#by bother i mean drag them into the lake to terrify them

[furiouskettle]

wow, i drew a merperson during may for once! 🧜‍♂️

[shesmymorphine]

run.

♰ slasher!abby anderson x fem!reader.

thought i’d leave a little something here in the meantime i get my ellie fic finished and i know the slasher trope is so overused but this is based off of a dream i had a few nights ago. a little rushed towards the end but u get it.

content includes: modern!au, descriptions of m*rder, blood, heavy petting, fingering n oral (both r!receiving), abby is mean and scary, lowkey a stalker, ergo a local outcast, but reader is also kind of a loser too. kinda unrealistic ONLY BC IT WAS BASED OFF OF A DREAM I HAD!

nsfw under the cut minors please do not interact.

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faster.

is the word you kept mentally repeating to yourself as you sprinted through the woods, barefoot, cold, and scared. you could hear her heavy footsteps hitting the ground behind you, getting closer. closer. closer.

the beginning was fairly simple. you were reluctantly dragged to a party with a group pf people you barely knew. it was an attempt to “get you to socialize”, they said. but all in all, you ended up sitting alone while the rest of them were laughing, drinking, and enjoying the fresh summer breeze at a cozy, isolated lake house. you should have known better, really. with all of the numerous homicide reports spiking within your county, it was almost inevitable that this would happen.

and it all happened so fast. you’d gone to the bathroom for what seemed like five minutes, before you heard the loud, banshee like screech of one of your friends echoing through the entire house. when you’d so stupidly exited out of the confines of the bathroom, your eyes flew wide open at the sight before you.

a grisly scene of all of your friends grotesquely killed, stab wounds and large gashes littering their bodies. blood was smeared on the walls, the furniture. almost everywhere you looked, you saw nothing but the deep crimson essence adorning the walls.

that’s when you saw her.

a tall, buff, terrifying woman, wearing what seemed to be a bloodied white muscle shirt, and equally bloodied jeans. her long, dirty blonde hair was sprawled along her back and broad shoulders, and she was clutching the shirt collar of a boy you didn’t even know the name of, pulling the axe out of his chest with a loud grunt. as soon as she heard you step down the stairs, she snapped her head back to look at you, axe securely clutched in one large, gloved hand while she dropped the boy to the ground.

you recognized her as abigail anderson. the girl who seemed to be outcasted and feared everywhere she went, almost always for no apparent or good reason. you’d seen her before, bearing that permanent scowl on her face and hanging around the library or in your shared classes, but you’d never once been put off by her. you remember talking to her one day while you were at the library searching for a certain book, and at first, abby was confused as to why someone as kind as you wasn’t afraid of someone like her; maybe, just maybe, you could understand her. see her for who she really was.

ever since then, she had her sights set out on you.

your heart began to beat a million miles per second, and you just… stood there. too paralyzed with fear to do anything as the warm tears prick your eyes.

abby cocks her head, giving you a conniving, almost evil grin as she recognizes you, which you take as her giving you a head start. it felt like forever before you sprinted down the stairs, and out of the backyard door, not even bothering to grab your shoes on the way out. you run towards the treeline, chest heaving as the adrenaline pumps and courses through your body. your feet begin to ache as you step on the jagged rocks and branches, but you knew that was the least of your worries.

abby soon charges after you, breathing hard and heavy as she keeps a steady pace behind you. your cries of terror only spur her on even more, which only makes her run all the more faster, her strong legs never faltering.

you’re quick to run in all kinds of different directions, hoping to god that you would eventually lose track of her. but it was never that way with abby. not at all. she was hot on your trail, careful to mimic each sharp turn you made through the dark forest.

the loud music blaring from the speakers could still be heard even as you ran deeper and deeper into the woods, almost like a taunt. you didn’t dare look behind you, but you’re not quite watching where you’re going, either. you’re much too distracted with how the sound of abby’s footsteps never seem to fall away, and your foot gets caught on a lifted tree root, which makes you collide with the hard forest floor beneath you.

shit. you think to yourself, the wind almost instantly being knocked out of you. it was hard to breathe, and you tried your hardest to get back up, to absolutely no avail. you look up at the sky above you, hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you let out a strained sob. your ears began to ring as you rolled over onto your back, clutching and clawing at your own chest.

abby’s eyes fly open, and she stops in her tracks right in front of you, still clutching the axe within her hand. oh, this was precious, she thought.

you could hear her heavy, muffled breathing, and a loud, terrified scream leaves your throat as you hurriedly back up against a nearby tree. abby chuckles at the sight, and she grabs your arm with a rather excruciating grip, hauling you up against the large tree.

“gotcha.” she spits as she brings her other hand to hold the blade of the axe to your torso, which makes you scream and thrash against her even more violently.

the rancid stench of death soon fills your nostrils as she leans in even closer to you, pressing her nose against your cheek, and she keeps her lips close to your ear. abby then presses the blade deeper into your skin; not hard enough to break the supple barrier, but hard enough to make your consciousness falter.

“shut the fuck up.” she seethes rather harshly, and you unwillingly oblige. you’re visibly trembling beneath her, shaking your head, pleading and begging for her to spare you. your eyes continuously dart between the blood stained blade pressed firmly against your skin and her face, your hands shaky as you try your hardest to push her away from you.

of course, it’s no use. her large frame completely dwarfs yours in shadows, and you let your head fall back against the tree as you keep on sobbing.

“please, don’t… don’t kill me, i won’t tell anyone, abby, i swear, just please don’t fucking kill me.” you beg, the words coming out shaky and weak, which makes abby laugh into your ear. her breath is warm and wet against your skin, and it sends a wave of electricity down your spine.

she then suddenly stops for a moment, still breathing hard against the skin of your neck. you knew her name. the precious girl she’d always been after knew her name. it was the biggest sense of humanity that had ever befallen her, and she soon finds herself questioning what she had been doing all these years.

soon enough, abby snaps out of her confused train of thought, and pulls away to look at you. her cerulean eyes pierce into your own as she mocks your words with an undeniable coldness in her voice. your legs ached and trembled, and they would’ve given out on you had it not been for the sheer adrenaline still pumping through your system.

she moves to grab your face with one of her gloved hands, and she gives you that same, horrifying smile again. her eyes were low and narrowed as she began to speak again, “stupid girl. you really should have known better.” she coos at you, before she pulls the axe away from your stomach, hauling it back above your head before jamming it deep into the bark of tree with a grunt, missing your head by just a hairs breadth. sap begins to bleed around the blade, and it drips down to fall on one of your shoulders, which forces you to face the reality of the situation once more.

you let out a horrified sob as she does this, body still trembling beneath her inhumanly strong grip; but the way that she was breathing, the way that she was grunting as she held you firmly against the tree, and the harsh rasp of her smooth voice… it sent a wave of arousal coursing through you. this woman had just butchered the people you were with, and could very easily lead you down that same path; but as soon as she saw your face flush red as you began to writhe against her, it was almost as if a switch had flipped in her brain.

abby scoffs and shakes her head, hurriedly pulling off one of her gloves with her teeth before spitting it off to the ground. with one large, free hand, she takes both of your wrists, pinning them above your head before she messily shoves the other one down your shorts. your hips begin to buck at her touch as she begins to harshly rub at your clit, and abby’s breath comes out shaky when she feels your pooled up slick coating her fingers. “really? you’re fucking getting off on this?” she asks, and you whine, shaking your head at her proffer. your body, though, has a much different reaction.

you keep on moaning for her, completely going against your best interests. her fingers were thick and long, and you really couldn’t help but chase that senseless feeling of alleviation. she then slowly but surely eases one of her fingers inside your achy hole, and you continue to try and break free from her strong grip, in order to grasp at her shoulders, her hair, anything.

“s’fucking tight. such a needy slut.” abby scolds you, and you bite down hard on your lower lip as she seemingly expertly curls her digit up against your sweet spot. you keep your head firmly planted against the tree behind you. you roll your hips against the palm of her hand, eyes rolling towards the back of your skull as you grind your swollen bead against the calloused part of her hand.

you look up to meet her gaze again, chest fluttering when you see her staring back. abby’s brows were furrowed, and pieces of her hair stuck to her face with sweat. you study the bridge of her freckled nose, and the way that her pretty pink lips curved downwards. your eyes fell to her large, blood stained muscular arms, and her long, murky blonde hair cascading down her strong, broad shoulders. you hurriedly take in each one of her features, and a huge wave of confusion washes over you.

how could anyone have ever been afraid of her?

abby begins to feel the unfamiliar pang of her own stomach beginning to flutter as you continued to gaze at her, and she furrows her brows even more. no one had ever looked at her like that before. “the fuck are you staring at?” she seethes, and she shoves another finger inside of you.

your eyes go wide and your cunt flutters at the sudden intrusion, which draws a loud cry from your lips. your face continues to burn with embarrassment, and abby continues to breathe heavily as she bangs her fingertips up against your g spot. she groans when she feels your warm, gummy walls tightening around her fingers.

“abby… abby, s’too much..” you hiccup, and abby scoffs again, tugging you forward by your wrists. but with each time her name falls from your lips, the feeling bottoms out at her own cunt. “oh, it’s too much? that’s too bad. stop fuckin’… squirming. you should learn to be more grateful.” her voice is hoarse and mean, so mean. but you try your hardest to stop squirming, arching your back off of the tree and standing on your tip toes as abby continues to fuck you.

your eyes fall shut as you feel her leaning into you again, her hair gently falling over your chest as she buries her face within the crook of your neck. she smells of dirt and sweat, and her skin was warm to the touch. abby soon drags her lips along the valley between your jaw and neck, which only heightens your senses. she notices this, taking it upon herself to gently nip at the exposed skin.

you begin to desperately rock your hips against her palm, the inevitable and uncontrollable feel of your orgasm beginning to pool up at the bottom of your stomach. abby clicks her teeth at this, dragging her ministrations to a stop. you whine and let yourself slump back against the tree, still moving your hips around in slow circles all while her fingers are still buried inside of you.

“please… abby, please. i…” you stop yourself before you can say anything else, making sure to keep direct eye contact with her. your chest heaves and you let out a soft whine, and abby’s lips twitch in response. you find your gaze darting from her stare to her lips, and you whine as you begin to rock your hips again. she slowly, almost unknowingly leans in until you’re nose to nose, and she curls her fingers up inside you one last time. a quiet whine leaves your throat, and it’s clear she’s lost in the moment, you both are, completely forgetting about any previous circumstances regarding anything else that’s happened tonight.

“i need you.” your voice is so small, but so clear. just when you’re about to press your lips to hers, she pulls away to look at you for a second, her expression curled up into a hateful, almost disgusted sneer, but once your words register in her brain, it falters a little bit.

no one had ever needed her before; how foolish little abby was.

abby slowly pulls her hand out from your shorts to rest on your hip, and her breath begins to hitch as she suddenly drops to her knees before you. your wrists are now free from her crushing grip, but you don’t dare to move, or run. you were in too deep, and so was abby. you both knew that at this point.

your stomach flutters as she looks up at you, her eyes low and narrowed. abby pulls off her other glove with her hand, before she can move to hastily pull your shorts off of your hips. you let her, moving to entwine a hand in her hair. abby carefully leans in a little closer to your clothed cunt, before she presses her nose into your clothed mound, shutting her eyes and inhaling your musky scent.

she gently nudges your clit with her nose, before she slowly darts her tongue out to lap at your clothed slit, hoisting one of your thighs up over one of her shoulders. you shut your eyes at the feeling, the back of your head hitting the hard bark of the tree for what seems like the millionth time tonight.

you groan, slowly beginning to roll your hips against her face, which makes her bring one large hand up to grope at the fat of your ass. abby lets her eyelids flutter shut as she continues to grunt and lap at your cunt, and she slowly pulls away from you to gently grab at the hem of your panties with her teeth. your eyes are hazy and your body feels weak when you feel her start to pull them down, and you let out a quiet gasp when the cool night air hits your now exposed sex.

abby stares in awe once she sees just how wet you are, pulling your glistening folds apart to watch your slick drip down the insides of your thighs. you look away in embarrassment as she does this, and abby can feel her own mouth beginning to water at the sight before her. she didn’t even know she could have an effect like this on someone.

“fuck… look at that.” she begins, running her fingers over your now budded clit, gently massaging your soft bundle of nerves. she chuckles when she feels your arousal beginning to coat her fingers again, and she moves to spread your legs just a little wider. your hands are instinctively moving to rake themselves through her hair, and you can feel her hot breath panning over your swollen folds, which makes you inch yourself just a little closer to her lips.

abby obliges, licking a long, unhurried stripe from your hole to your clit, which makes you buck your hips against her mouth. you grip her hair a little harder as she moves to gently suck on your clit, only spurring her on even more.

“oh… fuck, that’s so good, abby. so good.” you gasp out into the air, no one else listening but abby and the trees surrounding you. she grunts at your praise, letting that all too unfamiliar feeling of her stomach fluttering consume her whole. she continues to slowly lap at your swollen, achy cunt before slowly moving her hands up your thighs to grab a hold of your hips.

you cry out for her, and for her only. your soft oh my god’s and babbled words of appraisal as she continues to make a mess out of your poor pussy, they’re all for her. abby couldn’t count how many times she’d envisioned this while fucking herself late at night in her bed, and now that she’d finally had you, she’d be sure to never let you go.

you look down to see your chest heaving and abby’s pretty face nestled comfortably in your now soaked thatch of curls, and the sight makes your legs go even weaker. your heart races even faster in your chest as you clutch at her hair, moving one free hand to grope at the fat of your own tit to manage the feeling of her tongue prodding at your entrance.

abby notices how you’ve began to grind your pussy even harder against her tongue, and she slides a free hand down from your hip to find post on your inner thigh, inching dangerously close to your slicked entrance. you welcome her touch, still tugging and pulling at her blonde locks, shutting your eyes as she continues to flatten her tongue out against your clit.

abby loves the way you taste; too forgiving and saccharine against her chapped lips. she laps up all of your sweet juices, eating you out like a woman starved. your breath begins to hitch as she starts to suck harshly, all while swirling her warm, wet tongue along the underside of your pussy. abby pulls your hips even further into her face by grabbing at your ass, and she pushes her spit back up against your messy, pulsating cunt.

the feeling is so fucking vulgar, but it feels so fucking good. you’re sure to let her know it, letting out mixes of cries and moans combined together, babbling her name and clawing at her scalp. abby moans up into your cunt each time you harshly yank at her hair, the pain going straight down to her own, neglected pussy. that tight feeling in your abdomen grows stronger and stronger with each time abby sucks and licks, and abby loves how desperate you’re becoming. all because of her.

“shit… i’m gonna cum, abby… gonna cum…” you warn, voice breaking when you say her name. abby doesn’t respond, though. she only slightly picks up her pace, and if it weren’t for her strong grip holding your legs firmly in place, you’re certain your knees would have buckled and given out on you. all it takes is one lick and a single kiss to your clit for you to finally unravel into her mouth, and you violently grip at her hair once more. abby’s breath falls heavy, and she soon plunges her fingers inside of you to fuck you through your orgasm, and a loud, strained cry leaves your throat at the added overstimulation.

“s’fucking pretty.” abby mutters under her breath as you continue to become undone on her fingers, and when you look down to see her face, your own flushes a deep shade of red. her nose and lips are coated in your juices, and they glisten underneath the bright glow of the moon behind the trees. as vulgar as the sight below you is, she looks so beautiful. neither of you say anything, and all you can do is move to cup her face with one of your palms when she finally stands back up. abby flinches at first, but she reluctantly leans into your touch, her breath faltering as the soft skin of your palm comes into contact with her cheek.

the silence is absolutely deafening. her eyes continue to bore holes into your own as she opens her mouth to say something, anything, but she can only exhale. “abby…” you begin, but you’re conveniently interrupted by the loud blare of police sirens heading towards the lake house, and abby sinks her head down, pulling herself away from you completely. “shit…” she mutters as the red and blue lights flash over her face, and she grabs her axe from the tree, quickly scooping her gloves off of the forest floor.

you can feel that familiar sense of panic sinking into your chest once more, and she quickly helps tug your panties and shorts back on. your heart flips at the sudden kind gesture, and before abby can take off running into the darkness of the forest, she presses her lips to your ear again. “meet me at the library next saturday.” is all she says, before she quickly takes off into the darkness behind her, leaving you alone against the tree. her footsteps begin to fade away, and instead of a horrid sense of panic, you’re filled with a newfound sense of… relief? you slump back against the tree, knitting your brows as you hear the policemen getting closer to you, the glare from their flashlights nearly blinding you.

abby knew that this wasn’t the last she’d be hearing from you. it was far from it. she could still taste you on her tongue as she ran back to her cabin, the image of your flushed face never leaving her mind.

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10: The Real Fight

The Great Assembly, gender neutral reader x monster (male naga). Sfw. Tw violence/mutilation. Previous Next

Lunchtime at the company is always a hectic experience. 12.30, the clock says, and, as if on cue, Irwin's head pops up at the side of your cubicle.

"You need to eat," he says. "Let's go!"

Though, some days Irwin doesn't want the cafeteria food, and drags you by the wrist outside to get something from a street vendor. Today was one of those days.

"You know Barney will skin us alive if we don't make it back on time, right?" you ask him.

Irwin struts next to you seemingly without a care in the world, the bag containing your lunch - two sandwiches - swinging idly by his side. He interlocks his free arm with yours playfully.

"You can go ahead and turn of your worry wartedness for a moment,” he chuckles. “We'll be back before boss man even notices we're gone."

"That's what you said the last time."

"And this time I'm right!"

Irwin pulls you down to the park in the middle of the city. The trees gently sway in the late summer breeze, and the big lake in the middle of the park sparkles in the sun. You sit on the grass close to it, staring out over the water, eating in companionable silence for a bit.

"So, how are things?" Irwin asks. "You grown accustomed to office life yet? Finished the whole apartment project?"

You nod and swallow your mouthful. "Yep. Can't believe it's already been almost half a year."

"I'm glad you stuck around! It was so boring before you got here. Literally none of our coworkers would do things like this with me," Irwin gestures vaguely around and pouts. "Everyone else thinks I'm annoying."

"I mean, it's not like you're giving me much choice," you grin.

"Not the point!" he waves it off, leans in and boops your nose. "And I know you actually like things like this, don't deny it!"

It is true. Irwin has an almost uncanny ability to figure out things you might find fun or pleasant and provide them. Maybe it's his way of showing he cares. In return, you manage to help him keep structured a little bit more, and keep him company.

Mons and hums walk through the park, and the pleasant sounds of idle chatter fills the air, though not enough to feel crowded. It's a pleasant summer's day, and people aim to utilize it.

Irwin wraps up the paper of his finished sandwich. He plops backwards, and sprawls out on the grass like a starfish, tilting his face up against the sun.

"This is the best," he sighs contentedly.

You watch him fondly for a moment. Over this past half year Irwin has quickly inserted himself as a stability in your life - someone you can rely on. Since you landed the job at the company, packed up and moved away from the past, you've truly needed that sort of presence. Leaving behind everything you know is not for the faint hearted, and new beginnings are as terrifying as they are exciting.

"Well? Get down here!" Irwin grunts impatiently, reaching for you with his eyes closed.

You chuckle at his neediness and lie down against his side, resting your head on his chest. He wraps an arm around you, and you relax into him.

"You alright?" he asks after a beat. You know what he's referring to.

"Yeah," you say.

He squeezes you reassuringly, and you enjoy listening to his heart beating for a bit.

Suddenly Irwin’s phone starts ringing, upbeat tune rudely disturbing the peace. Irwin huffs in annoyance.

"I'm on break!" he whines, but pulls it out with his free hand. He sighs. "Dad, I'll call you later," he mumbles, swiping to dismiss the call.

"Is that a new sticker?" you ask, noticing indeed his sticker-covered case has a new contender - this time, a small frog.

"Yep! He's my buddy," Irwin says, and buts his chin against the top of your head. "Just like you."

You snort at the cheesy remark. "Adorable."

"Anything for the Nr. 1 office friend!"

You settle again, but it's not long until his phone goes off yet another time and Irwin groans, exasperated. He doesn't bother swiping the call off, and the cheery ring-tone filters through he air. You laugh, as you've done so many other times with him.

Irwin has single-handedly made sure your transition into this new beginning was just a little less scary and a lot less lonely. And you'll forever be grateful to him for that.

Mira has stiffened at the sound of Irwin’s phone ringing, and very, very slowly turns her head to you. Her eyes gleam in the dark.

The dull voice in your phone politely telling you you're on voicemail echoes through your mind as you take a step back.

“Now, now – let’s calm down,” Mira says, slowly standing up.

“Why- why do you have Irwin’s phone?” you demand, pointing your flashlight at her like it’s a weapon.

Mira smiles gently with her palms outstretched, as if trying to pacify you.

“I found it! I didn’t want to worry you more, so I didn’t mention it.. I’m sorry,” she says, gingerly stepping closer.

You grit your teeth.

What department is she from?

It bugs me I don’t remember seeing her name on the list.

The cleaning staff isn’t attending this conference.

Could it be possible you forgot her name?

“Stay the hell away from me,” you try to sound firm and curse internally when your voice quivers.

Your hands are shaking.

Mira sighs, and her demeanor changes. Her usually soft and open body language shifts like she’s taking off an emotional coat, and she becomes stoic. She regards you like an impatient parent would a toddler throwing a tantrum.

“Easy now. Irwin’s fine, and you’ll be too,” she says sugary sweet, and steps closer. “Just come here, we can sort this out.”

“Get back!” you yell, swinging the flashlight in her direction.

She looks at you, unimpressed. “We both know you’re at a significant disadvantage here, tiny,” she grins wolfishly, and you shiver. “It’s dark, you’re alone, and all you’ve got is a flashlight. If you just come quietly with me, everything will be just fine. We’ll take great care of you.”

You take a step back, keeping her at a distance. “’We’? Who’s we?”

“We,” she smiles, “are missing someone who’s just like you. And we,” she steps a bit closer, “will be happy to take you in with open arms.”

“You’re a trafficker,” you realize out loud, barely a whisper.

Mira shakes her head, calmly thwarting your attempts at keeping the distance by following after you.

“Aw, that’s such a harsh word. I just bring families together, and I know a very nice family that wants a hum just like you. You should count yourself lucky. Not everyone gets a chance like this!”

“What did you do with Irwin?!”

“Nothing! Nothing, he’s perfectly safe. I’ll take you to him, just please calm down-”

She tries to close the distance between you, and you take several steps back, swinging the flashlight in her direction again.

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” you yell. “Stay the fuck away from me!”

Mira sighs. “I was hoping we could settle this quietly, but alas.”

She doesn't even give you a millisecond before she dives for you, and you spin on your heels and start sprinting.

You dash through the woods, no concern for your direction, as you hear the pounding steps of Mira giving chase.

“You can’t run forever!” she laughs. “I’ll get you eventually anyway, so why not just stop now and spare the time?”

Adrenaline is pumping through your blood, urging you on as you don’t feel how tired you are, and the forest wooshes past you in a blur. Your lungs are burning as you run, and when you suddenly feel a hot breath on the back of your neck you yelp, and feel your feet being swept from underneath you. You crash to the floor, skittering to a halt, groaning in pain as you accidentally put weight on your injured arm.

Mira pants heavily, and crouches in front of you on the ground.

“Phew, gotta hand it to ya. You’re quick!” she watches with a smile as you stumble to your feet and take a few steps back.

She stands up.

“Now, I’ve got all night for a game of tag. You, however, look like you’re getting tired,” her face contorts in concern, but you can see through it now. Her face holds a certain viciousness that she doesn't bother to hide anymore.

You glance around in a panic, looking for something, anything, to help you.

“So, what’s it gonna be? You wanna go for round two, or do you wanna come along?” Mira asks patiently, just watching you. “You know I am more than capable keeping you safe. Nothing bad will happen, I promise!”

You turn your flashlight from side to side, until your eyes catch something very briefly shining golden in the dark.

You try not to let your eyes widen to tip Mira off, as you flash the light back. You find the golden reflection again, and you could almost cry. You’d recognize that annoyingly pretty color anywhere. You’ve spent the past couple of days being scowled at by it.

Amren is currently hiding in the brushes a ways behind Mira, tense and his face contorted in that vicious rage you saw him display earlier. He soundlessly, slowly, lifts his hand and waves to you to him in a beckoning motion, glaring holes into Mira’s back.

“Well?” Mira says again.

“Fuck you,” you spit, and fake left. When she lunges to grab you, you spin right, narrowly dodging out of her grip, but not before she manages to get a claw raking over you cheek as you rush past her.

You ignore the pain and storm toward Amren, dashing past him with Mira close behind.

You hear Mira let out a startled yip followed by a ferocious hiss as Amren’s ambush worked, and he forcefully barrels into her with a smack that sends her flying through the dark. There's a dull thud as Mira lands a ways away, and she scrambles back to her feet.

Amren rushes to your side, coiling the edge of his tail around your legs and rising himself up in a terrifying threat posture that would send the devil running. He almost knocks you off balance in the hurry, and you have to steady yourself with your palms against his lower back.

Mira stops and stares at him. There’s a brief flash of reluctance in her face, but she quickly resolves it in a determined growl.

“My my, so now you decide to show up,” she mocks, shaking her head in disapproval. “And where were you when your little hum friend here almost got eaten just before, hmm? Honestly, you just don’t give a rat’s ass about anyone, do you?”

Amren's tail slightly tightens around your legs.

Mira bares her teeth, testing her weight side to side. It’s like she trying to figure out what side to go to better get at you.

Amren matches her movements as she does, blocking her path to you, just ferociously hissing at her. No words. Poised high and ready to strike in an instant, you can’t see his face from where you’re standing, but the way Mira’s hackles are raised tells you more than enough.

Mira regards him for an odd second. "So that's how it is," she mumbles. Her gaze lands on you, and she smiles warmly. “This’ll only be a second, promise. Stay right there.”

Mira plops down on her haunches and then, like a loaded springtrap, launches herself at Amren with her fangs bared and claws at the ready.

Amren quickly pushes you out of the way with his tail, and lunges forward as well, colliding with her.

Mira’s jaw locks around Amren’s arm and he grunts, rising on his tail, lifting her in the air, before leaning forward and barreling toward the ground to crush her. Mira lets go last second, and rolls out of the way as Amren’s fists collides where her head was just a millisecond earlier. The ground shakes with the force of the impact.

Amren snarls, and slithers to one side as Mira lunges again, raking her claws over his tail. He swipes the floor with it, using the powerful swing to send Mira flying once again. She crashes into a tree and gasps, momentarily laying still on the ground. Amren doesn’t let up and goes for her once again, arms outstretched and jaws open wide.

You spot Mira’s eyes snap open as he does so, and her muscles tense in anticipation.

“Wait-!” you call, but too late.

Mira deftly rolls out of the way and Amren only barely manages to turn before stumbling into the tree. Mira uses his stagger to get behind him, and hops onto his back, locking her arm around his throat and her legs around his torso.

Amren gags loudly as Mira starts strangling him.

He rakes his claws over her arms, gaping for breath, tossing and turning in an effort to pry her off. He crashes his back against the tree to squash Mira like a bug, and though she grunts in pain, she stubbornly keeps her hold on his throat.

“Die, you meddling prick,” she seethes, tightening her grip.

Amren curls around himself as he’s strangled, an awful gagging sound filling the air. He tries to get his tail around Mira, but she uses her heels to deliver a powerful blow to his stomach, and he keels over in pain.

You’ve been watching from the sides, frozen in place, and a terrifying thought dawns on you on this crude display of power.

Amren is losing.

If you don’t do something, he will.

Gripping the flashlight, you sprint toward the pair struggling on the ground.

Mira doesn't see you coming, as she’s currently busy with strangling Amren, and you first manage to knock her over the head with your flashlight. As she grunts and turns to look back, you snake the light around her throat and, ignoring the searing pain in your injured arm, put your arms on both sides of it and pull.

Now Mira starts gagging as you pull her backwards, pretty much copying exactly what she was doing to Amren, forcing her to loosen her grip in an effort to shake you off.

“BREATHE!” you roar at Amren, wrapping your legs around Mira’s middle as she pries loose of him to get rid of you.

He coughs and spits, heaving in big gulps of air.

Mira snarls and, using Amren’s back for footing, kicks off of him, sending you flying backwards and landing hard on your back with Mira’s full weight on top of you.

She knocks the wind out of you, and your grip around her loosens.

She quickly breaks free of your arms and turns on her knees and palms, pinning you to the ground.

“Bad hum,” she snarls in your face, and you watch in shock as her jaws open, presumably to bite it off.

A pair of clawed hands grabs both her ears and roughly forces her head down into the ground next to you before she does so, giving you time to roll away from underneath her.

Apparently your little stunt gave Amren the opening he needed.

Mira whines in pain, but the sound is cut short as Amren, with well-practiced and deadly precision, so fast his body becomes a blur of movement, starts coiling his tail around her body, locking her in place.

Mira’s eyes widen in terror as she realizes what’s happening, and she desperately start struggling against him, whining and snarling. It's futile, however, as Amren lets out a ferocious hiss and rests his palms on the ground to keep balanced while his lower body works to firmly trap her.

Mira’s eyes locks on you, and she pathetically whines, begging for your help.

Then Amren starts constricting her.

You watch, stunned, as Mira’s face contracts in pain, her mouth agape desperate for air, her arms and legs locked in awkward positions sticking out between Amren’s coils.

You stifle a cry in surprise when you suddenly hear a loud crack, and Mira’s eyes widen and tears sting her eyes from the pain, but she doesn’t scream – she can’t make a sound.

Crack.

Soon enough her eyes start to bulge and drool falls from her maw as Amren is slowly crushing her, bone for bone, his eyes hard and darkened, his face contorted in that terrifying raging grimace with all of his teeth bared.

Mira tries to pierce her claws trough the tough skin of Amren’s tail in a last desperate attempt to pry him off, and he responds with another gnarly hiss, oblivious to the pain, and you hear another crack.

You watch as Mira’s life is slowly crushed out of her body, and the sight is too much. You can’t bear it.

“Stop,” you whisper, staring into Mira’s bulging eyes.

Amren doesn’t hear you. His face portrays nothing but malice.

Crack.

“Stop,” you say a bit louder, and when he doesn’t listen you grab his face to get his attention.

Crack.

“Stop! AMREN, STOP!”

You scream it into his face and his head snaps up at your voice. His eyes somewhat soften as he looks at you puzzled. He looks down at Mira, like he’s not sure what he was doing, but then stares back up at you.

He takes in your terrified expression, tears falling yet again, your face bloodied and your shaking hands on his cheeks.

“Stop,” you whimper again.

Something changes in Amren’s face as suddenly he looks scared, and he immediately loosens his grip. Mira starts coughing and heaving for air, and lets out a hoarse pitiful whine.

Amren takes in a shuddering breath. “Tiny, I-hrk!”

He’s cut off and grunts in pain when Mira’s teeth are suddenly buried in one of his coils, and before he can regain his grip, she has wriggled out of it.

Mira, panicked, kicks off and away from Amren, landing clumsily on her back. She quickly rolls over on all four, and scrambles toward the brush with her tail between her legs. She clutches her middle protectively and vanishes in between the trees. In a matter of seconds, she's gone.

You breathe hard, staring after her.

You then look to Amren, who’s still just staring at you.

“I- I didn’t-” he trails off, lacking the words. His voice is hoarse after Mira’s onslaught on his throat. “I didn’t mean to-”

You open and close your mouth. “Mira’s a trafficker,” you whisper.

Amren stares at you and nods.

“She tried to kidnap me and kill you.”

He nods again. He scans your face and slowly raises his hand, reaching for it. His eyes widen as you recoil per reflex, and he quickly pulls back.

“I – I don’t – this isn’t me,” he stutters, searching your expression, looking for any reprieve, any understanding.

You stare at him, not knowing who this person is. He had looked like he was ready to really crush her, a single bone at a time, slowly and painfully, prolonging her demise almost sadistically.

You feel like you’ve seen something, something dark, buried and hidden. Amren’s terrifying ability, the nature of what he is, brandished in front of you, and now he’s desperately searching for any indication that you will push him away, run from what he can do.

“I- I know,” you say, eventually.

“I’m not- she tried to kill me -”

“I know.”

“She tried to kidnap you – I just -”

“I know,” you repeat.

He shudders, and lets out a shaky breath.

The forest is eerily quiet as you both sit and take in what just happened. Amren stares into the ground for a good while, breathing to calm himself down, and you sit next to him, your hand on his arm. His presence is grounding. Eventually, you feel his hand, cold as ice, covering yours.

“Is.. is she gone-?” you whisper, staring blindly out in the dark.

Amren glances at you, then flicks his tongue, swiveling his head around.

“Yes,” he rasps at length. “She’s gone.”

“You’re bleeding,” you note.

“Yes,” he says. “So are you.”

“We should get back to our backpacks – bandages-”

You get up, holding on to Amren’s arm, and as he notices you don’t let go he settles for slithering forward a bit lower on his tail than usually. He stops momentarily, however, and looks back.

“What’s that?” he says, lifting the tip of his tail.

You turn your flashlight over, and notice Irwin’s phone is lying in the dirt. Mira must have dropped it when she ran off.

You gingerly pick it up, staring at the obnoxious sticker covered case, a cute frog in the corner a little peeled off. A ping of grief travels through you.

You venture back in silence, once again relying on Amren’s sense of smell to get you back. You’re about ready to collapse when you spot your tent, undisturbed, in the dark.

You get to work on patching each other up, Amren hisses weakly when you rub the disinfectant over his wounds. It takes a while folding bandages along his long tail, but he does his best to uncoil it to give you easier access. Pain-wise, you don’t fare better when he holds your chin with one hand and uses the other to gently dab at the wound on your cheek.

“Quit fuzzing,” he mutters as you squirm.

“Like you were any better,” you retort.

Silence hangs for a while, then Amren opens and closes his mouth to say something. You patiently wait for him to find his words.

“Tiny-” Amren stops himself and huffs through his nose, and then actually says your name instead. It sounds foreign, coming from him. “I’m sorry.”

The words have certain weight to them, and you get the sense he's not only referring to what just transpired. He busies himself with cutting a small piece off a bandage and carefully securing it to your cheek.

“Let’s – let’s have a proper talk about what we do after some sleep,” he offers.

You nod. “I’m sorry, too.”

Finishing patching each other up, you return to your tent and bundle up, curling into a fetal position. It’s been one of the most terrifying nights of your life, and you can’t stop seeing the horrific image of Mira’s open jaws coming for your face, how she was contorted, slowly being crushed alive, the sound of Amren’s hissing, the metallic stench of blood and red eyes glowing in the dark-

You shiver, heart pounding as your brain keeps recalling the events, and wince as you arm aches.

You turn on the side, and close your eyes hoping for sleep to come silence your spiraling mind. You were almost kidnapped. This is the type of thing that only happens on the news – the type of thing you hear about, think 'that's terrible' and then go on about your business. But it happened. And here you are, lying in a tent not too far away from where you were attacked.

The tent seems cramped all of a sudden, with the wind howling through the thick plastic. You thank the stars for your trusty sleeping bag, given the very cold air you feel on your face, and how the fluff somewhat keeps you grounded.

If it hadn't been for Amren..

You sigh through your nose, recalling the horrid conversation before you stormed off. He had been right to try and stop you, though you still feel a small pit of justified rage in your stomach. Suggesting your friend is dead meat anyway so he doesn’t matter didn’t sit right with you at all, and neither did the way he grabbed you.

Though tonight's events and his solemn apology has calmed it quite a bit.

Is what you've seen tonight the reason he's acting the way he is? Consistently pushing everyone away with a venomous attitude doesn't really speak of blossoming friendship. But the way he looked at you, searching for some sort of forgiveness – it had looked so strange, and just adds to your confusion.

You hear him moving around in his own tent again, though tonight you notice his breathing comes haggard and fast, like he's just been exercising. Well, he did just fight of a madwoman coyote and sustained significant damage in the process. You feel over the bandage hiding the gnarly bite marks on your arm and wince. If you're in pain from only this, you can't imagine what Amren's feeling.

"Are you alright?" you call out.

A few seconds pass, and you suspect he's going to ignore you. Then his still strained voice cuts through the darkness.

"Yes," there's a pause where he just breathes hard, deftly proving he's lying, before he follows up with "are you?"

"Concerned for me? Now I know for a fact you aren't alright,” you jest half-heartedly. It’s reassuring to do something familiar.

There's an actual snort coming from him, though whether from humor or indignation you aren't sure. Maybe it's both. "Go to sleep, Tiny."

The anxiety hangs heavy in your chest, and you’re not sure you could follow that request no matter how much you want to. And his obvious haggard breathing is more than cause for concern. He will not in a million years tell you what's bothering him, besides the pain of course, on his own volition. So you sit up, unzip your sleeping bag and scoot to the front of your tent, almost thankful for the excuse to not be alone with your thoughts.

"What are you doing?" Amren asks.

"You won't tell me what's wrong so I'll just have to see for myself," you grumble, fumbling with the zipper to the opening of your tent.

"Just stay in your tent and go to sleep, we both need to rest," Amren protests.

"No can't do buckeroo. If you die I'll get fired for sure," you half-joke, and suppress a shiver as you head into the cold night air, and pull the sleeping bag a bit closer.

He groans exasperated. "I'm not going to die, so just-"

You open the zipper to his tent, and stare inside. He's completely coiled in on himself in the far corner. Even in the dark, you can see his entire body is trembling. The bandages on his tail have bled a bit through, though not exactly enough to cause concern.

"You look like shit," you say.

“Likewise, Tiny,” he retorts, eyeing the covered wounds on your arm and face. "Now you've seen the big bad snake in a sorry state, you happy? Go back to sleep."

He shakes his head and turns his face away from you, going deeper into his coiled tail. He's still shivering, and it dawns on you it's not just because of the cuts or loss of blood as you previously suspected.

"You're cold," you realize out loud. All this time - "Of course you are, you're cold blooded, aren't you? And you didn't bring a sleeping bag?!"

He huffs. "Never needed one. It'll take a lot more than a little chill to kill me," he speaks somewhat with the annoying self-assurance you're used to, but his voice comes out sort of sluggish. You faintly remember a crash course on grade school biology that reptiles become lethargic when they get too cold. You guess recovering from a vicious fight doesn't help matters.

"So the mornings I found you spread out in the sun, the weird moving around at night - Amren why the hell didn't you say something? I'm warm blooded, I can regulate my temperature just fine! You could have had my sleeping bag!" you scold him, scooting a bit closer.

"And what would you do, then? Would you please just look after yourself for a change?" he promptly shifts around so his back is turned to you. "Get out and go back to sleep.”

You frown at how his defensively adverse attitude has returned full force, and wonder briefly if this is a habit brought on by something else. You stare at his shivering back. His bitterness tries to hide it, but his body betrays him – you actually get the sense he might get seriously sick or worse if he keeps this up, especially when injured.

"Get bent, grumpy," you say, and close the zipper behind you.

He huffs in response, apparently thinking he's convinced you to leave, but he promptly turns to face you when you start scooting closer inside the tent.

He opens his mouth to tell you off, but before he says anything you spread open your arms, using the sleeping bag as pseudo wings, before carefully plopping down on top of his upper body, effectively covering him.

He lets out an undignified snarl in protest. "Tiny, what the hell are you-" he cuts himself off, and you feel his whole body go rigid. “Oh.”

“Better?” you grumble, settling the sleeping bag over both of you, leaning on his torso and your legs dangling over his coiled tail.

"Oh," he says again, and you feel his arms slowly snake up over your back, sending chills down your spine.

His icy hands hits some exposed skin under your shirt and you gasp.

“Nature's balls, you’re fucking freezing,” you complain, squirming as his arms follow and he pulls you into the coldest hug you’ve ever had in your life.

“You’re so warm – how the – how are you this warm?” Amren demands, as if he’s personally offended it’s a secret you’ve deliberately kept from him.

You feel his grip becoming somewhat tighter, and you think for a second that maybe you should have kept it that way.

You yelp when suddenly he forcefully pulls you close, wrapping his body around you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, you laying flush against his torso, and him shifting around to get as much of his tail benefiting from your body heat as possible. Within seconds, he’s got you in a vice grip, shivering and seeking out your warmth like a moth to a flame.

You faintly remember from tonight’s events what he’s capable of when coiled around something, and feel you may have made a mistake.

“Ho-kay, that, that’s a little tight-” you grunt, straining uncomfortably against him.

He mumbles unintelligibly against your neck, and you feel his hand run up your back and settle at the back of your head. He shifts one again, loosening his grip ever so slightly, and you breathe a bit easier.

“Squirm around and get comfortable,” he grumbles.

You shift slightly against him, getting yourself into a less awkward position. He moves with you, and once you go still, you feel his body relaxing, and a more comforting weight settles all around you. Amren breathes deeply, and you feel his shivering slightly halting. Guess he’ll live.

Should you say something? Just an hour ago you couldn’t wait to get as far away from him as possible, yet here you are, closer than you thought was even possible with him.

"Is this alright.?" you ask after a beat.

"Hush," he says.

Tonight's event’s still haunt you, but something about this closeness soothes your racing thoughts. Laying here, with the reassuring sound of Amren’s now steady breathing and his body against yours, the gentle pressure of his coils all around you is, despite everything, making your body relax. You’re guarded from all sides and no vicious snapping jaws can reach you here.

You’re lulled into a deep sleep in Amren’s arms, and you have never felt this safe in your life.

[emerald9d]

Okay, I’m gonna be smart and write this in a google doc first, this time. This is probably going to be some incoherent rambling. Also I don't know what the etiquette is on responding to comments in a long form, so I just made a new post entirely.

I find Kris and Susie to be, like, the simplest relationship. Or, maybe, deceptively simple. Like, when you get down to it, they’re just a pair of irreverent chaos goblins, and they gel super well in a way that so obviously works. Short fics that just have them bumming around Hometown and getting up to shenanigans - with maybe a bit of an emotional beat thrown in - tend to be a joy to read. Funny teens go brrr.

But as far as deeper connections go… not to immediately drag Ralsei into this, but I just find it hilariously ironic that Ralsei was practically custom-made to fill in for Asriel, and yet Susie is the one who slid into that position. Muddying this matter is the fact that we don’t really know exactly for certain what Asriel is like, or how Kris feels about him. All commentary from other characters indicates they were thick as thieves, but there’s also a vague air of weirdness around it. (There’s a vague air of weirdness around everything in this game) If Ralsei was intentionally designed or created (in-universe) to fill in for Asriel, I think whoever was responsible may have missed the mark without realizing it.

But I digress. The point is that, for better or worse, Susie seems to have wound up as a suitable replacement for Asriel. Or, more generally, a suitable replacement for the woods-exploring friend group from the good old days. And, y’know, hey, that’s fine. Not necessarily a bad thing.

What’s Kris to Susie, besides just being one of the people she likes? Cuz if the teas are anything to go by, she kinda… likes everybody? A lot? They’re just… y’know, flavored differently.

That said, I feel like Kris is probably the person she can hang out with the most easily. Between their guarded and taciturn nature, and her tendency to crumble or harden at affection or vulnerability, they’re the best at, like, just coasting with each other. I can absolutely imagine that these two would sit at the edge of the lake, staring out over the water, saying nothing for like 20 minutes, and feel that it was meaningful. Because they both know that neither of them are gonna say anything uncomfortable.

And there’s some uncomfortable shit they could say to each other, that’s for sure. Kris seems pretty observant, and I think Susie tends to downplay her own emotional intelligence. If Kris hasn’t spent time having concerned thoughts about Susie’s domestic situation, I will eat my boots. Also, in Kris’ moment of greatest vulnerability we’ve seen thus far, after fighting Spamton, it’s pretty clear they’re looking to get at least a little closer to her.

Speaking of Spamton, that whole side quest, upon further review, really smacks of Kris taking awful and terrifying burdens upon themself and hiding them from others close to them. I’d say it might even hint at the sort of things that may have made Kris so withdrawn to start with. But at any rate, there’s shit they’re just not going to be inclined to say to Susie, probably just because they’re afraid it’ll bother her, or even scare or hurt her.

Susie I think actually bears a lot of similarity to Kris in a lot of ways, with one key difference: while Kris is willing to go in for a hug and stuff, Susie is just outright scared of such displays. But, otherwise, she’s similar, in that she’s also withdrawn in the beginning. Maybe at face value she had to learn to be “less mean” in chapter 1. But, really, that’s just learning to be less afraid, but with more bullshit layered on. Their character arcs were, really, identical. And I’m kinda worried what it’ll look like when something inevitably causes her to backslide, similar to the effect Spamton had on Kris.

As for Susie’s more observant side… she seems perfectly capable of picking up on the feelings of others. I don’t really know how else to explain her doing stuff like asking Kris who they’d take to the fair. Though, picking “You” as your choice makes it seem like she’s specifically blind to any grander affections from Kris. Or, maybe just doesn’t want to acknowledge it. It’s a soap bubble that could pop way too easily. The relationship must remain at a status quo.

As for the Hometown part of the question. I feel like what Kris means to Hometown is pretty self-evident just from how everyone talks about them. Weird, but accepted. Well-liked, even. A lot of the townsfolk talk to them like an old pal. Does Kris like them back? Probably, kinda? I mean, if I’m right about the way they handle the burden of responsibility, then it stands to reason that they give a shit about the well being of others. I’m sure they’re fond of the townsfolk, though I’m not sure how willing they are to admit it all the time.

Though Kris’ status as the weird kid in town I think has the downside of people not noticing their struggles, or not knowing what to do about them even if they do. Like, ffs, when Kris is in the bathroom and Toriel was like “Kris does this sometimes,” it’s like… girl what? This is just a thing? And you know that? And that is your reaction? Like let’s not beat around the bush here, that just feels like a parent hoping their kid’s tendency towards self-harm is just going to go away on its own. Even if that’s not what’s literally happening, it’s absolutely the vibe, and I’m pretty sure it’s intentional.

And, again, if I’m right about Kris, then they probably wouldn’t have it any other way. Ough

Susie is harder to figure out, since we literally don’t know her physical place in town. Her history of alleged bullying is… odd. From MK’s account, she seems more awkward than hostile. Until, that is, Kris was involved. They seem like the only person we know she intentionally did anything bad to, like she had it out for them specifically. Her bringing Toriel up kinda makes it sound like jealousy. Considering how dodgy she was about calling her parents… this town really likes to overlook some shit, doesn’t it? Granted, people outside of school barely even seem to know who Susie is.

Something about her I find interesting, is in the interaction down at the bunker doors at the end of Chapter 2. She might be nicer to Kris now, yeah, but she has no qualms keeping her violent reputation alive. Granted, the other kids were talking shit about Kris, but… I dunno, I kinda worry the “be nicer” lesson she learned might apply more selectively than it should. Between that and whatever other drama she almost certainly has coming down the pipeline, I kinda expect her next bout of emotional drama will take place specifically in Hometown, rather than in the dark world.

Anyway, I can’t wait for the devastatingly emotional hug these two will probably share at some point.

(also, if anyone reading this at any point thought something about "well what about Kris and the player/soul," please check out my previous big writeup)

[seijorhi]

Inexorable ♕

My birthday present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy​ and my contribution to her birthday bash collab you can find here. I love you, you’re incredible and I hope you like this i even wrote smut for you smh

Iwaizumi Hajime x female reader

tw: dub-con, stalking, unhealthy relationships, very questionable decision making, smut, nsfw, um... implied murder?

He’s sitting on the steps outside your apartment when you get home from work, a lit cigarette dangling between long fingers. He brings it to his lips, the bright cherry red tip glowing as he takes a nice, slow drag and you scurry on past.

Not a word passes between the two of you, but olive eyes follow you up the stairs regardless, just like always. His name is Iwaizumi – Iwa – but you only know that because you’ve heard his friends yelling it down the hallway. In the three months since you’ve moved in, you haven’t so much as introduced yourself to the guy, but like most strangers crammed into the same shitty place there’s some kind of a routine between the two of you.

Why he religiously chooses this time of night to take his smoke break is beyond you, but like clockwork you’ll arrive home, having walked back from the bus stop and Iwaizumi’ll be there waiting for you, cigarette in hand.

Well, not waiting, just… there. Black leather jacket with a hoodie underneath, there’s a cut above his eyebrow tonight that he hasn’t bothered to clean, a purpling bruise colouring his jaw. Whatever dealings Iwaizumi’s tangled up in, you don’t like to think about too much, but you know it can’t be anything good. His friends dress like him, all have the same ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe. You’ve seen their scrapes and bruises too – the weapons that stick out from the waistband of their pants – though you’re always quick to avert your eyes when they catch you staring.

You’ve heard them snickering about it when you hastily dart past, all but slamming your front door shut. 

And it’s not that you’re scared of him. There are people who play at being dangerous, and ones who are. Iwaizumi doesn’t strike you as somebody who enjoys playing, and while you don’t doubt for a second that he is dangerous, he isn’t to you. He wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt or scare you – you’re not even a blip on his radar – but what Iwaizumi is, at least as far as you’re concerned, the reason your step quickens and you can’t bear to meet his eyes, is intimidating.

Tall and broad shouldered, with those piercing green eyes. You’ve only seen him smile once, though it was more a quirking of his lips than anything else – usually he just stares, his expression halfway between impassive boredom and a scowl. 

No, Iwaizumi doesn’t scare you nearly as much as the bouquet of flowers you find sitting on your doorstep, a handwritten note tucked in between the roses.

—

The calls come next. You block one number and he rings from another, followed by endless texts. Cute little messages you suppose are meant to brighten up your day. 

Hi baby, love the skirt you’re wearing today. You know blue’s my favourite on you, always look so damn pretty. It’s like you’re trying to drive me crazy haha

Morning babe, I was thinking about you last night. You remember that trip we always said we were gonna take in the summer down to the lake? I can’t wait to bring you there.

Why won’t you answer my calls? I just wanna talk to you, hear your voice again. Let me make things right. I love you.

Don’t you miss me? I miss you. So, so much… You look beautiful today, by the way.

Baby, I love you, but you really shouldn’t be staying out so late with your coworkers for drinks. I just want you to be safe.

They’re not all soft and sweet though. Sometimes he just sends you pictures, and those creep you out most of all.

You change your number, and it doesn’t make a difference.

—

It’s hard for you to try and convince yourself that you’re imagining the prickling sensation on the back of your neck as you go about your day. You know he’s watching you – the messages and the voicemails just drive that home, but what else are you supposed to do?

You can’t just pack up and run again, and what good is a restraining order when you have no proof he’s violating it – and by the time you do, it probably won’t help you.

Kazuma’s always had patience, but only up to a point.

The final nail comes the day you arrive home to find one of Iwa’s friends heading out from his apartment – the tallest, with the curly dark hair. Barely spares you a glance until he seems to think better of it.

“Didn’t realise you had a boyfriend, sweetheart.”

He says it so casually, but the words make you falter, a sinking feeling in your stomach. “What do you mean?”

And for a moment, he looks half surprised that you’ve bothered to reply – so far you’ve done nothing but pretend to ignore him and Iwa and every last one of their friends. But the mirth slips from his expression quickly enough once he gets a good look at yours, “Blonde guy with a shitty dye job, tall-ish. Saw him leaving your apartment an hour ago.” 

But to walk out of your apartment, he had to have first gotten into it.

“Guessing he wasn’t your boyfriend then,” he says, eyeing you with an odd look. But you don’t respond and after a short pause, he simply shrugs and continues on his way. 

You couldn’t care less.

Kazuma was in your apartment.

Leaving flowers at your doorstep is one thing, but now he has a key. 

And it feels like there’s somebody else moving your body as you stumble towards your apartment, your hand shaking so badly that you fumble and drop your own keys twice before you finally manage to slide them home and push your way inside.

It’s waiting for you inside your bedroom, sitting atop your pillow; a pretty blue box wrapped with white ribbon.

Your phone flashes to life a minute later; an incoming message from an unknown number. 

Did you like your present, baby?? I hope you don’t mind, I kinda borrowed a little something too… 

With your heart in your throat you watch those three bouncing dots as the image comes through. 

A pair of red lace panties – yours – scrunched up in his fist, wrapped around his–

Your stomach heaves, and you barely make it to the bathroom in time before you’re hurling your guts up.

—

You’ve always had an impulsive side, and more often than not it’s landed you into trouble.

So you force yourself to calm down and think before you do anything rash. You head to the police station the very next morning to file a report, fresh off a sleepless night. The officer seems sympathetic, but you know before she even opens her mouth that there’s nothing they can do.

There’s no proof of a crime committed; nothing was taken (nothing you can prove, at any rate) and because your door wasn’t tampered with and the windows weren’t smashed, there’s no evidence of a break in. She suggests changing your locks and going to stay with some friends or family for a few days and you don’t know whether you want to laugh or burst into tears.

And instead of going back to work, you call in sick.

Iwaizumi isn’t sitting on the front steps when you get back home, and why would he be? You’re not supposed to be home for another few hours – so instead you head to his apartment door and mustering every last ounce of courage you possess, you raise your fist and knock.

Silence greets you. 

You wait for a moment, a heartbeat, not daring to breathe, but there’s no answer. Which, really, shouldn’t be that surprising considering it’s mid-morning on a Tuesday, but you can’t help the crushing sense of disappointment that washes over you. The thought of trudging back to your apartment to sit and stew alone for the next few hours while you wait for him to come back makes your skin crawl. You can’t just sit still and twiddle your thumbs, not when–

Abruptly, the door in front of you swings open, and you find yourself face to face with a glaring Iwaizumi. His expression falters, momentary surprise flickering across his eyes at the sight of you standing in his doorway.

This time you don’t avert your eyes. Your heart’s pounding, your hands clammy and trembling by your side, but this is the only choice you have left. And so as a single eyebrow cocks and Iwa falls into a lean against the doorframe – the only invitation you’re gonna get – you steel your nerves, take a deep breath, and speak.

“I-I need a gun.”

To his credit, Iwaizumi doesn’t snort. “You planning on shooting somebody, princess?”

They’re the first words he’s ever spoken to you, and they make your cheeks burn, your stomach twisting into a knot. It’s not a dismissal, but there’s a tinge of amusement colouring his tone and you can’t help but wilt a little under the weight of his gaze. 

Better sense would tell you to turn around, walk back to your apartment and curse your own idiocy for entertaining this stupid idea to begin with But Iwaizumi’s staring at you like he’s expecting an answer and all you can think about is the fear that gripped your heart last night, how you couldn’t bear to turn the light off, half terrified that at any moment Kazuma would come back – and this time he wouldn’t be satisfied with just some panties.

You can’t live like this, and you can’t just pack up your life and wait for the same thing to happen in the next place, and the one after that. Kazuma won’t stop, you know that. 

“I…” you chew on your bottom lip, dropping your gaze so that you’re staring at his chest instead of those piercing green eyes. “I don’t, I-I’m not–”

“A killer?” he interjects, and you almost flinch at his bluntness“Yeah, no shit.”

Taking another breath in through your nose, you force yourself to meet his gaze, even as your nails bite into the palm of your hand and your heart skips a beat. “I just want…” but you can’t even bear to say the words aloud, not without your voice shaking like a leaf. “It’s for protection. I don’t know who else to go to. Please,” you beg.

Iwa exhales heavily, a crinkle appearing between his brows as he frowns, “This got anything to do with the blonde asshole that’s been sniffing ‘round your place?”

Your bewilderment must show, because he snorts, finally stepping back to let you inside. “Mattsun told me,” he says, answering your unspoken question. 

The unmistakably hard edge to his words takes you a little by surprise, but you nod anyway, gingerly taking a seat on the couch when he jerks his chin at it. “Oh, uh, yeah. He’s my ex, kinda. We… didn’t end well.”

It’s the understatement of the century, but you somehow doubt a man like Iwaizumi gives two shits about your past relationship with a stalker. Your fingers play with the hem of your skirt as the imposing man settles down beside you. “So does this mean you’ll get me a gun?” you ask. “I can pay you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I have some money–”

Iwa scoffs, cutting you off. “If you think I’m letting you anywhere near a loaded gun, pretty girl, you’re dumber than I gave you credit for.”

You reel back as if he’s slapped you. But Iwaizumi’s staring at you with that steely expression and blood rushes to your cheeks. Why are you surprised? Did you actually think he was going to help you – a veritable stranger – just because you have some sob story? Why even bother letting you in if he was just gonna make you feel like an idiot? And for a moment you forget the gnawing terror that’s kept you up all night, letting yourself become awash with indignation. You have no control over the hurt noise that leaves your throat, but the ‘Fuck you’ that follows; that one’s intentional.

You don’t have time to regret the insult as you jump to your feet; his hand shoots out to wrap around your wrist, jerking you to a halt the moment you try it. 

“I didn’t say you could go,” he tells you, and you can’t fight the shiver that rolls down your spine at the unmistakably commanding tone. “Sit.”

Wordlessly, you comply.

“Look at me.”

Again, there’s that harsh undercurrent in his voice that tells you he’s not asking, and you lift your gaze with a tense swallow. Iwa still hasn’t released your wrist, the warmth of his calloused palm searing against your skin. 

He doesn’t speak for a moment, olive eyes studying your face intently as you force yourself to sit still under the appraisal. “I said that I wasn’t going to give you a gun, not that I wasn’t going to help.”

Your eyebrows draw together in confusion, “What–”

“I’ll take care of it,” he snaps, cutting you off once again. And as you inhale sharply, you realise that it’s not anger you see burning in those pretty eyes, but sheer, unrelenting fury, an icy rage that you don’t understand, that terrifies you as much as it enthrals.

Because you feel like it’s on purpose. Like he’s finally letting you get a glimpse of what silently seethes beneath that impassive mask of his. Are you scared now, sweetheart?

“H-how much?” you ask breathlessly, eyes wide and heart pounding. 

“I don’t want your money,” he says quietly, his voice low and husky. And just in case there was any confusion as to what he does want, his other hand comes up to your face, a broad thumb tracing along your bottom lip as he cups your cheek.

Iwaizumi leans in slowly, as if he’s giving you time to shove him away and tell him that you’re not that kind of girl. Part of you – the part that’s terrified, frozen stiff and regretting the very moment you decided to step into his apartment and cross that line – wants to. Even now, as those hooded olive eyes drink you in, his warm breath ghosting across your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake, you’re afraid that it’s too late for that. You’ve opened a door that should never have been opened and there’s been a fundamental shift between you and him. There’s no going back for either one of you.

And the other part of you revels in it.

“Don’t kill him,” you murmur the second before his lips meet yours. “Not unless you have to.” You don’t even know if he heard you, and as Iwa deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours you find that you don’t care. You lose yourself to Iwaizumi as he leans closer, gently pushing you to lie back on the couch.

He isn’t satisfied with just your lips for long, planting hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat, sucking on the sensitive flesh. His teeth nip at your collarbone as he busies himself unbuttoning your shirt, but your gasp sounds more like a needy whine than a plea for him to stop. 

He laughs a little at that, his chest rumbling against your stomach, but he makes no moves to slow down. Instead he turns his attention to your bra, his hands far less gentle with the delicate lace than he was with your shirt, and then his mouth is on your tits, licking, sucking, biting. Tomorrow, your skin will be littered with pretty red and purple marks, and judging from the single minded focus glinting in his eyes as he stares up at you, that’s exactly his intention. Iwa drags the flat of his tongue along the swell of your breast, circling it around your nipple before he sucks it into the wet warmth of his mouth, and the whimpering moan you give him in response is a thing of beauty. 

“Good girl,” he croons. “Such pretty, perfect tits.”

Your back arches when he cups the other in his hand, and you cry out when he roughly tugs the sensitive bud. He waits until the sting fades and you relax, sagging back against the cushions with relief before he does it again, harder this time. The sharp, searing pain ripples through you, your breath seizing in your chest as you try in vain to writhe away from his touch, but it’s followed by a flood of pleasure so strong it almost makes you dizzy. The fleeting kiss Iwa bestows on the supple flesh a moment later could almost be taken as an apology – if not from the satisfied smirk curling at his lips. He has no desire to be gentle with you, not today or any other day. That’s not who he is. 

Large hands ease down your side, reaching for the hem of your skirt. Iwa doesn’t bother trying to pull it off of you, merely flips it up, exposing your soft thighs and the delicate panties lying underneath. 

In an attempt to be helpful, you lift your hips to allow him to drag the lacy scrap of fabric down your legs and discard it, but Iwaizumi seems perfectly content with leaving them where they are. Even so, it takes you by surprise when his mouth descends on your cunt, the wet, pink muscle laving along the seat of your panties. You shiver in response, one hand instinctively reaching out to tangle in those spiky brunette locks, but if you’re about to tell him to stop teasing, the words are robbed from you when Iwa pushes the fabric aside and buries his face in the heat of your pussy.

His nose nudges at your clit and you jerk at the first lap at your folds, already shamefully wet for him. There’s no rhythm or rhyme to the way he eats you out, letting a long, thick finger slide into your cunt while he suckles and licks at your clit, but you can’t deny that it’s working. Your thighs tremble and quake beneath his hands, every second of his attention dragging you closer to unravelling entirely. And you’re awash with pleas, little whimpers and moans as he chuckles, the low vibrations making your fingers tighten in his hair as another burst of pleasure flutters through you. Your hips rise and fall against his face, desperate for more when he finally slides his tongue inside of your heat, eager to taste your cunt properly. You want more, you’re desperate and aching for it; but Iwaizumi’s grip tighten bruisingly against your thigh in warning. 

You’re at his mercy, and he’s in absolutely no hurry.

The first time you cum, it takes you by surprise. It feels like an endless build-up, Iwa’s tongue lapping at your pussy like it’s heaven sent, his mouth working diligently to drive you insane. Every touch feels unbearably good, from the long, slow strokes to the way he drags the tip of his tongue along your clit. Your toes are curling, your tits heaving with the desperate breaths you choke down, and all of a sudden his mouth latches onto your clitoris and he sucks hard at the swollen nub. You almost black out right there and then, stars bursting behind closed lids as pleasure wreaks havoc over your body. But as good as that feels, it’s not until you open your eyes and catch sight of the hunger blazing in Iwaizumi’s eyes that you tip over the edge, cumming into his waiting mouth with an earth shattering moan. 

At some point he must have let you go to rid himself of his own clothes, and your panties, but you’re boneless, basking in the afterglow as he shifts you once more, lifting one of your thighs up to hook your leg over his shoulder as he settles back onto the couch.

You just watch through hazy eyes as Iwaizumi gives his thick cock, already hard and flushed an angry red, a few cursory pumps. And his eyes are fixed on yours as he leans down, guiding the tip to your sopping cunt. 

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this, princess,” he grunts out. 

Warning bells sound in your head once more, your gut clenching uneasily, but any protests you might have voiced fall by the wayside as he slowly presses into you. It’s the girth, more than anything else, that takes you by surprise. It hurts, stretching out your poor, oversensitive cunt as his cock fills you up, inch by agonising inch. 

Iwa hisses from between clenched teeth and your eyes squeeze shut, trying to breathe through the pain. It won’t last long, you know that, and until it does you just have to grin and bear it.

You can feel it twitching inside of you, every ridge and vein, the way your slick walls hug his cock. His thumb strokes along your hip, soothing you as your face screws up and another whimper slips out. You think you hear him say something, praise maybe, or encouragement, but all you can focus on is the way his cock throbs inside your pussy when he finally bottoms out and stills.

And for a moment, he doesn’t move. A small kindness, letting you become adjusted to his size before he fucks you the way he’s dying to. 

“Look at me,” he says, and while his tone isn’t as sharp this time, it’s no less of an order.

Your eyes flutter open as Iwaizumi turns his head just a fraction without breaking eye contact, pressing a soft kiss against your calf. His eyes are glazed with feverish lust, pupils blown wide, almost swallowing up that thin ring of olive green entirely, and you wonder whether you should feel afraid right now.

You don’t have the words to describe it, the distant unease that seeps through you as you stare into the eyes of a man who’s clearly not in control anymore. If you screamed right now, tried to fight back or stop him, would it make a difference? 

Do you actually want to?

“You’re mine,” he growls out, drawing his hips back and slamming them forward ruthlessly as you choke on a scream. 

He’s relentless, hissing out curses as he fucks you like a rag doll, filling your wet, tight little cunt again and again and again. It’s all you can do to fist at the edge of the cushion, one hand wrapping around his back, your nails raking down his skin, drawing blood in their wake.

And Iwa doesn’t care, tossing his head back as he pounds his cock into your needy cunt, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “Iwa,” you plead between gasping breaths, clinging to his broad frame. You don’t even know what you’re begging for, not as he grabs you by the hips and lifts you up, hauling you closer so he can fuck you deeper. And you can feel his cockhead rutting against your cervix with every vicious thrust, the painful stretch of your cunt as you’re forced to take his fat cock. It hurts, it does, but holy fuck you can’t focus on that when his fingers slip between your legs and he starts to rub at your puffy, oversensitive clit.

You’re whining, mewling, hips shifting as you rock against him, desperate for more friction. “Please, Iwa,” you moan.

The sound of it, the lewd slaps of skin against skin, the wet squelching as he drives his cock home again with an unforgiving pace would be enough to make you burn with embarrassment, but you don’t care because you’re quickly losing yourself to mindless pleasure. Every stroke fills you completely, it’s hot and thick and the drag of his cock against your plush walls, the way it kisses that sweet perfect spot with every thrust is driving you to insanity.

“Fuck!” you cry, clenching tightly around his length as you hurtle over the edge for a second time. You’re gushing, convulsing, back arched up off the couch, lips parted and–

Iwaizumi stops with a growl and you barely have time to process it before he’s flipping you onto your front, yanking your ass up into the air and hammering his cock back into your swollen, abused little pussy. It’s a bruising pace he sets as he chases after his own end, your name falling from his lips in harsh, breathless grunts. 

It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to become sloppy, your cunt sucking him in and pulsing around his cock. And you don’t have the mental capacity to beg him to pull out, not as his muscular chest collapses against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist and he pumps you full of his seed.

Neither one of you move straight away, both fighting to catch your breath and calm down in the afterglow of your orgasms. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses soft, sweet kisses to the back of your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he can reach. It’s an intimacy that doesn’t belong here, but you find yourself arching into it, a small, tired smile curling at your lips as Iwaizumi lavishes you with affection. 

And you can only whine softly when he finally pulls his cock out and stands, lifting your boneless form up into his arms, chuckling quietly when you bury your head into his chest. Your head’s empty, your thoughts a jumbled mess as he carries you into his bedroom, depositing you carefully onto the bed. 

Iwaizumi leaves you there like that, and when he returns a few minutes later he’s dressed again. He doesn’t smile, but there’s something oddly content about his expression as he stops by the doorway and takes in the sight of you; naked and thoroughly fucked out, curled up amongst his covers. 

“Iwa?” you ask sleepily, stretching your aching body to make yourself more comfortable as you nestle further into the soft mattress.

He doesn’t answer you as he strides in, but you watch through half lidded eyes as his expression hardens. Stopping by the bedside, Iwaizumi reaches for you. You think he’s going to cup your cheek again, maybe run his fingers through your hair, but instead his hand slides between your thighs, gathering up some of the cum that’s seeped from your pussy with his fingers and slowly pushing it back inside of you, humming when you whine and shift under him.

“I’m leaving for a bit,” he tells you, your gut clenching as you remember why you’re in this position in the first place. “You don’t leave this apartment until I get back. You don’t answer the door, you don’t tell anyone you’re here, you don’t leave this bed unless you have a goddamn good reason. Understand?”

Weakly, you nod.

“Such a good girl for me,” he breathes, and this time when he leans over he does kiss you, sweeping your hair back from your face before his warm lips meet your cheek. He lingers there for a beat longer than necessary before pulling away with a sigh.

And as the door swings shut, the sound of the lock clicking into place behind him, you begin to question whether you’ve made a mistake. You don’t doubt for a second that Iwa will follow through with his promise. Whether it’s tonight or tomorrow or a week from now, he’ll find Kazuma; him and his friends, and they’ll make sure he stays away. And until they do, you won’t leave this apartment.

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach that despite your pleas, Iwaizumi’ll kill him. 

Not because that’s the only way for this to end, though you realise that that’s always been a possibility, but because of what you glimpsed in his eyes today. Stupidly, you’d thought you had Iwa pegged. But there’s something that lurks beneath that facade, something more dangerous than you could’ve possibly imagined and the moment you opened the door to Iwaizumi it sunk its teeth into you and now you’re not sure if it’ll ever let you go.

And as you lie back in Iwaizumi’s bed, covered in the marks he left behind you wonder whether you’ve merely traded one monster for another. Perhaps it was inevitable. Inexorable.

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Flares [MIDORIYA IZUKU X FEM!READER][PRO HERO AU]; Chapter ONE

Summary: Midoriya Izuku is the number one pro hero. He finds himself alone often thinking of the past and what he could have done differently. Everyone around him is moving forward with their lives, but he seems to be stuck in the past. He can’t find himself moving forward with his life other than his career, but romance has been frozen for years. He can’t bring himself to love someone else other than the girl he fell in love with when he was 18 years old and was ready to propose to only have the worst of luck. She vanished with barely leaving evidence behind. It’s been 7 years since then. Everything changes the day of the anniversary of her disappearance.

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Chapter ONE

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Midoriya Izuku comes back to his home with a box of beer to drink with the intention to numb his feelings.

He stares at the massive apartment where he often ponders why he even keeps it. He still clings upon a place where you and he had plans to live for years to come. You barely made it a month of living in it with him before you disappeared and leaving no trace behind who could have done it. However, you put up a strong fight against your captors within the security cameras within the building you worked for.

It was way too big for himself. There were 3 bedrooms with 2 bathrooms. He feels even more isolated from the world. Alone within this big space. He takes a heavy sigh as he places his car keys on the small gray maple bowl. He kicks off his shoes and hastily places the box of beer in his dining room. He stretches, cracking a few bones on his back before heading to the shower. He passes by big cardboard with a red string attached to photos and locations with notes.

The photos are from the evidence of support items with identical markings to your previous inventions. The support items that have been used are tied to villain association then have risen after the takedown of the League of Villains many years ago.

He hasn't loosened hope in her being alive, but everyone else is already starting to doubt to believe she is still alive after her case has gotten cold among others. He doesn't blame them. It's been 3 years since her trial got cold because her invention markings abruptly stopped separating them from other support items. Whenever he has free time, he scouts areas where a criminal organization could be hiding undercover. He looks over her file over and over in case he misses something. He has gotten things that he has missed before. Like some of the inventions had a number carved on them singularly. It was a giant puzzle that you had left for them to solve. He had suspicions. It was the coordinates of the location. You were being held at, but he never got the rest of the numbers. He travels to random coordinates that could match all over Japan whenever he could.

Tomorrow, it will be the anniversary of your disappearance. Everyone knows to leave him alone during the week of your disappearance anniversary because he will be reckless and not have his mind isn't clear. He has gotten seriously injured because he was distracted. It is always around this time of year.

Everyone tells him to take a week-long break from hero duties. He is aware of how he behaves during this time and knows how reckless to be suicidal. Even the media has somewhat respect for him during this time of the year. It could have been a lawsuit with them trying to take a dangerous picture that almost cost their life along with him. A building collapsed and the photographer wasn't paying attention to their surroundings. Midoriya had forced them out of the way to save their life, but he got buried alive under the rubble with numerous broken bones.

The Hero Commissions are even stricter in protecting their own heroes after the collapse of the hero's society many years ago. They are more flexible for heroes to create their own schedule and health. They don't want to repeat history. This time of the year, He just gets reminded how much he has failed you. It's been years since he told you he would find you. He was so close to you by merely a few feet from each other. It was within the 12 hours of her kidnapping that happened. It was an exchange location of you being handed over as if you were an object instead of a human being. You were barely conscious due to the heavy drug used on you to prevent you from fighting back.

There was barely evidence to connect with the active villain group that is rarely active as if they are playing to do something bigger. They change locations constantly from their minor operations. He hasn't found their main base of operations where he believes where you are being held.

He heads to the bathroom where he plans to shower before starting his self-guilt drinking week. He doesn't have anything important to attend to. Everyone lets him be. No one would bother him, letting him mourn alone for this week before being dragged into reality. He has a collection of heavy liquor where he has found over the years in his kitchen cabinet that are more effective to make him drunk.

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The next day early morning, Bakugou Katsuki and Kirishima Eijirō were scouting an area where there was reported to be suspicious activity during the early mornings. It was heavily snowing, but it didn't stop them from doing their jobs. "I do feel bad for Midoriya. I can't imagine how he is feeling and is still optimistic about it too." Kirishima looks over to Bakugou who is stomping in the snow angrily. Bakugou hates the snow with a passion.

"I wouldn't lose hope either until I see a body." Bakugou stops his walking when he hears something breaking apart before children's screams cut through the quiet atmosphere where there are frozen lakes.

They both look up in the sky to see something letting out smoke and small pieces falling rapidly down and breaking the ice of the lake.

Bakugou was already in the air attempting to reach the citizens. Kirishima was already calling for backup and informing them of the situation at hand. He was running on foot, stopping when he heard something crack under his foot. He was stepping on a frozen lake, no longer land.

Bakugou sees them. It was an adult female and a child falling out of the sky. The adult was moving their arms rapidly as if they were trying to do something, but it only brought more smoke and more pieces falling apart. However, as soon as the female adult sees him flying towards them.

She does the unthinkable, but thinks what the better chances of her child are making it out alive.

She twists around in the air, making the child face the sky instead of the frozen lake that is breaking due to the pieces falling apart from her homemade Jetpack backpack. She moves her hand to reach out a homemade knife to slice the strings which tie them together from her child's waist belt and using the other hand in front of her child's chest to where there was a hidden button under the vest shoulder.

"Forgive me."

She moves her hand with the knife to slice through the string and pressing the button. She clenches her eyes for impact as the child's backpack explodes against their mother's chest. This causes the child to bounce up into the sky while throwing the mother straight down the frozen lake.

"Mama!"

Bakugou grabs the child that was falling again by their shredded backpack. The child is screaming for their mother who crashes into the icy cold lake water. The sound of the helicopter could be heard as Bakugou is trying to navigate away from the lake while holding a terrified child who was crying uncontrollably hiding their face against his chest. Kirishima was running over to them taking off his jacket to cover up the child who had no protection from the bitter cold. Bakugou was frozen on the spot, staring into the head of the child. The child looks identical to his rival, childhood friend, Midoriya Izuku.

"If that's his kid, does that mean?" Kirishima comes to the realization, the only female that Midoriya Izuku has been involved in intimacy would be the one who has been missing for years.

"That adult must be [L/N] [F/N]."

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The Akatsuki’s Reactions To Thunderstorms

Got the inspiration for this because lately we’ve been having a bunch of storms where I live, like back to back ((in fact it’s pouring outside my window as I type this)) so yenno it got me thinking, how would my favorite Band ‘O Killers™️ react to this situation?

Pein (Nagato) and Konan:

Storms of any kind, especially involving rain, are triggering to both of them. They come from a place where, as their friend Yahiko once put it, is “ALWAYS raining; like this whole village is constantly crying”. Rain to them represents pain, and hunger, and suffering. Konan is actually terrified of thunderstorms; one time when Pein was out, there was a storm and Konan, who usually went to Pein for comfort, was beside herself. Kisame found her curled up and shaking on the floor in the hallway (the one place without any widows to see the lightning) and, without asking questions, he laid beside her and put his arms around her, holding her and gently talking to her until the storm had passed. Pein doesn’t have the same physical reaction as Konan; rather, storms tend to intensify the repressed anger that lives in his chest. Every member of the Akatsuki knows to avoid Pein during a storm, because they know it’ll be the time he’s most likely to hand out difficult missions, or yell at somebody about something they’ve done.

Deidara:

Maybe unsurprisingly, the blonde artist loves storms. The bigger the better, the louder and more destructive, the more “artistic”. Storms bring out the competitiveness of Deidara, who always insists that he can match (or top) a clap of thunder with one of his bombs. Loves to see lightning strike things, and has to be stopped from going outside during storms to see this happen up-close. Since they won’t let him outside, he’ll stay with his face pressed up against the window, his expression the same as a child watching fireworks go off in the night sky. Also exponentially prefers night storms to daytime storms, as he claims the booming and shaking helps him to sleep.

Tobi (Obito):

As Tobi, he acts almost as scared of thunderstorms as Konan, although in a decidedly more goofy and exaggerated way. Hiding under the bed or in the closet, clinging to Deidara, making comments about “monsters in the sky coming to eat us!” As Deidara loves storms, he’s often impatient with Tobi and his irrational fears, giving him long lectures on the wild, untamed beauty of nature. As Obito, he actually finds rain and storms to be quite soothing, especially at night. He likes to sit in his room with his mask off, staring out the windows and letting his mind wander. The constant drumming of water hitting the ground relaxes him like nothing else, and he’ll always sleep better during a storm than any other time. The night after a particularly strong storm was the only time that his Senpai came close to seeing him without a mask on, as “Tobi” fell asleep and stayed sleeping very late into the morning, forcing Deidara to come looking for him. He woke up just seconds before his door burst open, just enough time to slide his mask into place, but still.

Sasori:

Doesn’t really care one way or the other about storms, unless he’s traveling in them. There’s been a few times in the past when he’s been on missions with Deidara, the two have been walking along, and a sudden downpour stopped them in their tracks. Seeking shelter during a storm is always a difficulty, especially to two people trying to remain largely incognito, the way the Akatsuki was supposed to do. Also, his young partner really enjoys the rain, and Sasori has to keep an eye on him, to make sure he’s not sneaking out into it and potentially getting sick. If there’s one thing that Sasori does enjoy about storms, it’s the smell of the air after it rains. He’s tried for years to duplicate this smell into a scent that could be put in a candle or incense, but to no avail.

Kisame:

Wind, WATER, danger — what’s not to love?! If he’s able to leave the hideout, Kisame will seek out the nearest body of water, and go swimming. Rainwater tapping the surface of a lake or river makes all the smaller fish come to the top, making it incredibly easy for Kisame to scoop them up in his jaws. The warmth of the water from the sky also mixes with the natural coolness of running water, creating a delightful sensory experience for the half-shark. Sometimes, however, a “cozy” mood will envelope him and he’ll simply desire staying inside, often curling up with a good book or spending time sipping tea and eating snacks with his partner Itachi. And “snacks” is putting it mildly; for some reason stormy weather always awakens a voracious appetite in Kisame, and he can easily put away the entire house’s weekly supply of food in one sitting ((and Kakuzu knows this, hence why he’ll literally put locks on the cabinets if Kisame is home during a storm)).

Kakuzu:

When Kakuzu hears rain, he hears the sound of money flying out the windows. Every single place that the group has ever used for a hideout has been of the absolute bare-minimum construction, which unfortunately allowed for some of the outside elements to get inside; like snow, and heat, and bugs ... and rain. Water damage is a particularly expensive bitch to fix, and Kakuzu is constantly forced to shell out money from the treasury to reinforce the roof, and/or provide rain gear and supplies for those venturing out on missions during storms. And missions carried out during storms alone are horrible, as they generally slow down speed and productivity, meaning longer times until mission completion and a delay in obtaining the goods or people or (most importantly) money that they were sent to retrieve. The only positive thing that Kakuzu can find to say about storms is that the rain helps the fruits and vegetables in the Akatsuki garden grow, which of course saves money on grocery trips.

Zetsu:

LOVES the rain. Storms make him ridiculously happy, and he likes to go outside and stand directly in a downpour, letting the cleansing water soak into his plantlike skin. Like any blossom, however, he has to be on guard against getting TOO much water into his system. Everybody knows not to bother Zetsu during his “meditation” time in a storm, as he will undoubtedly be standing out there in the nude. Storms also pose an interesting challenge to him, food-wise. Most of the small animals that Zetsu likes to prey on hide or burrow themselves during a loud rain-lashing, making them more difficult (but much more rewarding) for Zetsu to find.

Hidan:

Hidan is constantly seeking ways to test and prove the “limits” of his immortality. He’s “died” and come back from pretty much everything one can think of; stabbing, evisceration, decapitation ... but one thing he’s never done is “come back” from being struck full in the heart by a lightning bolt. So whenever a good storm gets going, Hidan will strip naked, wearing only his metal Jashin necklace, and stand in the rain, daring the lightning to hit him. If this had been anyone else, every Akatsuki member would be breaking their neck rushing outside to drag him back in. But with Hidan, everyone is, well, curious. CAN he withstand lightning? IS he truly immortal? Anyone who’s able will gather at the windows or just inside the front door, to watch the spectacle of Hidan screaming obscenities at the sky and taunting nature ... but unfortunately nothing ever happens. Hidan will just end up coming back inside soaked to the skin, and Kakuzu will yell at him for dripping all over the floor. But Hidan will point out that water is better than the blood he usually leaks, which the others whole-heartedly agree with.

Itachi:

When Itachi was younger, storms used to scare the hell out of him. He could go to his mother for comfort, but only if his father wasn’t home. If he WAS, he’d tell Itachi to toughen up and “be a man, son.” He later came to find out that his little brother Sasuke was the same way; at nighttime Itachi would wake up during a storm and feel a small body burrowed next to his, shaking like a leaf. He’d hold his brother and tell him stories until he fell asleep, and in doing so, learned the first valuable lesson of his life; it’s hard to be brave when you’re alone, but infinitely easier when you have to be brave for the sake of someone else. Now, storms always put him in mind of these long-forgotten moments of sibling tenderness, which in turn makes him sad. To combat this he copies his younger brother by seeking out comfort, mostly in the form of Kisame. Sometimes he’ll also go and spend time with Konan, as he discovered that SHE was afraid of storms, as well. Oftentimes he, Kisame and Konan will stay together, taking turns telling stories until the wild weather has passed. Another lesson: it’s easier to be brave, the more people you have around you trying to be brave as well.

[sumu-samu]

Broken

“Hi i saw that you were gonna start writing stories and we're looking for ideas and things,, maybe a Luke x f!reader oneshot around the time of The Lightning Thief. I think it would be cool if the day before he snapped and revealed himself as the thief,, he confessed his feelings to someone or took an s/o on a special date as a type of "goodbye" without saying anything. There's not many luke fics and his TLT story is so fun to explore :3″

Pairing: Luke Castellan x daughter of Poseidon!f!reader

Genre: Angst basically. Some fluff, but angst.

Warnings: non that I can really think of

A.N: Literally listened to The Lightning Thief musical while writing this.This was super fun to write ngl, I also may have gotten carried away with the back story and such but meh :3. I also took a few freedoms and made you Poseidon’s daughter, hope you don’t mind it too much, and I changed the ending of the book a bit because I can’t remember exactly how it ended, just the basics, and I can’t find my book to fact check myself. Hope it doesn't bother you too much and that you like it.<3

Y/N sat at her cabin table, her newly found brother had just come back from a stupid quest he had to go on because her uncle was throwing a fit (as he usually does) about someone stealing his lightning bolt, and he immediately blamed it on her family. She knew all about the prophecy and the whole half-blood child of the big three turning sixteen and having the power to either save or destroy the world. Thing was she had already turned sixteen (if you’re not sixteen yet, just go along with it please) and nothing special really happened, so when Percy showed up at camp and killed a minotaur on the first day, Her and Chiron had been a bit weary of the new half-blood.

When Percy was claimed by Poseidon you’d think she’d be happy that she had found family, after losing her mother at five and never seeing her father, but she wasn’t, She was more worried than anything. Worried that she would lose the family she had just found. And when Percy left to go on the quest, Y/N felt like she couldn’t breath. She didn’t know him very well, but Percy was a good kid, she could just feel it, and she wanted to get to know him more. The thought that he may not come back from this quest in one piece terrified her. And what made it even worse was that he brought Annabeth with him. Annabeth was like Y/N’s little sister.

Ever since the day she found the seven year old blond they had been through alot together. She had run away from camp after getting into an argument with Chiron, she soon learned that it was a big mistake, then ran into the little girl somewhere in Pennsylvania. She then met Luke and Thalia, and then ran into Grover. The five had been through alot, especially when they lost Thalia, she was yet another pice of family she lost. She hadn’t walked into the camp with the other three, she just stayed and watched as Thaila’s body formed into a tall standing pine tree. She cursed Zues for letting this happen to his own daughter.

As the years went by she took care of the spunky little blond, and Luke liked to help every now and then. Feelings grew for the blond boy, no doubt about it, but she also remembered how Annabeth would squeal to her and rant about her little crush on Luke.

When they came back, all three of them, in one pices to say she was relieved, was an understatement. There had been a lot of events that happened after they were back, her favourite being the look on Clariese’s face when she heard that her father had stolen the bolt. The whole cabin was angry and Percy, and the fact that he had made their father look like a fool. But what she really cherished was right now. She was able to catch up with her brother and everything. Talk about his life, get to know him and how much of a good kid he really was. They talked about the prophecy and how he was confused about being betrayed by a friend and failing to save what matters the most.

“People who know nothing about prophecies may say something like ‘oh well you know the prophecy is crazy and could be wrong in some way,’ but, I know that isn’t the case. So I’d say, that the prophecy isn’t done with you yet.” She shrugged.

“Oh, how great.” he rolled his eyes.

“Hey, Y/N” She heard the smooth deep familiar voice and looked up to meet bright blue eyes. “Right before curfew… could you uh,” he scratched the back of his neck. “Just, meet me by the lake.” he quickly stated then walked off. She sat very confused, she had never seen Luke like that before. He was usually a cocky, joking fellow. Seeing him shy and flustered,and maybe even worried, had concerned her.

When the sun had fallen, and curfew was about twenty minutes away, she snuck out of her cabin and went down to the lake. “Luke?” she called out not seeing him anywhere.

“Y/N.” she then heard from behind her. Turning around she saw a familiar silhouette, She couldn't see his face due to the lack of light but she knew it was him.

“Hey, what’s up?” She walked towards him.

“I-” He looked around and took her by the arm to drag her further away from the cabins so that they could be somewhere where he knew they were truly alone. “I have something to tell you.” He sounded sorrowful and serious. This made Y/N’s heart race faster in worry for the boy in front of her.

“What is it Luke?” She moved her hand to his cheek so he could look at her. He just stared into her eyes for about a minute. He was dazzled by her (e/c) eyes, that she had gotten from her mum and her dark hair that she got from her father. His hands moved to her waist before he viciously pulled her close to him, foreheads touching. Her heart sped up even more, this time from the closeness of the two rather than worry. “Luke?” she questioned.

“I’m so sorry.” He squeezed his eyes shut in pain. “I’m so… so sorry Y/N.” He wrapped his arms further around her waist, pulling her into a hug. She took in his scent as he did hers.

“Luke, I don’t understand, why… why are you sorry?” She pulled away to look into his eyes again.

“Y/N, I… I like you… I like you so much I think I love you. And it hurts me, ever since we lost Thalia, you were there, you were alway there. And I don’t know why I couldn’t be satisfied with just you and Annabeth, but I couldn’t. I’m sorry. I was just so pissed, I needed to get it all out. But in the end, I want you to know that it was you, It was always you.” And that's when he did it. He made her heart completely stop, He leaned in and kissed her. His kiss soft and gentle, the kiss was passionate. She melted into it, wanting it to last forever but alas he pulled away. ���I just hope you will forgive me at some point.”

“Luke, what’s going on? What do you mean forgive you?” She was seriously done with this mysterious way he was talking.

“I can’t tell you, not yet. Just, stay with me, for the night. Tonight only, sleep beside me, let me hold you one last time.” He pleaded.

“Luke, where are we gonna sleep, we can’t go to your cabin, because… well,” She thought of the cramped cabin 11 and how embarrassing it might be to wake up in the morning with all those kids around her laughing, or how maybe the twins would try playing a prank of them in their sleep. “Percy’s asleep in my cabin, and we can’t stay out here… the harpies.” She shuddered at the thought of being attacked by those bird ladies.

“Y/N, i’ve seen Percy sleep, there's no way he's gonna wake up before us. I’ll be sure to leave before he even knows I’m there.” He rested his forehead on hers.

She thought for a while. “Alright fine.” She smiled and they walked back to the cabin.

That night she had the best sleep she had ever had. Luke’s warmth,and his scent. It relaxed her in a way that she didn’t know was possible. But he held true to his word of getting out before Percy knew he was there. In fact, she had to sit there for a while trying to be sure it was real and not just a dream, because when she woke up, he wasn’t there. Her heart dropped. It was too vivid, too detailed, too… too real, to be a dream. She got out of bed, and got dressed before hearing a snore. She grabbed her pillow and threw it at the drooling boy, still asleep in his bed.

“Wake up ragworm. You’re gonna miss breakfast.” She said, waiting till he got out of bed and started getting changed to leave and go to breakfast.

They sat at the table eating their food when Mr. D. had stood up to tell everyone to decide whether they were staying for the year or leaving before noon. “What are you gonna do?” Percy looked at his sister.

“I'm staying here.” She shrugged as if not going home was something she was used to.

“You’re not going back to your family?” He sounded confused. But he too was confused if he wanted to go back and see his mum or if he wanted to stay with his new found family. He was kinda hoping she was gonna go so that it would make it easier on him.

“Have no family to go home to, Perc. This right here,” she motioned to all the other kids at their respective tables, “this is the closest thing I have to family.”

As the day had progressed the thought of what happened with Luke last night being real faded as Luke had avoided her all day. And as she was walking around Camp, enjoying her last day with some of her friends she saw some wood nymphs carrying a body wearing blue jeans and a bright orange camp shirt. “Percy.” she gasped as she saw the black head of hair. They carried him to the infirmary where he was tended to and given some nectar to recover.

Once he woke up he started ranting off nonsense. “Luke, it’s Luke we- we need to look for him.” he tried to get up but Chiron stopped him.

“What do you mean it’s Luke, Perc?” She was worried by the tone of her brother's words.

“The… the friend who was supposed to betray me… it’s Luke. He’s the lightning thief” At Percy’s words Y/N’s head went fuzzy, her stomach turned. “He’s serving Kronos, hes trying to bring him back.” she didn’t want to believe what she was hearing, “ Oh… and Y/N… he said that if I happened to survive, to tell you… he meant what he said last night, and that he is really sorry.” Percy said that as if it was irrelevant.

“No, you're lying. Luke, he wouldn… He isn’t... “ She shook her head trying to deny it but then something came back to her.

“I’m sorry. I was just so pissed, I needed to get it all out.” She ran out of the infirmary, tears stinging her eyes and her head steaming. She ran into the cabin, and without thinking rationally started to throw things around out of… well, she wasn’t really sure what she was feeling, she just needed to get it out.

Once she was done throwing things around, and the cabin was totally trashed, she knew exactly what she was feeling. She ran to the lake, feeling angry and sad. She took her shoes off and sat at the edge with her feet in the water. Tears running down her face.

“I just hope you will forgive me at some point.” Luke’s words rang out in her head. “I don’t think I ever can.” She thought. It wasn’t because of the fact that he had betrayed her friends, her family, betrayed her. It was more the fact that Luke was so selfish, so so stupidly selfish that he had to dump that onto her. He had to tell her how he felt and then go and break her like that. Because of that, she hated him, but at the same time, deep in her heart she still loved him, something small was telling her that this wasn’t actually Luke, that he was really the Luke that she loved and that something was controlling him.

She looked up at the sky, the clear blue sky. To anyone else, on any other day, it would have been a beautiful day. But no matter how much the sun shined, all she could see was grey. “Why? Why can’t I be happy? Why do you insist on torturing me constantly. What did I do to make you decide I don’t deserve happiness? Was it because I was born? It’s not my fault that my father can’t keep a stupid promise. It’s not my fault i’m alive. I never asked for this. So why do you do this to me? You petty little brat! I hate you with every bone in my body.” She screamed at her uncle. Zeus wasn’t listening to what his pathetic niece was saying, but someone was.

His chest felt heavy. Listening to what the beautiful broken girl was saying. He had wanted to hold her like he should have for every heart breaking moment of her sixteen years. “I’m sorry i couldn’t save you from that. But I gave you Percy. You have each other now. Take care of each other like I can’t.” Poseidon sighed.

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep 15 Pt 2: Don’t Trust Anyone Who Wears a Floor Length Robe Over Their Casuals in Yugioh

Hey, it’s my birthday, so I’m gonna release this early because the rest of today I just have to work like an adult and that’s no fun.

In the first half of this episode we dunked the worlds smallest plane into a lake and so this second half of the episode involved the kids running as far away from their only responsible adults as they could.

Which like...took whole of less than a second for them to peace out and enter mortal danger.

...I’ve never been in a jungle in India but...I have seen the Jungle book many times...and there’s like tigers and stuff in there, right? and tons of monkeys that are hella mean? And freakin snakes? They sing jazz and scat? That’s some terrifying stuff.

Like these city kids have to learn at some point to fear the woods. But they just freakin don’t. And strangely, the most dangerous thing in these woods isn’t even a snake or something, but a human man just being as suspicious as possible lying prone on the ground.

(read more under the cut)

The card cultist happens to have a British accent, because this voice acting team freakin loves to pull out their British accents. It’s not as lowbrow as Valon, but it’s not as...well whatever Bakura is supposed to be. He’s a lot more tame than Bakura’s, but still very British.

I don’t know if this is because British English tends to be taught instead of American sounding English in many parts of India, but, most likely they just wanted to do an accent. And like...he’s an archeologist...and so the stereotype is there...but honestly, the decision of making this guy British gets weirder and weirder as this episode goes on, get ready for it. None of you are ready for what I assume is the very obvious plot twist of this freakin guy.

Catfish of the century, this freakin guy, I’m pretty sure.

Yugi immediately believes this completely out of place white British stranger in the Indian backwoods next to this inaccessible lake and immediately thinks “yes, my Grandfather crash landed in India EXACTLY where I’m standing right now, and now I must save him.”

Thankfully, Yami exists to gently and politely tell Yugi to hella stop.

Also, I like that Yugi has finally stopped wearing his school outfit out of school. But, he is instead wearing a jacket that is so close to his school outfit I honestly couldn’t tell until the end of this episode. It’s like...I think one shade more purple, it has white piping, and his undershirt has a center seam. It’s nice Yugi has 3 versions of the same black sleeveless undershirt, and this show cares enough to show that tiny factoid about Yugi’s closet.

So, because Yugi is a dumbass and Pharaoh has to just sit back and watch this happen so he can say “told you so” later, they follow this random cultist they found in the woods. Much like Hansel and Gretel, we snack on cake crumbs all the way to the witches house, which in this case, is an undiscovered monolith you would have easily seen from outer space.

HMMMMMMMMMM.

And so get ready for this:

Hey guys.

Remember how Alexander the great was buried in a pyramid?

Now because they’re name dropping Alexander, that’s actually kind of helpful, because Alexander the Great’s favorite damn horse in the entire world died while he was at war with India so he named a city after it. It’s believed to be in Punjab, which is in the Northern part of India

Which means we first of all, definitely crossed the tallest mountain range in the world to get here, and also means that we are like...in some really disputed territory of India right now, and it is crazy that these kids went here for a vacation completely unsupervised.

Another fun fact about Alexander is that when he died, it took 6 days for his body to decompose. At the time, they thought it was because he was a God (or in Yugioh’s case, Extremely Cursed) but nowadays historians think it’s because it took him 6 days to fully die. He just wasn’t dead yet. Had to give it a minute and the ancient Babylonians just got way too excited.

Anyway, Alexander super died in Babylon so I don’t know what the hell he’s doing in India. There is a fun spot in History where his body did get dragged to a couple different places, meaning we probably did lose the original Alexander and there’s a lot of people just guessing at where he ended up...but putting him clear up in India sure was a choice when one of his assumed burial sites was literally Egypt, which would be a more fitting location for a Pyramid and a more fitting location for this show.

Especially since Alexander was trying to invent a new race and culture...it seems a little strange he’d be buried in such a massive pyramid, but maybe he got a really, really good pyramid deal from the funeral home when he was like 28 and just figured he’d change it before the time he died at 32.

Which...now that I’m older than 32, how crazy is it that Alexander the Great died at freakin 32? You blink twice and you’re 32. Is history seriously trying to tell me this guy wasn’t like secretly 62? That maybe he just celebrated his 20th for like 20 years in a row as a royal mandate? I just feel like history is playing pranks on me with Alexander.

Anyway, our weird shady new archeologist guy is named Alex and so take that as you will.

I sure hope Alexander the Great was revived to wear khakis and bother children. Guy conquered the world once and was one of history’s Freakin Worst so he does deserve it, but also...it would explain why he thinks it’s normal to wear a Darth Maul robe over your business casual.

Anyway, lets enter the obvious trap pyramid.

Joey just wanted a nice time running around Northern India. He just wanted to eat some yummy chaat and look at some tourist destinations and maybe glance at a Bollywood star or two. But instead he’s gotta deal with spike floors because Yugi couldn’t say no to a cultist.

Also...one of those spikes clearly went through Tea’s feet, right? And she is absolutely fine? Just checking on Tea’s godlike strength and clearly it is still godlike.

Alex gives us a very long explanation of how he went upstairs and Grandpa went downstairs, and there was a door or something so Alex turned back around and Grandpa was gone.

All of those steps were probably plot relevant and I’ll probably forget all about it in 2 episodes.

The thing is Alex...literally thinks he evaporated. Literally thinks that. But how do you disprove it to this freakin guy who like...might have named a city after his horse once and thinks that’s a normal and acceptable thing to do?

and so Joey immediately leaps onto the haunted playing floor.

the way Yugi said this line was sort of hilarious to me so I may cap it. If I remember to do it (I’ve been a little busier lately, with things opening up, as you can tell because my update schedule is in the toilet.)

So, if Joey jumps in...everyone else has to, also.

And we say good bye to Alex and enter the new forest zone, which looks a LOT like the other forest we were just in.

Nice Protoss armor.

We get some hijinks from the local wildlife, which are all cards but real (but not real because we’re in a board game...don’t think about it) and the off brand Sheikah tablets have helpful monsters in them if you touch em.

This season may have been better off as a video game, being honest.

Joey has gone somewhere else, despite going onto the same game tile, and he’s too busy on a mountain range to really help anyone out. So he’s just gonna vibe up here for a bit.

Tea got up after this point and said along the lines of “k, what’s next?” Because mortal danger does not affect her and she fears nothing.

At a beach somewhere, Tea and Tristan spend some quality time together forming a new family with whatever these creatures are.

And Tea’s love of her winged angel comes full circle and now I will suffer this winged orb for the rest of this arc, pretty sure.

Please admire the number of belts on Tea. Her outfit is like max 00′s and I appreciate that. We’ve had a lot of questionable fashion on Yugioh, but they actually dressed Tea pretty on point this arc. Like I often feel like 00′s fashion is hard to define or describe, but it’s Tea right now. That’s it. She did it, it’s right there.

Yugi gets a new flagship card for this arc, and this time it’s Celtic Guardian. Hell why? I feel like his defining card changes every single arc, and they need to like focus and just give him one. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s still Dark Magician...and maybe the show forgot?

Anyway, if you just got here, this is a link to read the rest:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

I think I forgot that link in the last recap because yo it’s kind of been a while since I’ve updated, I feel. (well I had a graveyard post and those don’t count really) But, we’re back, we’re still going, slowly but surely.

[sirisuorionblack]

Babysitting but not my kids

Remus Lupin x OC, Sirius Black x Reader

Summary - James will hereafter never be allowed to do anything alone or at least anything without Remus. Oh and by the way, Remus almost hates babysitting.

Warning - Swearing

A/N Angelina Lorus is my OC.

"Uh, Miss. Lorus, Mr. Lupin," McGonagall's voice, tore through the boring drawl of Professor Binns. Angelina and Remus whipped their head towards the direction of the voice. 

"Please excuse them, Professor Binns, they have acquired quite a...situation to handle," said Professor McGonagall. 

The said students glanced at each other, confused about what the "situation" might be.

"Well, Mr. Potter decided it would be fun trying a new spell without any supervision," she said carefully after they had come out of the classroom and walked to her office.

Angelina groaned, "What did he do this time?"

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, "Well, due to some miscalculations Mr. Potter had transfigured Miss. (L/N) and Mr. Black into toddlers for..." she trailed away looking at the shocked faces of the two before her.

"Toddlers!?" They yelled in unison. 

"For how long?" Remus asked, mortified. 

McGonagall looked around uncomfortably, "Madam Pomfrey along with Professor Flitwick and myself are looking for the counter curse"

"Oh, gods.." Angelina breathed, looking at Remus's wide eyes.

"Don't tell me we need to take care of those," Remus said, terrified. 

"I am afraid so, Mr. Lupin," she said, walking into her room.

Both of their jaws dropped to the ground and fell to their knees as Professor McGonagall moved to the side to show 3 years old Sirius Black and (Y/N) clambered at a side giggling to themselves. (Y/N)'s little chubby arm looped around Sirius'.

Immediately after their attention was turned to Remus and Angelina, (Y/N) ran towards Remus, her arms wide open as Sirius ran towards Angelina. They buried themselves into their older best friends' chest, snuggling closer to them. 

Remus slowly wrapped his arm around the toddler who was once his mature best friend and stood up carefully as she giggled in his arms, placing her head at the crook of his neck, her hand clutching his shirt collar.

While Angelina's eyes were still wide as she struggled to stand up with an overly energetic Sirius bouncing in her arms, his tiny little hand poking her face.

"We're not ready for this," "I suppose we can do it," They both said in unison.

"Why?!" "Why not!?" They asked again together.

"Miss. Lorus, I assure you it's the best having them in your care rather than letting them roam the castle alone,"

"I have got my potions now," Remus, as they left the room, agreeing to take care of their toddler best friends who were skipping ahead of them hand in hand, looking amused at things they had already seen.

"Yeah, I will take him to the black lake," Angelina said, sighing.

"Are you sure you can take care of him?" 

"I hope so. We can exchange later, now she seems to be attached to you,"

Remus nodded, walking forward and crouching in front of the kids, "Hey, pads, you're gonna be with Angelina, as I take (Y/N) with me, yeah?" Remus asked, carefully.

Sirius pouted as he moved closer to (Y/N) who had slipped her hand into his, "No," Remus' eyes widened, he was just not about to argue with toddler Sirius.

"Sirius," he said, gulping as the kid before him looked at the verge of tears, "Uh, you can be with Angelina, she is gonna take you to the black lake,"

Sirius' eyebrows furrowed, with his hands folded before him, looking down as if he had committed a grave mistake, "Sorry," he muttered. 

Remus's heart broke as he saw his best friend in this state, he had an odd thought that Walburga had started being strict with Sirius when he was just a toddler. 

Remus sighed, sitting cross-legged in from of the kids and not bothered by the dirt on the ground, he pulled little Sirius closer by the hands and ducked down to look at him in the eyes, "It looks like we are skipping Potions then," 

Both of the kids looked up beaming at him and throwing themselves into his arms as he chuckled.

"Can we go to the kitchens then!?" (Y/N) asked in her childish voice.

Remus chuckled once again, standing up with both the kids in his arms, "well, we can go after we get to the dorm," he said, looking at Angelina who had an amused look on her eyes and a smile on her face.

"You're amazing with these," she said pointing at the kids in his arms who glared back at her.

"Kids you mean,"

"Exactly, little demons,"

Angelina giggled and came to take (Y/N) off Remus' and into her own arms.

"You look adorable when you're a kid," she said, smiling at her little best friend, "But when you grow up, your real pain in the arse," The toddler in his arms pouted. 

Remus and Angelina let their toddler friends down from their hold and let them jump up and down the couch in the common room. 

"Now, I am having a small doubt on how we can do it," Remus said, watching them, trying to create a plan to get these two toddlers to the room.

Angelina glared at him, "Well, now you have a small doubt?" 

"Ah, Angelina we never knew you were pregnant and had two kids!?" Marlene said, her face wearing an expression of genuine shock.

"It's Remus's, right?" Dorcas who had come in after Marlene looked at them hopefully.

"What the hell!?" Angelina exclaimed, looking alarmed, "First of all - How the hell will I get pregnant and have two toddlers within a day!?"

"Second of all - That's Sirius and (Y/N)," Remus said, still looking distracted.    

"James's deed?" Lily asked, chuckling and walking to the two kids. Angelina narrowed her eyes at her, elbowing Remus and jerking her head towards the two toddlers, "Do something!" she hissed.

Remus's eyes widened, "uh, Pride?" He called (Y/N), who had looked up at him with her big childish eyes, melting Remus's heart at her adorableness. He crouched down opening his arms, she rushed into his arms abandoning her babbling to Lily.

"You wanted to go to the kitchens, right?" He asked loud enough for Sirius to hear, "Do you wanna go now?" 

She nodded enthusiastically. "Me too!" Sirius said, struggling to get off the couch and rushed to them, straightening his shirt.

Remus grinned. His plan was working perfectly. "Will you go out with these filthy clothes?" he asked them.

Both of the kids simultaneously looked down at their clothes, "uh, yeah?" (Y/N) said, tentatively while Sirius answered a sure "no" making her glare at him. Sirius's eyes widened as he shook his head, his eyes still locked with her and said, "Yes".

The older kids in the common room laughed at how much their friends still had their older selves' attitudes. "Well, we think it's absolutely necessary to get you two out of these stinky clothes," Angelina said.

"It's not stinky," (Y/N)said, sniffing her dress.

"You definitely smell, little one," Angelina said, smirking. Oh, how much she hated being called that.

(Y/N) groaned, burying her head into Remus's shoulder, snuggling into his arms. "Are you feeling sleepy?" Remus asked sensing her constant snuggling.

She shook her head in his shoulder but he was pretty sure she was sleepy and that was an advantage for him.

Standing up with the girl still in his arms and Sirius's hand clasped in his own larger and calloused ones. Angelina behind him, jogged to match his pace and leaned up to whisper, "Can we hold them there, if possible?" Remus nodded.

"So, what do you two wanna do now?" Remus asked, taking a seat against the headboard of James' now dirty bed after they all had freshened up.

"Kitchens!" Sirius and (Y/N) yelled.

"What do you want there?" asked Angelina.

"Food," "Chocolates,"

"Well I can solve the chocolate problem," Remus said, reaching his secret stash of chocolate and handing it to (Y/N). 

"But can we still go to the kitchens?" She asked, holding the chocolate close to her.

"Uh," Remus shot Angelina a look as if asking her if it was alright. 

She sighed, "You guys go ahead, I will join," she gritted her jaw, "Gotta problem to deal with."

Remus grinned knowingly, "Alright then kids, to the kitchen is it!"

"Moony, Moony," (Y/N) called, tugging on Remus's pants, who was busy looking at Sirius as he skipped around, poking fun of the elves.

"Huh? Yes, yes, what happened?" He asked her like a distracted father. 

"Will you make hot chocolate?" She asked, her eyes wide and pleading. Not able to say no to his little best friend, Remus sighed, taking her into his arms and seating her on top of the counters.

One the advantages of having a Black as your friend and being neat and clean, Remus was always allowed to cook for what he wanted.

With an eye still on Sirius, he started making hot chocolate for the four of them. "What are you doing, Moony?" Sirius asked, once his attention was stolen by his best friend stirring something.

"Hot chocolate!" (Y/N) answered, enthusiastically. 

"Really?!" Sirius asked, Remus never made hot chocolate unless they practically bribed him, "I wanna see!" Sirius yelled.

I am never ever having kids. Remus thought as he leaned down to pick Sirius up and take a glance at the hot chocolate before he placed him next to (Y/N). 

"Moony!" She yelled. The first mistake he made, getting distracted while having toddlers. Both the kids were covered from head to toe in flour. How did they manage it? Remus will have no idea. 

"No," he shook his head, turning the stove off and helping the two down the counter, "I am not cleaning your dress, those were the only outfits we could find out your size." 

Sirius and (Y/N) grinned sheepishly. Remus closed his eyes, heaving a deep breath, "Alright, no more kitchens for the two of you,"

They pouted but agreed to it as Remus guided them away from the side of the kitchens.

"Black lake?" Sirius asked, looking at Remus expectantly. 

(Y/N) giggled, "Your lake, pads,"

"No," Remus said, strictly, "We are going back to the dorms." The kids groaned, mumbling incoherent disapprovals. 

"Angelina," (Y/N) dragged the syllables, wrapping her arms and legs around the older girl and clinging onto her, "Moony, didn't take us to the black lake," she complained burying her head into Angelina's shoulder who chuckled at the little girls complain and took a seat on the bed.

"Why not?" She asked in common. (Y/N) shrugged.

"Well, then, aren't you two tired?" Angelina asked, trying to get the kids to bed.

All they got a humming from the two of them. Angelina smiled at Remus who leaned up to press a kiss to her forehead. 

(Y/N) pulled away and slumped forward into Remus arms and as Angelina snuggled into his arms with little Sirius between them, they felt oddly complete, like a family.

[baka-monarch]

The Borrower Spy

I did that thing I said I was gonna do- the Borrower Me thing- I did it- here it is- (btw it takes place before Dream is in prison-)

I'll reblog this later once I have drawings made since I'm going to count this as dsmp sona-

Roman ran through the rain, trying to get to the community house before the mud would begin flooding. He did not want to almost drown again. Luckily he made it just in time as he jumped onto the wooden floor, the mud where he had once stood caved into mush as the water flooded out of the dirt making a huge muddy lake. As Roman looked around he spotted the Prime Path and suddenly wondered why he hadn't just walked on it….. until the water continued to flood up and cover it. Right. That's why. If he'd been standing on the path when that happened he would've been dragged away with a current- not exactly a good thing.

Either way, he'd made it. Now all he had to do was grab some stuff from a chest and wait out the storm. Roman made his way over to one of the many huge by comparison, chests in the Community House. He didn't even bother to get out his hook, already having a small hidden door in the side of it for him to enter at the bottom. It was something he'd worked with some other Borrowers to make a while back so they could always have access to the extra resources the Beings of this server didn't need. Most of the time Borrowers came here for food, small pieces of wool, or string- but today Ran had a different goal in mind.

Weapons. It wasn't a surprize that any of his fellow Borrowers found it difficult to move around the server, there weren't enough torches in some places to keep the huge mobs from spawning, and it was difficult for Borrowers to get the supplies to make torches (as Beings seemed to have a tendency to burn up coal quickly or leave it in dangerous smealters), it was made even more difficult as they could only move during the night unless they wanted to be seen. So Roman had decided to come to the community to gather supplies for weapons- because even if not all the Borrowers he knew could fight, at least those who did would now have the proper weapons to protect those Borrowers with. What Roman had not accounted for, however, was the thunderstorm that had started halfway to the Community House. Which is how he found himself stuck for the time being- but at least he would be able to make weapons.

There was another problem though that Roman hadn't planned for that he quickly discovered through the all too familiar booming footsteps now accompanied with a loud splash each step. "Shit…" the Borrower hybrid muttered to himself as he looked out of the Community House door to see a human wearing a smiling mask running through the rain right in his direction. In a split second decision, Roman climbed into the chest and sealed the door behind him, but not before spotting a bottle. For once he was glad that his poncho was a dark purple instead of black as he climbed inside and curled up, hoping to look like a potion.

The roaring thunder almost seemed to pause as Roman listened to the footsteps get closer and closer, until they stopped in front of his chest. The world was silent for a minute as the loud creaking of a chest opening rang out around Roman, in a deafening silence that didn't even exist. The Borrower covered his mouth instinctively, as if he needed to stop the Being from hearing his breathing. He listened to the items around him being shuffled around by a huge hand that he could almost see if he looked up just enough- but he couldn't less he be caught, he didn't want to see it anyways.

Time froze when it finally happened. In slow motion, Roman watched as huge fingers wrapped around the glass holding him and began to lift it out of the chest… taking the Borrower with it. As Roman was raised to be face to face with that emotionless white mask, he felt a scream get caught in his throat. This was every Borrower's worst nightmare, and it was now happening to Roman. What was even worse was that he recognised that mask from rumors- he had been caught by none other than the infamous Dream.

"Well, isn't this interesting?" Roman could practically hear Dream's smile as they spoke. It was terrifying, but he forced a glare onto his face as he looked into the green eyes of the masked man. "A brave thing then?" Dream shook the bottle, eliciting a yelp from the Borrower. "Or not." The Being tipped the bottle, shaking it a little more as Roman tried to hold the walls, forcing the tiny hybrid to fall right into their hand.

Roman shivered at the uncomfortable warmth of the hand and tried to scoot away from the Being, but was quickly stopped by a wall of fingers behind him. Dream chuckled, pulling Roman out of his frightened state enough to go back to glaring at them.

"I assume you're here for items?" It was a simple statement, pointed by Dream tilting their head to the chest Roman had previously been hiding in.

"Y- yeah… a- and why's it matter to- to you?" Roman spoke, cringing at his own stutter. He knew it was dumb to try and talk his way out of this, but what else could he do? Even if he followed the rules he'd more than likely be killed by this person.

"Well…" It only took a millisecond for the Being's grip to change, so fast that Roman didn't even process it, before he was being squeezed Inna fist. "I can give you them- for a price" Roman barely listened as he squirmed in the fist wanting nothing more than to be let go and mlg to safety.

"H- how the fuck wo- would I even pay you back?" Roman glared up into the mask, continuing to writhe in a fist that had an unloosening grip.

"Quite easily actually, you don't even have to do anything you don't already- I just need you to listen" Dream shrugged, as if he hadn't just spat nonsense that confused the Borrower even more.

"What's… what's that supposed to mean?" He looked into those ominous eyes with confusion.

"It's your size- I need it for information, I know that you and your little friends hear a lot in those walls of your's" Finally, the Being set Roman down, as if they knew he wouldn't run… and he didn't, he was far too shocked to.

"Y- you… you know-"

"Of course I know! It's my server you think I'm not going to notice a bunch of tiny… THINGS running around?" He laughed a little. "No, I've known for a while… I could've asked any of you for this…" The Being bent over and leaned their face in close to Roman, making the Borrower stumble back. "The problem was catching you. And look! You've practically given yourself to me!!" They stood up straight again, spreading their arms, proving a point… and sending a shiver down Roman's spine.

"S- so…. You… you want information?" Dream nodded. "Information that I overhear… l- like… like a spy?" Roman hugged himself, needing the small bit of comfort as he priced it together.

"Exactly! I knew you things were smart!!" As Dream cackled in victory, the Borrower backed up, a horrible feeling of dread taking over.

"Can't- wouldn't it be better to just have a Bei- a big person- do it?" Roman fidgeted with his poncho nervously. What was he about to get himself into.

"Oh, I already do… but people can't always be around to hear everything… like when someone's alone- which is why using you would be so great!" Roman could hear their smile and hated it. "Now, of course, you'll be payed in whatever items you need"

"...What kind of items?" Roman couldn't stop his curiosity. Of course it was dumb to even be considering this but… it's not exactly easy to borrow.

"Anything you need at the time- not want, need. Food, wool, weapons-"

"Weapons!!" Roman shouted, and immediately raised his arms up in defense as he realized he'd city of what Dream had been saying…. But nothing happened.

"Yes, weapons" Dream said it slowly, a curiosity playing at his words. "Do you need weapons?" Roman hesitated with an answer, but began to nod. He doubted he would have even been able to find stone here anyways. "Then get me the information I want."

"I…." Roman paused. Would this really be worth it? Working with a human- not just a human but one that everyone seemed to hate? If he didn't they'd probably kill him anyways- but if he did…. He could help so many of his friends, and family. Besides, it's not like the events in the Beings' lives would affect Borrowers too much. What'd they even do that'd be bad, blow up all of L'manburg? Nobody would do that again after Wilbur died. "... I can do that. I'll get your information."

"Good. Then it's a deal." The Being gave his finger to the Borrower, who quickly shook it.

With that, the deal was made.

[obae-me]

Hiii! May I please request headcanons of the brothers with a MC who has hydrophobia? Thanks sweetie 💖

I wanted to do a little bit of research into it before I even posted it, and I really hope I’m not getting Aquaphobia and Hydrophobia confused. This was something new for me so I’m sorry if it’s not the best. I hope this has enough of what you want, thank you so so much for submitting! 💜

Lucifer

He already knew this about MC, so he’d try to keep them away from large bodies of water as much as he could. Luckily in the Devildom there weren’t many. Not around RAD anyway. He knows about the large lake beside Diavolo’s castle, but there’s not too many times MC would be there.

The time did come eventually. Lucifer and MC had been invited to his castle to talk more about the program. Diavolo had taken them both outside since it seemed much more pleasant than his ‘stuffy castle’. Of course he had taken them both right near that open body of water. 

This would be the first time Lucifer got to see how serious this was. It was one thing to know about and another to see it in action. He was aware of MC right beside him, starting to tremble, their hands fidgeting. Their skin has lost some of its color.

MC had never looked like this in front of him before, not even when any of him or his brothers were in demon form. They had always been too brave for their own good, a trait he had both found annoying yet endearing. He put a supportive hand on their shoulder, and as soon as the conversation was over, he led them away from the lake.

“MC, MC, breathe. You’re right here with me.” 

He covered their shoulders with his coat and stayed with them until MC caught their breath. Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. He’d have to take extra precautions to make sure they never looked like that again.

He’d ask MC to join him in his study when they got home so they could talk about it. He couldn’t make another careless mistake like this again, for their sake. 

Mammon

He is as clueless as always, but he never ever means to hurt MC intentionally. He just thought it would be fun to take them to the RAD swimming pool after hours. After all he had taken a dare earlier that day, and if he got away with it, he’d earn some serious cash. 

He read their body language as “I’m nervous to be here after hours, what if Lucifer find out” instead of “I’m terrified to be by this huge demon-sized pool” so he tries shoving them in for fun.

MC absolutely shrieked. They grabbed onto him with a death grip, shaking like a leaf about to be blown off a tree due to violent winds. So, in shorter words, intensely.

Mammon was stunned for the longest time, trying to come up with all sorts of answers in his head to why they screamed like that? Was it something he did? Did MC see something? Did they not know how to swim or something?

“Hey, hey, human it was just a joke, huh, I didn’t mean nothing by it.”

He held them close and led them outside, leaving his fun plans and money behind to take them home. He won’t soon be forgetting the piercing sound of the scream they made.

Once MC calmed down back in the House of Lamentation, they explained the ins and outs of their phobia to Mammon. Of all the things...he didn’t really think of the possibility that humans could be afraid of water.

“Dummy, why didn't you say that before?! Man now I do feel kinda like a scumbag.” 

Will become very protective now anytime too much water is involved, sticking by MC’s side constantly. Not like he doesn’t already do this already. 

Levi

He first noticed MC acting strange the first time they were in his room, and took strange steps to be as far away from his gigantic fish tank at all times. If they stayed in his room, they would make fervent glances over at it, looking more timid than usual. 

He didn’t think much of it, since MC was new and he knew nothing about normal demons much less normal humans. He noted it as quirky and forgot about it...till he tried taking MC to the beach. Their reaction was much more severe, not even getting anywhere near close to the water’s edge, almost being even to afraid to look at the vastness of it. 

When MC finally confided in him, he couldn’t help but feel as if this was somehow part of his fault. 

“Was it the gigantic sea monster I released?”

“It has nothing to do with you, Levi, I’ve had this fear for a long time.”

Levi loves water, he feels most home at it, he even sleeps in a bathtub for Diavolo’s sake. He’s always secretly waited to share that love with MC. If they’re scared though...he won’t force them. 

He’ll compare this to a scenario in a video game, just like MC has not been coded to swim. There will be some sort of barrier for them around water. This helps him understand this a bit easier. 

If MC is too uncomfortable to be around his fish tank, whenever he feels like it, he’ll bring his whole setup into their room. 

Satan

He made an educated guess that MC had this fear. He may or may not have been able to see some information about them by breaking into Lucifer’s study. Since it wasn’t often that MC came across too much water in the Devildom, he didn’t chalk it up to too big of an issue. 

He did however, reread one of his books containing all sorts of different phobias and fears, so he could at least try to be knowledgeable about it. 

One particular day, MC came home much too late. Apparently, they had made a point to take a much longer route home, just so they wouldn’t have to come across the dark and deep foreboding pond that was settled on one of the paths home.  

He admitted he may have underestimated how much of a problem this actually was.

He’ll give MC all sorts of different routes to take, ones that would do well to avoid any ponds or rivers. It was probably for the best anyway, this was the Devildom after all, and rarely were the waters free of anything that could potentially harm MC.  

He doesn’t really like water either, he’s not afraid of it like MC is, but he’ll stay away when he can. He feels more of a connection to MC because of this and will make sure he has a list of activities they both can enjoy together away on dry land.

If he feels like it’s impeding their life, he’ll try to help them overcome it.

Asmo

He was completely unaware until he got invited to a special After-RAD beach party. With MC as his plus-one, he dragged them out to mingle. 

MC doesn’t bother wearing a swimsuit, for obvious reasons, but he takes that clue in an entirely different direction. “Oh are you going to swim au-natural? So bold~”

He’s very in tune the body so he knows how it looks when it’s pleased, and how it looks when it’s distressed. 

So at the party he notices that MC’s chest is rising and falling much more than normal. Social jitters? He keeps a careful eye on them while he goes to town on the flirting. When he comes back around to MC, he sees more symptoms, the sweaty palms, the fluttering eyes, and their breathing is much more shallow now. 

Once he finds out he doesn’t stop smothering MC with attention. “Why didn’t you tell me dear? It’s okay, we don’t need the beach to have fun, we’ll leave right away, there will plenty of other parties. All the people here are lame anyway.” 

He’ll take MC back home to treat them to a spa night, something much more relaxing than that awful party. He’ll massage their shoulders, telling MC how tense they were after being there. “Poor sweet darling.” 

MC can have a spa day with Asmo whenever they want, it’s so much more fun than parties, if they were the one he was working on at least. 

Don’t worry because MC can be afraid of water all they want, but there are still plenty of ways to get wet~

Beel

He was told much later than he would’ve preferred. Having a phobia like this seemed like something MC would’ve shared with him almost immediately. He only figured it out after they shared it with him after he asked MC to watch him work out.

He wanted to change up his routine a bit, and decided to swim that day in the gym swimming pool. With MC there, he would be able to push himself further under their support. 

However, because he was so immersed in his workout, he didn’t realize MC was in the middle of a panic attack. He looked up from the water just in time to watch MC sprint out of the pool area obviously flustered. He followed them immediately, worried it was something he did. 

When he found them, they were gasping for air, tears streaking down their face. Beel wasted no time embracing them in a hug, petting their head and telling them to breathe in and out, to focus on his voice. 

Once MC could speak, they apologized, briefly explaining their fear to him. Had he known, Beel wouldn’t have even gotten them anywhere near the pool. 

He’ll fully support them, whether anyone says that their phobia is rational or not, it’s still something that terrifies them, and he doesn’t want them to feel like that ever, if he can help it. 

Belphie

He still doesn’t know a lot about MC, since...you know. He doesn’t expect MC to tell him anything either because...well...

Found it out firsthand when he invited MC out to one of his favorite napping spots. A nice little place apart from the Devildom danger. Under a lovely weeping tree right near a wide river. This spot was perfect since the rapids rushing by canceled out the normal sounds of everyday demon life. Except it didn’t drown out MC’s fear.

He had fallen asleep as soon as they got to their destination, meaning that he left MC alone to their panic. They felt alone, ridiculous, and by the time Belphie opened his eyes to check on them, they were already in a ball, shivering. 

The Demon of Sloth had hardly moved so fast to get to their side, giving them his special pillow to squeeze. When MC told him about it in choppy words, he let out a long sigh. He felt dumb. 

“Let’s get you home then, you look exhausted.” Those were the only words he said, but he made up for it in his actions. He never once let go of them on their walk back to the House of Lamentation. He let them sleep in his bed since it was state of the art, he claimed. 

MC never did discover that after they fell asleep, Belphie headed straight to Lucifer to chew him out for not telling him. Lucifer knew practically everything about MC, save for what Diavolo wouldn’t share. After he had said his piece, he went back to his shared bedroom to cuddle with them, making sure they were okay before he fell asleep this time. 

Gee, he hates how MC keeps him restless. 

[thefanficmonster]

Somebody To Remember

Andrew (The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope) x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing (maybe), slight Spoilers

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Y/N wakes up in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by unfamiliar people and with a big chunk of memories missing. She’s told she, along with her professor and classmates, was in a bus crash while passing through the town of Little Hope. From that point onward she is trying her best to contribute into the group’s efforts of finding a way out of that place and also piecing together the shards of her broken recollection.

Requested by Dot Anon! Hi there! Sorry for the long wait, but it’s finally here and I hope it makes it worth it! I love writing for Little Hope and I’m very grateful you gave me an opportunity to write for Andrew with your request! Hope you enjoy the read, looking forward to hearing more requests from you! Love, Vy ❤

My eyelids lift just barely before an intense pain takes over my entire skull. Instead of battling through it, I just shut my eyes again. I feel like my head is swimming as though I’ve been spinning in circles for the past five minutes. Speaking of the last five minutes, I don’t remember them. Actually, I can’t recall anything from...I can’t even recall how long it’s been from what I last remember. I hear voices but they aren’t clear - almost like I’m at the bottom of a lake and they are calling out to me from the shore. I make another attempt at opening my eyes, succeeding this time, despite the intense pain.

“Hey, there you are.“ Unlike the rest, this voice sounds to be closer which makes it a lot clearer and easier to understand. “Stay with me now, Y/N.“

I blink a couple times, struggling to get my eyes in focus. When I finally manage, I am met with a pair of greenish blue eyes looking back at me. 

“Hi? Um, where am I?“ I utter hesitantly, letting my gaze wander all over the picture in front of me. I see a boy who appears to be in his late teens, maybe early twenties, I can’t tell. Behind him I see a shorthaired girl and an older man talking. I tap my fingers on the surface I’m sitting on - it’s no doubt gravel. And wait, did he refer to me as Y/N? “Am I Y/N?“ As I speak, I feel a sharp sting on my cheek. I lift my hand to touch the spot where the unpleasant sensation is coming from just to pull my fingers away with a wince, seeing them covered in blood. A pit of fear and panic forms in my stomach. “What happened? Why am I bleeding?“

His eyes widen. He looks border-line horrified as he backs away from me, never taking his eyes off me, though. “Professor, can you come here for a sec?” He says, his hand waving over the older man.

He walks over and crouches next to the boy. “What’s wrong? How are you feeling, Y/N?” He’s looking at me when he asks the question, so I can only assume I really am Y/N.

“She can’t remember anything.“ The boy says, his voice shaky due to what seems like panic, “What do we do?“

I switch my focus between the two, the panic growing stronger within me as well. The professor contemplates his next move carefully before calling out to the girl who is trying to catch a signal with her phone in the air. “Hey Taylor, give me your phone. I need a light.”

“Coming!“ The girl power walks to us, a smile spreading on her face when our eyes meet, “Oh thank God you’re awake, Y/N! I was terrified!“

I brave through the pain so I can return her smile, “Yeah, I’m happy to be awake too. Would be happier if I could recall anything though.”

Her expression morphs into the same one the boy had when I insinuated that I don’t remember anything. Putting her initial shock aside, she hands the professor her phone. He holds it above my face so the screen could illuminate any injuries I might have. Or the injuries I definitely have cause this headache is most certainly not the result of dehydration or lack of sleep.

“I can see some blood beyond your hairline and a cut on your temple, but that’s it. You are probably concussed. Don’t freak out, though, if you can still make sense you’ll be alright.“ He assures me. “I’m John, by the way, your professor. This is Andrew.“ he points to the boy. “I’m your professor, these two, and the other two we don’t really know the whereabouts of are your classmates. This was supposed to be our field trip for a project, but we got in a crash. That’s how you got those cuts and bruises. But, again, don’t worry we will be just fine. Your memories will come back sooner or later.“

Taylor chuckles, “I wouldn’t worry too much. She’s still got her sarcasm.”

“You bet I do.“ I choose to lift the heaviness of the situation, remove the worries from the group. I feel like I owe it to them for not remembering who they are while they obviously care about me. “Now help me up, I don’t plan on sitting here any longer. It’s quite uncomfortable.“

The professor and Andrew lifted me off the ground by my arms, steadying me on my feet. Concussed or not, I have to be prepared for a night of wandering around in a dark and foggy ghost-town. I can’t be a weakling and depend on my team the whole time.

                                                                *  *  *

My head hurts even more now, I didn’t know that was even possible. Whatever expectations I had for this night, they got thrown out the window the second Andrew and Angela were dragged five centuries back in time. Oh yeah, I also met the two other classmates John mentioned - Angela, who’s a very...interesting woman. She is a little high-maintenance and a little stuck up, but nothin I can’t tolerate. Unlike Taylor who I’m afraid will kill the woman just by glaring; and Daniel who is the complete opposite. He’s kind and sweet and really in love with Taylor. They are very cute together. Despite Angela’s attitude it’s clear that she deeply cares about John. I can tell the feeling’s mutual.

But demons and witches aside, my memory that’s slowly repairing is what’s bothering me most. The fragments that are coming back to me are so disconnected from each other and so far apart, it’s almost like I’m just making them all up to fill in the blanks. I’ve gathered most memories for Taylor, who I think is my best friend and some of Daniel, who is also a good friend of mine. Hell, I can even recall a bickering session I’ve had with Angela and I faintly remember arguing with John about a grade. But nothing of Andrew. Not a single memory involving him. I even pulled Taylor aside to ask her if Andrew and I were even friends before this. Her answer only made me feel worse, though. She seemed rather upset when I told her I can’t remember anything regarding him. She said she was surprised. When I asked her why she gave me a vague response that she assumed I’d remember him most. 

Well thanks a lot, Taylor. 

I’ve only started exhausting my brain even more now that her words are stuck in my mind.

‘That’s surprising. One would think you’d remember him first.‘

We’re currently taking a break to catch our breath. The past few hours are just a jumble of running away from these terrifying creatures and being pulled back in time. I can’t piece the logic of anything that has happened and it’s bothering me, probably more than it should.

“Hey, you ok? You’ve been cracking and biting your knuckles for a while now.“ Andrew’s voice shakes me out of my trance. He puts a comforting hand on my shoulder, sitting down next to me.

That’s another thing that has been bugging me - his touch. It’s so damn familiar and so natural! I can’t explain it, but every time he touches me, it just feels like his hand belongs there. It sounds ridiculous, I’m aware, but it’s true. I feel so horrible that I can’t remember anything about him - the fact that he has been my biggest support and comfort this whole time isn’t making me feel any better either. He hasn’t left my side for even as much as a second.

“Yeah, just frustrated. And I’d be lying if I said I’m not scared right now.“ I decide to rant and just get everything off my mind, I feel like he’ll understand. “I can’t piece anything together. Not from what’s happening to us and most certainly not from my past. So many large chunks are missing and it’s driving me mad.“ I cover my face with my hands, “I wish I could understand at least 10% of this insanity. That would be enough to give me peace.”

I can no longer feel him touching my shoulder. Instead, his hands take gentle hold of my wrists, pulling them away from my face. Holding both my hands with one of his, he uses the other to lift my chin so our eyes meet. “It’s OK, Y/N. I know how hard this is for you. I understand this is taking an even bigger toll on you than it is on us. Just know that you can trust us. I mean, it’s not like we know any more than you do, but if anything attacks you, we’ll make sure you make it out alive.” He swipes his thumb over my cheekbone. “I would go through a beheading for you, believe it or not.”

I can’t help but laugh, “I believe you, Andrew. Thank you. Just know that it goes both ways.” I squeeze his hand.

I do believe him. I believe all of them. I have faith in this team and I trust it with my life. I trust Andrew with every fiber of my being.

                                                             *  *  *

It’s over. I can hardly believe it. I can’t believe it.

“We can leave it’s over! Oh my God, it’s over!“ Taylor excitedly engulfs me in a tight hug. Tears are streaming down her face. Tears of relief and joy.

I return the hug with the same amount of strength and tenderness, “I can’t believe it’s over. Oh my God.”

“It is. It really is.“ she whispers to me reassuringly before pulling away and giving me one final encouraging nod.

We are finally free to leave that ruin of a house and this town in its entirety. We can now leave it all behind. We can go home.

I watch as Daniel wraps his arm around Taylor’s shoulders pulling her closer to his side. I see the encouraging smiles of pure happiness that John and Angela exchange. I feel all the positivity radiating off of them.

A gentle warm hand takes hold of my frozen and bruised one. I tilt my head to see Andrew falling in step with me. The warm smile on his face confirms what Taylor told me - the nightmare is indeed over. With the horrors left far behind us and 80% of my memory having returned, I feel reborn.

“Feels amazing, doesn’t it?“ He asks, his grip on my hand is tender but firm - he’s afraid of accidentally letting me slip from his grip, but also afraid of causing me pain by touching the many cuts that litter my skin.

“Words can’t describe it.“ I say with a content sigh, instinctively intertwining our fingers together.

And that puts together the remaining 20% that are missing. That special and intimate contact makes something in my brain click.

I stop dead in my tracks, causing Andrew to stop with me. He raises a confused eyebrow at me. “What’s wrong?”

A laugh escapes my lips, a huge grin plastering itself on my face. “You’re my boyfriend.” 

His eyes go even wider than when I told him I didn’t remember anything. This time it’s due to a different emotion. 

He stutters, “You remember?”

I nod eagerly, “We’ve been dating for seven months now. Daniel introduced us. Taylor kept teasing us saying we should date. We went on our first date more as a joke for the amusement of two of them and then....”

He cuts me off by hugging me twice as tightly as Taylor did. He has put every last bit of his energy into this hug and I’m returning it with every last bit of mine.

“Welcome back completely, Y/N.“ He says, pulling away while still keeping his arms wrapped around me. 

“Glad to be back finally.“ I can’t wipe the dopey grin off my face, not that I’m even trying to at this point.

With zero regards for our audience of four, Andrew presses his lips to mine, marking my return to our reality with a love-filled kiss.

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Useless warning pt. 2|2 [Sirius Black x Reader] - Challenge

Title: Useless warning pt. 2  ➔ Useless warning pt. 1, Here! Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Word count: 3.5k Published: 2 August, 2020 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Challenge: [x] [x] Notes: This is the second part for Amelia's Writing Challenge [ @hufflefluff-writer​ ], where I had to use the prompt - I would like to state once again that I have nothing against Marlene. I just needed her to be in a negative spotlight for the story.

"I told you not to fall in love with me!"

Summary: Sirius is one of your best friends who happens to be dating Marlene. She isn’t particularly a good friend of yours, but you do get along. She agrees to go out with Sirius, all the while she is aware of your feelings. Things get complicated as you are unable to keep your feelings to yourself anymore.

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Weeks passed by slower than ever, but Sirius was unable to make a decision. You kept stealing playful glances, occasional touches as your hands not-so accidentally brushed together, whilst walking past each other on the corridor. You met up to talk a couple of times, but nothing happened other than the one kiss on the day of your confession.

You started becoming impatient.

You watched as he kissed Marlene daily, making you feel even more pained than before. You finally knew that he was feeling something for you, but he was still with Marlene to your dismay. You were terrified of the thought that he would choose her. You knew he was debating what to do, but while you where sidelined, Marlene had the upper hand of being by his side.

Remus was very well informed on everything that happened between you and Sirius. He did give you some information on him when you felt lost in your feelings, but mostly kept Sirius' words to himself. He was a loyal friend after all and didn't want to betray his friend's trust. Of course, you accepted it without hesitation.

By this time though, you were at a tipping point, feeling helpless. It's been about five weeks since you have opened up to Sirius and your hope was almost completely destroyed. Your thoughts on being rejected once again have returned and you slowly started to accept that Sirius wouldn't chose you. The way he wrapped his arms around Marlene, the loving glances he has shared with her, confirmed your suspicions.

You sat at one of the windows of the Owlery, one leg on the ledge, the other hanging off from the inside. You were looking at the scene in front of you, watching as the sky changed colour from its original blue shade to a dark orange colour while the sun was slowly disappearing on the horizon.

You didn't even know when your tears started slowly falling, you only realised it when you felt the slightly salty taste in your mouth, whilst running your tongue across your lips.

"What are you doing here?" You heard a voice, but you didn't have to turn to know your visitor. Remus stepped closer to you, joining you in watching the view with an amused look across his face.

"Just thinking." You replied. Remus leaned closer and removed the tear drops from your cheek with his thumb.

"They don't seem like happy thoughts." He stated and you shook your head in confirmation. "What are you thinking about?" He asked curiously.

"Nothing much." You replied nonchalantly.

"Come on, Y/N, you can talk to me." He tried to encourage you. In return you let out a deep sigh, trying to collect your thoughts.

"I'm... I'm giving up Remus. I just can't do this anymore." You spoke weakly, your eyes still watching over the Hogwarts grounds. From your peripheral vision you barely caught a frown appear across his brows.

"Y/N, don't do this. Just give him a bit of time." He tried to convince you.

"How much time, Remus? It's been over a month. I can not to keep watching him embrace her every single day. I can not handle the pain I feel when he kisses her right in front of me. I can't deal with this anymore." You shook your head, defeat falling upon you.

"Look, I am not asking you to wait another month, just maybe a couple of days." He tried again, unsuccessfully.

"I can't, Remus. It's too painful. If I knew he didn't have feelings for me, just like how I thought it was before, I could deal with it. But this feeling of not knowing what he wants and waiting for something to happen is killing me. Believe me, I wish I could give him more time, but I can not. I'm exhausted." Your voice was weak and beat. You never felt worse in your life. Your emotions have taken you on a rollercoaster, which never really took you high, but mostly fell endlessly.

You climbed off the window seal and faced Remus, giving him a painful smile, before you walked around him and left him alone, heading to your dormitory to sleep away your sorrow.

The following day you woke up late, feeling relived that it was a Saturday. You rolled around in your bed lazily, wishing this day to be just over. You already planned out the monologue you were to give Sirius, although you knew you wouldn't say it. It was always like that. You planned what you wanted to say, but when it came to the situation, you could never get yourself to repeat your well thought out words.

There was no hesitation in you when you got out of your bed. You had to end feeling sorry for yourself and waiting for him to make a decision, which he clearly couldn't. It just proved to you that he didn't appreciate you as much as he cared for Marlene. Although it was tearing your heart apart, you somehow expected it. You simply thought of yourself as a stupid naive little teenager, who shouldn't have believed in a fairytale happy ending. They were fairytales for a reason. They had no basis for reality.

You walked down to the Great Hall to grab your breakfast. The first sight you caught was Marlene running her hands through Sirius' lush locks, forming a lump to appear in your throat. That was exactly the feeling you have been trying to avoid for the longest time, unsuccessfully.

You walked over to the table, not even taking a seat, grabbing two pieces of croissants. As soon as you had your breakfast in your hands you were about to leave, but Remus' voice stopped you.

"Where are you going?" He asked suspiciously.

"I have a few things to take care of." You replied and turned on your heels, leaving the others behind.

You walked down to the Lake and sat down at the trunk of a gigantic Willow, its branches covering you from the bright sun shining your way. You bit into the croissant you hid in the pocket of your hoodie and watched the silent waves of the water as they moved along with the chilly wind.

Your thoughts wondered back to the scenario you witnessed in the Great Hall. You could feel as the lump returned in your throat. You fought hard against the little pricks in your eyes, trying to stop your tears from leaving their place. Sirius was not worth your tears anymore. He knew how you felt and he still hurt you. His logic was beyond you, but you didn't even want to understand him anymore.

You could hear silent footsteps getting closer to you and a form sitting down beside you. You didn't have to think about your visitor's identity, his cologne gave him away immediately.

"Hey." Sirius greeted you.

"Hey." You replied, not even taking your eyes off the water. You didn't even want to look at his face anymore.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, curiosity clear in his voice.

"Peachy." You replied firmly.

"Just talk to me please, without all this hard exterior." He tried in a softer tone, hoping to get to a better part of you.

"Why would I want to talk to you?" You asked, face emotionless, eyes still fixed on the waves.

"What do you mean?" He asked, his head tilted sideways.

"I have nothing to talk to you about." You said harshly.

"Why are you being so distant?" He questioned your though behaviour.

"I am not." You shrugged casually.

"Okay, something is wrong with you." He furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Nothing is wrong with me. Finally after a month I am feeling content again." You stated, your voice nonchalant.

"What happened?" He asked, his voice shaky as if he knew already. You turned your head to be able to look into his grey orbs.

"I finally decided, that I am done waiting for you to make a decision, that you clearly already made, but forgot to inform me about." You spoke in a laid-back manner, his surprised expression leaving you unfazed.

"Wait, what? I didn't decide anything." His speech was rushed out of panic.

"Well, I guess than I did. Now you don't have to make a decision." You shrugged.

"Y/N, don't do this. Just give me a bit of time." He was almost begging you, but you stayed composed.

"I am not going to be dragged around. My feelings are not a playground, Sirius. I'm fed up of waiting for you, watching you enjoy yourself with Marlene. Screw this situation, screw my feelings, screw your feelings. I really can not be bothered to care about any of this anymore." You shrugged with a detached expression across your face.

"You can't do this. I know you still love me." He tried to convince you which made you let out an annoyed scoff.

"Noone said I didn't. Feelings don't just disappear, because you want them to. I am simply saying, that I do not care anymore. You had a month to make a decision, but you are still unable to do it. I clearly am not important enough for you to leave Marlene, which I accepted. I just wish you had the courage to say it to my face." You concluded the conversation and stood up from your place.

"Y/N, wait." He called after you, but you just turned around and gave him a sceptical look.

"Do not ever dare to tell me to wait." You replied and turned back towards the castle, leaving Sirius to process your words.

You didn't have energy to care about anything anymore. You just went up to your room and gazed at the wooden ceiling, lost in your self-destructive thoughts. You wanted nothing but Sirius to be yours, but you knew that you couldn't have dealt with his indecisive behaviour any longer. You might have been a bit naive, but you did have your pride, which didn't let you swoon over him anymore. You deserved better and you finally realised it.

A couple of hours later you went down to the common room, where a rather resentful look welcomed you from Marlene. You didn't have time to take the last step off the stairs, she stood in front of you with an irate expression. You raised a brow at her behaviour, crossing your arms in front of your chest, feeling attacked by the look on her face.

"Are you happy now?" She raised her voice louder than you would have liked.

"I'm sorry, what?" You asked, not being able to follow her train of thoughts.

"You must be glad." She stated in a hateful manner.

"I wish I knew what you are talking about, but I haven't the slightest clue." You replied in surprise. You had your fair share of welcomes in your life, but hers had to top it all.

"Don't act innocent. He broke up with me. And I know it's all your fault." She pointed her finger at your chest, pocking into your skin firmly.

"What?" You asked in the shock of realisation. He has left her indeed. He finally left her. But he was nowhere near you. He made a decision which didn't involve you, nor Marlene. If anything, it hurt even more to know that you weren't even an option after all. It was Marlene or noone.

"He left me for you, you dumb woman." She screeched, making your eardrums painfully pulse. You scoffed at her reply, before voicing your opinion.

"If he left you for me, then where is he? Because I am quite certain he is not here. So before you go around and accuse people, check your facts." You stated and pushed past her, knocking your shoulder against hers as you left her in a shocked state.

"I hate you." She screamed after you. You turned around and gave her a sceptical look.

"Anything new?" You asked, your voice beyond annoyed "You hated me from the moment you realised, that I loved him." You shrugged.

"No. I hated you from the moment I realised he loved you." She hissed through gritted teeth.

"You what?" Your eyes grew wide at her statement. "You knew?" You asked in disbelief. "You knew all along?" You repeated yourself in astonishment.

"Of course, I did." She crossed her arms in front of her chest, lifting his head higher proudly. "I overheard a conversation between Sirius and Remus way before we got together. I didn't want to let you have him, so I didn't say a word." She let out a devilish chuckle, forcing goosebumps to appear on your skin.

"You knew that I loved him and you knew that he loved me. Still you decided to meddle." You scoffed at her despicable behaviour. "You know what? You actually deserve each other more than you think." You hissed as you were about to leave, but another voice stopped you.

"Y/N, wait." He called after you. You turned around to meet his grey orbs only for a mere second, before he turned to Marlene. "Why didn't you say anything?" He asked, his tone beyond irritated.

"As I said, I wanted you for myself." She spoke firmly, placing her hand on his biceps. "If you knew the truth, you would have ran into her arms. I couldn't let that happen." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"You are disgusting." Sirius spit his words, making Marlene stunned. Your eyes wondered between the two, before you decided that you have had enough of them. You walked out of the common room, leaving their bickering behind. You didn't need their negative energy, you were a walking bomb ready to explode, on your own.

You barely walked a couple of meters, when a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, swiftly turning you around.

"Where are you going?" Sirius asked, his grip still strong against your skin.

"Away." You shrugged nonchalantly. "I didn't want to listen to you anymore." You stated firmly, trying to get out of his hold.

"You know I broke up with her, right?" He asked, a small glint of hope in his eyes.

"So? You are just as bad as her. She knew we had feelings for each other and she decided to get involved with you anyway. You knew I loved you and you were still unable to make a decision, knowing very well that it was hurting me. You are actually the perfect couple. Go back to her." You heaved a sigh as you finally managed to get out of his hold.

However your attempt to walk away was unsuccessful. He grabbed your wrist stronger than before and pushed you against the corridor wall, caging you in with his arms.

"I am sorry. I really am. I didn't know how I felt and it just seemed comfortable the way things were. That is until you told me that you have had enough. That you didn't want me anymore. That you have given up. It just all downed on me. I didn't want to lose you." He tried to explain his feelings in the softest manner he could manage, but you have made up your mind already.

"Well, it's too late. You should have thought about it before. You had more than a month to do so." You shrugged dismissively.

"I know and believe me, I regret letting it go this far." He sighed deeply, his grey orbs full of guilt.

"At least you learned from it." You replied, your though demeanour unmoved. You tried to get out of his boxing arms as he ran his fingers through his hair but he caught you just in time.

"I will not let you go this time." He stated firmly.

"You can't keep me here forever." You offered him a sceptical look, but instead of a genuine thought, a mischievous smirk appeared on his face.

"You want to bet?" He asked playfully, making you frown as you were having trouble in comprehending what was going on.

"It's not a game, Sirius. I told you my opinion and with that I have concluded whatever it was between us. I do not care about you anymore." You tried to finally get out of this weird situation, however Sirius had different ideas. He took a step closer to you, his breath fanning your face lightly, forcing you to inhale his mixed scent of menthol and woody cologne.

"That's a lie and you know it. You love me and your feelings didn't change a bit. I understand that you are pissed off, hell you can hate on me as long as you want, but it doesn't change the fact that you love me." His tone was confident, borderline cocky.

"You really have the nerves to talk about my feelings, whilst you don't even know what you want? You must be kidding me." You scoffed at his assertive behaviour.

"I know what I want. I want you!" He stated, unfazed.

"Right." You rolled your eyes, annoyed. You didn't have any energy left in you to play his stupid little games anymore. You were emotionally burned out, exhausted. You just wanted out.

"I'm being genuine. I want you, Y/N." He lifted his hand to caress your cheek with his thumb, but you harshly pushed it away.

"That ship has sailed." You replied.

"What do you want me to do to make you believe me?" He raised his voice, throwing his hands in the air in agitation.

"Nothing. Just leave me alone. Please." You were almost begging him.

"No." He shook his head in disagreement. "I will not. I finally realised that I want you and I know that you want me too. I will not give up." He continued, his tone harsh, but still somehow caring. "I have made a mistake, perhaps more than one, but I will not make the same mistake again. I will not let you go." He stated decisively, leaving a couple of seconds for you to process, before he continued. "I love you and I want you to be with me!" He declared his feelings. Your heart skipped a beat at his words, his words seeming ever so genuine to your ears. You wanted to believe him, you wanted to think he was speaking the truth, but you were still hurting. "Please say something." His tone was begging, making you feel guilty all of a sudden. You heaved a deep sigh, before you found your voice.

"How do I know that you won't hurt me again?" You spoke weakly.

"You don't. That's why I am asking you to just give me a chance to prove you how much I love you. Just one chance. I promise, you will not regret it. Just trust me, please." He got hold of your hands, pulling them into his strong grasp, squeezing them gently. You leaned forward, placing your forehead against his chest as you heaved a deep sigh. "Just one chance." He whispered into your ear. You leaned back, looking up into his grey orbs, unable to avoid to see his hope-filled expression.

"Only one." You replied hesitantly, but before you knew it, a huge grin appeared across his face and in no time his hands were on your cheeks and his lips were attached to yours, lovingly capturing your heart once again. You could feel all the feelings he has poured into the kiss. He wasn't just kissing you for the pleasure of it. He tried to convey how much you meant to him and you could have not missed his need for you.

You returned the kiss just as passionately, running your fingers through his rich hair, lightly tugging at the end, making him lightly growl at your actions. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer to his warm body.

"Thank you." He whispered as he pulled away, his smile even bigger than before. You knew you shouldn't have given in so easily, but you just couldn't deny how much you needed him too. You were craving for his presence, even when you didn't know about his feelings. But knowing that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, made you realise that you would have been stupid not to give in. "I love you so much." He whispered into your ear unexpectedly.

"I love you too, you idiot." You replied with a gigantic grin across you face, before you met his lips once again.

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Ronarry headcanons (part 1: Burgeoning feelings)

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AU where Harry falls for Ron. 

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‘If you want to kill Harry, you’ll have to kill us too!’

That was the moment that Harry began to see his best friend in a different light. Ron had always been special to him, but never before had Harry felt his heart ache when he did so much about thought about him.

He didn’t have time to think too much about it at the time, but -in the weeks and months that followed- it continued to weigh on Harry’s mind, no matter how he tried to ignore it.

This was normal, right? To have your heart ache when you thought about your best friend? To be unable to take your eyes off him whenever he spoke? To want nothing more than to make him happy?

Harry had never had a best friend before Ron, but he really hoped that these were normal feelings to have towards your best friend. He couldn’t bare to think that Ron might see him as… creepy or something.

Over that summer, these thoughts continued to swirl in Harry’s mind. Hopefully, his letters to Ron weren’t betraying anything. Besides, Harry fancied Cho Chang! The thought of going with Ron to the Quidditch World Cup was tantalising, though, especially knowing that he’d be staying at the Burrow afterwards.

When Ron exploded out of the Dursley’s fireplace, his smile wide and his blue eyes sparkling in the summer sun, Harry felt his heart double in size, and he hoped dearly that he wasn’t blushing as Ron hugged him.

Ron had looked so cheerful and full of life as they chatted in his attic room. Harry had found it difficult not to smile like an idiot whenever the redhead made a joke. He almost wished Hermione wasn’t there, but chided himself for it. That wasn’t fair to her.

Sleeping in the same room as Ron was rather nice too. He’d never thought much about it before, but –after the summer break- he had grown much more aware of it. He hoped he would cope okay when they were sharing their dormitory again at Hogwarts.

The Quidditch World Cup had been exhilarating. Although Harry had been very confused by the Veela; yes, he had caught up in their spell, but he had been unable to meet Ron’s eyes immediately afterwards. Almost like he was ashamed that Ron had seen him like that. If Ron had noticed this, he hadn’t commented on it, probably understanding that Harry felt uncomfortable about it.

When they had later run into Veela again, Harry had felt a weird feeling stir in his chest as he pulled Ron away from them. He probably would have dismissed it, but Hermione seemed to be just as annoyed by it. Harry felt anxiety creep through his heart. No… why did that bother him?

Flash forward a few months, and Harry is devastated. Ron wasn’t talking to him, he could possibly die in the first Triwizard task, and half the school seemed to hate him. But it was Ron’s absence that was the worst. He’d said some things that he hadn’t meant, but it had been too late. He’d called Ron an idiot, and they had barely spoken since. Ron thought he had deliberately joined the tournament, and probably thought Harry was a liar as a result.

Hermione had tried to get them to reconcile, but Harry didn’t dare tell her just how much he missed Ron. He could barely admit it to himself and -besides- he had reservations about explaining things with Ron to Hermione anyway. He had a horrible feeling things would get worse if he did tell her.

The first task had finished, and Ron had approached him, looking very pale and worried. Before Harry realised what he was saying, the two of them had made things up. Harry tried not to smile too much; he didn’t want Ron to realise just how much he’d missed him. He’d probably think it was weird, anyway.

After that, things had improved. He had Ron back by his side, and life seemed to be looking up. But then the Yule Ball had been announced, and Harry had found his stomach squirming with nerves for reasons he wasn’t sure he could describe.

It had only been when Hermione suggested that Harry ask Cho Chang to the ball, that Harry had realised what the issue was. He didn’t want to go with anyone but Ron.

Harry was ashamed to admit it, but he was almost glad that Ron hadn’t been asked by anyone. But that didn’t mean he could just go and ask Ron.

‘I heard Dean and Seamus are going together.’

Harry choked on his mug of tea.

‘W-what? T-to the ball, you mean?’

‘Yeah,’ Ron said. ‘Apparently, Justin is going with Ernie too.’

‘I didn’t know they were a couple.’

Ron shrugged.

‘I think they’re just going as friends.’

‘Oh… s-so people can do that, then? Go as friends?’

Ron looked up at Harry, noticing his fidgeting.

‘Mate, what’s wrong? You okay-’

‘Doyouwannagoballwithme?’

‘Er… what?’

‘Do-do you want to go to the ball with me?’

Ron stared at Harry for a second.

‘N-nevermind,’ Harry said. ‘I know. Silly idea. I shouldn’t have-’

‘No, it’s a great idea,’ Ron said. ‘This way, you get a partner without having to worry, and I don’t look like a shmuck stood on my own.’

‘Y-you mean it? You don’t mind going with me?’

‘Course I don’t mind.’ Ron replied, grinning. ‘You’re my best mate, after all. We’ll have a great time.’

Harry smiled back, trying not to blush.

‘Yeah, exactly.’

At that moment, Hermione arrived through the portrait hole. As she approached the two boys, her eyes flicked between them, looking confused.

‘What’s got you two in such a good mood?’

‘No reason,’ Ron said, airily.

Hermione fixed Harry with a suspicious look. The boy who lived took another sip of his pumpkin juice, before discussing that Ginny was going with Neville to the ball.

After what seemed like no time at all, Christmas Day had passed, and Harry was changing into his dress robes.

‘Looking good, mate.’

Ron grinned at him, and Harry turned away so the redhead wouldn’t see him blushing.

‘Thanks,’ he said. ‘How could you’re not changed yet?’

Ron groaned.

‘Kind hoping I could just go in my school robes.’

Harry turned back to him, noticing Ron’s tone.

‘We can fix your dress robes. We can use diffindo on the lacey stuff, and use a colour change spell. We can ask Hermione to-’

‘Can we keep this just between us?’ Ron said, quickly. ‘I don’t like bothering her about this stuff. Especially since she’s probably getting ready herself. Do… do you know who she’s going with, by the way?’

Harry shrugged, feeling another anxious feeling cross his heart.

After Ron put on his robes, Harry used diffindo on the cuffs, and -with the help of Dean (who was quite artistic)- changed the colour of Ron’s robes to black, with a blue lining to match Ron’s eyes. Harry really did wonder why Mrs Weasley hadn’t just done this herself before she sent them off; she was a talented witch, after all. Was she really that busy?

Deciding that Ron’s next birthday present from him was going to bed a set of new robes, Harry stood back to look as the redhead stared at his robes in the mirror. He looked very handsome, and Harry couldn’t stop himself grinning at Ron’s overjoyed expression.

The Ball itself swept by fairly quickly. No-one seemed to be bothered that Harry was going with Ron, possibly because they were inseparable anyway. Whatever it was, Harry was glad that people weren’t staring weird at them. He wanted this night to be perfect. And -with Ron on his arm- the night was shaping up to be very wonderful indeed.

He did wish that Ron would stop staring moodily at Viktor Krum, though. It had been something of a shock to see Hermione with the Bulgarian. Although it was apparently more shocking for Ron.

As soon as the dinner ended, Harry immediately pulled Ron as far away from Krum and Hermione as possible. After a bit of dancing, Ron seemed to relax a bit, and even swung Harry around a few times. Harry even forgot about Cho and Cedric dancing a few feet away. With Ron dancing close to him, his worries seemed to melt away.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry noticed Hermione glaring at them.

After the song ended, Ron bent down and –winking- kissed Harry’s hand. Harry felt his pulse quicken, and his face flush as they made their way over to the drinks table.

This couldn’t be….surely not….

Harry had spent the next few weeks desperately trying to ignore the feelings pulsing in his heart whenever he looked at Ron. But then the second task had happened, and Harry had spent the entire time in the water terrified that he was about to lose Ron.

After they broke the surface of the lake, Ron had awoken from his magical slumber, and Harry -without thinking- had thrown his arms around the redhead.

‘What? Harry? Mate, you alright?’

‘Fine!’ Harry laughed happily, wiping a tear from his eye. ‘Never better.’

It was at this moment that Hermione -watching from the shoreline- felt her stomach drop as she stared at her two best friends.

The rest of the year seemed to pass fairly quickly, until the third task. The night that had changed everything. And Harry found himself sat in a bed in the hospital wing, being hugged by Mrs Weasley and dearly wishing Ron couldn’t see him cry.

After Mrs Weasley had pulled away, Ron wrapped his arms around Harry, and the raven-haired boy found himself unable to stop crying in the redheads shoulder, holding onto him for dear life. He didn’t want to lose anyone else. Especially Ron.

Harry was dreading the final day of term. He dragged his feet onto the platform at Kings Cross, hoping to put off the inevitable.

Ron pulled him into a hug, and Harry wished he wouldn’t ever have to let go. It was shocking just how much had changed over the course of barely a year.

But, despite all the danger in front of them all, Harry was buoyed by the knowledge that Ron would be by his side. And –bidding both Ron and Hermione goodbye- Harry left the station with the Dursleys.

[luca-moreno]

“Does it ever stop hurting?” “No, you just make room for it.” (isaac)

post war terra nova --

Luca does his best to block out the soft, breathy moans drifting from down the hallway. He’s used to them by now, but he’s not used to the teeny tiny pang of envy that curls around his heart when he hears them. Not envy for either of them, but envy for just… someone.

He tugs on the soft folds of his quilt and gathers up his pillow to make his way through the quiet farmhouse. The front door is sealed only by a screen to keep the bugs out and the floorboards creak ever so slightly under his feet. He’s tread them so often now, he knows which boards are louder than others, where to place his feet to creep through the darkness. Outside he can see the moon reflecting across the surface of the lake and he shuffles barefoot through the damp grass towards the small dock that juts over the water. And overhead, the stars are bright and expansive in a cloudless sky, so vibrant in the deep night it feels like he can reach up and touch them. These are the times on Terra Nova he likes the best, when the sparkle presses down on him and he can lie back and imagine he’s still right up there amongst them.

He drops the quilt to the dock along with his pillow and lies back, hands behind his head as he tracks the movements of the distant solar systems. The night wasn’t quiet, too noisy with the native nocturnal flora and fauna echoing soft calls and rustling through the wildflowers. It had been one of the hardest things to get used to when Isaac had brought him here. That and the wide, open skies and the smells of so much earth. Everything was so fresh and wild here and Terra Nova was beautiful away from the ravaged cities. Isaac had been lucky that the farm had been saved from the reapers, but Luca was luckier that Isaac had insisted in sharing it with him.

Sometimes Luca had to sit back and wonder how it had all happened to him. A home and a family and a future far beyond what he could ever have dreamed for himself all wrapped up in one.

He’s still watching the stars wheel overhead when the vibration of footsteps echo through the dock. Luca doesn’t bother to sit up yet. He recognizes that solid tread, knows exactly who it is before he even lowers himself beside him.

“What are you doing out here all alone?” Isaac asks him quietly.

Luca pulls himself up so he can sit shoulder to shoulder with the other man. “How did you know?”

“I heard you creeping. It’s that fourth step, gives you away every time.”

“I’ll remember that for next time.”

Isaac hums thoughtfully then, - “Did we, uh... Were we too loud?”

Luca’s glad for the dark to hide the twitch of his mouth. There wasn’t much that rattled his captain- no, Admiral now, but any mention of his very active newlywed status was one of them. Luca shakes his head.

“No, don’t worry. I’ve been awake for a while. Couldn’t sleep. I dunno, just those post war blues, I guess.”

“Luca,” Isaac sighs. “You know you can talk to me, son. About anything but if you need to talk to a pro-“

“No,” Luca waves him off. “Nah, not that. I’m okay, really. Well, maybe a little sore and tired from all the work you’ve been making me do around here because boy, launching drones and hacking unfriendly AI's is absolutely nothing like building fences and milking cows or planting... and oh, sweet khalahira, that’s it isn’t it? I’ve found you out. I’ve uncovered your scheme. It was your devious plan all along, wasn’t? Befriend the stray and establish trust, then drag them back to your colony to make them work for you as slave labor on your farm.” Luca shakes his head disapprovingly and with great drama. “Admiral Cerrillo, I’ve discovered your nefarious plot. I'm disappointed in you.”

Isaac chuckles in spite of himself. “You have been spending far too much time with my mother, Luc. You almost sound just like her.”

“Well, someone has to keep you in line-“

Luca’s comment is joined word for word by another voice, this one high and sweet. He looks up to find Eva walking onto the dock, a pale lace shawl around her shoulders to protect her from any chill and a curtain of pale hair loose around her head. Her grin is a flash of white in the darkness.

“See,” Luca elbows Isaac as Eva takes a seat on his other side and loops her arm through his. “It’s not just me.”

“I don’t know if I should be amused or terrified,” Isaac says dryly. “Maybe I shouldn’t be leaving tomorrow after all if it just means you’re all going to gang up on me.”

Luca tries very hard not to let the dark pit in his stomach leak too heavily into his heart at that thought. The closest thing he had to a father, and one of his most favorite people in the galaxy was going to be leaving them again.

It was hard enough for him and Mara, he can't even imagine how hard it will be for Eva.

But then Eva is nothing if not strong.

She props her chin on his shoulder, as though sensing the thread of his thoughts. Somewhere off in the distance, there’s a small splash of something diving into the lake. If he’s lucky, the fog might creep in and he’ll be able to stand in a cloud again.

“Are you alright, Lulu?” she asks him softly.

He leans into her, ignoring the question. He’s not sure what he is these days.

"Sure," he shrugs. "Why are you guys both up now, anyway? Did you get lost on your way to the kitchen looking for sustenance before round-”

“Fourth step,” Eva reminds him with a squeeze of her red painted nails against his arm. She's chuckling though. “Gives you away every time you sneak out.”

“That damn floorboard,” Luca mock growls just as Isaac says, “See, that’s what I told him.”

They laugh together and Luca leans further into Eva’s warmth. It’s nowhere near the closest season on the colony, but it was cold enough that the slight breeze off the lake makes his skin prickle and he shivers.

He refuses to admit it could be anything else.

“Does it ever stop hurting?” Luca asks suddenly, the question bubbling up inside of him and falling out of his mouth before he has a chance to stop it. He's ignored it for so long, pretended it didn't exist - he wants to regret it, to hunch down and hide his face, but some how he can't find the energy to do so anymore.

That was the worst part, he thinks. The sapping grief that made it hard to even function.

"Oh, Lulu," Eva murmurs as she pulls him into a hug. Luca sobs once into her chest as Isaac squeezes his shoulder with a soothing gentleness.

“No," he says softly. "You just make room for it.”

"I hate it," Luca mumbles. "It's stupid and it hurts and I didn't mean to wake up sad and make you both come out here. You don’t have to be here. I was trying to give you space. You know, because it’s the last night and all and... you guys love each other and I love you both and-”

Isaac squeezes his shoulder again, ending his ramble. “We know that, son. But we love you too. And you don’t have to be alone. Ever.”