#but don’t worry I’m focusing on the heroes as well :3

[smilesrobotlover]

Some concepts for this au! Mostly regarding Vaati and Ezlo!

Vaati was born with a rare mutation that made him the purple red eyed scrunkley we know and love. That unfortunately costed the life of his mother, and his father died later on. The Minish were never cruel to him cuz Minish are very kind at heart, but Vaati knew that he stuck out like a sore thumb so he was pretty isolated from the rest of the Minish. When he was a wee lad, he met a Hylian girl named Ella who he became best friends with. He truly felt like he belonged somewhere with Ella and they grew closer as they grew up together. But when Ella reached adulthood, she stopped seeing him, as the rules are with the Minish. This hit Vaati hard cuz she was the only friend he had and he sorta grew to love her as well. But he was constantly told that Hylia made it so adult Hylians couldn’t see them for their own protection, so he didn’t reach out that much (but he still tried)

Now as Vaati grew into adulthood, he became very skilled with magic, so skilled that he became an apprentice for Ezlo, the greatest Minish mage. And so he trained under him and secretly was working on something to turn him into a Hylian. Vaati grew to hate being a Minish and he was so desperate to see Ella again that he planned to leave everything to be a Hylian. But Vaati used dark magic to create a hat that could turn him into a Hylian, and when Ezlo found out, it was too late, and Vaati was gone. Ezlo made a hat of his own to try to hunt down Vaati so he wouldn’t hurt himself (Ezlo grew very fond of Vaati and even saw him as his son so there’s a lotta drama there). So yeah that’s Vaati’s backstory!

Vaati’s magic gets so out of control that he does morph into those monstrous forms from the games. The Vaati reborn looks is him wearing the hat, but the weird cyclops look is him without the hat. It gets bad.

Astor’s backstory is here . But there’s Astor and Terrako! Plus some doodles with Yuga and Zant’s backstories. Also a very important fruity scale

[good-beanswrites]

I wanted to bring up a silly ship idea. Just for fun.

03, 06, 09, 10

Was this before Kotoko attacked them? After? I dunno.

Thoughts?

YES the cringefail 20yo polycule 👏👏👏 Thank you for the request! I've seen a lot about the individual pairs, so it was really fun to think about all their dynamics together! I have a set of hcs that could work in the current canon Milgram, and then a normal au set because it's so fun thinking about them :3

Milgram-focused

The I’m-a-loner-who’s-doing-it-for-justice-don’t-TOUCH-me pair finally meet their match when confronted with the I-loved-someone-so-much-and-don’t-plan-on-stopping pair. They all go into the relationship with grand ideas of love: they think it’s all heroic acts of saving, massive gestures or love, and dramatic confessions. Over time, they realize the real heroism/romance is in the little things. 

Mahiru has her hands full with three people who neglect themselves for the sake of their work/interests, but she always loves feeding them and helping give them what they need. In turn, they can give her more affection and attention than she could ever ask for. They make sure someone is always around to spend time with her.

Each of the three is a perfect match for dealing with John’s reveal. Mahiru is calming and helps tone down Mikoto’s initial stress. Fuuta is honest and will help Mikoto finally confront his own situation and move forward. And since Kotoko can match his strength, Mikoto doesn’t need to be afraid of accidentally hurting anyone. Mikoto becomes less stressed with the overall situation as well as more accepting of himself/John.

I always love the idea that Fuuta is secretly starstruck by Kotoko and John’s strength. He’ll never admit how much he admires their ability to stand up and fight. He feels really safe around them. He’s glad to have the opportunity to fight for someone else, too – he likes to be Mahiru’s self-proclaimed protector and hero. (Even though most of the time she can stand up for herself, she still likes letting him take care of her.)

Kotoko’s experiences let her hold solid conversations with everyone. She’s similar enough to Fuuta where they share some interests (social issues, schooling, etc.) She understands hard work and burnout to earn Mikoto’s respect. She understands physical strength to earn John’s. She has a lot of people-knowledge, so she can gossip and talk about Tokyo life to Mahiru (Mappi’s doing most of the ‘gossiping,’ but Kotoko has solid additions). She's a good listener and has a good memory, so everyone feels heard by her.

They start to rub off on each other. Mahiru and Mikoto learn to be a bit tougher in standing up for herself. Fuuta, John, and Kotoko learn to take a breath before jumping right to violence. They stay very much who they are, but pick up on just a few habits that make their lives easier.

Their styles also influence one another: Fuuta gets pointers from all three about piercing his ears (though it takes him a long time to get up the nerve to do it). Mahiru helps the others dress more trendy and boost their confidence, and they teach her to worry less about her appearance and relax more. 

If they get together T1, Kotoko is shocked by the T1 verdicts. She might pull away from everyone in initial horror, but after developing a relationship ahead of time, she doesn’t follow through with her attacks. If not, then maybe in T3 when Kotoko is suffering from her guilty verdict, Mahiru and Mikoto are able to bridge the gap and develop a friendship, leading to more. Fuuta would take longer to come around, but I think seeing Kotoko got through the same pain as him, his hero instincts would kick in and he’d gradually help. 

Normal-au

Mahiru once again tries out her lovers’ interests, and gets a bunch of new hobbies. Fuuta teaches her to game, she works out with Kotoko, and she tries out photography with Mikoto. She becomes close with Fuuta’s beautician sister, and enjoys bonding over fashion and hair. She helps redye Mikoto’s hair, and give the other two pointers on style now and then. When going to nicer events, she and Mikoto have to step in and stop the others from their sneaker/hoodie combos. As the only one with a license, she’s the designated driver at all events, but doesn’t mind. 

Fuuta uses his tech skills to set up social media accounts for the others. He helps Mahiru network her flower shop, fighting anyone who leaves a bad comment/review. He helps set up a complex online portfolio for Mikoto. He and Kotoko still have a passion for justice, and he becomes the tech brains behind her vigilante operations (very Ron Stoppable - Kim Possible) It’s not necessarily healthy growth, but they’re happy with it lmao

Mikoto is the only full-time worker, the others are all still in university, and he makes sure to keep them all on track. He knows the most efficient tricks and cheats about getting papers done, pulling all-nighters, and cramming before an exam. The others have learned to spot when he’s burning himself out for others, and will stop him when he tries to take on too much. They’ll take care of him and force him to rest. While he can still get into a bit of trouble, John learns to call them first and get some help. 

Kotoko has trained herself to find people and information easily to catch criminals, but she finds use for it in much more mundane ways – she tracks down clients for Mahiru, snoops around Mikoto’s company to make sure he’s being treated right, and keeps an eye out for the people Fuuta is calling out and/or hanging out with. She goes on runs with Mahiru, and bike rides with Mikoto. Fuuta tags along sometimes to strengthen his legs for soccer. 

There’s definitely potential for them all to have their murders pre- or mid- relationship, and they help one another improve themselves and heal. I’m also a sucker for the relationship itself to cause them to change their ways and narrowly avoid the murder in the first place. (For the latter, Mahiru would ironically be the last to join the relationship, since she’d still be with her bf until the other three inspire her to break it off with him gently.)

[artist-issues]

Birds do it, bees do it, educated fleas do it,

let’s do it, let’s 

REMAKE THE LIGHT FURY

Toothless used to be a realistic creature, designed to balance on the visual knife blade’s edge between appealing and terrifying. He borrowed his coloration from panthers and manta rays and his movement from cats because they are real animals that master that cute-fierce combo, too. He could look menacing and then loveable at the drop of a hat. 

Then in HTTYD 2 somebody hit him with the Puppy Stick. I haven’t seen any better explanation of the visual problems with Toothless from HTTYD 1 to HTTYD 3 other than this Reddit user’s, so we’re just going to skip trying. 

https://www.reddit.com/r/httyd/comments/qasmwo/toothless_head_comparison_by_durkishdragon/

Read that. Anyway. Let’s move on to the Light Fury.  Everyone’s talked over and over the problems with the Light Fury’s design. So I don’t think I need to go into depth with that, either. Suffice to say, I believe that the way a character is designed should reflect their purpose in the story. She was never meant to be a species that was exciting to learn more about, unlike the Bewilderbeast or the Night Fury. She was just meant for cute interactions with Toothless. I think her design, sad as it is, reflects that lazy story direction. 

BUT NOT OUR REDESIGNS. And mine is no exception! If I’m going to change the story structure of HTTYD 3 (and I am) then the Light Fury has to change, big time. 

First we’ll talk about the species. 

We all know there are more than one Light Fury visible in the third film, and that’s the idea I hinged my little “fix it” re-write of HTTYD3 on in this post. I’m not going to restate it, but a lot of it focuses on Hiccup and Toothless discovering a whole Fury Flock who has migrated out of distant, hostile lands and is resting near Berk on their way to the Hidden World.

This way, instead of the Love Interest Fury just serving as Catnip that makes Toothless act dippy and cuddly, they actually have a purpose—because they’re tied to a mystery. They’re the whole plot. This way, instead of Toothless waking through the woods and happening upon a single personality-bland version of himself with no build-up, the Light Furies are a whole community and species that the story spends as much time on as they did the Night Fury in the first film.  Anyway. So while our heroes are uncovering all the interesting quirks and hierarchy of the Fury Flock, we’ll do the same!

So without further ado—bum-ba-da-dum, let me introduce you to—

The Sky Fury! 

(Click for better view)

Yeah, okay, I know it’s a different name and not too terribly different a design, but hear me out below the cut

I don’t think that just because Toothless, is straight black with faintly darker markings (basically only visible in the first movie) that means every other Fury has to be one solid color either. And why should it be white? Most white animals in the wild who don’t live in snowy environments straight up die because of their lack of pigmentation. It makes them a target and it lets reptiles get sunburnt.

But we all know that white contrasted with Toothless’ black has a certain appeal. It’s more visually interesting than a samey-same color pairing between him and any would-be Love Interest. So I kept the white, like most re-designers do.

And then I thought, well, why would Furies have to worry about being spotted by enemies—they’re up in the sky all the time anyway. So instead of having the Furies be completely black and only able to blend in with shadows and the night sky, our Furies will be mottled.

Their markings will be more visible to let them camouflage against cloudscapes in the daytime—and just like black panthers are simply leopards with overwhelming black in their coats, Sky Furies are kind of like what Night Furies might look like if you could fade back some of that intense black and see the patterns underneath. 

 So our Sky Furies are mostly white, but with hints of blue and stormy gray underneath. The youngest Sky Furies are sky-blue around their horns—which, yes, they have horns and spiny spikes, not just smooth aquatic ridges.  I basically leaned into what the original design for the Light Fury was supposed to be; rougher like an axolotl, with influences from a naturally-pale master of camouflage in the wild like the Snow Leopard or Clouded Leopard. We keep all the potential for cuteness without losing the fierceness.

Because you can’t tell me this:

Is nailing the fierce-end of the spectrum as perfectly as THIS DID: 

So the Sky Furies are called Sky Furies because one, Light Fury is a dumb name. It sounds super made-up. Like they were really just trying to rhyme with “Night.” But “Sky” Fury indicates that there’s more to know about this type of Fury besides the fact that they’re associated with Toothless. 

A few things about the Sky Fury Species:

- Only their two largest ear-flaps can move.

- They are better swimmers than Night Furies.

- They can camouflage, but they can’t echolocate.

- They communicate by clicking more often than roaring or other vocalizations. This is why their Old Night Fury leader calls to them by clicking his back spines together, open and shut.

- They have a complex social hierarchy. In one Flock, the leader’s rule is always obeyed; unlike other Dragon species, Furies aren’t susceptible to being “controlled” by an alpha. (This explains why Toothless was able to block out the Bewilderbeast in HTTYD 2. And we can just say he just needed some practice doing it, since he didn’t grow up with his own kind.) They just obey the leader in charge.

- Sky Furies must migrate from the Hidden World to Grimmel’s Land every thirty years. It is an instinctual urge, like Sea Turtles going on land to give birth or Manta Rays migrating. Theory has it their first nesting grounds were on the land Grimmel’s people built their village on top of. Ever since then, Sky Furies and Grimmel’s Tribe have been at intense war. This leaves them with no tolerance at all for humans—in fact, they’ve begun viewing people as a particularly impressive part of their food chain.

- Sky Furies are strategic, team hunters. Rarely do they set out to hunt alone. Part of their social hierarchy is that the first Fury to strike prey (being the fastest) is generally the first to eat. If a Fury is eating alone, it is because that Fury is being punished or outcasted by the others. 

- Sky Furies have almost always been led by Night Furies, because Night Furies can echolocate and sense the underground routes to the Hidden World. In return for this, Sky Furies often hunt for their leader during the daytime hours, the same way lionesses hunt while male lions protects the group.  - Sky Furies sing! This is the only way they use their vocalization abilities, and they only do it when they feel safe. That’s all I’ve got for now. More art to come—more on the specific Love Interest Fury, too.

[devine-fem]

WHY JON KENT IS AGED UP.

I realized that people don’t actually know why Jon Kent was aged up so for the people that don’t know I’m going to explain why he was aged up; the real life reason and the story reason.

The real life reason is DC was trying to get ready with 5G Future State and Infinite Frontier and they were trying to do something new. So their idea was to try and take Superman (Clark) off the table. They also wanted a fresh Superboy/Superman to be apart of new teams they could form and fight in new stories in the potential future. (I forget what team and etc because this is from my memory, sorry) Brian Micheal Bendis than had come from Marvel to DC, I know he’s done the same thing in Marvel where he’s written for characters that are more on the side and made them more interesting which worked out but when he came to DC they made the mistake of letting him touch their most well known Superhero: Superman.

Brian Micheal Bendis had decided to make a story completely focused on Clark Kent and Jon was a casualty to this.

To remove him from the story they made it so Mr. Oz (a DC villain) was revealed to be Jor-El (Jon’s grandfather) who had survived the explosion on Krypton by being taken out of Krypton the very moment it blew up by an omnipotent. being called Dr. Manhattan then he appeared suddenly in his house and asked to take Jon and Lois on a space mission to learn the inner workings of the universe. You may be wondering: “Why would Clark and Lois allow this to happen?!” they wouldn’t. it’s very mischaracterized, Clark Kent loses himself in only being Superman and Lois Lane becomes a mother who doesn’t care about her family but only cares about headlines.

Jon in all this time got stuck in a wormhole where he was warped into Earth-3 (a universe where the Justice League is evil) and he gets imprisoned in a Volcano where he’s tortured and abused by Ultraman (that worlds Superman) along with that world’s Lois Lane who is like that worlds Superman.

Then they decide on keeping this in continuity, Tom Taylor/Bendis allow Jon to keep his tortured past and they let Jon explore his sexuality but it is not authentic… its just for headlines and sales but it doesn’t matter since the comic “Superman: Son of Kal-El” flopped.

Jon now doesn’t even act like Jon and he doesn’t have any chemistry with the characters he once did like Damian etc, his personality seems flat… This also takes away Super Sons and removes the option of us being able to watch Jon find his way as a hero and take up after his father. They wanted Jon to become the new Superman which won’t last because there's no way Clark Kent is not coming back.

I'm sure his age-up will not last long though and people will rightfully be mad because “Jay Nakamura” his boyfriend will cease to exist if he becomes young again which would be extremely problematic.

He will most likely be aged down because there's no one who likes this change so Im not too worried.

Over all its just a simple case of a writer writing for a character he doesn’t understand at all.

[anonymousewrites]

Portal to My Heart (Book 3) Chapter Six

Loki x Reader

Chapter Six: Into Some Trouble

Summary: Loki interrogates Brad again.

            “Hi,” said Loki simply, gaining Brad’s attention as he stepped back into the holding cell.

            “Hello, Loki. Ready for round two?” said Brad.

            “I felt like I just needed another session, you know?” said Loki with only a little bit of sarcasm. “Get a few things off my chest.”

            “Gonna try hardball tactics this time?” said Brad.

            “Something like that,” remarked Loki.

            “Okay,” said Brad, shrugging. He looked in confusion as Mobius and (Y/N) pushed a machine into the room. He stood up and watched them wheel it into place in his cell. “Where’s B-15?” he said cautiously.

            “She’s not gonna be attending this session,” chirped (Y/N).

            “Oh, I get it,” scoffed Brad. “So, you come in here without B-15, and I’m supposed to believe you’re gonna torture me?”

            “Well, let’s simplify everything,” said Mobius. “You have information that we need.” He plugged in the device. “You don’t want to give it to us. So, how do we find common ground?”

            “You are getting’ desperate,” said Brad.

            “You’re not wrong. He’s not wrong,” remarked Loki casually.

            “Well, you know how I am when I’m pushed into a corner,” said (Y/N), smirking.

            “We’ll be honest with you, we’re down to our last option,” said Mobius.

            “And our last chance,” added Loki.

            “This is cute,” sneered Brad, trying to rile them up again. “Which one of you came up with this script?”

            “Because you’re a tough not to crack, you’ve left us no choice but to kind of ramp—”

            “Mobius, controller,” said Loki.

            “Right, okay.” Mobius grinned at Brad. “We can’t start the festivities without that little baby. Stand by.”

            “I think I put it out here,” said (Y/N), stepping out of the room with Mobius.

            Loki followed and slammed the door shut with a resounding thud. Brad tensed in confusion and turned in his seat to face Loki.

            “Hey, Loki, what are you doing?” questioned (Y/N).

            Loki turned away from the window of the door as (Y/N) and Mobius called for him. He ignored them and focused on Brad. “Turns out, there is actually one other option.” Loki smirked and strolled closer to Brad.

            “No, no. Hey!” shouted Mobius.

            Brad looked at Loki with confusion bordering on worry while Loki continued to speak.

            “You sniffed us out, Brad,” said Loki. “And I knew you would because you’re a clever chap. So guess what? I wrote a little script of my own.”

            “Loki, open up!” snapped (Y/N). “This isn’t the plan!”

            “That thing doesn’t work without the controller, though, so what’re you gonna do?” challenged Brad.

            Loki pulled out the control from where he had hidden it. “This one?” he remarked as Brad paled slightly. “Okay, great. We’re gonna have a little Q and A.” He went to the machine and began fiddling with in while Brad stood and shifted nervously. “Did you find Sylvie? And if you did, where is she? Simple question, really, but doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves as we go along.” He glanced at the device. “This one’s plugged in.”

            “You almost got me,” said Brad, chuckling. “You have no idea how to work that thing.”

            Loki paused and smirked. “I’m not trying to be a hero, Brad. I’m a villain.” His smirk fell, and a darker look entered his gaze. “Remember?”

            “No, Loki!” shouted (Y/N).

            “This isn’t the kind of mischief we were talking about!” said Mobius. “You’re not a villain, Loki!”

            Loki revved the machine, and it turned on. Brad took a step back warily as the truth of the danger started to set in.

            “Look at that!” said Loki.

            “Um, earlier, I said some really hurtful things, and I brought up your mother and (Y/N). And I am really sorry about that,” said Brad cautiously. “Mobius! Hey, get in here! (Y/N), control him!”

            “It’s locked, Brad, it’s locked!” said Mobius.

            Brad watched Loki hold the controller up and paled. “You need to put that down. That’s…you don’t know what you’re doing with that.”

            “What does this one do?” Loki pressed a button, and a golden box appeared around the stool. Loki pressed another button, and the box shrunk and disappeared, leaving the stool compressed and broken. Brad flinched and jumped back at the idea of that happening to him. Loki chuckled. “Sorry. Could’ve hurt yourself there.”

            “Hey, just don’t touch random buttons on that, okay?” snapped Brad, tensed. “Mobius, (Y/N), get in here!”

            “There’s a learning curve on this thing,” remarked Loki.

            “Yeah, there is a learning curve,” repeated Brad in frustration. “You could kill me with that.”

            “Could I?” No smile, no smirk, just an even gaze at Brad, and his eyes widened at Loki’s eyes. Loki pressed a button, and Brad was trapped in a golden box. “This is exciting,” smirked Loki.

            “Turn it off,” said Brad sharply. “Loki, turn it off!”

            “Let me try this, let me try this.” Loki pressed another button, and the sides of the box compressed.

            “Okay, okay, alright!” said Brad, beginning to panic.

            “Sorry, that’s only made it smaller,” “apologized” Loki.

            “Now, look. I don’t know where Dox and the others are. Okay? I don’t know!” shouted Brad, being pushed to the edge.

            “I don’t know if you know this, but I’ve done some terrible, awful things,” said Loki calmly.

            “Yeah, you have! You’re doing one right now!” shouted Brad. “Have some perspective on yourself! Loki grinned and shrunk the height of the box, and Brad crouched in panic. “Okay! Okay. Okay. I swear I don’t know where they are.”

            “Brad,” sighed Loki. “You’re so convincing. I want to believe you, but you’re just—You’re such a good actor.”

            “Look!” Brad was nearly pleading. “I really, I really don’t know. I swear!”

            “You’re so talented!” said Loki, chuckling darkly.

            “They did not tell me the plan!” shouted Brad.

            “Please tell me the truth,” said Loki sharply. “I know you’re lying.”

            “Okay? Okay, okay!” shouted Brad as Loki reached for the button again. “I lied! I lied, okay? I did. I was supposed to go and look for Sylvie, but then, I failed, okay? I bailed.”

            “Right. So, they told you to go after Sylvie and you bailed?” remarked Loki.

            “Yeah!” said Brad.

            “What’s the penalty for a highly-decorated field officer abandoning his mission?” said Loki calmly. “You and Dox? I don’t buy it.” He pressed the controller, and the box shortened on the bottom.

            Brad was trapped in the air within the golden glow. “Okay, look, I swear, okay?!” He saw Loki’s dark look and continued. “I went down there, and I went to get my life, okay?! Because…none of this is real!”

            “Well, if nothing else is real, I guess you aren’t either,” remarked Loki coldly.

            The box shrunk again, and Brad thrashed in alarm. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!”

            “Just tell me where Sylvie is, Brad,” said Loki with terrifying calm.

            “Alright!” coughed Brad, fighting for breath. “I’ll tell you where she is! She has a new life!”

            Loki released the box, and Brad fell to the ground in a heap. He groaned.

            “Got there in the end,” said Loki, tsking. “Why do you make it so hard on yourself, Brad?” He placed the controller down and looked down upon Brad. “One thing, you said you bailed on the mission.”

            “Yeah, but I found her first,” said Brad, unwilling to put himself through that fear again. “She’s on a branch.”

            (Y/N) pushed open the door of the holding cell and strolled in with Mobius. “Did you get it?”

            “He knows where Sylvie is,” said Loki, nodding.

            “See? A little bit of mischief,” said (Y/N).

            “Only as good as your plan,” said Mobius.

            “You make a marvelous advisor,” said Loki, smiling.

            “I know,” said (Y/N), winking. She grinned at Brad. “I told you I could control you.”

            Brad looked at her sullenly.

            “Alright, let’s go, Zaniac,” said Mobius, hauling Brad up.

            Brad looked around, bewildered. “Are you telling me that was—”

            “Hell of a performance,” said Mobius cheerfully.

            “If I tell her where she is, you’ll let me go?” asked Brad.

            “No, you’re gonna show us,” said Mobius, pushing him out the door.

            Loki took (Y/N)’s arm and paused before leaving. “Are you ready to see Sylvie?” After everything that happened? After she hurt you?

            “Are you?” said (Y/N).

            “I’m not sure,” said Loki honestly.

            (Y/N) reached up and squeezed his arm. “I know you don’t want us to fight again. But remember, if it does happen, I’m with you. We’re together in all of this.”

            Loki smiled softly and gazed fondly at her. “Yes. We are.”

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            “Brad, walk,” said Mobius, pulling him forward when they stepped out onto a parking lot in a branched timeline’s 1982.

            “And if you’re not telling the truth, you’re going back in the Gizmo,” said (Y/N), smiling threateningly.

            “Okay, okay!” said Brad quickly. “Look, she’s in there, alright?” He gestured to the McDonalds. “She’s in there. So why don’t you guys just head on in and remember that I’m the one who brought you here, and a deal’s a deal, alright? So, you go ahead, I’m gonna head on back.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. He was getting awfully antsy to go back to the TVA. “Why are you so jumpy?”

            “I’m not jumpy,” denied Brad. “I just don’t want to be around a Variant that killed four hundred of my coworkers.”

            “What do you think?” said Mobius.

            “If she’s here, we need to find out what she knows,” said Loki. Even if I don’t want her to be around (Y/N). Not until she proves she is sorry for what she did. Truly sorry.

            “We’ll do the talking, Mobius. Be ready for…I don’t know. Everything. Anything,” said (Y/N). She looked at Loki. “Ready?”

            “As I can be,” said Loki.

            (Y/N) and Loki walked forward, and Mobius watched them. They opened the door of the fast-food restaurant and stepped inside. (Y/N) scanned the room and stopped as her gaze landed on the counter where several people were standing and taking orders.

            And then (E/C)-eyes met green.

            Sylvie’s breath caught in her throat as she looked upon someone she never thought she’d see again. (Y/N) smiled slightly, and Sylvie couldn’t think of anything more horrible. Not when all she could remember was her knife slicing into (Y/N) and her blood staining Sylvie’s hands.

            Sylvie averted her gaze and looked at Loki, Mobius, and Brad. She had been found, and the escape she had found was gone. She swallowed hard and looked away from them all, holding onto the counter.

            That didn’t stop (Y/N) and Loki from stepping up to the register, though. All three remained silent as they stared at each other.

            “…Hi.” (Y/N) broke the silence.

            Sylvie stared at her before replying. “Hi.” She cleared her throat. “Listen, I don’t have all day. You’re gonna order something? Or what?”

            “We need to talk,” said (Y/N).

            Sylvie tensed, and Loki spoke up. “Please, Sylvie. We must.”

            Sylvie sighed. “My break’s in five minutes.” She turned and walked away.

            (Y/N) and Loki looked at each other and nodded before heading outside to wait for Sylvie. Mobius made a smart decision and stayed inside with a snack and Brad.

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[ancientwastedlores]

Getaway Car [T.Swift-inspired LOKI Fic]

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Ask: I am OBSESSED with your stories <3 <3 <3 could you write a Getaway Car themes fic about Loki and reader when it's them against the Avengers for some reasons, they get away together and reader thinks Loki will betray them so they betray him first? All angst and pain (. )(. ) thx <3 <3 <3

Note: HELLO, I know it's v late and been a while. But I heard Taylor's new album, and the need to write awakened. Thought I'd revisit my old requests for some inspo and found this one I've been wanting to do for a while. Hope you like it! And leave me your TTPD requests as well <3

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Getaway Car

I’m in a getaway car I left you at the motel bar Took the money in the bag and stole the keys  That was the last time you ever saw me… 

Partners in crime. Brothers in arms. That’s how the Avengers saw you and Loki, forever up to some mischief together. The way you both shared one mind was insane, and while Tony was glad it gave you a battle advantage, that brilliance was too often used for useless pranks around the facility, tiring out Steve Rogers and Bruce Banner the most. 

So what? They were harmless. These were ‘morale boosting’ and ‘team building’ activities, as per you. If anything, it brought the team closer together. And your pranks were your way of keeping the Avengers always alert and ready for danger. You had endless justifications. 

‘When do the excuses end?’ Tony once asked you.  ‘When do Earth’s mighty Avengers stop screaming about grasshoppers in their pancakes? It’s a protein-rich breakfast.’ 

Meanwhile, Loki never scrambled for a justification. He did things because he wanted to, and the chiding and complaining only encouraged him. Together, you made life hell for villains and heroes alike. You and Loki were the first response to an attack because of the way you could significantly weaken the enemy's psyche, prepping them to be an easy kill for the rest of the Avengers. 

You made a good team. A powerful one. And while your pranks kept things light, the Avengers were not unaware that if you decided to turn against them, you would succeed in wiping them out. 

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You and Loki weren’t the type for meetings, which made things easy for Tony that evening. In the bi-monthly meetup in his grand tower, he brought up a subject he’d been mulling over for quite some time. 

‘Do we have any reason to suspect they are plotting something against us?’ Steve asked. 

‘We don’t want to assume the wrong thing and risk actually inspiring them.’ Natasha said. 

‘You see, there’s the problem!’ Tony barked, ‘Why are we so afraid of them? They’re supposed to be on our side, dependable and loyal. Instead we’re afraid of pissing them off!?’

‘What are you saying exactly, Tony?’ Bruce asked. 

Tony sighed frustratedly and ran his fingers through his hair. ‘I don’t know. I just never want to be in a situation where we’re compromised from the inside. They’re too close to each other, and they know things we do not. I don’t like that.’ 

‘Fine. We’ll give them other tasks to keep them occupied separately,’ Natasha suggested. 

‘Like it’s school?’ Bruce said. 

‘I truly think Y/N was far more focused before Loki came along.’ Tony said. 'She was responsible. Tame.'

‘We’re starting to sound like parents, ’ Natasha said. ‘I’m sure it’s nothing, but if you’re worried, we’ll occupy her in the lab and him in training facilities.’ 

Tony thought this was a good idea.   ___________________________________________

The next morning, at breakfast, all the Avengers received an agenda sheet. It was placed on their seat at the dining table, and you were taken aback. 

‘Since when do we have a timetable?’ you asked. 

‘Since I saw things slacking around here,’ Tony declared. ‘We’ve got new trainees, new equipment, and new space stuff to unpack, and we’re doing nothing.’ 

‘You mean Loki and I are doing nothing.’ 

‘If the shoe fits,’ Tony said. 

The agenda was clearly made for you, and the rest of the team was in on it. You looked through your sheet - which honestly wasn’t that bad. You just didn’t like being taken by surprise. Mornings in the lab testing Tony’s “space stuff.” Afternoons running any one of the Avengers’ many charity initiatives - education, rehab, food drives, what have you. And evenings pulling apart and examining weapons scavenged from aliens kindly brought to you by either Carol Danvers or Gamora. 

And then you picked up Loki’s (who was sleeping late as usual). Mornings in the training facility training new recruits. Afternoons doing weapons testing with Tony. And evenings at any of the charity drives. 

This was deliberate. You couldn’t fathom why the Avengers would play such games, but you weren’t about to be taken for a ride.  ___________________________________________

Later in the morning, when Loki finally woke from his prolonged slumber, you told him about Tony’s passive-aggressive comment and the new agenda sheets. His green eyes flickered with the same spark of rebellion that mirrored your thoughts. 

"Why the sudden change, you think?" Loki questioned. 

"Control," you muttered, piecing the agenda with the prior night's conversations you had eavesdropped on through the vents—a risky yet fruitful habit. "They fear us, Loki. They're splitting us up, weakening our position."

Loki's smirk was as sly as ever, an idea brewing in the back of his mind. As he leaned closer, the proximity sent a shiver down your spine, and the air between you charged with a dangerous excitement.

"Then perhaps, my dear..." His voice dropped to a seductive whisper, his breath a warm caress against your ear. "...it's time we teach them the folly of their paranoia."

The words, scandalous and provocative, ignited something within you. Your heart thudded violently in your chest, a wild drumbeat echoing in the hollow of your ribs. It was the thrill of the forbidden, the allure of stepping into the shadows with Loki by your side, not just as a partner in crime but as a co-conspirator in a game most perilous.

His eyes locked onto yours, green fires that burned with mischief and an unspoken promise of chaos. It was an unholy proposal, stepping over a line you knew well but had never dared to cross before. And yet, as your heart raced and your thoughts spun, you realized that the decision had already been made in that fleeting heartbeat.

"Yes," you breathed out, the word less a reply and more a surrender to the exhilarating unknown. "Let's make them regret ever doubting us."

With that, your fate was sealed. 

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Under the guise of your newly assigned tasks, you and Loki meticulously orchestrated your daring plan. Each task provided unique opportunities to prepare for the heist without arousing suspicion among the other Avengers.

In the mornings, Loki was stationed at the training facility, instructing new recruits in the art of combat and deception. Utilizing his godly charisma and depth of experience, he subtly wove lessons on unpredictability and misdirection into his training, skills that would prove essential in the upcoming heist. While training these recruits, Loki also discreetly surveyed the facility's layout and security details, noting any potential vulnerabilities.

In the afternoons, his task shifted to weapons testing with Tony. These sessions, fraught with the clang of metal and the buzz of new technology, provided Loki with the perfect cover to engage Tony in technical discussions, subtly extracting information about the latest security updates and the locations of key research projects, including the cloaking device. Loki used his wit to keep Tony focused on the tasks at hand, ensuring his own activities went unnoticed.

Evenings saw Loki participating in various charity drives. These engagements offered him a public face of benevolence; all the while, he used these outings to establish alibis and build trust within the community and among his team, masking his true intentions under the guise of philanthropy.

Your mornings were spent in Tony’s lab, ostensibly testing new equipment designated aptly as “space stuff.” This task was critical because it allowed you direct access to some of the most advanced technology within the Avengers’ arsenal. While your official task was to test and report on these devices, you utilized this time to familiarize yourself with the lab’s security systems and to map out a discreet path to the prototype device. Your expertise in technology helped you to handle the equipment convincingly, all while preparing for the eventual theft.

Just like Loki, you used your time at the afternoon charity drives to make connections with community members and the other Avengers, enhancing your image as a dedicated member. This wasn’t a farce - you did care about the community. But right now, you had an underlying feeling of anger and hurt that the Avengers you gave your life to were doubting your intentions. So, you networked and built connections that could be useful for creating diversions or obtaining information indirectly related to the Avengers’ operational security.

The evenings were dedicated to examining and dismantling alien weaponry, and this time was invaluable not only for understanding potential alien tech that could be repurposed to aid in your escape but also for ensuring you were updated on the latest extraterrestrial technologies that might impact your plan. ___________________________________________

Days turned into weeks. You and Loki could only ever meet at night, and though you expected a whole day of events to make you too tired to plan a heist, you were actually excited. These secret meetings were charged with an electric anticipation that both thrilled and unnerved you. What started as a time to go over your respective findings turned into something far more intimate. As you poured over maps and schematics, your discussions often went into other things. Your pasts, your stories, your motives for joining the Avengers… everything you both usually kept hidden under bravado or mischief.

Loki’s usual façade of indifference was replaced by a passionate intensity about your joint mission. It was during one of these evenings, while reviewing security layouts, that he looked up from the papers, his gaze piercing. “You know, in all my years of schemes and conquests,” he confessed, his voice a low rumble, “I’ve never felt quite as... exhilarated as I do now, planning this with you.”

These words struck a chord within you, igniting a warmth that spread through your chest. 

Nights passed… you sat close to each other, naturally relaxing into each other. Soon, you moved the meetings from the facility terrace to each other’s bedrooms, comfortably laying in bed and discussing everything and nothing. 

“I’m the only kid in my family to get a job’ you once revealed. ‘And now I feel like their lives all depend on me.’ 

It’s true that you were more focused and serious before Loki came in. But that was because you never allowed yourself to do anything else but meet the expectations of your family. Loki was a breath of fresh air. The child you wished you could be for once. 

You didn’t have to explain all that to him. After you spilled your secret, Loki pulled you closer to him and stroked your head softly as you fell asleep. As you drifted off in his safe and warm embrace, you thanked Tony for his harsh comments. Were it not for him, you and Loki might never have bonded this way. 

But a day after that fact occurred to you, your mind began to wander. Was this love destined, or was it just something that happened due to an unfavorable circumstance? 

Did he realize he was in danger? Were you his escape plan?

With this deepening connection came a vulnerability that was new to both of you. The fear of betrayal, so ingrained in both your natures, loomed large as the day of the heist approached. Could you truly trust Loki with your heart, just as you were trusting him with your life? 

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The night before the heist, as you both sat back after hours of meticulous planning, Loki turned to you with a seriousness that was rare for him. “No matter what happens,” he said, his voice steady and sincere, “I want you to know that I... I value this. Us. More than I thought possible.”

His admission was a confession, and in the dim light of your secluded meeting spot, you allowed yourself a moment to truly look at him—not as the God of Mischief or an Avenger, but as a man who had unexpectedly become so much more. The stakes were higher now. 

Could this connection you created in the night - in the seclusion of the terrace and the safe confines of your bedroom - last in daylight? 

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4 PM. 

Your heart hammered as you bypassed the final security protocols and laid your hands on the prototype device, its field of light flickering with the promise of freedom. With the device secured, you slipped away to meet Loki at the designated rendezvous point, ready to disappear. As per today’s schedule, the Avengers were all at a school for at-risk youths, so it would be hours before anybody even realized what had happened. 

As you ran, the back of the backpack hitting you with every step, you felt a sense of dread in your stomach. Why didn’t this feel exhilarating? Why didn’t it feel freeing? 

You reached the entrance and saw Loki in your getaway car - a dark green sports Jaguar with the top town. The feeling of unease did not rest when you saw his face. The plan had gone too smoothly. Was it all too convenient? 

Your own thoughts a traitor to you, your heart sank as you opened those doors and jumped into his car. He put his lips to yours in absolute delight, barely able to stop smiling as he planted kiss after kiss on your face. 

"Are you with me, truly?" you found yourself asking, voice edged with a fear you hated to admit.

Loki's expression softened, a hand reaching out to cup your cheek. "Always," he reassured. 

The escape was a blur—for a moment, you forgot your reservations and reveled in the thrill of the wind in your hair. It was so romantic. So powerful. As night closed in and you left the sparkling city, the car drove into the darkness, but your heart was never lighter. His hand was on your thigh, and the music in your mind swelled as you imagined a whole new life with him. You were his savior, and he was yours. 

But the high soon crashed. 

As you reached the motel you decided to spend the night at, you looked over at him, and your heart sank again. The love was only alive in safe spaces. In comfortable places where it was nobody else’s business. 

You got out of the car and checked into your room - cash only. The room was nothing grand - it didn’t have to be. It would suffice until your contact made you fake passports, and you could get the hell out of the country. 

Loki did suggest simply teleporting the pair of you to Asgard, but that would hardly be a safe place to hide. And besides… why would he make such a ridiculous suggestion? Because he expected it to be shut down? Was your plan - your dream - to run away to somewhere in Asia and live a simple life actually his plot all along? And which god would agree to a simple life? Was it a ploy to make you feel safe before he betrayed you and left with the cloaking device? 

Questions upon questions filled your head. You weren’t sure if you were being your own worst enemy, so you decided to sleep on it. Loki asked if you wanted to get a drink at the motel bar, but you just wanted to creep under the covers and sleep the adrenaline off. He didn’t protest - he wanted you to be comfortable. 

It only made you more paranoid. Why didn’t he care enough to insist on a celebratory drink? Was he going to take this time to plot his escape? 

If betrayal were inevitable, you’d strike first. 

As soon as you heard the door click shut, you leaped out of bed and got dressed. You grabbed the bag with the device and the car keys and ran to the door. Then you paused… if you left right now, Loki wouldn’t stop looking for you. And nowhere on earth would be safe from a god. 

With a heavy heart, you called the Avengers facility from the motel landline. 

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You watched from the shadows as Loki drank his whiskey all alone. Your heart ached as you turned the key in the ignition, and the engine roared to life. Maybe it wasn’t too late… maybe you could grab him from the motel bar, drag him to the car, and keep running. 

Those hopes were dashed when you saw the Iron Suit’s unmistakable lights draw closer to the motel. For a moment you looked back at Loki to mouth a silent apology. He managed to lock eyes with you for a split second, confused and hurt, before the roof crashed in on him. 

Nothing good starts in a getaway car. 

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I hope this is similar to what you wanted <3

Feel free to leave requests here, and you can find my Masterlist here <3

[milktea-kitty]

Little Lamb (Sero Hanta x Lamb! Reader)

Warning: Pure Fluffy fluff, School boy pining heheh

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Sero was not one to be careless with his clothes. But somehow, his friends noticed how the hole in his left sleeve kept coming back.

“Dude you gotta get that fixed, it’s like the third time that’s ripped. You could get hurt during training Yknow.” Kaminari exclaimed.

Sero gave a nervous chuckle,” Don’t worry man, I’ll just go back to the support classroom before we head back to the dorms today. “

Bakugo scoffed grabbing the boys’ attention as they didn’t even know he was listening in to the conversation.

“How exactly did you manage to rip that shit again, soy sauce?”, he replied.

“Um- ..well-“, before Sero could answer, the bell rang signaling the end of the day.

Sero shot up and sped out their door with a ,”See you guys back at the dorms!”

The 3 boys were left confused as to why he was in such a rush. Mina and Jirou walked over giggling at what they witnessed.

“It’s so cute isn’t it?” Mina says.

Kirishima and Kaminari looked at each other with confusion before Kaminari replied,”What is???”

Jirou perks up,”Of course Bakugo is the only one to figure it out, you’ll guys’ll just have to learn the hard way.”

“Follow him dummies and you’ll see.” Mina laughs with Jirou following next to her.

Now extra curious, Kirishima and Kaminari tiptoe just outside the support course door, hearing voices inside. Trying their best to be stealthy, they peak in to see Sero and you.

The sweet girl with a lamb mutation quirk as well as hatsumes partner. They knew that while Hatsume deals with the more technical side of support, you were busy drawing costume designs and sewing. They remember seeing a glimpse of you and your fluffy little ears after the sports festival (which you shyly declined joining out of fear).

“Again senpai? I sewed it really tight last time. I’m sorry…”, you sighed disappointed with your work.

Sero’s eyes widened and became a little fearful, “ AH, no no (y/n)!! It’s me, I need to be more careful when I’m using my quirk, haha.”

You giggled a little at his silliness, “Well, if you want I can finish this really quick. Did you want to sit down while I patch it up?”

“Y- yes, I can sit (y/n).”

Sero took a sit next to you and watched as your hands methodically move the needle in a fluid motion.

Half way through, you get so focused you forget Sero was next to you as you start humming a gentle tune.

Sero doesn’t take his eyes off you, so entranced with your beauty.

He met you when he first got his costume, having been designed by you and Hatsume. He didn’t think a girl such as you could exist.

Two fluffy white ears and a matching tail. Always wearing that little bow and bell choker around your neck that made you stand out as a lamb even more. Your soft and timid nature, your delicate frame, just all of you. He didn’t think you’d ever wanna hang out with a guy like him; so far out of your league, but you never shied away from him, which only made him want you more.

You gasped causing Sero to break out of his daydream.

“I’m sorry senpai! My humming must’ve been annoying you, I got a little too focused on what I was doing I forgot you were right there!” you cried out.

“It’s alright (y/n), really! It was actually-..pretty cute seeing you all focused like that, hehe..” he replied nervously.

Your cheeks went bright red not knowing what to say to respond to his compliment.

“I..thank you senpai. I think- you’re pretty cute too..” you say a little quietly.

“I MEAN.. Like in a manly way… cause you’re a hero, I bet heroes don’t get called cute but like handsome!! You’re handsome..I MEAN-“

“DO YOU WANNA GO OUT WITH ME?!”

“YES”

You both sit in silence for a couple seconds having processed the mess of a conversation.

“….I um finished the hole too…”

“Oh, right , thank you (y/n)”

You both sat still looking at the floor not knowing what to do next.

“(Y/n).”

“Yes senpai?”

“Call me Hanta now, please”

“…..okay, senpai”

He looked at you before laughing at how cute you were.

“Hey, I’ll text you, okay? We’ll get it all set up.”

“O-okay sen-..Hanta.”

He blushes hearing his name come out of your mouth for the first time while walking out the door.

And subsequently tripping over Kirishima and Kaminari on the floor.

“WHAT THE FUCK.” Sero exclaimed

Kaminari looks up rubbing his head before saying “(Y/N) GO ON A DATE WITH ME INSTEAD, I KNOW HOW TO TREAT A LADY RIG-“ before getting smacked hard in the head by Kirishima.

“DUDE, you’re RUINING the VIBE” Kiri exclaims.

You start to giggle and then laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, as Seros ears turn bright pink from his friends idiocy as well as listening to the cutest laugh from the cutest little lamb he’s ever met.

[soudlenoop]

“What even happens in this AU of yours, Mr. Big Time Gambler?” Part 2.5

HYPERCHROME AU CHAPTER 2.5: SURGE’S TIME TO SHINE

Theme: https://youtu.be/mVurA44hwiw?si=yVqoFLEZIQ0AGezO (Kickstart My Heart - Motley Crue)

Hey, look, check this out! I can count without going up a number! This is the first of the subchapters for Hyperchrome AU. These subchapters (which I’ve lovingly dubbed “point-fives”) typically focus on the corresponding main chapter’s events, but from a different character’s perspective. They can also take place before the events of the main story, and act as context to the actions of another character, or something. Speaking of something…

Chapter 2.5 takes place at the same time as Chapter 2, and focuses on the misadventures of Surge Laverock the Tenrec, who starts out as an average student (Yeah, kids actually do have school in this universe) living an average life in Starlight City, counting down the days until Winter Break… but then, PLOT happened! How did it happen, you ask? On a school trip to a power plant, Surge finds herself in a classic case of “wrong time, wrong place” when she gets a little too close to a generator that suddenly goes haywire, causing herself to get shocked at a dangerously high voltage.

Luckily, Surge survives, but she soon discovers that the accident granted her the power of electrokinesis! Inspired by the various comic book superheroes she read about, Surge decides to use this newfound ability to fight evil! Unfortunately, uhh… well, it’s not as easy as it looks.

The rest of the chapter consists of Surge slowly getting accustomed to her status as a hero. Along the way, she meets many new faces, while simultaneously getting into WACKY SHENANIGANS!!!

What kind of new faces? Well at one point, Surge meets Kitsuna Keller the Fennec, after saving him from getting the crap beaten out of him or something, I don’t know. They become very good friends, ok? I’m very tired of writing this.

Surge also has Amy Rose, her friend that she has in school, which she DOES go to. She likes Sonic a lot. Like a whole lot… Like, seriously, she’d do anything for Sonic… yeah.

But also, we got villains. 3 of them, in fact. At some point, Surge attracts the attention of infamous crime boss, Clutch Carnby the Opossum, after her heroic feats are recognized by the mainstream. Clutch, feeling the stress of GUN’s recent appearance in South Island, fears the possibility of what is essentially a second Sonic, and hires 2 mercenaries to take Surge out.

Who are these 2 mercenaries? Don’t worry, I’ll tell you. The first one is Mimic the Shapeshifter, an Octopus who can take the form of virtually anybody. He’s weirdly secretive about his past, but that doesn’t matter, he’s still pretty good at what he does.

The second one is Nicole Stilgram the Weasel. Why, yes, she IS the sister of Nack Stilgram the Weasel, the guy I mentioned in the Chapter 2 description! Don’t be confused, though, they’re very different. See, while Nack is a GUN soldier in this AU, Nicole acts more accordingly to how Nack acts in the actual games.

Basically, these 3 miscreants give Surge a whole heap of trouble, and eventually, they actually seem to have her cornered in an alleyway, but an oddly lucky slip-up by Mimic gives Surge the chance to escape! Naturally, Clutch and Nicole begin to give chase, before being suddenly stopped… by Mimic?!

Immediately, a gaggle of GUN soldiers appear from every angle, weapons all pointed at Clutch and Nicole, but not Mimic or Surge. Hey, wait a sec! That Octopus is no miscreant! I don’t even think he’s a mercenary! Mimic’s shapeshifting-form-thing that I should explain slowly dissolves, revealing a GUN uniform! …If you haven’t caught on yet, the big twist is that Mimic is a spy from GUN. Bet you didn’t see that coming, and yes, I DID foreshadow it in the Chapter 2 description. You can call him… Private Mimic Nisemono. Wh-… No, “Private” isn’t part of his name, that’s just his rank in GUN.

So, the group of GUN soldiers arrest Clutch, but unfortunately, Nicole escapes. Before leaving, Mimic apologizes to Surge for any confusion, and then goes off to do… y’know, GUN stuff.

A little while later, Clutch is broken out of prison, with the help of Nicole… who promptly shoots Clutch in the back, killing him! Now, NICOLE is the infamous crime boss! Or something like that, I don’t know, I’ve been writing this for too long.

I’m gonna be honest with everybody, I had a real hard time writing this. I guess I just lost motivation a bit there, but hopefully, I can find it again for Chapter 3! See you next time!

[whoseyscientist]

BEST BATMAN FICS I’VE READ 3 BRUCE WAYNE FOCUSED

Hihoo Here’s some more crazy good batman fics with a particular focus on the sad angsty man in the bat suit because I love him so! Mix of gen/batfam and shipping stuff cause I just wish him well in life c:

As I was making this list I realised alot of them were one-shots huh the more you know- mix of mainly one-shots and the occasional epic lengths lol

= General/ Batfam =

Nominal

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8613352

Don't ask why Batman is sad unless you're willing to give him the time to consult his spreadsheet.

(legitimately?? funniest batman fic I’ve ever read, one-shot) 

The Jason Project

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19899613

Jason had just wanted to see his autopsy report, he had only wanted to know what information Bruce had about his death. And when Bruce hadn't given it to him, he had stolen it. He hadn’t meant to stumble upon the bucket list of a dead child and the footage of a grieving father crossing one item after another off the list.

(^ short, sweet and very emotional)

More Precious Than Gold

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13273611/chapters/30371190

Most dragons sleep on their hoards.

Bruce's hoard sleeps on him.

Or: Bruce is a dragon. Predictably, he hoards orphans.

(so, so goddamn cute, two shot)

Manor-Dad lets me drive the Batmobile

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19002637/chapters/45125308

Bruce had two options when Dick found the Cave. 1) Tell him the truth. 2) Go along with Dick’s excited “You’re dating Batman!” until he figured out the truth.

Several children later Bruce wished he’d gone with option 1) or he wouldn’t have to deal with all his kids believing he and Batman were separate people. Yes, even Damian.

(Unfinished but still so very funny, crazy good fic)

dad time

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20434550

five times the justice league misinterpreted batman's actions + one time they absolutely did not

(Bruce just proudly showing off his kids in League business is so canon lmao, one shot, also this author in general has some quality batfam content legit)

Cingulomania (Sometimes, Dad Needs a Hug)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29690424#main

‘Right,’ Tim said, in the voice he used on missions, ‘we’re going to have to call in an expert.’ * ‘Hey guys!’ Dick said, voice slightly crackly over Tim’s phone speakers. ‘What’s up? I’m not supposed to visit until tomorrow - is something wrong?’ - Something is seriously not right with Bruce. They’re a family of detectives and no one can figure it out. It’s kind of embarrassing.

They’re all starting to get worried. - (Sometimes, Bruce needs a hug.)

(^ Feeding my bruce is touch starved agenda quite nicely, one shot)

A Hero Lost

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40358904/chapters/101096682#workskin

When Jason Todd died on that fateful April day, Bruce was tempted to just... stop. To let the world know he was Batman, and that it'd just lost a hero in Jason Todd.

And so he did.

It didn't keep him from mourning the death of his son.

Or: Bruce quits being Batman in the wake of Jason's death, tells the world who he is, then retires to Montana and slowly finds healing. And when Jason comes back to life six months later, and Talia tells him 'you remain unavenged,' he can't find any evidence to support that, so he goes home.

(^ Truly, truly beautiful, it’s a short read but very much worth it)

In For a Pound Series

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17558375/chapters/41378861

25 is too young to be a Dad. That's what Bruce thought when Talia dropped off this baby she claimed was his. Add to that a jealous 11-year-old Dick, and Bruce has his hands full. What does one even do with a baby? Why does this baby scowl so much? And when on earth is Talia coming back?

(^ Very good series with some very fun batfam shenanigans)

Matches

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8074405

What in the hell kind of name for an alias is Matches?

(one-shot, silly, very funny dialogue- bruce is so awkwardly charming I love it)

= Shipping =

Whoever Falls First

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7679041

"There's more kryptonite out there. When the Superman returns, there's going to be an all-star battle royale in the criminal underworld. Every megalomaniacal freak will want a piece of it so they can get a piece of you. And some of them will manage. They'll weaponize it and won't hesitate to use it against you, and when that happens I will not have you flailing around like an idiot."

aka: Bruce teaches Clark how to fight.

(have I recommended this before? I can’t remember, either way it’s immaculately written, superbat one-shot)

pull out the pin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42361755

Revulsion curled in Clark’s gut, instinctual and sudden. He knew, without knowing how, that the creature wearing Bruce’s face was not Bruce.

“Oh boy,” Not-Bruce cracked its neck, turning its grin on the rest of the group, “You do not want to be in this head, let me tell you.”

(superbat and sooo good, also do yourself a favour and just read all of this authors stuff, its always a banger)

Dilectus Meus Mihi...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/301669/chapters/482974

Clark Kent has lost all his memories of being Superman, and Bruce Wayne must retrain him in the use of his powers. But his super-powered identity isn't all he's forgotten...

(two shot, fun and sweet, just superbat falling in love again <3)

my body is an orphanage (we take everyone in)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12683415

He can stand in a room with the League members and receive surreptitious glances from each one of them individually, each one of them trying to communicate with the intensity of their eyes some sort of camaraderie with Bruce, us against the world, which would be funny, would be far less bitter and ironic, if he wasn’t so desperate to affirm with each of them in turn, yes, you are my friend, for better or for worse.

So he lets them have sex with him because it seems like that means a lot to them.

(^ ace bruce!- incredibly bittersweet with a very sweet ending, poor bruce man :c)

ship-to-ship combat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39666915/chapters/99302841

"Clark. What the hell is this," Lois asks, staring at Clark's Bruceman WIP folder. Clark's first instinct is to fly away, but that would still leave his fic on display for her to see. His second instinct is to blast a hole straight through his laptop screen with his heat vision, which isn't much better.

Clark, in an attempt to make some spare cash, unintentionally stumbles into the world of superhero fanfiction, becomes a prolific writer for Gotham's OTP, and tries his best to fend off rival fans who want him to convert to superbat instead.

(^ i really just assume everyones already heard of this one cause it’s just- really well written but its superbat and bruceman(LOL) it’s un-finished but hilarious and surprisingly real and emotional)

as to which may be the true

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7880368/chapters/17998981#main

It isn't difficult to go on in the wake of Superman's death. His resurrection, though, poses a problem—especially when it turns out there's no such thing as the right moment to explain that Martha Kent's obnoxious billionaire friend? Is also the man who tried really hard to shove a kryptonite spear through Clark's face.

(I love post resurrection content it’s so good, superbat)

Nine Tenths

https://archiveofourown.org/works/426785

In which the man who's faster than a speeding bullet is pretty slow on the uptake. Bruce corrects this problem the only way he knows how: by being smarter than the average bat. Stark is more than willing to lend a hand.

(this is so cute, gotta love some jealous superbat, also Clark being the one that hates a random hero for literally no reason is fucking hilarious I love it everytime lol)

Remembering Normal

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11494842/chapters/25786338

Hal Jordan is a totally normal alpha, and definitely NOT gay. At all. Like, even a little. Except there was this once. . .

(steamyy, this author has such an insane grasp on bruce and hal as characters its actually insane, their lvl of dialogue is something I aspire for, batlantern)

Late Night Talks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34941634

Two-face's new partner looks a lot like Bruce Wayne. Surely that doesn't mean anything...

(Twobat, oneshot and the first introduction I’ve ever had to two face/matches malone)

[polyphonical]

Red Hot Island - Chapter 3

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Location: Starmony Dorms Kitchen

Chiaki: Munch munch… Gulp. Munch munch munchーー

Leo: Chew chew! Munch munch…Gulp! Gobble! [1]

Kaoru: …Wow, fast. It feels like I’m feeding stray cats.

Chiaki: Delicious! It’s delicious, Hakaze! So awesome~ I can’t believe you’re such a good cook!

Kaoru: Eh~?  I think it’s pretty normal though.

Even if I called myself a good cook, there are better cooks in the dorms. People like Shiina-kun or Souma-kun would get mad at me.

Chiaki: Don’t sell yourself short! I already envy you for being able to cook at all!

Leo: He’sh ritch! I neber had ‘neethin ash good ash thish ehgg bow! (He’s right! I never had anything as good as this egg bowl!)

Kaoru: Ah~ Well, first, you should swallow before you talk, Tsukinaga-kun.

Chiaki and Leo: Thank you for the meal!

Kaoru: Yeah, don’t worry about it~

Leo: Wahaha☆ I’m back to life! From the depths of hell, I lived, world! The world is shining brightly!

If it weren’t for Morisa~ and Kaoru, I’d be in big trouble! The world would be in a crisis from losing a genius like me! Crisis averted! Thanks!

Chiaki: Eh? The world would be in a crisis…? It’s hero-like to save the world itself, isn’t it…?!

Oh! I didn’t do much, but I’m glad to hear a global crisis has been averted! That’s what being a hero is! Fuhahaha☆

Leo: As expected of a hero! Wahahaha☆

Kaoru: I think I’m pretty good at getting into the flow of things but… Getting into this convo with Moricchi and Tsukinaga-kun sounds like a hassle.

Leo: What’s a hassle!? You know, communication and singing are what connect this world together!

Fine! If talking is too much, then let’s just sing! Cuz, singing is universal!

Kaoru: No no, it’s fine, we’re fine communicating the way we are!

Chiaki: By the way, Tsukinaga, why were you passed out in the hallway?

Leo: Ah, right! I was too focused on composing… Before I knew it, I totally forgot to eat and change my clothes.

Chiaki: I see! So, it was just like we thought.

Kaoru: So, since you came out of your room, you finished writing the song?

Leo: Yeah. I finished writing, so I thought I’d come to the kitchen and get something to eat… But, after I left my room, I have no idea what happened.

Chiaki: Then, you left your room, but ran out of energy.

Kaoru: And after that, Moricchi saw you. It’s a good thing he found you early.

Eichi: Sigh…

Leo: Huh? What’s with that guy? He’s just standing at the kitchen entrance and sighing.

Chiaki: Eh? Ah, it’s Tenshouin. He really is standing there. What’s the matter?

Leo: Ah. He sat at the end of our table.

Eichi: Siiigh…

Chiaki：? Tenshouin, what’s――

Kaoru: (Whispering) Wait, wait, Moricchi stop!

Chiaki: (Whispering) Huh? What’s wrong? What’d you stop me for…?

Kaoru: (Whispering) Moricchi, I know you’re a good guy and all, but… You shouldn’t get involved with people like him.

Chiaki: (Whispering) But… It sounds like something is really bothering him. I would feel bad if I left a friend when I knew something was troubling him.

Kaoru: (Whispering) No, but, think about it carefully. It’s Tenshouin-kun??

(Whispering) No matter how you look at it, he’s obviously acting suspicious. It’s clear he wants us to go up to him and ask, “What’s wrong?” It’s like he’s screaming “pay attention to me~”

(Whispering) If it was a girl, I’d definitely think it was cute though~ But it’s just Tenshouin-kun…

(Whispering) And it’s not like he wants our attention because he’s bored either. I’m sure he’s up to no good.

Chiaki: (Whispering) No good? No way, it can’t be. Is it that unthinkable that Tenshouin could have a problem like any other person?

Leo: (Whispering) That’s sweet, Morisa~. That guy is like a panda, see?

Chiaki: (Whispering) A panda? That’s nice~ A panda rolling around… Cute!

Leo: (Whispering) Right, it’s sweet! Even though he may look harmless, a panda is still just a grass-eating bear! He’s going to attack us if we approach him!

Chiaki: (Whispering) A bear… I don’t think he’s that harmful though.

Eichi: …… Siiiiiighhhhhh…

Chiaki: Aah it’s no use! I can’t leave him alone…!

Tenshouin, what’s wrong? What’s troubling you?

Leo: Ahh, idiot!

Kaoru: Ah… He couldn’t hold back any longer and asked him…

Eichi: Hello, Chiaki. I’m having a little bit of trouble. Could you listen to me for a bit? I’d love to talk to you about it……♪

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They are literally just making the onomatopoeias for these sounds I didn't wanna just write out the sfx of them eating so...

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71 with glitchless for the fic prompts? <3

I'm always down to write for glitchless! Thanks for the request. (Here's the prompt list for everyone else!)

“It’s like they’re always waiting to catch you off your guard,” Gyro mutters. He’s hardly even focusing, hands busy dismantling a glitchy piece of the cloud. “And then they mess things up.”

Gandra laughs, a nervous but pretty sound. “Something like that, yeah.”

Gyro looks up, just for a second. She’s typing something on a hologram keyboard, her bangs hanging halfway in her face, a band-aid across one cheek after their fight with Beaks. Her free hand is shaking a little, betraying her worry with so many new people, but she’s still smiling and doing her best to finish her work. He turns back to his own task before he starts blushing.

Fenton was right. She is incredible.

“When you aren’t paying attention, they watch you,” he presses something wrong, and the glitch turns the familiar blue of a computer error. He frowns. “And then things go haywire as soon as they start going well.”

“Exactly! Huey said you’d get it. That you, uh… how did he phrase it? You didn’t start out a hero either.” She sits down beside him at the workstation, reaching for his tools. “But something tells me it wasn’t FOWL you got mixed up with.”

“It was just as bad,” he admits, turning the glitched piece so she can look at it. “My old mentor tried to destroy Tokyolk.”

“Very cool of him,” she says sarcastically, squinting and tilting her head as she looks over the glitch. “I bet you weren’t getting paid near enough for that.”

He laughs. It’s been a while since he’s talked to someone he felt could actually understand him, much less joke about the things he’s dealt with. “Of course not, when do they ever?”

“Never. At least, not with Bradford.”

“I was almost glad when he turned out evil,” he flicks his hand, creating a set of hex keys, then pulls out the smallest one. “He’s a terrible boss. Always talking about budgets and turning down good projects.”

“He really is!” Gandra laughs again, leaning over the glitch with a screwdriver in one hand. This time, she sounds a little more comfortable. “You’d think after decades of master planning he’d at least be a good villain, but he’s just some tightwad in a suit.”

“That’s Bradford, alright,” Gyro laughs too. But he’s distracted now, spinning the hex key between his fingers. She hates stuck-up businessmen almost as much as he does, and she’s prickly but kind, and her hair is falling over her very blue eyes again like it’s a shield, but she’s letting him past it. He remembers Fenton telling him earlier, in a hurry, that she was a “really good person and so understanding and just like us, if you’ll give her a chance” and he gets it. He gets her.

She’s a scientist with big dreams that the world keeps burying. A hopeful heart she’s had to hide, because sometimes plans don’t work out and people aren’t kind to new ideas. He understands that all too well. It’s what he bonded with Fenton over, despite their many differences—they see each other, all of each other, like nobody else has ever been able to before. And though they’ve barely met, he knows why Fenton’s fallen in love with her, and he’s trying to keep himself from doing the same.

After all, what are the odds they both look at him the same way?

“I think that should do it,” Gandra declares, a hint of triumph pushing through the anxiety. “That might be all of them.”

“It should be,” Gyro agrees, looking around at the beautiful landscape. “You two built something really… special. I’m impressed.”

“Oh! Um, thanks. Thank you,” all of a sudden, she’s blushing. “Fenton said you’d be happy to help work out the kinks, but I was worried it would go wrong and… well, you know.”

“Yeah. I know.” He sighs, pushing away bad memories of past disasters. “That’s the hardest part of inventing things. But I’m… glad you trusted us.”

“I’m glad I trusted you too,” she looks away, her voice suddenly turning soft. “It’s… nice to know someone else understands, I guess. Nobody else has before.”

“Yeah,” Gyro looks out over the yellowed sky, the jagged clouds drifting past. He could never have invented something of this magnitude alone, but working together has brought one of Fenton’s elaborate ideas to life. And though he’s loathe to admit it, his former intern is becoming a great scientist in his own—

“Hi, Dr. Gearloose! And hi Gandra!” Fenton chirps, suddenly behind them. “M’ma had to head home, and honestly I’m kind of relieved. She can be so protective sometimes, and I know she means well, but—well, I can take care of myself. And I trust you guys! I think I managed to convince her it’ll be okay if I stay late to work on the Gizmocloud a little while longer.”

“Gizmocloud. What a stupid name,” Gyro remarks, before he can stop himself. He’s trying to be the mentor Akita could never be for himself, but sometimes Fenton’s personality and his just… clash.

“That’s what I said!” Gandra declares, reaching over to kiss Fenton’s cheek. “We’re still workshopping.”

And there, beside them both, watching the pixelated waves roll and taking in a view they’ve built together, Gyro decides he could get used to this. He could get used to being loved and part of something.

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NEW MUTANTS: LETHAL LEGION #1 - THOUGHTS

There were several X-books out this week, but my favorite was the fantastic first issue of New Mutants: Lethal Legion, the FIRST Big 2 mainline mini-series ever to have a trans femme  character as the protagonist, and I feel like talking about it a little. 

Brought to us by @charliejaneanders​ and a fantastic team of artists, this issue sets up two plots, with Escapade, Cerebella, and Honey Badger (Sorry, Charlie, can’t bring myself to call her Scout) doing a silly heist in the hopes of distracting Martha from her trauma, while Wolfsbane attempts to convince Morgan to come to Krakoa. 

I won’t be doing a beat-for-beat rundown (Go read the issue!), instead just highlighting some of the things that stuck out to me. 

First, for as kind and compassionate as Shela is, I enjoy how she is completely unmerciful toward those who don’t deserve it. She may have realized calling herself a “villain” was silly and didn’t suit her at all, but she’s still someone who’s faced heavy discrimination, who’s been fighting and involved in crime to survive since she was a teenager, and who wanted to be like Emma Frost; of course she’s practical (and a little extra) about dealing with enemies.

Martha’s always been great, but I’ve absolutely been loving her since Vita Ayala made her part of their cast, and continuing to give her shine as Shela’s “best friend” was a great call. Martha still struggling to unpack her trauma, even though by all logic she should feel better, and contrasting her and Shela’s different views on things based on the different types of hate they’ve faced in their lives is good stuff. 

Look, this is sad for Morgan and all, genuinely so, but like...well, it’s acknowledged in-universe at this point that even on a good day, the X-Men are kind of jerks (It’s part of their charm!), but there’s something hilarious about this being Shela’s first issue as a proper X-hero, and mostly-Krakoan, and instantly she’s being a bitch and ignoring her lifelong best friend’s texts as he’s getting kicked out of his (formerly THEIR) apartment. 

Yes, it’s because she’s gotten sucked into her new life, and she’s been focusing her attention on helping Martha, but still. 

This. Motherfucking. Ensemble. 

It is the worst outfit I have ever seen, and I’m in love. 

Rahne Sinclair, we all know you’re a lesbian. Admit it already. 

What Martha is going through is very similar to what Rahne went through in Hickman and Ayala’s runs, and I’m hoping that’s intentional, and these two plots will intersect. 

This part I’ve already joked about, but Shela, girl, let’s talk about this. 

1. You used to look up to Emma Frost. Did you only start saying “Eat the Rich” after Krakoa came around? 

2. Did no one tell you that being Krakoan automatically makes you rich? You could be stocking up on so much food for Hibbert! 

3. You’ve now mostly decided to live on Krakoa. You do understand this nation is ruled by a dictatorial oligarchy of 12 who wield absolute power and live in castles while having everyone else share habitat domes with a dozen other people, RIGHT? Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to know literally all but one of them are extremely corrupt; you’re new here after all. 

Called it. I totally called it. I 100% called it. The last three issues of New Mutants made it far too clear this was where we were heading, and I’m so happy we did. Shela and Martha are adorable together, and now, this isn’t just the first mainline mini-series with a trans femme lead, it’s also another Marvel book with a sapphic couple in the leading roles! Well done! 

(Also, Shela, I see you fantasizing about wearing that Emma-looking outfit. Me thinks you haven’t completely turned on her) 

Gabby is only in this story because she heard something stupid was going on and she wanted to be a part of it. I love her. 

There is not one brain cell to be found here. 

To be honest, at least so far, I haven’t really enjoyed Morgan as a character. Compared to all the facets we’ve gotten from Shela as the focus of her stories, Morgan’s remained pretty one-note, and it’s not a note I particularly enjoy. He’s prissy, hates Krakoa, and liked things how they were. 

It also really doesn’t help that when actually asked about his issues with Krakoa, he makes an extremely weak argument. There are COUNTLESS major issues with Krakoa, but all he brings up is “You made your own language” and “All Mutants are soldiers”. 

And I’m sitting here like...really? Rahne ends up refuting his latter point in a great speech that makes a lot of sense for her, specifically, to give (though she could have also brought up that 99% of the Mutant population aren’t combatants. Then again, that would bring up Krakoa’s class system, and that would be a genuine thing Morgan would be right to complain about), but she doesn’t even bother addressing the language thing, probably because it’s such a ridiculous thing to complain about. 

She also doesn’t address the mention of “nationalism”. Krakoa IS absolutely a nationalist state, but whether that means “We are superior to all the monkeys who call themselves humans living on this planet” or “We have pride in our culture and will do whatever we have to to protect it from those who’d do us harm” really just comes down to whether you’re reading a Hickman-era book or a Post Hickman-era book. 

You idiots are all going to die. I’d laugh, but I’ve been waiting since X-Factor was unfairly cancelled to see a trans woman go through resurrection, so fingers crossed. 

That’s all I’ve got! Hope you all enjoyed ,and if you’d like to see me go over other comics like this, let me know! 

[bestworstcase]

“it sounds crazy but i think we’re in a fairytale,” “that world is just make-believe,” “we’re not in the stupid book we’re in its stupid sequel,” “but… she learned her lesson in the end, right?,” “but ascension wasn’t in the book” & “what else did alyx leave out?,” “that can’t be right,” “i just don’t get how the story is both real and not,” “she was selfish, like the world was just make-believe,” “the more i tried to get the story back on track, the more she distrusted me,” “i couldn’t even be the make-believe hero”—3/5 of the way through the volume and they are still HAMMERING on this, and while it initially was conveyed mostly as humorous exasperation, the tone began to change in 4 and in 5-6 the drumbeat has become dead serious.

like. it is profoundly centrally important to the arc narrative that rwby+j don’t know how to make sense of this situation—even though they’ve undergone notionally similar revelations about both the realness and not-realness of fairytales. one or two humorous beats upfront while they get their bearings is only to be expected (this place is weird!) but it’s been constant since the minute they figured out which story they fell into.

what this says to me is either:

1. the kids really did not learn anything in V4-6 except insofar as the amount of factual information they knew about the world increased; none of them engaged whatsoever in thinking critically about the potential realness of fairytales or about the unreliability of fairytales as a source of information. this is a lot more plausible than it sounds on its face, because a) they are traumatized teenagers who had the fate of the world dumped in their laps overnight, they had a lot of fires to put out and an abundance of other fish to fry, and b) the way the kids react particularly to jinn’s revelations very much focuses on ozpin lying to them personally—there is little if any engagement with the bigger picture of ozma having used fairytales and myths to construct a false reality. thus, the ever after confronts them very suddenly and very unavoidably with a lot of ideas they really should have considered prior but glossed over because they were worried about a million other things, and this provokes fear and discomfort and subconscious rejection of the untrustworthiness of fairytale on historical matters.

or,

2. the ever after tangibly is different from, say, the girl in the tower or the story of the seasons, and the girls have picked up on this even though they can’t quite articulate why; the enormous and increasingly heavy emphasis placed on this difficulty they’re having with the ever after is flagging this difference for the audience (because we would otherwise take the ever after in stride as another real-but-not-fully-true fairytale—we have none of the characters’ hang ups or myopia about this).

or,

3. both.

now of course the most recent addition to my stable of dead horses is that the ever after is a genuinely fictional world and that “both real and not” is an accurate description in the most literal sense—because that makes the most sense—but the first possibility is also very. ooooh. because if true it means the girls are a lot further behind on getting to ‘if we can’t beat her, reason with her’ with salem than i thought they were—like, if they haven’t even really grasped “sometimes stories are real but not true” yet…

…and the thing is. that kind of dovetails in a skewed way with ruby’s “real life isn’t like a fairytale; that’s why we’re i’m here” mentality in that she understands perfectly well that the world doesn’t work like a story but she feels compelled and obligated to make it do so; the real-but-not enigma is entangled with the way she thinks about herself and her purpose in life. the fairytale isn’t real but it’s her duty to reify the fairytale or die trying.

and it strikes me that this is probably what ruby’s personal resolution, in this arc, is going to revolve around: reconciling the distress she’s feeling about how ‘the girl who fell through the world’ can be real but not true is her emotional off-ramp from “fairytales aren’t real but you exist to make them true”—because these are two sides of one coin and incidentally also the first step in realizing the answer to the salem problem.

i’m sort of wondering now if the final ‘retelling’ of ‘the girl who fell through the world’ might actually be something along the lines of ruby getting to experience it through alyx’s eyes—a literal re-enactment of the story with herself literally rather than metaphorically in alyx’s shoes, or else a lost fable-esque situation where she’s following along and watching over alyx’s shoulder. (<- actually. maybe that’s who “lewis” is? the kind one, the clever one, the… silent one who has no bearing on the story because he is a passive observer following along in alyx’s footsteps. ‘lewis carroll’ is a pseudonym. a mask, as it were.)

[toujokaname]

One Night Spectacle / Episode 3

Author: Kino Seitaro with Akira

Characters: Hokuto, Arashi, Kanata, Hiyori, Tatsumi

"Ta-daa~h ♪ Horn headbands~♪"

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Location: Amusement Park

Season: Winter

Time: Next day. Early morning at 9:00 a.m.

Hokuto: Ooi. Where are you, seniors!

They said they were going to buy some drinks, but they've spent way too much time. At this rate, we'll have to wait in long lines for the attractions.

Arashi: Maybe it's fine. If we show up in a crowd, we'll cause a commotion, won't we?

Hokuto: Well, that is true... Even though it's a weekday, there seems to be a good number of visitors.

If we have to wait in an hour-long line for a single attraction, it'll ruin the amusement park experience for us.

Kanata: Hokuto~ Arashi~ This way, this way.

Come on, come on. Now that we've obtained our "water", shall we get in line for the "attractions"?

Hokuto: Mm. When did you get in line? We were waiting in front of the entrance gate.

If you act on your own, you'll get separated and lost.

Kanata: I will not get lost. I have been to this "amusement park" several times for Hero Shows.

Hiyori: Fufufu. Hey now, are you capable of keeping up with our speed?

Tatsumi: Hiyori-san, Kanata-san. Are you going to leave them behind...?

Hiyori: Don't worry. I'm sure Hokuto-kun and Arashi-chan realize that from now on, time is of the essence!

Come on, you two! Hurry up to catch up with me!

We're heading for the most popular attraction, the roller coaster!

Hokuto: What a bunch of troublesome seniors. Let's go, Narukami.

Arashi: Yup, let's do it. We've gotta make this one day off worthwhile ♪

Hiyori: Mhm, mhm! This sense of urgency as you slowly climb up the rails! This is undoubtedly the real charm of a roller coaster!

Tatsumi: After climbing up, it'll be a sharp nosedive into the reservoir. I can't wait.

Arashi: I-It's getting really high up. This, will it really be okay?

Kanata: Yes. The higher you go, the more fun it is to get "splashed" by the water.

Hokuto: That's not what she meant—

Tatsumi: We're at the summit. Keep your eyes ahead and stay focused.

Kanata: Now, let's go~ Splaaaash...!

Arashi: Eeeeek~~~!

Hokuto: Uwaaaah~~~!

Hokuto: Achoo...!

Haah, I got water all over my head. It's a real pain in this cold weather.

Arashi: Seriously, I've been trying to look presentable all morning and now my makeup's all messed up. Can I fix it later?

Hiyori: Fufu. There are a bunch of attractions coming up, so I'm sure you'll get all messy anyway!

So, that's that. After drying our clothes and hair, let's move on to the next...✩

Arashi: Jeeez. How selfish.

Tatsumi: But now Kanata-san's "wish" has been fulfilled. "To take a bath with everyone"—it was thought to be an unreasonable demand, but it came true.

Kanata: Yes~ I enjoyed "bathing", I am completely satisfied...♪

Arashi: Then, let's make my "wish" come true next.

Hokuto: Narukami's "wish" was to "dress everyone up in cute matching outfits".

But, how can you get matching outfits in an amusement park?

Arashi: Right. I thought of something.

Really, I would've liked to go to a shopping mall or something like that.

But going shopping with little time to spare seems far from a depiction of a friendly relationship between high school boys.

So, I'll have everyone dress up as the mascot character of this amusement park ♪

Hokuto: Mascot character...?

Arashi: Well, you'll see. If we go to the store, you'll figure it out...♪

Hiyori: Ta-daa~h ♪ Horn headbands~♪

Now, I'm sure any item would look good on me, but I'd like to know what you think of it, and of course, you have got to shower me with compliments!

Arashi: Ufufu. Tomoe-senpai is as cute as he always is ♪ But I won't lose either, right?

Hiyori: You should be proud to belong to Pretty 5! As expected from a Circle Member who shares the same goals as me ♪

Arashi: My, I'm super happy ♪ If you praise me so highly, I'm gonna want to wear it everyday ♪

Arashi: Yes! Pretty 5! (High five)

Hiyori: Pretty 5! (High five)

Hokuto: What's with this strange excitement... Did the air of the amusement park get to you?

Hiyori: When you have praise to give or are deeply moved, say it out loud! ...That's the first step of communication, isn't it?

Hokuto: Hm. It's better than being too ashamed to say anything. I tend to say unnecessary things, so lately I've been thinking it's better to keep my thoughts to myself—

But maybe I should be more honest about what I think with the members of Getto Spectacle, just as I am with Trickstar when I'm making a fool out of myself with them.

Hiyori: Then, then, Hokuto-kun, give me a high five, too!

Hiyori: High fi~ve ☆

Hokuto: H-High fi~ve.

Tatsumi: Fufu. This experience at the amusement park will also give us an idea of how to play our roles.

Though we may understand them in theory, we cannot really feel them until we actually experience them like this.

I think that while the wish of "matching outfits" that Arashi-san desired was partially achieved, it was necessary for the success of the project for us to come here.

Arashi: Ufufu, I'm still satisfied with this ♪ If I wanted you all to look cute, I probably would've bought clothes that you wouldn't be able to use on a daily basis.

It'd be kinda sad if you didn't wear the clothes I bought, so if it's just for my own self-satisfaction, this is enough ♪

Shinkai-senpai and Kazehaya-senpai. And also Hokuto-chan. I think you all look good ♪

Kanata: Fufu. Going around the "amusement park" with "horns" on will be a nice "memory".

Hokuto: Yeah. Let's simulate the intense period of three years that our characters have experienced. With that, we can close the distance between us.

The experiences obtained here today will definitely be useful for our performance. I'm sure that with this answer, we'll be able to create a great reading drama—that's what I feel.

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Forced Matrimony

Chapter 6 - Sick Comfort

Rehabilitation | Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 7

Soulmate AU - Izuku x fem!Reader x Shinso

Content Warnings - angst, drama, some fluff for once

“Oh darn, I forgot to leave food out for Hime. I trust I can leave you nice gentlemen alone while I go feed my cat?” Without waiting for a response from either of the two men staring each other down, the old woman waddles out towards the back door of the shop. The tinkling of the bell above the door snaps the two out of their trance and Shinso’s the first to speak.

“You feeling under the weather, Deku?” He nods at the two bottles clenched tightly in the bulkier hero’s hands. A frown tugs at his face though when all Deku does is shrug with a glare harsher than anything DynaMight ever threw at the media.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to try and use my quirk against you. Just honestly worried, after all you didn’t seem like yourself earlier. I mean you sounded like the wonder boy that everyone loves on tv but you sure seemed off.” Izuku tenses up for a second before harshly slamming the medicine onto the counter. “Didn’t know you went by Shin, part of your undercover persona?”

“Sometimes, after all not all of us can just parade around.” Izuku opens his mouth but snaps it shut when the back door opens again and the little old woman waddles back to the counter.

“Sorry about that, usually I ask one of the part timers to feed her before they leave but it must have slipped my mind. Thank you both for being so patient!”

“No problem granny. Take care of yourself, you never know what kind of people are out there.” Shinso glances at the trembling Izuku and smirks before grabbing the bag of drinks and walking out into the night. “I really need to introduce him to my granddaughter, I’d love him to be my grandson! Oh! Are you okay Deku?”

Izuku snaps his head to the older woman and rapidly nods his head, a hastily thrown on smile painting his lips. “Yeah, sorry I’m just feeling a little under the weather.” “Oh you poor dear! Try a little honey before bed, always did the trick for my husband when he felt bad.” He just nods along as she rings up his items and throws her his ‘winning smile’ and a wave before rushing out of the pharmacy, his head darting each way.

Letting out a string of curses when he can’t see any hint of Shinso he decides to save it for another day as he rushes home, his blood rushing through his body as a torrent of rage crashes through him.

He can’t help the sudden paranoia curling it’s fingers around his mind, his throat, scratching up his back like a sadistic lover as he throws his gaze behind him constantly as he treks through the thick forest.

He’s not sure if that flash of purple miles away is real or a figment of his twisted mind, torn between wanting to hurry home and run back to stomp out any competition—well it’s not really a competition. After all, Shinso doesn’t even have a mark while his beautiful Bunny shares a mark with him. The two are destined by fate!

Shaking his head of the ridiculous notion that there could even be competition for his love’s heart, Izuku focuses on the path before him.

“Bunny! I’m back!” You groan into the pillows as your head pounds with each step Izuku takes up the stairs. “How are you doing? Still feel bad?” Scarred hands gently prop you up and tuck you into a warm chest, while one hand presses against your forehead. “You feel warm, think you can stomach some medicine? It doesn’t look like you touched your tea.” You let out a quiet cough and nod your head and watch him bring a bag closer to the two of you. “How about a nice warm bath after you get this down?” You nod again, half listening to him ramble on as he brings one of the bottles out and measures some out.

Your face cringes as the bitter liquid coats your tongue and a shudder runs through your body while Izuku hugs you closer and rubs your back. “Good girl, now lets go get that bath started.” Your shaking hands clench his shirt as he slowly stands with you in his arms and makes for the attached bathroom.

He sets you down gently on the marble counter and gets the water running, resting the temperature every few seconds before nodding his head and turning back to you. “Are you okay to undress yourself?” A series of coughs spiral out before an answer can slip out, the force of them enough to almost send you tumbling off the counter before he steadies you. “Never mind, let’s just get you out of this. Arms up, good girl.”

Your body’s shaking doubles as the hoodie is lifted from your body and you can’t help the way you grab at Izuku as he picks you up and slowly sets you down into the filled tub, not caring for the water soaking into his sleeves as he shuts the tap off and gently pushes you back until you’re nearly laying in the luxurious tub.

“I-I can wash myself.” You manage to get out when he picks up the bottle of soap, mint scented of course, and watch him sigh. “Alright, I’ll be downstairs making you some fresh tea. Just call me if you need anything, I’m here for you.” You don’t fight him as he presses a light kiss to the corner of your lips and watch him walk out, his head swiveling to look over at you as if you’ll pass out the second he leaves you.

You let out a short sigh and recline back against the tub, the warm water encapsulating you and fighting against the chill settled against your body.

“Yeah?” “I know where Mimic is.” It’s silent on the other end with only the clinking of glass echoing through the phone’s static. “Who the fuck is this?” “An old friend of hers, I’d get her out myself but going up against the green symbol of peace alone sounds like a suicide mission. Do you want to help her or not?” Shinso can’t help but hold his breath, his eyes watching Izuku move through the house while he waits for an answer.

“Fine, tell me where she is.” The corners of his lips lift slightly as Shinso tells him the exact coordinates and where each entrance to the nearly hidden house is. “If this is a trap or some shit, I’ll make sure you’re alive as I torch you.” “I’ll hold you to that.”

Just like that, Shinso hangs up and stands, stretching and making sure he’s got everything he needs.

“Just hang on a little longer.”

Your shaking has stopped and some of the ache in your throat has faded off, but the fact that you’re feeling much better now has somehow escaped Izuku, that or he just doesn’t care, as he holds you close in bed. You sneeze and feel his arms tighten just the smallest amount before he relaxes again, his nose pressed into the side of your neck.

“I’m so sorry Bunny. You’ve been such a good girl for me, I think you can have some privileges back.” You can’t help the sick little jump of your heart when he gives that sick little praise, you feel like hornets are buzzing in your stomach each time his lips press against your skin and worst of all is that you’re not sure if you hate it.

“Would you like me to spend the day with you? It’s early enough I can leave the agency a message.” One of his hands moves to hold your hand, his thumb brushing against your matching mark and tracing the star pattern etched into your skin.

“Wha-“ a series of knocks interrupts you and for a second you can’t breathe as Izuku tenses up to the point that your arms begin to hurt. “Stay here, if you hear me yelling get in the closet and stay there until I come get you.” He orders you as he shifts you aside and grabs his gloves on his way out the door, shutting it without a sound.

A flicker of hope burns in your chest that someone tracked you down-fuck it could be the actual police at this point and you don’t care! You’d rather be in a literal prison or Tartarus than here any longer.

You can hear something, but it’s muffled so you slowly rise off the bed and pad over to the door. You start to reach for the handle before the door is quickly swung open and you have to jump back to avoid being smacked in the face by it.

You hear a gasp before looking up into purple eyes, the color of lavender petals and your breath catches in your throat as something just clicks.

“S-Shin.”

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No matter when

Chapter 2 - Untamed

Summary: Katsuki’s and Izuku’s daily life at UA is disturbed by a younger Bakugou Katsuki suddenly showing up in their common room. While they’re trying to figure out what happened and how to return him to his own time, the younger blond’s behavior towards Izuku reminds them of their dark middle school-years. Both of them – older Katsuki and Izuku – are confronted with different feelings and are handling the middle schooler their own way.

Fandom: My Hero Academia / Boku no hero academia

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Class A, Aizawa Shouta, Midnight

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Word Count: 2,000

Rating: General / Teen

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Notes: Takes place after current events / Senior year at UA / I wanted to write a short one shot but it ended up to be a multi-chapter monster :D (:

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

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When Izuku finally came back, the knot in Katsuki’s stomach loosened up a bit. But only a tiny bit.

Katsuki clenched his fists when he saw that Izuku looked tired. He wore a smile like he always did, but his eyes looked clouded.

He wanted to drag Izuku right out of the room and question him, wanting to know every single word his younger self had said, but Midnight was already eying him. She had scolded him twice today because he had been zoning out.

“I’m sorry”, Izuku bowed in her direction and rushed to his place, briefly looking at Katsuki and mustering a small smile.

Katsuki sighed. Izuku had smiled and that had to be enough for the moment.

 ~~~

When Midnight ended the class, Katsuki swirled around, piercing through Izuku.

“And?”, he pressed.

Everyone else was stepping close too.

Izuku finished writing a note, closing his book. “We could figure out who the last person was the younger Kacchan saw. They bumped into each other. Aizawa-sensei is trying to find her, her quirk is probably the one that sent him here.”

Izuku opened his mouth to say something else, but he was interrupted by a voice that made Katsuki feel sick to his stomach.

“I already told you, shitty Deku”, middle school-Katsuki was entering the room behind Aizawa, “She bumped into me.”

“I doubt it”, Katsuki said, focusing on his younger self. It was weird enough to see oneself in real life, not only on video. But all the shifts, the gestures and mimics – it felt awkward. Immensely awkward.

The younger Katsuki was glancing back at him like he wanted to start a fight. Katsuki wouldn’t hesitate to throw himself at the sucker if it wasn’t for Izuku’s admonishing look.

“Did you find her, sensei?”, Glasses asked and Eraser nodded.

“How long will this last?!”, Katsuki burst out. He wanted this to end immediately. “Is there a way of actively reversing it?”

Aizawa sighed, looking at him. “No”, he said, ruining Katsuki’s illusions of a middle-school-Katsuki-free evening, “We will have to wait until it wears off. It usually takes two days.”

“What?!”, Katsuki stood up, “I’ll have to put up with that brat for 48 more hours?!”

“I’m not keen either”, his younger self barked at him.

That’s when Glasses and Ponytail stepped in. “Well, well”, she said, “Let’s take this like future pro heroes, shall we?”

She smiled her polite smile.

“Well, you take him then”, Katsuki told her, sitting down again and throwing Izuku’s English notebook at him.

“Oh, you took notes for me!”, Izuku beamed, “Thank you.”

Katsuki waved it off. He couldn’t help staring at the nerd though, enjoying the real smile on his face.

He could hear his younger self hiss and turned to face him, narrowing his eyes. That little shit.

“Oh, guys”, Mina suddenly walked up to middle school-Katsuki, grinning at him, “Don’t worry, we will take care of that untamed Bakugou.”

“Yeah”, Sero gave them a thumbs up, “We will handle him.”

Kirishima smacked his hardened fists against each other, showing his sharpened teeth with his grin and Kaminari was rubbing his hands, as if he was making up some shitty scheme.

“The younger Bakugou”, Aizawa said, “won’t remember anything from his trip to the future once he goes back. He will go back right to where he left, after he bumped into that girl.”

“She bumped-“

“We on the other hand”, Aizawa ignored the younger Katsuki and talked right over him, “will keep our memory.”

Katsuki pressed his lips together and looked over to Izuku.

The nerd was looking at Katsuki’s younger self and his friends, who started bickering and smiled at them.

Katsuki didn’t want his younger self to be here, but he wouldn’t disappear for the next two days and he had no choice but to deal with it. The others would never stop giving him shit for his past self after they’d spent mor time with him. But he would take that over this little shit hurting Izuku any more than he had already done though. More than he had hurt him.

Katsuki rubbed his eyes.

It was somehow worse but also easier to see his middle school self as someone separated from him. Worse because he could see with his own eyes how the talked in general and how he looked at Izuku. Easier because he could sense himself to be different, by his own reaction, by the reactions from all his classmates but especially by Izuku’s.

He didn’t like himself in that younger state. He actually despised himself at that moment and that showed how much he had grown of out his self-glorifying habit.

“Kacchan!”

“Hmm!”, Katsuki looked at Izuku who was waving his hand in front of his face.

“You were trailing off”, Izuku said, “I called for you five times. We have hero training now.”

Katsuki cleared his throat, starting to pack his stuff. “Yeah, let’s go.”

 ~~~

“Not bad”, middle school-Katsuki said when he entered the training hall. It was big, offered all sorts of different environments to train into – water, rocks, even sand.

“Yeah”, the redhead said, “This is where we were attacked by some villains.”

Katsuki frowned. “Here? At UA?”

“That’s a long story”, the one with the black hair said, “It was in the beginning of your first year. Time flies!”, he said, turning to his friends.

“In which grade are you now anyways?”, Katsuki asked.

“Third”, the pink one said, starting to stretch her arms, “We’re about to graduate.”

“Really?”, Katsuki smirked, “Who are the big ones then? UA does announce the top three of every year.”

That’s when the yellow-haired guy draped an arm over Katsuki’s shoulder. He obviously had a death wish. But before Katsuki could tell him to back the hell off, he said: “Guess!”

At his grin Katsuki’s stomach caught fire.

“Don’t tell me it’s the fucking nerd”, he hissed, looking over to where Deku was stretching. He was talking to some classmates while his older self was near him, without participating in the conversation.

“My lame ass self better be in the top 3 too”, he looked at the yellow-haired one.

He grinned and nodded, pointing to where Deku and his older self were. “See the one with the two hair colors? He’s the third one.”

“Who’s the best out of them?”, Katsuki could already feel his gut twist, thinking about the possibility that it could be Deku.

“Midoriya”, all of them said simultaneously.

“Without a doubt”, the one with the red hair added.

Katsuki was furious. That useless nerd? Better than all the other’s at UA? Better than him?

He clenched his fists, feeling the sweat in his palms begging to be exploded.

“There’s no way that worthless shit is-“

“Yo!”, the yellow-haired one covered his mouth, frowning at him.

“Stop saying such mean things”, the pink one put her hands on her hips, glaring at him, “Midoriya is our friend, we won’t allow any badmouthing!”

“And he’s yours too”, the black-haired one said, “We don’t know what happened between the two of you in detail, we only know you have history. But no matter what or when – he’s your friend.”

Katsuki was trying to fight the yellowhead off, but he was stronger than he looked, not letting go of him. Katsuki was relentlessly shouting and cursing against his hands, but they were muffling the sound.

“Give him a break, Kaminari”, the one with the red hair eventually said, “I think he understood. No shit talking anymore.”

Katsuki gasped for air when the other one finally let go. He hissed, glaring at him. “Your hands stink. And I don’t care what you think of Deku, I know for a fact that he is-“

He was again cut off and the others started laughing hysterically. It took him a few seconds to realize that the one with the black hair had put tape over his mouth.

These fuckers would be more of a pain in the ass than he originally thought.

 ~~~

After 20 minutes into the training Katsuki was about to snap.

He was standing next to that boring teacher, watching the UA students sparing. First without quirks, just hand combat. It was Deku against his older self and they were quite equal but his older self mostly won, pinning the shithead to the ground, grinning at him.

Katsuki scoffed at the sight of that. His older self winning – that was more of his taste.

But then they started to go against each other with their quirks.

That’s when his vision started to get blurry, rage filling up his every thought.

Katsukis mouth had dropped open and he could just stare as his older self being cornered by fucking quirkless Deku. Just that Deku wasn’t quirkless anymore.

He was surrounded by green lightings, fast enough to escape Katsuki’s gaze multiple times. He was whirling black strings around, floated a few times and no matter where his older self was attacking from – Deku didn’t let his guard down.

Katsuki gritted his teeth, clenched his fist. His heart was racing, rage pulsating trough every vein.

What. The. Actual. Fuck!

~~~

Izuku felt sick.

His head hurt, danger sense was throbbing in his head, making him stay on high alert – dodging, outrunning, countering every punch from Katsuki.

When he was about to tell Katsuki to stop for a second, he heard a loud bang, coming from the side of the training hall.

The next second he could sense someone approaching him from the side and without even thinking about it, Izuku released Black Whip. After realizing what, or rather who he had caught he let out a small cry.

“Kacchan, are you alright?”

He hustled towards middle school-Katsuki who was growling at him, smacking Black Whip away.

“I’m sorry, I just-“

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

Izuku stopped instantly, looking at the middle school-Katsuki, fury on his face like he hadn’t seen it in a while now. He gulped.

Oh no, he thought, It hurts.

His stomach turned, his chest heavy and he wanted to cry. Badly.

Middle school-Katsuki was rushing towards him, his face was twisted with rage. All Izuku could do was stare at that younger Katsuki, running towards him, ready to kill him – judging by his looks.

Ah…, Izuku’s eyes flattered to the ground, I’m getting depressed.

“No way, you shitty nerd got such quirks!”, he shouted, already reaching out to grab Izuku by the collar.

But in the last second the older Katsuki stood in front of Izuku, blocking his younger self.

“I won’t repeat myself”, Katsuki’s voice was deep, also dripping with anger, “Shut the fuck up and stay away from him.”

“Shut up, you dush!”, younger Katsuki shouted, “You let yourself get beat up by that good-for-nothing-Deku!”

Izuku closed his eyes, clenching them shut, wanting to disappear.

“I’ll shut you up!”, older Katsuki threated with a loud voice and that’s when Izuku came back to his senses and sprinted between them, shoving the older Katsuki away from the younger.

“Stop it!”, he said, close to tears, “Let him be! Can’t you see? He doesn’t react to violence!”

“I don’t care if he does!”, Katsuki roared, “He deserves violence anyways!”

Izuku shook his head forcefully. “He doesn’t! You didn’t!”

That made Katsuki stop. His crimson eyes looked torn.

Izuku was about to say something when the younger Katsuki leaped forward, screaming at him that he didn’t need Izuku to defend him.

Before Izuku needed to activate Black Whip or any other quirk, ice towered over them, catching middle school-Katsuki midair. He started to curse, screaming at the top of his lungs what this shitty ice quirk was all about.

Izuku turned around and looked at Todoroki and all the other classmates that had come over, eyeing the situation with worried looks.

“Thanks”, Katsuki said with a husky voice, not looking at Todoroki.

“No need to thank me”, Todoroki said in his usual calm voice but there was something on his face that made Izuku feel uneasy.

He wanted to thank him too but instead Todoroki said, directed at Katsuki: “Were you really like that to Midoriya?”

Izuku gasped at that, caught off guard. He could see Katsuki clenching his fists as he hissed and slightly turned away.

“Did you”, the other didn’t let it be, “really call him worthless like your younger self?”

Izuku sighed.

There was silence for a moment. Well, besides middle school-Katsuki cussing them out. Everyone who was close enough to hear Todoroki’s question was eying Katsuki.

And when Izuku recognized wariness on their faces, he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“We’re done training”, Izuku said, stepping forward and grabbing Katsuki’s wrist. The blond’s look was stunned, his eyes wide.

“Aizawa-sensei, can we leave younger Kacchan in your care? I’m sorry.”

Aizawa was standing beneath younger Katsuki’s dangling feet and nodded, a reassuring look on his face.

“Thank you, Todoroki-kun, for stepping in. But”, Izuku started to move, dragging Katsuki with him, “That’s something between Kacchan and me and I don’t want anyone to think differently about Kacchan because of that, or of me. It’s not something”, he fumbled with the zipper of his training jacket, “any of you needs to wrap their heads around. You are all worried and I’m thankful. But”, he put on a smile, “we got it!”

After looking every one of his classmates in the eye, making sure they all understood he was being genuine and that no one felt offended – he didn’t want to start bad blood after all – he headed for the door, still Katsuki’s wrist in his hand.