#but something about her story hit me square in the chest grabbed me and didnt let go

[avnasace]

you know what, i hope next year we get yoimiya story quest part 3 where she comes to fontaine and shows furina the meaning of friendship.

its what she deserves

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

Wrong Number, Asshole - A Bakugou Katsuki Soulmate AU

All Parts 

Part 22:

You closed your phone, rolling your eyes at his words. 

You were a floor down from Bakugou’s hospital room, currently stood in front of the vending machine. After your collective screaming match, you’d quickly realized just how hungry you were. Apparently, arguing and yelling so much works up one hell of an appetite- who knew? So now here you were, standing in front of the machine, holding a wad of horribly crinkled money Bakugou had insistently and unwaveringly shoved at you on your way out.

Originally, you had fully intended to pay for your own snacks. You’d even sneakily tried to grab your wallet as you left, but apparently that didn’t work. He saw you, because of course he did. So, waffling over it for just barely another second, you put your own money away. You knew Bakugou wasn’t bluffing- or probably wasn’t. It wouldn’t surprise you at all if he truly did know how expensive the vending machine was, down to the very last cent of each item. He was weird like that.

You shrugged, if he wanted you to use his money so badly than you weren’t gonna pick at fight over it. You selected a bag of chips for yourself, and the gross-looking health bar Bakugou had requested- because apparently, even while already uncomfortable and injured, Bakugou didn’t have an easy time giving himself a break. 

When you walked back, entering the hospital room once more, Bakugou wasn’t alone. You couldn’t tell what surprised you more- the three police officers crowding his bed, or the man standing off to the side. A man with hair so obviously fake and stop-sign red that it nearly nauseated you.

You weren’t sure how to proceed, whether or not you were even supposed to be hearing this conversation, but you didn’t have to flounder for long. The red-haired man saw you almost immediately and began making his way over. 

“Hey! How’s it going? I’m so sorry, but Dynamite’s actually not taking visitors right now!” He says, says brightly. Then he’s spinning you around and pushing at your shoulders lightly to get you moving out the door. “My name’s Kirishima though, and I can totally, totally, help you back downstairs to wait with the other civilians!”

“No, but I-” You start, your feet barely able to move as fast as Kirishima is dragging you along. “I have to-”

“Yeah, I get it! And that’s so totally nice of you to want to thank him, super, super nice,” Kirishima interrupts you, leading you down the hallway. “But he’s real busy talking to the police right now so-”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! I’m his soulmate!” You pull your wrist out of his light grip, halting. “My name’s Y/n L/n.”

“Wait-” Kirishima stops in his tracks, suddenly spinning around to face you. “How do you know that name?”

“Oh my god-” You huff in frustration, shaking Kirishima’s hands off you. “You sound just like Bakugou. It’s- that’s my name- like, my actual name, okay! How else would I know it if it wasn’t me?” 

A beat of silence as you watch his eyes widen.

“So you’re really her?” He says in disbelief.

“Yes! Obviously,” You pinch the bridge of your nose, breathing through your irritation. “Now would you knock it off and let me go back to his room? I get it- you’re like, security, or whatever, but I’m not a civilian and I-”

“He’s gonna kill me.” Kirishima pales in front of you, suddenly grabbing your wrist again and pulling you fast in the direction of Bakugou’s room. “Oh god, he’s gonna kill me.” 

“W-what? Why?” You stumble, nearly falling into his back. “Hey! Slow down!” 

“Because I totally manhandled you out the door- god, that was so not manly of me!” He breathes out quickly, but he listens and drops your wrist, slowing down to a pace you could keep up with. “I’m sorry, it’s just- I thought you were a civilian, you know? They’ve been crawling all over the waiting room since I got here, sneakin’ up and trying to thank him, and I thought you were one of ‘em.”

“Thank him? For what?”

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Um- no?”

It’s hits you then that you didn’t really know why Bakugou was in the hospital in the first place. Only that he was ‘held up’ and then hurt and had been absent for the last two weeks. You wanted to smack yourself in the face. You’d spent the entire afternoon yelling and arguing with him and absolutely not asking the important questions. Well- you did ask some questions, but not enough. Apparently.

“Wow, figures. You know, that’s just like our guy Bakugou! Always talkin’ so much but still never bragging about all the actual cool shit he pulls off.” Kirishima rubs the back of his neck awkwardly for a moment. “C’mon, lets hurry back. I really don’t think he’d be too happy if I was the one who told ya everything.” 

You have a million and one questions sitting on your tongue but quickly decide you’d much rather ask Bakugou than the man standing in front of you. You pick up your pace, finally once again in front of Room 427. When you enter, the police are leaving, all three of them walking past you on their way out. 

“Hey! Shitty Hair!” Bakugou seems to ignore you, instead choosing to yell, loudly, at Kirishima. “Who the fuck gave you permission to go around draggin’ her like that? I fuckin’ saw you, you imbecile!”

“Hey!” The red-head whines, hands out and placating. “How was I supposed to know? You didn’t say anything, man! I didn’t know, okay?”

“It doesn’t fuckin’ matter, you dumbass, I’m not gonna let you just fuckin-” Bakugou starts, but then he whips his head around toward you, eyes catching yours. “Oi- Idiot. What the hell are you standin’ around in the doorway like that for, hah? Look stupid as shit.” 

“Bakugou!” Kirishima seems appalled, grabbing at his chest dramatically. “You can’t talk to her like that! She’s-”

“Perfectly fucking capable of defending herself, thank you very much.” You snark, walking towards Bakugou and tossing the health bar at him lightly. He doesn’t expect it and you watch as it hits him squarely in the chest. You smile. “Real nice catch, angry man.” 

“Woulda fuckin’ caught it if I was in top shape.” He grumbles, but then he’s smirking and opening the snack just the same. “Anyways- yeah, that’s Shitty Hair. Sorry he fuckin’ sucks.” 

You clasp a hand over your as a laugh escapes. Kirishima doesn’t seem to think it’s nearly as funny as you do, and you watch as his face seizes.

“Hey, man! What the hell!” 

“You deserve it, bitch! Shouldn’t a fuckin’ grabbed her like that and dragged her wherever the fuck.” Bakugou shrugs. “If you don’t wanna be told you suck, then don’t fuckin’ suck! It’s easy as shit- even for a clown like you.”

Kirishima just groans, hands beginning to wave emphatically. “Do you even know how many people I stopped from walking in here? I did it for you, man!” 

“Yeah. Whatever.” Bakugou barks, taking a bite of the health bar. He chews for all of a second, before talking through a mouthful of food. ���You should fuckin’ leave.” 

“What? Why do I-” Kirishima pauses a second, blinks, looks at you, and then a smirk begins to tug at his lips. “Oh, I get it! Totally manly, Bakugou! It’s because of h-”

“No!” Bakugou defends, his cheeks reddening slightly. “It’s- fuckin’ police, shitty hair! Told ‘em to wait outside. They wanna talk to your dumbass- They have more idiotic fuckin’ questions about after I passed out.” 

“Oh. Yeah. Okay.” Kirishima nods, moving towards the door. “You want me to come back later?”

“No.” Bakugou growls.

That, you notice, strangely doesn’t seem to make Kirishima upset? He instead smiles brightly at Bakugou, giving him a thumbs up, and leaves, pulling the door shut behind him.

It’s suddenly quiet in the room, but you don’t let it last long. You’ve got answers to pry out of your soulmate.

“So- heard you passed out, angry man.” You state simply, dropping once again in the chair next to his bedside. “When’d that happen?”

“Few days ago. Been here since then.”

You roll your eyes at his short answer. Leave it up to Bakugou to tell you only what you literally asked for and absolutely nothing else.

“Okay. But how? Where?” You ask. “What about before then?”

Bakugou huffs at all your questions, but then he’d nodding and answering all the same.

“Had to fuckin’ save this man from hittin’ the ground real hard so I took all the impact. Hit my head or something, when I hit the ground, and I broke a bunch of shitty bones. Guess I was out a few days, and then I woke up here. Then I fuckin’ called you or whatever.”

“You- you took a fall? That knocked you out? For days?” You gasped. “How goddamn far was the fall? Jesus!” 

“Four stories.” Bakugou says, and the uneffected, factual way he says it makes your blood go cold. “My fault. Shoulda been faster but I was already fuckin’ weak from bein’ captured.” 

  “Captured?”

“Yeah. Went undercover and tried to infiltrate this villian lair, and the fuckin’ stupid group of villians lumped me in with a bunch of other hostages.” He grunted. “I tried to blow ‘em all the fuck up, once I realized, but they had this absolute bitch, with a stupid fuckin’ siren quirk! Sang a bunch of shitty, annoying, fuckin’ songs that paralyzed me. Couldn’t do a damn thing! For over a week!”

“O-okay.” You nodded shakily. “Then what happened? How’d you get out?”

“Fuckin’ didnt. Just sat there, stuck on my ass, kept barely alive by that stupid bitch and her henchman!” Bakugou barked, hands clenching into fists. “Then shitty hair and a few other fuckers came and knocked her out- they stayed to fight the rest of the other villians or whatever but I was still too fuckin’ weak to fight so I rounded up the other hostages.”

“So you fell saving one of them?”

“Yeah. Stupid kid stayed to watch the fight, like a complete fuckin’ idiot, and got blasted by a villian out the window.” Bakugou flushes, averting his eyes. “I jumped out after him. To save him or whatever.”

You nod, very minutely smiling as you looked at his flushing face.

You were proud of him.

He might’ve been bad- had done bad in the past, but it seemed like that wasn’t all Bakugou was. He had good in him. A lot of good. He nearly finished himself off saving an innocent after all- that had to a least make him some sort of a hero.

“Well- okay....That all- that all sounds fucking horrifying, but I get it. It’s your job, right?” You sigh. “I’m just glad you made it out alive. I was really scared, you know?”

“Hah? Scared? Now why the fuck would ya go and do something stupid like that?”

“Because you weren’t answering me!”

“I told you I’d be gone!” Bakugou defends, before pulling out his phone. “Look! Fuckin’ sent ya the texts and everything!”

“You said a few days! Not 2 fucking we-“ You paused. “Wait. Why did you say a few days in the first place?”

“Knew it was gonna be fuckin’ dangerous when I left, so, you know,” He averted his eyes, voice coming out low and guilty. “Was supposed to be incase I got hurt. And was fuckin’ out or something. So you wouldn’t wor-“

“Worry?” You groaned, running a frustrated hand through your hair. “It didn’t- I was worried! I thought something happened! Or worse I thought that-“

“Worse? Fuck you mean, shitty woman? What the fuck stupid conclusion did you come to that’s worse than dyin’?”

“Bakugou,” You huffed, your shoulders sagging. “I thought maybe, that maybe you wouldn’t tell me anything because you were a bad guy- a bad villian.”

Bakugou’s face crumples. His angry eyebrows fall and his puffed out cheeks deflate, and his mouth closes tip-lipped and tense over sharp teeth. He looks devastated. “It- I didn’t-“ He struggles and you’ve never heard his voice sound so small before. “Y-you don’t think that, right? Now?”

“No!” You try to recover, hands out and assuring. “It’s- after the video, maybe? I did, b-but not now! Not now.”

He doesn’t say anything- won’t meet your eyes.

“Look, Bakugou,” You clear your throat. “I only know you as you are now, not who you were before. And I think- I think that maybe, now you’re almost a different person than before. So that’s why it was a shock. To see you like that. To see you so hateful.”

You duck your head, just barely catching his eyes before he averts them again.

“But that’s not you anymore? Right? You’re not that guy. So it’s okay. We’re okay.” You sigh. “Will you look at me? Please?”

He doesn’t, just continues fiddling with the thin blankets trapped between his shaking fingers.

“Why wouldn’t you just tell me?” You ask, tone pleading. “I feel like, maybe, if I didn’t have to find out like tha-“

“Woulda been the same. ‘S always the same.” He interrupts, voice barely there. “That’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t- because it would’ve- there would’ve- you fuckin’ wouldn’t-“

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and sitting still for a few moments.

“You wouldn’ta kept fuckin’ talking to me.” He admits. He looks so small in that moment that it nearly breaks you. “Didn’t wanna- I didn’t wanna wait all my life, have this fuckin’ tattoo for so long and still have nothing because I was stupid.”

You pause, the breath knocked out of your chest.

“What- I- how long have you had your tattoo?”

Bakugou lifts his head, finally looking at you. He looks bewildered. Scared, even.

“My whole fuckin’ life- didn’t you?”

“No!” You cried desperately. “I told you, remember? Over text, the first time I talked to you! The day my tattoo appeared!”

“You were serious about that shit?” His voice is utter disbelief, eyebrows creasing together. “I thought- I thought-“

“What?”

“It’s- it’s not the first time somebody has gotten my number and told me they’re my fuckin’ soulmate. So I didn’t think it was real- thought you were jokin’ or somethi-“

“Excuse me?”

“It’s not- don’t,” He stutters, blushing just a bit. “Being a pro-hero, people always say weird shit to me for fame. So I’ve gotten that before- a fuckin’ random text saying they’re my soulmate.”

“What?” You ask, voice offended. “Who- why- I don’t get it-“

“Every hero gets ‘em- even one’s that don’t even have a fuckin’ soulmate.” Bakugou says. “I guess maybe they just text everybody or some shit- I don’t know? Didn’t matter to me I always jus’ blocked ‘em.”

You could hardly believe your ears, feeling winded as you brought a hand to your chest.

Bakugou had a tattoo- your name for his entire life.

He’d know about you his entire life.

Had been waiting on you for his entire life.

“Why- why’d you believe me?” You ask quietly. “If you didn’t believe the others, why me?”

“Ya told me your name.” He pulls aside his hospital gown, exposing the writing on his ribcage. “It’s- if ya didn’t, I wouldn’ta believed you.”

On his side, just under the last rib, is your name. It’s a simple tattoo- small, but it’s there, and in your handwriting.

“That’s my name.” You say dumbly.

“Obviously, sunshine.” He sort of laughs, something a little sad but a little happy too. “Only been waitin’ my entire life for your dumb ass.”

“Why didn’t you look for me?” You can’t help but ask, pressing your against against your suddenly stinging eyes. “If you knew- why?”

Bakugou goes quiet again, dropping his hospital gown back down. His tattoo is covered, but that doesn’t matter to you, you couldn’t forget the look of it if you tried.

It’s a long few moments before Bakugou speaks again.

“It wouldn’t- I wasn’t ready-“ His voice is low, quiet, the most vulnerable you’ve ever heard it be. “Before now- I wouldn’t have been good. For you.”

He sighs, shifting uncomfortably in the hospital bed.

“Think- I think maybe that’s why yours didn’t come in ‘till now. Wouldn’t of fuckin’ worked before.”

When you pull your palms away from your eyes, it’s like you’re seeing him again for the very first time.

It’s strange- the way your heart seems to be breaking entirely and rebuilding itself completely all at the same time. It’s a wave crashing against your ribs- pushing and pulling and tumbling and pushing and pulling and turning and twisting and- calming when you look at his face. When you look at the way his hair sits and the way his jaw slopes and the way his eyes meet yours. It’s death and completetion and rebirth and red, red wildfire.

It’s your old life scorching and curling and burning up. And it’s your new, better, warmer life rising from the ashes.

“God, I’m so fucking glad I said my name.” You gasp, tears freely falling from your eyes.

Bakugou smiles, so soft and warm and fond. “I know idiot.”

You just laugh at the name, choking on tears and snot and emotion, but you’re smiling. You’re smiling and smiling and it feels like you’re never gonna stop smiling. Will never have to again.

Because he’s him and you’re you and finally- finally, you’re together.

It takes a long while for you to calm down, for your tears to stop falling. But when you finally do, when you finally feel okay, Bakugou’s already looking at you.

So how long are ya plannin’ to fuckin’ stay, idiot?”

“Huh?” You shook your head, tears still drying on your cheeks. “I literally- but- but no- I- D-do you want me to leave?”

“No!” Bakugou groans in frustration. “That’s not- can’t ya just listen to the words I say without fuckin’ readin’ into them all the time?”

“Yes?” You say unsurely, but then your shoulders drop and you sigh. “Actually no. Probably not, sorry I-”

“I told you not to fuckin’ apologize, remember?”

“Yeah,” You say sadly. “But it’s not exactly that easy.”

The room is quiet again, and Bakugou is smoothing out his hospital gown, fidgeting with the tie on the side. He looks nervous, his cheeks red, and his voice comes out quiet and strained when he speaks.

“If- if I gotta work on me not screamin’ and bein’ angry all the time then you gotta stop apologizin’ and worryin’ so goddamn much.” He takes a deep breath, finally turning to look at you but only to just barely make eye contact. “It-we can fuckin’ do it together or whatever. Idiot.” 

You blink, almost shaking your head in disbelief. Bakugou was sitting in front of you, blushing and grimacing and had just said something borderline sweet? Out loud? To you? You huff half a laugh when you look at him once more, at his intense eyebrows and his red cheeks and his pinched expression. He looked constipated. Like saying the words physically pained him.

You soulmate was an utter drama queen, a certifiable child- and you just found it adorable.

“Okay,” You wiped your final tears away, leaned forward on your elbows. Your chest hits the side of his hospital bed, and, extending your hand, you meet his eyes. “Pinky swear on it, then?”

“What? No! You makin’ fun of me? That’s- that’s-” Bakugou growls, but then he sees the hopeful look in your eyes. You watch as his irritated expression melts away and he grumbles as he extends his own hand. “Fine. Whatever.��

When you loop your pinky around his, pulling his arm until it lies flush against yours, you think it feels right. To be that close to him. To be touching him at all, really. You wonder if it’ll always feel like that- if the completeness you feel will ever fade.

 You hope it doesn’t. 

You think Bakugou must feel it too, his eyes focused on the way your skin meets. Something guarded in his gaze softens, almost minutely, but you don’t miss it. 

“Happy?” He suddenly says. He waves your connected hands in the air, but makes no move to shake free from your grip. “Feel all fuckin’ better now, idiot?”

“Much.” You smile something small and tender. “Thanks, Katsuki.”

Pop.

You yank your hand back in surprise, jumping slightly at the tiny zap you’d just felt on your pinky. It didn’t hurt, didn’t feel like much really- If you had to compare it, it was very similar to tiny, electro-static shocks you’d felt before when touching carpet.

“Did- did you?”

“No!” He yells, hand still left in the air. “I didn’t so fuckin’ shut up about it- it was nothing! You didn’t feel anything! Nothing happened! It didn’t happen! I-”

Mid way through his rant, Bakugou grabs at you hand, awkwardly jabbing his fingers into your palm before he finally just laces then through yours. He continues like he didn’t, though, not taking a single breath between his words.

“-And even if I did- which I didn’t- it’s your fuckin fault! So just- so just shut up about it already!” He huffs, absolutely red in the face as he averts his eyes. He grumbles. “Idiot.”

You just smile, giving his hand a squeeze. 

Bakugou won’t look at you, his eyes trained on quite literally anything else, but you think you seem him smile too. Something small, and unsure, and barely there- just the tiniest hint of his lip curling up. 

He squeezes back. 

--//--

hope u all enjoy,, luv u!!

[i-may-be-stupit]

Idk the horney got me, so here we are HAHAHAHA 18+ and kinda a bit of crack at times, ENJOY!!!!! Oh! And this is reletively gender neutral, babes!!

Your name is (Y/N) (L/N). And you've always been known as a good kid. That is until your father was murdered by a hero. He did a lot of dirty work, sure, but he did it for his family to survive. And when a hero took him down, everyone cheered. They never though about his family. Nor his place in the world. They saw him as dirt. The same way you started seeing heros.

To you, heros didn't care about the villians and didn't care whether they died or lived. They were savage beasts who needed to be taken down. You became a villian. You would assassinate hero after hero with the simple tittle of "Marrow." And that's when you met the League.

They had the same ideals as you and could help make your dream a reality.

You joined the League, but you were still you. You were a seemingly innocent flower that blossomed in any form of villainous mayhem.

Your quirk was known as simply bone manipulation. You could manipulate your bones however you pleased and you could even shoot them out like needles. But, you were at higher risk for osteoporosis.

Its been 6 months since then and you've made yourself at home with the LOV. Twice and Toga were your closest friends now, but Shigaraki just hits different.

You'd go out and have fun with your two close friends, and to be honest, you're pretty sure that you three had pulled every prank possible on Dabi. Kurogiri was like a dad to you now. He gave lots of great advice and made sure that you kept up with your online college classes in between villian duties.

But shigaraki was a whole other story.

I mean, he was usually crule and hateful towards everyone, but the League was his soft spot. He treats members like family. He cherishes them. Even if he doesn't say it. He almost always have been putting them first.

And it made you kind of...attracted to him.

Yeah, he was dryer than the Saharan Desert, and had a diet of strictly microwavable ramen and redbull, but he was actually a good guy. You caught yourself staring at him a few times per day and your crush on him was appearant to you as well as all the other members.

So here you were, staring in awe at Tomura as he and Dabi played against eachother in Mortal Kombat. (They'd fight at least once a day, so Kurogiri made up the idea of fighting in Mortal combat instead whenever they got fed up with eachother) You blushed, seeing Shigaraki so serious. Ugh, there's just something about him...

Toga walked into the room and sat down in the loveseat next to you. She smirked before loudly announcing, "Gee, (Y/N)! It looks like your boyfriend, Tomura, is winning!" You started choking her.

No, deadass.

You fucking wrapped your hands around her neck and violently shook her head back and forth like Bart and Homer Simpson. Toga just laughed and moaned, causing you to feel too violated to keep choking her. You let go and as you did, Shigaraki stood up and started making fun of Dabi for being a "Bitch ass loser."

You blushed deeply, eyes lidded while gazing at the crusty boy. All you could see was Shigaraki, hearts around him as he did his breathtaking victory dance in slow motion. His gorgeous, dehydrated body swayed and jiggled happily as he jumped a few times, white specs gently fluttered from his head. His dandruff glistening in the florescent lights, as you sighed, absolutely smitten. Dabi rolled his eyes at his boss before looking at you. He then smirked. This cant be good.

Dabi chuckled. "Oh okay, Shiggy, you beat me fair and square." Shigaraki looked at him suspiciously. "It's okay though." He smirked, "Because I'm sure that (Y/N) can give me a little pick-me-up!"

The white haired boy glarred at Dabi then at you. Dabi slyly slipped over to you and Toga. He grabbed you be your wrist and pulled you up to stand. You were too flustered out of your mind to even do anything. He wrapped both of his hands around your waist. "Isn't that right, baby?"

You laughed awkwardly, "Dabi, not to be rude or anything, but you seem like a heavy man and I don't know if I could manage carrying all of your body weight if I were to pick you up, I mean my bones are kinda brittle as they are and-"

He brought his face to yours and kissed your neck softly. "We're gonna have some fun tonight, right?" You fucking hit him with a suplex, a small crack being heard from your hip. God damn it, your fucking brittle ass bones! Everyone burst out in laughter (aside from Kurogiri who was facepalming). Dabi sat on the floor rubbing his head in pain. "Fuck, (Y/N)! It was a joke!"

You folded your arms and frowned. "Well don't joke around with me like that!" Heat rose to your cheeks, "Especially in front of T-Tomura..." You looked at your boss to see him still too busy laughing at Dabi getting backflipped. You smiled shyly, holding your cheeks and wiggling like the love sick shit you are. He's so dreamy~ oh my, is he coughing up blood from laughing too hard?

You looked in disgust for a moment before sighing loudly. Ugh, it's so sexy when he coughs up blood! Shigaraki looked at his hand before licking the blood back into his mouth like a fucking heathen-

Sorry.

Your fucking heathen.

Later that night, everyone was out and about, leaving you and Shigaraki alone. He was drinking a glass of rum and coke as you doodled in a little notebook. You looked up to see him staring at you already. You both quickly looked away. It's been rough lately, dealing with your crush on him.

And Tomura was catching on.

Well, kinda.

He thinks he's really ugly and unworthy of love, so he thinks you just stare at him because you're still taken back at how hideous (he believes) he is. He's been wearing Father on his face more often and been getting more easily upset at you. But, he was also confused because he was starting to like your fragile self.

He's scared that he'll break you with one tap of the finger. That's just how fragile you seem. Shigaraki smiled softly, staring deeply into his glass.

(Y/N) seems so fragile, but they're a god damn hurricane.

Shigaraki swirled his cup around, deep in thought. How can they fight so well when they seem so brittle? It's strange. It's unexpected... It's interesting. Your boss' cheeks turned a tint of pink. (Y/N) can pull off a suplex on Dabi. Their back bent so far... I wonder what (Y/N) looks like arching it for me... He looked over at your figure. You were awkwardly dangling your feet off the couch, seeming to be lost in thought. Tomura sighed and took another whisk of his drink. They're way too cute for me...

There's been a lot of awkward times with you two alone. And you could both feel the tension. Shigaraki left to his room with a small sigh. He hates basically everything. But you? He might just love you.

You two hung out a lot actually. You'd play videogames together and have small movie nights for the two of you. You vividly remembered cuddling up beside him one winter night. It was snowing and you two chatted while sitting on the floor making Smores in the fireplace.

But it got harder and harder to be around eachother when you both started liking eachother. It got...awkward. And the night that Tomura asked you if you wanted to watch a horror movie with you and got a concerned face from you was the night his heart broke. You just didn't want to accidentally grab him at a jumpscare and have him laugh at you for being a pussy. But he thought that you just didnt trust him.

You sighed, thinking about that shitty night, and walked to Shigaraki's room. You had to tell him about your feelings. You knocked softly and was allowed to enter. Shigaraki was sitting in bed, wide awake, just sitting there, staring at the wall in front of him in thought.

You sat awkwardly on his bed in a tense silence for a good minute as the man just stared awkwardly at you through the hand on his face. Shigaraki sighed when he noticed you werent going to say anything, and he set Father down on his nightstand.

"(Y/N), I feel uncomfortable with you staring at me all the time." Heat rushed to your cheeks and you stared harder at the  ground. "I get that I'm ugly, but you should know how rude it is to stare-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" You glarred at him, anger boiling up. "The fuck did you just call yourself?!"

He glarred right back at you. "I said I was ugly, did I stutter?"

Yeah. Youre choosing to ignore that attitude. "Tomura, you're not ugly."

He rolled his eyes. "There is literally no other reason for you to be staring at me that much, mutt."

You folded your arms with a frown. "I think you're handsome."

He laughed.

He laughed hard as hell.

For a good 3 minutes straight.

"Oh thats a good one, (Y/N)! You know, I'm actually enjoying you-"

"I'm serious!" You poked his chest hard while getting closer to his face, your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "I think you have pretty eyes!" You poked him again, "You have a pretty face!" You poked him one last time, "And you're an amazing leader!" Shigaraki went silent with a blush and so did you. You twittled your fingers together, looking away timidly. "I-uh... I think I l-like you, actually."

Tomura chuckled breathlessly with concern for your mental health, eyes darting around uncomfortably. "Are you being...serious...?"

"Mm-hm..."

"Oh....okay." He awkwardly looked away from you with a small blush. Hes never had anyone like him romantically. Actually, not a lot of people even like him generally. And it made it extra weird with you being so damn cute and funny to him. 

You layed down on his bed, anxiety rushing through you. It was weird to tell your boss that you liked him. I mean, its probably gonna be awkward between you two forever! Tomura layed down next to you. His hands overlapping eachother on his chest. You looked over to him with a small awkward smile. "So-uh... do you like me back...?"

Tomura frowned. "Are you fucking dumb??" You winced and he just rolled his eyes. "It would be impossible to not fall in love with you." A small chuckle left your lips as he softly started playing in your (h/t) hair.

You frowned. "Did I say you could touch my hair?"

He rolled his eyes before lifting you up to straddle him. Heat rushed to your cheeks. And you pushed his chest away as your (e/c) eyes darted away. "T-Tomura, what are y-you doing?" You were speechless and flustered. And it wasn't helping that his hands were laying on your waist (pinkies up of course).

Tomura chuckled with a mischevious look in his eyes. He slowly moved his hands up and down your sides. "Let me play with your hair...and as a reward..." He kissed you softly on your lips. "I'll make you feel things you've never felt before...." He licked your ear and you thanked the Lord for that because it just made his mouth a lil less crusty. "Deal?" His breath tickled your ears and your breathing turned into aroused, airy breaths.

"Deal..." Shigaraki smirked before kissing you roughly, his hand engulfed in your (h/t) hair, leaving his middle finger up of course. As his tongue darted around your mouth, he pulled your hair harder, causing a wince of pain from you. His lips left yours quickly.

"Am I being too rough?"

You smiled softly at him. He cares! "Oh, just a little."

Shigaraki grinned before pulling your hair even harder. "You'll get used to that." Your eyes widened in fear and pain as he threw you onto the bed roughly. He kissed you harder, and forced your thighs open with both of his hands, pinkies up.

He laughed with arousal, pressing his clothed member against you. You sighed as he grinded against your bottoms while tongue kissing you. His hands left your thighs and brought themselves to your body. He sucked, kissed, and bit all over your neck and his indexes and thumbs twirled and pulled at your nipples under your shirt.

"Ah-!" You moaned loudly as the man sucked at your soft spot. "T-Tomura!" A small gasp left your lips and his connected to your skin. Mumbled moans came from you, your hand over your mouth. Tomura glarred the second he heard a moan muffled. "H-Hey!" He had grabbed your hand from over your mouth and tightly gripped it with four fingers, pressing it against the headboard.

He grinned widely out of nowhere, "You really thought you could get away with hiding those beautiful sounds from me?" He sat up, unbuckling his jeans. His eyes went cold as he took off his pants and boxer briefs. "I'm gonna have to get some type of...hm, whats the word?" He looked away in though before smiling and snapping his fingers, "Compensation! Yeah...and I know just what I want from you." Shigaraki push you off of the bed roughly. You fell to the floor and rubbed your arm. He sat on the king-sized in front of you with his cock in his hand. "Suck."

You frowned at him. Did he really have to push you off like that? You got on your knees between his thighs and took a good look at it.

Fuck, he's hung...

You covered your mouth with a huge blush. Where the hell did that come from?! He was a good nine inches and quite thick. You frowned at him and pointed at his cock. "The fuck am I supposed to do with this?" He frowned.

Shigaraki didnt say another word. He just grabbed you by the hair and placed it against your lips. You frowned before licking the tip softly, making him laugh breathlessly. "Fuck..." You sucked on his tip and his hand tightened around your hair, pulling a bit. He looked down at you, smirking while absolutely flustered. "Ugh, your little mouth was made for my fat cock, wasn't it, (Y/N)?" He chuckled and pressed your head forward, forcing a bit more of him inside of you. Shigaraki panted as you bobbed your head back and forth on him. "Youre such a fucking slut..." His cheeks was tinted pink as he stared down at you. Tomura started bobbing your head back and forth on him. He laughed as you gagged on him. "What? Is it too big?" Your face went even hotter. How can he be so fucking conceited yet self conscious?! The white hair boy held your face and was practically thrusting into your mouth at this point. He threw his head back and groaned as cum filled your mouth. "Fuck, (Y/N), you're good at that." He watched you like prey as you thumbed the white substance dripping down your chin. You licked your thumb and he chuckled. "How does it taste?"

You smirked at him minscheviously while getting back on the bed. You took off your bottoms and short then spread your legs. "It tastes good enough to deserve a tip, right?" Shigaraki licked his lips as he crawled in between your thighs.

He rubbed you, playing with your slit. "Did sucking me off really get you this turned on?" You flushed and covered your eyes with your forearm. Tomura smirked mischievously as he licked at you. You moaned quietly, his tongue swirling around and his finger going in and out of your hole.

He stuck his ringerfinger in and you squeaked in pleasure. "Mmm... Tomura, I-just like that..." He sucked and licked, getting more sloppy as his fingers pumped in and out of you. He pumoed faster and faster and your small groans turned into loud moaning as you orgasmed. "Fuck Tomura! Ah-!" You came in his mouth, immediately apologizing. Shigaraki just licked his now soaked fingers and you just stared at him, blushing hard as hell. You smiled softly. "H-How do I taste?"

His red eyes prowled your body as he got on top of you. Your cheeks got hotter when he strattled you. You sighed as he rubbed his manhood against you. Small, flustered moans escaped your lips at his teasing. "You taste like you were missing something." His warm breath tickled your ear, "But I'll fix that right up for you."

Tomura slowly entered you. He groaned out your name in ecstasy. You were a bit uncomfortable at first at his thickness. "W-wait, dont move yet..." You breathed in and out slowly, feeling yourself adjust to him. A groan left your lips, "O-okay..."

Tomura grinded against you, kissing your neck as your hands fiddled with his hair. He started off slow, savoring the feeling of you. He sighed into your collarbone. "God, (Y/N), you're so tight..." He cursed underneath his breath, fucking you a bit faster.

Tears pricked at your eyes. This was almost too much for you. Youve always fantasized about being with Shigaraki and now that it was happening, it felt almost too good to be true. He grinded into you deeper, filling you up fully as his hand held both of tour wrists above your head. The bed rocked as he started thrusting into you faster and deeper. "T-Tomura, you feel so good inside of me!" He groaned louder and you couldn't help but become flustered at all of his noises.

He fucked you even faster and harder. "Fuck, youre mine now, okay?" You nodded and moaned louder at him. "Oh fuck!" His white hair bounced as he pulled out and flipped you over. You were on your forearms and knees, begging for him to keep fucking you good as he thrusted in and out, his hand pulling at your hair as the other gave the occasional spank on your ass. Tomura's thrusts became sloppy as you reached your peak. You both moaned loudly, his cum pouring from inside of you. Shigaraki pulled out and immediately collapsed next to you.

You panted as his arms wrapped themselves around you. You smiled at him. "That was good, right?" He chuckled and kissed your lips.

"The best."

You two spooned as Kurogiri had an extra glass of wine, in utter disgust at when he was forced to hear.

[muwur]

haikyuu x otome: rules | masterlist | prologue

a/n: 2nd post to the hq x otome series! requests are open :) next up will be a ‘game end’ for oikawa so stay tuned ;) 

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“Hinata, is that you?!” 

The owner of the familiar mop of orange hair screeched to a stop on his bicycle. Turning around, Hinata’s chocolate eyes widened in pleasant surprise when they landed upon your approaching figure. He hopped off his bike with a smile, walked it onto the sidewalk, and nudged its kickstand with his foot. 

“Y/n! I haven’t seen you for a week!” he replied enthusiastically as he outstretched his arms, ready to envelope you in an inviting hug. You offered him a warm smile as you gently pressed into his chest instead, unable to wrap your arms around him because of the books occupying them.�� 

Separating, you asked, “Where are you headed? I just finished class for the day!”

“You did? Great! I’m heading out to see a friend and grab some lunch! Do you like steamed buns?”

“Um, yeah, they’re pretty good! Why?”

“You should come along. I’ll introduce you!” 

Feeling a sudden rush of bashfulness, you unconsciously rubbed your toes into the pavement. “I’d love to, but are you sure they won’t mind? I don’t want to intrude or anything--”

A short squeak from your throat cut you off as Hinata shoved a helmet onto your head and fastened its strap under your chin. “Nah, of course not! And you’ll need this helmet; safety first! Here, let me take your books,” he spoke animatedly, taking your books and putting them in his own pack. He slung it back onto his shoulders and mounted his bike, then looked at you expectantly.

Shifting the lopsided helmet on your head, you met his gaze with a confused look. “Um, is something wrong? And why am I wearing your helmet?”

Chuckling, he rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Nah, nothing’s wrong. C’mon, I’m late already and my friend’s impatient! We’re going to lunch!”

“Y-You want me to get on?”

“Yeah! Like, stand on the thingy that juts out of the wheel and hold onto my shoulders.”

“Isn’t that, uh, dangerous? Especially on the street?” You wanted to trust him. You really did.

With a hand over his heart, he vowed, “I, Shoyo Hinata, promise to keep y/n safe on our journey to The Bao House.” 

Despite your uneasiness, you found yourself perched on the rear end of his bicycle. It took another few moments for you to balance yourself and secure your grip around his shoulders. “Are you sure about this?” you asked him hesitantly, looking down again at your feet to make sure they were positioned well. 

He glanced back at you, smiling. “Of course! I do this all the time. You ready?”

Sighing, you shrugged. This wasn’t the worst decision you’ve made in your life before. “As I’ll ever be. Let’s go!” 

At your cue, he trudged forward slowly, the bike wobbling slightly as he adjusted to pedaling with an additional passenger in the back. 

“W-Woah, Hinata, c-careful..!” you yelped, leaning down to fasten your hold on your friend. 

“Don’t worry, I got you!” he exclaimed. Laughing, he began to speed down the bike lane. Despite the close calls from nearby cars and the occasional jostle from a small bump in the road, you remained relatively surprisingly steady. You risked raising your head up, taking in the sights you rushed past. 

“That’s where I practice volleyball!” he called out as a large, grey building passed on your right side. “They’ve got big courts and all sorts of other sports arenas inside! We’ve got a game starting in two weeks, actually!”

When you were finally able to get off the bike, your feet hurt from the pressure of the metal bars. You were relieved to be back on the ground, though, alive and uninjured. Taking off the helmet, you examined its unicorn and fairy stickers with amusement.

“Nice stickers,” you teased. He snatched the pink helmet from you, blushing, then fastened it to his bicycle.

“It’s supposed to be my little sister’s but it’s too big for her,” he grumbled. Waiting for Hinata to lock up his bike on a nearby rack, you then followed him inside the small restaurant. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the setting. 

“There!” he pointed. Your gaze followed his finger, settling on a person sitting at a booth in the corner. They were holding up a menu, leaving only their dark hair visible behind menu pictures of white, fluffy baos. Hinata eagerly bounded over to his friend, yelling “BAKAGEYAMAAA!” and causing the figure to jolt up in their seat. Angry at the surprise outburst, the dark haired boy stood up and whacked Hinata with the menu, and the two began to bicker. Only when he noticed you standing awkwardly in front of the two, as well as the weird looks from the other customers, did he stop, clear his throat, and slide back into his seat.

"Stop being an idiot and making me act out,” he snapped at Hinata, who looked at him in shock as he defended himself. 

“Your actions are your own doing!” Hinata retaliated. With a huff, he turned away from his friend and focused his attention back on you. Scratching the back of his head, he apologized. “I’m sorry about my friend.” He took a second to stick out his tongue at the boy. “This is Tobio Kageyama, but you can call him Bakageyama, or Yamayama, or--”

Blushing, Kageyama cut him off with a jab of his elbow.  “They get it,” he muttered, warning Hinata with a piercing glare. Then his eyes flickered towards you. Judging by the look he was giving you, you expected him to say something; yet only silence accompanied his intense blue gaze. Then, his lips started to twitch and his left eye crinkled slightly.

You were about to introduce yourself and save this boy from further embarrassment when Hinata began to snicker, poking Kageyama in the side. “Why’re you so awkward huh are you tryna smile just introduce yourself--”

‘So that twitching... Was him trying to smile?’

His blush deepened at Hinata’s taunts. Before he could lash back, however, you extended a hand and flashed him an upward curl of your lips. “I’m y/n, Hinata’s friend. He asked me to come, so I hope you don’t mind me being here. I’d like to get to know you more, Kageyama, it’s nice to meet you!” 

He paused to stare at your outstretched hand in surprise, blinking, then quickly shook it after he processed your introduction. “Ah, don’t worry, I don’t mind you being here. It’s nice to meet you, too, y/n.”

“Now we can all be friends~” Hinata rejoiced. “I call sitting next to y/n!” 

Throughout lunch, Kageyama seemed to relax more as you joked around with Hinata. Their friendship was cute, you thought, and you were glad to see him look comfortable in your presence. Maybe you were overthinking, but you also couldn’t help but notice the furtive glances he cast your way every so often. 

After you each split the bill, Kageyama checked the time on his phone. “I gotta go or else I’ll be late to class. I’ll see you both around.”

Once he gathered his belongings and stood up to leave, a more natural smile formed on his lips as he bid you goodbye. He was out the door in the next few seconds. A high-pitched ding caught your attention, and you looked over at Hinata, who was typing away on his phone with a smirk on his lips. 

“What?” you asked him when his brown eyes glittered at you with a hint of mischief. Then, you felt a vibration in the pocket of your jacket. Pulling out your phone, you saw a message from an unknown number.

‘Hey y/n. This is Kageyama. I forgot to ask you before I left so I asked Hinata for your number, yknow, for reference.’

‘Huh. He could’ve come back in real quick to ask. Then again, he was rushing to get to class, so...’

You glanced back up at your friend and raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay, you gave him my number. That’s totally fine, so why are you looking at me like that?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes avoiding your interrogating look. “Oh, no reason. Say, you want to come to our volleyball game in two weeks? Kageyama and I are actually on the same team! It’s 12PM Saturday at the place we passed by earlier. Be there or be square.”

Smiling, you rolled your eyes. “Oh, I’ll be there.” 

On the commute home, you suddenly remembered you haven’t responded to Kageyama. You whipped out your phone and typed out a reply.

‘Hey Kageyama! That’s totally fine. Btw, I’m coming to your game, I’ll c u there 😁’

You hit send, unable to make sense of the tingle you felt in your chest. You chose to shrug it off. Probably just excited to meet up with your new friends. 

However, another ding of your phone and your heart was set aflutter.

‘Oh, cool, I’ll see you then’

‘Glad Hinata made friends with someone who’s not as annoying as him’

You didn’t think you’d be messaging him well after you arrived home, nor did he think he would be texting you throughout his 2-hour lecture. Not that either of you minded, though. 

taglist: @thechaosoflonging​ (tysm for requesting <3 :) ! hope u enjoyed! didnt get a req for cont story w kags but i probs will do one anywa loolol)

[askyancy]

Team Get Yancy

OOC: Art by @smiling-jo​ Team Get Yancy’s Theme Violence, Blood and Character death warning below the cut.  A huge wonderful applause to @smiling-jo​ for their amazing contribution to this plot and story as the leader of the Happy Trio/Team Get Yancy known as Frank anon but better known on server as Tooth. We had to take them out with one hell of a bang!  Please enjoy the following content that went down on the discord server! If you’re not there yet you’re missing all the big action! 

The cell block was quiet, inmates falling asleep one by one, and with the gang still oddly missing, it made for peaceful evening.... 

 Swan padded toward the bars of the cell with Frank and Burger and took a careful peek into the cell itself. The room was abandoned, everything perfectly in place with the notable exception of Hank and Jimmy the Pickle. The silence was deafening; there should have been snores, whispers, anything from this cell block and Yancy's gang, but there was nothing.  Swan gave the others a nod, signalling that the coast was clear for them to enter the cell.. 

"I'd love to tango. I was always the dancer of my family." Burger purrs before pulling out their mask and slipping it over their face, tightening it so there was no chance of it slipping. They slightly nudge Swan out of the way and pull out a bobby pin that was swiped from one of the bathrooms. They pull it open slightly before digging it into the lock, leaning in close and holding their breath as they listen to the grinding sound of the lock. With a triumphant 'click' the lock pops open and Burger quickly drags the cell open, inviting the other two inside. "Do your business; I'm going to look around."

 Frank walks into the cell where he spots his target: Hank's hooch. "Just don't touch anything that could give us away or I will personally dispose of you." Reaching the small barrel he pulls out the cork that plugs it all, the other hand reaching into his trouser's pocket and pulling out a small flask with the detergent. "Now, this is a little gift from us", is all Frank says before he opens the flask and pours it into the hooch. And to finish it all up he picks up the barrel, puts the cork in again and shakes it to really mix it through - he doesn't want anyone miss their present after all.. As Frank spikes the hooch - after all, who doesn't like a bit of spiked wine every now and again? -

Swan stood back toward the cell bars, glancing between Frank in the cell and Burger in the hall. She kept an open ear for any new sounds, surveyed the belongings in the cell for anything of interest. A few old doodles of Jimmy's, a half eaten candy bar under the bed, the occasional speck of glitter, but nothing of any use to them. "Hurry up," she hissed to Frank, ducking her head back out the cell door to check on Burger.. 

"Jesus christ who tied your dick in a twist, Frank? I know what I'm doing." Burger snaps at Frank, keeping their voice lowered as they watch him shake the barrel vigorously. "I always hated wine. Mojitos, whisky, and gin and tonics are my go to." Burger mutters as they tap bricks in search of any loose ones. They search the beds but not as thoroughly as they would like given the time crunch. Coming up empty handed, they step back out to join Swan, peering into other cells. They inhaled slowly, enjoying the faint smell of smoke.. 

Before the trio could leave everything happened fast. Something POOMPFED into the side of Franks head, sending glitter everywhere, then into Burger and Swan as well, followed by another two! Suddenly they were out numbered by people inside the cell. Tiny looked PISSED Hank... even more so Jimmy made themselves as big as possible, a low rumbling growl Bambam and sparkles stayed to the side, murder in their eyes. Each and every one of them had a shiv and Tiny?.... Tiny had a bazooka. The Warden hadn't cleared out Bambams stash yet! "Got you mother fuckers. Freeze where you are or we blow your  stupid dorky masks clean off your faces and half way up your asses!" Tiny clicked the safety off the bazooka.

. So they have been busted, huh? Oh well, all fun needs to have it's ups and downs. With the barrel still in his hand Frank does a mock bow, eyes staying on the gang the whole time. "Congratulations to you all, you finally laid a trap that didn't go wrong", he comes back up and gestures towards the hooch he just poisoned: "I am sure you are quite thirsty after waiting for this long, may I offer you a drink in these trying times?". 

Swan froze in place, eyes behind the mask darting between the members of Yancy's gang, clothes and hair properly dripping with glitter. Of course they had been so quiet. They were lying in wait. Hiding in the shadows like cats in the hunt. The predators had become the prey.  "...Shit." Swan bolted, pushing past Burger and fleeing down the hall. She didn't care if she was leaving a trail of glitter or ricocheting off the walls. This bird wasn't dying tonight.

. Burger squawked when a glitter bomb hit them square in the chest, dropping their bobby pin and hastily trying to wipe it off of their clothing, but it stubbornly clung to the fabric of their clothes and their skin. They hissed when Swan shoved past them and for a moment looked like they would flee as well before they stood their ground. Burger wasn't a COWARD. They snickered, remaining in the open cell door as they sway back and forth, as if showing off the glitter on their clothes. "It feels like a family reunion in here! Isn't that what we are here at dear Happy Trails? Family?"

The gang stand their ground to. Hank looks pissed about the hooch but it's fixable... Hank has kitchen duty, a lot of scrubbing it would be fine. Cleanse it all out. A lost batch wasn't a problem, but it still stung. Tiny growled and took a step forward, pinched an eye shut and aimed right for Frank. They actually looked ready to fire too, if not for the hand on their shoulder from Bambam. "Yer out numbered assholes. We got you. So we'll be nice. We'll give you the chance Yancy offered you at the start. Fuck off. Don't come back. And maybe we won't tear you apar-..." Bambam was cut off when they saw something behind Frank.before anyone could do anything, Yancy's eyes had gone dark and while Franks arms were out stretched he'd lunged, shiv in hand and moved in for the kill. (Heavy violence, Heavy blood warning) He snapped his arm around Franks shoulder and drew the shiv across his throat. He wasn't taking chances. This was them. They had them. This fucker had HURT HIS FRIENDS! HURT HIM! NO MORE! HE grit his teeth watching the blood gush from Frank's throat as the eyes on the gang went wide. Their sweet boy Yancy made a kill. Not something they had ever gotten to see.... The blood was like a switch. Before he knew what he was doing, Yancy blacked out.... He stabbed Frank in the back... then again... and again again again again again again again AGAIN! AGAIN! He kept going over and over and over he didnt stop. Snarls and growls of absolute rage from the tiger within Yancy. He'd messed up before not attacking but this time. No. Frank wasn't getting away this time! The gang slowly lowered their shivs, the bazooka to, Bambam quickly hurried forward to try and grab Yancy's arm "Stop... STOP! YANCY STOP IT! FUCKING ST-HEY! Help!" Tiny was on them too, grabing Yancy's other arm to help pull him away. The second Yancy was away he was glaring at the mangled corpse that was now Frank and slowly his rage filled eyes moved over to the burger....

. Burger hadn't even noticed Yancy's approached until he was already in front of them spilling Frank's blood across his hands and the floor, their eyes widening in horror. They staggered backwards and completely out of the cell, glitter falling to the ground like snowy, sparkling in the dim light. They were holding their breath, listening to the wet squelch of the blade digging into flesh again and again and again, scarlet splattered across skin as Frank was slaughtered in front of all of them. Burger met Yancy's gaze as he turned to face them, their eyes wide. Before he could moved they surged forward and grabbed the cell door, slamming it shut and leaving them locked inside. At least, locked from that exit. "P-Princey finally snapped, huh?" They sneered. "Oho, Daddy's gonna be mad to see blood on birdie's hands. K-Kill me or not you're getting the chair and I'm going to laugh as you join Frank in hell." Burger tears away from the cell bars and sprints down the hall, opposite from Swan to leave a forked path.

Yancy is fast to move, slamming into the bars as the door shuts on them all, a growl of absolute rage leaving them, watching the glitter trail go. He immediately started yanking at the door, Bambam and Tiny holding him back and Jimmy came over to help "Th-this is bad.. This is really fucking bad" "Hank go get a guard. Get the wardem something ANYTHING!" Sparkles was freaking out. There was blood on all of them, all over the cell... It was horrific. Yancy was still fighting them but gave out a grunt, slumping. "Fuck hey.. you okay? Calm down man, deep breaths" WHAP "Snap out of it" Tiny slapped him "Ow!... huhn..ow...... f-fuck... fuck-..oph. OH FUCK OH! FUCK!!" "Hey calm d- CALM DOWN its ok! We got you! It's ok-ITS OKAY! KEEP STILL!" Yancy was thrashing, the need to run, but he could barely move now, everything hurt. "Youre gonna pop your fucking stitches calm down- YANCY!" Bambam got up in his face, grabbing his cheeks. "Hey look at me. Look at me... hey.. deep breath..."Sparkles had a hand over their mouth for a while before slowly going over and peeling off the mask from Franks face. ...... "oh my god..... it's Tooth..." Tiny's head snapped around to look and frowned..... Huh.... that gave them some possible leads... maybe? Whatever the glitter would help... They glanced up at the sound of approaching feet.

Frank Anon was dead....

[attina-the-responsible]

Mother, Make Me (a bird of prey) ~*~ [Siren]

In which Panic and Attina are reunited in the Underworld and must escape...[takes place: March 10-11, idk time is funky in the Underworld]

[tw: underworld shenanigans, so creepy/spooky, pretty mild tho it’s mostly emotional distress, but if you want a summary, hmu!]

PANIC: Thrown into a world Panic had tried to escape left him frantic on where to go. Sure the Underworld hadn’t changed too much there were demon’s faces that he didn’t recognize. There were alleys and hidden entrances he didn’t know about. And not having Percy’s voice in his head left him lonely. He didn’t have anyone to rely on but himself.

He ignored the laughter of others knowing that the happiness here wasn’t normally a good thing. He was especially avoiding anyone that potentially could remember him. 

It had been twenty years and Panic would have all the time in the world to catch up with them once Attina was safe.

He just needed to follow the magic signature.And he followed until he stood in front of his own empty home.

Stepping inside Panic walked through the room until a small creek echoed through the house from the sound of his room. Rushing in Panic wasn’t surprised to see the room void of any items. Solely Attina in the room. Shifting back into Percy’s form Panic rushed forward wrapping Attina up in his arms.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry but let’s move. Let’s get you out.”

ATTINA: Attina woke up in the dark. At first, it was so dark that she couldn’t see anything at all. It was as if she was sitting in black, black water. No matter how many times she blinked, her vision didn’t clear, though there was nothing covering her eyes.

And then, slowly, the room around her was revealed, the darkness peeling back. 

Her head was still spinning, the panic stuck in her chest. Where was she? Who was it that had taken her? She had no idea. And her only thought was: poachers. They’d finally come for her. And Attina wasn’t brave. Even though she had her daughter to protect, she wasn’t brave. There wasn’t a bone in her body that wanted to fight. Maybe, if it came to it, she would. If someone put her hands on her and tried to actually, physically kill her, maybe she’d snap out of it, but as it stood, she did nothing. Nothing at all. She was too terrified to even look too deeply into the shadows that surrounded her. Like she was a little kid, imagining monsters in the corners of her bedroom.

How had they found her? Did they have the rest of her family? Who were they? 

Am I going to die? She wanted to ask, but she couldn’t find her voice. It had been stolen from her.

She didn’t know how long she stood there, trembling in the cold, for it was very cold. A kind of cold that seeped into your bones, penetrating deep down, until it felt like you’d break if you took a single step. It felt like eons. As if entire lifetimes had passed, stretching before her. And yet, by the time Panic burst in from the door (there was a door? Where was the door?) It had felt like seconds, minutes.

She jumped as he got his arms around her, but she managed a shaky breath and collapsed against him, her hand clutching at his shirt. God, she was so relieved to see him. It splashed over her, warming her from the cold, his hug like bathwater. 

“Panic, I-I--” she tried to say, but she didn’t have the words. 

A chuckle emerged from the dark.

“Well, well, well--you did come after all.” 

PANIC: Panic held Attina as close to him as possible. If this was the last time he got to do this please just let her know how sorry he was. How much he loved her. Please just know those things.

Kissing her on the top of her head even though the voice shook him to the core Panic twisted around keeping Attina behind him one hand on her hip to make sure she stayed right there.

Taking a deep breath Panic glared in his human form though he didn’t want to make this any harder on Tina by throwing that out there. “I did, you wanted me back you got that, no need to keep Attina here. Humans aren’t supposed to be brought down until they are killed.”

ATTINA: Attina had no idea what was going on. How had Panic found her? She was so glad to see him, but she was also terrified. She didn’t want anything to happen to him. Attina may not be brave, but she’d rather be the one to die than the people she loved. If she could do that and keep them safe, she would. But, he was here now and there was no changing that--nor changing the fact that Attina felt so, so grateful it made her heart start beating again in her chest.

She was still clinging to him when the voice hissed out and she stumbled slightly as Panic pushed her behind him. From around his shoulder, she could just make out a figure on the edge of the darkness, flickering like a blown out candle. She couldn’t make out any of the features, its formlessness more terrifying than anything.

Maybe this was just a nightmare. Attina squeezed her eyes shut. 

“Seems you’ve forgotten how things work around here,” the shadow figure said and suddenly the room lit up. A fireball clutched in the demon’s hand. For it was a demon--Attina registered that as soon as she opened her eyes again and saw the figure in full. 

The demon tossed the fireball up and down, playing with it idly. “We haven’t had a new plaything in so long. We’re all starving.” 

PANIC: “You’re right I forgot how things went down here because guess what I’ve been the one enjoying top life for two decades unlike you lot who are stuck down here playing and starving.” Don’t get Panic wrong he was scared shitless. This was where he would have curled into himself. Let them do what they wanted to do.

It was easier to be a play thing then to fight back and be nearly killed.

“Like I said you can have me back. I offer a challenge. A little fight. A little fun. Catch me if you can and the whole thing.” He would be caught he knew that. But Panic had to play into that fact he was going to be a game. A fun little thing for them. Attina. Sweet Attina wouldn’t be a challenge and that was a good thing.

ATTINA: “Panic,” Attina managed to squeak as she grabbed onto his arm, but she was quite sure he couldn’t hear her over the sound of the other demon’s cackling. She knew that he couldn’t leave her all alone in here--wherever...here was. (She was starting to put it together, but was thankful for the threat before them if only because she didn’t want to think about the rest, about the chill up her spine…) 

“Oh, you’ve gotten more fun since you’ve been gone, haven’t you?” the monster said, tilting its head to the side. The fireball in its hand got bigger and its eyes flashed. “But that doesn’t sound as much fun as torturing the both of you!”

With that, the demon cocked his arm back and threw the fireball right at them. 

PANIC: Fun. Fun was something Panic could work with. Demons like this enjoyed the chase. Enjoyed the power. He just somehow needed to play his cards right.

The fireball was thrown and honestly Panic didnt have the time to think. Turning his back to the demon Panic let go of Percy's form shifting back into the shadows of his growing large enough the fireball hit him square in his back.

Cursing and crying out Panic stumbled his weight pressed against Attina.

"Next chance we get we have to run." Panic whimpered out. "I'm sorry I need to look like this I can't manage holding a human form as well." He added cause oh God she would hate him now but she had to stay close for a little longer.

ATTINA: The fire flashed bright but it was only a backlight for the demon in front of her. Attina made a sound in her throat--not realizing at first that that was--Panic. Her Panic. For a moment, she thought it was just another demon or some trick. Her brain was too fatigued with fear to really catch up and even Panic’s voice sounded different, rasping and deeper. But still, she did her best to catch him when he stumbled forward, more on instinct than anything. 

All Attina could do was nod--she didn’t have time to think about Panic’s new form (and really, was it so different from Attina turning into a mermaid? How different she looked then.)

They turned and Attina tripped, fear and pregnancy making her feet heavy, but they scrambled towards the door of what Attina could vaguely recognize as a building--a house? 

“Aw, where are you going?” called the demon and tossed another fireball. It smacked against the doorway as they ran through. Attina let out a yelp.

Then, they were in the dark again.

Not for long.

Suddenly, the demon was at the end of the hallway they’d turned down, another fireball lighting up its shadowy features.

PANIC: Panic wrapped an arm around Attina. His body wanted to curl into himself. He wanted to stop loving and curl into a ball. But if being in the human world for two decades had shown him anything it was resilience to keep fighting.

His fiancee and his daughter were counting on him. After all, he had gotten them into this.

Panic ignored the demon as they ran. He knew these walls. He knew this ground. He knew how to get out of here. 

Envy blocked his path.

Yanking Tina into another room Panic spun around. He had locked themselves in. No. They were in Pain's room and Pain always loved to sneak out. 

Running to the window he yanked it opened hearing the footsteps echo closer. If he was alone he could turn into a bird and never be seen again. 

"There's a ledge and small drop. Look to see if you can make it?" Panic stated stepping between her and the door.

ATTINA: Did Panic have a plan? Attina didn’t know, it seemed like he might? 

Apparently, that plan involved jumping out of a window?!

Attina knew that she didn’t really have a choice in the matter and, maybe if she wasn’t pregnant, it wouldn’t be that hard. She had snuck out of her own second story window once or twice in her youth. She wasn’t in her youth anymore. She also had no idea what was going on. She was also pregnant.

“I--” she started to protest, but the floorboards creaked and she knew whatever was hunting them was getting closer. Her legs felt like jelly as she lifted a knee onto the window sill and ducked out of it best she could. She smacked her head on the pane hard enough to see stars but she just grit her teeth as she swung her leg down and tried to find the ledge he was talking about. When she did, she put her weight on it and started swinging her other leg over the sill. 

The door shattered open, surprising Attina who gave a yelp and almost lost hold of the window sill, her foot slipping on the ledge. It wasn’t that far down--she should probably just let go. Closing her eyes, she pushed off, doing her best to jump instead of fall. 

She landed on her feet--at first. She felt a pain shoot up her leg and she fell backwards, smacking into the ground and getting the breath knocked out of her. She felt like a turtle on its back, uncertain how to get up. If they weren’t in some sort of mortal peril, it might even be funny.

“Panic!” she called--blinking her eyes once or twice and squinting up towards the window into the dark.

PANIC: The door had cracked up splintering and burning the wood as Attina jumped out and Panic was sorry that he had forced her to this. She was right when she didn’t want to date a demon. It was too complicated and too dangerous. 

Panic couldn’t miss the next fire ball all he could do was hold up his hand and when Tina was clear jump out the window himself. Turning into a bird the moment he jumping not even aiming for the ledge. Just jumping. 

And when he landed he changed back and wrapped an arm around Attina’s shoulder pulling her up and running keeping her weight on her trying to avoid her touching any of the burns on his body. They just needed to get to the back alleys. They just needed to run.

“We’ll hide out. Okay. We’re going to run and we’re going to hide. There was a place me and my brother hid all the time.” Panic stated as he twisted around his burning house without a look back.

ATTINA: At first, Attina didn’t recognize the demon in front of her. For a moment, she couldn’t distinguish between the one hunting her and the one she loved. The fear twisted in her gut as Panic reached down, but she let out a sigh of relief when he only did so to help pull her to her feet. She felt so heavy. So heavy and exhausted. As if they had been running for years. Had they been running for years? She had no idea. It was as if time had ceased to exist.

And then--Panic said his brother. A place they used to always go.

This was his home.

This was his real home.

Holy shit, she was in the Underworld. Could she even say “holy shit”?!

There was no time to think about it further than that, because Panic had grabbed her and tugged her around the side of the house. 

“Come out, come out wherever you are!” she heard the voice of the other demon boom. 

“Panic, where--where are we going? What’s going on?” she finally managed to find her voice, almost wanting to tug him to a stop, though she didn’t dare to.

PANIC: Panic spun around, as much as he remember this place it was when he was small. There were places they could hide that weren’t big enough for them now. There was this over hang, just past some trees. This hole in the wall basically. But it would be big enough for Attina at the very least and he could shift if need be. Attina needed to rest too.

So many things needed to happen.

And his voice was still trailing around them. Everywhere. Closing them all in.

“I don’t know what’s going on. But you’re in the underworld and I’m so sorry.” Panic apologized turning into the trees. “Okay hide in here, can you crawl in, it’s probably very small but its what I have right now. He’ll get bored they always do.”

ATTINA: That answer was not satisfying.

If they were not being chased by a bloodthirsty demon or whatever, it would not satisfy! She’d want a proper answer. She needed a proper answer. Looked like she wasn’t going to get one. Not right now anyway. Maybe if they lived--maybe then. 

Attina didn’t bloody know if they were going to live, though! She had moved past fear into anger? Sure, maybe. Whatever the feeling in her gut, she didn’t like it. Her whole body ached. 

So, she didn’t argue--she did her best to squeeze, stopping about halfway and turning to look at Panic as if suddenly remembering something. “What about you?”

PANIC: Tina was looking like she would be able to fit in and Panic sighed leaning his head onto hers. “I’ll try to draw him away. I’ll try him to get him away from you. I’ll come back. They never kill me, it’s just the game. Stay still for me please. And then we’ll get you out.”

Panic didn’t have long. He was already wasting time here but he needed to make sure she was okay too. At least in the given situation. 

“Can you fit?”

ATTINA: For the record: Attina didn’t want to leave Panic--or have him leave her. She couldn’t even untangle this from a selfish want not to be alone or her worry about him. Her brain wasn’t exactly functioning on “rationality” (as if it ever did.) She just knew that nothing about this situation was good or right or what she wanted.

Which meant that she was frozen into immobility. 

It was a wonder she was even able to nod her head, but she did so. Her words all caught in her throat but she reached out and grabbed at his arm, holding it and squeezing his bicep for a moment before she let  go and began to squeeze into the tight space he had shown her.

PANIC: Panic tried to offer Attina a smile. Anything to show her she would be okay. He would be back, maybe not in one piece but he would be back. He wouldn’t kill Panic, that was a certainty. “I love you.” Panic offered before he ran.

He flew and he shifted and he kept going until he lead the demon into the town, even with rumbles of laughter. He taunted Panic as Panic hid under boxes and behind walls.

He spoke about how they couldn’t hide forever. They couldn’t get out of here either so they would be stuck and he was in for the long game. His voice rang through the streets and some of the lesser demons were already taking shelter. Doubling back Panic’s hands shook as he ran toward Attina, hours having passed but he collapsed in front of her.

“Are you okay?”

ATTINA: Time stopped.

Once Panic disappeared into the dark--time stopped.

Attina had never lived in such a strange limbo before. Everything was still. Everything was quiet. Even Amelia in her womb didn’t move.  It reminded her of that classical piece. 4’33--four minutes and thirty three seconds of holds. 

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“Are you okay?”

Attina jumped and turned her head, looking at Panic--her gaze, at first, vacant. 

Then, she reached out for him, touching the corner of his arm. He was hot to the touch when everything else had been cold, cold, cold.

“I’m--fine,” she told him, her voice hollow. “Are you?” Her voice managed to color with some concern, even if no color existed in a place like this.

PANIC: Leaning on one knee Panic leaned his head into the little hidey hole. He didn’t want to collapse but he was. His world was closing in, darkening if he let himself close his eyes for a moment too long. He could just curl up and sleep. He could just curl up and stop.

Wake up in an hour and do it again.

“I’m fine, this is nothing.” Panic joked focusing as he slipped back into Percy’s form sweat covering his forehead.

“We need to get you out of her. Back up before- just we need to get you back up.”

ATTINA: Attina was relieved when Panic turned back into the form that Attina was most familiar with. She hated the fact and maybe she’d be able to deal with her Giant Shadow Demon fiance better if she wasn’t also in the Underworld and being chased by other equally as terrifying demons. In this form she could frown and reach up to brush at his sweat-slicked hair. 

She wanted to tell him to rest, but she knew that they couldn’t. That they couldn’t stop now. And she wanted to get home. She didn’t want to be there for another second longer than necessary. It already felt like she’d lived a lifetime in this darkness.

“Okay,” she agreed, her eyes teary, but she gave him a smile and then crawled out of her hiding spot--covered in a kind of grime she didn’t want to look too closely at. 

“Where--where do we go?” She looked around. Everything looked dark and that was all.

PANIC: “One of the entrances to the underworld is at Swynlake, If I can get you to that one, There is no demon in you or Amelia.” Panic hoped there wasn’t enough Demon in Amelia, “They have to let you out. You were never meant to be here.” Panic whispered taking her hand and starting that walk. His back hunched over a touch.

“It’s hard to describe this world but we have to walk through, There are cracks. If we can find one. Just one. You can get out. You might even find the gift shop.” He added sarcastically.

ATTINA: Panic might as well be speaking gibberish to her. Well, she knew about the entrance to the Underworld in Swynlake. It was how they’d met, after all, wasn’t it? It was all the rest that didn’t make sense--cracks? A gift shop? Maybe this was really a dream. Maybe this was just a nightmare--some sort of FMT, which she’d read about. A transference of weird demon energy. 

She would wake up from all of this and Panic would laugh and say that isn’t what it was like at all.

Until then, Attina had to walk, had to trust Panic. 

“O-okay,” she said again, much more softly and she took his hand. “Lead the way. I trust you.” 

PANIC: Panic in that moment hated that she trusted him, her trusting him is what got her into this. If she never dated him they wouldn’t have grabbed her. If she wasn’t carrying Amelia, they wouldn’t be interested in her.

But Panic had to try to not focus on that. This was his last few moments with her. He couldn’t spend too much time on that. Not as a towering loomed ahead of them. He opened his mouth to speak multiple times before he shook his head and didn’t.

“Don’t talk to anyone. Don’t look at anyone.” Panic mumbled out as they walked past bars and alley ways. It was walking past someone who leered and Panice force them to take another back street. He may not have been here in a long time but he remembered the walk.

ATTINA: She didn’t need telling twice. It wasn’t hard for Attina to keep her eyes to the ground. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to them. Even if this was a dream (it wasn’t, she knew it wasn’t), she wanted to do her best to keep her head down. She was always one who preferred to keep her head down. She wasn’t Andrina, Adella, Aquata, Alana, Ariel--any of them, really. It was Attina who stood up for others. She wished she was. She wished she could be the girl who saved the world.

But, she wasn’t. She was barely strong enough to handle dating a demon. What kind of love was so flimsy as to crumble when terrified?

Still, she loved him as she took step after step, no matter how daunting and she didn’t look up, not once. She watched as the ground beneath their feet changed over and over, the ground different, as if daring her to glance upwards, at the rest of her surroundings. But, she didn’t. She trusted where Panic led and let him guide her through the zig-zagging alleyways that felt as if they would never end and--through a door in a wall, until they were standing at the shore of a lake.

Attina knew it was water and then, she couldn’t help but look up--the water called to her, it always had.

Everything was still and peaceful and quiet, except for the lapping of the water on the shore and the creaking of boats in the distance that she could see through the fog.

“What is this place?” she asked, her voice no louder than a whisper.

PANIC: Panic let out a sigh when they got out of the city, stretching out his shoulders feeling the cracks and tears at his skin. He looked back at the city only for a moment. Only one moment before Attina brought his attention back and he offered her a small smile.

“The Stygian Marshes. It’s not something you want to swim through.” Panic murmured walking them to a waiting boat. There always was one. Ready to drag someone to their death for coming in or leaving.  Holding onto the edge Panic helped Attina in.

“I’m going to slip out of this, back to my true form. It might keep some of the creatures in the water away from us as we cross.” But he needed Attina to be okay with that too. 

ATTINA: Yeah, Attina didn’t want to go swimming through that black, murky nothingness.

Except...she kind of did. Gosh, nothing would feel better than slipping into her true form. Maybe the water would make her feel weightless, instead of so, so heavy. Maybe she’d be faster and stronger than all those...things in the water--souls or demons or monsters or all three. Maybe if Attina was braver she could become her true self and then be able to save herself too, so that Panic wouldn’t have to. 

And maybe, that thinking made her more comfortable with the idea of Panic in his own true form. Or maybe, she just wanted to get the hell out of here.

Ha, get the hell out of here.

She snorted once and then started giggling. 

“Sorry, sorry, yeah that’s--that’s fine.” It wasn’t fine, not really. None of this was fine. She swallowed her laughter down. Neptune, maybe she’d officially lost it. In the boat, she got her sea legs easily and barely jerked when the boat started moving. Instead, she watched the waters, wanting to reach down into them and feel the coolness on her fingers. It was tempting--more so than the gold and jewels that sparkled down below, the water itself enticed…

Attina pulled her sweater around her shoulders tighter and tucked her hands into her elbows, peeling her eyes away from the water. She glanced at Panic, though she couldn’t see him well in the dark. 

PANIC: Panic slipped back into his skin and immediately he felt better, using his power to make him look like Percy put a strain on his already tired body. He could curl up right now in this boat and fall asleep. He didn’t care about the treasure in the depth. His treasure was right in front of him.

Reaching out Panic rested a hand on Attina’s knee. Leaning down to press his head against her leg. “I love you. I love you more than anything.” Panic murmured. Words he wanted to say now before he lost his chance. Who knew when their silence would be interrupted. 

ATTINA: Attina jumped a bit when something touched her knee before she realized it was just Panic’s hand. In the darkness, it didn’t look like much at all, just more darkness. She pressed her lips together and stroked her hand over his head once.

“I know,” she said back quietly, her voice nothing but a breath beneath her terror of being heard by anyone else on this vast, endless swamp. 

Not a moment too soon, they bumped against the land on the other side and Attina let out a breath, climbing quickly and easily out of the boat. Glad to be rid of it and the temptation to dive into the water and let the souls of the damned or whatever drag her down and down and down. When she turned towards the land, she expected--

Well, she didn’t know what she expected but--

There was just a door. 

A door and some strange contraption that she couldn’t place in her tired, addled brain, but it looked rather harmless. She wandered closer before turning to look over her shoulder at Panic. 

“It--it can’t be that easy, can it?” she asked, hopefully, as if the rest had been easy. Though if it was just a door that was left, she was grateful.

PANIC: Panic couldn’t stop touching Attina, his hand was on her knee, then her hand to help her out, to the small of her back.

He wouldn’t get to hold Amelia either.

“The door of judgement.” Panic whispered looking up at it. “If you aren’t meant to be here it should know. Gold coins for good and well not gold coins for bad.” Panic’s would fill up very quickly on one side. “You’re not supposed to be here. Step forward and let it do it’s thing and then the door should I hope open.” Panic whispered pushing gently on her back, letting go.

ATTINA: “Well, what about you?” Attina said, turning to look back at him. She heard the way he said it--the you, not the we. 

All of it sounded silly to her anyway. How was a stupid door supposed to know anything about the good and bad that Attina had done in her life? She had done plenty of bad, but just because she wasn’t supposed to be here, it was going to let her back out? Well, she hoped it was that easy, but still, she did not trust it. She didn’t trust anything in this world.

Except Panic. 

PANIC: Panic stepped back creating distance between them. He wanted  to break through those doors, to fight his way back to the surface. The thing was Panic didn’t have that strength. He didn’t have it anymore. Desperate as he was, he wasn’t strong enough to pull himself out.

Panic sighed as he tried to form words, anything. “I’m a demon, Attina. I wasn’t ever meant to leave, this world will not let me leave another time. I’m not going to be able to go with you.” Panic whispered and even though he stepped back he was reaching out too.

“I can’t come with you.”

ATTINA: “That’s bullshit,” Attina said at once and then blinked at herself, slightly startled by the ferocity in her own voice. She didn’t think she’d had the energy to get mad, but oh, she was mad. 

“You can’t just--give up like that!” she snapped at him, forgetting that they were in the underworld and that at the moment he was more shadow than anything else. She stomped her foot stubbornly on the ground, like she was going to plant her own roots right there on the spot. 

PANIC: Panic blinked at Attina, he looked at her shocked but he didn’t move back. Her strength was brilliant and it was a light in a world of darkness. Over his very own darkness and shadows.

“If I thought there was any chance I could, I promise I would. I’m barely standing Attina.” Panic reached out setting his hands on her shoulder, streams of black smoke dripping off his cheeks. “I want nothing more than to leave with you. To see the world and live in that world with you.” But Panic took a step toward the door and Clang. A rock fall, one then two. A few and then a waterfall of them.

And with each Panic curled in on himself the weight pressing him down, basically crushing him into the ground.

“You and Amelia are more important than anything right now.”

ATTINA: Clang! went the stones and Attina jumped, her head turning to watch. 

Stupid fucking door! That door didn’t know shit. She wanted to rush forward and pull the rocks off--one after another, she could be quicker than fate and take just enough so it’d slip open and let them both through. Attina wondered if she could. If it would make any difference at all…

Maybe, her sisters had been right.

Maybe, she had always been destined for something like this.

At the mention of their daughter, Attina’s hand went to her stomach, stroking over the swell of her belly, where their daughter had been quiet and calm throughout this whole ordeal. In that, Panic was right: Amelia was the most important thing. 

Attina dropped to her knees too, eyes filling with tears, so Panic was just part of the darkness in front of her. She reached for him anyway: found his shoulder and then his cheek. He was the only thing warm in this cold, cruel world.

“I can’t leave,” she told him, “I won’t. I--I can’t do it without you. Amelia needs you. I need you.” 

PANIC: Panic fell into Attina, his shadows, wisps of them surrounding them as he went to his knees and rested his head against hers. He touched her stomach and then wrapped his arm around her kissing the top of her head.

“I love you more than anything and I love Amelia more than anything.” Panic choked out. “But you can’t stay you deserve more than just living here, in darkness and I don’t even know what would happen to a mermaid down here and I thought about it. I thought about asking you to stay. But it’s dangerous and you deserve so much more than me. You’ve always deserved the world and I’m so sorry I can’t give that to you. Amelia deserves the world.” Panic was fully crying now. “Please Attina, raise Amelia in your world. With your family, with happiness and love and tell her every day that I love her. Please, I love you and her so much.” He would do anything for them.

Clang went the gold coin.

ATTINA: This had never been part of the plan. Raising Amelia without a father had never been part of the plan. She was supposed to have a father, two of them in fact. Now she had--none? 

How was Attina supposed to explain that? How was she supposed to live, knowing that was a decision that she made? 

Because, like Panic said, Amelia deserved sunshine and warmth and life. Things that she could never have here. This wasn’t about Panic or Attina, or Panic and Attina, it was about Amelia. It had to be about Amelia. She was the only reason that Attina would leave Panic now. Even if it meant leaving her heart behind. Those were the choices you had to make, as a parent. As a mother. She wondered, when her mother had gone to the sea, if she had thought about what would happen to her girls--if she never came back. Had she weighed the risks and decided it was worth it? Had her hubris dragged her down, in the end? Had she thought her family worth the risk? 

It wasn’t a fair question, nor was it a fair decision--either of them. But Attina knew that she had to make it. She closed her eyes and the tears fell down her cheeks, burning hot over her cold, cold skin. 

“I will, I will,” Attina told him as she squeezed her eyes shut and threw her arms around his neck. He felt different, like this--half there, as if he was already gone. As if she were just hugging a shadow. “I’ll tell her everything.” She leaned back so she could find his eyes in the darkness. She kissed him once, soft and gentle. It wasn’t hard to find his lips, they were easy and familiar, no matter his form. Perhaps, that was why you kissed with your eyes closed in the first place. 

“I’m sorry, Panic, I’m sorry.”

Another coin fell, and another--their chimes almost pleasant sounding, beckoning Attina forward. She stood on unsteady feet, with the help of Panic and together they stood, watching the gold fall one, then another, then another, until the scale tilted and the door unlatched and swung open silently. On the other side, Attina could hear the ocean. 

She didn’t know what it meant--except that she had to go through. 

“I love you, Panic. I love you. No matter your form but for your heart,” she told him softly. “And when--when I look at Amelia I won’t see Percy, I’ll see you.” 

She took a deep breath and tried to swallow down her tears. “Y-you have to tell me to go, I-I don’t think I can do it…” 

PANIC: Panic kissed her like it was the last time he ever would, because it was. Panic shook and he cried and it was painful. The chiming of coins if only just made him smile because that was all about Attina. That was all her. That was Amelia staking her claim on the world that was hers.

She could apologize all she wanted but Panic wouldn’t hear it. Panic was a Father and his heart could break over and over. But they were making the right decision.

His daughter would be safe, she would grow up happy. She would have her whole family and Panic loved it. He loved everything about it. He hated that he couldn’t be there for her. He couldn’t.

“Percy will help. Belle and Sally too. Find them if you need them.” It was all that Panic could do, offer his friends. Stepping back Panic let go of his fiance and his daughter.

“I love you.” Panic whispered. “Go and live your life. Both of you. Be everything you ever wanted.” The moment Attina walked through the door it slammed shut, the silence echoing around him and then the screams started but Panic still smiled.

This was for you Amelia.