#and they just hush it up and spread the lie that there's no other life out there so people don't try to leave?

[fuckyou-saidtheraven]

*rattles the bars of my cage*

hey mechs tumblr?

what the FUCK do you mean the angel drank bottles of dionysian wine?

[lab1rynth]

YAN!CRIMINAL

Yan!Criminal who you met when you started your job as a prison guard, he had been on death row for gods know what and you, along with two others, were tasked with guarding him. He was considered the word criminal in that prison at that point in time and honestly, it frightened you.

Yan!Criminal who would talk to you behind his cell every time you were stood in front, he would ask you all kinds of questions, where you were from, why you took the position. He honestly acted quite polite towards those who were around him, it made you think why exactly he was there.

Yan!Criminal who's deep Russian accent sends shivered down your spine every time he speaks to you. You never really responded, but that started to change the more you got to know him through his rambling to himself. You both would talk for hours, he would even come up and rest against the bars as he spoke to you.

Yan!Criminal who starts asking for you instead of other guards, who's smile widens every time he hears about you, who see's you in his dreams. He knew he was going to be killed soon, but he couldn't help but think about a domestic life with you.

Yan!Criminal who starts getting flirtatious with you, making your face beat red every time you get off shift. You start telling your co-workers about him, silently getting side-eyed by everyone you tell about him. Soon it spreads around like the plague that you may have a crush on him. Eventually getting you fired from your job.

Yan!Criminal who stops talking after being notified that you were fired, he stays in the back of his cell and doesn't eat or sleep until the time comes where he's finally going to be put to death.

Yan!Criminal who you hear about on the news, talking about how the day he was supposed to be killed, he went missing from his cell, and a state-wide search commenced. You, obviously, were worried, but there wasn't much you could do about it other than stay inside and hope nothing happens to you.

Yan!Criminal who, that morning, you find standing at the edge of your bed, watching you with a smile. You scream out, making him lunge at you and place his hand over your mouth, hushing you. He explains that he found you through your documents and he just couldn't die knowing he didn't have a chance with you.

Yan!Criminal who decides to stay hidden in your house, he slept on the floor in the living room, though you had caught him watching you sleep multiple times.

Yan!Criminal who decides to start cooking and cleaning for you, who let's you complain to him about your day and about people you don't like. He feigns shock when you tell him the next day that they went missing as he cooks up some 'pork' for tacos!

Yan!Criminal who has been feeding you a lot of pork based foods recently, when asked why, he just tells you he really misses eating it since they didn't serve any pork at the prison, and obvious lie.

Yan!Criminal who takes care of you whenever he can, giving you hugs, cleaning for you, listening to you rant, giving you gifts, whatever you ask of him, he'll do as long as he gets affection in return.

Yan!Criminal who doesn't care about you loving him back, he knows you will eventually will. Right now all he can do is wait and help you get through your days and figure out your love for him, theres no rush!

[cvlutos]

"DELIVER" Pt.One

✦ | 03.27.23 |

✦ | TWST!VARIOUS X GN!READER | TWST: MAFIA AU

✦ | Violence | Sexual Themes | Smoking | Murder | Gore(?) | Blood | Tread carefully, my love.

✦ | Synopsis: | You deliver letters all across the eight districts and Ramshackles. A quite fulfilling job, until one day you and your neighbor have a horrible mix up. He's involved in something he shouldn't be and you just happened to be the last person he talked too.

[OVERVIEW]

Mafias are no joke.

They're dangerous. Violent. Some more than others. Yet it has been covered in gold, glamorized til the point of no return. Yet it isn't senseless murder, but only a few words can deem any murder from senseless to meaningful. It's best to not interact with them at all, it's best to simply know they exist and avoid them. Unless you desire end with them, or below.

Splattered drops of rain beat down on his form, shoes slippery as he turned down alleyways, shoulders and body slamming into the stone walk, nearly falling over himself to run away. His sight blinded by his wet hair, and clothes stained in dirty and blood.

He's been deemed a thief.

He can hear the loud shouts of orders from behind, the barking of dogs, and heavy footsteps that didn't stop and falter in the rain, an unmoving force that was moving faster than the boy. He continues twisted and turning, praying to any god, that he survives, he has to survive, the people have to know. They must. He stumbles out into the empty street, hands frantically wiping at his face, gasping and spitting out water, a moment to slow.

The sound of a gun rings out, ripping through the flesh of the boy, his body within moments topping over from the sheer-velocity and force, feeling the bullet rip through skin and rest painfully within his back. He blinks the tears from his eyes, as his body lands face first into the cobble stone ground.

Lifeless.

Those chasing him slow, staring the dead body be continuously beat down by the rain, and the rolling crackle of thunder, there's a hushed spread of commands, 'Grab the body. We'll show the Boss.' Voice is blank, as if almost grieving at the unnecessary loss of human life, before turning to his partner- his "friend", who easily tucked the gun away. A shark-like smile spread across his lips.

"He was wanted dead—Now he's dead." He merely shrugs, while the man with a spade symbol upon his face scowls.

"He was wanted alive. You went against the rules." The merman merely shrugs once again, making a 'blah' sound at the mention of the Queendom's rules.

A senseless murder to one, meaningful murder to another.

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Death Certificate letters are the worse letters to ever have to deliver.

The road bumpy beneath your bike wheels, your leather satchel within your metal basket. You offer smiles to those you pass, those who worked in the gardens, picking and planting fresh vegetables and fruits, a group of older women and young girls, that always offer a wave and without outfail a dinner invitation, always adding 'the more the merrier' and there right, it's fun to not eat alone.

You ride your bike over twisted and bends, passing a small library where the owner watered his windowsill flowers, waving at you, and you wave back with a small smile. He's an old man, wrinkly and gray, with a single wooden leg, some say he got it during a fight with the Octavinelle Mafia, though most the others think he's lying, but a good lie never hurt no one.

The Ramschackles are diverse and lively midday, pressing on the breaks as a young man and his children blocked the road, letting his cattle walk through, leading the towards the pasture on the other side. He greets you, asking about your day, as his son climbs the old fencing shouting for the cows to go faster, and his daughter begs to ride the cows, pulling on the pants of his father. You remember the birth of the twins, nearly 6 years ago. You can't help but smile, giving each kid a piece of candy which you got from visiting Heartslabyul, which the father silently mouths a 'thank you', his wife had died in the last fall.

Once the last cow passed, your sped off, familiar with every bump and lump, though all the large rocks having been removed by a group of men, promising to make the road safer for you, and they did. Even covering up the major holes with dirt to make it even. Even amongst the mass of houses and homes, you can see the house that the certified was for, Ms. Louis, a widower, and now, a mother without her son.

Turning a sharp curve and halting in front of her home, kicking down your kickstand and climbing off your bike, yanking you satchel from the basket and fixing down your hair and clothes as you walked up the narrow stops, skipping the creaky board, as your rummaged through your bag. Before you can even knock, the door swings open, just as you grab the envelope.

"[Name], you're here." She speaks with a soft inhale, as if she ran from her kitchen to answer, she has deep eye bags, and her black hair is messy and undone. She attempts to smile, but you can tell by the shakiness of her hands, she's panicking—scared.

You pass her the envelope, yet you can't speak, far too afraid that your voice would crack, and you'd witness this woman all five stages of grief before she could open the yellow envelope. She doesn't wait til your leave, ripping off the edge immediately, you can see her green eyes begin to water, she already knows what awaits her. She tosses the packaging aside, hands running over the thick cardboard paper, fingers tracing the words of her son. She breaks down in sobs, and you hold her, feeling her frail form lean against you, arms wrapped around your shoulder, as she cries and speaks in broken sobs.

"H-he's dead! They-They kill-killed him!" She hiccups, voice cracking, you can feel her already broken heart shattering. Her crying gains the attention of others, some already sure of the fate that her son befell the moment he left the safety of the Ramschackles. Others asking to look at the certificate, as your pull away, watching them read over the piece of paper.

"Bullshit! That boy was no thief!" A neighbor, he shots angrily, holding the paper firm in his hand, as he points to Ms. Louis. "He ain't no thief!" His wife pats his arm, wiping the tears from her eyes, shaking her head at her husband's outburst. "He ain't mean it, Liz. He just hurtin""

"I know. I know." Liz let's put an exasperated laugh, shaking her head as she wipes her tears, walking down the steps and taking the paper back. "I know my Tommy was doing good," she lets out a shaky sigh, before turning back to you, "he always does good. Forgive me, it's been long since I've cried so hard. I know my boy wouldn't want be sobbin' over him like that."

"It's good to cry." You respond with a smile.

"They'r right. Tears ain't hurt nobody.” The husband speaks with a firm headnod, wagging his finger as Liz merely laughs making her way the steps to her house.

"Im in the process of finishin' that onion soup, with the chicken, if you wanna stay for lunch." The husband and wife immediately agree, the wife promising to get the newest loaf of bread to eat with it, as the husband made his way towards the house. Liz glances at you, hopefully. You feel bad, but pat your satchel.

"I got a few more letters, but save me a bite." You hop down the steps as she laughs, climbing back onto your bike and ringing the bell a few times, with a chuckle, before racing off.

The Ramschackles have always and will always be resilient.

"You had not the jurisdiction!"

Within a room of Crowley Hall, surrounding a table stands seven people. The Red-Rose Tyrant, The King of Beasts, The Deep-Sea Merchant, The Silly Sultan, The Fairest, King of the Underworld, and lastly The General. Tension is thick, palpable, you can almost taste it on yourself tongue.

Vil Schoenheit, The Fairest, was the first to speak, a clear scowl upon perfectly glossed lips, hair pulled back into a bun, clearly tired and annoyed. "Azul, we were supposed to agree,"

"And we did. Forgive me if Heartslabyul was too slow. Floyd is of course an uncontrollable force, and we wanted him dead, no?"

Azul Ashengrotto, The Merchant Of The Deep, has a faux pout, his voice drenched in fake concern, a heavy trench jacket hanging over his shoulders, eyes behind silver glasses beyond amused.

Riddle Rosehearts, The Red-rose Tyrant, stucks in a breath through his teeth, clearly angry, with the furrowing of his red brows. "You had no right. Under law, Floyd's head he be placed along my wall. Our suspect was not supposed to be killed."

"He was a thief. Isn't theft against your laws?" Leona Kingscholar, The King Of Beasts, stands directly infront of Riddle, still across the wide table, a deeply bored expression upon his face, yet his eyes seemed to glow in amusement.

"Exactly. I don't see why I'm such a target for such hate." Azul lets out a pitiful sigh, causing Riddle to slam his hands against the table, nearly knocking over various glasses, he glowers at the mafia boss of Octavinelle.

"If he fought back! You mercilessly killed him upon Heartslabyul soil! Do not deny it!"

"He had information, why give him a chance to live," Azul pushes up his glasses, a cruel grin spreading across his face, "unless you were working with him?"

Leona shakes his head, eyes fluttered close. "For shame."

"That wouldn't be a good look upon Heartslabyul either." Azul continues, before a clearing of a throat cuts him off.

Lilia Vanrouge, The General, the stand in for Diasomnia's Boss. "He had information. Information he shouldn't have. Information that resulted in his death. A shame it is..."

"It was senseless." Riddle crosses his arms, a scowl deep on his face still.

"But the information made it meaningful." Azul continues to keep his artificial smile, eyes on Lilia. The fae merely clears his throat, crossing his arms, a smile child-like grin on his face.

"We cannot go back in time to do differently. Our next step of action is to find if he could've possibly told another person. Any ideas Idia?"

Idia Shroud, The King Of The Underworld, his eyes dart across him screen before nodding. Using his fingers to spread out a image of the Ramschackles, showing the image of a tiny hovel with a rickety iron fence and old stone pathway.

"Hey, [Name]! This is absolute gold! I gotta tell ya!"

A young boy with blonde hair, and freckles walks beside you as your push your bike. He's holding a letter that you delivered to him simply moments ago. He waves it excitedly. He was a mafia fanatic, loved anything and everything about the place. To the point it had you concerned sometimes. The letter you had given him was from the Thomas Louis, or Tommy.

"Let me tell ya! If I get this to the news! Ooh Wee! Imagine! All that money." He punches the hair, and you shake your head.

"Don't go messin' with the Mafias."

"They aint gon' hurt no nobody like me." Henry has always been excitable, there's not a moment you haven't seen him without a smile that rivals the sun. "Well, I ain't gon' be a nobody for long." He voice quiets, but the smile is still there. Silence.

He opens his mouth to speak again, until a familiar chime of a bell and a holler of 'Henry' sounds loud and clear. "COMIN' MA!" He glances back at you with a grin. "Tomorrow. Imma tell you all about my big plan."

"I'm excited to hear about it." You watch him let out a happy laugh, before running off with a final wave. You spot your home in the distance, picking up your pace, as your place your bike against the metal fence.

Now, you love your home within the Ramshackle, your Lil hovel, and your small garden with your cat. You love it, truly you do. You love your neighbors, and you love the festivals that the Ramshackle holds. You love it all.

Your leather satchel hangs off your hip, filled to the brim with different letters and papers from your most recent trip. You just returned from Scarabia, having a good easy delivery for the old man that lives up the street, and after a long day, you're finally home.

You push past the old rickety iron gate, and up the stone pathway, eyes searching along for your familiar feline friend. He usually waits for you. Hopping the old creaky steps, until you stop right in front of a card. Perfectly placed with gold decor. 'For Ramschackle's Perfect. You're invited to Crowley Hall' written directly on the front. Ramshackle's Perfect was only a joke type name among the people that lived in, said Ramshackle.

Who else would call you that?

You pick up the letter, glancing around the porch, before slipping inside your home, and closing the door behind you. Crowley Hall, also known as the Grand Dinner Hall, a place where all important events took place, especially the meeting of all seven mafia leaders. Why would someone invite you with no other information?

You flip the card, there's nothing else. Your shoulders slump, you shouldn't go. Yet, you stare at the words once again. It could be important or lead to trouble for the other people of Ramshackle. Your eyes drift over to your clock. It was only 7 pm.

You had five hours.

You glance back at the thick fancy card. Five hours before 12. You feel a familiar purr, and glance down at your cat, Grim rubbing against your legs. Five hours, and well, as long as you're back before midnight. You'll be fine.

Right?

ⓒ 2023 cvlutos — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

[merbear25]

Easing his worries (Sanji x reader)

With such talk of the disowned child of the Vinsmoke family being spread, saying you’re anything less than intrigued would be a lie. He's finding it hard to come to terms with being forced into marriage. His heart is breaking at the thought of being betrothed to someone he does not know. You, however, help ease his heartache, even if it is for a moment.

A/n: I know Sanji would stay true to whomever he was with (arranged marriage or not), so this is just for fun. Also @escenariosinfumables I know I mentioned this idea to you weeks ago, but I remember you wanted to be tagged!

CW: NSFW! MDNI! gn!reader, spoilers for Whole Cake, angst, ooc, oral sex (male receiving)

With so much of your life having been devoted to serving the Vinsmokes, you’d unfortunately grown accustomed to their ruthlessness. No matter how devoted you were or how careful, there were times that you caught strays of their misplaced anger. There were times you sought out ways to distract yourself from reality, although such moments were scarcely found.

When talk of the black sheep of the family being dragged here spread among the help, your curiosity got the better of you. The other servants spoke in hushed voices behind closed doors about how he escaped his wretched family. Such theories of who he had become only flamed your own interest in him, leading you to be rather careless once Sanji came through those towering doors.

The wanted poster didn’t do him the slightest bit of justice; this man was far more attractive. Observing him from the sidelines, the resentment in the room was suffocating. With tensions running high, you were unable to look away. Rubbernecking at the eventual collision in personalities made you sloppy, spilling tea on the satin table cloth.

Being a temporary distraction from their berating, your lax behavior made you easy pickings. A cup was slingshot across the room, giving you no time to react and leaving you open to the full force of fine china shattering against your delicate face. Your breath was caught in your throat, as the cup stopped inches from your nose.

Despite your gratitude towards Sanji, the shock of events left you speechless. He pulled their attention back onto himself but not without suffering the consequences. Slinking back from the brutality that had been targeted towards you mere moments ago, an immense weight of guilt placed itself on your shoulders.

Knowing you were helpless to do anything, you could only watch this kind-hearted man take the full force of his family's malice. When they had their fill, they left him battered on the floor. As soon as they left, you went to him. Helping him stand up, he clenched at his torso which had been the main focal point of assault. Offering your aid to soothe his wounds, you led him to a room a few halls down in an attempt to find a shred of solitude.

With your tender care, he felt a rush of emotions flooding his torn soul and couldn’t help but let some of his heartache trickle out. The kindness and sympathy you held in your gaze felt like a warm embrace; he was in need of such compassion more than anything right now.

Voicing his fears that his future was being stripped away, you lent an understanding ear, allowing him to say as much as he needed in hopes of alleviating some of his stress.

“I hope I’m not speaking out of turn, but you deserve better—a better family and a better future.” Each word held affection, and as his hand gently found its way on top of yours, he graced you with a thankful smile.

Moments such as these were a rarity—a gem that hid amongst this lackluster world. You couldn’t deny the attraction you had towards him nor the pull of his gentlemanly charm. Lowering your gaze, you could feel a heat on your cheeks intensifying.

“We both deserve better,” his words were soft as he carefully tilted your head back towards him. His thumb rubbed your cheek, coercing you to lean into his display of affection.

Hesitating at first, as if to allow you ample time to deny him, he stole a kiss from you. The softness of his lips meeting yours brought on new waves of desire that you’d been deprived of. With you having been kneeling down to tend to his injuries, your hands were allowed access to his toned thighs.

As if on instinct, your hands caressed him, trailing up his thighs and lightly pressing your fingers into them while your tongues entwined. The heat you shared was burning with intensity, having you wanting more.

Running your fingers over his arousal, a sharp inhale sounded from him. When you unzipped his pants, seeing him at his full length further fanned the lust building within you. Peering up at him with your loving eyes, the reddened cheeks and biting of his lower lip only whetted your appetite.

“Such a kind soul should be treated with the utmost affection,” your words passed your lips, feeling hot on his exposed attraction and leaving him spellbound.

Swirling your tongue around his tip, you then tilted your head to coat the underside with your slick tongue, being sure to pucker your lips around his pulsating flesh.

He clung to the sides of the chair in a feeble attempt at restraining himself, but the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around him was making it impossible. While you filled your mouth with as much of him as you could, his hand found its way to the back of your head, feverishly gripping your hair. 

With the euphoric finish just within reach, he gently pushed your head down and thrusted into temptation. The slight force caused you to gag and grip his thighs more tightly, yet this only heightened his desperation for release.

His moans sounded throughout the room while he reached the peak of desire, pumping his pent up emotions into your intoxicating mouth. Coming down from his high, he wiped a strand of hair from your forehead. Seeing how breathtaking you were in the afterglow of this sinful deed made you all too endearing, enticing him to lean down and kiss your alluring lips. 

With a few moments to regain your composure, you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be successful at leading the life he was meant for. If he was, you hoped you’d have the chance to see him again. Leaving the room together, you knew it’d be for the best not to mention this to anyone. It’d be kept between the two of you and remain a secret within those four walls.

[kyber-kisses]

Hear My Voice

Captain Rex x Jedi!Reader

Summary: being trapped in an underground bunker with a deadly virus wasn’t how the reader wanted to spend her last moments. . . But here they were.

A/N: have another terrible piece of writing by me! I’m just up in my Rex feels and I’m gonna make it everyone’s problem.

Warnings: none.

“I’m disappointed.”

“General?”

Letting yourself fall back against the wall behind you, you slid to the floor, your legs kicked out in front of you.

“I always thought I would go out guns blazing atop a pile of battle droids not by some virus.” Looking up at the captain across fromyou you gave him a weak smile, though Rex only shook his head in return.

“You’re not going to die. No one else is dying.”

Letting out a sigh you cast your eyes around you. Several of the remaining clones mingled in little groups, taking in hushed voices as they sat on the ground. A foot or so away from you Padme was leaned against the same wall, Ahsokas head in her lap as they both slept, their bodies no doubt fighting the virus like yours was.

“I hope your right.”

“General Skywalker is getting that antidote for us as we speak.”

“And he’s half a galaxy away.” Letting out a breath you folded your hands in front of you. “You should sit down Rex, right now all we can do is wait.”

The captain was silent for a moment before taking off his helmet and sinking to the floor, leaning against the wall across from you. Hanging out in a hallway wasn’t the comfiest of places but it was the best you had to work with.

“How are you feeling?” Rex looked over at you, a slight tilt to his head as he spoke.

“I am the perfect image of health and vitality.” You joked weakly, knowing full well you looked anything but. You had caught your reflection in a shard of glass earlier. You had blue veins crawling up your neck and spreading out from underneath your eyes. Not to mention you were insanely weak.

“Don’t lie General.”

“Don’t worry about me Rex. How are you feeling?”

Fiddling with the helmet in his hand, Rex sucked in a breath. “I can feel the symptoms starting.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Looking up Rex found your eyes, the two of you holding your gazes until you felt an awkwardness settle over you and you let out a cough.

The truth was; if you were going to be stuck in an underground bunker waiting for death you glad you were with Rex. From the moment the captain had entered your life you knew you wanted him in it for a long time. Rex was like no one you had ever met.

He wasn’t the galaxy but you were sure that he was everything that made the galaxy good.

“So. . . What do we do now?”

“Sit and wait for General Skywalker and Kenobi.”

Slumping lower against the wall you let out a sigh. “Sounds boring. We should play a game.”

At that Rex raised an eyebrow. “A game? Like what?”

Sitting in silence for a moment you sucked in a breath. “I know. Interrogate me.”

“Interrogate you?”

“Yeah. Ask me any question you want and I have to answer in complete honesty. Only I also get to ask you question in return.”

Letting out a weak chuckle Rex relaxed further into his spot. One leg stretched out in front of him while the other was bent, his wrist balanced on his knee, bucket dangling limply from his fingers. “Alright, but why?”

“Because we practically see each-other every day and yet we still know so little about each-other.”

Rex was silent for a moment before he spoke. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Seriously you could ask any question and that’s what you chose?”

“You said any question.”

Folding your arms across your chest you gave the captain a look before answering. “For the longest time it was green. Growing up on Corucant I never saw the color much but when I did I was extatic.” You paused. “But then the war started and I supposed it changed.”

“To what?”

“Blue.” In truth you didn’t realize your love for the color until you saw it painted on the armor of the 501st troopers. Your favorite color wasn’t blue until Rex came along.

But it wasn’t like you were going to say that aloud.

“Alright captain, it’s only fair that I know your favorite color now.”

Rex studied you carefully for a moment. “I thought you didn’t like the question?”

“Yeah well you started it so out with it blondie.”

Yet again the captain was silent for a moment, deep in thought.

“Orange.”

That caught you off guard. So much in fact you tilted your head as he spoke. You never took Rex for much of an orange guy.

But the truth was in Rexs mind it was the only right answer. It was the color of your lightsaber. It was the color of warmth and fire and energy. If you were a color that’s what you would be.

“Good choice, now hit me with another one but this time make it more interesting. . . No offense.”

Shooting you an amused look, Rex shifted in his spot. “Alright uhm. . . Do you like being a Jedi?”

A pause.

“That’s a bit more of a bold question.”

“Forgive me General, I overstepped.”

Shaking your head quickly you sat up properly, pulling your knees into your chest as you did. “You didn’t. I like the question, makes me think.” You were silent for another moment as you folded your arms over your knees. “I do like being a Jedi. I get to help people, I get to help make the galaxy better. . . But there are things about it I question.”

“Like what?”

“There’s so many rules. So many codes to stick by and sometimes it’s overwhelming and I can’t get myself to follow some of them no matter how hard I try.”

In truth you were thinking about a certain rule in particular. One you had never been good at following: No emotional connections.

How could you follow such a rule when having connections is a part of living. Without them everything would fall apart.

The deepest connection you had ever felt in your life had been with Rex. He felt like your other half and yet because of the Order and it’s rules they made you feel as if something was wrong with you for having such feelings.

“General? Are you alright?”

Looking up at your captain you hadn’t realized you had fallen silent. “Sorry, got lost in thought for a moment.”

“No need for apologies. . . Now if I’m correct it your turn to ask the question?”

“Right, right. . . Uhm, is your hair naturally blonde or do you bleach it?”

A laugh nearly escaped your lips as you watched Rex’s face go through a range of emotions, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to process the question. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. I’m extremely curious. I need to know!” You mused, resting your chin atop your folded arms as you did.

“It’s natural! Why would you ever think otherwise?!”

“Aha! I kriffing knew it! Anakin owes me twenty credits!”

“You bet on this?!”

“Do you not know me and Anakin? C’mon Rex.” You smirked, only for it to falter a moment later as a sudden fit of coughing racked your body.

Force, you’d nearly forgotten you were sick and dying at the present moment.

“Are you alright?”

Waving him off you nodded your head as you inhaled air into your lungs. “I’m fine. You?”

“A bit lightheaded and nauseous but it’s nothing I can’t handle General.”

“You can call me Y/N, Rex. We’re friends and I think we can cease the formalities for now.” You spoke, casting your eyes around the hallway of the bunker. The little group of clones down the hallway were sitting on the floor, clearly now to weak to stand as they played a game of sabbac, showing that one of them had had a pack of cars on them during the mission. “Now ask me another question.”

Another band of silence.

“Tell me a secret.”

“ a secret?”

“Yes. . . I mean if you’re comfortable doing so of course.” Rex quickly added, his social awkwardness coming through as he sounded slightly panicked.

“We’ll let me think of a good one first.” You hummed, returning your chin to your folded arms atop your knees.

You weren’t sure what triggered it, what made your eyes suddenly sting with oncoming tears but all you knew was one second you were fine and the next you could feel the burn in the back of your nose signaling you were on the verge of crying.

Maybe it was the image of a slowly weakening Padme and Ahsoka besides you, maybe it was the ones you had already lost within the last two hours. . . Maybe it was the way you were sitting across from someone you loved deeply.

Either way you couldn’t pin point it.

“I don’t want to die, Rex.”

“. . . That’s not really a question but you’re not going to die Y/N.”

Sniffling slightly you turned your eyes back to Rex, peeking over at him from where your head rested in your arms. “You wanna know my deepest secret? There’s someone who I’m deeply in love with and I have no idea what to do.”

At that Rex fell silent, pulling his eyes from yours as he looked down at his gloved hands. He wasn’t good at giving this type of advice. He was a clone. He knew nothing about love.

Well maybe he didn’t but he still wasn’t entirely sure. It was like stepping onto a foreign planet for him.

“Well whoever they are I think they would be lucky to have you. You’re one of the most brilliant people I know.”

At that you smiled. Though your vision was beginning to grow fuzzy you could still make out Rex across from you. “Thank you. But I don’t think they could ever look at me in the way I look at them.”

Rex wasn’t sure what he was feeling in the moment all he knew was that it was something he hadn’t felt before. Was that. . . Jealousy?

“Well whoever they are you should tell them. If we get out of here of course.” He mused, letting his eyes glance around the bunker hallway as he did. “And we will.”

“I don’t think us getting out of here would help me at all.” As you spoke you could hear the way your voice wavered.

You were nervous now. Really, really nervous. But if you were going to die in here you might as well get it off your chest before you go.

“Why would you think that?”

Feeling the tears gather on your folded arms, you looked up at met Rex’s gaze once more. “Because he’s sitting across from me.”

You watched Rex through teary eyes as he tried to compute what you had said, his eyes widening as he quickly realized. When he said nothing for a good long while you squeezed your eyes shut before burying your head in your arms, too scared to look up anymore.

“You don’t need to say anything. I just wanted you to know. . . Since we’re, you know. . . Dying.”

Kriff you had faced both Sith and battle droid alike yet you had never felt scared like this before. You would almost rather face down an entire separatist army alone rather than sit here a face the fact that you had probably just ruined your entire friendship with Rex.

“You don’t need to hide.”

At the sound of Rex’s voice you looked up, startled by the fact that you hadn’t heard him get up and move to sit down besides you, his back resting against the wall as he let out a heavy and tired sigh.

“I’ve ruined everything between us, haven’t I?”

At that Rex shifted his head to look over at you, a confused look on his face. “Why would you think that? If anything I’m surprised Fives never cornered you and told you about how I feel.”

“How you feel?”

“No offense General but for a Jedi you are quite oblivious.”

“Hey!”

“You never wondered why so many times I acted so awkward around you?” The captain spoke, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck as he did, eyes averted to his lap.

“Rex, I thought you were that way with everyone—“

“Ah. . . Uh no actually. Just, just with you.” He spoke bashfully, his cheeks turning a dusty pink.

Oh.

Oh.

Reaching out slowly you grabbed onto the hand nearest to you, lacing your fingers through his. A second later he returned the grip, The small action enough to make your breath hitch in your throat.

Rex felt the same.

He felt the same.

“We are not dying in here.”

“No. No we are not.”

And that was a promise. You had just truly gotten each other, and you would be damned if you let some stupid virus take you out before you got a chance to kiss him true and proper.

[stolasgoetia-alt]

I like to hoard my concepts in the hopes I’ll eventually act on them but that likely won’t happen so here. Please credit if you make something of it, I’d love to see.

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Angel Dust is the next to get redeemed to Heaven. No one expects it, he himself least of all. He’s reluctant to adjusting to life as it is in Heaven. Despite Charlie’s efforts to redeem him, he’s always known the end goal wasn’t exactly his scene, and this is proved to him as he’s shown around the pearly gates. He doesn’t even know what to do up there, or what he can do- it’s so different from the life he’s used to. It’s recommended to him that he meets up with family members he might have not seen in years. He glowers. He knows none of his mafia family members made it to heaven. Except for…

Molly. And he runs into her. He didn’t expect it, but he gets emotional. He didn’t realize fully how he missed her. There’s so much he wants to say and so little he’s proud to share, but before he can say a word he’s cut off by a “I’m sorry, who are you?”

What, did you think the eternally enthusiastic and squeaky clean innocent people of Heaven would remember their missing loved ones, their loved ones that had been damned? They can’t.

This sets Angel in motion. He’s getting out of here. There’s nothing for him here anyway. He thinks of the austere, pristine environment. The hush around the mildest curse word. And he puts into action a strange plan that just might work. He’s going to “sin” his way back to Hell.

I’d imagine his spree is disruptive but not deadly, and more violent than sexual in terms of what ‘sinful behavior’ he goes for. Breaking windows, looting, mild arson, spreading drugs and alcohol among the angels, making the uptight faint from the most childish of curse words and cackling all the way.

Pentious catches wind of Angel’s new course of action and takes it as his responsibility, having been redeemed before Angel, to right Angel’s wrongs. Pentious doesn’t know what Angel is aiming to do and just sees chaos rising. Pentious can’t lie that the chaos still is tempting for him, but, being so dramatic in his dedication to his new role, he does just as Charlie taught him and apologizes furiously as he races along always a few steps behind Angel. “IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY” -as if very earnestly patting little kiddie bandaids on gaping wounds.

After some time of this Angel does get what he wants and is sent back to Hell.

But the damage he accomplished in Heaven is lasting, and not in the way you might think. The people of heaven are remembering or being introduced to their vices thanks to the reintroduction of sex, violence, drugs and alcohol to their society among many other things. And before the seraphim could even hope to ease everyone, the people of heaven have slipped into completely neutral ways of life - leading into turmoil over what can truly be called a sin or something that makes one worthy of hell.

Because if half the things they used to penalize for are still sins, they now have to send almost the entirety of heaven down.

[justanoasisimagines]

For you

Summary; Geralt's been lying to you about his pain. Now he'll do anything to get you to stay. Pairing; Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader WordCount; 538 A/N; Hey lovelies back with another drabble. My requests are open and my guidlines are pinned to the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

Geralt stormed through the crowd ignoring the stares and the hushed remarks. Examining the crowd, he searched for you. You'd stormed off after you'd learned he'd lied. Lied about how injured he was. He gritted his teeth pain spreading all over his body as he pushed through. He caught a glimpse of your navy cloak, and Geralt's pace picked up. Never before had he been grateful for a Witcher's reputation.

Much to Geralt's surprise, he caught up to you, reaching out he grasped your hand in his. You immediately pulled back, turning hurt in your eyes. "I told you to leave me alone." "No." You turned your body to face him. Geralt dared to face your wrath as he stepped into your space. You took a step back but Geralt stepped forward, and your jaw tightened. "Shouldn't you be off, pretending to be okay, when you're one hit away from collapsing?" Your eyes turned away as they glassed over, Geralt reached out taking your hand, you didn't yank it away from him his time. "That is the life of a Witcher." With a tug of your hand, Geralt tightened his entwining your fingers together. "That is the life of witcher." With a tug of your hand, Geralt tightened his entwining your fingers together. "I will not stand by and watch you work yourself into the ground." Geralt's stomach sank. He should have known you would leave him soon enough. Yet he couldn't imagine his life with you by his side. "No," Your eyes flickered between his searching for something. "No?" "You're not leaving." "I'm not watching you kill yourself. It's not-" "I fucking love you." Eyes winded, mouth agape, Geralt closed any remainder of a gap, whispering the words again, a private moment between the two of you. "Don't leave me. I can't force you to stay, but this belongs to you. It always has." Geralt brought his hand entwined with yours to his heart. "I don't want to leave you, but I can't watch you keep doing this to yourself. You wouldn't even tell me-" "I'll take a break. I'll take some time to heal. Pick a location and we're going." "Geralt," Geralt kept your hand firmly on his heart. "I don't want to influence you into something you wish to not do." "You're not. My world changed. The moment our eyes laid on each other. Whether I knew it or not. So name a place and we'll gather supplies and go." "Promise me, you never lie to me about being in pain." Geralt leaned in, breaths mingling with one another. "I swear to you." Geralt leaned down pressing his lips to yours firmly, circling his free hand around your waist, you reached out to the nape of his neck, playing with the small hairs. You pulled away to inhale, just about to rejoin your lips, Geralt chasing your lips when you looked past him. "Geralt, we've got an audience." You whispered under your breath. "Let them. They're only envious of what they're lacking." Your lips fought a smile. Geralt purposely brought your lips down onto yours. If they were going to stare, he was going to enjoy kissing you once more. Then his rest could begin.

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

The Doomed Jaessa

Aemond x reader (Slight Avatar au inspired)

Tags: Fantasy, au, avatar au, powers, fantasy,

Cool devider credits: firefly graphics

🔷Summary: You are a witch hunter, looking for the witches that killed your family all those years ago. Those people are called Heyks or Summoners.

🔷Author's note: Based on the Grishaverse stories, based on Avatar the last airbender, based on The Last Kingdom, based on a lot of different influnces from all these combined. I say based on avatar but this story is a lot darker and more graphic.

🔷Wordcount :3230

🔷Warnings: Murder, violence, war crimes and propaganda. Description of violence and brief racism to reader (though she deals with that by nearly drowing the brat) ((and aemond wont be racist to her ever) blood)

There have been stories for as long as humankind has been alive, and stories that will remain long after humankind has gone. 

Stories and legends, told in the light of campfires, in the open skies with only the stars and the moon to witness. The stories of elements, the story of powerful humans, blessed by the gods with abilities beyond our understanding. They claim these people are called ‘’Summoners’’ and can control the elements, bend them to their will, and create chaos and misfortune for whoever may cross them.

It is why kingdoms have been divided, lands have been uprooted and people have fled their native lands. And it’s why your mother was killed, and your father was sacrificed. And it is why you swore to destroy these vile creators until none would be left.

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It is a wintry day in the village of Winter Town. You and your people prepare for another beautiful day full of hunting, preparing sacrifices and cooking food and making fires to survive the cold winter.  

One of your commanders of the wolf army, named Sterk, calls for attention by blowing on a big horn. You and all the other villagers pay attention to what your leader is about to tell you. ‘’My good people! Today marks a wonderful victory. We have received word, and the final tribe of heyksen has finally left these lands!’’ You feel your smirk increase as you let out a whoop, together with others. 

Your best friend Kef smirks, leaning in closer to you. ‘’Looks like when they can’t attack harmless children or women, these monsters don’t like sticking around.’’ 

‘’They will pay for what they did to us in blood.’’ You murmur, looking at the single finger bone you carry around your neck. ‘’As long as any Heyks is alive, they will keep breeding, they will keep spreading.’’ You murmur.

Sterk does not hear the two of you over the cheering of the other members.  ‘’The Water-heyksen are cowering together with the Fire and Earth and Air heyksen in what they call the upper lands of this cursed infidel country!’’ He shouts so that even the gods can hear them. ‘’But we won’t give them rest or peace there. They tell stories, stories of an almighty heyks who will rise one day, an almighty heyks who will doom us all. Their armies, their kings are looking for this heyks.’’

Two boys close to you start talking in hushed tones, excitement getting the better of them. ‘’What do you know of the powerful heyks?’’ One of them asks you. You shoot him a glare. ‘’They said you met a Heyks.’’ He rudely points at your scar, by your chin. You cover it with your scarf, annoyed.

How dare he bring up that day. You were just a child, so was your brother. They ripped you from your mother’s warm embrace, slaughtered her like cattle and dragged you and your brother to the place where they worshiped their seven gods. ‘’Just that he can likely bend blood and revive the death.’’ You lie, absently.

For a moment you are back in Yi Ti, your whole life ahead of you and your heart pure, unaltered by hatred. ‘’Can he really?’’ The little boy asks, gasping.

You shrug. ‘’I don’t know, I never met him.’’ You reply, dryly and uninterested. ‘’Do you two mind shutting up, I want to hear what Sterk has to say.’’ You push them aside and sit closer to Sterk giving him a smirk. When the Waterheyksen still remained here, he was one of the first to slit their throats, setting fire to their villages. The original heyksen were burned alive in their castle, the castle they named ‘’Winterfell.’’ The Heyksen seem to learn from their environment. Most Heyksen you caught and killed here were water heyksen. They drowned your people. 

And now you will return the favor. Stark comes close to the bridge of his speech. ‘’We shall never bow under the terror of these freaks! We shall never surrender!’’ You applaud as people around you break into cheers, hug each other and drink to his words, honoring the gods.

You approach Sterk, a cheeky grin on your lips. ‘’Excellent speech. But I found it a little predictable.’’ You say, keeping your walls up around him. Sterk pushes his soft blond locks behind his ears, grinning madly at you. ‘’I thank you.’’ He nods to the two little boys. ‘’Did they give you trouble?’’

You turn your head and notice a tall girl staring at you, her green eyes mirroring anger and hatred. You wave at her, smirking. ‘’Not like Nax has.’’ You say. From the very start, Nax has told you to ‘’return’’ to your lands, and called you a ‘’Monkey-tail.’’ You kindly shoved her into the river for that comment, and someone had to save her before she drowned.  Yi Ti was once your home, but now the Heyksen have taken it from you. You left when you were a child, and you doubt you will ever return.

Stark glares at Nax as she pretends to be busy studying her nails. ‘’Nax can go fuck herself, another won’t do it.’’ He means himself as he pulls you closer with a wink. ‘’She is just jealous of you. You are brave, strong, and gorgeous. All things she lacks.’’ He tells you. Yet you remain uncertain. You have the feeling too many don’t want you here. Too many don’t trust you and too many don’t like you. Sterk reads you easily, holding you by your wrists. ‘’I told you before, I don’t care where my fighters are from. From Yi Ti to the Dothraki sea, fuck, even the Crown Lands…We all have our reasons to want these Heyksen dead.’’ You nod, touched, as he caresses your face. 

Even Nax has her reasons.

You remain by the fire, creating traps by binding ropes together and cutting wood with your favorite ax. 

A horse approaches out of the wastelands, carrying a scout of the hunters. ‘’Nik. What news do you bring?’’ Sterk asks the moment Nik has jumped off his horse.

Nik looks around the campfire. ‘’Good and bad. The Crownlands have sent a patrol party our way. They are here likely to spy on our numbers, to count our people before they send the full army. There are perhaps ten of them.’’ That is bad news. They must not know you and another part of the army split up. The majority remains in the North, while the other, a small portion sails around Westeros, to attack via Dorne, once Dorne has been weakened. 

Sterk briefly twirls his dagger, likely recalling the moment these monsters invaded his home and kidnapped his sister. ‘’Let them come. I’m hungry for them.’’ he grins at Nik. Nik nods.

Sterk runs back to the stone he uses to preach, before climbing on top of it. He shouts and his voice carries miles. ‘’The moment we waited for has arrived! The Goddess has granted us more Heyksen to slaughter! More innocent souls to liberate and more territory for us to grow grain, to grow old and to grow strong! Are you with me?!’’ He yells at his people and you hide a proud smile. You could not be any prouder of your friend.

People respond by raising their swords, daggers and other weapons in the air. You join in, raising your ax sky high. ‘’Then what are we waiting for?! They will learn that their reign of terror is over!’’ Sterk jumps off the rock before marching the crowd towards the horses. Men and women climb the horses, while children remain in the village. Elderly people watch over them, when chanting blessings over the weapons of the departing warriors.

You follow Sterk. ‘’Can I ride with you?’’ He grins. You hop onto his horse, holding onto his waist. 

But he does remind you of your duties. ‘’One day you must learn how to ride horses.’’ He tells you. ‘’One day, you must take the saddle and ride. It might save your life one day.’’

You scoff. ‘’I don’t trust horses. They are like people. You never know what they are up to.’’ You tell him as the two of you ride towards the smoke on the horizon. The horse picks up speed as you hold on for dear life, your ax in your left hand ready to wield it at whoever comes at you two. 

You finally notice a ship that is docked to the side of the cold waters, and people in red and black colored armor enter and leave. The horses of your troops have the ship surrounded, with the woods giving clear you all an advantage of the shelter and hiding. 

‘’Are you with me? 'For Freedom!’’ Sterk cries and charges with his sword swung at the soldiers leaving the ship. 

A different, much bigger war cry is answered by the enemy as they attack from behind the horses, behind trees, and storm from the ship to the place you gathered. You are pushed off the horse by Sterk and watch as two fireballs hit him at once, burning the flesh of his face, as he cries out in pain and horror. You scream, clutching your legs as you crawl to him. 

All around you, friends and family are murdered within two seconds, blasted and fried on the spot as chickens trapped in a fiery coop. Two soldiers hold a girl and melt her armor into her skin, when making comments about what they will do later to her. You weakly lift your ax, your whole body hurting. You release a war cry before rushing at one of them, placing the ax right at his head and you just chop.

His head breaks free with a satisfying crush, rolling on the floor as his body shatters. 

His friend is furious, heartbroken, and upset. He fires a series of fireballs at you, and while you dive out of the way, some of them end up hitting you, burning your hair and blackening your face slightly with ash and smoke. The goddess protects you, as you fall to the ground and manage to avoid most of it. 

The girl that was attacked has turned around and lifted her sword before decapitating her tormentor, before falling to her knees and going into shock.

You look around at the corpses of your friends and loved ones, and realize that Nik was wrong about the amount of people. They never stood a chance. You climb on a horse, trying to get it to listen to you. The horse is terrified and bucks you off him before rushing off to the place of the camp. You end up in a worse shape than before, likely with your hips or legs broken.

A man with silver long hair emerges from the beach area, carrying a golden edition of the normal red and black armor. ‘’Status?”’ He barks at a nearby soldier following him closely.

‘’24 out of 28 killed.’’ The man informs him.

This must be an officer. ‘’Excellent.’’ He says, simply, looking around the blackened corpses gleefully. He takes in the remaining survivors. His soldiers kick and spit at the burned remains of your family, but he does nothing to stop them. ‘’The gods will eat well tonight. 24 witch-hunters. That is a victory, your Highness.’’ The man tells the officer.

So he’s a prince. A royal. Perhaps a good hostage. If only you could get to him.. ‘’This is pathetic. Burn their remains.’’ The prince comments.

He is stopped before he can. The girl you saved jumps in front of him, blocking his path. ‘’No! They should be buried.’’ She demands justice for him. ‘’Their remains will find the skies.’’ She believes they will find peace. They murdered and pillaged. The goddess has no mercy for that, even you know that. 

The prince pretends to think, but you can read his body language and see how furious he is. ‘’You know what? You’re right. Bury this one alive.’’ He tells the officer, pointing to the girl. The officer nods as two other soldiers grab the girl and start digging a grave.

One of them grins as they throw her in it. ‘’Yes, Prince Aemond.’’ You remain frozen, praying that your luck won’t wear out. But once his blue eyes have found yours, you know you are done for and they won’t let you go ever again. ‘’And what do we have here?’’ He mocked. ‘’You’re far from home.’’ 

You grin, smiling despite your pain, putting up a brave face. 

‘’We come from hell itself to kill your kind.’’ You stand on your injured legs. You see he misses an eye.

Prince Aemond rolls his good remaining eye. You wait for him to be distracted. And that distraction comes. Sterk fights himself free, standing up and swings his ax at Aemond. ‘’Let her be!’ He cries, but an arrow hits his heart before he can kill Aemond, and he drops dead in front of you.

‘’Sterk! No!’’ You weakly crawl to his body, ripping the arrow out of his heart. You hear someone scream in the distance as you cradle his soft blond hairs and whisper him goodbye. ‘’I'll see you soon.’’ You mutter.

Nik runs out to the fields and instead of being fried, he is welcomed by prince Aemond. ‘’Cregan Stark. Good to see you.’’ 

You hear something snap inside your brain. You don’t hear anything as you rise from your injured legs, that seem to have healed. You pass the water that boils, as your eyes have become a glowing bright yellow. 

This man has lied to you.

This man has slaughtered you all.

He is a heyks. He is Cregan Stark, his family is Heyks, he is Heyks. A water Heyks  The earth around you starts to shake as the prince is escorted to safety, quickly pulled away by Cregan. Water pours down from the skies, creating massive waves you control, but you don’t at the same time. Something takes hold of you as you bend the waves around the forest clearing, putting out fires and throwing soldiers into the sea. They drown because of their heavy armor, and the waves you keep splashing over them. Fire is thrown at you again, by new soldiers that have come out to defend their prince. You simply raise your feet with precision before slamming it back down, creating an earthquake that destabilizes most of them, before you bring your hands together, and separate them, digging a grave. The bodies are stacked up inside the grave and you hear the men scream as you throw the earth on them, burying them alive. Your fingers work next and with the tip of your tiny finger, you can lift a man into the air before smashing his head open against a stone, smearing the blood everywhere. You are no longer there. What remains is this ancient source, this ancient slumbering power that has been awakened. A power that was always there. 

The air is sucked from lungs as they choke, and finally it is time for fire. You turn your head to a terrified Cregan Stark, before lifting the traitor into the air. You bend your index and middle finger down, and finally bow your hand as if retrieving something from him. He falls to the floor, screaming and crying as blood pours from his eyes, ears, and mouth. You bend the blood in his veins, twisting the veins until Cregan becomes a wailing crying mess. And the worst part is you like the fear you are seeing. You should be feared. 

Men are crushed like bugs under stones you control, tortured by waves until they beg their gods for death and their eyeballs receive so much pressure that they pop.

That is until someone rushes up from behind you, grabbing you by your throat, and pushes a necklace around your neck, collaring you. You gasp briefly for air as you crash back down on earth, your power fizzling out. You try to recall what has happened but nothing makes sense. Your healed legs, the man you drowned and burned and buried. None of it makes sense. Your brain repeats one word over and over again. 

Heyks. 

You are one of them. 

‘’No!” You scream as the necklace touches your skin. The prince holds you by your throat, his wet hair revealing you almost had him too.

‘’O, yes. You’ve killed enough.’’ He grits out, choking you for a brief moment as well.

You weakly gawk. ‘’Hurts doesn’t it? Your kind uses it on people like me. It blocks your summoning abilities.’’ He is right. It burns Heysk. And now, it burns you.

‘’You mean your witchcraft? I-I’m not a witch. I’m not evil.’’ You mutter disoriented and afraid. Afraid of him, perhaps. Afraid of yourself? For certain.

‘’From what I just witnessed, I’m not sure of that.’’ Aemond comments before chaining your hands together. ‘’I will bring you to my father. To the capital. You will be dealt with.’’ The bodies of the remaining men are collected and even dug up. You buried them deeply and they need the rest of the day and a small part of the night to find all those who you buried. Only a few have survived.

They are escorted back to the ship. One of them glares at you. You lift your chained hands at him, spitting in his direction and yelling a made up phrase. He and the other soldiers take off running as you cackle. ‘’Idiots, where did you find these idiots?’’ You wonder to the prince who remains at your side as his men are collected, and finally wrapped in black with red cloth. ‘’Do you plan to give them to someone?’’ You joke.

The prince has folded his hands on his back, ignoring you.

‘’I do. To their mothers, to their fathers, to their loved ones.’’ You become silent, as you realize what you have done. But they tried to kill you first.

‘’You were planning to kill us first.’’ You tell him indifferent to it all.

He nods. ‘’I agree, that much was true. Cregan and I set the trap much earlier.’’ You watch as bodies are dragged from the sea and put on the ship.

‘’We lost eighty-seven men, my prince.’’ The officer tells Aemond as you remain his captive.

Aemond shrugs. He does not care. You are worried for your safety.‘’We gained a weapon. A powerful weapon.’’ He looks at you, and you spit in his direction. He simply tugs the chain so you are choked. ‘’The last of her kind, the last Jaesa.’’

‘’I thought they were all killed centuries ago. Jaesa are dangerous.’’ The officer says as if you are not with them. 

Aemond nods, recalling what you had heard as well. ‘’Hm. When Valyria met her doom, they assumed all Jaesa killed. But this is no ordinary Jaesa. This one can control all four elements. This girl will be our salvation….And the doom of our enemies. She will gives us Dorne, she will give us the North, she will give us the known damn world.’’ He adds when painfully grabbing your chin. ‘’And she will bring an end to her kind.’’ 

world building and notes

Worldbuilding.

The terms of summoners are from Valyrian words for the elements.

Fire=Dracary

Earth=Tegonry

Air=Jedary

Water=Nykeerdary

Jaes=God/goddess

Certain families and bloodlines have the elements born into them for example the targaryens. We dont see him use it, but Aemond is a very good Dracary. Certain places are also more likely to have more people who can summon a certain element than others. The North is said to have a lot of Nykeerdaryies because of their huge amount of snow/ice. At least before our story starts, because the witch hunter have killed them.

The word Heyks is literally a play on the dutch word Heks, meaning witch. Sterk means literally strong, another dutch word i used. 

The racism our mc deals with: The racism, im white as f so i dont know what poc experience or go through, at all, and i cant relate to your pain at all, but i tried keeping it still fun for people to read, but at the same time it felt important to be there. to be present. Mc feels alone there, mc feels like her fighting doesnt matter, but sterk tells her to believe in herself.

Another reason why i kept it: Because that happens to people, sadly and we must continue to talk about it to avoid it, to stop it. there is nothing so fucked up as hating someone for something they cant control and just for being who they are.. I went with the classic ‘’go back to your own land’’ because It shows the stupidity of the bully, she does not understand, our mc cant return and doesnt want to return. this is her land now, she will fight for it. and i went with the monkeytail insult because apparently according to the wiki, merchants from yi ti wear them.

Yeah, obviously the necklace aemond captures oc with is a very zukatara moment excuse me for that.

The au is more a war between the witch-hunters and the summoners. Some part of the known world have fallen into summoners and into witch hunters. I really hope to show you guys that you got assholes on both teams.

I think we cleared the most important parts out.

Thank you for reading.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Unicorns Are Exquisite 💖 🦄 ! (Au based fic. "Alma" is Camila and Beardo Philip's daughter.)

Alma Noceda, 5 years old, couldn't help but cast a low-spirited look down at her unicorn sweater as she tugged on the bottom of the shirt while sitting in the principal's office.

"It's not dumb..." she spoke to herself quietly, referring to her sweater.

Upon entering the office, Camila and Beardo Philip immediately walked over to their distraught daughter.

"Baby, what happened?" Camila asked, her voice filled with worry before proceeding to cup her daughter's soft cheek.

"I got a call today from your teacher and principal. Is everything okay?"

Little Alma shook her head. "No, Mamá," she answered in a tone that was quivering with emotion. "Everything is not okay."

"What happened?" Camila whispered softly, wanting to know.

Alma started to sniffle, which made Camila wrap her in a hug.

"Hey, I'm here for you, mija. I understand that you're sad, and that's okay."

As Camila pulled away but still stayed close to her daughter, Alma began to speak, shedding tears from her eyes.

"Today, the girls in my class were being mean and said that my sweater looked bad and dumb. Papá was the one who made it for me, and I didn't like how they were speaking so badly about his work when he worked so hard on it."

There was a look of anger on her face as her cheeks were glowing red.

"He makes the best sweaters ever, and they were just dumb and jealous and-and-,"

Now it was Philip's turn to pull his daughter into a loving hug, which caused her to start crying at full force.

Her father quietly hushed her and gently asked her to take a breath.

"Did you hit any of the girls, Alma?" he asked, speaking to her in a soft and soothing voice.

Alma was his little girl, and he didn't want to make her any sadder than she already was.

Alma sniffled again before nodding.

"Yes, Papá," the small girl admitted in a sorrowful tone. "I did."

She didn't want to lie to her papa.

Alma knew that both lying and what she did today to the other girls were wrong.

Philip gently placed his hands on Alma's shoulders. "I understand that you love the things that I make for you. It's okay that you were deeply hurt by these girls and their reckless words, but it's never okay to hit others."

Camila smiled softly at Philip's words to their daughter.

Although he has changed a lot, they both felt worried about the situation.

Neither parent wanted their child to be bullied like they were at her age.

The cruel comments made by kids in school about Camila's clothes are still a recollection for her, and Philip can still recall to this day the taunts the other Puritan children made about him being a child of the devil.

"I'm sorry, Papá," Alma apologized, looking down in shame.

An empathetic smile spread across Philip's face, and he placed a small kiss on his daughter's forehead.

"It's quite alright, Alma. Mistakes happen."

Heaven knows he's made so many in his life.

"Just remember next time if someone expresses negative opinions about Papa's work, to ignore or walk away from them instead of hitting them. Okay?"

Alma slowly gazed up at her papa and nodded. "Okay," she quietly said.

Philip gave her a sweet and playful smile.

"Besides, it's not your fault that your tastes are much more exquisite than theirs."

He winked.

Alma softly giggled at his witty remark.

She greatly enjoyed her father's use of fancy words.

"You're right, Papá," she told him with another giggle.

Unicorns were indeed exquisite. 💖 🦄

Their horns, which smelled like cake and joy, were pure and enchanting, and they brought dreams to life, and no bullies could ever take that away from them.

[promiscuouspomegranate]

could we get more on ezra? his character seems interesting and i wanted to see more of him in the oneshot! IT WAS STILL REALLY FOOD THOUGH !!

Me fucking rambling

TWs: Bullying, harassment, self harm, physical violence, stalking, manipulation, unstable home life, Lenore isn’t a good person, and Ezra just sucks.

(I hoped someone would ask for more because I focused on adjectives and “Oo, this sounds pretty” more than the plot… erm.. my bad 💀)

When Ezra was nine–maybe ten, he can’t remember anymore–he witnessed his dad strike his mom across the face. His dad cussed her out over a minor inconvenience and then left her alone to go for a drive. His mom needed her “beautiful boy” to hold and coddle with saccharine affections. She whispered in Ezra’s ear, “You are far kinder than your dad… Never turn out like him, Ezra.” Ezra’s father came home an hour later with a bouquet of roses, and he heard his parents kiss from his room. At that age, Ezra took to heart the interaction and prayed that God helped him flourish in love the way his parents did. God never answered his prayers, but the devil did.

When Ezra was twelve–he could never forget the moment–he felt his childhood friendship with you change. You were starting to flourish and grow in ways he never knew someone could. Your mother had passed away, your father became a deadbeat, but you managed to thrive in your miserable conditions. He viewed you as someone capable and strong.

You ruined his perception when he heard you sobbing at the pond. You were crying for your mom to come back. That’s not what you were supposed to be like. You were meant to prevail by yourself. He already has to take care of his poor mother, now you?

The next day at the cafeteria, Ezra handed you a packed lunch from his mom. He waited for you to thank him and swoon–maybe confess your love if you felt like it–but you were so ungrateful. You hoarsely muttered, “I don’t need this, but thanks.” That’s definitely not how you were supposed to react. Weren’t you needy? You needed him. Stop being so confusing.

Your pessimistic attitude and nihilism–as philosophical as a middle schooler gets–were apparent to others. You arrived late to your classes, you cried in the bathroom stalls, and you were no fun to be around. People used to show false sympathies and whisper amongst each other, “Oh, poor thing, I hope they brighten up soon.” Even teachers pitied you and would murmur in the lounge between gas station cigarettes, “Can hardly believe what it’s like to be so young and lose your mom. I knew her well before she passed, lovely thing. Such a shame she didn’t pass her optimism to her child.”

You first experienced bullying when Ezra, enraged by your unwillingness to acknowledge you needed him, spread a rumor about you freshman year. A tale so disgustingly detailed and grotesquely exaggerated, it just had to be true. He told others in a hushed whisper in the band room you caused your mom’s death, whether willingly or not, he left for people to interpret. The car accident was your fault; you told him in tears, “Couldn’t handle hearing complaints about your father anymore. You snapped and lost her in a second.”

He showed them pictures of you in the hospital and old diary entries about your mother. Soon, people felt revolted by his lie and found you guilty of your mother’s death. Rumors stacked, and suddenly, you were getting things thrown at you in class; people would fight you when you least expected, and you were violently bullied and belittled by everyone.

Ezra realized his plan was working when he overheard a group of girls gossiping, “Bet they miss their mom so much they’re trying to join her in the afterlife. Someone saw them cutting themselves in the bathroom… like; get a fucking life, honestly. I knew them in middle school, and they always had a horrible vibe, y’know?”

Yet, not everyone believed Ezra’s story. The school’s book club knew a plot hole when they saw one, and there were quite a few in Ezra’s rumor. The polished president of the club, Lenore, extended a hand and invited you to her group. She would defend you when one of Ezra’s friends harassed or threatened to hurt you. Although her reputation was battered and she became a target, she stuck with you.

At a snail's pace, your personality resurfaced, and your mind soothed itself. By senior year, you laughed alongside your friends, defended yourself from verbal altercations, and debunked Ezra’s rumor. Only Ezra’s friends believed it, and many had apologized to you for their actions.

Yet, the wound was still bleeding, and you could only apply bandaids to patch it. Yes, your depression faded, but it persisted. Yes, you could walk in the hallways without getting your hair dragged, but you still faced violence. Yes, you had a friend group and a fantastic soul to defend you, but Ezra was still there. Why couldn’t he leave you alone? You used to be friends.

Lenore tried to patch your grief with positivity and smother sorrow with her sweet smile. Lenore would hold you close and whisper, “I’m here for you. Isn’t that all that matters? You have someone to look after you.” In contrast, Ezra would open wounds and stab you with words. He’d always repeat, “Just give up, fisheyes. Some people will always know the truth that you’re a murderer.”

tbh I’d move to Wisconsin in this situation and make cheese for a living !?

[whatanightmaregrinch]

Deacon x Fem!Sole Survivor- abraxo baby

[[ This is a short drabble based on a prompt i’d seen of Sole being a pre-war actress, i fell in love with the idea tbh sORRY]]                                                          -- “Is that?-” Deacon’s voice suddenly cut through the silence they’d been walking in. Sole glanced in his direction, to see his head craned up at a billboard they were under. At first glance, it just seemed like an old Pre-War advertisement for Abraxo Cleaner, but she recognised her own figure on the board. Her heart raced slightly, seeing her own faded, and aged eyes staring back at her, but bigger than she ever would be. She was holding the blue box tightly, smiling brightly at the Commonwealth, just urging them to buy it to clean their clothes with. She could almost hear the RobCo representative repeatedly reassuring her that the advertisement would be gone by the end of the month, replaced by some new car ad. So much for that, you old bastard. Her heart panged at the window into the life she was trying to forget. “Nah, it’s my cousin.” She said, maybe a little too quickly because it had Deacon arch his brow in mild surprise at her bare-faced lie. He pondered it in silence for a moment, stopping a second too long for Sole’s liking, who turned on her heel and continued to walk in the direction of their original destination, leaving him in the dust. An amused expression played his features as he quickened his pace; just enough to catch up, but not to console her. To tease. “Cousin, huh? Just looks an awful lot like-” He started, but she hushed him, flapping her hand at him as if to waft him away. “That’s the thing about family, Deacon. Tend to look similar.” His amused mood turned downright gleeful, a shit-eating grin spread on his face at her deferral of him. “Ah, well, I worked with them, you know before the Great War? They had such strange demands; she couldn’t act without being covered in Sugar Bombs prio-” “ I wasn’t like that.” She said hotly, furious- head snapping to his direction to set him straight, before her heart stuttered. There was a silence between the two of them, Deacon’s teeth visible in his winsome grin; victorious in the knowledge he’d won. She stared at him incredulously, eyes slightly bulged in anger and shock, before she dissolved into an embarrassed quiet. He’d played her. He took the silence as they walked as her permission to ask about it.  “What was it like? Bet you got everything you ever wanted back then.” He wondered, and she just shook her head.  “I took whatever I could get, that being one of them.” She gestured to the billboard further down the road with a thumb. He mulled it over in his head, eyes scanning the horizon for hostiles as they travelled. He tried to concentrate on his surroundings, but couldn’t help but be drawn into the conversation. You can’t just dangle information like that in front of him and expect him not to ask questions.  “You ever did any Shakespeare? Bet you’d make a real solid Cleopatra.” His statement collected a laugh from his companion, who looked to him with mirth in her eyes.  “You saw an Abraxo ad, and went straight to Shakespeare? I was never that good. Besides, I swear Cleopatra was described as a snake.” He pursed his lips at her assessment.  “Not entirely. Good ole’ Cleo was described that way by the other jealous bitches, sure. But it only served to show how powerful she was. She was a great warrior; influential to boot, and a real good talker. Sound like anyone, Charmer?” She mulled it around for a second, before casting him a glance. “Not me, that’s for sure.” She quietened his thought process with the sobering comment. They continued to walk in the direction of the abandoned highway, although the comfortable silence they travelled in was a damn sight more awkward than before. Deacon wanted to bite his tongue off, coming on so strong like that. Sole had always been the one to stand off to the side; she hated compliments and any sort of recognition from anyone, no wonder she’d react like that. Well done, Deeks. Make your partner uncomfortable, why not? There was nothing to hit his ears now but the sound of their footsteps, muffled by the dusty ground beneath. He’d not meant for the current stand-off he’d created, he’d just wanted to be funny, compliment her a bit, but she’d gone off into her thousand-yard stare that signified her thoughts had gone back to 2077, and she was not in the here and now. He tightened his grip on his feelings, swallowing back the awkward tone from his voice. “Shame you can’t do that now, I bet the drinkin’ buddy you fixed up for the Rexford would look way sexier in an ad-campaign. I bet they’d put a feather boa on him.” He sniffed at the thought, and felt relief and the wry smile that shyly crept back onto her face. “What colour?” She prodded him, trying to picture it; and his own smile touched his lips. “I think a black, sparkly one would do the trick. Give him a sense of mystery.” A light laugh escaped from her, and he felt the tension completely dissipate. He could hardly believe his ears when she rewarded him with information. “I wore something similar for a television commercial; I think it was for this murder-mystery show? I played ‘Harlot #1′.” She chuckled, and his mouth gaped in shock. “They didn’t seriously name you guys ‘Harlots’, did they? That just smells of sexism.” She shrugged, stopping for a moment to take some purified water out of her bag, and cracking the can. She took a swig and offered him the can. He eyed her as he sipped at the water. “It was, but it was different back then. It’s better now.” He snorted at the irony, and passed her the can back so she could finish it. Only Sole could make that comparison. “I’ll amen to that particular line of thought.” He mused but tensed, alarmed when a noise bled through into his consciousness, and he sharply turned hand already on his gun. The ground rumbled, the earth splitting slightly in places, as if a great drill was running chasms in the dirt two feet below them. Sole already had her rifle trained on the area, lips pressed into a thin line and empty can of water abandoned on the floor. The noise eventually faded into a distant rumble, the cracks on the floor traveling in the opposite direction, and Deacon felt able to glance at his partner to check on her. She was frowning, hands slightly less tensed around the metal of her rifle. “Sounded big.” She simply whispered, and he nodded. He swallowed some particularly thick spit that had gathered in his mouth, heart pounding slightly. “Don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like sticking around to see if that thing has teeth.” He said dryly, and their happy air from before slipped away, replaced with the real dangers of the wasteland they’d chosen to ignore for their conversation. It was sobering and made him remember that there was no time for indulgent conversations anyway; anything he learnt about her that he liked would only serve as a painful nail in the coffin later on when their gig finally ended, if they could even reach the finish line. Their temporary joy had been enough for him to forget the smell of war, but it could never wash the blood from their hands. He felt like the situation had washed him clean, stripping away the sentiments they’d gained with each other. They kept their weapons out, unable to relax after their close and unsettling encounter. They returned to their silence, resuming walking down the abandoned road as the sun shone on above them. Life waited for no man. 

[the-gateway-to-madness]

Hiro Hamada x oc (McKenzie Jamesson)

Synopsis: it is rainy, hiro is stressy, kenzie tries to teach her full-time worrier boyfriend best friend how to relax.

Hiro Hamada had a lot of things on his plate. He'd been in college for three years and a superhero just as long. He was always worried about something. In his earlier teens he'd coped better, but after so long, under so much pressure...

It was winter break, and it was raining. Hiro had finished all his homework, Baymax didn't fly well in wet weather- Hiro was cooped up and a bit wound up too. He fiddled with little projects, jumping from thing to thing, pacing, sketching new things and stopping partway through each design.

He was staring at his computer screen, chewing on his nails absently, when a small, gentle hand pulled the tip of his finger from between his teeth without a word.

Hiro knew it was McKenzie before he even looked up. Cass tended to walk up the stairs talking, and to chide him for habits like nail-biting. Kenzie, on the other hand, only did it to get his attention, not to correct the behavior. She was a much worse nail-biter, really.

"Hi," she said, smiling and cocking her head- she let her bangs fall in her face and blew them back to the side, knowing her unruly hair amused Hiro to no end.

He cocked his head back, smirking a bit. "You look like a wet poodle today."

McKenzie grinned and shook her head rapidly, spraying rainwater all over Hiro and making him laugh in surprise.

She chuckled and went over, flopping on Hiro's bed- making herself comfortable, as she'd become accustomed to doing over the last couple of years.

"You," she said, "are stressy."

Hiro blinked. "How did you...?"

"Well, in fairness, your aunt said so," McKenzie said, "but also, your shoulders are tense, which isn't normal for you, you've got half a dozen unfinished roughs lying around, and that computer screen is more blank than a biographic description of my love life."

Hiro snorted. "Hey, hey, we said no self-deprecation from you, remember-"

"But it's oh so reliable," McKsnzie laughed. She stood again and casually turned Hiro's chair. "Come on. Sit on the bed. I'll get more blankets and pillows."

The idea admittedly sounded wonderful after a morning worrying about the city from his room, so Hiro got up, though he paced instead of sitting.

McKenzie came upstairs, lugging four or five blankets and a couple pillows wrapped up in a queen-sized comforter. "This-" she gasped a little as she got them over the last step, "should do it."

Hiro immediately went to help, and she waved him off, and began spreading the blankets and pillows on his bed. She even got a second batch of blankets, and made a wall of bunched blanket around the center of his bed.

He blinked at it, and then at McKenzie. "Kenzie?"

"Yes?"

"Why... why do I get the sense you do this a lot?"

McKenzie laughed. "Why sir- of course I have." She crawled into the literal nest and patted the spot next to her, and Hiro joined her. They curled up under a layer of three blankets, and instantly a pleasant warmth settled over Hiro, first external and then sinking, it felt, to his bones.

His shoulders dropped and his jaw un-clenched without him really realizing, and he shifted to lie partway down.

"Good idea," Hiro sighed, closing his eyes.

McKenzie laid down next to him and rested the side of her head lightly against his shoulder. "And we're not done here-"

"-oh no-"

"Oh hush," McKenzie chuckled. "You love my ideas."

"I fear your ideas," Hiro laughed with her.

"You said 'good idea' to me ten seconds ago," McKenzie chortled. She turned her face towards him a bit. "I was gonna say, I want to make you watch a movie on my phone. I charged it special. But if you'd rather just lay here, that works too."

Hiro blinked, considering, and found himself pretty darn satisfied, bundled in blankets, with her by his side.

"I like the calm," he admitted. He then moved and held an arm out to her, gesturing with his head for her to get into a more comfortable position.

She scooted close and laid her head on his shoulder and chest, sighing softly. Hiro rested his hand on her shoulder, forearm lying against her back, feeling them rise and fall with her breath, feeling how relaxed she was.

He tucked his chin over the top of her head, letting out a long, slow sigh of his own. "Thanks," he mumbled.

McKenzie reached an arm around his middle and squeezed him gently. "'Course."

He smiled softly to himself, and then let it drop as he took several more calming breaths. He closed his eyes again, focusing on his breathing, and on hers.

She started humming quietly, something low and quiet and soft, though she fell quiet before long.

He smiled a tiny bit. "What's stuck in your head this time?" He mumbled.

"Oh, something classical," McKenzie mumbled.

"Wow, I feel so uncultured-"

McKenzie cut Hiro off by laughing. "Noooo, I just grew up an orchestra nerd-"

"- I am swine-"

She wheezed. "Hirooooo."

Hiro laughed. "Could you play the song?"

McKenzie blinked at him. "You, Hiro Hamada... want to listen to classical."

"You made it sound nice," Hiro defended, his face warming against her cool, damp curls.

McKenzie hummed a laugh, and pulled up the piece. It was slow, and flowed smoothly, and was very serene, and once again Hiro found himself with his eyes shut, half-focused on reality, only hearing the music and feeling the subtle movement of McKenzie breathing against his ribs. He'd never been much for music, but McKenzie had opened his mind to it. He rather liked picking and choosing favorites from her vast arsenal. And this afternoon, the soft sound of rain pattering on his window, and Kenzie beside him, mixed with quiet piano... he wouldn't have picked this song himself, but it fit, right now, right here. With her.

Hiro found himself smiling as ever-restless McKenzie shifted a little and her foot touched his. She shivered- he could feel that her toes were cool against his skin, and the damp hair couldn't have been helping. He pulled his big, loose hoodie over her, shifting a bit to make it work.

"Better?" McKenzie asked softly.

Hiro smiled and closed his eyes. "Yeah. Thank you, again. You're a lifesaver."

McKenzie chuckled quietly. "Ironic, coming from you."

Hiro rolled his eyes fondly and squeezed her, and then closed them, letting all the tension and worry that had plagued him drain away. There was just him, and some nice piano, and McKenzie, and the distant yet soothing pittering of rain. His mind managed to be quiet, for once, and all of life was good and right.

[medici-memes]

Savonarola: It pleases Him greatly that you have seen your failings.

Lorenzo: Oh, there is much…much that I regret.

Lorenzo: …But much more that I cannot.

Lorenzo: The beauty that flowered here…

Savonarola: You’ve learned nothing. What flowered here was corruption, that spread out like the plague, tainting everything it touched. This is your punishment.

Lorenzo: Maybe.

[…]

Savonarola: The lord has commanded me to destroy it all. Nobody will remember your gardens, the names of Leonardo da Vinci, Botticelli, and the rest, and all they have made will be dust. Blown away by the winds.

Lorenzo: *hushed* I don’t think so. Your brethren once said separating art from God is a lie. Because the heart of man craves beauty as he craves God.

Lorenzo: Because what happened here in Florence…I don’t think it can ever be erased.

I still think about this final episode of Medici, it just hits home for me. I’m not religious, but I’ve worried about not being able to live a ‘good’ life. I’ve worried that my life won’t matter because I won’t be successful or normal conventionally. But this scene is like saying, just because you lived your life with mistakes and regrets doesn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful. There’s beauty in the tale of misadventures and disappointments and small rays of hope. I can understand if other people don’t like this ending because it feels like the writers are whacking us over the head with a theme that wraps up the whole show, but for me it’s like a succinct expression of my way of viewing life. It’s all beautiful, the good and the bad, because it happened, it’s real. No one else is going to live my life and have a story like mine. That’s worth living for.

(Whoever did the subtitles can fight me about not using an Oxford comma, but also I’ll take him out for coffee because transcribing even this took a while, I can’t imagine doing a full episode)

(Also just found out from Savonarola’s wiki that Lorenzo’s son was known as “Piero the Unfortunate”)

[galahdanblade]

They had had a good working relationship with these hunters; bartering and trading that benefited both the Imperials and the hunters. He had been in this damned war long enough to recognise trust must be fostered in the occupied territory with the natives. But that symbiotic relationship had slowed over the past couple of moths until it trickled to a stop. Strange. So luck would have it the airship lowered close a hunters' campsite atop one of those glowing havens. Odd landmarks. Slowly Ulldor approached the stone slope and held his hands up to show he was unarmed. The hunter closest was one he recognised; this one had always been present when the head hunter traded with them. "Ulric, isn't it?" Of course it was; he had done his own research on the hunters. A Galahdan, but he had lived on the mainland since before the raids from what he could uncover in the man's background. "I have an odd query if you'll indulge me." A pause as the other hunters all looked on haughtily, open in their suspicion of the MTs that waited on the grass a distance from the haven. They may not be capable of entering the haven, but their bullets could. "My metalsmith has been abducted, I was hoping to ask for the hunters' help. but your trading with us has stopped for some reason unknown to me. You are a close confidante of Auburnbrie. Is there something we can do to foster the friendship we once shared?"

mynbrum haven was one of the further-flung haven's in cleigne, not not one kaleb could say he disliked. it was a little north of burbost's, close to the glacial grotto and pretty close to a good fishing spot on the river wennath. the only downside of being there meant the local beasts were causing havoc, and cleigne didn't do thing by half.

that and it was close to tollhends stronghold.

a fact that was ringing in kaleb's thoughts as a hush fell over the haven and the air filled with the telltale hum of an airship's engines. he stood on the rock of the haven, watching the craft lower to the ground and its bay door open into a ramp - someone was disembarking the ship, this wasn't a case of a platoon of mts getting dropped for recon.

and that someone had kaleb inwardly grimacing. ulldor. well, this had been inevitable eventually, and kaleb just found himself thankful that reno wasn't present on the hunt - that would have a shitshow. not that this was going to end much better. the hunter motioned for the others to stay on the haven as he dropped down onto the grass and dirt surrounding the raised rock.

holding out his hand, kaleb nodded his head, ' kaleb ulric. ' as if ulldor didn't know that. the real question was whether he had made the connection between him and sarah. hopefully not, sarah said she hadn't spoke much of her family and personal life while she had toiled for the empire, there hadn't been much use in doing so when she had believed them dead.

' i hope you don't take it as a slight, general. times have just been harder since what happened in insomnia ... most outposts have seen an influx of refugees and us hunters are spread thin trying to keep them city-folks safe and feed a lot of hungry mouths. '

his eyes flitted to the silent contingent of mts who stood watch behind their general and kaleb felt unease prickle across the back of his neck - this was not a good situation. if he played a card wrong, he could be responsible for all the hunters behind him getting hurt or killed.

their safety depended on kaleb's ability to lie and hold his tongue. so the galahdan arched his brows into a deep furrow, his head canting to the side as he did his best to seem perturbed by ulldor's words.

' abducted how? with respect, general, your garrisons and strongholds always seemed pretty impenetrable to me, but if you've got a picture of your metalsmith, i'll be sure to keep our hunters on the lookout for them? '

[apricot-tarot]

PAC READING: YOUR NEXT LOVE RELATIONSHIP

Click on the ‘KEEP READING’ to go to your pile.

To anyone who does this reading, I would love and appreciate any kind of feedback.

Choose the pile that calls you in. I feel like it would help you to click on the picture, it would make it easier to concentrate and pick the pile that is meant for you. It is a general reading so take what resonates for you.

This reading includes two parts. Part I is about the relationship itself. Part II is about how you will feel in the relationship. I can’t count how many times I wrote the word “relationship”, I think I overdid it lol.

DISCLAIMER- Tarot is not a substitution for medical, financial or legal advice.

Image Credits: Images were generated via Wombo.art

Enjoy✨

Pile 1

The Relationship: 9 of Wands Rx, 4 of Wands Rx, King of Pentacles Rx

The relationship will not be all flowers and rainbows. In itself the relationship will not have a strong foundation and it will be kind of tedious. There will be trust issues, selfishness, jealousy. Overall this is not the best, as you can see. This relationship will just have a lot of issues because of old wounds that the partners are carrying over and bringing into this union. I think this relationship won’t really be a long-term one. If you guys decide to be for a long time together, it will require a lot of work from both of you. There will not be a lot of fond memories to remember afterwards. It’s a little toxic tbh. I don’t want to sugarcoat things just for the sake of it. Also this is a general reading which means that the energy of the spread is showing the overall energy of pile 1, so don’t fret yourself. It really depends on how this might actual manifest in real life (if it does). It’s just that the cards that I got show this. Anyway, in this relationship there is this sense that the partners have so many guards up that they will eventually cause harm to the union. Also, you two might not take well any advice from others.  

How will you feel in the relationship: The Magician Rx, High Priestess

I do think that this relationship is meant to strengthen your intuition and just make you realize what you actually need and want. It's sort of a "passage". You will realize that you weren’t really ready for this relationship. I think you will feel as if you now know what you actually want in love or even just in general in life. This relationship will make you feel limited. You will also feel like this is not what you wanted or imagined, and I think this is what will trigger that “realization” in you regarding what you want, need and what is best for you. With the High Priestess here, I think it is very important to follow your gut feeling. Your intuition will not lie to you. 

Pile 2

The Relationship: 7 of Pentacles Rx, The Hermit, King of Pentacles Rx

The relationship in itself will feel draining. As if yours and your partners' efforts are not being fruitful. A lonely and isolating one. I think maybe it will be over the internet and with Covid, you won't be able to meet. It fits with the energy of the spread. It could be a long-distance relationship that will require effort to keep. This is just an example based on the energy of the spread. It’s that kind of “obstacle”. Because of this isolation and lack of progress there will be moments of doubts and jealousy. The relationship does not offer a lot of security. The partners might feel that this relationship is not fulfilling and you guys will question at some point wondering if it is really worth it. You two will make efforts though, that’s for sure. The bad thing here is that all this suffering will not be shared/talked about. Both of you will go through the internal turmoil alone. It’s best to share with it each other, at the end of the day you are in this together. I also think that not many people will know of your connection at first. You will keep it hush hush till you two make sure that a much more stable future lies ahead. 

How will you feel in the relationship: 8 of Swords, The Lovers

I think you would feel as if your love is being tested. You will really like this person, you will feel that it is destiny. Now, the 8 of Swords imagery might not be the best but it actually makes a lot of sense when you take in consideration the "relationship" in itself. You will feel as if you are going in blindly in this relationship, you will not really know where it is going despite your strong feelings, so of course you will overthink it. You will also consider ending it but I don't think you will be able to do so, since you really are into this person. Maybe some will end it, but the majority will stick till the end and try their best despite everything. It’s that kind of love story that you need to stick through the tough times and then get to enjoy it the “honeymoon” or the good times. Now the situation varies but in general you will give it a try for the other person and for what you two feel for each other and then if it is meant to be will be and if it is not...then it is not. 

Pile 3

The Relationship: The Emperor Rx, Page of Wands, 6 of Wands

Before we start, I need to specify that I did not ask about the relationship dynamic (meaning partner 1 and partner 2 or the dynamic between the two) but how the relationship itself feels or how it can be described, in a nutshell what it is all about. If we were talking about dynamics, with the Emperor rx here and the Page of Wands, we would have been dealing with some sort of power imbalance and all that. However here I strongly believe that because of the way I posed the question and did the reading we are dealing with something else. 

This relationship it’s about one or both people letting go of control. I believe that this relationship involves people that are guarded when it comes to love and this relationship will be one where they kind of let go of that “controlling” attitude and just give love a chance hence the energy following Emperor Rx (especially the Page of Wands).  It is a relationship that has a fresh and playful vibe to it. A lot of passion and a desire to explore love. It’s just that there is this want and desire, curiosity even, to discover the physical aspect of a love relationship. I guess for a lot of you this is going to be your first relationship or your first “real” relationship. It’s that kind of excitement and curiosity, so even if that is not the case, there is that sort of vibe. I think this might be the pile of late bloomers. It’s a relationship that is going to be supported by you two (like you will make efforts here) and it has you and your partner feel a sense of achievement. Just the fact that this relationship is happening has you two up in the clouds. However, the Emperor card is still a strong card to get and in reverse, the tendency of just getting controlling and guarded will show up here and there, it’s hard to let go of old patterns you know. 

How will you feel in the relationship: King of Swords Rx, Queen of Wands

You will be letting a little bit of your logical approach go in this relationship and you will be embracing the Queen of Wands energy. You will feel powerful, confident and strong. You will feel that passion and chose to embrace it and live it. You will feel desired. The relationship is going to make you feel fulfilled and happy. However, you will be prone to becoming selfish and cold in your low moments. There is also this feeling of being too head over heals lol. Anyway, I think in this relationship you will bloom, you will let yourself just be which will result into you becoming this confident and strong person. I believe that this relationship will teach you a lot about yourself and about love, this is my hunch. Last thing, be careful not to become too controlling and fall into that rabbit hole. 

Pile 4

For pile 4, while I shuffling a single card fell out that I did not include in the reading but it made me laugh cause it was the Knight of Wands. This is just a fun little note but it could also be that you want to be in a relationship and are getting a little impatient or maybe my deck meant that will happen very soon for a lot of those who chose this pile. Knight of Wands in terms of timing literally means very very soon. So, pile 4 if you get into a relationship in a few weeks, come back here and tell me okay bcs that Knight of Wands was not just a card falling out. Don’t forget.

The Relationship: 7 of Wands, King of Cups, The Fool

The relationship will not start or be on equal footing. However this is an emotionally mature one, so whatever differences there might be, they will not cause drama. Having a different viewpoint or wish will not ignite fights. A relationship that is protected by the partners, people meddling with your relationship will be dealt with. There is emotional maturity mixed with this feeling of being in a relationship that represents the start of something new for the partners. It will be the start of a new era and you will be up for the journey and with the King of Cups you guys will be secure in what doing. We have devotion here. As I said, there is an healthy emotional balance that will really help the relationship get through any issues or work out any differences that there will be between you two (cause there will be). This will also help you guys be secure enough to live out your love and enjoy your time together. The excitement of the beginning will not disappear, it will prevail. The sparks and the butterflies will be there every day in a way or another, this relationship will not go stale. 

How will you feel in the relationship: 9 of Swords Rx, Temperance

I think in this relationship you will somehow be able to find a balance, some sort of inner peace. Whatever worries you might have,  you will be able to process them. Your worries and your anguish will start to fade. I don’t think that the cards that we got here are only “speaking” on how you will feel in this relationship but it is also giving a peak into your life in general. So looking at these two cards, gives me the impression that you have struggled with stress and...to put it simply life has not been easy. So this relationship will make you  feel like you have put an end to some hard times. This might have be directly related to you being in this relationship or maybe not, it depends. I do think that this energy is not necessarily related to you not being single anymore, it has more to do with you as a person. However, to get back to the relationship, there is that healing energy that you will feel in your core. It’s like your spirit can now relax. You will still be prone to getting into that overthinking mode but know that you will be so much better at handling it. As I said before, you will be able to process whatever you will be thrown to you. This relationship will have you be at peace. 

[tteokdoroki]

an ode to winter | dabi.

♡ pairing: dabi/touya todoroki x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 14.1K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: manga war arc!au, single-parent!au, unplanned pregnancy!au,  angst, fluff, smut.

♡ summary: touya todoroki had broken a lot of things, your heart, promises, your window a few times, but you swore he'd never leave your child feeling that way. but when he wants back into your life, will he take no for an answer? And do you even want to say it?

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, ( literally 5k of it ), MANGA SPOILERS IN THE EXTENDED ENDING,  mentions of pregnancy, mentions of semi-toxic!relationships, struggling with parenting, blackmail ??,   unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, losers ), handjobs, oral sex ( female receiving ), fingering ( female receiving ),  choking, branding, squirting, spit!kink, needy touya lol <3

♡ author’s note(s): OK so this started out as a fic for my bestie @ozzy-bozzy​ but then turned into this long ass vent fic bc i do be struggling!! i’ve barely written for touya so apologies if his character is off. special thanks to @bakugous-trauma for beta reading n @doinmybesthere for the summary and beta reading and thanks for 4.7K MWAH <3

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the snow had fallen heavy that day, its flakes dancing along the window panes while you’d brought her into the world. you hated the cold, the way it nipped at your nose and stung at your cheeks, how it could freeze over a heart so badly that it would take years to thaw it out. you’d complained about the ice sheets that frosted your windows to the doctors, the ones on the roads too, but they’d simply wrote it off as your anxieties related to bringing kori home for the first time in such weather.

funnily enough, your daughter much resembled the cold in many ways. you’d named her ‘kori’; meaning ice, since her hair was white as the crisp blanket of winter outside and her eyes a piercing shade of aqua marine, that for a while, had no meaning written behind them except for a cool curiosity that you knew didn’t come from your side of the family. she wasn’t warm either, the first time you held her, her flesh against yours was almost a painful spark of frostbite— you expected that it was related to the lineage she came from too.

you thought that you’d resent kori when she was born; for the struggles that her new life had brought to you. you’d given birth alone and afraid, having lost friends and contact with your family due to keeping your pregnancy a secret. if they had known who caused you to end up in this situation in the first place, you were sure you’d have lost them all anyways. you hadn’t a chance to attend maternity classes due to the hours you worked in order to ensure yourself and your child’s financial security. although, prior to her arrival, dabi had told you that if you chose to give your daughter the todoroki name; you both would be looked after when the right time came.

and like a fool in love, you’d believed him, avoiding the apologetic gazes of the doctors and midwives who’d delivered your baby as you filled out her paperwork and birth certificate. one nurse even asked you if you wanted to contact endeavour for support, and you couldn’t blame her— the rumours of your child potentially being that of natsuo todoroki’s had spread fast through the hospital and it was a given, figuring his bad boy college reputation. natsuo and his ventures into the college life were no stranger to the media, so it didn’t surprise you nor the doctors to believe that this wasn’t the first time a girl had given birth alone to a todoroki child. you suspected that if there were any, enji todoroki would have paid them off.

so you let them believe what ever false truth that might have plagued the hospital walls about yourself and your daughter— not having the heart to tell them that you’d probably receive a much larger sum of money to keep hush about the child that you mothered and the child who’s father belonged to endeavour’s deceased, eldest son.

so you realised, thumb held by the chubby hand of your sweet infant girl; that you couldn’t hate her for the mistakes you’d made and the mess you’d become tangled up in— you could only promise to do your best in raising her despite the odds and difficult circumstances, you could give her the life and childhood that her father never had but most certainly deserved.

“miss yn...”

your midwife; himari enters the room, calling for you— tearing your gaze away from the hypnotising sea-foam eyes belonging to your daughter, the way she looked at you only reminding you of dabi. you’d told him once that his eyes always took you to the mediterranean sea, to which he’d laughed and mentioned you’d never seen it before. when the pair of you realised that this was true, the boy with the black hair and intoxicating stare made an oath to you, that he would take you there someday so you could bask in the warm sun and dip your toes into the clear oceans. you only hoped that this oath still remained true.

“miss yn...” himari tries again, this time stepping further into your hospital room. your thoughts had carried you so far away that you hadn’t realised how close she’d gotten as she lingered by your cot. her hands lay flat against her pale blue uniform, nails you note—neatly trimmed— and a smile that would have made you feel comfortable had you not known she’d volunteered to care for you because she too believed she’d be paid off by endeavour. you almost felt bad that she thought the silly lie was true and that she had a shot at a big time bonus but it was funny to think that no one would believe her when she eventually took to the news to claim that she cared for the next heir of the todoroki empire. “it’s says here, that kori is scheduled for feeding— i was wondering if you wanted to continue breast feeding or try pumping a bottle or two today?”

chewing on the inside of your cheek, you hum with hesitance. feeding kori was something you’d never discussed with dabi, some of the nurses had assured you that it was possible for you to do both— so that you could grow closer to your daughter and form a tight bond whilst also giving the opportunity to others to feed her when need be. there weren’t many others, but you figured that dabi might want to give bottle feeding a whirl when he finally returned from the league business. the business that had made him miss his little girl’s birth.

kori gargles from hunger in your arms, drawing your attention back to her tiny form. a stray strand of hair curls against her forehead from underneath her blankets and swaddling— the end you notice has a slight tint of red to it. the icy shell around your heart thaws. glancing back up to himari; you grin with a decision in mind. “i’d like to try breast feeding again, we can use the pump tomorrow.” you say, voice quiet.

“do you need any help getting her to latch?” your midwife asks, aiding you into a comfortable position to feed kori.

“no,” you smile after getting settled, pushing down your gown to expose your breast to your little girl. “i’ve got her, i can take care of her.”

you say the words more so to yourself than to himari, a hidden reassurance that you’re more than capable of raising your daughter on your own.

for now at least.

that winter, dabi never came home.

the snow melts, the flowers bloom and the seasons change. your daughter grows with the swift transition of the weathers too, her hair is a little longer now but the small curl of red against her forehead remains hidden and the same. her eyes open wider, still that deep shade of ocean blue, she can sit up on her own, throws toys out of her crib  and her favourite movies are bambi and bambi two. they’re the only things that she watches, which you hate, because they remind you of her. an innocent child who loses one parent and is left in the care of the emotionally closed off other.

you hadn’t realised how much you would need dabi, but still he is nowhere to be seen.

raising kori on your own proves a challenge, especially now that she’s a little bigger— it was easy after she was born; she was quiet and only made a fuss when she was hungry or needed to be changed. went down easy too, that was until her wails reared their ugly head as soon as the colder parts of winter hit. no matter what you did, the girl would cry for hours on end until her face would hurt from how scrunched it was and her fingers would turn red from the grip she had on your hands.

since her birth, you and kori had to move three times due to the noise complaints about her consistent crying throughout the day, evening and night. by the time february rolled around, you’d ended up in an apartment not so far from dabi’s old neighbourhood— it was a shitty area with high crime rates and an eerie feel to it that made you clutch your purse tighter when you walked home from the late night shifts— you had never had any intentions to raise kori in a dump like this, you wanted a better life for her than what dabi had, but your shabby two bedroom apartment in the dark side of town would be enough for now.

the rent was cheap since your current boss at the local grocers market was close friends with the building manager, but your boss was also a sleaze who thought offering you an extra 10% off of your weekly shop and an expired coupon for the coffee joint down the street would be enough to get into your pants. he was just another thing on your list that you hated about the world, about the current life you lead but you needed to keep him close to keep your rent low and a roof over your head.

besides, it had been a few days since you last saw him at work— the asshole was probably taking a few days to himself while you and your colleagues practically ran the store.

you can’t leave kori with a sitter; they never worked with her. your daughter was far too temperamental for the average person and would spend one night with her before taking their pay and quitting. the only person able to handle your beloved little girl was the old lady who lived two floors above yours, mrs. yamamoto. she was a sweet woman, widowed by fifteen years and had taken a liking to kori that one time you’d helped with her groceries when she couldn’t make it out in the february winter after your little girl was born.

it seemed kori liked mrs yamamoto as well, she was only ever quiet in the woman’s presence and you put it down to how high she had the heat up in her apartment. one time, it was up so high the power in the building went out for an entire night— which was hell for you since kori wouldn’t stop bawling. however; you appreciated the help, you’re sure that without the help of the elder woman you would have been far under the surface— drowning in regret.

but sometimes, it’s easy for the darker emotions to slip through the cracks— take a choke hold over your sanity. there would be nights where guilt would consume you and tears would flow heavily down your cheeks while your daughter slept. it was hard being alone, no one to confide in about the troubles of parenting or to reassure you that you were doing a good job at taking care of your child.

it didn’t help that winter was coming up again, kori’s first birthday fast approaching. the sudden milestone only made you wish that dabi was around more — it hurt you to know that there was possibility he’d run out on you and his responsibilities as a father but part of you believed that your lover was better. the eldest todoroki son appeared way too excited throughout your pregnancy to leave you with nothing.

despite not being able to make it to appointments due to his criminal nature, dabi had somehow manged to find the money to get you a 4D ultra sound of your baby, telling you a few odd jobs here and there allowed him to scrape the cash together. you never asked what it was that he did, afraid of what you might find in the eyes of the man that you loved so much.

why did you allow yourself to love a man who wouldn’t have given you the time of day if he hadn’t broken into your home? his seafoam eyes a glowing shade as he threatened your life through shards of broken glass and then wails of cop sirens outside. were you just as broken as he? had you not realised it yet? you could blame this whole mess on the fact that he kept coming back, but you always let him back in. dabi was a broken man who only knew blood and grit and grime and you were the girl with a chance to lead a normal life— yet you poured all of your heart and all of your soul into loving him because you were so sure that you could fix him.

and every single time you’d convinced him, convinced yourself that what you had could be normal and domestic— dabi would slip between your sheets, pinning you to your bed with your name heavy on your lips and the emotion of love painted into the turquoise flecks in his eyes. they burned with passion while his heated cock sunk between your plush thighs and welcomed him into your warmth. the moans you’d share while your skin slapped together, creating a bubble of safety where you were the only two people on the world.

dabi made promises against your swollen lips as his fingers swirled hidden messages of desire into your slick, puffy clit. he couldn’t give you the ring, the wedding or the house with the white picket fence and dog barking at the post man in the front yard— but he could give you every part of him from the good to the bad, the beautiful to the ugly and he would seal that promise with a throaty groan of ‘you are mine and i am yours...’ into your ear as you came together.

but it seemed that like all things, dabi’s promises were broken like shattered glass— never meant to be kept or eternalised. the shards cut your delicate fingers, the pain numbed as you were left to pick up the pieces and be strong for the small life you were now responsible for.

you were careful to not let the door fly in and hit the wall opposite as you unlocked it, stumbling into your two bedroom with kori’s chubby legs locked around your hips and bag full of groceries in your other hand. “look princess,” you coo down at your daughter sweetly, watching as she drools all over your staff lanyard from work. “we’re home!” bending down, you dropped the produce off by the door before heading off to your living room area, propping kori in front of her toy mat.

smiling down at her, you brush the pure white hair that curls over her cobalt eyes and kiss her freckled cheeks— heart swooning at the way kori giggles in your arms. she’d been on her best behaviour the entire week, keeping out of trouble with the staff at her daycare and mrs yamamoto in the place upstairs, so it was only right that you treat her.

“you hungry babygirl? want mommy to make your favourite, hm?” kori is barely old enough to talk aside from a few babbles and repeats of mama but that doesn’t stop you from asking.

“mmmamamamaa!!”

you press another kiss to her baby fat cheeks before heading to the kitchen to prepare her favourite dinner— spaghetti. ever since kori started eating her solids, she hadn’t been a picky eater and you noticed that her appetite much resembled dabi’s, who couldn’t afford to be fussy about any of the meals you’d made for him before he disappeared.

making the sauce is easy, a dish you’d prepared from when you were a child and used to cook with your parents— you retrieve the ingredients from the groceries and pull out the stuff you’ll need to cook them. you mince the vegetables easily like you’d been taught as your mind gets away from you.

you wish that dabi was here to enjoy the domesticity of your current life— maybe him being around would lift the dark cloud over your life. sometimes it hurt to know that he would be missing out on moments like this and you could imagine him sitting by the couch while kori played with her toys and you cooked for them both. in this world, he’d laugh at her fascination with colder toys and magnets— make a joke about how much your little girl resembles him and kiss your cheek when you served them both up their favourite meals.

tears pool in your eyes at the thought of your wish never being granted and that’s all it takes for you to slip and cut your finger while chopping up the garlic. “fuck!” you boss, dropping the knife and squeezing your hand around the wounded digit. you know that the clattering of the knife has scared kori, and from the way she looks at you, you can already tell that she’s seen you injure yourself. “god, fuck...that hurt.”

there’s a pause in time, while you rinse your cut under the tap, cold water soothing the sting before kori starts to wail like her life depends on it. in a rush, you grab a tea towel in hopes that it’ll stop the bleeding and head straight for your baby, hoping that you’ll be able to soothe her. by the time you reach kori, her eyes are red with tears and snot dribbles from her nose down to her chin while she babbles loosely all the new words she’s learned— in a whiny tone.  

“baby, don’t cry mommy’s got you,” you murmur to her, reaching out to the little girl with open arms. your heart breaks at the way her bottom lip wobbles in a watery pout. kori crawls into your arms, white mop of soft baby hair buried into the junction between your shoulder and your neck— her tiny body shakes with awful heaves and cries while her tears dampen the old hoodie of her father’s that you wear, effectively ruining the fabric. “come on honey, it’s okay! momma didn’t mean to scare you...”

she snivels in your arms, quiet for only a second while you walk around the apartment bouncing her. walking kori up and down seems to soothe her for the most part, a trick that worked when she was first born and had her horrible crying fits. “good girl, mama’s got you...” you continue to soothe her, brushing a finger under her white lashes to remove her tears. all is well for a second and it seems her tantrum has calmed, until she grabs onto your wounded finger and makes you curse in pain again.

“shit!”

“m-momma-!” kori whimpers, face creasing in pain as her cheeks start to heat up again. you fear that if you don’t do something soon she’ll bust a lung from crying.

you shake your head in an attempt to calm her down, baby sobs striking right through your body and resume bouncing her, hoping that it’ll work. “shhh kori, honey, it’s okay— mommy’s okay and so are you...” in the process of comforting her, you somehow trip over the discarded knife, sending it flying into the cabinets across from the island and making another loud noise that further spooks kori.

at this she screams bloody murder, the sound of her little chest heaving giving you a splitting headache. you were tired, tired of your daughter’s crying , working long hours with no help and raising a child all on your own. you were tired of the pain spreading through your head and your body and your heart. you needed an out or break at the very least.

you should feel guilty for what you’re about to do, heading for the nursery with a heaving baby in your grip. you can’t think of anything better to do than put kori down for a nap and hope that her crying tires her out— you do your best to pry the little girl from clinging onto your clothes and tuck her into her crib as she sniffles, quickly backing out of her room before she can call for you and make you feel even worse than you already do.

you close the door quietly behind you, somewhat sliding down it while your own sobs take over your body— shaking you violently as you hug your knees to your chest. you don’t know how long you sit there, biting your lips and holding onto in your whimpers while tears stream down the apples of your cheeks, but eventually

you find yourself drifting off with dreams of your happy family.

you jump awake a few hours later, surrounded by a thick darkness from the sky outside. the hum of the city streets helps to bring you back down to earth as you rub the sleep from your puffy eyes and blink away the exhaustion. you don’t quite remember when you’d fallen into a slumber but you figure that kori must have eventually, judging by the quietness that surrounds your apartment.

the blanket of the night allows your guilt to burn brightly in your chest— you shouldn’t have left her alone. scrambling to your feet, you stumble over to the kitchen counter and grab your phone to read the time. 11:06pm. it’s just about time that you check on your daughter, but with two steps of heading to the nursery and you’re met with foreign sound that doesn’t quite fit in with the usual creaks and squeaks of your apparent.

happy gurgles belonging to your baby creep out from underneath her bedroom door, low humming or singing to accompany her sweet sound. humming that you don’t recognise. with a pang of fear to your heart, you reach for the knife on your kitchen floor as a weapon of defence— this would go down nicely with the police. a single mother on self defence...yeah, that could work out.

the knife shakes in your hand as you approach kori’s nursery, barely steady even when you push open the door.

“...touya?”

nothing could prepare you for what you’d see after walking into that room but when your eyes fall witness to your love standing in the centre of the room with a little tuft of white hair cradled to his bare chest. the air around you tingles with warmth as if dabi has heated the place up with his quirk and your little girl curls into him as if she’s known him all her life. but she hadn’t, he hadn’t.

all at once, your heart heals just as it breaks— it’s been so long since you’ve seen the villain that you can’t help but notice all the changes in him, the way his eyes droop a little more with exhaustion and his hair dusted with a the slightest bit of white. he was noticeably thinner too, maybe from being away from a warm bed and good food for too long...so a half of you was relieved that he was home, the other— hurt and betrayed.

“hey beautiful,” dabi’s timbre voice fills your entire being, stimulating your senses into a dull tingle. his lips a drawn into soft smirk as he rocks kori back and forth, your  baby’s eyes flutter with the gentle indication of sleep. “how’ya been?”

if you weren’t frozen in shock, you would have given the villain a piece of your mind. how dare he...after all this time apart from you, from his daughter...ask how you were doing? your eyes flutter to the open window behind the oldest todoroki son, as if you need to look away from him to convince yourself he’s real and he won’t disappear when you look back.

proven right by meeting the cool, chartreuse sea of his eyes— your throat runs dry as all you’d ever dreamed of saying in this moment, flees from your mind. “what are you doing here?” you say, trying to sound firm even though your voice falls through.

touya stays quiet, twirling a long finger through the small curls on his—your daughter’s head. “i was in the neighbourhood.” he mumbles, gaze tearing away from you to focus on the content infant he has in his arms.

you should feel angry, you should be screaming and kicking at dabi— forcing him out of your home with your child safe in your own arms but your body doesn’t will you to. hurt seeps through your veins at the casual aura in his tone. of course dabi would treat the situation as if it never existed and that he’d been with you the whole time. the pain of seeing him with her as if he’d been in kori’s life from the very start wraps around your heart in a poisonous grip and squeezes hard until you’re choking back a sob, letting it sit in the base of your throat.

you refuse to break in front of him.

“you need to go. you need to put her down and you need to leave.” you attempt to assert yourself in a harsh bark, almost making dabi jump. he’d never seen you like this before, but then again he hadn’t seen you in a year. he could only imagine what motherhood had done to you, especially facing it on your own. touya hesitates, kori shifting in his soft grip— one he didn’t even know that he had as a villain but you steady yourself and repeat your words. “touya, i said you need to leave.”

“why? so you can fall asleep and leave her crying on her own again?” the villain spits out, harsher than he intended. he watches your face fall and your body curl in on itself and he feels bad. dabi had promised you a lot of things since realising he loved you, and not hurting you like his father hurt his mother was one that he’d just broken. relenting, the dark haired villain eases kori from his pec and tucks her into her crib.

there’s a beat of silence and then. “i’m sorry.”

“you should be.”

“yn,” he sighs, running a hand through the light roots of his hair as he leans over his child’s crib. the young father tilts his head, scanning kori’s face while he identifies every characteristic she has from the family he’d done his best to free himself of.   “i’m sorry, it’s just— just that she was cold and crying, so i took off my shirt and held her and she warmed up and—“ dabi pauses his quiet rambling, finally looking up from the slumbering baby tucked away into powder blue silk and locks eyes with you. “and she probably has my mom’s shitty quirk. and i can’t get over how much she looks like them, how big she’s gotten.”

touya finds his shirt after admitting that, throwing on the thin white material before closing the window he came through. he moves with the swiftness that comes with his job, and it’s almost peaceful to watch. you stay plastered by the door, torn between falling right into the palm of his hand and demanding the answers that you and your daughter deserve.

it makes you feel a little sick when he gazes down at kori with pride, it makes you queasy at how easy she was to handle to him. touya todoroki doesn’t know half of what it was to raise his child...but did that make you a bad mother? was there something he shared with kori that you didn’t? dabi hadn’t known what it was to love someone other than himself until he’d met you, but you’d spent your entire life around family and friends who took care of you and made you feel cherished every day. you had all of that before you had dabi, and you’d given it all up for him.

shouldn’t you be the one to easily put your daughter down for a nap? to soothe her tears? and for him to come so briskly into your lives and take care of it all when he doesn’t even know what you’d been through, hurts most of all.

“you don’t even know her,” you start, tremble to your bottom lip as the sob in your throat builds up and threatens to burst. “you never saw her after she was born, never cut the cord, never knew her weight. you don’t know how tiny she was when she came into the world, you don’t know because you didn’t come!” with each word, stray tears manage to escape from your tired eyes, but you’re too fixated on dabi to bother to wipe them. it hurts to cry, it stings even as they stream down the apples of youth cheeks but you don’t move.

“yn, sweetness, i—“

“i know how much she weighed when she was born, four pounds and thirteen ounces. she was so tiny i was scared that she would break—“ you’re gasping now, almost choking yourself out on the pain that burns brightly in your lungs and claws its way up your throat. “i know her favourite foods, what fabrics irritate her skin, her favourite stuffed toys, how she likes to be swaddled in her blankets at night or that her curls make her face itch but they’re practically untameable.”

you start to heave, losing breath with every word and dabi does nothing but watch, keeping an eye on kori to make sure she stays sleeping as he steps towards you. “i know that i love her more than i’ve loved anything in my entire life, despite how much i suffered alone bringing her into this world. and i know that i named her kori after the ice that frosted the windows of my hospital room while i waited for... you.”

touya remains emotionless while you descend into madness, letting you cry it out. “i’ve been watching...”

you want to scream, beat his chest and blame him for how insane you’ve become. “watching isn’t enough touya, she needed you. i-i needed you.” you whimper, falling limp against the door frame as your hands move threateningly towards your hair as if you’re going to rip it out from the root. “...you couldn’t come and visit? not once i-in the eleven months that she’s been alive? not once while she’s been breaking me down and giving—“

“giving you a hard time? i tried, i took care of you from afar...i’m the one who made your boss disappear. the one who put his hands on you.” dabi sneers towards the end of his once gentle words, standing a breaths width away from you. you hate that you crave the same touch from him as he gave to kori, but you’re still so mad at him.

eventually, it all becomes too much and you succumb to the tears that wrack your exhausted body. you sway with each choked wail that tumbles from between your chapped lips and dabi surges forward to catch you after kicking the knife from earlier away, letting you sink into the warmth of his embrace. he feels like home, smells like safety and not a word is uttered as he brings you to the floor and cradles you like he did with his daughter.

dabi doesn’t need to say sorry when he shows you through how close he holds you to his heart.

when you finally calm down, dabi lifts you bridal style to your bathroom and draws you a bath with the salts and lavender extract from the cupboard above the sink. neither of you speak except for when he softly offers to help you undress— to which you decline— and when he tells you he’s going to fix something to eat.

you knew damn well that the villain could not cook, he hadn’t been when he was little since endeavour took away the entirety of his childhood and you’d only taught him the basics when he was still on the run and stopped by your place from time to time. his favourite thing back then had been to watch you cook to the weird music you kept playing, hips swaying to the beat and a sparkle in your eyes— but you didn’t do that anymore, he could tell those days were long gone.

dabi orders in takeout in the end and you have half a mind to curse him out for using your money— but the day’s events have exhausted you beyond your wits end, so you eat with him in silence atop your double bed after dressing in an old shirt of his. “stay the night.” is what you tell him, scared that he’ll leave. he puts his cigarette out on your balcony. the doors usually stayed locked so kori couldn’t crawl out on her own but you opened it for him since dabi liked to smoke and you hated the ash.

he promised to quit back then, and he hadn’t now.

“i’ll stay.” dabi says, throwing the butt over the ledge and stripping his clothes as he follows you to bed. he decides not to mention he wanted to stay anyway. you peel back the covers enough for him to slip in behind you, heated arms wrapping around your waist and settling on your tummy, where he rubs small patterns into your skin. the villain’s chest is  overwhelmingly warm against your back— reminding you of the days where you would spoon and he’d wait with baited breath for kori to kick.

both of you lay together, wide awake in the dark for goodness knows how long. touya’s breath balmy against the nape of your neck and if you focused hard enough, you could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin. he pretends to sleep, refusing to acknowledge that his proximity to you affects him in the worst of ways— evident in how his prominent hard on presses against the swell of your ass.

rolling over, your heart skips a beat at the way your love’s eyes still manage to glow brightly in the dark— ignited by the flames of his quirk and emotions of angst from the past.

they flicker as he looks to you, pale skin illuminated by the silver moon slipping in from your balconies, scars as enticing as ever. tentatively, you reach a hand out to cup his face, not kidding the apprehension that paint his matured features even as you run your fingers down the scars on his jaw. “been a while since we’ve been like this,” is all you can muster up, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek while your free hand snakes between your bodies in an attempt to pleasure the man.

fear strikes you right in the chest, leaving you panting as dabi flips you onto your back quickly, pinning your wrists against the bed. “don’t,” he growls, almost feral in tone and in his eyes. “don’t do something you might regret in the morning.”

you lay still, staring at the man above you in an attempt to read him. doing so had always been hard, but tonight you can see every detail of his life and every part of him.  the fear of being his father and disappointing another group of people, a broken man torn between the people he loved and the life he led— you could finally see him. you wondered if it hurt him to be away from you and his child, if he ever thought of you.

you take a deep breath, fabric of the sheets fuzzy in your ears as you shake your head up at him. “i could never regret being with you,” you sigh, dabi’s gaze lowering. “i just need you...”

your proclamation is all the permission dabi needs before he ascends on your neck, almost whimpering at the taste of your skin against his tongue. you know that he’s avoiding your lips, scared that things may not feel the same if he kisses you there— as if your love might have fizzled out from the months that you’ve been apart. the villain’s mouth is hot against your skin, sharp teeth sinking into the column of your throat— it’s not hard for him to find the spots that make your back arch and body tingle, the dark haired man  would be embarrassed to admit that he had your body mapped out in his brain. you were all that he thought about in the months between then and now.

you miss his lips, but you fear that if you push your love to far he’ll clam up and withdraw from you completely. you can’t lose him while you have him now. in the meantime, your bodies press against one another hotly, burning while dabi paints shades of blue and purple deeper than his eyes against your flesh before lapping at each love bite with an odd tenderness people wouldn’t think he possessed at first glance. as he works, touya loses grip on your wrists, allowing them free roam across the expanse of his back.

your nails leave light tracks across his back, trailing up from his muscled back to the nape of his neck— curling in the white roots of his hair in an attempt to tug him up to your lips. “baby,” the old pet name tumbles from between them before you can catch yourself, laboured from where you’re short of breath. “please kiss me, please..”

with newly mussed hair, dabi is still for a moment before leaving one last mark at where your jaw meets your neck— wet tongue lolling over the fresh bruise while his large palm move back to cup your head. a thumb belonging to a scared hand runs over your bottom lip, pulling the plump flesh down while he watches your face for a reaction. “are you sure that’s what you want, beautiful?” the villain chuckles into the dark of the night, pink muscle running over his own lips to wet them in anticipation. “you want your man to kiss you?”

your senses go into overdrive, desperate for any kind of contact from the man above you— he feels so close and yet, a million miles away, even with his body making its way between your thighs and your chests pressing together eagerly.

“touya—“ you breathe, barely able to finish your sentence before the man himself delves deep into your mouth. his lips move with hesitance at first, sucking on yours slightly and parting for air more often than he should but you grip him by the whites of his hair firmly and tug him further into the kiss. your tongue dances along the seam of his lips, prying them open as you seek permission for entrance— dabi groans lowly as you tug on his roots and force your way into his mouth, tasting him as if it were your last time.

you swallow each of his moans that mingle softly with your own, while your tongues dance together messily— the kiss were and sloppy as if the two of you were out of practice. your worries fly out of the window from there, it’s good to know that neither of you had been with others during your time apart instead you feel like a teenager making out with their highschool crush for the very first time. dabi’s hips rut into the plush bed beneath you both and you can tell that even the slightest touches are riling him up beyond belief— it’d been almost a year since he’d felt you against him in any way and it didn’t help that you were so ready to accept him.

that you still wanted him.

whimpering at the thought, the villain pauses against your lips to catch his breath— panting softly. you can feel him pulling away, questioning if he deserves to be with you after everything he’d put you through. so, cupping dabi’s jaw, you let your free hand slip between your heated bodies and glide your fingertips along the waist band of his sweats.

“yn, i ain’t so sure about this,” dabi sighs, body twitching at the proximity of your hands to his hardness, his eyelids flutter shut and lock away his beautiful blue eyes— holding fear, insecurity and desire. “what if ya’still regret this later on?”

smiling up at him, you thumb at his cheek and work your hand deeper into his pants, past his underwear. “you’ve been away too long baby, i would regret not being with you more,” you coo up at him just as you grasp at his hardened length, watching as dabi shudders in your grip. his cock leaks hotly against your soft palm from going untouched for so long, your fingers explore him— tracing down the thick veins on the underside of his length. “let me make you feel good tonight.”

“fuck, sweetness. talk pretty with that filthy fuckin’ mouth of yours.” touya breathes heavily against your mouth, both of yours falling open in hot moans. cheekily, you run a thumb over his tip, circling the slit at the top. dabi collapses on top of you, burying his mop of salt and pepper hair into your neck as he drives his hips into your hand at his own leisurely pace. “y’better live up to those words—shit, don’t go letting me down, princess.” jade orbs finally open, heavy with lust and desire as the air around you tingles with a newfound desire to make each other feel good, settling on the planes of your marked and scratched skin.

your grip around dabi tightens while he fucks into your closed fist, wet sounds filling the room from where he leaks at his bright red tip— almost hot as his hands that dance up your sides and tenderly touch at your hips. so unsure, yet so needy. clear, thick precum guides the movement of your hand as it slides up and down your lover’s girth— he’s much bigger than you remember, swollen with an impending orgasm and dabi stutters when you reach further down his boxers to grip at weighty balls full of his seed, just about ready to burst.

he howls from deep within his chest, the noise only muffled from the drool that glides across his tongue before the villain’s wandering and scarred palms stop at your rib cage, settling just under your breasts. you don’t bother to stop pleasuring him even as his quirk ignites, blue flames burning right through your night shirt to expose your skin to the cool night air.  without even a second thought, dabi’s mouth ascends on your tits, taking one into the hot cavern while his free hand seers marks over the other.

the thought have being branded by your man makes your hips jump and your hand squeeze his cock in your grip— a reminder of what’s to come later on. his strawberry tongue rolls across your hardened nipple and you yelp in surprise with the sudden feeling of cool metal across the exposed flesh. “y-you have your tongue pierced?” you squeal as dabi repeats his actions, loving the way you arch your back into his mouth and your heart rate speeds up.

“never know when a bit of metal’s gonna come in handy, sugar tits.”

you barely have time to formulate a response before your boyfriend’s mouth is back on you, biting and sucking and marking your raw flesh like a man starved of his last meal— you don’t let up either, quickly pumping his cock as he continues to leak, painting your hand with teases of his incoming release. you’re sure that his sweatpants and the sheets below you will be stained with his arousal from how much precum oozes from his dick, slicking up your hands and creating the perfect flashlight but you don’t dare to think of anything else but the way dabi’s face twists with pleasure as he desperately thrusts himself into the softness of your palm.

his cheeks flush red, globs of drool connecting the roof of his mouth to his tongue while his eyes grow fuzzy at each step he takes closer to orgasm, the very drool from his mouth covers each of your breasts as dabi switches between them— creating a layer of wet against your supple skin that shines under the moon. you flick your wrist around him, faster, harder— giving the villain everything you’ve got to make him feel good.

“shit pretty girl, y’gonna make me...cum,” touya shakes in your grip, eyes crossing and tongue becoming lazy against your marked up chest. his salvia pools against your skin while he pants and fucks your wet hand as if it were your pretty little cunt clamping down on him. “fuck, fuck, fuck. don’t you fuckin’ stop, don’t you dare fuckin’ stop...”

he barks out the demands, but there’s a neediness to his tone and whine to his voice that makes you grin with pride, even if you’re barely there from having your nipples stimulated beyond belief. “cum for me touya, please, wanna feel you come undone for me.” you beg him, ever so slightly and it’s just enough to push the villain over the edge, sending him into an earth shattering orgasm. you don’t dare to stop as you jerk him off, guiding down from his high as his cock twitches from release and paints your knuckles with the thick white of his seed. he mewls contendly into your breasts, slowing his hips while the world of colours dance behind his cerulean eyes.

“here with me yet?” you murmur to him, grasping his wild locks to tilt his head up towards your face— dabi looks so blissed out but the smirk on his raw and bitten lips tells you the night is far from over.

pressing a searing kiss to your sternum, your boyfriend’s pierced tongue makes yet another appearance as he trails the muscle down your soft tummy— biting your navel as he goes. “never left gorgeous, but don’t you fucking dare think for a second that this is over, y’got that?” he sits up quickly, grabbing hold of your doughy thighs and using them to pull you down the bed. the pads of his fingers start to burn marks into your skin, dancing along your legs and stopping just above the waistband of your underwear. “gotta stretch this cunt open before i give you my cock, remind you of who the fuck you belong to.”

spreading your thighs nice and wide, you release a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding as dabi’s hands finally come into contact with your slit, prodding at your slick folds from over your panties. lowering his face between your open legs, your boyfriend hums in satisfaction as he peels your sticky panties away from your pussy. “why, babydoll, you’re so fucking wet down here. this can’t all be for me, can it?” touya teases you, hot breath fanning against your unused sex while his fingers play with the string of your slick that coats them. “y’must’ve missed your man badly for your lil cunt to look this fucked up, s’pecially when i haven’t even touched’ya yet.”

you shiver and nod weakly, willing to say or do anything to feel more of your boyfriend against you. “s’all for you dabi, o-only you could get me this wet, n-no one else could take your place...” you mewl, hips bucking into the air while the man himself watches you grow needier and needier, hormones expelled into the air. dabi grins, leaning into your core once more to press his nose into your wetness, sniffing your spiked panties like the dirty man he is— only to then lay his pierced tongue flat against your folds, tracing your hole with the muscle while his nose bumps at your clothed clit.

“saved this all for me, huh? you’re so loyal, sweetness. waiting for me all this time…” he kitten licks at your cunt until you’re writhing amongst the already solid sheets, forcing his spit into your hole from over the thin fabric of your panties, creating a more prominent outline of your puffy lower lips as your thighs quieter around his head. they threaten to close as he works on you through your underwear— teasing and prodding at your sex to see if you respond the same way to his touches as you used to.

you force your shaking through his black and white locks, grabbing hold of his roots in an attempt to pull dabi back to your heat when he lifts his head from between your thighs— pushing your lips into a pout. “no, no no, baby, please— need you to eat my cunt, want your mouth on me, please!” you cry out, but you’re quickly pacified by his scarred hand which cups your pussy— seat of his hand grinding into your clit.

“god, if i had known you were still this eager to fuck me i woulda come home a long time ago, babydoll.” he chuckles, licking up your inner thigh and biting down on the plush flesh. “need’ta get rid of these though, they’re getting in my way.” the villain gestures to your panties, making you watch as his quirk burns it’s way through the silky material until it’s nothing but ash against your sheets. you gasp as soon as your cute little pussy is exposed to the cool air, missing the warmth of touya’s pink tongue against it. “better.” he sneers, eyes bright and glowing in the dark with a new sense of feral desire.

thick digits press into your tight hole at the same time touya takes to sucking on your swollen clit, forcing their way up your velvet walls in search for your pleasure spot. dabi chuckles against your sticky folds as you begin to whine, hips rolling up into your lover’s face while his tongue draws rough patterns onto your bud. you’ve missed him, missed this. the nights where the villain dabi would sneak into your home, becoming your touya todoroki between the four walls that you shared— where you would spend nights seeing stars by his hand or his cock and he would make you his over and over again. the memories have you clamping down on his digits like there’s no tomorrow, greedily sucking them in as he strokes at the walls of your sex and makes your whole body shake.

touya works hard at pleasuring you, apologising for his absence through slurping the juices from your folds only for you to gush and paint his scarred chin with more of your nectar. the way you taste makes him dizzy, he could spend the rest of his life between your thighs and never miss the outside world like he did before tonight. he wants to be good for you, make you feel good too and it’s not enough to feel the ecstasy roll off of your heavenly body in waves— he wants all of you, mind, body and soul to belong to him.

you can barely breathe, leaking with every swipe of his tongue against you and every twist of his fingers inside of you. you can feel everything at once, the euphoria crackling across your brain, high on the way touya makes you feel. “god, t-touya, don’ stop...feel so fucking good…” you heave in a drawn out moan, barely able to tell what’s up and what’s down as the villain pulls his fingers from your slick hole and replaces them with his tongue ( only after they’ve pushed down on your g-spot over and over again ).

“you’re not the one giving orders, sweet stuff, oh no.” dabi reminds you sloppily, looking like a child with no table manners as your nectar smears across his face. for his own satisfaction, he delivers a harsh smack to your pussy, watching as your entire body jolts and jumps up the bed. “your cunt is mine and i’ll do what i want with it, show you how much i missed it.”

his possessive words almost set you off, the knot in your stomach growing tighter with every pinch of your nub and every swirl on his tongue inside your walls, committing every ridge to memory. your body burns and you’re not sure if it’s from dabi pressing against you so hotly or because of the desire that fuels the fire inside you.

“yours, yours, yours!” you chant like a mantra, high pitched and whiny— your voice mixing with the crude sounds of your own pathetic cunt, that grows louder when dabi spits on your clit to add to your wetness. he lets it drip between your folds, fingers to busy with stimulating you to catch it before it slides between your lower cheeks, opting to use his tongue on you instead.

“ya’like that don’t you? missed your whinin’ pretty girl, fuck, even missed making you a fucking mess.” you keen into his touch, babbling incoherent praises to the man between your legs as he spreads you wider by the ass with one hand and forces his fingers back into your cunt with the other. his fingers curl into a come hither motion, repeatedly pressing down on your spongy spot as he sloppily makes out with your puffy nub— taking only one, two, three strokes to make your eyes roll into the back of your skull and your orgasm to wash over you.

your body convulses, shaking as you’re hit hard by your release— juices gushing all over your lover’s face even as he refuses to let up. “t-touya no...no no...can-can’t,” you whinge, tears clumping in your lashes. dabi spreads your lips again, using three digits instead of two to continue stimulating your clit until another release builds up inside your lower belly— clear liquid gushing out of your abused pussy and staining the sheets below.

he hums proudly, pressing a lasting kiss to your fluttering hole before reaching up to your lips to do the same, barely allowing you the time to catch your breath— chest heaving while you come down from your high. “so pretty when you squirt for me like that, sweetness,” dabi moans into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on him. but as soon as he comes, he’s gone— rolling you onto your stomach and lifting your hips so your ass sits in the air for him. “gonna take my cock now, kay?”

“kay,” you mumble into the sheets, brain too  fuzzy to resist as the villain manhandles you the way he wants.

after shoving down his sweatpants, the eldest todoroki grips the peachy soft flesh of your ass— smacking it a few times with his heat activated palms to watch the flesh jiggle and his handprint sink into the skin. you lean back, watching over your shoulder as his cock stands at full attention, hard from seeing you come undone on his fingers and tongue. it burns bright red at the tip, another fat glob of precum making it shine and making you dribble with anticipation. “y’such a fuckin’ slut, my beautiful slut… hungry for my cock even after i’ve wrecked your lil pussy so bad,” dabi says with a cocky lilt to his voice, the very tone making your hole clench around nothing. he taps his sticky cockhead against your slit, running it up and down your cunt three or four times— groaning as it slides between your cheeks. the sensation causes your back to arch as you wail, fingers gripping the bed covers so tight that you almost cause them to tear. “don’t you worry baby, ‘m gonna make up for lost time, you don’t have to miss me anymore.”

there’s a double meaning to his words that you don’t ask him to elaborate on, too caught up in the way he teases your hole as he dips his length in— only to pull it right back out. “don’t tease, need you badly,” you plead, earning yourself another harsh spank to your raw ass cheeks.

“shut the fuck up and let me fuck you,” the words are harsh against his tongue, but dabi utters them softly as he relents to his wishes. his cerulean gaze flutters down to where your bodies begin to join, his large hand gripping his length before he starts to push into your dribbling entrance. “god, you’re s’fuckin’ tight, you might as well be a virgin.” pussy spasming at his words, you leak against touya’s cock, creating a lewd squelching sound as he pushes more of himself into you. the weight of dabi’s thick girth causes painful, yet delicious burn which he eases by rubbing soothing circles into your clit once more. “been s’long, i outta fuck you open again, huh?”

“uhuh, take me again touya. make me yours, all over again.” you slur over the spit drowning your tongue, eyes fluttering shut when the villain’s hips surge forward his dick brushes against your cervix. his rough, calloused palm grabs your neck from behind, forcing you down into the sheets while he bottoms out inside of you and pushes the last of his cock past your entrance. the two of you groan in unison, touya sitting heavy inside of your walls before you muster up the energy to say. “move.”

he doesn’t need to be told twice, whilst dabi was enjoying the feeling of being engulfed by your soft, warm insides— cock twitching in relief from time to time— he finds it within him to pull back from your selfish cunt to thrust into you with all his might. the force pulls a broken squeal from between your bitten and bruised lips, your hips pushing back against dabi to keep him inside of you. the pair of you move in sync, bodies dancing in a sensual grind between lovers that moulds your cunt into the shape of your boyfriend once more. “oh fuck yeah baby, oooh, missed your cunny s’bad…” dabi yowls loudly, listening for the squashy sounds of your sexes moving against one another. “christ, you like when i talk about your pathetic little pussy like this?”

you bite down on your lower lip, embarrassed by your own bleats of pleasure when he degrades you like this. annoyed by your lack of answer, touya grabs onto your hips and pulls you off of his cock, only to slam them back into you seconds later. his pace is unforgiving and relentless from there, forcing your body up the bed with every thrust into your core. “yes! like it, love it, missed your cock so bad touya!” you cry, holding onto the sheets for dear life as his dick drags along your pleasure spots and his hands burn marks into your ass and hips.

weakly, you attempt to match his thrusts. circling the meat of your ass back onto dabi and squeezing around the head of his girth every time it plunges into your sopping pussy. your arousals mix as he pounds away at your hole, a thick string hanging between your bodies and dribbling down your inner thighs, tainting innocent skin. the wet noise reverberates across the room, creating a passionate symphony with dabi’s deep, pitiful moans.

even though it had been a while since the two of you had been intimate like this, dabi still knew all the ways to get your body going. he took you from behind but still let his marred hands wonder and explore the planes of your skin, pinching here and there, marking your body as his to use and his alone. there’s love hidden beneath his rough touches, little signs that he missed having you so close to him— having you split open on his cock while you dripped on his pelvis and ruined your bedsheets, was his own way of unleashing his pent up emotions of love, anger and despair onto you and you wanted it. you wanted his good and his bad while he fucked you like his life depended on it, balls deep inside the pussy of the woman he loved was where he was most vulnerable with you.

“s-shit, sweetness, you’re such a pretty mess, so fucked up on my cock, can feel you clamping around me like my greedy bitch should.” you’re stuffed so full, clenching every time touya drives his cock deeper into your gummy cunt, head prodding at the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. he’s losing his mind at how you choke out his iron hot girth, clear liquid seeping down your thighs at every thrust. “you’re my beautiful brain dead baby, letting me fuck you like this, yeah? missed you baby, missed this,” despite his words, touya is no better than you, mind hazy with thoughts of you creaming around him because of how good he’s made you feel. him, and no one else. you saved yourself for him after all these months, the least he could do was bring you to cloud nine.

he does so by angling his thrusts up to meet your pleasure spot every time, howling your name in the way he knows you like just to feel your hot cunny spew more of your juices out against his tummy. “missed you, thought about this for months,” you lament, elbows that kept you up finally giving out as your body tiredly collapses into the sheets— dabi’s balls still clapping against your ass. he follows you down into bed covers, chest pressing hotly against your back as the jackhammers into you from behind. “thought about your fat cock in my tight pussy, t-touched myself to you...made being alone worth it, made waiting for you to come home worth it. ‘cause i get to see your beautiful face when you fuck me…” you barely register what you’re saying, babbling incorrectly while the temperature of your body rises with your level of arousal.

behind you, touya’s cheeks burn with a new feeling. deep down, all he wanted was to be validated as a lover to you, he’d always been deemed as the bad guy incapable of feeling anything for anyone other than himself. but you, you had proved him wrong so many times and he still found your words hard to believe. yet, it felt good to know how much you loved him. snaking a hand down to your face, the villain squishes your cheeks together and brings you up to his own face despite the arch to your back— he keeps up his sinful pace, your lower cheeks bouncing with every push and pull of his length while he drips a globule of his saliva into your pouting mouth. “shut up,” he grunts harshly, although love is written across his cobalt eyes.

you smile up at him dopily, keeping eye contact with him as you swallow gratefully. “anything for you,” his hands slip from your squashed cheeks to your throat, cupping it as he holds you against him. more arousal pools in your lower stomach, turned on by the thrill of him being able to end your life right then and there, all it would take would be one flame but you know more than anything that dabi loves you and would never hurt you. “i love you, touya todoroki. i a-always will.”

your admission makes dabi’s heart stop in his chest, heated pants tickling your ear as he continues to take you and claim your body as his. with newfound vigor, he links his free hand with yours that lays against the bed and rams his cock into your core as hard and as fast as he can, determined to make you cum. “i—oh fuck, i love you too, sweetness…” the arsonist can feel the way your cunt flutters around his girth at his confession, tears building up in your eyes once more. god, you were so pretty like this, arched for him perfectly in the moon, stars illuminating every curve and dip on your body— showing off the stretch marks from where you’d carried his child. everything about you turned him on in the best possible ways and everything about you that turned him on, also turned out to be everything he loved about you.

your stupid big heart, your stupid big eyes when you say that you love him, your stupid smile when he used to kiss you and hold you and even now when he fucked you. touya todoroki was in love and in the worst possible way but he couldn’t say he regretted a single moment of it, not when you stayed true to him after all these months of being apart. you raised his child and you loved him all the same and a part of him is grateful that you never turned your back on him like everyone else he’s ever loved.

so the least he could do is make love to you, push his creamy cock into the depth of your core while kissing down your spine to watch you shudder oh so cutely. it’s messy and sloppy and the pair of you should feel nasty for the stench of sex in the air, lingering against your skin. but you don’t, how could you? not when love and adoration tingles in the air as well, it’s messy because of the unadulterated emotions you feel for one another— deep in vulnerability is where dabi grinds his cock slowly into you, hitting all the right places that make you scream his name into the night. makes him mumble incoherent praises against your bruised neck and squished cheeks as he lewdly licks a stripe up the column of your neck to behind your ear.

you gush around him and he grunts with ecstasy into your ear, tightening that knot in your stomach as you both step closer to your highs. “you like the way i fill this cunt up, huh? yeah? when i hold you like this, when i fuck you like this?” dabi mutters to you lewdly, holding onto his sanity by a thin thread as his own release sneaks up on him. “tell me you like it...fuck sweetness, please.”

“i love the way you fuck me touya, fuck! only you can make me feel this good,” you moan to appease him, bouncing back against his cock while his hips begin to stutter and your eyes begin to cross. it’s true, you love belonging to him, being able to bring him such pleasure and you know he feels the same way. the villain prods at your g-spot over and over again, stealing your breath away as he pulls you up and into your chest, changing the angle of his hips to bring you to the last hurdle. “baby—ohmygod—-touya! ‘m sososo close, don’t stop...don’t stop, gonna cum, give it to me, give it to me please!” you chant, eyes fluttering shut as you lean your head back against his shoulder and search for his hand, voice rising with every octave as you get closer and closer.

“fucking cum for me sweet girl, shit, cum all over this fucking cock.” dabi manages through gritted teeth, grasping your hand while the pace of his thrusts grow inconsistent.

that’s all that you need to hear before the damn breaks and arousal floods through your entire body courses through your veins. white dances behind your eyes in flashes as your release flushes out of your pussy and drips between touya’s balls, coating them in a layer your honeyed slick. you slump against your boyfriend, not able to mutter a word as you convulse in a silent scream and squeeze both his hand and cock alike.

gently, he pushes you down to the bed and pulls his cock from your intoxicating heat— his free hand clasps around his cock, palming himself towards a swift release. “yeah, oh fuck yeah, fuckin’ love you baby,” he cums on your back and your ass, thick, potent and milky seed landing on your flushed skin before he collapses beside you and exhaustion settles in his bones.

you black out for a few minutes after, fingers still intertwined but dabi manages to slip out long enough to retrieve a washcloth that's damp and warm to clean you both up with. you wake up just as he crawls back into bed with you, kissing your hairline while he makes himself comfortable. “almost thought i’d killed you for a second,” the villain jokes, slinging a loose arm over your bare waist and pulling you to lay on his chest.

“you couldn’t, even if you tried.” you counter sleepily, drawing star shapes on your boyfriend’s naked stomach. a comfortable silence sweeps over the room, despite the thoughts that linger on your mind. looking up at dabi, you notice him drifting off but still can’t help the words that slip from your lips. “why didn’t you ever come back?”

you feel dabi’s chest rise and fall with a deep sigh, fingers coming up to scratch at your scalp— something that used to help you to sleep when you were together before. “i was figuring out a way to get out of the league, to be with you and kori.” he says after some time, catching your eye as you give him a confused look. “shigaraki doesn’t know about her, i never told him. but i knew from the moment we found out about her, i didn’t want her to be a part of the life i’m involved in and knowing how the league works, they’d find a way to make use of her.”

you stay quiet, not knowing what to do with the new information and dabi’s reasoning for staying away for so long. on one hand you were grateful to him for keeping your daughter quiet and safe but part of you still wished he’d given you a sign to let you know it’d all be okay. grabbing your chin, he forces you to look up at him—passionate flames burning in his eyes. “i need you to trust me on this one sweetness, i promise nothin’ will happen to you nor kori. so long as i’m around.”

“pinky promise?” you ask him sweetly, feeling the truth to his words.

you hold up your pinky to the villain’s face, smiling through exhaustion as he rolls his eyes down at you. “pinky promise, babydoll. now get some shut eye, kay?” touya links your pinky with his, scoffing when you make him kiss them.

“g’night, touya.”

“sleep well, babydoll.”

the bed is cold when you wake up the next morning.

the panic sets in quickly, speeding up with the chirping of birds from your balcony outside. you shouldn’t be tearing up over the childishness of a pinky promise. he always made you promises but never actually kept the and as quickly as dabi had waltzed back into your life, he had left you alone and in the cold once more.

gathering yourself together, you stumble out of your bed— avoiding any mirrors that may show the cascade of marks dabi had left against your skin from the previous night. you feel embarrassed and ashamed that you let him back into your life so easily, especially now that you had kori to think about. tears start to well in your tired and puffy eyes as you head to the kitchen, thinking that a mug of coffee will calm you down before you prep your daughter for the day.

but as you wander out of your room, the familiar sound of your baby girl’s laugher drifts through the air— seemingly coming from the kitchen.  the sweet melody calls out to you and suddenly your casual stride to the kitchen becomes a brisk walk so you can reach her faster. “kori? baby? did you climb out of your crib again—?” you call out to her, stopping in your tracks when you round the corner.

dabi stands in the middle of your kitchen, still shirtless, with kori balanced on his hip— in one hand he holds a small blue flame, which you’re sure he believes is safe enough for kori to play with while the other steadies your baby girl while she claps and squeals. a first. you’re not too sure when the last time you’d seen her happy was, but you figure her father’s presence had something to do with it.

“i was going to make you breakfast, but the little shit woke up and i didn’t have enough free hands to make you a grilled cheese.” touya smirks over at you, diminishing his flame to grasp kori’s hand and use it to wave at you. she squeals happily, curls bouncing and eyes lighting up in a similar way to her father’s. your heart melts at the sight of them being together, seeing the mannerisms that they share and how joyous they seem. they both grinned the same way, shared the little twitch in their noses and even their sneezes. kori todoroki was an exact replica of touya todoroki, right down to the tiny red curl she had lost in her white locks.

“you know, i thought you’d left,” you make your way across to the island where dabi sets his daughter down and check her temperature— just in case her sudden change in mood is down to any sickness. “the bed was cold when i woke up.”

“didn’t i make you a promise last night, sweetness? i’m not going anywhere,” the arsonist reminds you, wrapping his arms around you from behind while you wipe at kori’s pudgy baby cheeks and give her the once over again. “if you’re checking the kid’s temperature, she's usually pretty cold because of my mom’s quirk. something ice related will be coming through, but she must’ve inherited your strong constitution. guess she has a normal body temp when i’m around ‘cause it balances her out.” while dabi explains the inner workings of kori’s incoming quirk, she claps and babbles excitedly from her place on the island— making a game out of throwing her toys off of it. all of dabi’s logic makes sense and you seem a little more relieved knowing how to take care of her from here.

picking her up, along with her stray toys, you set your baby down by her playmat again and switch on some baby-safe cartoons while you fix yourself and dabi some coffee, kissing all over kori’s face beforehand. he had whined when you pulled away the first time to give your daughter some attention, it was almost comical how the big bad villain had pouted then. “i wonder if there’s anything of mine she inherited or if it’s all you and todoroki genetics.”

“well, her pretty smile certainly didn’t come from me, babydoll.” dabi muses with a light chuckle, arms trapping you against his chest once more as you continue to make you both some much needed caffeine. the coffee machine whirrs as you sway together in the early morning sunshine, warmth from the sun brushing against your skin and touya’s hair tickling your neck before he presses kisses over your fading love bites while kori’s annoying shows play in the background. everything feels complete and at peace. you feel like a real family. “i could get used to this, this life with you.”

you spin in dabi’s arms, cupping his cheeks and taking in his face for the millionth time in the last twelve hours. “then stay, or at least visit some more now that you’re back. you may not feel it, but kori and i need you. everything has always been better when you’ve been around touya… and i mean that. stay.” you stare at him with pleading eyes, standing on your tiptoes to stare him down and communicate just how much you needed him here with you both.

and for once in his life, touya todoroki feels the most loved he’s ever really felt. here in this shitty two bedroom apartment with his angelic little girl and his beautiful girlfriend during the winter season— touya knows this is right where he needs to be. “i’ll stay, for as long as you’ll fuckin’ have me.”

“forever, then?” you ask, eyes lowering to your boyfriend’s lips.

“forever it is, babydoll.” the villain nods, following your gaze before leaning down to capture your lips with a promise written into your sweet kiss.

extended ending

you thought that the best kind of weather was when the sun peeked out from behind the clouds but the air around you was still as cold as a december’s day. the breeze is enough to make your nose run just a little, but occasionally the warmth of the sun’s rays radiates across your skin like a warm blanket, balancing it out.

it was the kind of weather where people didn’t know how to dress, some wore mismatched shorts and jerseys whilst others were decked out in scarves up to their cheeks and sandals where their toes flopped out. it was the kind of weather that reminded you of dabi and kori, they were your warmth and your cold, they balanced each other out and made your family whole.

kori sits on your right hip as you push the car door closed and wave goodbye to an accomplice of your boyfriend’s— your driver for the evening. your little girl’s curls are combed back into two even pigtails, dark blue bows in each one while the red lock of her hair ( now, much longer ) curls against her forehead stubbornly. she looks so pretty, all fancied up a dress that dabi had chosen for her on this particular occasion, the lace irritated her only slightly but the decapitated endeavour plushie her father had gifted her served nicely as a distraction.

you bounce her once, cooing down at your baby before you look to the hospital in front of you— a look of determination in your eye. ever since the night touya had visited you and swore to stay, he’d kept his word to the best of his abilities. being a villain was still a major factor in your relationship, he came when he could stayed if his job permitted it— taking care of your daughter when your shifts were long and even going as far as to learn his and kori’s favourite recipes to cook on the nights where you couldn’t or you didn’t fancy take out.

in the last few weeks his visits had become slightly more scarce with shigaraki becoming more and more demanding, but touya’s plan to leave the league was slowly coming to fruition along with endeavour and the hero society which had both carved a life of struggle for the three of you.

your boyfriend being busy had given you more time to reconnect with the friends you had lost over the last year, meeting up with those from college, mina and tsuyu ( who’d simply thought you’d gone off the radar ) for kori’s first birthday. they absolutely loved her and your sweet girl loved all the attention she was getting. you even had the chance to reunite with your parents, who were more remorseful that you felt you couldn’t come to them for help than the fact that you’d gotten pregnant during college.

of course, they all asked who the father was and you simply told them that he had died ( which was half true ), using the excuse that you were embarrassed to be widowed and with a child at your young age.

shaking your head, you enter the hospital and recite the words that touya had made you practice the night before. you were here by endeavours orders and needed to see mrs.todoroki. your lover had used some sort of hack to put you on the list of visitors for his mother but one look at kori was all the guards and staff needed to let you through. a few nights prior to today, dabi had asked you to do one thing for him before it all went down, kissing your knuckles over some sushi take out.

so despite your nerves, you would go through with this for him, especially if it meant your family could be together. some guards escort yourself and kori to rei todoroki’s room, leaving you with a curt nod and slightly more polite wave to your daughter. the room itself is slightly bleak, a chair and some blue cushioned sofas positioned in an L-shape parallel to the blanketed bed. there’s a tv in the top left corner which and a set of draws underneath where a clear vase sits— containing blooming blue flowers.

rei looks up when you enter, grey eyes flashing with confusion despite the blank look on her face as kori babbles happily in your arms. “who are you?” she whispers, hands retreating from her flowers and  folding neatly in her lap.

“oh! i’m yn, your son’s fiancé and this,” you beam kindly, further entering the room and being sure to lock the doors behind you. you nod your head down to your daughter who waves around her endeavour plushy— paying no mind to the situation unfolding. “this is our daughter, your granddaughter...kori todoroki! she’s just turned one and daddy thought it was about time she met you, isn’t that right pretty girl?”

“dada!!!”

rei blinks and you smile again. “she’s a daddy’s girl,” you explain and lift your hand to snow the small sapphire engagement ring on your ring finger. touya had proposed last night as well, certain your plan would work out. “and quite frankly, so am i! how can i not be when your son treats me so well.”

nodding slowly, the wife of endeavour looks down at her hands which you note, nervously fiddle with a stray petal. “so, natsu and you—?” you can see her trying to work it out, curiosity written across her features. you could see why the woman might think kori was natuso’s child— they looked a lot like each other just by first glance but rei was missing an important feature. the colour of kori’s eyes.

“oh no, your other son. the eldest one.” you correct her with a sinister shake of your head. swiftly crossing the room to set your daughter down in rei’s lap. you watch with an evil air of satisfaction as rei todoroki freezes with fear, as the mistakes her family paid out to touya suddenly come to the forefront of her mind. she wobbles with kori still in her grip and you shoot her a dark glare— reaching over to fix her flowers in their vase. “touya picked these out, always said that you loved them. such a pretty shade of blue, no wonder why they’re your favourites, right?”

“please leave.” she looks up at you pleadingly, shaking like a leaf in the breeze outside. oh how you wish your fiancé was here to see this but he had more important things to do.

rolling your eyes, you grab the remote to switch on the tv— pinching kori’s nose affectionately to make her laugh again. “come sit with me rei, let’s watch some tv to help you calm down.”

the woman nods weakly, barely moving an inch as you take a seat beside her with a smile. you skip channels a few times, pride swelling up in your chest when you finally land on the right one, touya’s broadcast flashing across the screen. he sits leisurely in a chair, shirtless with all of his beautiful scars on display— a painful reminder of his childhood and what he’d become. “i, touya  todoroki, was born as the eldest son of endeavour. today i’ve killed over 30 innocent people until now, some to protect my family. my daughter, who i have not been able to see due to my father. i would like to let everyone know why i’d end up committing such a hideous act.” he speaks such calmness and clarity, and you can’t help but feel emotional at how he stands in front of the world.

kori grins, leaping up at the sight of her father on the screen and claps her hands. “dada!! dada!! lookie s’daddy!!” she squeals while rei struggles to breathe, panic set in her eyes.

you put a hand on the woman’s shoulder, offering her a sweet grin in an attempt to calm her before the oncoming storm. “keep watching, mrs.todoroki, touya said we’d be one big, happy family after this.” the words are sugar coated and sickly sweet, carrying the dark meaning across to your fiancé’s mother.

looking away, your heart swells while touya tears down the hero society and spills the truth for all of japan to see. you were grateful to the man he’d become— loyal to you, to your daughter and the dreams that you had. the satisfaction of seeing the real villains of the world fall was much greater than any hush money enji todoroki could ever offer.

fin.

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