut with OldMoney!Steve Harrington x reader

18+

A chill creeps up your spine as your boyfriend leads you down a never-ending hallway. The blistering heat of the day is all but forgotten within the hallowed halls of the Harrington estate. The coolness of the stale air doesn't feel refreshing. It feels ominous.

You try not to think about it, as the only thing you want on your mind is the impossibly handsome man who's guiding you through a labyrinth of wood paneling and eerie family portraits.

Finally, he reaches a door and grips its ornate handle with his free hand. You barely have time to breathe a sigh of relief before he pulls you into the room and presses your back against the swiftly closed door.

He kisses you urgently, hungrily, making your head spin. Your hands grasp at his chest, with your fingers curling along the collar of his shirt. Your knees are already trembling from the intensity of his affections. You sigh his name into his mouth as his right hand cradles your face while his left has a tight hold on your hip.

"I couldn't go another minute without kissing you," he whispers. "I missed those pretty lips too much."

You smile dreamily as he pulls away just enough to admire you.

"So fuckin' beautiful," he then laments.

He leans in for another kiss that has you gripping his shirt even tighter. A whiny moan escapes your lips as he pulls away.

"We have to be quiet, angel. We can't disturb the ghosts," he then playfully scolds.

"You know I don't believe in all that," you challenge, breathless.

"You say that now, but I can assure you they're real," he counters, nuzzling his nose against yours. "They lurk in the shadows, always keeping a watchful eye on the inhabitants of their house."

"Do you really believe all those ghost stories you were told as a child?" You ask, pulling away slightly.

"There's some truth to them, y'know. This house is over a hundred years old, so there's bound to be some lingering spirits still roaming around..."

He leans in to kiss you again, but you gently push past him and walk further into the room. It's then you realize that he's brought you to his room. You turn around, but before you can speak, he pulls you into an embrace. He gently grips your chin between his thumb and index finger, silently guiding you to look at him.

"The past has a way of revealing itself to all who reside here," he quietly begins, leaning in close. "You'll find that out soon enough, but at the moment, all that matters is the here..."

He pauses to press a soft kiss to your waiting lips.

"...and now."

You whimper into his second kiss as he presses more of your body into his. You're soon laying on his bed with him on top of you, kissing you slowly, as he's savoring the taste of your lips. Your hands move from his hair to the buttons of his shirt.

You manage to unbutton what you can, considering he had already left the top few undone, just enough to tease you with a glimpse of chest hair. You longed to glide your fingers through it, but also along his broad shoulders and toned biceps. He groans into a kiss when he feels your fingernails lightly graze the tops of his shoulders as you try to push his shirt out of the way.

You smile as he sits up only to fling his shirt to the floor before he's almost crushing you under his weight again.

"Touch me, angel, please..." he practically whines, against your lips.

He already sounds so wrecked and it has you reeling.

You quickly oblige, pressing your palms to his back before gliding your fingernails across his skin, trying to connect all his freckles from memory. He shudders and you feel how painfully hard he is through his dress pants.

His kisses are desperate as he grinds himself against you. You're not sure how much more you can take, as you shift your hips, moving them upward to match his movements.

"Steve, please..." you whine, reaching up and slightly pulling his hair.

A small whimper leaves his lips before he settles his hazy eyes on yours.

"What's wrong, angel?" He asks, still managing to be infuriatingly smug.

You gaze back at him, eyes nearly watering from frustration.

"I need you," you softly answer, trying to keep the desperation out of your voice.

"But I'm right here," he smiles.

"You know what I mean."

"Do you think you can be quiet for me?"

You nod. "If you're really that concerned with not disturbing your 'ghosts...'"

"Not so much that, as I want to see if you can do it," he clarifies, while his lips move to your neck. He lowly hums into your skin as he collects remnants of sweat on his tongue with every wet kiss.

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, not wanting to give him the added satisfaction of hearing how weak you are for him.

"Why challenge me when you're usually the loud one?" You counter, now with a wry smile of your own.

He glances up at you while a look of faux hurt flashes across his face before he smirks.

"That's technically true, but I'm a man of many talents, some of which you already know..."

"I think you should remind me," you reply, watching as his eyes darken.

"Take off your dress, then," he quietly instructs, before sitting back on his knees.

He watches as you slowly sit up then kneel in front of him.

"Will you take something off, in return?" You sultrily ask, as you wrap your fingers around his belt.

"As if you have to ask..." he replies, while his large hands cradle your face.

He leans in for another kiss before you each climb off the bed. You undress simultaneously while he unashamedly stares at your bare chest, once your dress falls to the floor. He palms himself through his briefs, continuing to watch as you peel off your sticky panties.

"You alright over there?" You inquire, with a smile, while laying on the bed.

"Never better," he answers, before quickly taking off the last article of clothing keeping him from you.

He crawls onto the bed, eager to feel your hot skin against his. He presses his body to yours, noting to himself how perfectly you fit together. He'll always want you like this- with your eyes shining up at him with lust and infatuation. It's enough to ruin his stamina, if he gazes at you for too long.

Your hands find his shoulders again and you trace little patterns with your nails as he brushes his lips against your cheek.

He leaves a few wet kisses, before quietly asking, "Ready?"

"Yes," you reply, guiding him into a kiss.

With your arousal coating him and the sheets below, he's able to push himself inside you with relative ease.

Gasping, your body arches into his when his hips meet yours.

"That good already, huh?" He teases, while you glare at him.

You dramatically throw your head back, against the pillow and try to conceal a whimper from how you can feel him throbbing.

"You're so pretty like this, angel," he breathes, brushing the tip of his nose against yours.

He pulls out almost halfway before harshly thrusting back in. It seemingly knocks the air out of you until you gasp his name.

"Don't stop, please..." you softly beg, earning another pleased smile from him.

"You need to stay quiet, remember?" He reminds, in a whisper.

You nod, reiterating, "I need you."

"I need you, too..." he replies, moving his hips. "...more than I've ever needed anyone, fuck..."

He settles into a steady rhythm once you wrap your legs around his waist. His lips cover yours, wanting to swallow all the sounds you make just for him. He likes having this power over you during something so intimate and primal.

"Tell me you're mine," he breathily commands, between kisses.

"I'm yours," you whisper, in return.

He groans, as he pushes himself even deeper. Your nails claw at his biceps while gasping his name.

"Tell me...tell me again..." he pants, pressing his sweaty forehead to yours.

"I'm yours, Steve... I always will be," you reassure, reaching up to caress his cheek.

His hips slow as he gazes into your eyes.

"You must really like me then," he smiles.

"I think we're past 'like,' at this point," you reply, voice laced with exasperation.

"I guess you're right..." he sighs as he starts moving his hips again. "I guess you could say... it's more like love."

"It is," you agree, with a smile.

"I love you," he breathes, against your lips, before kissing you deeply.

You struggle to reciprocate his kiss at first, momentarily stunned by the realization that you were both madly, hopelessly in love with each other. He notices and pulls away, worrying he's somehow said the wrong thing.

"I- you don't have to say it -"

You immediately pull him into another kiss. He softly moans into your mouth and you can feel him now pulsing inside you. You squeeze your legs even tighter around him.

"I love you, too," you breathlessly reply against his plush lips.

"I'm gonna buy you the prettiest ring, angel," he begins, thrusting a little faster. "Want everyone to know that you're mine."

You sigh his name as he sloppily trails kisses down your neck. You feel as though he's melting into you, as your body is covered in a mix of yours and his sweat. It's a deliciously intoxicating feeling that you never want to come down from.

"Oh angel, you're so good for me..." he praises, with his face still buried in your neck. "So fuckin' good and so fuckin' wet..."

Your hands cling to his slippery shoulders, barely able to hold on as he claims you as his. He attaches his lips to your skin, alternating between kissing and biting.

"Mine, all mine," he breathes right before his orgasm hits.

He quickly raises his head, pressing his lips to yours messily. Your release washes over you soon after, leaving you both panting into each other's mouths.

You dreamily gaze at each other, while he smiles.

"So, you really love me...?" He quietly asks, almost bashful.

"Yes, I love you, Steve Harrington," you also smile.

"Mmm, okay, future Mrs. Harrington," he replies, nuzzling his nose along your jawline.

You feel yourself actually blushing at him, referring to you like that. His warm eyes meet yours again, and it's then you know, with absolute certainty, that you'll gladly spend the rest of your life with him, ghosts and all.

[tytarax]

Okay! Then can I request platonic yan Goku Black and unfused Zamasu (if you don’t want to do two characters then that’s fine) with a reader that’s Goku’s kid? Black murders Goku and the Son family (save for reader) and then takes Goku’s place and pretends to be him to ‘help’ reader become more agreeing to the ‘surprise adoption’ back to their cabin? While Zamasu helps ‘keep watch’ in the background to make sure reader doesn’t try and run and no one interferes? And slowly Reader realizes the man claiming to be their father is not but it’s far too late?

(Also why am I now picturing Zamasu smiling at reader and going “it’s not kidnapping, it’s surprise adoption!” While reader just wants to be anywhere but near him and Goku Black-)

I'm sorry I was gone for too long, as you already know, I've been focusing on my studies.

Anyway, enjoy!

Notes: Yandere behavior, psychological horror, and manipulation I think. GN reader.

Goku Black stood over the lifeless bodies of Goku and his family, a twisted smile playing on his lips. The transformation was complete; he had taken Goku's form and identity, ready to execute the next phase of his plan. The only one left was the ____, Goku's child, oblivious to the horror that had just unfolded.

"Perfect," he muttered, his voice eerily similar to Goku's but laced with malice. "Time to become the father you've always known."

He approached the cabin where ____ was, putting on a facade of warmth and concern. His heartless eyes sparkled with a feigned gentleness as he entered the room.

"Hey, kiddo, you're finally awake" he called out, trying to imitate Goku's cheerful tone. "It's me, dad. We need to talk."

____ looked up, relief washing over them upon seeing their father. But something felt off. The aura, the energy—it wasn't quite right. Yet, they couldn't place what was wrong. They followed Black outside, where he began explaining their need to move to a different location.

"Why do we have to leave, dad?" ____ asked, confusion and suspicion creeping into their voice.

"Just trust me," Black replied, forcing a smile. "It's for your safety. Let's go to a cabin in the woods. You'll be safe there."

As they walked, ____ noticed Zamasu lurking in the shadows, his eyes never leaving them. An uneasy feeling settled in their stomach.

Flashback

____ had been playing inside the house, unaware of the chaos outside. They heard screams and rushed out, only to find Goku Black standing over their family's bodies. The sight was too much to comprehend, and they fainted, the image burned into their mind.

Zamasu watched from a distance, his serene smile never wavering. He was enjoying the charade, ensuring no one interfered with their plan. His eyes gleamed with a twisted sense of satisfaction. He chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving ____.

End of flashback

Some days later...

____ began to notice the differences. The way "Goku" spoke, the slight malice in his eyes, and the presence of Zamasu. Their suspicions grew, but they felt trapped. Every attempt to escape was frustrated by Zamasu's watchful eyes and Black's manipulations.

Life at the cabin was a constant struggle for ____. Black, pretending to be their father, tried to maintain the facade of a caring parent, but his true nature always seeped through.

"Let's train," Black would say, leading ____ to a clearing in the woods. "You need to be strong."

____ complied, knowing resistance was futile. The training sessions were grueling, far harsher than any training Goku had ever put them through. Every punch and kick from Black was laced with an undercurrent of cruelty.

"Is this really necessary, dad?" ____ asked one day, nursing a bruised arm.

"Absolutely," Goku Black replied with a sinister grin. "You need to be prepared for what's coming."

Zamasu, meanwhile, watched with a cold, calculating gaze. He would often join the sessions, offering advice that seemed helpful on the surface but was always tinged with an underlying menace.

"You must focus," Zamasu would say. "Your mind must be as sharp as your body."

____ could see the enjoyment in his eyes, the satisfaction he derived from their pain and struggle. It was clear that Zamasu was as invested in this twisted game as Goku Black.

One evening, as they sat by the fire, ____ couldn't shake the feeling of unease. They had begun to piece together the discrepancies, the moments where "Goku" slipped, revealing glimpses of his true nature.

"Dad," ____ began cautiously, "why do you seem different?"

Black's smile was tight, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What do you mean, kiddo?"

"You just… you don't act like you used to," ____ said, trying to keep their voice steady. "Your training is harsher, and you never talk about mom or Gohan anymore."

Goku Black's facade cracked for a moment, a flash of annoyance crossing his face. But he quickly regained his composure, his smile returning.

"Things have changed," he said smoothly. "We need to be stronger now, more focused. It's the only way to survive."

____ nodded, but their doubts only grew. They needed to find out the truth, but with Zamasu always watching, it was nearly impossible.

One night, ____ decided to confront "Goku" directly. They had overheard a conversation between Black and Zamasu, their true intentions slipping through in their hushed tones.

"You must keep up the act," Zamasu had said. "____ must not suspect anything until it's too late."

____ waited until Zamasu was out of sight, then approached Goku Black, their heart pounding.

"You're not my dad," they said, their voice trembling but determined. "Who are you?"

Goku Black's smile vanished, replaced by a sinister grin. "You finally figured it out," he said, his voice shifting back to its true, darker tone. "I am Goku Black. Your father is dead. You belong to us now."

____'s heart raced with fear, realizing the depth of their predicament. Zamasu stepped forward from the shadows, his smile widening.

"Welcome to your new family," he said softly. "It's not kidnapping; it's a surprise adoption."

Determined to escape, ____ waited for the right moment. They knew Zamasu was always watching, but they had to try. Late one night, when the cabin was quiet, they slipped out, moving as silently as possible.

They made it to the edge of the woods before a hand clamped down on their shoulder. Turning, they found Zamasu standing there, his serene smile never wavering.

"Going somewhere?" he asked, his voice soft and menacing.

"Let me go!" ____ cried, struggling against his grip.

Zamasu's smile widened. "I'm afraid I can't do that. You belong with us now."

He dragged ____ back to the cabin, where Black was waiting. His expression was a mix of amusement and annoyance.

"You really thought you could escape?" he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. "You're never leaving."

Days turned into weeks, and ____'s hope dwindled. They realized they were truly trapped, with no way out. Black and Zamasu continued their twisted game, enjoying the despair.

But ____ refused to give up completely. They began to bide their time, pretending to accept their fate while secretly planning their next move. They knew it would take everything they had to escape, but they were determined to find a way.

Trapped in the sinister game of Goku Black and Zamasu, ____'s world was turned upside down. Their only hope lay in their strength and courage to survive the twisted reality imposed upon them. As they continued to endure the torment, they held onto a single, burning hope: that one day, they would find a way to break free and avenge their family.

Masterpost

DBS Masterlist

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Family Jewels by Marina (Part I)

ARE YOU SATISIFIED?

"I was pulling out my hair the day I got the deal."

"Was I meant to feel happy that my life was just about to change?"

"One life pretending to be the cat who got the cream."

People like to tell you what you're gonna be."

"It's not my problem if you don't see what I see."

"I do not give a damn if you don't believe."

"It's my problem that I never am happy."

"Are you satisfied with an average life?"

"Do I need to lie to make my way in life?"

"Baby, nothing comes for free."

They say I'm a control freak driven by a greed to succeed."

"Nobody can stop me."

"I wanna pack up and run away."

"It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway."

"It's my problem if I feel the need to hide."

"It's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die."

"Are you satisfied with an easy ride?"

"Once you cross the line, will you be satisfied?"

"Sad inside, in this life."

"Are you satisfied?"

SHAMPAIN

"Sleep is not my friend."

"Drinking champagne to forget yesterday."

"I remember the way it ended."

"Drinking champagne made of an angel's tears and pain."

"I feel celestial."

"Elderly stars slide down the morning sky."

"Slipping away to find a place to die."

"I wonder when the night will reach its end."

"Drinking champagne meant for a wedding."

"Toast to the bride, a fairytale ending."

"Drinking champagne, a bottle to myself."

"Savour the taste of fabricated wealth."

I AM NOT A ROBOT

"You've been acting awful tough lately."

"But inside, you're just a little baby."

"It's okay to say you've got a weak spot."

"You don't always have to be on top."

"Better to be hated than loved for what you're not."

"You're vulnerable."

"You are not a robot."

"You're loveable."

"You're just trouble."

"I am not a robot."

"You've been hanging with the unloved kids."

"You never really liked and you never trusted."

"You are so magnetic."

"You don't pick up the phone when it rings."

"Don't be so pathetic."

"Can you teach me how to feel real?"

GIRLS

"Not ladylike to behave like a slime."

"Easy to be sleazy when you've got a filthy mind."

"Girls are not meant to fight dirty."

"Not gonna bend over and curtsy for you."

"Is there any possibility you'll quit gossiping about me?"

"All you say is "blah, blah"."

"I fall asleep when they speak."

"Their mothers must be proud."

"Making money off your insecurity and doubt."

"I feel I've been riding in a fast car."

"Burning dirty gas won't get you that far."

"I feel I've been riding up the wrong path."

"I'm gonna make sure I get the last laugh."

MOWGLI'S ROAD

"One life with one dream on repeat."

"I'll escape if I try hard enough."

"I must take the unforsaken road."

"I'll do as I am told."

"I don't know who I wanna be."

"You say yes to everything."

"Will that guarantee you a win?"

"Do you think you will be good enough?"

"We scooped our way into your dreams."

"Knock the knives out bloody cold."

OBSESSIONS

"Give me a cigarette."

"Last night's love affair is looking vulnerable in my bed."

"Won't you quit your crying?"

"I can't sleep."

"You are an absolute creep."

"We've got obsessions."

"I want to wipe out all the sad ideas that come to me when I am holding you."

"All you ever think about are sick ideas involving me, involving you."

"They're all the same."

"Look, just choose something quick."

"People are staring."

"A day when things are pretty bad."

"Don't let it make you feel sad."

"Can't let your cold heart be free."

"I wanna erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week."

"You never told me what it was that made you strong and what it was that made you weak."

HOLLYWOOD

"American queen is the American dream."

"Why would you wanna be a Hollywood wife?"

"I don't want to end up living in a dive on Vine."

"Lady, I know why your thoughts turn grey."

"You'd do anything for a dime."

"You're looking for the golden light."

"Hollywood infected your brain."

"I've been living in a movie scene."

"Oh, my god, you look just like Shakira!"

"No, no, you're Catherine Zeta!"

"Actually, my name's (Name)."

"Your mind is just like mine."

THE OUTSIDER

"Feeling like a loser."

"Feeling like a bum."

"Sitting on the outside, observing the fun."

"Don't get on my bad side, I can work a gun."

"Hop into the backseat, baby, I'll show you some fun."

"These people are weird in here."

"They're giving me the fear."

"Just because you know my name doesn't mean you know my game."

"I'm in the wrong place."

"Is there more to lose than gain if I go on my own again?"

"People are connecting, don't know what to say."

"I'm good at protecting what they wanna take."

"I'm a fucking wild card."

"All I know is I cannot pretend."

[camcorderrevival]

THE CANNIBALISM OF THAT HOUSE (on the intertwined identities of the family)

[ what my mother (a poet) might say // Egon Schiele // Letter to my rage // Mary Oliver // Disarticulated Voices: Feminism and Philomela // Philomela and Ovid // Peter Paul Rubens // Succession S1,E10 // Francisco de Goya // Vizma Belševica // Desireé Dallagiacomo (video) // The Ghost is Dead... // Ivan the Terrible... //  Egon Schiele // Ilya Repin // Julio Cortázar // Song of the Insensible ] 

[mrskurono]

title: together || Shoto Todoroki x fem!Reader a/n: the only thing the Todoroki family is good for, is dark content <3 word count: 3.1k tags: college!AU, dark content, twin!reader x Shoto, incest, lying (on Shoto's part), co dependency, sneaking around, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, premature cum, creampie, mild praise kink, service top!Shoto, fairly vanilla sex, pwp ish, unedited ish character(s): Shoto Todoroki (bnha) synopsis: You and Shoto have never been separated. Save for those few minutes you were born first, nothing you two did ever was apart. You took those few minutes very seriously. You were the older twin. The one who should protect Shoto no matter what. So when you both realize that college is going to separate the two of you, Shoto does everything in his power to cling to his twin no matter the cost

"We'll never be apart."

"...you promise?"

With a shaky touch you hugged your twin's face as close to your chest as you could. Emptiness of the stale coat closet surrounding you as both of you sat in the dark. Escaped for only a moment from the turmoil. A moment was all you would ever need. You'd squeeze away Shoto's trembles like it was the last thing you'd do. Feeling his tiny arms wrap around you as you did the same.

"I promise Shoto...together forever."

Together is exactly how both of you grew up.

From the moment of birth and every second after. Neither of you two had been separated. Maybe it was for ease. Perhaps it was fated. Shoto knew he needed you after all and you knew you wouldn't let him down.

Now as both of you stared at the dorm room door embossed with the number on Shoto's entrance paperwork. A creeping fear seeped into his stomach.

"...this is the right one but..." Shoto looked down the hall and realized all he saw moving in were other young men like himself, "Y/n your paper didn't say this hall."

Your hand runs down his arm with a little squeeze on his wrist, "I know Shoto. It'll be alright. You'll make a new friend or two! Think of it like a sleepover."

Shoto looked at you with an expressionless face. Still though he had no issue conveying exactly what he felt to you in a small voice, "...I don't want to sleep somewhere else...I want to sleep with you."

Sighing this wasn't any easier on you. Hugging Shoto you press a kiss to his cheek and look at him while you hold him, "I know you do. And I do too. But we'll still see each other all day. And eat together and have classes together. I promise, we'll be together."

Just as you kissed his cheek once more there were two other freshmen with luggage in tow coming up to the same door. Shoto relented when you let go but didn't fuss and looked at the two other college students smiling at him.

"You must be our other roommate!" The taller of the two offered his hand out, "I'm Tenya. Tenya Iida! It's nice to meet another fellow freshman!"

"Izuku," The other smaller man smiled with less enthusiasm in his voice, "Izuku Midoriya but you can call me Deku."

"Shoto." He remains without a reaction even as both of them gush about having a full dorm while hoping to maintain an air of academics about it. Shoto doesn't add anything as he feels your hand in the middle of his back.

"Well looks like you've got some settling in to do." You kiss Shoto eerily close to his mouth but it's fleeting, "Get settled. I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, later." Shoto gave you a little nod. Feeling his stomach tighten. That was quickly dashed though when both of his room mates ushered him quicker than he anticipated.

Really, they were nice. Iida asked a million questions. To which Deku asked a million more. Shoto wasn't rude though. Answering them promptly even as his thoughts wandered. Wondering if you had two room mates. If you would decorate your space like the bedroom at home. Or if you weren't think about him at all. All while all Shoto could think about you when-

"Was that your girlfriend?"

Snatched from his thoughts. There was a second Shoto wasn't sure who asked that. Deku smiled and repeated himself, "Your girlfriend? She's really pretty."

That was his twin. His other half. Shoto's missing piece while also being his protector. You'd always been his twin. Everyone knew that. But as he stared back at the two curious about your relationship. Completely unaware of the truth behind it. He couldn't explain what came out of his mouth.

"Yeah." Shoto felt his stomach tighten, "She's my girlfriend."

Cascading into something entirely different. Words he had only thought and never expressed. As Deku and Iida asked questions about how long he'd been with you. Where you both met? How romantic it was going to the same college so close to each other. Suddenly all that fear of being away from you melted. Shoto began fabricating lie after lie.

Well, only partial lies.

Laced with truth in each sentence he gave them. You were his everything. And he did know you since you were kids. Shoto began smiling with each question. Forgetting you were his twin even as the questions go more risky. You weren't his twin to these two strangers. As far as they were concerned, you were the love of his life.

"So uh....you'll give us a heads up if you, ya know-" Deku's face bright red as he referenced a lewd activity.

Taking a second Shoto didn't register what he meant until Iida went off, "All relations will be up dated in the group chat I made for us! Easy and comfort to stay up to date on our activities. I just ask for a twenty four hour period before any, friends, are over so we can stay out of each others way!"

"Oh that's ok." Shoto felt oddly giddy. Smiling for the first time since stepping foot on campus. Deku and Iida looked at him quizzically and all Shoto could do was grin more, "I'll be going over to her dorm more. So we can be together."

Just like at home, you ended up with the short stick.

It was ok though when the one woman claiming she was your room mate said something along the lines of "My boyfriend lives nearby. This dorm is just so my parents don't know I'm with him." Sure it made you feel a little alone when you sat on the unfamiliar bed without another face to talk to. But at the same time your phone hadn't lit up once. Meaning Shoto must have been having a good time with his room mates.

They seemed nice enough. Perhaps a blessing in disguised is how you cared to think about it. Thoughts had tumbled through your head as you unpacked a few things. Waiting for a text from him. Got ready for a shower and even took that shower. Still waiting for a text from him. And when you were finally sitting on your bed in your panties thinking he'd never text you. That was when your phone lit up.

'I'm coming over.'

Your heart leapt into your throat. He hadn't forgotten about you. Not that you needed him to rely on you forever. But knowing Shoto was still coming to find his twin sister made you feel a comfort like you were still at home.

He was prompt too. Shoto tapped on your ground floor window before you even thought about changing. Too hyped up on the fear of getting caught, you quickly help him up through the window and draw the curtains just in case someone saw.

"Did you get settled Shoto?" You turn around to see him staring at you.

He seems a little frazzled, taking a moment to reply to what you said coherently, "Oh, no. Uh I was talking with Deku and Iida."

"Your room mates?"

"Yeah. They're nice."

"That's good." You break a smile at him as you shift your weight from one foot to the other a little awkwardly. Not wanting to have your room mate, or lack of, come up in conversation right now, "I'm glad you're getting along with them. I told you it would be alright and-"

"I told them you were my girlfriend." Shoto blurted.

"W-What-"

"I..." He suddenly felt less confident than he did amidst the comradery of the other two men, "I said yes. When they asked me. I thought- If we were here then you know- Because I love you-"

"Shoto I love you too but-" Every inch of you felt flush. Chest to your cheeks. Heat only welling up inside you as you couldn't believe your own ears, "I know no one here knows us..."

His lips dipped into a small frown, "But...I love you."

"Shoto." You looked up at him. Taking a step closer to rub your hands down his arms and trying to grasp what to say as every part of your felt like it was on fire, "I love you too...I've always loved you. You're my other half together..."

"Together we're whole." Shoto interrupted you. His dual colored pupils drilling into you. That unbreakable stare you'd only seen a handful of times.

Away from everything and everyone. A new place. A new chapter. Still together. Perhaps there was a reason for that. Too many questions to ask. You could only think of one answer.

Your lips crashing onto his. Kissing your twin feverishly without even thinking he wouldn't kiss you back. Shoto grabbed your waist to yank you as close to him as possible when your tongue ran along his bottom lip. Deepening the kiss without question. He tasted so sweet. Nothing had ever tasted better. You couldn't get enough.

"I'll be your girlfriend-" Your breathless words between sloppy kisses crashing against one another, "I'll be your girlfriend Shoto. I'll hold your hand, I'll kiss you. I'll-"

"Make love." Shoto gripped your sides. Staring at your with half lidded eyes and his lips burning from the kiss, "I wanna make love to you."

"Make love." Shoto gripped your sides. Staring at your with half lidded eyes and his lips burning from the kiss, "I wanna make love to you."

"Shoto I-"

"I love you. Let me love you with all of me."

All over again you mashed your lips onto his. Too many words. All you could think of was the feeling of fire Shoto left everywhere on your skin. Like nothing else. All you craved was him. Closeness like never before.

Tripping onto the single bed in a tangle of limbs the two of you paused and looked at one another. White and red hair hanging in Shoto's face as you stared up at him in a light you hadn't seen him in before. He looked just like you...or at least he always did. Cursed as twins but now who you looked up at didn't even register in your brain as the same body you shared a womb with. You wanted more of this feeling.

"Kiss me." A demand hidden in a whisper. You wanted him to kiss more of you and feel this icy fire all over your body, "Kiss on me Shoto. Let me feel you."

Nodding like he understood all of it. Shoto buried his face in your neck. Inhaling your familiar scent. Home. Love. His twin. You were everything he needed. Hot breath along your jawline Shoto couldn't help it as he feverishly kissed down your neck and collar bone. Finding his stomach tightening with the way he impulsively rubbed his hips against yours.

Gripping the back of his head you couldn't help grind up against him. The clear feeling of Shoto's cock in his pants. It didn't stop you though even as he strained to feel more of you against him. Hand slipping down between the two of you. As Shoto hungrily kissed along your shoulder. Hiding the mewls between kisses. Your palm slipped flush against his hard on. Feeling all of your twin in the palm of your hand. No idea what to expect but the second Shoto moaned into your neck just as you felt the underside of his clothed cock rub against you, you felt a tightness spread through your core.

"Onee-san-" Shoto mumbled against your neck, "I- I wanna touch you-"

"Slip your hand here- Here Shoto-" Mind fuzzy, it was the best you could do to guide his hand down between your legs.

Tucked between your legs Shoto's palm presses flush up against your core. Just as his hips rock against your touch. He only mimics your movement as he feels the warmth and squish of your covered core through your thin panties. Dawning him only for a moment if you waited for him like this. Shoto doesn't care though as he can't fathom what the moistness gathering in the crotch of your panties.

"Shoto-" Your mumbling voice breaks his attention from exploring your body. Quickly making him look up at you. In the heat of the moment if you'd thought twice about this, all those reservations were dashed seeing his adoring face locked on yours like never before. If anyone understood how you felt, it was your other half, "Shoto, make love to me."

Just like that red bloomed on his non scarred cheek. It was all he ever wanted.

He knew he had to undress you to get what he wanted. A million times in his head he'd thought of this exact moment. But when his hands fumbled with the clasp of your bra and he thought everything was about to be ruined, it was your ginger touch coming up to help him unclasp it. All while you kissed him that reminded Shoto he wanted nothing more.

Bra pulled away from your chest. Shoto had to take a moment admire everything before him. Without even thinking he peeled your panties off. For years you both bathed together. Having seen each other naked over and over again. What he saw now though felt totally different. All Shoto could do was lick his lips as he gorged on the sight. A clear twitch to his cock in his pants that he was too foolish to undress.

Helping the poor thing you lean up and grab the hem of his shirt. Pulling it over his head and touching down Shoto's toned chest. Tightness in your own. When your touch drifted down to the waistband of his pants you couldn't strip them off quick enough.

Shoto's cock bouncing the second it was freed from his pants. Slit shiny with precum that had soaked his boxers. Head of his cock raging and red as it appeared to throb right in front of you. Mouth watering you wanted to touch him more than anything.

"What now..." Shoto sheepishly asked as he knelt over your naked.

Hand traveling down your brother's side and ghosting over his hip. You mindlessly open your legs and expose yourself to him for full view, "I...I want you to put it in me Shoto."

All he needed. Shoto crawled between your legs. Absorbed in staring at your soaked slit. At first he had no idea what to even do. Feeling light headed the second his tip touched your slit. Shoto felt his stomach tighten without a second thought and a thick white wad of cum ooze right out of his cock. He'd hardly even touched you and the poor thing already came.

Stringy thick load of cum oozing down your cunt lips. Mixing with your juices as Shoto was about to panic. You think quickly and grip his cock before he can pull away, "Push it in me Shoto. I want you inside me."

"But I already-"

"Put more in me Shoto. Please. I want you."

With your guidance Shoto helped himself as you smeared his cum over your cunt. Watching it coat your cunt lips and over his tingling cock head. Thinking that was as much as it could be. He was incredibly wrong the second his tip slipped past your entrance.

Bathed in warmth Shoto held himself with arms on either side of you as he tried to regain some composure. Staring down at you as the warmth of your cunt around him felt like nothing he'd ever experienced.

"So full..." You arch your back up a little. Forcing him to bottom out inside you. Shoto's low groan above you. It's a hot minute before you both realize his hips are rocking against yours.

Slow and lopsided. It doesn't make a difference as you bring your legs up and feel his cock hit someplace your fingers could never find. Shoto realizes how you react and can't help but thrust harder. Slimy and warm. He can't drive his cock into you enough to satisfy the need growing in him.

"Warm- So warm- y/n-" Shoto's moans getting louder as does the sound of your skin slapping together.

Grinding turning to full blown thrusts. No where else to put his hands but in the crook of your knees. Shoto holds himself up while pushing your knees up towards your chest without a second thought. The swallowing feeling of your cunt fluttering around his cock driving him to want more. More of you around him. More of you.

"Shoto-" You gasp. Feeling like his cock is kissing your stomach with how deep he is. Immediately your hand that isn't gripping the sheets under you is down between your bodies. Fingers dancing around your swollen throbbing clit as your brother fucks you. Unbelievably dirty. Shameful. But each thrust you wanted more. Until your cunt simply had enough.

Finger rubbing over your clit as the first tense of your body happens. Spasming under your twin's body with the crash of your first orgasm coming over you. Nothing like masturbating. The way his cock forces you to cum around him. Still fucking you right through your orgasm. You think nothing of it when your voice cracks and his name bubbles up inside you.

"S-Shoto! Shoto I'm cumming! Fuck I can't- Shoto!"

So much more than just the way you felt grinding against him. When your insides twisted and tightened around his length. It was in that moment Shoto was sure he blacked out. Slap of your skin together. He only lasted a few more strokes before the rushing heat of his climax hit him. Thinking it nothing as his cock twitched deep inside you. Swelling with that twitch as cum filled you up. Walls painted white with your twin's seed. It wasn't until the silence fell on both of you did the realization of what just happened settled.

Warm cum still drooling out of your cunt. Shoto's cock still inside you. You look up at him feeling nothing but love for your twin.

"...I'll be your girlfriend." You whispered softly to him.

Shoto, still a little dazed and out of breath, let his arms buckle and all his weight lay on top of you. All he could think about was his cock still buried in you, "...can we do this more then?"

You pause for a second. Knowing no one knew you here. Knowing you'd spend every moment here together anyways. Just like you did back home. Just like you had been doing since before you were both born. But for the first time in your shared lives you finally felt a closeness that soothed you both. So what if you were his twin. No one knew. And no one needed to know if it meant being together.

A twitch to his cock inside you. He still wasn't going soft. That was ok though as you brushed his hair off his face. You wanted to spend more time together like this anyways.

"Yeah Shoto...we can do this together all you want."

[andromerot]

MABEL / THE CRANE WIVES

ids after the cut

episode eight: the freeze / easier

episode sixteen: underworld / canary in a coal mine

episode nineteen: la peregrinación / how to rest

episode twenty: acting out / hollow moon

episode twenty-two: eternal return / tongues and teeth

episode twenty-two: eternal return / take me to war

episode twenty-five: chimera / safe ship, harbored

episode thirty: the consort / shallow river

infinity mirror part one: tressa / the garden

episode fourty one: a superfluity / curses

First image: An excerpt of Mabel, Episode 8, reading: “I feel strange. Not completely real. Disconnected from my body, disconnected from my thoughts. A spinal column trailing over a bed of nerves. This isn’t my house, I shouldn’t be here alone, but I am, I’m drifting through the hallway, I’m running my hand along the wall. If the house is a heart, I’m its blood. Do you know what I mean? Am I making sense? Once upon a time we were strangers. We’d never even heard one another’s names. Now, we’re – something else. Strange, maybe, not strangers. Not now.” Next to it, lyrics from the Crane Wives song Easier, reading: “If you woke and I was gone / From the house that we made our home / Would it bend you, break you, overtake your heart /Like it did my own?”

Second image: An excerpt of Mabel, Episode 16, reading: “Do you know that I love you? Can you hear me? I feel you, I can feel your heartbeat if I press my hand up against my own chest. What do you think happened to the thread, after Theseus had found his way out of the labyrinth? I think he left it there, like a memento. Like an offering. There is something – something in me that has curved around you. If I let you stay down here, if I let you die down here, that part of me will die. So maybe I’m selfish, really. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. I love you, I love you.” Next to it, lyrics from the Crane Wives song Canary in a Coal Mine, reading: “Let the dirt hang heavy in your chest/Drag me deeper down the long, dark ground/Know that all my love will be your breath/I will save you when your lights go out”

Third image: An excerpt of Mabel, Episode 19, reading: “The sun is out. Of all things I missed, I think the sun is the most significant. Light and warmth. Is it just a poor substitute for you, I wonder? I don’t have your real world skills, Anna. I had to walk here. I never learned to drive, did you know that? The thought’s still a little distasteful to me. All that screeching metal. I’d rather know my feet stretch into the roots of the earth.” Next to it, lyrics from the Crane Wives song How To Rest, reading: “'Cause you'll miss the sun/The warmth of another's embrace/You'll need room to run/And something to chase/And that thing you fear will coax you out of that unholy place/As all you've ever wanted is an escape”

Fourth image: An excerpt of Mabel, Episode 20, reading: “Enough phantoms and masks. I think I understand the lesson, at the very least, I think there is to be no resolution for me, no ending to which I can cling and say, my journey is over. Now I can rest. There is enough rest in the Martin family for me already; all of us in the dirt, one way or another.” Next to it, lyrics from the Crane Wives song Hollow Moon, reading: “I won't be sleeping/There's too many monsters in the backyard/And I feel them creeping/Closer, closer, closer/I'm afraid/Is this a bunker or a shallow grave?/Either way I'm left/Holding onto the shovel and rope/Digging in the dirt/Finding bones, finding ghosts”

Fifth image: An excerpt of Mabel, Episode 22, reading: “You cannot love me, Anna. I am thorns and mist. Do you know that? Do you know what I really am? Or do you only want to matter? You told me that I made you matter. I could have been anyone then, couldn’t I? I could have been any girl made of your moonlit reflection. You had your little adventure, then, Anna. You had your flirtation with danger, your flirtation with the abnormal, with anything that exists outside of yourself. I will only eat you from the inside out. I am death, silver and black, come to ruin you. Do you still want me now? Do you still want the biting thorns of me?I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this. I just - push and push you, until you dissolve. I am a sharp and vitriolic thing, Anna; you must be unyielding. Or else all we will do is hurt each other. I have no real desire for that. Despite my outbursts, despite my cruelty, I have no real desire to ever bring you anything but feral joy. If I can’t, then I will let you be.” Next to it, lyrics from the Crane Wives song Tongues and Teeth, reading: “I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel/It's all that I can give to you, my dear/And when you come in quick to steal a kiss/My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear/And I know that you mean so well/But I am not a vessel for your good intent/I will only break your pretty things/I will only wring you dry of everything/But if you're fine with that/You can be mine like that”

Sixth image: An excerpt of Mabel, Episode 22, reading: “ANNA’S DOPPLEGANGER: You’ve cornered yourself up there. There’s nowhere for you to run. I’ll circle you like a shark and wait until you’re asleep, and then I’ll tie up your hair again, and you’ll be mine, and mine, and mine./MABEL: All earth fears the purity of fire./ANNA’S DOPPLEGANGER: Excuse me?/MABEL: I brought my matches with me, you stupid, useless branch! [MATCH LIGHTS; FIRE CRACKLING]/ANNA’S DOPPLEGANGER: [SCREAMS]” Next to it, lyrics from the Crane Wives song Take Me To War, reading: “I watched a weed usurp the garden/And it poisoned the rest of the crops/It would take days of fighting stubborn roots/To tear the whole damn thing out/So I will leave it where it's standing/And instead I will find me a match/I'll turn it all to kindling/I'll burn it all down to ash”

Seventh image: An excerpt of Mabel, Episode 25, reading: “There is no world in which you did not create yourself. And in every way that is true – I know nothing of your mother, your father, your sister, your cousins, your homeland, your habits. I only know what carefully curated self you have shown me, gift-wrapped. A spread of all your bright, best qualities. Is that truth? Is that prayer? Do I have to take the rest of you on faith, Saint Anna? I have a natural inclination towards doubt, towards...questioning. Always a fist to raise against something. Not you. I don’t think. Unless this bower is another cage. Then. Well, then.” Next to it, lyrics from the Crane Wives song Safe Ship Harbored, reading: “Where does your faith fall?/Where does your faith fall in me?/Don't break the bottle/Don't waste your blessings on me”

Eight image: An excerpt of Mabel, Episode 30, reading: “ANNA: I don't remember what I saw, just that it was - someone, a connection, time unravelling, me and - I couldn't bear it. No, that's not. That's not fair, I was just too - weak, I was too weak to bear it./MABEL: To bear what? What was it? What did you do?/ANNA: I - tore it up. I snapped the connection, like a thread. I said I'll never see her, I'll never know her, not in this world.” Next to it, lyrics from the Crane Wives song Shallow River, reading: “Let her leave my sight/Make her leave my mind/Bring it down on my head/If these sins are mine”

Nine image: An excerpt of Mabel, Infinity Mirror Part 1, reading: “The bird – I swear, it laughed at me. It flew away – you know how ravens fly, they’re heavy, you can hear their wings almost whining through the air. And I was alone, and I knew, I knew, I knew that I was going to die. That I’d been tricked. That bird had looked inside me and seen how useless and foolish and disposable and, and impermanent I was, and it offered me a poisoned apple like Snow White’s stepmother and just flew away and left me alone to die.” Next to it, lyrics from the Crane Wives song The Garden, reading: “Tear it down, tear it down around my head/I need you to bury this beneath my bed/The crows in the garden are laughing at my expense/Drowning out all the lies that I might have told instead”

Tenth image: An excerpt of Mabel, Episode 41, reading: “MABEL: They grew too great for their cages. Both the mice and the rats. The experiments were repeated but it was always the same result: the implosion of their known universe, due to endless growth. If a world has boundaries, the seedlings are a menace. What are we supposed to do when the vines outgrow the walls of the house?/ANNA: Burn the house down.” Next to it, lyrics from the Crane Wives song Curses, reading: “Every word I say is kindling/But the smoke clears when you're around/Won't you stay with me, my darling/When my walls start burning down, down, down?”

[serede986]

(HC) Self Harm - Jumin, 707 and Saeran(GE)

TW⚠️

Thank you so much for the request @qlassicc . Tho I'm so sorry I took 5 months to complete this, that was way too rude of me, I'm really sorry. I hope this completes what you asked for. Please feel free to demand a rewrite.

TW⚠️ Self Harm, mentioned abuse, assault.

~

Jumin

It's finally time, huh? What did we even do to you bitch? Taking our Jumin away for your selfish needs.

What do you hate? Height? Why don't I try and push you down the building?

You tried, breathing heavy and tears. Clutching your chest you fell to your knees, sobbing, trying to get some amount of oxygen in your system.

This was not the first time someone's comment hurt you, but it was getting worse and worse.

Sometimes it's them, or sometimes those high class wives, trying to bring you down, excusing their behaviour by putting up any petty excuse.

Jumin could suspect your growing anxiousness. Knowing how closely he observes you, you are certain he already knows.

But, I'm hurting him..

Rattled by the small voice in your head, your fingers snacked through your hair, pulling it so roughly. Your sobs were now screams.

It's hard, isn't it?

Looking up, you could spot a pink string. Elizabeth's leash. It was blurry, but enough for you to walk up there and grab it. Wrapping it tight around your wrist, you could see your hand slowly turning purple.

"MC? Dar' where are you?" You heard your husband call out your name, walking towards the room you were in.

Quickly wiping your eyes you hid your hand behind your back, smiling, trying to look as normal as possible.

Washroom is emp-

"Hello love- what's wrong?" Voice laced with concern, Jumin narrowed his eyes at you. Standing in front of you.

"Elizabeth's leash, can I have it MC?"

Leash that partly hung down was visible after your skirt ended below your knees.

Breath hitched in your throat.

You nodded, not really having the courage to speak, afraid you would burst out crying.

Suddenly, he grabbed your hands from your back. You hissed, feeling his finger touch your wrist.

His eyes spoke of shock, welled with tears. A sob escaped you.

He gently unwrapped the leash, staring down at your hand, his tears falling on the purple.

"I... Won't ask why.. seven told me about those comments, and I was aware of those ladies and I still couldn't do-"

"Jumin.. p-please don't leave.."

"I won't MC, we'll go through this together. "

"Mhmm.. " resting your head on his chest, you feel his hand softly caressing your head, pecking.

~

707

I'm 50, is it okay with you sweetheart

-No, I have a husband.

You have a husband? Why don't we leave that douchebag and escape to the Maldives.

-No. I love my husband, there's no way I'd leave him for a creep like you.

Oh c'mon darling, don't be so sour now. How much do you want? 5000?

-It's not about money.

Oh! Perfect then! Why don't we start with some nudes then?

*picture*

Oh my goodness- stop it.

This was the third time you blocked this guy but again he made a fake account to contact you.

Afraid as you were, you wanted to contact Seven, but didn't really know how or if he would even trust you. It's been going on for months now.

Flashbacks of when you were 16 started to creep into your mind. How you were so much into partying and how you somehow let so many creeps in your life, how it was so difficult to get out of the phase, how it was so difficult to be safe.

But.. Why is it happening again?

Your breath starts constructing in your throat it's so tight. Why would this happen again

Ugggghhhhdjjxjsmxjwkd

Breathing out, you looked down at your legs. Tho light, but those scars were still visible.

Taking the blade out of the first aid box, you close your eyes,piercing your skin. You let out hiss immediately followed by a sigh of relief.

Placing the blade on other leg-

"NO! MC!"

His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling your grip from the blade.

"Stop this please stop this! you know how important you are to me, right? t-then why are you doing this? MC please tell me what's going on?" He exclaimed, throwing the blade somewhere in the room.

He cradled you in his arms, rocking back and forth trying to calm you down. You told him in between cries of panic and pain.

"Shhh.. it's okay MC." He muttered out phrases that caressed love and worry. As your story completed, those creeps in your high school, how you unintentionally got older men's attention, how similar stuff started to appear on your insta handle, how you were threatened, you stopped hearing any voice from Saeyoung.

Looking up, you could see all the usual shine in his eyes, vanished.

"Sae.. hey.."

His eyes met yours, meeting you in a soft kiss. Breaking from the kiss, he muttered "I said this in our vows, and I'll say this again, I'll always protect you, and you'll never hear from any creep ever again."

You gasped lightly, then nuzzled your head on his shoulder. You could feel him move from giggles and laughter, as he slowly saw the creep suffer through his computer screen.

~

Saeran

You are such a disgrace to our family! What a worthless daughter, huh?

You were sitting there on the floor, legs covered with fresh and old, cuts, and scars older than ten years, slapping you on your run from your home.

Memories of how your family set up random people to sleep with you, and marry you at the young age of 14, started to creep into your mind since the last few days.

Your eyes burned, dry, as you tried to close them.

How tough it is for you, huh? You just have to marry that man. Why don't you just accept your fate and live with it?

MC.. you're a lady, it is your destiny to live with a man and serve him. If you get beaten up, you deserve it.

But that man is 20 year older than me..

Do not talk back.

You let out a scream, grabbing your hair, pulling it with as much force as possible.

Your sister with whom you lost contact was on a call with you, informing you of her pregnancy with a girl. You started to get scared remembering how your childhood was ruined, how you, a girl, was treated in your household. Not only you but your sister too and how you escaped that home or hell to term it otherwise.

Your anxiety started to take over you, another victim of your family's beliefs. Another young life on the verge of being ruined.

Can this not happen anymore?

You ran away, and your fiance will leave you soon too. Let him realise what a worthless brat you are.

You wanted money, didn't you? Soon he'll realise you're a gold dig-

"NO I AM NOT!" You yelled into the phone, immediately throwing the phone at the nearest wall, shattering. Tiny glass pieces hit you back, piercing your skin.

Startled, you heard the rattle of the door knob, trying to push in.

"Saer-" your breath hitched in your throat, trying to call him. "I'm a bit busy Sae, I'll be out in a while.." you called out to him, nervous as you didn't hear any response from him.

The door turned open, he looked at you. You knew he was shocked, but he didn't really let it get to his face, knowing how much you needed him now, no matter how much you denied him.

Walking out, he soon came back with first aid box, sitting down in front of you, covering any bruises and scratches on your skin.

"I'm sorry Saeran.."

Your nervousness grew, receiving no response from him. Was he disappointed in you?

"... You're not worthless MC. You're everything to me, I.. cannot even try to imagine my life without you, you're that important to me. Please don't do this, not anymore MC, please?" You looked up into his eyes, tears damp on his cheeks.

You nodded looking down on your knees, ashamed.

"A-and don't be ashamed either. I have a surprise for you. Last week, Jaehee noona taught me how to make ice cream, and I made chocolate."

You looked up at him with a gasp, what a sweet surprise!

A few days later you started going to the counselling sessions with Saeran, seeking help together. Your sister was rescued by Saeyoung and Jumin, receiving help and support from different psychiatrist, and support for her child from the government.

~

Help is always available. Here is a post that mentions helplines that can be useful. My dms and asks are always open.

[laurensxox]

• ----- 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂'𝒔 𝑳𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒚 ----- •

Fandom :: The Arcana

Pairing :: Background Muriel x Apprentice, Familial Morga & Count Lucio

Warning/s :: Muriel Route Spoilers, Death, Mourning, Blood, Mild Description of Injuries

Genre :: Angst

Summary :: Morga succeeded in ending her unfinished business with her son using the plan the Apprentice has cooked up.

Author's Note :: Sorry Not Sorry, I dreamed of this and woke up crying. I will not let myself be the only one to suffer so I might've have defied the logic and plot of the game just so you'll be in pain with me :)

Morga heaved as she fell to her knees, her hands that were clutching her spear trembled as the choked sounds of her son made its way into her ears. His own hands, covered with blood soaked fur and sharp claws, weakly held her wrists, trying to use the last of his strength to push her hand away and pull away the spear from where it is lodged into his chest, pinning him to the slowly reddening dirt. Morga knew that she should feel victorious for having successfully put down her tyrant of a son, the evil who was helping someone far more dangerous into destroying the world as she knows it. She brought back the pride and honor of her husband that perished in an unjust and disgraceful battle with his son,  her son. Her slowly rebuilding tribe will no longer be tainted with the infamous reputation of her son.

But she didn’t.

She didn’t feel an ounce bit victorious, not a single spark of success, not a single drop of joy from a battle won. Instead,  she was drowning in a sea of her regrets and failure. Disappointment filling her system as she finally opens her eyes and looked down at her son.  She had expected to still gaze upon the horrid creature her son has turned himself into, she expected to see horns and red eyes,  she expected to see bloodied fur and a muzzle hiding his sharp teeth.

But as their eyes met, similar silver eyes meeting, she felt her resolve start to crumble. Face so similar to the man that she swore to spend her life with, golden locks spread underneath his head and mingling with dirt, pale skin decorated with continuous flow of blood from his lips. His eyes, free of the red hue of the plague, stare back up at her. Pleading her to have mercy on him, to help him as she has always done in his childhood. Eyes so similar to her own were swimming with pain and despair, panic and fear at his upcoming death.

Lucio could feel it, death slowly creeping up to him as he continues lightly choke on the blood flowing from his mouth and down his cheek,  staining his once pristine white uniform. The dying man didn’t even notice that he was no longer in the form that he despise, he didn’t notice how he was back to his former self. Too focused on trying to convey what he is feeling at the moment to his mother using his eyes, he had tried to talk but that only prove to further increase the flow of blood clogging his throat and mouth. He knew that he made a lot of oopsies that his mother will never approve of but he never thought that she would actually–

A pained gasped left his mouth as Morga finally pulled the spear out of her son’s chest, immediately throwing it away to the side and away from the two of them. It rolled up to the two other people that she has completely forgotten were there with her. But she pained them no mind, she’ll deal with them later. Right now, she wants to focus on her son. Her dying son.

Apprentice watched with astonishment as the previously cold woman gently caressed her son’s cheek, her eyes soft and brimming with tears as she gaze down at her fallen son. Her white hair was shielding the former count’s face from their view, Apprentice could not help but think of it as Morga’s way of shielding her son from the evil that she was previously wasn’t able to do. Although, from what evil,  they did not know. Looking up at Muriel,  who were staring at the mother and son with unreadable expression, it may be from that.

“How could she still be sad from his death? He ended so much innocent lives with his selfishness” Muriel quietly said, leaning down to take hold of their mentor’s discarded spear,  his eyes not leaving the two on the ground. Apprentice wondered the same for a moment,  Morga did mention about how she must end her son, their unfinished business, for his heinous crimes. How could she look so regretful now if this was her end goal? But as they think more about it… There was really only one answer for that.

“He’s still her son. She’s still a mother who ended her own son.” They answered, looking at Morga with higher respect. They couldn’t imagine the pain that she must be feeling right now. No matter how tough she seems to be,  it still must hurt to be the one to end your own child. “I imagine it must still hurt”

The tall man didn’t answer.

Apprentice sighed, now feeling like they’re intruding on a moment. Just as they were about to suggest giving them some space and privacy, a beautiful humming tune that soon turned into singing emerged from the pair on the floor. It sounded like a lullaby one would sing to soothe their child from remembering a horrifying nightmare. Comforting singing that managed to relax the Apprentice’s tense shoulders and from their place, they couldn’t believe that the singing was actually coming from the older female.

Morga was singing a lullaby to her son, Lucio- no, Montag. They remember, Morga is probably seeing her stubborn son Montag right now and not the cruel Count Lucio of Vesuvia.

After watching the woman sing her lullaby to her son, Muriel couldn’t seem to handle the scene any longer and fled the place. Apprentice took one last look at the pair, silently listening to the song for a little bit before following after the much taller man. They’ll come back to her after some time,  she clearly needed some more time with her son and to be honest? Both them and Muriel needed it too.

Lucio let out a sigh, no longer fighting as the soothing music of a lullaby that he has not heard in decades surround him.  It was still as comforting as he remembers, still fills him with security like the furred warm blanket that his father made for him in his childhood. He never thought that he’ll ever hear this song again,  he thought that the last time he’ll get to relax to the sound of it was when he was a mere 5 years old toddler. His mother wasn’t really the singing type. Nevertheless, he relaxed. He knew that this was it, there’s no coming back from this one. His soul will probably be snatched as soon as he passes and as much as death and the demons scaring the shit out of him, he was happy that he was at least been able to hear his music sanctuary for the last time.

His mother was crying- such a strange sight for the normally stoic and cold woman. Her tears were falling directly onto his cheek and eyes and so he closed them, not knowing it will be the last time he’ll ever do so.

As he open his eyes once again, he noticed how cold and wet his back seems to be. The scenery changed around him as well, all around him were tall bare trees covered in snow and ice forming around the branches. The wind was howling coldly and yet, despite that and the coldness on his back, he’s warm. The furred coat that looks quite big on him was what was keeping the cold from affecting him.

Hearing the crunching of snow beside him, he turned his head and saw his father walking towards him with a victorious smile on his face, on his shoulder was a huge elk. Looks like they’ll be having a great dinner tonight. Just as he was about to stand and cheer for his father,  he sneezed rather violently and he couldn’t stop the whine that escaped his throat.

He sniffed as he was properly wrapped in the coat and was carried by his mother, his head coming down to rest on her shoulder near her neck. Her scent offers him all the protection and security that he needs. He knows she’ll keep all the monsters away from him, especially the worm ones. She was a strong woman and everyone in their tribe fears her wrath.

“This is why I have told you not to lay on the snow, Monty. You will risk yourself getting sick.” She clicked her tongue in annoyance yet her eyes were soft and fond as she look down at the scrunched up face of her heir. “Come, let us head home and get you warmed up before dinner. Your new furred coat should be done by now.” She said as she leans down to pick up her son’s wooden sword, she would need to start training him with real blades soon.

Soon, the family of three headed home. Montag has never felt more safe than where he is right now and if this was a dream, he never wants to wake up anymore. He wants to stay with his mama and papa.

Meanwhile, in reality, Morga was making her way to the Apprentice and Muriel. Her expression was blank but the redness of her eyes shows just what she was feeling at the moment. The Apprentice was tempted to offer her condolences to the woman but Muriel shook his head. He was right, she’ll probably not appreciate it.

As they walk away from the deathbed of one unforgettable Count, the two in front of her were oblivious to the damning mark on the spot below her belly button and right over her womb. A mark of her deal with the Devil, trading her son’s soul with hers as a way to repent for her failure and to at least give her son a peaceful life on the other side.

The song I imagined Morga was singing :: Isabella's Lullaby

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The silver tooth

This is a very small 'spinn off' from my story 'hasta mañana' on AO3. Where Heahmund has fun dragging the handcuffed Ivar in a restaurant and Ivar tells Heahmund the story about his silver tooth. Happened some hours after the arrest. Might post this on AO3 aswell.

Words: ~ 2200.

Pairing: Ivar x Heahmund.

Ivar stared at Heahmund, the corners of his mouth pulled down slightly. Heahmund could see that the boy had briefly let his bright eyes slide down to the handcuffs that Heahmund had tightened under the table to keep at least one of the Mexican brat's hands fixed; it was only when the bright eyes turned sullenly and extremely angrily on Heahmund's face again that Heahmund raised his eyebrows.

"This is humiliating." Ivar snarled, but Heahmund only snorted.

"How is it more humiliating than being chained in a car, huh?" Heahmund replied; he waved to a waitress who nodded slightly at him while Ivar clicked his tongue lightly.

"Is this some American way of taking your prisoners out to dinner? What kind of shit is that?" the boy hissed venomously.

Heahmund smiled broadly. "We've been driving across the desert for several hours, and the turf where your Mexican ass belongs is just a little far away. And since you scum can't be left alone in the car - later someone will think you're a whimpering dog that has to be freed because I would have left the air conditioning off - you'll just have to eat with me. I think I'm even nice. They wouldn't even let something like you knock on the glass door."

Ivar bit his lower lip so hard that the skin turned slightly white where his incisors sank in lightly. Anger, Heahmund could see it exactly, and he loved it. They had had a long trip since Heahmund had arrested the drug lord's son - but as it was in the foothills of the Mexican desert, the nearest police station was not just around the corner.

Heahmund had known that people had reacted terribly shocked to his and Ivar's arrival - but he couldn't see himself sitting in a car with that bastard for 24 hours without eating or drinking anything. Especially since the tormentor put his damn feet down on his dashboard every two hours, the crappy white sneakers that Heahmund already hated on principle. The fact that they hurled racist expletives at each other every 20 minutes added to it. Until Heahmund had discovered this dinky little diner on the outskirts of a small desert town and had decided to make Ivar look really stupid for his own amusement and encouragement.

He knew that people knew who Ivar was. They knew rumors, like ghosts, spoken in whispers behind street corners. And even though Heahmund, as an annoyed cop, smelled treachery behind every Mexican face, he had still decided to make this stage out of sheer amusement. And he loved Ivar's hate-distorted face, the rapidly creeping blush on his cheeks as people kept staring at him. Almost like a lion in the zoo.

"I'm not hungry." Ivar growled; his lip had by now released, but his eyes were still narrowed in anger.

"Then don't eat. I honestly don't give a shit if you have something in your stomach. You're half a shirt anyway.", Heahmund replied amusedly, ordering something to drink and eat. Fortunately, the waitress spoke English; he would never have had the nerve to ask that damn bastard for a translation. And even though the waitress turned to Ivar with slightly red cheeks and asked him in a shaky voice in Spanish what he wanted to eat, Ivar didn't look away from Heahmund's face; hate, so much hate. Heahmund's limbs were tingling. The tension between them had increased since the car ride.

"Sólo agua. Eso es todo.", Ivar muttered hoarsely; the waitress nodded and disappeared. Heahmund watched her go, interrupted only by the slight snort that came between him and Ivar. The boy jutted his chin slightly.

"Do you seriously think women like her go for cops?" he said; Heahmund raised his eyebrows. He'd had a hard time getting used to Ivar's hard Spanish accent, even if it did sound exciting in some way. Like everything else in this country. But Ivar was something very special. Something very special bad that Heahmund had been working towards for years. Capturing the son of the Ragnar Lothbrok, the ghost of Mexico, was a brilliant job. He just had to drive this little bastard safely to the precinct, that was all.

"All women like cops."

"They don't."

"They sure do."

"Tss, as if! Especially on you foreigner. Women don't like traitors."

"Women don't like criminals."

Ivar leaned back slightly in the seat; his bright eyes slid over Heahmund's face, then he gave a light snort of laughter.

"Besides, I don't think you’re into women," Ivar said, and Heahmund fixed the stare of his eyes on him. The young Mexican raised his eyebrows slightly, and Heahmund snorted.

"What did you just say?"

"I said you don't like women. You're looking at me like-" Ivar interrupted; the waitress brought the drinks. And just as she was about to set the glass of water down in front of Ivar, Heahmund lightly bumped the tray with a movement, and the glass of water fell. The waitress apologized, while Ivar pressed the back of his head against the padded bench and stared angrily at Heahmund.

"Oops. My mistake. Well, the good water for the poor boy!  Get another glass, will you?" Heahmund said with a smile, and the waitress nodded after removing the grossest dirt. Ivar's eyes literally glowed as Heahmund looked at him again.

"You're an asshole."

"And you’re scum. A chilled drink like that does a world of good," Heahmund retorted; he took a big gulp from his glass of cool iced tea and tried his best to cover a wide grin in his mouth as he saw Ivar's eyes narrow.

"I hope someone shoots you soon," he said.

"You can wish for that when you're in jail, Goldy."

"Why you fucking cop call me Goldy?"

"Because of your skin."

Ivar's mouth dropped open, then shut again; his eyes swept once down Heahmund's body, and he nodded deprecatingly at the cop.

"Racist."

"With you and your family gladly."

"Oh, that was clear. I swear you're going to regret this," Ivar growled. He didn't move away when the waitress placed a new glass of water in front of him while Heahmund got a plate of food. Heahmund immediately started eating, and he noticed after a while that Ivar was looking slightly out the window. The boy did everything but look in Heahmund's direction, and chewed lightly on his lower lip.

Heahmund knew he was hungry. Since the arrest, which had been half a day ago, the boy had eaten nothing and drunk very little. The water glass was half empty, and there was a reflection of the slowly setting sun in the slightly milky glass. Heahmund stared at the glass for a while, then back at the food. He left a little left over, and after a while pushed the plate over to Ivar. "If you want, eat. You Mexicans don't throw anything away and make tacos out of everything."

Ivar's eyes rolled upward, and he snorted deeply. "Can we maybe do without your standard cop jokes about us for a change, huh? A little more civility? One could almost think you're a cop from the gutter.", Ivar snorted, and before Heahmund could take the plate away from him again, he pulled it over to him with his free hand. It wasn't much - but it was already too much by Heahmund's standard. This little rat didn't even deserve the water that was next to the plate.

Ivar ate hastily. And only when Heahmund paid the waitress and unchained Ivar from the bar under the table again, the bright eyes briefly turned to Heahmund, who took the extremely unruly boy hard by the handcuffs and led him away. It did not escape his notice that a deep shade of red was traveling down Ivar's cheeks, up to his cheekbones. He gripped tighter, even as he heard Ivar's slight snort accurately.

Heahmund chained the boy to the open window of the car door, with one arm, and with a soft exhale took a cigarette from his bulletproof vest a few feet away. It took him a while to find his lighter among the guns, pepper spray and other things, but then he lit the cigarette and took a big drag from it. Only after a while did he feel Ivar's burning gaze on him; he turned his eyes to the boy and nodded. Ivar had leaned back against the car door, his arm contorted so that he could stand reasonably well, before nodding to Heahmund as well.

"Can I bum one?" he asked, and Heahmund laughed lightly.

"Aren't you still too young for that? And more importantly, why should I?"

Ivar rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh; his bright eyes pointed at Heahmund's bulletproof vest. "Come on, I can't take another eight hours in that car with your fucking aftershave up my nose. Please."

"If you keep your sneakers off my dashboard, then yeah," Heahmund snorted; he fumbled again for the cigarettes and raised his eyebrows in annoyance.

"Sure."

He lit Ivar's cigarette. Because of the fact that they were a little closer due to the restricted movement, Heahmund could see the fine scar that stood out on Ivar's caramel-colored skin on his cheek; he also smelled it again, that damn sweet smell of copal and lavender. He wrinkled his nose slightly; something silvery flashed at him as Ivar took the first, deep drag from the cigarette and expelled it gleefully into the lukewarm air.

He had seen that silver tooth the first time he had arrested Ivar. With the roar the boy had put on, it had been hard to miss; besides, it was the tooth next to his first four incisors, quite conspicuous. Heahmund took another drag from the cigarette, then nodded over to Ivar, who eyed him the same way. The setting sun bathed everything in a warm light, which reflected perfectly like melted honey on Ivar's face.

"The tooth, that silver one." Heahmund said; he leaned against the car beside the boy, emitting a puff of smoke.

Ivar raised his eyebrows. "What about it?"

"Is that fashion? Or is that some...Mexican bullshit you guys like to do. Like your fucking tattoos."

Ivar snorted. "You have one on the back of your neck yourself, I've seen it. And no, it's not bullshit, fucking asshole." The boy shifted his position slightly; Heahmund knew that the handcuffs were actually a much tighter fit, because they left marks on Ivar's relatively thin wrist.

 "What is it then?"

Ivar was silent for a moment; he fixed his gaze on the setting sun, and again expelled a light haze of smoke.

"It's a gift. I was traveling in Mexico City once, must have been two years ago. A girl almost got hit by a truck she hadn't seen, and her parents were standing too far away. When I pulled her aside, I hit my head on a hard stone wall. My tooth fell out."

"Must have been a baby tooth." Heahmund said as two pairs of narrowed eyes locked onto him; Heahmund laughed lightly. "It's fine, sorry."

"Anyway," Ivar continued; "anyway, the little girl's parents were so grateful to me that they offered to correct it. The father was a dentist. It's white gold, it was worth more than the damn practice. He said actually he had wanted to save that silver tooth for a specific occasion in his own life. But he said his daughter's life was absolutely worth it. And I've had that tooth ever since. It always reminds me of what happened there."

Heahmund exhaled. For a moment, he didn't know what to say - which was extremely rare in his life. He had arrested Ivar to get to his father with him. He wanted to bust the whole family, this whole cartel - but he hadn't expected anything like this. And he wondered for a moment if he should even believe Ivar, because after all he was part of this corrupt and violent family. This merry-go-round of violence and drug dealing, of murders and illegal activities.

But when Heahmund turned his gaze to Ivar, who was still staring towards the sun, the back of his neck prickled slightly. He saw exactly the slight bulge under Ivar's skin at the mouth, the tender bulge, a clear indication that the boy was just running his tongue over the said silver tooth, obviously thinking back to that experience. So, scum could also do good.

Bright eyes locked on Heahmund, and the two looked at each other for a moment. The rays of the sun made Ivar's eyes seem almost silver, and Heahmund's throat went terribly dry for a moment. Pure silver, beautiful, wild silver. Forbidden silver.

"Once I see your dirty sneakers on the dashboard, I'll kick them out the window myself," he said darkly, and Ivar clicked his tongue.

"You would miss me, asshole."

"Tss. No more than you miss rats after they bite you."

"Charming, cop."

"Shut up, dirty little bastard, and you keep your mouth shut on the ride. I don't want to hear a word."

Ivar snorted slightly, and as Heahmund released his handcuffs from the door and almost roughly shoved the boy into the car, their eyes met again.

"Not a word, bastard."

"Pendejo, you fucking gringos are all the same."

That damn accent. Heahmund almost had to bite his fist as he walked to his side of the car to stop the tingling and fire in his veins. After all, he could never and would never allow someone like Ivar to get too close to him.

@youbloodymadgenius (ehm was it really everything written? 😂🙈)

[heresathreebee]

Brackish and Briny Waters (five)

[Ralph Lamont x Female Reader]

Summary: Ralph apologizes and you've got baby brains, but sometimes life does nothing but kick you down. Previous Masterlist Next

Tag(s): 16+ | 1.7k words | more angst, baby fever, alcoholism, ghostly vibes

AN: GODDAMN Part 5 took me a lifetime to finish. As always no beta readers just poorly side eyeing this by myself and hoping it makes sense

THE NEXT MORNING

You barely stir when you hear the door open. You've all but forgotten last night, and yet you flinch when Ralphie tries to cuddle with you. He sighs somewhere near your ear and hugs you from behind anyways, lips brushing the nape of your neck and breath fanning over your back as he simply lies there, quiet as the grave. 

There's no bruise but you can still feel his hand gripping your arm from last night. "You're being a huge dick…" 

"... I know." 

That is not good enough. You roll over to face him and watch his face twist when he notices the tract marks of dry tears on your face. He swallows and almost unconsciously takes your hand, smoothing his thumb over the back of your palm in a way that was meant to comfort him rather than you. 

"I'm sorry." He opens his mouth again but he flounders for words. After a deep breath he continues. "We can't call Reagan. Because he won't do anything for us…" 

You wait impatiently for him to explain. 

"Sweetheart, if we called Reagan last night, he would have fucking laughed at us. It is step one down that slippery slope to the couple who cried wolf." He put a hand on your shoulder and looked you in the eye, "do you really think he would have done something?" 

You think about it. If Ralph hadn't stopped you from calling him, what would you have said to Reagan? 

I smelled exhaust fumes. Not an emergency, he would say. 

I think he found us. What do you want me to do about it, too late now, he would ask.  

We're in danger. I'll send a squad upstate, they should be there in 4 hours, he would joke. 

"It was real," you insist. "I smelled fumes." 

"I know. I believe you." 

You squint at him threateningly and he doesn't give an inch. He doesn't seem like he's mocking you. 

Ralph could be an asshole, but Reagan was infinitely worse. At least one of them gave a shit about your safety. The realization Ralph was right scared you more than anything. You were alone in this… 

Well, alone together. 

You sigh and bury your face in his neck. Your hair is tangled as shit and probably tickling his face, but your husband simply wraps you up in a tight embrace and holds you against him. It's all the apology you need. 

END OF THE FIRST MONTH

Adjusting to your new life hit you like a sack of bricks early on a Monday morning. You woke up from a dream where you still lived in your tiny little apartment two minutes walk from everything. In a reality which felt more like a fever dream, Ralph was late for work, donning a tie and tweed jacket and kissing you goodbye for the day. 

You never realized how much space there was in the new master bedroom. In the apartment, a queen sized bed nearly touched the walls and barely left room to creep around two night stands and a dresser, but in the new house you had room to lay on the floor and stretch, maybe put another piece of furniture in here like a bookshelf or something. 

And the whole damn house was like that. You had an entire second floor to claim as your own! There is almost too much space… too much space for just the two of you. 

God there's that thought again drifting into your mind unbidden, unfurling like a fern at the first droplet of sunshine. How many people does it take to turn a house into a home? Three should be plenty, your mind offers. 

You busy yourself with measurements, regrouting the loose tiles in the kitchen floor, and scrubbing the blackened hell out of that downstairs bathroom. It seems to come to life beneath your hands and you can feel yourself getting excited to show guests the improvement. 

The thoughts of turning your little twosome family into three persist over and over until you can't stand it any longer. Maybe it's finally time… 

Ralph's late getting home by 5 minutes instead of 5 hours but he still looks tired. No mud tracks on his pants or hard set eyes. He's halfway up the stairs before you realize he's probably going to bed early. 

"Hey!" 

Ralph stops like it pains him. His head sags and his hold on the railing is tight like he'll fall if he lets go. The way he's wobbling he might. He is barely able to meet your eyes as he glances over his shoulder and when he does he simply grunts. 

"I made dinner," you squeeze your hands together behind your back, "angel hair pasta and that sauce you love." 

Ralph's eyes flicker in thought. "Be down in a second." 

You wait nervously to see if he does come down. What if this is a bad idea? What if he doesn't take you seriously? Oh god what if he hates it, what if he calls you an idiot for even considering it? 

Ralph does come back downstairs, hair wild from running his fingers through it. He seems to gain a small amount of energy while eating, not wanting to talk himself but asking how your day has been going. 

You're definitely rambling right now. Ralph listens and listens, chuckling along but at some point he grows concerned and envelopes your hand with a worried expression on his face. "Jesus, I've never heard so many words come out of your mouth at once, it's like you're writing a dissertation over there. Are you OK, baby?" 

You snap your mouth shut. God, you hadn't even come close to talk about kids for all your rambling. And then there was that weird smell… 

Your blood runs cold as you recognize it. You lean a little closer to Ralph and he almost instinctively flinches away. If there's one thing you are sure of, one thing you could swear on god– Ralph Lamont has never flinched away from a kiss before. So he has something to hide. And that something has a sharp scent and explains his slow reactions and tired eyes better than anything else could. 

"Have you… have you been drinking?" 

It's the way he can't meet your eyes when you ask him. You know. It's beyond out of character, so much so that it's confusing and a little frightening for you. 

A little drink here and there is, to you, to be expected especially considering the wealth of your new company. So why hide it? Is there something else he's not telling you?

You suddenly feel sick and too hot, ripping your hand away from his and getting up to leave the table. 

He knows you get in your head sometimes and practically yells your name to stop you. "I'm… I don't know why I…" 

Ralph sighs and buries his face into his hands, ashamed. All this suspense is twisting knots in your stomach. You sit back down gingerly, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down. 

"Ralph," you warn, "you had better start explaining yourself right now before I lose it." 

Ralph stares a hole into the table and worries his lip. The truth is he doesn't know what to say because he doesn't know why he did it. The students are easy, you are easy. Even in the toughest of times, at his lowest, he didn't drink so… what the fuck was coming over him?, he asked himself. 

Something clicked. It rolled like fire in his belly given dry wood, smoking curling to the top of his throat and out of his ears. "They hate me." 

"Who? Who hates you?" 

"Everyone." 

You looked him in the eye for the first time tonight and saw something dark looking in there. It makes you uneasy. "What makes you think they hate you, baby?" 

Ralph's grip on his fork tightens until his knuckles are white before he gingerly sets the dishware down and deflates. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head with a sardonic grin. 

"You wouldn't understand… and how could you? You never leave the house." He looks at you and there's a growing instability rising in his movements. "You… you don't see it. It started out as little nothings that I could ignore because it didn't matter that they didn't like me: I was new.  

"Then it became lots of these little nothings. Staring and whispering and hushed silences. Tip toeing language and poking and prodding and testing me and my limits and it just… it just… it never got better…" 

Rumors. It dawned on you that his frustration seemed intimately familiar to you as you had had to change schools once or twice due to a few terrible rumors that snowballed and got way out of hand. And you can imagine the sort of rumors that accompany a man with little interest in making friends who has a wife nobody knows anything about. 

If you wanted to stay here long, you would need to change a few minds. You set aside your fear for a moment and make him look at you. You can see the unshed tears in his eyes and feel pity for him. 

"I want to do that dinner party," you announce. "With all that's gone on, you probably didn't have the grand introduction you deserve. Let me show them how much you mean to me." 

Ralph's shaking his head but he already knows you'll win this fight. For him it feels like begging for something he doesn't even want. He agrees because he already promised you could when you were ready and you needed to find new friends asap. 

His sleep that night is fitful and the room's shadows seem to reach out like claws seeking his immortal soul. When the haze of whiskey finally dies down in his system he sleeps dreamless and wakes to feel somehow more hollow with despair than before. 

Ralph Lamont has the distinct feeling things are going to get a hell of a lot worse before anything gets better…

@werwulfy @fundamentally-lazy @escape-your-grape @mimiscappinisideblog @go-commander-kim

[vavuska]

My favorite Happy Ending

The Little Mermaid, written and directed by Ron Clements and John Musker (1989)

Yup, I know that Ariel has a lot of problem: first of all she is a 16 years old girl that wants only to escape from her over controlling father and her many perfect sisters. She dreams to explore the world and travel... And ended up marrying a mediocre guy with whom she never really even talked more than few seconds in the whole movie just because he is handsome (and also to run off from her family). Ariel needs a pair of leg to meet Eric, so she asks for help to the witch Ursula (that hates Ariel for her preatty look and her noble title) Ursula tells Ariel that she not only doesn’t need her voice to win over Eric but also that having it would actually be a turn-off for men.

“You’ll never even miss it … You'll have your looks! Your pretty face,” said Ursula. “The men up there [on land] don't like a lot of blabber / They think a girl who gossips is a bore.”

This is not just about Ariel losing her voice for a man or being only valued for her looks – this is about women promoting the systemic silencing of women, beating down young girls by pinning their insecurities against them and affirming that they are powerless against men.

Ariel’s first comment about Prince Eric is not that he’s intellectual or charming but that he’s “so beautiful” and, within minutes, “falls in love” because she finds him handsome. Eric proceeds to do the same, and within three days, the couple gets married. Doesn't matter that they are teens, because Eric is 18 years old and legally an adult, while Ariel looks is “very mature” for her age (as teen I had creeps every time someone told me this thing) and she is perfectly able to decide what she wants: getting married to escape from her family.

The implications this has for the children watching are beyond detrimental. This notion that looks are the only indicator of our value, especially a woman’s value, is beyond regressive. Humans are so much more complex! We have thoughts, feelings and personalities. Disney’s routine message that looks is our only valuable asset is not only disgusting but dehumanizing.

I will say, the vanity of both Eric and Ariel is probably the only gender equality present in the film, and that’s saying something.

But, who cares? I mean, it is setted in a fictional 13th century (teens were considered adults, people married very young and women's rights weren't that valued as today) fantasy kingdom in which merfolk are real. I like this scene and Ariel dress, even if it looks too modern for the whole setting.

Others screens from The Little Mermaid: (X)

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Heyy!! Congrats on making it to 50 followers!! I know it's not much but sooner or later it'll grow big and you'll have tons of mini minions who love and adore you! + your writings too!!

I just want to say that your Caesar blowjob with a twist got me hooked on recreating questionable scenarios while I was folding the clothes and my brain said "How dare this person make me go horny without consent!!" Just kidding, I give my utmost thanks from getting my hormones set off from your writing❤❤

I just recently finished watching SDC and I'm in the big sad from seeing Kakyoin dying while listening to Goodbye Nostalgia before crying because the lyrics hit me so baddd

Would it be alright if I were to request a small scenario that Kakyoin survived the hit? I just want my cherry boy healthy and well dhdhdhdhdhvf

I also love my cherry boy, so yes. You can have that. Now I need to go mop up my tears because this whole thing was so sweet. This may be a little sad, but it gets better. Just... my poor boy, he needs to heal. Honestly, this was a nice break from what I usually write, so thanks for that! Had to hold back lots of happy tears with this one.

Kakyoin is finally released from the hospital after healing from his DIO-induced injuries and he could not be more excited.

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: A little bit of sad, but mostly happy reunions! Paraplegic!Kakyoin.

Word Count: 1205

Hope and Recovery

     Kakyoin’s feet dangled over the side of the hospital bed. He looked at them with a sad curiosity, narrowing his eyes and focusing, willing them to move, to feel that tingle, the feeling of stretching them out. But, they wouldn’t. No matter how hard he tried. It was still too soon, according to the doctors. He couldn’t help wanting to be that tiny 1%, that little miracle person. For now, he would have to be okay with a wheelchair seeing as using Hierophant would be a little too odd for people who can’t see stands.

     He sighed, pulling his legs back onto the bed, arranging himself so he was lying down again. He smiled, staring at the bed table near his feet. Various pictures of smiling family, friends and whatever Iggy was feeling in the picture Polnareff took. A chuckle escapes him freely. Iggy had sunglasses on and what looked like a smaller version of what Mr. Joestar would wear on vacation with a small vibrant drink in the lower corner.

     Looking over to the calendar on the wall next to the clock, he checked which day it was. Of course, he knew what day it was, he just needed to keep reminding himself that it was happening. He was going home today. After so many months of healing in the hospital, he was finally allowed to go home. Home to his bed and games and beanbag chair, his dad’s awful jokes and his mum. He missed her the most, he thinks. 53 days travelling and then another 3 months on top of that was too much, to say the least. They’d visit, of course, but nothing compares to waking up to her cooking.

     Kakyoin laughs to himself, thinking of what his father and uncles would say at parties when he was a kid. He really was a mama’s boy and proud of it! He looks at the clock, then back to the calendar for the umpteenth time today, pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. This day was finally here.

     And Avdol was late.

     Funny, the warm-hearted man was usually very punctual. Maybe Mr. Joestar was driving them. He and Avdol had grown close, sharing this room together while they healed. The Speedwagon Foundation had given him robotic hands, like Mr. Joestar, so it was a bit easier for him to heal probably. Meanwhile, Kakyoin chose to keep his legs. When he woke up, they had told him that there was a small chance that he would be able to walk with his own legs again and, by God, he was going to take it. Even if it didn’t work, he was sure they’d come up with some way to help him.

     All of the sudden, Polnareff burst through the door, flowers and balloons in his hands, smiling like a buffoon, not that he could blame him. His own cheeks hurt from smiling so much today which was only amplified by the grin he gave his friend. The two laughed whole heartily as they hugged, being careful of Kakyoin’s injuries, babbling about how exciting this all was. He barely remembered what they said! It was all a blur. Someone came in and gave him his clothes, then helped him into the wheelchair so he could change with a little help from the nurse.

     Everything was a buzz with excitement as Avdol pushed him down the hallway, flowers in hand and the balloon tied to the handle of the wheelchair. They all waved at the doctors and nurses, laughing about the good times of Egypt, exchanging inside jokes, the like. When they arrived at the doors, he saw Mr. Joestar and Jotaro standing together, a rare smile graced Jotaro’s lips as he saw his friend approach him, joking about him looking like shit when he could see how tried Kakyoin was.

     “I couldn’t sleep last night. I was looking forward to the morning too much.” They all smiled sincerely, Joseph clamped a hand down on shoulder, laughing loud enough to draw attention from the passers by.

      Looking out the glass door, his eye was caught by a familiar form. “Mom!” He said, putting his hands on the wheels and rolling as fast as he could towards her. She turned at the sound of her son’s voice, then grinned. 

     “Noriaki!” She ran to him, almost falling to her knees when she was close enough to hug him. He tried his best to catch her, pulling her close to him. They laughed through happy tears, reunited. She immediately went into telling him about what happened at home when she pulled back. His dad came over and did the same, kissing him on the temple gently, patting his back. 

     It was evident they were all happy to see each other, happy to get back to their usual routines. With these people around him, healing would be a breeze! It would be like it never happened. Perfect.

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     “Oh, come on! No way!” Kakyoin shouted with glee, hitting the buttons on his controller harder than he was before. He was trying to beat Dark Link from Legend of Zelda 2, but to no avail. One final stab from the black pixel counter part and he was toast, dropping his hands to the couch and letting out an exasperated sigh. He looked over to Jotaro, who was trying to hide his smug smile. “As if you could do any better!”

     The two laughed lightly, reaching into the bowl of pop corn they had sitting between them. He closed out of the game, done with the fight for now. One day he’d get it. One day. 

     “Was there anything you wanted to play?” He asked. Jotaro shrugged. “There’s not a lot, but there is Super Mario Brothers. You seemed to like that last time. Until the Goomba.”

     “The what?” He looked over, confused and perturbed. 

     “The Goomba. It’s the mushroom thing that kept-”

     “Oh, right. Is that what they’re called?”

     “Yes, that’s what they’re called. Do you want to play it? If not, we could watch a movie,” Kakyoin mused, trying to get his friend interested. He heard him sigh and smiled.

     “Fine, I’ll play.”

     “Great! Would you mind getting it set up? I would do it myself, but...” He gestured to his legs. Jotaro got up wordlessly, getting the new game and setting it up the way he had taught him to, the proper way as he says. Kakyoin did whatever he needed to on his end, the familiar, joyful music filling their ears. He quickly reminded Jotaro how to play and then they set off on starting a new file. 

     Everything was going well, until the Koopas at the second stage. Jotaro made Mario jump on to the first one properly, and then hit the wrong side of the shell, making it barrel the other way, killing his tiny character. Kakyoin laughed.

     “Well, it wasn’t the Goomba!”

     “Let’s just watch a movie.” Another loud laugh made the taller teen hide his head behind his hat. He couldn’t help letting a small smile creep across his lips. Content. Glad that he has his friend, now and forever, as cheesy as that was. It felt nice. For both of them.

[ohdeersthings]

Querenica

(Spanish) A place where one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; The place where you are your most authentic self.

Soo first time writing in a long time (Like since 2013? 2014? My poor tween self). Open to critiques. Just wanna do some angst and a little fluff because ya know. We love crying 🥰

MIRIO TOGATA X F!READER

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"MIRIO!"

"FORGET ABOUT ME! GET ERI OUT OF HERE!"

"I WONT LEAVE YOU DAMMIT! WE PROMISED TO DO THIS TOGETHER"

"I KNOW, BUT THIS IS BIGGER NOW. PLEASE (Y/N) JUST GET HER OUT!"

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° You could still remember the day perfectly as if it was yesterday. The day everything had shifted, turning your world upside down as you could barely wrap your head around the new surroundings and emotions that flew by as you gazed up at the new school. Well, one could only feel so much at the ripe age of eight.

"Are you ready to venture inside?" Your mother, (M/N) asked with a smile, squating down beside you as your small hands clenched at your (F/C) skirt, not able to maintain eye contact. "(Y/N)? It'll be okay, you'll get to make new friends and learn more interesting facts about your favorite subjects," (M/N) tried to put you at ease but there was only so much you can do for a child whose natural, shy nature made it difficult for new transitions and surroundings.

You tried to relax your hands but failed as you gazed up your mother, (E/C) eyes a shade darker than yours staring back warmly, "But won't the other kids make fun of me? My quirks not very show worthy..Maybe we can try again next year?" You had pleaded hopefully, not wanting to leave the comfort of your home without your Mother. (M/N) could only sigh, running a hand softly through your (H/C) tresses, "I'm sorry my sweet girl, Mommy can't homeschool you anymore, I know it'll be strange since it's half way through the first of the year but you'll see," she smiled wide at you, and you couldn't help but smile back too, gaining confidence from her that made your heart warm so much that the flowers of purple and blue next to you sprung to life and bloomed. "Even the flowers agree too," (M/N) laughed as your face turned a soft pink from embarrassment, still not having full control over your quirk. Grabbing your hand softly, your mother stood up tall and gently led you inside, the new adventure waiting for you beyond the doors.

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"Alright! Everyone settle down we have a new student joining us, come on in" The teacher announced, glancing toward the doorway where you stood frozen, heart racing at the thought of having to introduce yourself now an overwhelming feeling. 'Maybe if I run I can catch Mom?' You thought, but thinking back to her warm eyes and smile, you swallowed and walked in, looking down and trying to ignore the dozens of eyes staring at you. "Introduce yourself my dear," The teacher smiled at you, hoping to ease your anxiousness.

Finally gaining the confidence to look up, you looked around warily at the new faces. Some looking interested, others bored, a few who seemed a mixture of both depending on your introduction. "H-Hello there..My name is (L/N) (F/N), I hope we get along," you'd manage to squeak out, hands tense at your side as you bowed, looking back up as some people gushed over your now pink face. "How cute~!" "She's so flustered!" "Her hair is so pretty~! "Wonder what her quirk is?" Were a few you heard right away, making you smile nervously as your hands found your skirt again. "Calm down everyone, (L/N) you may take your seat in front of Mirio, Mirio raise your hand," a boy with bright blonde hair, stunning blue eyes and a warm smile greeted you as you made your way to your seat.

Nodding your head in thanks, you sat down and got out your flower covered notebook and sunflower pencil, beginning to take notes as the lesson began. A warm feeling creeping over your back, turning slightly to see the boy, Mirio, smiling at you with an inquiry gaze, head in his hands as he leaned in close. Flustering again, you quickly turned around hoping to have not been caught, but the same couldn't be said for the boy behind you, whose interest in you seemed to just grow more.

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Outside break time seemed to come so fast yet so slow as you walked around, finding shade beneath a tree as you breathed in the fresh air, your body seeming to glow around you as the plants nearby leaned toward you, almost as if you were the sun itself. It was so peaceful and relaxing, true harmony as you let a smile grace your features. If only it could stay like this-

"HEY THERE!" A sudden voice cut through the air as you jumped, screaming in shock and falling backwards into the tree. "Oh gosh I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to frighten you, honest!" Opening your eyes, you glanced up to see Mirio, the boy from class in front of your with a smile still gracing his features. "(L/N) right? I'm Mirio Togata! Nice to meet you," he kept his smile up, holding a hand out to you to help you up. Accepting his hand, you stood up, trying to look around anywhere but him as your nerves came back again for the thousandth time.

"Uh, you alright there? Didn't knock any screws loose I hope?" He laughed, leaning in closer to you. The warmth that glowed from him seemed to rival the sun, and you couldn't ignore it any longer as you looked up at him, a small smile now reaching your face too. "He-Hello, it's nice to meet you too," your smile glowed back at him, just as radiant as his is.

"Hey I got a question for ya. Do you like Heros?" Mirio asked straightforward, wanting to get to know you better right of the bat. The question took you by surprise because, yes, you didn't just like Heros, you loved them. You simply nodded, nerves relaxing a little as a breeze blowed by. "Awesome! Say, you've gotta come meet my friends, we can talk about Heros until we go back inside! Oh, maybe we can even continue at lunch! If you wanna sit with us that is, maybe even after school. Wait you might be busy," he rambled off, suddenly excited it appeared to have a new friend.

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you, your hand coming up to block your mouth to stop yourself since you didn't wanna come off as rude. "Sorry, got carried away a bit huh?" Mirio laughed, rubbing the back of his neck as his non wavering smile kept to his face. "It's okay, I don't mind," you answered back, (E/C) eyes meeting Mirios blue ones as you stared, perhaps longer than you should've.

The bell from the school filled the air, causing you to jump, the grass beneath your feet suddenly growing and towering over you and Mirio. "WOAH!" Mirio exclaimed, surprised at the sudden growth spurt of the grass. He looked at you with wide eyes, wondering if this was your quirks doing. It only made sense, seeing as how it was just you two around.

You blushed, hands to your skirt again as you looked down embarrassed. "Sorry, my quirk goes off if I have a sudden spike of emotion sometimes," you explained, glancing up at Mirio who could only grin at you wide eyed, "THATS SO COOL! Can you only manipulate grass? Or is it all nature? Just plants? You've gotta tell me more," he gushed, his hands clenched into fists, excitement pouring out of him.

You'd never seen someone so intrigued by your quirk before outside of your family. It caused a warm feeling in your stomach and chest, slowly pouring out into the rest of your body as you and Mirio exited the tall grass, now able to see the school yard and other kids who were walking inside to resume lessons.

"So what is your quirk? If you don't mind me asking," Mirio inquired, hands on hips and his warm smile on display as always. "I don't mind, uh to put it simply it's just a nature quirk, I-I can control any of plants around me, especially flowers. I really like flowers," you gushed back towards the end, a bright light in your eyes and a beautiful smile dawning your lips as you looked over to Mirio who could only gleam back too. "Thats so cool! You could definitely become an amazing Hero with that!" "Really?" "Definitely, come on let's go, you gotta meet my friend Tamaki Amajiki, he'll be so excited to meet you!" Mirio grabbed your hand and ran off back to the school, you dragging behind him and noticing how the sun bounced off him as if he were the sun itself. A smile rested upon your face as the warmth continued to spread across your body. In a way, it almost felt, Homey.

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"Hey Mirio?"

"Yeah (Y/N) what's up?"

"Can you promise me that we'll work together as Heros? I don't know what I'd do without you, Tamaki or Nejire,"

Mirio couldn't help but laugh at you, your young, first year of high school face becoming pink as you gazed upon your long time friend and crush. "Of course we'll work together! I couldn't think of anyone more fitting to be my Hero Partner," he posed, a big grin plastered on his face as he looked at you, both of you standing just outside the U.A gates.

"S-So you promise? Anything we do, we do together right? As a team?" You gushed, leaning in towards Mirio who nodded, "Always (Y/N) now come on, the guys won't wait for much longer. We gotta go.." he trailed off, leaning towards you to finish his call out. "Plus Ultra?" You laughed, "No! We gotta go fast! Seriously we gotta go, the train is due to to leave in ten minutes!" He realized, grabbing your hand and rushing off, the same warmth erupting through you again as your hands meet. You sighed contently, nothing could ruin this moment.

Until, we return to the present that is...

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"MIRIO!"

"FORGET ABOUT ME! GET ERI OUT OF HERE!"

"I WONT LEAVE YOU DAMMIT! WE PROMISED TO DO THIS TOGETHER!"

"I KNOW, BUT THIS IS BIGGER NOW! PLEASE (Y/N) JUST GET HER OUT!"

You could barely breathe as you stared at Mirio, his costume torn, his cape draped over Eri who couldn't even move she was so terrified. The blood from Mirio caused your heart to clench at the mere thought of him in pain.

"I WONT LEAVE YOU," You shouted back, leaping from the ledge and landing next to Eri who had tears flowing down her cheeks as she could only stare in fear and uncertainty to both of those who had hurt her and came to help her.

"Oh? A new player has come to join hm?" Chisaki Kai muttered, eyes roaming over your body as you shielded Eri from gaze, Mirio a few feet ahead and breathing heavily. "Ya know I would say if you weren't diseased you'd be very attractive, possibly worth studying with that quirk of yours, Antheia, but you must be cleansed," Chisaki muttered, hands on the ground again as he disassembled and reassembled at a mass rate, you grabbing Eri and dodging as Mirio tried his best to handle Chisaki, his quirk now gone unknown to you.

"Mirio! I'll fight, you take care of Eri," you cried out, nearing Mirio who both dodged and protected you and Eri. "As long as he threatens you, I'll fight," Mirio gritted his teeth, fed up with Chisaki and his twisted ways. Reaching into your pouch, you pulled out a few lavender seeds, throwing them out and activating your quirk, allowing the seeds to grow and blossom, their scent extra powerful to make those around fall asleep. Hoping to get it to Chisaki, you grabbed Mirio at the last second, hand sinched around his hand as you pulled him back a few feet, away from Chisaki who could only chuckle, "nice try, but not good enough," as he assembled a spike behind you, Mirio noticing last second and throwing his body weight to the side, causing your still clasped hands to swing you around, dodging it with Eri still wrapped in your arms, shaking.

Mirio could barely stand, nearly collapsing against you but tried to stay strong. 'I can't back down, not yet. Not until this disgusting man is down and out. I have to protect them,' Mirio thought, adrenaline running high as he glanced at you.

You were a warm becon that filled his life, he's never felt more real, more natural around anyone else but you. You make him want to be better, you make him want to push himself to be himself and no one else. The best he can be. Yet you're standing here, wanting to stand beside him like you've always done, but how can he let you do that knowing you can cost your life too. He wants to be selfish, hide you away from everyone so you won't get hurt. He knows what you're capable of, the power you hide from everyone not wanting to draw attention. Power you've only shown around him through trust and respect outside of school and training. Nows the time to show it to the world.

"(Y/N)" Mirio mumbled next to you, making you glance at him yet still wary of Chisaki. "Deku and Sir should be here soon, lets show Chisaki what we're made of until they get here," he grinned, the stupid grin of his that made tears well up your (E/C) eyes as you nodded, gently placing Eri down behind you, sending her a sweet and strong smile of your own.

What seemed to drag on for hours was only mere minutes of you and Mirio throwing blow after blow and receiving blow after blow from Chisaki. As long as he didn't get Eri you'd be fine. Even as blood dripped down your temple from where you were slammed down and your vision blurred, your only goal was to keep Eri and Mirio safe. Just as Mirios was to keep you and Eri safe.

The next few minutes seemed to blur, between Midoriya and Sir showing up. Your body trying to give out into Sirs hug, the last real hug you never knew you'd ever get from him. The memories blurring as you and Mirio trudged out with Eri in tow. Before you could register what happened, your body dropped to the ground, Eri and Mirios faces of concern being the last you see before darkness consumes.

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Images blur together as you come out of unconsciousness. The strong scent of disinfectant spray and rubbing alcohol makes its way to you, the smell both welcoming and alarming. Opening your eyes you notice Aizawa-Sensei by the door, you slowing attempting to sit up as he walks in, "Aizawa- Sensei! What's going on? Where's Mirio? Eri? Is everyone alright," you gushed out, head suddenly pounding, causing you to groan and grab your head. "Take it easy (L/N), it's alright. You're safe, everyone's safe now," he calmed you down, your head still pounding as you nodded with the new information. "So then, Midoriya, Sir Nighteye, they got Chisaki? Are they recovering from their wounds too?" You asked, looking up at him with (E/C) eyes showing hope that everything can now return to normal once everyone's healed. Yet, as Aizawa looks else where you can't help but ask, "What's wrong? Everyone is okay right?" The words that come out of his mouth next has you up, IVs ripped out as you ran out the room, Aizawa chasing after you.

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Heart pounding in your head, you turn a corner, tripping over your feet sending you tumbling to the ground. Yet you got back up and kept running, catching a green haired boy, also known as Izumi Midoriya, by surprise as you ran up. "Midoriya! Please tell me its not true," you cry, tears welling up as you clench his hands.

He could only stare back at you, his own tears glimmering into his lash line too. "I'm so sorry (L/N)-Senpai, but..S-Sir Nighteye is...is," he couldn't finish the sentence, choking back a sob as your tears run down your face. Letting go of his hands you bring yours to your face, hoping to cover up your pitiful sobs that seem to echo the now quiet hallway. "W-Wheres Mirio?" You choked out, Aizawa now caught up with you. His hand softly grabs your shoulder, curling his arm and bringing you into his chest. He may not be a very affectionate man, but you were one of his more favorite students. Seeing you like this broke his heart. "Lets go this way (L/N). It'll be okay," he mumbled into your hair as he gave your shoulder a squeeze, leading you down the hallway away from Midoriya who was now joined by All Might.

Midoriya and All Might could only stare in sadness as they watched one of the Top 4 students of UA break down. First Mirio as he witnessed Sir Nighteyes passing in person, and now you as you woke up too late to say goodbye and having to realize that you'll never get the chance like they did.

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Aizawa knocked on the hospital door, a silence followed for a few seconds before a soft "Come in," was heard from inside. Opening the door Aizawa saw Mirio sitting on his hospital bed, a smile plastered to his face. "Whats up Eraserhead?" He questioned, almost as if his whole life didn't go up in flames merely 12 hours ago. "Mirio, are you up for a visitor? This person could really use your help right now," Aizawa inquired, hoping that you two could heal eachother like you always seemed to do.

"Sure, who is it?" Mirio asked, head tilt. Aizawa didn't answer, merely turning his head to the doorway where you stood, hospital gown and all. Your eyes red from tears that had slowed down but still hadn't stopped yet.

Mirios face grew concerned, he stood up the best he could and hobbled over to you. Resching his hands out he pulled you into his chest. Your heart breaking all over again as you sobbed into his chest, Mirio tightening his arms around you. Aizawa simply nodded and left, shutting the door behind him.

"It'll be alright, (Y/N). We'll be okay, I promise," Mirio whispered in your ear, your sobs into his chest becoming quiet as he soothed you. "Sir Njghteye deserved so much more," you whimpered out, looking up at Mirio with glossy eyes that pulled at his heart strings. "I know, but we'll get better from here on out," he smiled, his voice soft instead of its usual loud and booming self. "Why are you holding it in Mirio?" You questioned, seeing right through his facade as he tensed. "I've cried my tears, you can let yours out with me it's alright," he promised, yet you could see the guilt, remorse, hurt and pain swirling inside.

You guided him over to the bed, sitting down with him as you took his hands into yours. "You may have cried but that doesn't mean you healed that quick, Mirio," you softly spoke, hand reaching up to graze his cheek softly and cup it. He could only watch mesmerized by your beauty as the morning sun beamed through the window, giving you an even more Homely glow than before. "You can fool them Mirio, but not me,"

His eyes suddenly had a pressure upon them and he couldn't help but clench his fists and eyes in anger and distrsught as he yelled out suddenly in a sob. The grief of not being strong enough to save Sir hitting him at once. The pain of knowing he lost his quirk surrounding his body, becoming heavy. The sudden empty feeling of knowing all those years were sudden lost in a sea and he was drowning.

Your hand caught him by surprise as he looked up, your smile soft and glowing, yet also full of sadness. "Don't hold it up inside. We can face it together," You spoke, his body suddenly tackling you down onto the bed as you gasped, cheeks a soft pink. As he shook, quiet tears pouring down his face he whimpered to you, "(Y/N)..Thank you...Thank you for letting me show my true feelings with you,"

You smiled, hands running through his hair. A soft kiss was placed upon his forehead as he looked up shocked, yet you could only giggle at his pink face. "I know it's not the time, but maybe in a while you'll let me voice my true self too?" You questioned, knowing that the boy healing could maybe have something to be the light at the end of his tunnel. His smile, warm and Homey filled the room again, this time authentic through and through. "Only if you let me voice mine too,"

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Okay sooo. What did yall think? Yes, no? Maybe so? It's been years since I've written anything to please be nice with the critiques 😭🥰 Also can I just say that Mirio is Daddy-O? Like oh my gooddnneesssssss. Also Antheia is Greek for Flower or Blossom so that was your hero name.

[violetsdicaprio]

hey! i enjoy your writing and i want to request a john fic because i miss him so much. before the war, the reader feels bad (idk why, maybe she had an argument with her family?) and john notices that and tries to cheer her up? lots of fluff, i really need that kind of thing in my life now. i hope you'll like the idea, have a good day/night 💛

Console

Flooded by booze and cigarettes, she sat alone. The rustic booth at The Garrison was her usual gathering point, but no one was there today... Potentially because it was 2 in the afternoon and the only other appearance was those that slept in the harsh streets of Small Heath.

The Garrison was like her second home, she was commonly there if she wasn’t at her best friend house, Gretta Jurossi. For the first time in a week she reluctantly showed her face. A quick embrace from her mother soon turned frantic, as her father and older brother barged her into a fit of rage.

-2 hours earlier-

“I don’t get what you see in that family!” Her father stated firmly, he was figure of authority and well regarded. The fact his daughter mingled with those in the lower classes disgusted him. “Nothing but lowlife criminals.”

“Father, with all r-” Martha tried to politely address this situation but he was so stubborn.

“I don’t think you give me much choice. You’re with us or them.” The cruel man suddenly interrupted. “Think about the life ahead of you, what you could have with Charles.” The mention of Charles sent shivers that corrupted her smooth skin as the hairs began to raise. Charles was an aristocrat; snobbish and disrespectful. Misogynistic and all round vile. This man was almost triple her age, he never took care of himself; dripping in sweat and poor health. His pig like features horrified many women but with his power he married a new 20 year old every 5 years; well that’s what it seemed.

“I told you father I refuse to marry him. He’s vile and cruel and overall pathetic.” She raised from the petit sofa she once sat at, standing face to face with her father. An admirable move for such a “spoiled girl” as the men stated.

“You do as I say. In fact I will call Charles to arrange the marriage.” He finished and her faced dropped. Turning to see her poor mother cowering in the corner with a look of disappointment. It was never a life she wanted for herself never mind her daughter, before she could escape she was sucked into the viscous cycle.

“Mother! How could you allow this.” She challenged, as tiny droplets pricked at her eyes threatening to ruin the blackened lower lashes...

“Y/n...” she heard her brother, George try to calm her. Snapping her attention she marched towards him, one finger beginning to point his way, a storm brewing in her.

“Don’t you even dare! You promised me, George.” She watched as the pain flooded into his eyes, starting to crumble beneath his younger sister. “You promised this would never happen.” Her voice broke into a whisper as the pools in her eyes brimmed and streamed down her face like waterfalls. This broke his heart and she knew it. Out of everyone she always thought he’d protect her. In a split second he broke contact and stared at the floor.

“It’s for the greater good of the business.” He mumbled not wanting to look back. That’s when reality settled in, she was so used to the family atmosphere of the Shelbys and the Jurossi’s that she forgot how vicious her own where.

“I see.” She bowed her head and swiftly climbed the grand staircase. Slamming her large timber door, she could hear the myriad of shouts blaring below her. From her bed to her wardrobe to her vanity and back, she bundled multiple items into a small black leather case. She didn’t have a plan but she had to leave...

Her first option was to find Gretta, and if that failed she’d go look for the Shelbys. In particularly, Polly or Emily -their mother- as she was very close with them. Often looking after Polly’s children while she had some fun.

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Neither of them where in, how typically. So she sauntered over to the Garrison, to be greeted by her good friend Harry and the other; deathly silence. That’s how she ended up drowning her sorrows in anything alcoholic.

Soon enough herds of men started to pack in, after their long shifts had ended. Then the mumbles began, most outstanded by her bravery to enter this place alone... Martha didn’t care though as they began heading out, trying to get their hands on some extra money.

Alone. Again.

“What’s with the long face, love.” A familiar voice rang through her ears and as she slowly looked up with her large sad orbs, all red and puffy, she never thought she be glad to see John Shelby stood a few inches away from the booth she sat at. She flashed him a slight smile before dumping the case on the table. Not daring to look back, he slid into the booth next to her as she stared at the drink in front of her.

“Running away? I’m sure a middle class girl like you will be back in a day.” He smirked at her as she rolled her eyes, a smile creeping up on her lips.

“It’s not like that...” she huffed, finally finding the courage to look him in the eyes.

“Then what, love.” He replied lighting his cigarette.

“Trying to marry me off to a snobby aristocrat almost three times older than me...” she began, John humming in response. Knowing all too well what her fathers intentions were, he refused to imagine her with another man yet he never spoke of his feelings... “and.” She paused looking down at her hands, “he tried to scorn me from seeing the only true family I have.”

There was a pause, silence. He moved his hand and softly pulled up her chin. “Look at me, love.” He spoke, and soon he caught her eye. “You got us, ey. Nothin’ more you need. Come on, Polly’ll make up a bed for ye, love.” He spoke, sticking his arm out for her to take.

This caused a beautiful white smile to appear, one that always melted any man’s heart.

“When did you become a gentlemen, Shelby?” She teases with a small giggle.

A/n: ahh! Finally finished it- I hope you like it, it’s something knew. If you do like it I may turn this into a series as it has potential!

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Chapter 14

Words: 3k

Warnings: None

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Haneul was curled up on the couch, her eyes closed as she recalled her time at the Kim Estate in the morning. She had a good time getting to know Sehun's friends, but she still felt lonely, her grip on the couch cushion growing tighter. Vivi was seated in front of her, his eyes on her and whimpering slightly. He could sense how sad she felt, leaping onto the couch and curling up beside her, brushing his tongue along her cheek sweetly.

She opened her eyes, meeting the Bichon's concerned eyes and stroking the white curls of his coat. "I'm okay, boy... just resting..." She knew it was a lie, but she didn't want him or Sehun knowing she was sad.

"Neullie?" Sehun's voice came from the doorway of his study. He had caught her talking to Vivi, making his way toward the living room, where she got into a seated position. "Do you need anything? Food, water?"

She shook her head, remaining silent. Vivi jumped off of the couch so his master could take a seat beside her.

"I meant it when I said everything in this apartment is yours just as much as it is mine," he said. "that also means you can depend on me. If you need anything, let me know. I want you to feel at home."

"Thank you," she bowed her head for a moment. "I'm alright though... really."

"How about we go out?" He suggested, and she tilted her head slightly in confusion.

"Didn't we go out a few hours ago?"

"I want you to meet someone," Sehun stood from the couch, walking toward the coat rack to grab his trench coat. "Come, we'll have a good time, and I want to get some bubble tea."

Bubble tea? She thought with furrowed brows. She found it rather peculiar that a man like him would like such a drink but then again, he had a fluffy dog that looked like a cloud for a pet.

"Vivi's leash is in that basket," he gestured, pulling her out of her thoughts, and she gave another nod, standing from the couch and grabbing the dog's leash, and while she was at it, she went to her room to grab her coat, securing the leash onto the Bichon's collar, ready to leave the apartment.

Sehun took his keys but instead of taking the car, he decided they would walk. "I promise, you'll like her. She's like an older sister to me. She's a little rough around the edges but she'll take care of you too." He opened the door and allowed her and Vivi to step out, still keeping her silence. Haneul began to wonder if this woman was involved in the same work as him. Either way, she wouldn't let her guard down, at least not until she was completely comfortable around Sehun and his friends.

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Haneul held onto Vivi's leash as she walked through the city, and Sehun was just a step ahead of her, his hands tucked into the pockets of his trench coat, wearing a handsome smile on his face.

"Where exactly does your friend live?" She asked and he looked over his shoulder, his eyes turning into crescents.

"She owns a book shop which I frequent often. It's just up ahead," he spoke. "And don't worry about her strict expression. She's actually very sweet once you get to know her."

Vivi walked ahead, his tongue out of his mouth when he spotted the shiny brown door of the book shop. The display case revealed many of the latest books that had been put in stock and the sign hung just above the entrance, reading The Revé.

Sehun opened the door, the bell above jingling when he allowed the brunette and his dog to step inside. Haneul could smell dry parchment in the air mixed with red velvet ice cream cake, and rose perfume, the shelves stacked with books as well as the counter.

"Noona!" Sehun called out. "Noona, are you here?"

"Well well," a beautiful voice cane from behind one of the shelves. "This is a surprise, Sehun-ssi. Crawling out of your hidey-hole and actually coming to see me! What's the occasion?"

"You know why," he rolled his eyes playfully. "I want you to meet someone. You know you're just as ruthless as I am, being the Matriarch of your syndicate."

"The word being Matriarch," she put emphasis on the title. "You're Junmyeon's little hitman. There's a difference." She stepped away from the shelf, revealing herself to them—a strikingly beautiful woman with pale skin, long black hair, and a thin, petite physique, her eyes brown and her expression cold and hard. Her lips were painted a rose red, which matched the fitted dress that hugged her frame in all the right places, white heels on her feet.

"Omo..." Haneul mumbled as she took in the older woman's features.

"Neullie, I'd like to meet Bae Joohyun, the Matriarch of the Red Velvet Syndicate," Sehun introduced her to the woman. "Noona, this is Cho Haneul. She's under my protection."

"Sehun, what did I say? It's Irene," She scolded gently, turning her brown gaze toward the girl, which softened immensely, a smile creeping onto her face, and he struck expression had disappeared. "Oh my... What a beautiful doll she is! How on God's green earth did you find her?" She questioned the raven-haired male, wearing her stern expression once again. "Did you do something shady?!"

"Aniya!" He shook his head vigorously, his eyes widening slightly. "One of Wonbin's men put his hands on her and I stopped him before he could—"

"What, so you can put your hands on her too?!" She grunted, and Haneul chuckled sheepishly at their banter, gripping Vivi's leash tighter. "Tell me, did he try anything on you?!" Irene faced her abruptly, concern etched on her face. "Did he touch you inappropriately? Ask you for something?"

"N-No," The girl answered, smiling awkwardly.

"See?! She said no!" Sehun exclaimed with exasperation. "Aish, jinjjah! Noona, what do you take me for?!"

"All he did was ask me to live with him," Haneul explained. "He said his apartment is just as much mine as it is his." Sehun flinched at her words, and he wasn't looking forward to what was coming next.

"Is that so?" Irene smiled sweetly before spinning around and punching the hitman in his gut, knocking the air out of him until he stumbled into the other room, falling onto his knees and coughing for air. "What were ya thinkin', ya pervy bastard! Get outta here! Take a hike!" She yelled in Daegu Satoori, grabbing the door and slamming it shut, leaving him in the adjacent room.

Haneul could hear him groaning with pain, now knowing what he meant about Irene being rough around the edges. She was a tough person, and their relationship was definitely like that of siblings. She wondered if she treated all of the boys in EXO the same way.

"That boy can't think straight sometimes," she huffed, returning to the Seoul dialect, stepping away from the door. "How about some red velvet ice cream cake? I made a new batch today and I certainly can't eat all of it since my girls are out on an assignment. You'll have to finish it with me."

"A-Alright," the brunette said. "Thank you, Irene-ssi..."

"Please, call me Unnie," she gestured for her to follow, speaking cutely toward the white dog beside Haneul. "And Vivi-ssi! I have some treats for you!"

"Is it okay to leave Sehun like that?" Haneul asked.

"It's fine," Irene waved a hand with a laugh, leading her deeper into the store. "I always punch him like that. It does him more good than harm, actually." They entered the kitchen, which was colored white with a wooden table covered by a cherry print table cloth. While Irene gathered treats for Vivi and cut up two slices of ice cream cake, Haneul took a seat, looking around the quaint room with the sunlight shining through. On the walls were several pictured of Irene and four younger women. She had to guess that they were the girls she was referring to a moment ago. 

She's like Junmyeon, she thought, still looking around before taking off Vivi's leash to let him walk freely. She's supposed to be a stone-cold leader of a crime syndicate but... she is so normal...

"Here you go," Irene put the plate of ice cream cake in front of her, taking her seat across from the brunette with her own slice and smiling fondly, and Vivi dug into his meal in the corner of the room. "I meant it back there when I said you're beautiful. I've never seen such pretty brown eyes and silky hair. I can see why Sehun has taken a liking to you."

Haneul made a confused sound, her cheeks flaring before she waved her hands in front of her. "Oh, it's not like that at all!" She protested. "He told me about my past, and how I'm the sole survivor of the Cho Clan... and then there's the fact that there are people out to kill me, and those same people were the reason for my Halmeoni's death... he's just protecting me..."

"You sure it's not some scenario where the monstrous softie falls for the beauty?" the older woman teased, giggling uncontrollably before continuing. "I'm okay joking, but you never know what can happen. Things haven't been the easiest for Sehun ever since he became a part of Junmyeon's family."

She stared at the woman, perplexed, but she didn't have to say anything to hear more.

"Sehun was orphaned at a young age. He was taken to the children's home and he wasn't treated well. Then, Junmyeon's father came and adopted him. Ever since then, Sehun had been a part of the EXO syndicate without realizing it," the older woman leaned back in her chair. "It wasn't until he was in middle school that he found out. He would learn to shoot a gun for the first time at that point. Mr. Kim wanted to groom him into the most ruthless hitman in the underworld, and he succeeded. Everywhere the Kim family went, the people had their eyes on the tall, cold man, and he never hesitated to pull the trigger. Sehun's life had always been darkness, but this time, it was like there was no escape."

"I see," Haneul looked down, frowning.

"But now, he has you," Irene pointed out. "I think you're just what he needs to restore that vibrancy he once had. Even now when you two walked in, I saw that eye smile of his, and I haven't seen it in years. The boy has been lonely and he could use a friend right now. All those people he killed and the women he's slept with--they couldn't do a damn thing to take away the darkness in his heart. So you stay close to him, alright? Can you promise me, Haneul?"

She was beginning to understand why he was so desperate to make her stay when her friends dragged her out of his home. He may have had his brothers and she knew there had to be many women he was with in the past, but he was still lonely--living in that apartment with just a dog for company. Haneul began to think she wasn't being considerate of his feelings. She was so caught up in her loneliness and missing her friends when really, Sehun had been alone ever since he was a child. Losing the one family she had left and her life turning upside down didn't compare to what Sehun had been through. 

She could feel the guilt seeping into her heart, lifting her head and giving Irene a nod, "I promise."

When this was over, Haneul would apologize to him. I won't ask to see my friends, I won't ask to leave, and I won't ask for anything else... I don't have the right...

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"What do you mean she stayed behind?" Hoseok questioned, looking between Jungkook, Bella, and Taehyung. "You're telling me that, out of her own free will, she stayed with him?"

"That's exactly what she did," Jungkook nodded toward the older male. "Neullie said something about not wanting to be the reason why we get hurt."

"Which makes no sense," Taehyung spoke with anger in his tone. "That hitman must have manipulated her into thinking she'll put us in danger! He's preying on her mind because she's still grieving!"

"Okay, but," Yoongi spoke up, seated on the couch and looking toward his friends. "What if he has a point? And this is Neullie we're talking about. She wouldn't make a stupid decision."

"Yah! You can't believe the words of a criminal!" Jin exclaimed, emphasizing with the motion of his arm. "And she is grieving, you know! People always make bad decisions when they're sad!"

"I agree with Yoongi hyung," Namjoon raised a hand. "I don't think she made the wrong decision."

"Namjoon!" Bella protested. "For all we know, he could have taken her somewhere far away and locked her up!"

"But he did help her when that guy attacked her, did he?" Jimin debated. "I don't know much about the EXO Syndicate and how dangerous they are but we have to trust Neullie. She decided to stay to protect us and she's smart. She would have detected some sort of danger right away. Halmeoni taught her to trust her instincts."

"Aish," Taehyung cursed, running his hands through his hair in frustration. He didn't like seeing his friends or his family in danger. The thought of them getting hurt made him uneasy and a man who had the potential for putting Haneul in harm's way was out there, keeping her away from them. "We're getting her back no matter what and we're leaving this hellhole of a city--somewhere where he won't tracking us or her down."

"We can't just leave!" Jimin told him. "We have The Magic Shop to look after!"

"I know," the younger male began. "and trust me, I've stayed here just as long as you have and this has been our home for God knows how many years... but I've reached my limit."

"What do you propose we do then?" Bella wondered, facing her lover.

It was best to start from scratch--start a brand new life away from the violence Seoul was known for. Taehyung didn't hesitate to answer. "We move to Busan."

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The café was warm and cozy, the scent of milk, cinnamon, and chocolate permeating the air, accompanied by the chatter of people and soft pop music in the background. The wooden tables were flawless, leaving off a thin sheen from the gold lights after the handsome waiter ran a damp cloth over each surface. Haneul was seated across from Sehun, a cappuccino in front of her with a "heart" latte art, and Vivi was seated by her feet. Sehun had bought himself chocolate bubble tea, and he was currently scrolling through his phone.

"Aish... you know that hurt, right?" He said to her. "What Noona did to me, I mean..."

"You kind of deserved it," Haneul spoke softly.

"Ah, not you too," he pouted, looking up from his phone and at her now. "Don't tell me she's made you rough around the edges too!"

"She just gave me ice cream cake," she shrugged, smiling innocently.

"No wonder you agree with her," Sehun leaned back and sunk in his chair, putting his phone down. "Anyway, you haven't your coffee. You don't like it?"

"I'm just waiting until it cools down a bit," Haneul replied, her hands in her lap and her eyes on the table before continuing, "Um... Sehun...?"

"Yeah?" He inquired, smiling at her now. It still made him sad that she was still so closed off from him. He could tell how tense she was, but he knew she was trying. The way her hair fell around her, the slight movement of her arms indicating she was turning her hands in her lap. He wanted to reach out and tuck her hair behind her ears, hold her hands--anything to ease her. "What is it, Neullie?"

"I'm sorry," she apologized, her eyes closing her and shoulders dropping, her expression helpless. "Irene unnie told me you've been having a hard time. I should have been more considerate of your feelings instead of saying terrible things to you... I wasn't being fair to you when all you want is to protect me."

Sehun mulled over her words, chuckling softly and leaning forward, tilting his head to the side, "You don't have to apologize. I'm the one who scared you. Maybe I did deserve that punch because now that I think about it, I was following you around, which is a bit stalkerish..."

"But Junmyeon told you to," she protested. "It wasn't like you had bad intentions."

"Maybe not, but nothing can properly explain why the hitman of EXO suddenly appeared to kill someone before he could touch you," he pointed out. "There's nothing to apologize for. All I ask is that you stay safe," he looked down for a moment in contemplation before adding. "and I'll even let you see your friends and work at The Magic Shop. All you had to do was ask. I'm not going to keep you locked away in that apartment. I know firsthand what it feels like to be lonely."

She was taken aback, opening her eyes to meet his, her lips parted slightly. The guilt was beginning to seep in, shame stirring in the pit of her stomach, and Haneul closed her mouth, tears stinging at her waterline. She sniffled, looking down again and doing everything in her power to stop her tears, but it was all in vain. She broke into silent sobs and began to wipe away at her tears. He's so nice to me and I judged him too quickly... I'm so pathetic.

Sehun watched her with surprise. clearing his throat and pulling out a handkerchief from his slacks. He extended his hand, offering it to her, "Gwenchana... please don't feel bad," he spoke like he had read her thoughts. "You've been through a lot and you've shed a lot of tears too... it's only normal that you won't trust someone after everything you've been through..."

She pulled her hand away from her face, accepting the handkerchief with a bow of gratitude and cleaning up her face, "Gomawo... I feel like an idiot...

"You're not," he assured her. "Please don't cry. You're prettier when you smile."

[writersperpetualblock]

S/O reacts to their heroes turning into villains. Pt I

You either die a hero, or live long enough to watch yourself become the villain.

Pt2 !

Warnings: Foul language, death, slightly nsfw ones are marked with "**".

He hovered above you, making your heart beat in all directions. His clothes were all black, and he wore some sort of mask that only covered his hair line and down to his jaw.

"You're scared of me."

"Shinsou baby please. You are so much more than this."

"Your tears won't change my mind. Everybody knew it, it was just a matter of time before I realized it too. I'm not cut out to be a hero." With a finger he wipes your cheeks.

"You are not a villain, this isn't right. You want to help people, not hurt them. I know that."

"Oh but you're wrong, hurting them is so much more fun. For the first time ever, I feel alive!"

A finger dragged up from your stomach to your collarbone. He dug there with a razor blade, drawing out blood. Earning a scream from you.

"I want you to be with me. You said you'd support me no matter what, remember?"

His eyes weren't in yours anymore, but in the place where he was inflicting pain.

"No, not like this." you swallowed hard "I would rather die."

He frowned, sending shiver down your spine. His finger kept going up, until it reached the side of your neck.

"That won't be a problem either, angel."

"Y/N-chan" he spoke in a sweet tone and took your hand "Why don't you see? Nobody can hurt me this way."

A sob escaped your lips. "Izuku... what happened to you?" Your hands go to his face.

Covered in blood. His face was covered in blood.

"No no, not Izuku. It's Deku now."

"Did Kachaan did this?" you sob, "I will kill him."

"He was right after all, I couldn't be a hero. Not without a quirk."

You started to become dizzy, and Izuku held you, dropping you gently on your knees and he got to your level.

"So I recurred to other ways, my good friend Tomura showed me. You're going to love him."

He held you lovingly, and you were trying hard to stay conscious. What had happened to your sweet Izuku?

"What did you do?" you whisper.

"What I had to, for them to respect me."

"What? Izuku I don't understand anything. This isn't you." He held you like a baby now, pressing you agaisnt his chest.

"It's alright sweetheart, you'll see. Now sleep, I'll take good care of you. I promise, I'm better than ever."

"Let go of this one ... she's mine."

That voice, it couldn't be. The villain let go of your neck, having you fall to the floor, coughing for air.

"What a brute, look at how he treats my girl." He crouches down and cups your face.

"You're nothing to me." you snarl, pulling your face away.

"That is a lie, your heart belongs to me."

"That changed when you turned into.... this" your voice threatens to break, but you won't let it.

This was the first time you'd ever seen him, like this. You had been avoiding all of the news, not wanting to face the truth. But here he was, real as ever.

You looked him in the eye, this wasn't the man you loved. He got close to your face, and all you felt was cold.

"I'll give you one chance, join me, I'll give you everything you could ever want."

Your lip quivered.

"I'm sorry, I should've helped Shouto" you face the ground and a sob shakes your entire frame.

"Don't be stupid." his voice is harsh "There was no helping me. This, is the only way to get back at him, for everything he put me through." he spoke through grutted teeth.

You cried harder.

"I guess I only thought you how to make girls cry."

You looked up at Shouto, his face frozen somewhere between fear, shock and betrayal. His eyes pierced through you and he grabbed your neck lifting you from the floor, slowly freezing the delicate skin.

He turned to meet his fathers gaze.

"Let go of the girl Todoroki."

"Or what? You'll beat me up? I'll freeze her neck off if you don't back off."

"You love her too much."

He pressed harder and you gagged, he left you with no choice.

"I'm sorry Shouto" you spoke in a raspy voice, he looked at you for a second and that was all it took to end him.

You cried out loud as the metal pierced through his chest, both of your bodies hitting the floor instantly. Empty eyes stared at you, there was blood everywhere.

He was dead, and so was your heart.

**

He turned around, as though he had been waiting for you.

"You're always one step ahead of the others aren't you." he asks.

"So I was right." you wished he would say no, you wished you were wrong. But there was no denying it.

Aizawa was the traitor.

"You weren't a part of my plan." he admits.

"You used me."

"No. That was real, all of it... I need you" his eyes inspected yours "You can be very helpful to us."

"Those kids were your responsability, they trusted you."

"Are you upset?" He walks closer, and despite your every instinct telling you to walk away you don't.

"Ofcourse I'm upset! They're going to be so hurt."

"Do you really care?..." he caresses your arm.

"Why did you do it? You're a hero Shouta."

He shrugs "It wasn't enough."

In a stupid attempt you try to use your quirk on him, but he just grabs your arms and turns you around. He pins your back agaisnt his chest tightly and leans on your ear.

"I know you want more too, dont deny it Y/N. You crave action, you want blood."

You clench your teeth and try to break free from his hold. Unsuccessfully. "Not the blood of inocents."

"Mmm I see, you think you're so high and migthy don't you?" his lips caress the skin of your ear and you sigh, unable to help it. Aizawa made you feel things, things you had never felt before.

"Fuck you."

"I hate to break it to you beautiful but you're not, you've killed, you've broken families. You're just as doomed as I am."

"Keep telling yourself that."

"Why do you resist so much? It was you who told me you were bored of living such a simple life."

"Well becoming a villain isn't exactly on my bucket list."

"Admit it, you're intrigued."

You chuckle ironically "What makes you think that?"

"You could've broken out of this hold two minutes ago yet here you are, still in my arms."

You throw your weight backwards, hitting him with your head and spin around once you're loose from his hold. The roof was probably not the best place to fight Aizawa, but you didn't really have a choice.

"You won't make me question my morals Shouta."

He has a hand on his chin, but his eyes are still on you.

"Oh, I think I already did."

You push him with your quirk (Invisible force) and pin him against the door. He quickly erases it but you take a jump on him and kick his face, knocking him to the ground.

Again you use your quirk to keep him on the floor, and walk towards him.

"I didn't want to hurt you, but I have to turn you in."

But before you get a chance he's erased your quirk again and he stands up too quickly. Pushing you against the edge of the building and pulling on your hair so as to have half of your body in the air. You scratch his arms, looking for something to hold on to, put he pulls harder.

You scream in fear, thinking he's going to throw you off and your eyes shut thightly.

There's silence, and the breeze hits you. Cold enough to make you shiver.

You're prepared for him to let you go, you're ready to fall into your death. All because you had discovered him.

But instead, Aizawa places himself between your legs and kisses you ferociously. Pulling you up bit by bit.

You hold on to his neck, securing your safety before returning the kiss. And when you finally pull away, he rests his forehead on yours.

"I would never hurt you." "I'm going with you."

You both say at the same time. Aizawa opens his eyes to find you staring back at him. And a smile creeps on his face before kissing you again.