#except when he makes his attempt to kill her she sparks and the only one to realize she didn't die is Lormac

[justapigeonn]

DOTC REWRITE/AU

Ok so I know I said I'd never do an actual rewrite for DOTC but after some thinking I honestly couldn't help myself so here;s a megadump of some of the changes I'd make:

Turtle Tail and Bumble would escape the twoleg house together after she becomes pregnant and Tom shows his ugly side

2. Gray Wing actually realises he was the reason Turtle Tail left in the first place and apologises for being a twat

3. With Turtle tail's help, Bumble convinces the moor cats to let her stay, but she soon discovers that she's not cut out for their way of life so Turtle Tail takes her to River Ripple to live with him and his colony and she becomes a seasoned river dwelling cat. She ends up living a long, peaceful, happy life and she and Turtle tail visit each other regularly

4. Tom eventually shows up to demand Turtle Tail's kits. He ends up finding the hollow by actually scenting them out as opposed to Gray Wing doxing them out of sheer stupidity and attempts to sneak into camp and take them, but Turtle Tail intercepts him and kills him where he stands

5. This is a big one that may spark controversy but SkyClan does not exist and Clear Sky never gets to be leader. He proves time and time again even after the battle that he is not worthy of being one, let alone a FOUNDER by any stretch of the imagination. He continuously demonstrates irresponsibility, is unnecessarily controlling and cruel, even to the cats he's supposed to care about and only seems to get his shit together in the very last book, long after he should have 'learned his lesson'. He never changed and should never have been given the countless chances to redeem himself. Instead, after the battle he is stripped of his leadership role by StarClan and the other founders and the forest cats fall under Thunder's authority instead, who leaves the moor after the battle to be where he truly wants to be. Clear Sky is allowed to join his ranks but he does so with the utmost resentment and bitterness. When One Eye and Star Flower enter the scene, One Eye takes advantage of his hatred and convinces Clear Sky to spy on and betray Thunder's group with the promise of him joining his rogue group and earning a position of power by his side and Clear Sky accepts (you have full permission to interpret this as gay) while Star Flower grows close to Thunder as she does in canon, manipulating him from the side line. At some point along the line Clear Sky outs himself and Star Flower and he joins One Eye's group before having a change of heart while Star Flower has her own redemption and blah blah blah still working on it). Clear Sky realises that being a meanie head ain't it, turns against One Eye and his rogues and supports his son wholeheartedly etc. At some stage during the final battle Clear Sky is killed by one of One Eye's close supporters as a final sacrifice/attempt to redeem himself, though I'm not keen on giving him a particularly heroic death considering how angry Tom's canon death made me so I figured it would be funny of the other settlers were like 'ohh noooo, anyways' with a couple of solemn words as opposed to a whole grievingfest. As for my reasoning for omitting SkyClan completely, half of it is due to the fact that it's basically just defacto ThunderClan except for the fact that they can jump high and hunt in trees, which are easily things ThunderClan can adopt. Firestar's quest and the latter half of AVOS can just not happen which I'm sure not many people will complain about

6. Gray Wing is not a Clear Sky apologist loser and actually resents him for all the grief he has caused

7. Rather than his own big bad, Slash is rather one of One Eye's devoted followers. One ruthless manipulative rogue leader would have been quite enough to serve as the arc's main antagonist for the latter half of it's duration, with better writing they could've spread it out and and left a true impact. Considering have him kill Clear Sky in the heat of the final battle maybe as opposed to giving his slaughter to One Eye

8. Fern and and a few of the other various mistreated rogues still exist, but this time under One Eye's command. She still ends up working with Gray Wing and joining the moor cats along with some of her friends after betraying One Eye

9. Star Flower never becomes Clear Sky's third mate or is reduced to a stock sweet baby mama where her getting kidnapped, abused then giving birth in an inconvenient place is introduced as a form of conflict, but rather reconciles with Thunder and builds on the previous connection they had already established (which would be stronger in my au). He eventually forgives her and they bond over the fact that they have manic shitty bloodthirsty fathers plotting against them and team up to be their foil, eventually becoming mates at the end of the arc.

10. Slate and Violet Dawn do not exist. This isn't because I don't like them as characters but imo never existing in the first place is a far better fate than being last minute underdeveloped love interests for the male protagonists with no other function in the story whatsoever

11. Quiet Rain is not guilted into forgiving Clear Sky for the atrocities he committed on her deathbed by Shaded Moss (who had no business doing so considering the fact that he wasn't a victim of his and she was particularly angry at the fact that he has killed Rainswept Flower who seemingly didn't get a say in the matter)

This was super lengthy and I ended up adding way more than I expected but I do hope to expand on them in the future. There are other things I have issues with such as the way Gray Wing treats Jagged Peak in numerous scenes as well as the overall ableism of the arc but this is all for now :3

[fictionadventurer]

Beauty and the Beast for the WIP game?

My only real attempt at writing poetry before this year happened during a stretch when I tried to write a Beauty and the Beast retelling in verse. I got about two-thirds of the way through before it fizzled out and languished forever unfinished.

When it comes to my recent novel-in-verse obsession, the simplest option would be to take another look at this work and try to finish it. There's a lot of terrible poetry in there, but there are some that are somewhat better than I remember. I can't claim to be a judge of what's good poetry, but some of these are readable, so I'll share some of them here.

The first set of semi-readable poems covers the first meetings between Beauty and the Beast. (These are all numbered, and I'm leaving the numbers in place to better differentiate between separate poems. I think the speaker in most of these is fairly clear from context, but just in case, I'll put the speaker's name in the title, too.)

VI. beauty and beast

he is every nightmare i’ve ever forgotten he is thunder and darkness and death he is fear with fangs he is beastly

she is every dream i’ve never dared for she is roses and sunlight and life she is hope with jewels she is beauty

*

VIII. beauty

the chair creaks when he sits

my knees quake when he speaks

the master laughs when i ask

when i will die

my ears doubt when i hear

my mind reels when i realize

the master wonders when i began

to think he’d kill me

IX. beast

the rules are these you are mistress of this castle the servants will obey your every whim the rooms and all within are yours including me

you will dine with me at dusk we will not speak if you want silence you will look at me and try not to scream

i will not harm a hair of your head i will not cause a moment’s worry you will do whatever you wish except leave

X. beauty

his mercy shatters my world makes it bigger and at the same time smaller

how can i live in a monster’s cage

my life will be long and lonely with him my friend and at the same time jailer

how can i look at a monster’s face

the castle teems with wonders that all belong to him and at the same time me

what do i do with a monster’s love

*

The next set of poems I feel like sharing starts with Beauty finding a portrait in the castle, and then leads into her sharing a dance with Beast that makes her kind of freak out over the fact that she might be falling in love.

XXII. beast

today you found a painting in a long-forgotten room covered in cobwebs and shrouded in dust

there was a reason it was lost

the portrait showed a man with a face like the dawn and eyes like the sea you thought he looked kind

he was young and a fool

you may keep it if you wish or lock it back in darkness it matters not to me i used to see him daily

i doubt i’ll see his face again

*

XXIV. beauty (and beast)

if rooms have souls the ballroom is wise a radiant beauty long past her prime

she treasures the days when she lived and was loved she keeps them and counts them like pearls on a string

(she is not the only one, my dear)

long past midnight in moonlight and hush this sleepwalking girl can glimpse former days

a flash of a gown and a whisper of waltz what glorious balls must this room have beheld

(they were marvelous indeed, my friend)

it seems a shame she grows old alone with nothing but darkness and dust held within

i would dance for her return the spark of life if only we had music and i had a partner

(i will gladly dance with you, my love)

XXV. beast

my dear beauty don’t you know i learned dancing long ago

one step closer take my hand with a waltz you’ll understand

let the music guide your feet in a dance that’s slow and sweet

hand in hand and heart to heart it’s not love but it’s a start

XXVI. beauty

he is hulking beastly

i am small delicate

i should be stumbling crushed

but

we marvelously miraculously dance

and it feels like flying

XXVII. beauty (to the portrait)

man on the wall i may be mad but i must give voice to the storm in my heart and you are the only one near

the master puzzles me i know his home as well as my own but i know so little about him

(is he beast or man or nightmare or dream or captor or friend)

i saw his face and thought him a beast

(but he grows roses and reads poems and has never killed or even raised his voice)

i heard his voice and thought him a monster

(but he spared my life gave me his home and all he owned offered his heart and never once has been anything but gentle)

i watched him dance and thought him a man

(with grace like an angel or a prince and i think that maybe he was not always so lonely and that his heart aches for things lost)

what am i to think do say be feel about him now

and why do these questions always come at midnight

*

The final poem is one that I had completely forgotten about, so I was shocked to find it lurking in the latter sections of the document and showing signs of using some decent imagery. By polishing up the last couple of lines, I've got something that's not half bad as a standalone poem.

This one occurs during an extended period when Beauty is still trying to process her feelings toward Beast and figure out if this is really love or if her feelings are being warped by isolation and close proximity.

XXX. beauty

if this is love it is a dark and grasping love a child stumbling in the night crying for a candle flame and cherishing the smallest spark of light

if this is love it is a bleak and desolate love a skeleton tree in a barren desert windbeaten and scrubbed to bone and bursting into bloom at the first drop of rain

if this is love it is a smoke and mirrors love a sleight of hand or trick of light that takes my broken heart and fools me into thinking he can make it whole

[butterfrogmantis]

I’m kind of interested to learn a bit more about Smurfette and Hefty in the human AU.

Hmm honestly I'm afraid I don't really have that much on them - I do know that in the HV Gargamel still creates Smurfette, but it's less to kill smurfs and more because he just has beef.

Gargamel is an old enemy of Papa and when he sees he's setting up a happy little community decides to infiltrate it. Gargamel is still an inept sorcerer and creates a very uncanny valley sort of puppet in Smurfette. She looks human there's just something so off about her. Hefty finds her crying in the woods as usual and whilst he's initally a bit like 'hrm' he takes pity on her and much of the story is the same - the reason her apperance changes is not out of vanity but more because she fears her features resemble the creator she hates. When Papa attempts a spell to make her truly human those features change to become different so she no longer sees Gargamels' face in the mirror, but truly she could have had ginger or coloured hair or anything else under the sun, she liked the blonde and wanted to keep that as a bright happy colour.

Yes many of the men are still insta-attracted to her new looks and wait a minute why is this a village of only men when we all travelled here /lh but overtime the majority fade into platonic feelings - with the exception of Hefty.

Hefty's been in the village from quite a while, he travelled with Tuffy years ago, perhaps on some kind of sport scolarship for a Belgium university that had a better offer than the ones back in the US. Hefty's been a heart throb whereever he's been and inspite of the original weird puppetry feeling ... he also loves Smurfette's determination and spark. 'There's a million women out there just like her' he's been told, but there's not, not for him.

Gargamel is mad his original creation slipped away, and he's tried again a few times since (Naughties and even MerSmurfette - Sirena). But he's just a bitter old man. Smurfette's learning what it is to be human. She still occasionally has moments of uncanny valleyness, but not so much the more she gains humanity, and even when she does Hefty minds much less these days.

[zwy01]

Noble OCs - Kertia

Making five OCs for every clan!

Betzalel Kertia: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Betzalel used to steal…a lot. He wasn’t trying to be a real criminal. He was just very bored and had nothing better to do. If he’s a human shoplifter, then he steals candy bars, nail polish, and toothpaste. He never touches the more important belongings of others and only takes what he deems as trivial. Betzalel is very skillful at being stealthy and he simply enjoys showing it off. Theft is one way for him to reinforce his sense of pride in his abilities. Plus, he gets to add a few new things to his treasure box even though they aren’t practical to him. This ordeal doesn’t last for long though because he gets bored of it. Maybe it’d be interesting to get locked up and wonder what’s in there they have to offer, he thought. So Betzalel turns himself in and provides evidence of himself stealing others’ belongings. Petty crime of this level usually doesn’t warrant jail time, but he also made up stories about how he wants to steal even more and they have to stop him or he’s really going to do it. And he gets what he wants. Turns out being behind bars isn’t interesting either. The tranquility is nice, but that’s that. So Betzalel starts to flirt with the prison guards. Cringy, intense flirting that makes one question if he even has any sense of shame. There aren’t any rules about having to stay silent, so he runs his mouth all day long. He just wont. Stop. Talking. The guards never respond to him though they are perplexed with how he manages to be so annoying. They’ve never met such a talkative prisoner before him, and they all dread the time when it’s their turn to watch him. Some of them even requested to be assigned to other shifts and sections to avoid him entirely. Betzalel tells cheesy jokes, recites tongue-twisters, overshares less appealing details of his own life, asks about the guards’ favorite colors, and suggests that they should get a drink together once he gets out of jail. Soon, he gets released because they find out that he really just stole out of boredom and he didn’t mean it when he said that he’ll keep doing it. To their surprise, Betzalel is back again… except he’s not a prisoner this time. He is now a prison guard, as he applied for the position a few days ago and their jaws all drop in disbelief when he walks in as one of their colleagues. Hello again, fellas. He did it as a joke, but there’s more to it. Apparently, all but one of the prison guards ignored him during his time here as a prisoner. Being a prison guard is rather boring after all, and there was no way Betzalel could escape anyway, so might as well respond to his cheekiness and see where it’d go. The casual back and forths turned into genuine, deep conversations and they felt a spark between them. They officially start dating when Betzalel joins the prison guard team. In a few months, they both quit and join the Central Order instead. Now Betzalel can actually put his stealthiness to a good use. He finds love in jail and gets a fulfilling job… how nice! His partner thinks it’s unbelievable as well, but hey, every good ending counts. The two of them are very affectionate and have one child together.

Hali Kertia: Pureblood. Entered eternal sleep, belonged to Gejutel’s generation.

Hali was the mother and predecessor of Ragar. She always looked outside the window with a sad expression on her face. She kept zoning out at times and Ragar wished he could help her but knew there wasn’t much he could do. Hali used to have older twin brothers but lost both of them when they killed each other in an attempt to claim Kartas for themselves. The brothers were over-competitive and jealous in nature. These traits had been evident since they were small children and remained unchanged until the moment of their deaths. They were never really on good terms with each other and always fought over who is stronger, faster, and more qualified to become Clan Leader after their father and predecessor. The twins loved their little sister Hali yet hated each other. Hali loved her brothers equally and seeing them hurt each other tormented her immensely. She always tried to stop them from fighting to no avail. She’d run between them with tears in her eyes as she’s begging them to please get along, and they’d pause and tell her go away because it’s dangerous. Then they’d continue to fight when they see that she’s gone. Hali could only stand by and wait silently until they’re done for the day and she’d tend to their wounds one after another in separate rooms because they’ll start quarreling again otherwise. She tried to get them to see that there are more important things in life than prestige and honor but they’d always answer that it’s not something she can understand. Neither Hali nor her parents were able to get the twins to put an end to their meaningless rivalry. The dreaded inevitable occurred, and Hali became her father’s successor following the death of her brothers. She never expected to become Clan Leader since it simply wasn’t what she wanted for her life, but she worked hard to prepare for the role because it was her duty. Hali was a decent Clan Leader and a good mother to Ragar. She told her son stories about his deceased uncles and sighed as she commented on how if only there had been a way to split a Soul Weapon. Then her beloved brothers wouldn’t have killed each other, she said. Hali caressed Ragar’s cheeks and smiled as she asked if he could figure that out one day. She wasn’t serious because she knew it was impossible, but little did she know that Ragar took her suggestion to heart. He swore to his mother that if he ever has children of his own, he’ll make sure to give an equal chance to all of them. Hali entered eternal sleep when Ragar was ready to succeed her as Clan Leader. She loved her partner and son, but the grief from losing her brothers had thinned out her will to live and she chose to leave the world peacefully after saying goodbyes to her family. Before Hali’s death, her hobby was home decoration. She designed the rooms for her future grandchildren she knew she’d never get to meet yet already feel affection for.

Erytheia Kertia: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Erytheia is completely obsessed with Rael. She doesn’t love him romantically, though. Her feelings are akin to unconditional admiration and loyalty. She doesn’t get in proximity to him and is perfectly fine with watching him from a distance. She’ll just stare at him from afar and he doesn’t even need to know that she exists. Erytheia thinks everything Rael does is absolutely right and justifies all of his behaviors. The brattiness and ill-temper? That’s just him being himself, why should he change. Doesn’t address his brother as Clan Leader in public? Why do the rules even matter, who cares about being proper. Destroyed everything around him because he got rejected? That’s totally Seira’s fault, she doesn’t even realize how lucky she is and deserves to be harassed because of course Rael should get everything he wants… objects and people included. To Erytheia, Rael is perfect. She is proud to be a Kertia because he exists. She has mountains of his portraits and busts in her home and her collection is still growing to this day. Erytheia believes that Rael deserves the best and only the best. For this reason, she hated Razark. He was an eyesore to her because his existence meant that Rael couldn’t be their Clan Leader. She knows that Rael loves his brother, but that doesn’t stop her from wishing for Razark to be gone forever. Erytheia was sad for Rael when they all learned that he had lost his brother, but at the same time she was secretly overjoyed and celebrated Razark’s death because that means Rael is their new Clan Leader. What a timely sacrifice on Razark’s part. Finally, her idol gets to have his happy ending, she thought. He is finally complete, they are finally complete. Despite being twisted in a way, Erytheia makes sure to maintain her image in public and doesn’t reveal her true nature to anyone, not even her close friends. They just think she’s a very loyal clan member and she definitely enjoys this positive attention. Erytheia doesn’t really have any hobbies that stand out because she’s always obsessing over her new Clan Leader. Sure, she did learn how to paint and sculpt just so she can make even more “collectibles” of him. That’s pretty impressive, not gonna lie. She could pursue a career in the arts if she really wants to. Too bad that’s not happening because it’s an exclusive skill dedicated to her one and only role model in the world. Erytheia has a lot of on-and-off lovers and she doesn’t tell them that she only gets together with them because they’re all Rael’s lookalikes. They think she truly loves them because she treats them with so much respect and affection, when in reality she is just doing what she would with the real deal if she were to be this close to him. Erytheia loves her cousin Heidi but thinks of her as traitor and a lost cause because the latter chose to join the Paradiso’s bodyguard team instead of pledging her loyalty to their Kertia Clan Leader. In Erytheia’s eyes, Heidi is wasting her pureblood potential on an outsider.

Dzeve Kertia: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Dzeve has a bit of a temper. He tries his best to not let it get to him but sometimes it comes out anyway. His friends don’t really mind, and he appreciates how patient they are with him. Dzeve makes masks. Many of the masks that his fellow clan members wear are the masterpieces of his designs. He is extremely passionate in this aspect and thinks the Kertia masks are sacred and must be perfect down to every last detail. To him, this piece of apparel carries tremendous symbolical meaning and should be the pride of all Kertia clan members. He sources only the finest fabric in all of Lukedonia to work with because anything else of a lower grade would be an insult to their clan. Dzeve’s concentration and dedication to his craft is unparalleled. When he’s focused on his job, everything else becomes irrelevant. Not even the worst world-ending disasters can distract him. Meteorite strike outside and everyone is screaming and running around frantically? Eh, won’t notice any of that, he’s not leaving his workshop. It’s just white noise. When he’s working, he filters out all stimuli around him and he’d be dead before he even realizes if there ever is a real emergency. The only time Dzeve will stop is when he’s finished with what he’s doing. For this reason, the nobles have learned to leave him alone when he’s “in the zone”. Dzeve makes custom masks for each and every clan member and never reuses any of his designs. His love for his clan is evident in his craftsmanship and his fellow clan members greatly respect him. Dzeve has three supernatural bat friends who are assistants in his workshop and their names are Parfait, Éclair, and Soufflé.

Myskia Kertia: Pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Myskia is the partner of Euphranor Blerster. She was the one who suggested that they should move out of Lukedonia for a new life. She didn’t do it for him, though. Euphranor being the fun-loving type was merely a coincidence. The real reason behind Myskia wanting to leave the nobles’ land is that she killed Phachoen Mergas. That’s right. She ambushed and assassinated a high-ranking legislator. Perhaps it was justified on her part, but murder is murder regardless of motivation and if Myskia were to be caught, she would have to face punishment. Phachoen was a relentless believer of extreme justice, and the friends and families of his victims hoped that he’d be gone but there was nothing they could do. Myskia took the matter into her own hands. Her uncle, cousin, sister, and best friend were victims of his unreasonably harsh laws. She waited for centuries before doing the deed and for the whole time, she had been planning and mapping out the perfect assassination to end him for once and all. Myskia’s talent is shadow manipulation. She is self-taught and her gift is evident in her ability to tag the shadows of others. When she marks someone, she can use their shadows to track them at all times even when they’re on the opposite side of Lukedonia. Her senses tell her everything about them from current location to mood and level of wariness. From this, Myskia was able to predict Phachoen’s movements from his habits and plotted his death flawlessly. The execution was excellent and no one can ever trace it back to her. She managed to finally avenge her loved ones and herself, but the rage inside her did not seem to dissipate in the slightest. Myskia tried to move on and adjust to her new life with little success and ultimately came to the conclusion that Lukedonia isn’t her home anymore. She loved Lukedonia, but it was a constant reminder of her pain and the only way to stop that was by leaving. Several decades after Phachoen’s assassination, Myskia finished saying her silent goodbyes to her home and suggested their new life to her beloved Euphranor and they embarked on their journey as travelers. Currently, Myskia lives somewhere in the United States and works as a detective. She and her lovely wedding photographer husband have two children together. The happy family owns a truck and they’re very fond of living amongst humans. Myskia doesn’t want to visit Lukedonia ever again and tells Euphranor that they should just stay in the United States with their kids. Euphranor assumes that his wife just likes it very much here and doesn’t think too much about what else there may be behind her reluctance. To this day, he is oblivious to the fact that she is the murderer of Phachoen. Myskia is determined to take this secret to the grave. In Myskia’s free time, her hobby is online shopping. She keeps buying the cheap knockoff version of goods because she thinks they’re fun to collect. That’s only for herself, though, because she only buys the best for her husband and children. And you can bet she won’t ever pay unless there’s free shipping.

Thank you for reading! Landegre is next!

[hobiebrownismygod]

OC/Spider-Sona Backstory: The Widow

Maitreyi Jokhar (she/her), Earth-20262, Present day, Spider-man/Black Widow variant

Part 1!

I'm planning on making this a series instead of one extremely long post, so her entire backstory up to her introduction to the Spider Society is probably going to be around two to three parts depending on how in-depth I decide to make it! Let me know if you have any feedback on my writing style or how I can make her as accurate as possible <3

Backstory & Powers:

Born in Andrapradesh, South India, she was kidnapped from her family at the age of 5 years old and never saw them again. Forced into a human-trafficking scheme, she was eventually taken into the Red Room program, better known as the Black Widow program, the same program that the MCU Black Widow was a part of before working for S.H.I.E.L.D. In this universe, the Red Room Program is an extension of H.Y.D.R.A., a Russian spy organization. From the ages of 7-14, she was trained alongside hundreds of other child soldiers to fight, kill and engage in acts of espionage and sabotage, eventually to join the army of mind-controlled Black Widows the Red Room program produced.

When she turned 15, she, along with 9 other young teenage girls, were chosen for H.Y.D.R.A's new adaptation program, where they experimented on some of their best soldiers/recruits to create a new kind of Super-soldier, after their hundreds of failed attempts to replicate the same serum used on Red Skull during WWII. Each girl experienced a different experiment, some being injected with powerful steroids, others having their DNA spliced and combined with others, etc... Understandably, none of these experiments worked. Except for one.

Maitreyi was placed into a leather chair and strapped down, quickly being injected with multiple paralyzers before being told to close her eyes and relax her arm. Doctor Hans Zola, grandson of Doctor Arnim Zola (Arnim Zola worked for the Nazis during WWII, which could be seen in the first Captain America movie), proceeded to inject her with a serum derived from the venom of a radioactive black widow spider, whom's DNA he had spent months perfecting to be able to link to hers accurately. 24 hours later, the process was completed and H.Y.D.R.A. had successfully created a super-soldier. However, this super-soldier wasn't the same kind as what they'd made during WWII with Red Skull.

Maitreyi did receive similar, but not the same abilities as the average Spider-person. She was unable to produce enough web for the daily, so she would use it limitedly, and only if completely necessary. She was flexible, fast and even acrobatic, as a result of years of Red Room training, but she did not gain the abilities of super-strength. She had to hone her strength herself after assimilating to the injection, through more time being trained by H.Y.D.R.A.'s best agents, specifically employed to morph Maitreyi into a super-weapon. One ability which was extremely beneficial for her future endeavors was her newfound intelligence and instincts. After being injected, she was able to better respond to threats, through enhanced reflexes (Spider-sense) and found that her problem-solving skills, especially those mechanical related (robots, machines, gizmos, etc...) were also amplified.

Only a few weeks later, she met Alexander Pierce. The man who took over Hydra after Red Skull's death. The man who's idea it was to turn her into a weapon. The man who was going to use her brainwashed, inhuman self to murder his own enemies until she was either captured or dead.

The missions started off small. Assassinating political leaders of minuscule movements in insignificant cities and towns. Kidnapping the children of runaway H.Y.D.R.A agents, destroying their lives, sparking fear into the hearts of the organization's enemies and even their allies. It wasn't until a few months later that Pierce sent her to the United States. He didn't disclose why she was going there. The only thing she had been given was a picture of an older man with an eye patch who Pierce claimed had something that "belonged to him." He told her that her job was to kill him. Not having a choice, not knowing that there was any other option besides compliance, she obliged. She wasn't even 16 years old.

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A/N

Guys idk if any of this makes sense but I'm trying to create a storyline for her so its not like I just threw a random spider-person into the ATSV fandom and started shipping her with characters 😭. I want her to have her own backstory and reasons for her personality and stuff yk

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Hurt/Comfort - #31 Launda and Ashton

Prompt Gonna take this one to the Ruby Hells AU and the Ruby Vanguard research lab...

31 Mental Prison

You attempt to bind a creature within an illusory cell that only it perceives. One creature you can see within range must make an Intelligence saving throw. The target succeeds automatically if it is immune to being charmed. On a successful save, the target takes 5d10 psychic damage, and the spell ends. On a failed save, the target takes 5d10 psychic damage, and you make the area immediately around the target’s space appear dangerous to it in some way [for 1 minute Concentration]. You might cause the target to perceive itself as being surrounded by fire, floating razors, or hideous maws filled with dripping teeth. Whatever form the illusion takes, the target can’t see or hear anything beyond it and is restrained for the spell’s duration. If the target is moved out of the illusion, makes a melee attack through it, or reaches any part of its body through it, the target takes 10d10 psychic damage, and the spell ends.

As Laudna approaches the pick-up room for the subject suites, she can hear heavy steps pacing, pacing, pacing.

That's good.

Ashton's high energy days are few and far between, but turn out some of the best research. Low energy makes the genasi extra surly, and they can hardly push limits when he barely has the energy to reach what's already been recorded.

Even D perks up at the thundering pace, curious to see what new discoveries in dunamantic properties await them.

Except when she enters the room, it's just in time to catch Kremar finish a somantic that has Ashton giving out a short cry of pain as he clutches his head, pacing brought to an immediate halt.

D hisses in the back of Laudna's mind, drawing the warlock to prod for her knowledge.

The oaf. Mental Prison can kill the weak in the initial casting. And if the target crosses out of the illusion of the spell, they'll be hit with a second psychic blast twice as strong as the initiating one, her necromantic patron explains.

It makes Laudna want to hiss herself. That is her friend subject, and Kremar has just threatened his life for some inane, asinine reason. Ashton is on the opposite side of the room from Kremar, and she would have heard if the genasi was mouthing off and baiting the guard.

An eldritch blast is sent Kremar's way as Laudna storms into the room, beelining for her friend subject. It startles the guard, but does not break his concentration, unfortunately.

She can hear the startled little gasp, the beginnings of her name, as she places herself squarely between Kremar and Ashton, close enough to the genasi to pass through the illusion.

"Don't move!" she hisses back towards them, believing that her instructions will be followed. After all, the trust Laudna has established between them is why there are very few with the authority to supersede her in matters of Ashton. They're too stubborn and subversive to work with without that hard-gained trust.

"As for you, Kremar," Laudna projects across the room, leaning into Lady Briarwood's air of superiority as an (ex-)archmage. "Drop the fucking spell or it will be you on the research table, under Gris'mor's 'care.'"

Kremar blanches. As he should. Even D admits that Gris'mor's 'research' methods belong in a dungeon where the point is simply to make the inmates suffer.

There's a vicious satisfaction in the immediate disappearance of the illusory spell around her and Ashton. The low, earthy rumble behind her as they can see their tormentor again. The sparking build of dunamancy bending reality ever so slightly.

"You have fucked around," Laudna icily declares, frost and shadow coalescing into a dagger too large and weighty for her upheld hand. "Now you get to find out."

The rumble turns into a pleased growl as the weight of the conjured dagger disappears from her hand and heavy gravity drags at her.

A flashing glitter of light on ice.

A delicious scream as Kremar's knees buckle, the dagger dug into his shoulder to the hilt as blood stains his shirt. A dismissive flick of Laudna's fingers makes the dagger crumble, allowing blood to gush from the wound. Kremar does his best to staunch the flow with his opposite hand, the injured arm itself dangling uselessly.

"I'll report you for this!" Kremar wails.

"Yes, well, I'll be reporting you too. And I think they're going to be more interested in my report where you risk killing" my friend "a unique, one-of-a-kind research subject for no fucking reason," Laudna tsks. "Now get out of my sight."

"What?"

"You heard me. Shoo. Be gone. You're services obviously aren't required here when you fuck up your one job of seeing subjects safely into the care of their researchers," Laudna drawls.

And there's fear and fury in those eyes, but when they track to Ashton stepping up behind her, the fear wins out. Kremar stumbles back up to his feet and leaves with pained haste, dripping blood the whole way.

It's the wise decision, really. Ashton could cross the room very quickly and is quite capable in melee combat, unlike her or Kremar. If Laudna gave them the leeway, covered up some sordid little details, Kremar could have been very dead. By her hand, by Ashton's hand, by their hands. It wouldn't really matter, dead is dead.

Once the annoyance's footsteps fade from hearing, Laudna finally turns to get a good look at Ashton.

"Oh drat. You nose is bleeding," she fusses, hands curling through the motions of prestidigitation. "How are you feeling?"

"Pretty good, until that fucker decided to drive a fucking pick into my brain," Ashton complains, rubbing beneath his nose where she'd just cleaned with a sniff.

"I'm guessing the high energy that had you pacing is rather dropped now," Laudna muses, looking them over to make sure she didn't miss anything in her cleaning.

Ashton's hesitation to answer has her regarding the whole of him with greater scrutiny.

It's now that Laudna notices how he's locked his legs, only allowing for the tiniest sway of his body. How the lights in the glass are strobing in an irregular heartbeat, soft and bright, slow and quick, a pattern of muffled pain. The gritted teeth, the slightly unfocused good eye, the painstakingly carefully paced breathing.

"Do you need healing?" Laudna changes tack instead.

Sometimes it's just easier to start at the worst and then backtrack to where Ashton's current wellbeing actually is. And needing healing is an admittance that things are bad. After all, divine magics are where most healing lays and the Ruby Vanguard is decidedly against the gods, who provide a great deal of that kind of magic, and thus are rather lacking in it. Most healing in the Vanguard is by potions, of which they keep exacting track of in distribution and use, given the alchemy to make potions isn't cheap.

"...No. Just- just an easy day," Ashton quietly admits.

And oh, she should have strangled Kremar. Taking all the potential of a high energy day and turning it into a bottom of the barrel kind of day-!

"Alright. We'll take it easy," is what Laudna says, kindly, gently, tucking that anger away from her friend subject. It will have it's place, later.

[all-for-geek]

I Lost You Once Chapter 8: A Fork in the Road

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Word Count: 1,238

Fandom: Alex Bale/Don't Feed the Muse

Warnings: mild grotesque imagery

Summary: After Carl reaches out to Kim, she and Ramona have a choice to make.

Kim and Ramona stared at the e-mail. For a brief moment, the two shared a mutual spark of excitement. Not only did Carl trust them, but they had a lead on what they could potentially do next. Perhaps he wasn’t too far gone to get out of the Muses’ clutches. 

But then the reality of the situation hit them again. Carl took a big risk sending them that e-mail. If the Muses found it, Carl wouldn’t be too much longer for this world. Worse yet, they could use the email to find them.

“So what’s the plan?” Ramona asked.

“Hold on,” Kim answered as she scanned the email again, “There’s a link to something here.”

Kim clicked on the link and was greeted by a video of a man cloaked in shadow. Despite that and the voice modulator, Kim recognized the silhouette. It was Carl. It appeared that he had already taken the responsibility of warning Mark into his own hands. The video held much of the same information as his email did with one exception: to not plant the spore.

“Well, that’s good at least,” Ramona commented. “If he hasn’t been infected with a spore yet, he might have a chance.”

“Hopefully,” Kim muttered.

“Do you think you could find Mark the way the Mu-the way Connie found Carl?” Ramona asked. Kim appreciated that attempt of respect towards their other houseguest.

“Probably. If Mark has any sort of online presence, I could at least find a way to contact him.”

“If he has a Muse, that’s pretty likely.” Ramona stood up from the couch and began pacing the floor. Even with it covered by her hair, Kim could tell that Ramona’s face was scrunched up from concentration.

“So, we find where Mark is and do a wellness check like Carl asked. If he has gotten his father’s video, it should be easy to persuade him to let us help him. If not, we can figure something out. Then, we rescue Carl and all four of us can work to destroy Happy Meat Farms together.”

“Woah. Wait a minute. We can’t go back for Carl,” Kim interjected.

“What do you mean?! Sending us that email was risky enough but the video on top of that? When, not if, HMF finds it, he’s a dead man.”

“So now you’re concerned about who dies,” Kim thought bitterly. Kim wasn’t sure if Ramona knew she was alive until they recently crossed paths again, but she knew that Ramona was still okay with working with creatures that were willing to kill her best friend. Kim was also willing to bet that she wasn’t the only person Mother’s children hunted down. All people Ramona would have had to turn a blind eye to.

Kim took a deep breath. She couldn’t go too deep down that road. Now wasn’t the time for a confrontation.

“Let’s run this down,” Kim explained. “We go back to Carl. Either we track down his house ourselves or message him and hope that he will just send his address. We get there and have a confrontation with a Muse. What then?”

Ramona froze in thought. “I…I don’t know. But we have to do something!”

“What we’ll do is end up dead.” Kim tentatively placed a hand on Ramona’s bulging shoulder. “I don’t want to see anyone die either, but as far as we know the three of us are the only ones actively fighting them. Carl’s dead either way, but if we try to go in all guns blazing or something, no one will be left to stop them.”

As Kim sat back down at the computer, Ramona stood there. It didn’t sit right with her. She had sat back and watched too many good people die because of her mistakes, and she didn’t like being told she had to do it again. Kim was right though. What could they do against the full power of a Muse? She begrudgingly sat down next to Kim.

Up above, watching through a small crack in the hatch, Connie was deep in thought. Kim was, as usual, correct. Neither she nor Ramona had the capabilities to go head-to-head with any of her siblings. Even the weaker doppelgangers had the strength and power equivalent to 5 adult humans. Ramona now had some of Mother’s blood coursing through her veins. She perhaps could hold off one, but a fully grown Muse like the one Mr. Mayhew was hosting? Only another of Mother’s Children would stand a chance.

Another child like Connie. Even still, the idea did not sit well with her. Although, she was not entirely sure why. Kim had rescued Connie before Connie could bask in Mother’s light. Even if she had, that would no longer be her, but the perfect version of Connie that Mother would have molded. That did not stop Connie from still feeling a connection to her siblings, however. Her kind was designed to work as parts of a single unit after all.

Connie would forever be grateful to Kim for allowing her to exist in her original state. The debt she felt towards the human was the reason that she agreed to help Kim with her abysmal quest in the first place, but she still had her limits, and if she allowed herself to be perfectly honest, Connie was afraid to face her siblings. Of being faced with the perfection that they would remind her that she lacked. Of what she would lose if she could not walk away from the confrontation.

So Connie did what she always did. Sat quietly and waited in the dark.

Fortunately, it did not take Kim long to find Mark Mayhew. Unfortunately, it was due to his infamous reputation on the internet. Like his father, Mark had been coerced into a public presence by digging into controversy. While Carlton made his name in conspiracy circles, Mark was known as a conceited contrarian of a cinephile. It seemed any movie that was deemed beloved Mark found reasons to hate. Kim and Ramona groaned while hoping that it was a persona his Muse forced him into.

“So do we want to do the same thing we did with Carl?” Ramona asked.

“We can’t do the exact same thing,” Kim explained. “Carlton was actively asking for people to reach out to him. Especially if he gets his dad’s warning, Mark might need more persuading.”

“What about an interview? We can say we’re with a newspaper or blog looking to ask him some questions.”

Kim thought for a moment. “Could work. It would take some time though since we’d have to create a fake website for it.”

“How long would it take?”

“To make it look convincing? At least a week probably.”

Ramona thought long and hard before she answered. “If it ends up taking longer we can figure something else out, but let’s go with that for now. In the meantime…” Ramona pulled one of the files she had stolen from Happy Meat Farms. “...I think it's time to start lighting some fires.”

Kim sighed. She was never a fan of this part of the plan, but it was the part that Ramona wouldn’t compromise on. “Okay. Maybe start with the animal experiment videos. If you go for the weirder stuff first, people are even less likely to believe you.”

Ramona walked away giving Kim the closest thing to a thumbs up that she could.

[televinita]

Am listening to Taylor Swift music again, and have been seized by the need to talk through some of her older albums -- favorite songs, personal history, whatever comes to mind. Maybe in yet another attempt to try and figure out my overall fave / ranking of them as a set? No real order is planned for this so I thought I’d start with this one, because I realized I actually hadn’t listened to it in quite some time.

(I don't really know what this mini-project is going to be but I’ve been noodling on it for a few nights and now seems as good a time as any to share.)

Background/Overview

When it was new -- and a 2010 Christmas present for me -- it was my favorite of the three, but now I'm not sure. The thing is that it has several songs I like better than the entirety of Fearless (except for #1 fave Change), but it also has a handful I find less interesting compared to that one’s “13 track listings, stars beside them all” success, and I can’t decide how to weight that. It does absolutely have the prettiest cover and booklet, though.

Songs

Ask me my favorite song on this album and I’ll say without hesitation Long Live. I don’t think that will ever change; it’s in my all-time-faves across her whole discography. The twin/companion piece to Change, it never fails to make my heart sing. It came out after I was an adult but it still makes me nostalgic and occasionally teary as hell for high school. Bonus association: this was my mental soundtrack for the end of Glee season 3 too (”for a moment, a band of thieves in ripped-up jeans got to rule the world").

Runner-up faves are Haunted, which really lives up to its name (Wuthering Heights-haunted style, maybe... between the electric guitar tearing open the scene and the chimes, the instrumentation is epic; this may be the only song that actually loses emotional impact as an acoustic/piano version), Better Than Revenge (which is my not-even-that-guilty pleasure and I will JAM OUT to it to this day; "no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity" is SAVAGE and I love it), and The Story of Us ("looks like a lot like a tragedy now" is one of my favorite quotes to bust out in episode reviews about ‘ship destruction, or was when I still did those), which is similarly jam-out-worthy. Ooh, and Sparks Fly is one of those songs where I'm like, "WHY wasn't this a single, it's so good." I’m actually always kind of surprised that one isn’t the album opener; “my mind forgets to remind me you’re a bad idea” is my anthem for giving shows/ships/characters/episodes way more chances than they deserve. (Grey’s Anatomy. We’re mostly talking about every time I dip back into the Grey’s Anatomy waters). In slow-songs-I-like territory: Enchanted, which is frankly too pretty for the person it’s actually about (but helpfully easy to apply to anyone and relevant to every listener’s life). And Back to December, which suffers rather unjustly from my knowing that it’s about The Boring Taylor, because I used to automatically skip it about half the time, yet every time I actually listen to it I'm shocked to realize it’s way prettier than I remember. Both musically (when male vocals...enhance?? a taylor song??) and lyrically.

As far as the other singles, I kind of killed Mine for myself with overplay, but I do think it's one of the strongest singles she's ever released...and as I’m listening to it now, I think it might be back! What good music, what a sweet scenario, and how much do I love the “brace myself for the goodbye / ‘cause that’s all I’ve ever known...” part.

Mean is fun and deservedly sassy, although it too is recovering from overplay (with the added demerit of being covered in the worst, least appealing possible way on Glee and feeling tainted forever. Once upon a time this was in my top 5 for the CD). Speak Now is fun too, but also...damn, so much more juvenile and mean-spirited to me now than Better Than Revenge. You don't help a dude ditch his bride at their wedding! If he shouldn't be marrying her you talk to him BEFORE THE CEREMONY???? I have definitely lost enchantment with this one over time.

One I don’t know how to feel about: I have to be in the right mood for the song so I don’t always let it play through, but as a late bloomer homebody and perpetual looker-backer, the second half of Never Grow Up really kicked me in the heart when I first heard it. I thankfully never ended up having to experience this, but "here I am in my / new apartment in the big city / they just dropped me off / it's so much colder than I thought it would be / so I tuck myself in, and turn the nightlight on" really described all my deepest fears about graduating from college and still brings a twinge at the mere thought.

On the downturn: unpopular opinion but while Dear John is full of great lyrics, it’s just so damned slow that I skip it almost every time. I’m really hoping it gets reinvigorated by a Taylor’s Version, because whenever I give it a chance, I just end up freshly disappointed by the wasted potential.

Innocent is slightly more compelling music-wise, but still rather slow and often skipped, not least because it just...feels weird. Uneven. There are some great lines and a good idea buried in here, but with its history and context it's so patronizing even when I’m on Taylor’s side that it ends up cringe.

Meanwhile, Last Kiss doesn't even exist to me. It covers the same criminal territory as Back to December but it's EVEN SLOWER. Bonus Tracks I didn't hear them until the end of 2012 and even then only as standalones on Spotify, separate from the album associations, I absolutely love all three, more than the last 5 or 6 above in fact. Ours is the companion piece / sequel to "Mine," If This Were A Movie is sweet, and Superman is so cute and catchy.

[holos-prim]

Holos backstory part 1

Holos (prime) she doesn't like to bring up her lineag/HeritageTM because like, her dad was the fallen and he caused an incident.

As in The very first thing this man does when he meets his child is: a) mistake her for a his wife, And b) he immediately tries to kill her.

Love me some prime-ly family ™ DRAMA !

Also alchemist and prima wasn't in charge of the family brain cell when they found her like- dying.

Sooo they somehow convince prima (via ego?) to use the matrix to revive her

But of course because they were not in charge of the family brain so no one thought to ask If they should use it instead of if they could.

And of course this predictively goes very wrong :))

Basically what happened is the matrix broken in half and part of it fused to her spark and because the matrix is over protective of itself, try's to use the spark energy to save itself (killing her), and then

because its hosts existence-, panics yet again and revives her like every few milliseconds.

Which means:

*Turns out your friend here is

only mostly dead. See, mostly

dead is still slightly alive;* - the princess bride

Prima is cranky that his special toy that daddy made for him got broken. 🙄

Primus's dad (godTM) gets fed up with all the drama and gets involved

And decided that it would be cool 1) make her a cyber organic And 2) assign her to serve in vectors round table of knights and train in various ways of kicking unicronian butt.

Then skips off screen never to be seen again.

Because reasons.

So she does that And well…

This poor kid can't catch a break.

Everything that could go wrong does go wrong.

The Predacons die in because unicronn finally used his "it's a surprise tool that will help us (him) later".

And her best maximal friend shoves her into a in a stasis pod only to wake up millions of years later during the "golden age".

Things go chill for a while

It's all good

Except a very corrupt and a messed up Sentinel prime was the one found her and woke her up-

And discovered she has powers.

Oh joy. /s

Because alpha Trion is (technically) the only family member alive, guess who gets to start a custody battle.

Spoilers he just handed the kid to him

"For the good of cybertron".

Ouch

Maybe he should've stopped reading that book of his.

But I suppose asking him to be self-aware is too much to ask

And so the experiments begin, a few escape attempts happen (including one that nearly go Maccadam killed in the process of helping her.), and eventually settle just has had enough of this kid shenanigans and "refusing" (read as: literally physically cannot) give him the powers and title of a actual prime and sends her to the worst Cybertronian mine ever.

but hey,

She makes a new friend his name is Termmenus

and of course if you know Termmenus, and if you know what happenes to him in messutine…

Then shouldn't come as a surprise he gets severely injured.

Luckily for her (or at least that sentinel's opinion), he is more than willing to forgive her and save her friend in exchange for her "being a good little cog" and all that nonsensical functionalist rhetoric.

And the experiments begin again.

Sometimes when he gets bored of being a torturous jerk he will polish her up and show her off at various fancy parties.

Blah blah blah eventually war breaks out because you know Optimus and Megatron couldn't just get over themselves and get married already.

she would've taken advantage of this rare opportunity to escape however you know there's a problem of a bomb collar that explode if she steps too far away from terra nova sentinel prime.

Drat.

So this is the part where I should probably mention he has been drinking the unmaker juice this whole time that he might have stolen from tripticon station in a bid for power.

that's totally not going to cause any problems in the future no Sir-ee.

And eventually we get to the part was sentinel dies in the tfp series.

He basically just lets everyone thinks he's dead until he runs into Ironhide, joins his crew because why not.

He just says it was all part of a con scare tactic, no all the reports or false he didn't die(l mean he technically did and he got revived but no one has to know that) drags his "pet" (holos) along and they

go traveling for a bit in Space.

Eventually Ironhide starts noticing some things. Suspicious things.

Like this prime claims to be married to this girl but uh…

Somethings not quite right.

She's a really flinchy, Super quiet, speaks really formal (like unusually to the point where it's just really weird.).

And so Ironhide starts paying close attention and when he starts paying close attention-

He decides to do some digging. And oh boy oh boy does he find something he doesn’t like and grabs on it like a dog with a bone.

One day he bumps into the " happy couple" (was sneakily following them) In the middle of a physical altercation In the middle of a hallway.

And something falls off from a slot in her audial. Grabs that while they are distracted. then he somehow manages by some miracle, Convinces sentinel to let him drag holos off for a private chat.

Ironhide drags holos into a closet And he manages (gently) pry the whole story out of her.

He tries to privately confront sentinel but it didn’t go well for he poor captain.

so he eventually ends up in the med bay after sentinel try’s to kill hide via murder closetTM.

As far as everyone else is concerned a bunch of heavy old equipment fell on top of him and it triggered a paranoia episode for hide.

(If only they knew the truth)

So ironhide bides his time, collecting evidence, planting little inklings of doubt whether or not sentinel is really who he claims to be in the crew.

And after some time he casually gives the data stick to his sparkmate Chromia under the guise of being to old to understand how to transfer data from this new fangled tech.

She goes to ask red alert to help her out with the data transfer while whirl and her are on shift., And in to the rabbit hole they go.

Chromia demands her bonded get there right now and explain himself dangnabbit!

After a heated conversation between whirl, red alert, Chromia, and ironhide the come up with a plan to get Holos off the ship and away from her not-husband ASAP.

Phase 1 begins: separation.

Invite holos to dinner so while red alert pretends there’s a security issue that she simply HAS to show to someone and sentinel MUST see.

Phase 2: convince Holos she’s simply being given a tour of the docks and shuttle bay when they land and they’ll all be right back. (Also get that collar off)

Phase3: escaping.

Things start to go down hill from here…

Good ol’ terra nova sentinel prime has killed red alert and energon is EVERYWHERE.

Ironhide try’s to get between holos and sentinel.

Looks like the ship captain is now a hostage.

After whirl fails distracting the ill doer

Holos uses her outlier abilities for the first time in centuries, accidentally damages the ship, and passes out from the strain.

Sentinel shoots hide with cosmic rust cannon and disintegrates him.

Whirl and mia make a run for the ships stasis pods.

Whirl rushes off to hold the false prime back.

Mia discovers that there’s only one pod left and prepares to shove holos in it.

Holos wakes up and uses her reverse uno card on Chromia and uses her powers to make a shield bubble to protect her, mia, and whirl and they crash on earth.

(Yay we now have a plague ship™️ that will eventually almost kill optimus!)

To be continued…

[panzerkatzee]

NaNoWriMo Journal V

Soooo…. uhm… remember how I was like: "Oh nooooo… I don't know if I will make it much farther than the daily minimum… weeeep…"

I uhm… kinda overshot it.. a bit.

Wrote ~5200 in total yesterday, finishing two chapters, still working on Chapter VI, which will be done soon aswell.. sooo yeah..

Daily Task - Action scene inspired by the fourth image of my pinterest start page. 200-300 Words max. (Story below)

Today's song: Extra Terra - Neural Link

Why is it on my playlist? Well… I suppose the title already makes it kinda obvious… buuut as I like to profusely explain things… let me tell you. ITS A) AMAZING.. B) BADASS C) exaCtly what I imagine playing in Clubs all over the fantasy world I created. I am a huuuge fan of the Cyberpunk Genre… something I never quite realised until listening to Extra Terra's music. Normally I am not huge on the umbrella term of EDM… sure I dance to it sometime and my favourite cheer-up music is absolutely (Russian) Hard Bass, thanks to my lil' brother, who showed me DJ Blyatman. Buuut.. most of the rest isn't my kind of tea.. except for this dark, rhythmic Cyperpunky music.. it's like Luminary, which blows up on Bookstagram at the moment.. it gets me to dream about a futuristic world, with huge sky scrapers, neon lights and crushing hypercapitalism.. Soo… I would give Extra Terra a lot of credit, when it comes to inspiring me~

Buuut enough of the chit chat… let's get to writing. I actually already did write half a paragraph before remembering, I hadn't faced my daily challenge.. but that's a good thing.. means the hyperfocus has finally come and the book is going to get finish…

Although… I will have to do some cleaning up and editing the stuff my alphareaders flagged, which should come first…. eat the frog and all..

Sooooo its 17:01, first real break for the day after starting this morning. Another chapter done, second one is at the halfway point. I introduced a new character and had her have quite the dialogue with my protagonist… Writing is sooo fun right now… Buuut… I will treat myself, with a hot bath… bc I earned it and need it.. tbh.

Smell ya later, suckers <3

Daily Challenge

By AeLi Kim

The bodyguard hefted her lance, while the two attendants made a valiant attempt to user the lady away from the party that had waylaid them in the alley. Too late… the two bouncers from Ashin's, Fjinna had hired only yesterday, upon realising three people might not be enough, had closed in from behind, and now blocked the way, shiteating grins on both faces. Brutes…, the mage thought with an exasperated huf, before reaching for the veins of golden energy, thrumming just at the tips of her fingers. Air and water, best for controlling a fight. In the end she didn't want to kill a guard just doing her job. Nodding to Barn, he tightened his enormous fists on the club and barraged forward, embodying the inevitability and majesty of an Isenbergen landslide. The sharpened lance, adorned with the House Song dragon, its maw opened around the sharp blade, snapped foreward so fast, only Fjinnas affinity for messing with time, made her even realise what was going to happen. Not wanting to see her friend gutted in the high street, having to deal with some very prickly questions and Legion pursuit, the aspiring career criminal, made a snap decision to completely and utterly change the plan. Her fingers moved forward just as fast and a wall of ice rose in front of the lancers charge. By no means strong enough to stop, but sufficient to slow. Ice burst with it glacial ringing, as the guard battered through it, giving Barn the time he needed to adjust his stance from offense to defence. Still sparks flew as lance met the iron studs of his club and Fjinna surged forward. The gust, rustled through her robes as it carried her over the guard and hurled down a trio of ice spikes, hoping to sow some confusion and create more obstacles for the soldier to maneuver around. A miscalculation, she sensed, before feet touched the ground. Of her opponent mostly. That bitch fought mages before. A realization scraped along the edges of her mind as she drew the rapier from the cross belt, tyring to get in close from behind. But it was as if the wind, usually a kind and loving friend, had found someone better. At a rapid pace, the woman swirled and twirled, almost causally warding of the smaller attackers fast stabs and the giants laboured swings.

[invaderprymes]

Fallen Timeline pt.2

Nii gasped, she looked around, the room was dark except for one single light source above her head. Her vision was blurry, her head ached. She tried to move but couldn't.

"Look who's awake!" A voice rang out from the pitch black void, Nii looked up, her expression quickly changing to one of anger and hatred "What do you want? You've already hurt us enough, there's nothing left to get out of us, everything is already under your control!"

"Everything..?" The source of the voice appeared into the light, "But I thought you knew! There's more past this branch that we're on! I'm surprised you didn't know seeing as how you've been attempting contact."

Nii's expression remained, eyeing down Iruz. "So what? You're going to kill me? Turn me into another one of your dreadful zombie minions like Hunter!?"

Iruz chuckled at Nii's remark "Why would I kill you? When I can use you? Take advantage of how broken you are? Bring her in!" Iruz called out to his guards. Minutes later, another Irken was brought in; Invader Vee. Nii stared at Vee, then at Iruz, "Vee? What are doing with her?!" She looked back at Iruz, her antennas pinned against her head, her teeth now bared in a growl

"To make an example to you, that I'm not done" he signalled the guards, for a brief second, Nii looked at Vee, Vee returning the look, before a vicious crack echoed through the room, and then the collapse of a body. Nii looked in horror, tears quickly springing to her eyes, she then immediately began to struggle in her chair, attempting to break the binds.

"She was just the example of what will happen to the rest of them" Iruz grabbed Nii by the chin, turning her head towards his "So, I'll give you an option, you can die for them, or they'll die. Seems like an easy option, doesn't it?" He chuckled, watching Nii's despair with his manic eyes. Nii's head slumped down.

"Fine... As long as they live" she growled at Iruz

"Good choice.." his smile widened, and it was the last thing Nii saw before her vision returned to black...

Zirus sat in his cell, staring at the bed that belonged to Nii, he then looked down. He couldn't help but worry for Nii's safety, she'd attempted to save them, but never herself. He looked up as guards walked into the hall, opening Vee's cell and aggressively pulling her out, she did attempt to resist, though it only ended in her being knocked out and pulled away. Zirus quickly stood up and walked to the bars, he watched them leave his line of sight. He looked up at the other prisoners, but they didn't seem as worried as he, infact, it's like they didn't care. Iruz had beat them down so many times that they have given up. Zirus sat back down, even more worried now. What had Nii gotten herself into?

It was about 2 hours later Earth time, and no sign of Vee or Nii, until the small screen in each cell sparked to life, the screen showing an Irken, and another masked figure. Iruz tried to identify them, but he only needed to identify one; Nii. He watched in horror as the masked figure walked behind Nii, pulling her head back, and stabbing her back with a staff, the same device used to take out the original resistance by disabling their PAKs, ultimately killing them. He watched as Nii's head then slumped forward dead. The other prisoners watched as well, horror spreading into their eyes as they too watched the death. Zirus didn't know how to feel or what to do. He'd spent so long trying to protect Nii, that he'd grown a liking to her, but now... Now she was gone, he failed her and, he failed himself.

[redhandedsuggestions]

Everything but her heart aches.

It is a sweet and fierce kind of satisfaction, the aftermath of long battle. Limbs shaking from adrenaline and exertion all at once, her brain and body still both wired from hours of fighting and unable to let go of the rush quite yet. The thick, sticky scent of blood all around her only serves to intensify it, vampire instincts driven into frenzied energy.

An entire clan obliterated. The Reveler wasn't joking when he said they would submit or fall. If any of Burning-Tree survive, it will not be enough of them to constitute a clan any longer. Most likely they'll try to find each other, try to hold onto their identity and pride, but this is not the first time a clan has risen and fallen. The survivors will either perish in time or be absorbed into the other clans.

A Gruul with no clan never lasts long.

The new Guildmaster’s mana still burns brightly, and she turns to congratulate him when she senses his approach, her teeth still bared as the Rage and battlefire slowly fade away.

The axe is already falling toward her by the time her exhausted brain registers the attack.

And for once in her life, she won't be able to dodge it.

Time slows to a crawl.

Something bursts at that moment-- perhaps it is her pride, her trust, her confidence in herself. Perhaps it is the bubble she so valiantly tried to reinforce around her anxieties. She always knew the Reveler would betray her, but damn it, she had almost fooled herself into thinking she had finally proven herself to him. A worthy ally, a tolerable presence, even if they grated on each other far too much to ever be friends.

But the pressure feels different, not the anger and fear she should be feeling, not the righteous fury at being ambushed like some haughty Legionnaire. This does not rise from that place deep within her where Tavrik taught her to rein in her wild emotions. It does not boil up as anger does, nor burn through her as hate, nor freeze her limbs as terror engulfs her.

Instead, she feels a unique and unsettling clarity as the vampire under her skin opens its eyes.

As time breaks free of its standstill, as the axe meets the crown of her head, she closes her eyes.

And awakens.

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Ravnica feels a specific way to her. It always has, even with the differences between the City and the Wastes, the wilds and the metropolis. The energy of an Izzet lab crackles and sparks along her senses, but still it complements the hum of the earth's own mana, pulsing beneath all their feet. Azorian mana seeks to exert its will over everything, but even they cannot quiet the planet's beating heart.

Death, too, has its own unique energy, something she has always been able to sense and yet never put into words when asked. She could always tell before Rath and even Tavrik when a field of corpses was still alive, was merely a trap set for opportunistic looters who would find such a place as easy pickings. Even in slumber, when her subconscious runs rampant with her imagination, she can tell the difference between life and death. After all, it is life she feeds on.

So before her eyes even open, she innately knows two things.

One, she is still alive.

Two, she is no longer on Ravnica.

This world feels wilder, darker. There is a feral quality to everything she senses, even the ferns surrounding her. The earth's heartbeat feels more like a roar beneath her hands, and the air tastes heavier, fuller, like Ravnica might have been in its youth before the city began to spread. Her mouth waters as her fingertips dig into the rich soil beneath her palms, as she feels that pulse pull her deeper, as her own tries to align with it. The land, the trees, the underbrush-- if all of this feels so alive, what do the animals feel like? The people? A single feeding here might keep her sated for days!

But there are other concerns, things she should be focusing on if she wants to make it long enough to feed.

She's heard the word Planeswalker before, knows in theory what they can do, knows that the Reveler calls himself one, but knowing a word and understanding what it means are two different things. Sure, she could be told that there are other planes, other worlds, but the concept was so far outside of what she knew that she couldn't truly wrap her head around the idea.

As a chorus of howls rises in the distance, she starts to wonder if that lack of understanding may have put her in the way of harm.

More than that, she wonders if that harm will find her before she finds her way home.

[theunquenchablethirst]

Hooked (Jerome X Reader)

Ok, so this is a thing. I was kinda surprised nobody had used this scene yet, because the Gotham fandom seem to collectively agree that Jerome is BIG KINKY and yet the one scene where he canonically has people cuffed up and hung from the ceiling... nobody has touched??? Y'all have been sleeping on that scene! It's fanfic gold! Anyway, enjoy the hedonism. Much love xxx

Warning: SMUT, 18+, GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, BDSM, bondage, cuffs, dom/sub, vaginal fingering, oral sex, biting, spanking, slapping, pussy slapping, light choking, spitting, belt whipping, praise/degradation, marking, mention of scratching, Jerome is big meanie pants mean man

The new mayor of Gotham is having a meeting with his council members, but things take a turn when the Legion of Horribles show up to kidnap them and reader. When the victims are being unloaded from the truck, Jerome Valeska notices reader, because she isn't exactly on the guest list.

Tag list of lovelies: @gabile18 @valeskaduh @fangirl--writes @persephoneblck

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I had been working as a housekeeper for the new mayor. It was a good job, but I wasn't appreciated. I was just there to clean and serve when needed. I don't think he even knew my name. I was just hired help to him. To all of them.

He was hosting a dinner for his council that day. I had been placed in the corner of the room with a bottle of expensive wine where I was to wait until wanted. He gestured for me to come forwards and fill their glasses while they started talking about their displeasure with the rising foul play in the city, like it was anything new for Gotham. The chairwoman wanted to know what he was going to do about it. Very little in my opinion. He was just coasting. In too deep over his head. He had been appointed far too fast and everyone knew it. He wasn't going to last.

He made an attempt to save face and talk about how he too was disturbed by the recent goings on and was doing everything he could. Trash, utter trash. As he rose from his seat, the lights fizzled out. I stopped pouring. Had this been any other city I would have assumed it was a simple power outage, but nothing was that simple in Gotham. The security guard closed us in and went to see what was happening. The air turned icy. No, this was not good. Gunshots and screams came from the hallway and everyone rose from the table terrified. We quickly started walking towards a door hoping to make an escape, but there was something about the windows. They were freezing over.

The doors burst open and I dropped the wine. It smashed into pieces as a blueish man in some kind of robotic suit and a weird looking, but huge gun stepped into the room. Was that Victor Fries? Then through the second set of doors another man in a top hat who I recognised as Jervis Tetch burst in with some other strange looking friends.

Before I could comprehend the situation, we were all being cuffed and taken outside. Our kidnappers pushed and pulled us towards a huge truck, all the while the mayor tried to buy his way free. He was showing just how little he really knew about the underbelly of Gotham. I knew just by looking at them that they were probably Arkham escapees and couldn't be bought like a sane man could. They had their own plans and you can't bargain with crazies.

We got to the truck and they opened the back door. My blood ran cold when I saw that standing there waiting for us was Jerome Valeska. Of all the criminals Gotham had seen he had been the only one that had scared me, truly and thoroughly. He didn't have any kind of reason for what he did. He just enjoyed death and chaos. And after his last escapade he looked like madness personified, his scars circling his face and eyes and giving him a permanent evil smile. Dread consumed me as I realized that he was no doubt the leader of this operation and if that was true, we were already dead.

I felt myself jolted forwards. The mayor had pushed me in front of the rest of the council to get whatever was coming first. If I wasn't cuffed, I would have turned around and broke his nose. I was lifted into the truck, my hands were pulled above my head and fixed to two hooks. I had to stand on my toes to keep standing which made it awkward and difficult as they pushed me to the back of the truck.

Was that Penguin? What was he doing here? He didn't belong here. I had gone to Penguin looking for a job in his club when I was 16. He was impressed with my audition, but when he asked my age, he rejected me.

"This establishment is not a playground for children. It's a nightclub." He had told me. At the time I had been steaming mad, but in hindsight he was probably right. Even if he was rude. So, after that, I found it hard to understand why he was here and working with Valeska. Maybe he had been kidnapped too?

The rest of the council were loaded on and hooked. The mayor was still trying to offer them money and pardons. When he saw it wasn't working, he resorted to empty, unintimidating threats. Jerome was completely unfazed and even a little disappointed in the lack of smiles.

"Nobody knows how to have fun anymore, right?" He said putting his arm around Penguin. So, he was a part of this.

Jerome pointed to a scary looking figure dressed like a scarecrow. Johnathan Crane? Crane released some kind of purple gas in the face of a member of a council. She started laughing and convulsing violently.

"What have you got to lose? Except your sanity?" Jerome joined in the crazy laughter. So, this was his plan. He'd figured out a way to forcefully drive everyone insane. With a gas.

I silently prayed to God in my mind for any kind of help.

After sufficiently terrifying us half to death, they left us in the back of truck. None of us could say anything and after a few minutes the truck started moving.

"Is she ok?" I asked looking towards the victim of the insanity gas.

"Who cares?! We have to figure out what they want and get out of here." Replied the mayor.

"Maybe they want publicity for whatever that gas is. Offer them some TV time." Guessed the chairwoman.

"Don't you get it?! This isn't a situation you can buy your way out of!" I snapped, frustrated with their idiocy.

"These aren't normal criminals. They don't want your money. They want chaos and madness." They stood there silently stunned. They had never heard me speak with such confidence, but in that moment, they knew I was right.

After what felt like hours the truck finally stopped.

"What's going on?" The mayor whispered.

Everything was quiet. We listened for any noise or sign of life. All we could hear was our own breath.

Then suddenly the doors flung open once again and in hopped Valeska, Tetch and Crane.

"We're here!" Jerome grinned.

The other two started to pull the council one by one off the hooks and walk them out of the truck, closely watched by Jerome. Until they got to me.

"Wait..." He stuck an arm out to stop Tetch from unhooking me.

"Who's she? She wasn't on the party list." He took a few steps closer to me.

"This poor young girl is an unlucky maid. Wrong place, wrong time. Very bad day." Jervis explained looking at me.

"Would you like me to... dispose of her?" Asked Crane, stalking close to me and lifting needle covered fingers to my throat.

"Not so fast, Mr Potato Head." Jerome said pulling him away from me.

He came so close that we were only inches apart. He looked down at me as if he was thinking for a few seconds then smirked and turned around to the others.

"Guys, go and see that our guests are comfortable, will ya? Get everything ready." He ushered them out of the truck. Fear travelled up and down my body. This had all been a bad situation, but being alone with Valeska scared the hell out of me.

"You're lucky I have a soft spot for pretty little girls." He closed the truck doors and turned to look at me.

"Freddy Krueger there... not so much." He relaxed, leaning back against the doors with his hands in his pockets. "You got a name?"

I stayed silent, more out of fear than defiance. He sucked his teeth and stood up straight.

"I get it. You're scared. Who wouldn't be, right?" He started slowly walking closer. "But things will go a lot smoother if you just play nice."

I still couldn't find any words.

"Aw, come on, doll! I'm getting awful lonely over here." He brought his hands up out of his pockets and leaned against a wall of the truck.

He was quiet for a few seconds and I noticed that his eyes were making their way up my legs. Being held up by my wrists on my tip toes had pulled my uniform skirt up and almost all of my thighs were exposed. I blurted out my name in an attempt to distract him from my bare legs. He smiled.

"What a pretty name. Now, was that so hard?" He pushed himself off the wall and came a little closer.

"So, you're the mayor's dust bunny, huh? I gotta say, doll, I can see why he keeps you around." He chuckled, eyeing me.

My whole body flushed and my face turned hot and red.

“But, uh, the thing about mayors in this town, they don’t last very long.”

"Please let me go." I whimpered.

"Oh, but we're having such a good time! Plus, if I did that, you'd scamper off to the GCPD and I can't have good ol' Gordon crashing the party early."

I scoffed at his suggestion. Not likely. I had a distinct distaste for the GCPD. They hadn't helped me when I needed them. I would never need them again.

"What's the matter? He book ya before or something?" Jerome smiled with intrigue.

"My parents... they... did things to us. When I ended up in the hospital one too many times..." Tears stung my eyes as I remembered. "They left me there and disappeared with my little brother. No one ever managed to track them down."

I didn’t fully understand why I was opening up to Jerome, but for a second, I saw a spark of humanity in his eyes. Like he understood my pain. I'd heard his first kill had been his mother, so maybe he did?

"I'd give anything to see him again." I sniffed and a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Yeah, I had shitty parents too." He sighed. "I killed them both."

I had thought about what I would do if I ever saw my parents again. What I would say, what I would ask. I could never think of the right words. But the thought of killing them, well that made me smile.

"What was it like?" I asked.

Jerome grinned from ear to ear and stepped closer so that we were toe to toe.

“Have you ever stood at the edge of a really tall building? You know that little voice in the back of your head that says ‘Jump! You can fly!’ even though every other part of you is screaming ‘No you can’t! You’re gonna kill us!’”

I nodded shakily.

“It’s like finally giving in to that voice. Like jumping off Gotham Bridge and finding out you can fly. And realising you never have to walk again.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and my heart felt like it was going a million beats per minute. His eyes were locked on mine and it felt like he was looking straight into my soul.

“You wanna fly, doll?” He brought his hand up to cup my jaw and ran his thumb along my bottom lip.

It wasn’t humanity I saw in Jerome Valeskas eyes. It was freedom. A freedom that I had wanted for as long as I could remember. And I could have it right now. He was offering it to me. The only thing standing in my way was myself.

“Yes.” I breathed. “Yes, I do.”

The next thing I knew, his lips were crashing into mine and he had hooked his hands under my thighs and was holding them around his waist. His kiss was desperate and hungry, like he had been starved for days and his grip on the bare flesh of my thighs was rough enough to leave bruises. I locked my ankles together behind him to steady myself from swaying underneath the cuffs. When I did, he drove his crotch forwards, grinding into my centre, a quiet moan escaping me as I felt him.

He slowly trailed a hand from my thigh, up my back and to the nape of my neck, before balling my hair in his fist. I gasped as I felt the sudden, sharp tug of him pulling my head back.

His eyes wandered down to settle on my exposed throat, before yanking my head to the side and nestling in the crook of my neck. He must’ve left a hundred open mouth kisses, but as he started to suck, I felt his teeth sink into my skin. I pulled back with a hiss at the sting, but he wouldn’t let go. He just kept on leaving harsh, red bitemarks and pulling my hair, all the time grinding harder into me.

He licked over the bruises he’d left and gently kissed them, before trailing his tongue up my neck to nip at my ear. He smiled darkly and pulled back away from me, dropping my legs back to the floor. He stalked around me, eyeing me up and down like a predator. I felt him behind me, his hands softly holding onto my waist, pulling me close to his chest.

“You know what’s great about this?” He cooed. “You’re already pre-cuffed.”

I flushed and my core swelled hot, his breath so close to me made my skin tingle all over. He pulled at the top of my skirt and dragged it down my hips, letting it fall down around my feet. He caressed my thighs and then stepped back, tugging at my underwear, playfully letting the elastic snap back to me.

“Y’know...” He said, before the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling. “Marquis de Sade said ‘sex without pain is like food without taste’...”

My eyes widened at his words and my heartbeat quickened.

“So, let’s make this... delicious.”

A million thoughts raced through my mind, but before I could process any, I felt the sharp snap of leather against my ass. I jolted forwards and let out a high pitch yelp.

Even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell he was smirking. I could hear it in his voice. I bit my lip in an attempt to brace myself and he landed the belt across me again.

“Please, Jerome...” I whimpered at the sting, closing my eyes.

He brought it down again, making me arch my back in a gasp. A couple of tears rolled down my cheeks and I realised there was little point in resisting the torment. So, I gritted my teeth and prepared for another lick of the belt.

He whipped me once more, harder this time and a small scream escaped me.

“Please!” I begged.

I heard him chuckle with dark delight. The bastard was enjoying this. Of course he was. What else had I expected from someone like him? I tightened all my muscles for the next sting...

But it didn’t come. Instead, I felt him pulling my underwear down. Relief washed over me when I heard the belt drop to the floor and I realised Jerome was finished and was now crouched, ready to inspect his work. He ran his fingers over my burning flesh, taking in the bright red lashes he had left on me.

“What a pretty picture?” He said, landing a spank. “I wish you could see too doll, but having you cuffed is half the fun.”

His voice was dripping with venom and arousal and I could practically feel his grin in the air. He traced the marks with his fingers a little longer, before grabbing my flesh in fistfuls and sinking his teeth in. I gasped loudly at the hard bite. I wasn’t sure how many more of Jerome's surprises I could take. He laughed and ran his tongue over the new bruise.

“Yep. Definitely a pretty picture.” He smiled, giving me another spank. “I like those little noises you make, doll. Why don’t you make some more for me?”

He snaked his hand up my inner thigh and began stroking along my slit, relighting the fire in my stomach. I moaned, biting hard on my lip and tried to bring my thighs together, wanting friction.

“Naughty.” He said, landing a swift slap on my entrance causing me to let out a little yelp. “I need you to keep those legs open for me.”

It wasn’t as bad as the belt. In fact, it felt quite good. The heat inside me swelled as Jerome returned to running his fingers back and forth in my slickness. I hummed softly in my throat, fighting the urge to close my thighs again, my knees starting to shudder underneath me.

“Look how wet you are and I’m barely touching you.” Jerome chuckled darkly. “I wonder what happens if I do this?”

Jerome plunged two fingers deep inside me and slowly started pumping them. I let the warmth roll through me, moaning blissfully. He gently started to pick up speed, making it nearly impossible for me to keep my thighs apart. The faster he got, the deeper he dove, making me tighten around his talented fingers and struggle to keep steady on my toes.

My legs were shaking and despite my best efforts I just had to squeeze them together. As soon as I did, Jerome removed his fingers from me, leaving me feeling empty and spanked me hard.

“What did I say about that?” He barked, laying down another spank.

His spanking felt different this time. It felt pleasurable and sent a thrill up my spine.

“Sorry.” I whimpered.

“Sorry for what?” He spanked me again. “For being a needy little whore? Hm?” Another spank.

“Yes!” I gasped. “I’m a needy little whore! I just...”

“What? You just what?”

Jerome landed another slap at my core. It made my muscles clench, but it also aroused me so much more in a way I’d never thought I’d experience.

“What? What do you want, whore?”

“Please...”

“Big words, princess. What...” Spank. “Do you...” Another spank. “Want?”

“I want... I want you...” I forced, breathlessly.

“You want me? What do you want me to do, princess?” Jerome teased, tracing a finger along my burning entrance, just barely touching me.

“Please... Make me feel good, Jerome... Make me cum.”

“Are you gonna be a good girl?”

“Yes...”

“Are you gonna do as I say?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Exactly as I say?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Just please...Jerome.”

I couldn’t take it any longer. I felt so pathetic and needy. I needed him to touch me.

“So desperate.” He giggled sadistically. I supposed he loved seeing me beg.

Then, finally, he spread me open and dove his tongue deep into my wanting warmth. I closed my eyes and bit down hard on my lip as he swirled his tongue around inside me. I wanted to grab his hair and feel it in my fingers, but all I could do was squeeze my fists together in empty frustration.

Jerome grabbed a hand full of my ass, gripping it tightly, digging his nails in and rose his other hand to my pelvis front, pulling me down further onto his tongue. I squealed, a delightful mixture of pleasure and also pain from the tugging on my aching forearms. He ran his front hand down to play with my swollen clit, circling his fingers around beautifully.

He grinded his face deeply into me, sliding his tongue up, down, around and around inside me. He pressed his fingers down harder on my clit, forcing a loud moan out of me. I felt the pressure inside me build, coiling and tightening like a burning spring. I squeezed my thighs around his head in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper, his tongue nestling inside finding all of my sweet spots and lighting them on fire.

I could feel myself ready, ready to burst. He was pulling an amazing orgasm out of me and I wanted nothing more than to just let it go. All it took was one more upward jolt of his head, pushing his tongue that last little bit deep enough to push me over. I screamed out in erotic pleasure, letting the feeling flood me like warm water. My back arched and my legs convulsed until I withered, letting myself dangle from my cuffs in a breathless defeat.

Jerome slid his tongue out of me and pulled his face back away.

“You sing so pretty, dollface. Like a little birdie.” He said, squeezing the flesh off my ass.

He gave me one more light bite and a spank, before he rose back up to stand, snaking his hands along my sides all the way. He let his hands wander up to cup my breasts, massaging them softly. He leaned in close and began leaving wet kisses in the crook of my neck. I shuddered, his touch sending a cool tingle down my spine. He let his hands squeeze my breasts slightly harder, then pulled away and crept back around in front of me.

He stood facing me, his eyes locked on mine. They seemed to burn holes right into my flesh, creating a sense of fear in me. I was scared of Jerome Valeska, I truly was. But everything he was doing to me right now... The way he touched me, kissed me. I wondered how he managed it. How he was able to both terrify and arouse me in equal amounts.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t register his hand rising until it was firmly wrapped around my throat. He leaned down to kiss me, dominating my mouth with his tongue, making me taste myself. Once again, I felt the familiar warmth build in my core as I sensed we were not quite done here. He finished the kiss with a little nip to my bottom lip.

“Are you scared of me, doll?” He purred.

I swallowed hard, unsure if truth was wise here. Then I felt him increase the pressure around my throat, not wanting to wait for an answer.

“Yes.” I breathed.

“Good.” He said through an evil smirk.

He crashed his lips to mine once again, his free hand picking up my thigh to wrap around him. I locked both my legs around his waist, wanting to feel him close against me. I felt his erection hard, under his clothes, grinding into me and I wanted it. Badly. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving his taste on my tongue and raised his hand from my throat to grab hold of my face. He took his other hand away from my thigh and pulled at his tie. I didn’t drop my legs this time, instead I gripped tighter as he slid his tie from around his neck and scrunched it in his fist.

“Open your mouth.” He ordered.

I did as he said and he smiled, before spitting into my open lips and gagging me with his tie. I’d never had anyone do that before and it shocked me a little, but then again, I’d never had anyone like Jerome Valeska before.

He backed up slightly, just enough for him to reach down and unzip his trousers and pull down his underwear, freeing his erection. I couldn’t help but look down at it. It was bigger than any I’d taken before and I wasn’t sure how prepared I was. He started to slowly stroke himself, lifting up my chin to look at me.

He gently stroked a single finger across my jaw and then, suddenly, landed a harsh slap across my cheek. I yelped at the slap, causing a dangerous smile to form on Jeromes mouth. I should’ve been repulsed by him. He killed people and was aroused by my pain and fear, so why was I so attracted to him?

He angled himself underneath me so he was lined up and ready. He wrapped his hand back around my throat and then pushed forwards into me, causing us both to let out deep moans.

“You like that?”

I nodded and whimpered through the material of the tie. Jerome giggled darkly and with his free hand, gripped onto my waist.

“Brace yourself, princess.” He warned, through a poisonous smile.

He pulled back slowly, until he was almost completely out of me and then, like a bullet, ploughed himself right back in, jolting me backwards with force. He continued his thrusting rough and fast, making me whimper and bite down hard on the tie. I closed my legs tightly around him, pulling him closer and forcing him in deeper.

He let out a low, guttural groan and moved his hand upwards from my waist to slap me again, spitting at my face as he did so. I closed my eyes to endure the onslaught of him pounding inside me like a raging animal. I felt like a toy, dangling there for him to use as he liked, but still the searing pleasure of it all made me moan lustfully.

“Open those peepers, princess.” He commanded. “I want you to see exactly who’s in charge here.”

I opened my eyes and saw him grinning at me like a man possessed.

“You like this? You like me fucking you?” He growled, gripping my throat tighter.

All I could do was whimper and moan in response.

“I cuffed you and hung you up, hurt you, spat on you... even made you cry! And you still let me fuck you?” He laughed through shallow breaths. “You’re pathetic, you know that? A pathetic little whore.”

Jerome threw another slap at me and I felt myself tighten around his considerable length, taking him all deep inside me. He drove up into me like he was trying to break me open with his girth and I welcomed every inch of it.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He moaned.

I clenched my walls around him, the feeling of being filled by him sending flutters through me as he pushed in deeper and laughed.

“I don’t think your pussy ever wants to let me go, doll!” He grinned. “But I already know you like taking my cock like this, cause you’re such a good girl for me... I like that.”

I flushed at his words. I didn’t know why, but it made me feel good to please him and, in that moment, I would have done anything for him. I could feel my ecstasy creeping up on me, like magma rising inside a volcano. I cried out wantonly, the heat rising as he worked me, exploring every detail of my canal with his thick shaft.

He let go of my throat and moved both his hands to grab onto my ass and squeezed, steadying me so he could pound me harder and climb to release. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy and I could tell he was just as close as I was. I moaned loudly as he rammed into me harder and faster, burying himself deeper and making my arousal burn.

I could feel it coming, so close. I was about to boil over and all I needed was him. Just him. He continued thrusting like a raging animal, digging his nails into my flesh and scraping them along my ass, stinging sweetly. I whimpered at the sensation and tightened my legs.

“Cum for me, doll.” He panted. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

He plunged into me, pushing the magma higher and just so close to bursting. It was coming. I could feel it.

He pounded again. So close. Again and again, so hard inside me. Just a little more...

I screamed out, closing my eyes and letting everything go. The feeling of my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave of pure elation. My whole body shook from the force of it and I trembled like a leaf. Jerome continued to thrust into me until he too reached his climax. He growled like a beast and I felt him throb, releasing his hot load of sticky lust deep inside me.

We both relaxed, catching our breath and he stared down into my eyes. He unlatched his hands from the flesh of my ass and brought one round to gently stroke my cheek with his fingertips. It was quiet, but only for a minute.

He threw his head back and laughed like the madman he was, before pulling out of me and stepping back. My legs dropped to the floor and he began to put himself away and zip his trousers back up.

“Well, that was fantastic, dollface. Thanks for playing nice with me.” He said, throwing me a wink.

There was a loud metallic knock at the truck doors and I guessed whoever it was, was trying to get Jeromes attention.

“It’s been fun princess, really. But time waits for no man and I’ve got a party to attend” He said, smiling at me. “Well, more like crash.”

When he turned to leave, I tried to speak, but all that came out was intelligible muttering. He wasn’t going to leave me here, dangling, half naked and gagged like this? Was he? He began walking to the truck doors and I tried to call out.

“Oh! Wait, almost forgot.”

I felt a flood of relief when he began walking back to me.

“I’m gonna need this back.” He said and pulled the tie out of my mouth.

I was glad to finally be rid of it, but my joy was short lived, because he was starting to leave again.

“Hey...” I croaked; my mouth dry.

“Yeah, I’ll have someone come get you later.” He said, too nonchalantly for my liking. “For now, you can just... well, why don’t you just hang out?”

He laughed at his joke and opened the doors.

“Hey! You can’t leave me here!” I tried to shout, but my throat was too dry.

And then... he was gone. He really did just leave me alone, half naked in the back of a truck. How long would it be before someone found me? An hour? Two? The rest of the day?

All alone with my thoughts now, I decided the only thing to do now was wait. Wait and try and go over what the hell just happened between me and Jerome Valeska.

[tocalehenitusethatmf]

Her

— pairing » Cale Henituse x OC/Reader

— summary » Cale Henituse remembers a past. Not his past as Kim Rok Soo, but a different past. A past where he had someone.

— genre » fluff, angst if you squint.

— warnings » cursing/swearing, fluff, small angst, blood, gore if you squint.

As Cale looks around, he remembers something.

The dresses, the balls, the wine, the champagne, everything.

It reminded him of something.

The memory didn’t come as a headache, nor is it a sharp pain.

It was just there.

Lingering, in the deepest part of his mind.

It was always there.

Its just that, Cale didn’t acknowledge it.

Cale refused to acknowledge it.

With the whole war and the white star, Cale didn’t have time for those. It first came as dreams, Cale thought that maybe a God is messing with him again. It came as dreams, first.

Until it didn’t.

There would be times where Cale would look at a certain color and be reminded of something. A deja vu, he said to himself.

Cale would smell a familiar food and yet when he saw it—heard of it he would instantly get the memory of it. Of something—someone eating with him when Cale was sure that it didn’t exist. Not in his life as Kim Rok Soo and certainly not as Cale Henituse.

It came as that.

Until that day, memories would resurface.

Begging to be acknowledged, to be seen, to be recognized.

And when everything ended, where Cale could finally get his wanted rest,

Is when Cale acknowledged it.

Cale has a past.

Cale remembers a past.

A past where he was not Kim Rok Soo nor was he Cale Henituse.

He was a Commander too in that past.

Except, there was one thing his past had that Kim Rok Soo and Cale Henituse currently did not have.

Her.

Cale did not have her.

Cale remembers a time when they met, they were both survivors, a situation where it was kill or be killed. Cale remembers how his past self sneered at her, ignored her, and even attempted to kill her. For his walls were too high and built strong that his past self didn’t allow anyone.

But it’s not like she was any different.

Feral.

Guarded.

That was who they were.

Too many betrayals,

Too many deaths,

They both knew what it was like to bear the deaths of their companions, of their loved ones.

And perhaps that was the reason they didn’t kill each other.

“I’ll kill you next time.” She said, a grin sitting on her face as a dangerous spark glints on her eyes. He looked at her, a smirk crawled up on his face as he wiped the blood on his cheek, “Of course.”

As Cale took a sip of his drink, he clutched the stem of his glass, the familiar feeling—the memories were resurfacing again. Cale didn’t know what to do with these feelings, it was unfamiliar to him and yet it was familiar at the same time.

Longing, warmth, anger, love, sadness, and so much more were making their appearance.

Cale sighed in annoyance, running a hand through his hair as he surveyed his eyes across the room.

Annoying. Cale thought.

Cale didn’t want to feel these memories.

Cale didn’t want to feel.

Because he was not him anymore.

He was the past.

Just like how he is Cale Henituse now,

He is not him anymore.

But no matter how much Cale refused it, no matter how much he denied, it kept being there. Insisting, staying, it didn’t want to go.

Stubborn, and somehow. It reminded Cale of her.

Of how she used to argue with him, of how she’s the only one to battle him in wits, to match him in intelligence, to partner him with slyness, and to love him in greatness—

Cale flinched. The thought, the recognition of what he’s feeling flashed on his eyes however as soon as it came, it was gone.

And all the while, Cake didn’t notice the looks his group sent towards each other at his actions. Cale may not notice it, but they did.

There was a time throughout all their journey that Cale would just stare as nothing with a blank expression, normally they wouldn’t mind it as the Commander normally had his usual stoic expression, but it was different. Cale had this look, a faraway look, and sometimes, something would flash in his eyes.

An emotion that the others can’t bring themselves to say.

Cale looked—

Well he looked—

He looked defeated.

He looked as if he has resigned.

And at first, they thought that maybe the war is taking a toll on the Young Master, that everything that’s happening is tiring him out, and with that reasoning, the others helped Cale. But that excuse was not enough to describe the emotions that would cross the Commander’s face.

And they thought that once everything’s done, perhaps the Young Commander would stop having those flashes of emotions. After all, it didn’t do well for him and his group.

But it didn’t.

Even after everything’s over, even as they’re celebrating the one year anniversary of the Empire’s victory.

It didn’t end.

They would find Cale having this look and then sighing annoyedly as he rans a hand through his face, as a small frown settles. Just like now.

And the group didn’t know what to do.

Because for that split moment, it felt like Cale was not Cale.

It didn’t feel like Cale was his self.

Cale…

Cale felt different.

Different that even the dragons agreed with their opinions.

And as it happened again, today, they don’t know what to do.

Contrary to their thoughts, Cale was quite aware of his actions. He was not that dense to not notice how his friends are fretting over him whenever a memory would resurface. He was not that oblivious. But Cale couldn’t bring himself to tell them, sure there were people who knew of his true identity as Kim Rok Soo, but Cale felt that his past self—before Kim Rok Soo, was personal. Whenever Cale thought of saying it to Choi Han or maybe His Majesty, Alberu Crossman, a feeling of greed—of selfishness is holding him back.

I want to keep this to myself.

They don’t have to know.

Those thoughts would plague Cale’s mind.

And that’s another reason why Cale is annoyed, because he didn’t know what to do. Sure Cale remembers her, albeit he doesn’t exactly remember what she looked like Cale remembers her, he doesn’t remember everything, but he remembers enough.

These..

These feelings were making themselves known—making themselves to rule over him. And Cale didn’t exactly like that.

For as he said, Cale was not him anymore.

And Cale didn’t know why his past self was holding onto these feelings.

It didn’t appear back when he was Kim Rok Soo, so why was it being so noisy now?

Cale clicked his tongue in annoyance as he downed his drink and slammed his glass to the passing servant’s tray as he took another glass.

And as Cale took a sip of his new drink, hoping to distract his self enough, Cale felt another familiarity.

“Really! You shouldn’t drink so much alcohol Darling! Do you want to die? Huh?” His lover glared at him, small hands clutching at the drink he was previously holding.

“Now, Now. You know I don’t get drunk that easily.” He replied back, internally chuckling at his lover being adorable, if he compared this scene to when they first met, one would say they’re two different persons. He looked at her, wanting to picture this scene forever in his mind, wishing that all of this will never end. He wants to be with her, wants to grow old with her, he wants to give his all to her. As she was rambling, fretting over his health, she failed to notice the small adoring smile painting his features as he stares at her.

He yelped as a sharp pain smacked the back of his head, looking up while caressing his head, he was met with his lover. His lover who has this pretty and dangerous smile all the while sporting a mad glare, “Darling..”

He gulped. “Y-Yes, my love?”

“Were you listening to me?”

“Yes.”

“What did I say?”

He didn’t not reply back, for he didn’t really listen to her. Too distracted by her mere presence and the warmth she brings, the weakness she brought out of him, the feelings he gave to her when he didn’t know he was capable of being loved and loving someone, when he had confessed, kissed her, made love to her. When she gave him the home—the security that they’ve found in each other.

“Well..” He gave a cheeky smile as he didn’t know what to say, well to say the truth he really wasn’t listening. “…Darling…”

Oh no.

“H-Hey.. love.. my love? Loooovvee?” He looked at her confused as she stood still until she lifted her head up and smiled at him. It wasn’t the smile that she would give him, the one full of love and warmth, no. She was pissed.

“You should start running.”

And running he did, but amidst all. He wont deny one thing.

Truly, genuinely, sincerely, and to all the heaven and earth, in greatness of all things, to their souls will death never do them part,

He loves h—

“Fucking—“ Cale clicked his tongue loudly, running his fingers through his hair as his annoyance showed in full view, there was a tick mark on his face as he didn’t bother finishing his drink and instead slammed it to a table in frustration.

“God fucking dammit—“ However before Cale could even comprehend it, there was another one.

"No matter how many enemies we face, no matter how many scars we have, no matter how many years, decades, eras. No matter how long it is." He looks at her, his gaze full of love and care, "I will never give you up."

It sounds romantic no? If it wasn’t for the circumstances and their situations, it would’ve been nice.

His eyes told of experience, of tiredness, of love, of care, of will to live. His eyes tell. They always do.

And she opened her mouth and said—

Cale didn’t even had the chance to mull over the memory before another one surfaced again.

“Darling! I told you that’s my kill!” She pouted.

And another.

“Really, take care of yourself more okay?” She bandaged his back.

And another.

“Darling..” She smiled, “You’re not cheating on me are you?”

And another.

He looks at her, with so much love—with so much passion, “I love you.”

And another.

“Hey! You fucking handsome ass bastard! How dare you do that! Do you think I’m fucking weak??! I can survive a hit or two you motherfucking sacrificial ass sly bastard!!” And then she slapped him with all her might that he ended up on the floor.

And another

“Do you think that water is wet?” He looked at her as if she had grown two heads, “Hey! Stop looking at me like that! I said stop!”

And another

“Don’t be too sad, okay?”

And another.

“I’m tired.” “It’s okay, you can rest on me.”

And another.

“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU??!!! JUST BECAUSE I LOST MY MEMORIES FOR A WHILE YOU GAVE ME TO ANOTHER MAN??!! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?!!! YOU CANT GIVE UP ON ME YOU ASSHOLE! YOU HEAR ME!! CANT!! HOW DARE YOU GIVE UP AND GIVE ME TO ANOTHER BASTARD WHO’S MORE OF A BASTARD THAN YOU, YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” Well, he certainly didn’t know expect for not a slap, but a punch to greet him. This was not what he expected their reunion to be.

And another.

“I… I love you..”

And another.

“My beloved handsome darling! The star of my world, the apple of my eyes, the star who shines brighter than the sun—“ He looked at her sourly, “Stop.”

And another.

“My love!”

And another.

“DAAARRRRRLLLLIIIIINNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!”

And another.

“I’m hungry.” “…Fine, I’ll cook.”

And another.

“Have I ever told you how handsome you are with your sleeves rolled up?”

And another.

“You’re so fucking handsome and beautiful it’s illegally legal.”

And another.

“Okay. Let’s sit.” She patted the space next to her as he looked at her in confusion as his head tilted to the side but nonetheless did what she said. She looked at him with utter seriousness and when she opened her mouth he had one of the most ridiculous expression on his face, “Why the fuck are you so handsome and pretty?”

And another.

“You cooking is male wife vibes.”

And another.

“If you see my ex please slap with with all you’ve got.”

And another, and another, and another, and another

“I have told you so many times did I not? That if, if you fucking hurt yourself I will smack you. I’m not even kidding.”

“YOU FUCKING SACRIFICIAL ASS BASTARD!!!”

“Hey.. let’s meet again.”

“Kill me? Sure, not if I kill you first.”

“Let’s not do this again, okay?”

“I.. actually want to cuddle.”

“Really~ try to have fun, Darling!”

“My love!! Darling!! Look!! I managed to cut off her head!!”

“Darling! I told you not to sleep like that!”

“Darling!”

“Darrrlliingggg!!!”

“…Darling…”

“D-Darling..”

“Dar..li..ng”

“DARLING!!”

Everything went on as memories of her ruled Cale’s mind.

“Hey.. I love you okay? Forever, and ever and ever.” She brought her bloodied hand to caress his face, wanting savour everything till her last breathe. He leaned down and nuzzle her cheek, “Till death will never do us part.” He whispers.

It was all about her.

And Cale is fucking sick of it.

He was not him anymore.

He was him.

But he is now Cale fucking Henituse.

Just what is that bastard that even now he couldn’t let go of her? Cale scoffed at his past self.

Fucking hell. Cale sighed as annoyance crossed his eyes, and by now, everyone could feel Cale’s change of mood. But like before, as soon as it showed, it was gone as well. And they were left with their usual stoic red haired commander who’s quite pissed behind the mask he shows.

“Young Master, would you like to rest?” Ron, his servant, upon noticing the quick change in his Young Master’s mood, quickly went to action.

“No. I’m fine.” Cale replied.

Ron surveyed him before backing off, “Yes, Young Master.” It seems that his Young Master is annoyed at something. Just what caused this? Ron sharpened his eyes at the crowd before him, hoping to find what caused Cale’s annoyance. But alas, it was nothing.

And as Cale took another glass, he downed it. Feeling the familiar taste of alcohol, Cale could feel himself loosening up a bit.

And Cale downed another one, and another one, and another one, and another one, till glasses and glasses filled the empty table, and still.

Cale was not drunk.

Red faced? Yes.

But drunk? No.

He has a high alcohol tolerance.

Even before, a small voice whispered at the back of his mind.

Cale ignores it.

He could hear the ancient powers asking him if he’s okay, he could hear Raon’s questions. But Cale only had one answer.

“I’m fine.”

And he was, he really is fine.

Who wouldn’t when his slacker life is finally coming onto him?

And so, Cale buried her. Deep in his mind. He buried her. Because the feelings that his past self—Cale won’t even deny it. It’s starting to mark it’s own into Cale. Cale didn’t like that. It was familiar but it was unfamiliar. Cale didn’t know how to feel.

His past self loved her before.

Kim Rok Soo did not have these memories—these feelings didn’t happen then.

But Cale Henituse?

Fucking hell it’s starting to make their way to him.

It’s fucking reaching him.

And Cale—Holy shit Cale could fucking feel the warmth—the love that his past self have.

And once that feeling went through the tiny crack that Cale had, it came bursting. All in motion.

And Cale could do nothing but succumb his self to the feelings.

For Cale Henituse knew, that in the first place, he stood no chance.

Perhaps it was the reason why Kim Rok Soo felt empty. Like somehow, a part of him died.

And that part of him filled up as Cale Henituse gained these feelings.

Ah shit. Cale chuckled mockingly at his self.

I guess even after I reincarnated I still can’t let go of her huh? Fucking shit and to think I denied it this long. No wonder I can’t let go of these feelings from the past.

That sly woman already owned him from the start.

She already had me from the start.

Cale acknowledged it.

Cale recognised it.

Cale remembers it.

His past self loved her.

Hell he loved her so much that even in another life he couldn’t let go of his feelings.

Cale wonders why these feelings didn’t make their appearance back when he was Kim Rok Soo, and why only now when he’s Cale Henituse?

And yes.

Cale acknowledges the fact that these feelings— that he still loves her.

Yes.

Love.

Cale Henituse will fucking admit that he still loves her.

His past self, Kim Rok Soo, and Cale Henituse. All of them were one.

Different bodies, but the soul will always be the same.

The soul will never forget.

His soul refuses to forget.

And in turn of that, his feelings connected.

“And death will never do us part. And don’t even think of refusing.” Goddamn even death didn’t do my feelings part, Cale remembers the vow he made to her. Truly, Cale’s feelings didn’t do part. And somehow, Cale didn’t know whether he should be glad or not. After all, Cale’s alone. She’s not here. So what’s the point?

The only thing Cale has of her is his memories and the feelings.

And Cale knows he’ll never forget it.

His record will never let him.

And just as Cale drank the wine, just in time, his hyung-nim called for him.

“Cale. Come here.” Alberu motioned for him, Cale could see Alberu talking to someone in front of him, Cake couldn’t see them since Alberu was covering them.

Cale sighed again as he put down the glass and willed himself to walk towards the Emperor.

As soon as Cale was near, The Emperor, Alberu Crossman smiled brightly,

Oh no. Cake could already feel it.

“My sworn brother, the mighty young master of the silver shield! How joyous for you to come to this event, I’m sure that young master Cale’s bright silver shield will continue to protect us. Young Master Cale, you truly are a mighty and strong her-“ However, before Alberu could even finish his sentence, someone cut him off.

“Your Majesty, The Emperor Alberu Crossman, the Shining star—no, the shining sun of the Roan Empire. The sun that shines beneath us all citizens, this humble servant of the Empire is overjoyed to be in the presence of the mighty Emperor. Truly, your brightness that shines even on the darkest days will forever be embedded onto us Your Majesty, this humble servant of the Empire basks in your presence Your Majesty, as His Majesty’s beauty and grace that is like the star that shines upon us citizens brings joy to us. Truly, a lowly noble like myself can only cry in admiration.” Cale had a proud smirk in his face at the look of his hyung.

Well, if he wasn’t in the presence of these nobles he might as well give threaten his dongsaeng of the Prime Minister’s position.

Alberu forced a smile on his face as he faked a laugh and went to hug Cale, said man on the other hand graciously received his hyung’s hug however as soon as that happened,

“Bullshit.”

“You bastard.”

Cale and Alberu instantly whispered this to each other all the while sporting a bright smile, as if nothing is happening.

“Anyways.” Alberu cleared his throat as soon as the hug broke and motioned to the people behind him, the ones who he was talking with earlier, Cale noticed.

Alberu gestured his hand, “Cale, meet Duke Ophius, Duke, this is the eldest son of the Henituse Duchy.”

Ophius Duchy.

Cale remembers them.

They’re a Duchy specializing in herbs and poison as well as creating the highest grade of potions. Their Duchy aided them in the war with multiple Potions as well as ointments that worked incredibly fast.

“Cale Henituse.” Cale gave a nod to the Duke, his stoic face as usual wasn’t giving out anything of what he’s thinking.

“Yes, I’ve heard many things about you Young Master Cale.” The Duke said. You really don’t know what he’s thinking The Duke thought as he glanced at Cale, before a smile surfaced and he took a step to the side.

And it was only now that Cale noticed that the Duke brought someone else.

“Young Master, this is my daughter. She’s the one behind the antidotes and all the other potions during the war.”

And as he fully saw her, Cale felt his breathe hitch.

He knew her.

He knew that scent.

He knew those eyes.

Ever since Cale accepted the fact of his memories—that he acknowledged it, Cale gained all of his memories from the past.

And he knew that face.

He knew those eyes.

She might have a different body but the soul does not forget.

The heart will never forget.

It’s her.

She’s here.

Before him.

Standing.

Breathing.

Alive.

Wearing a dress befitting of her status as the Duke’s daughter, accessories painting her as her hair shined beneath the lights. Cale wasn’t one to be sentimental and poetic, but Cale will admit.

She’s beautiful—ethereal even. Words cannot describe her.

And Cale felt like laughing because he realized it.

Kim Rok Soo didn’t feel these feelings and these memories because she did not exist in his world before.

She was not in Kim Rok Soo’s world.

And now that she’s here?

It explains everything.

And judging by the slight widen of her eyes, it seems that she didn’t know that Cale was him.

He knows that she knows of his existence, after all, she has aided him in battle.

But he knows that she didn’t know that Cale Henituse was him.

That he was him reincarnated in this world.

After all, in this life, they have never met in person.

“It is an honor to meet the person behind the victories, Young Master Cale.”

And as Cale snapped back to the present, he let out a smirk.

A smirk of amusement.

So this is how she’s going to play it?

Fine. I’ll play her game.

Cale’s smirk widened as a glint flashed in his eyes.

“Human! You have that face again! Are we going to steal something? Who are we scamming?”

Steal? Yeah, sure.

I’m going to steal her.

And when Cale opened his mouth,

Alberu almost tripped.

“I’ve heard many things about you, My lady.”

MY LADY?!!!!

“It seems that the esteemed Lady of the Ophius Duchy is quite the genius.”

Cale’s group looked at in incredulously, sure they’ve seen him do that but usually it’s because of their plan. But this?

They didn’t know what made him do this.

“Your abilities have greatly aided us during the battle, My Lady.”

Cale’s smirked just became larger at her look.

He knows she knows that she expected this, but to think he’ll actually do it..

I bet she didn’t know that.

Cale ignored their looks as he gave a bright smile towards her, “I’ve been wanting to meet you but it seems that My Lady was too busy.”

That wasn’t a lie. Cale really was trying to make contact with her in hopes that he’ll make a deal with her, but all Cale got in response was a letter sent by—Cale presumes— is one of her people. And Cale that time didn’t mind it, as long as he got what he wanted all is well.

And to be honest, Cale didn’t really mind not meeting her. At first.

But who’s to say Cale wouldn’t use this opportunity to make contact with her now?

“Ah.. my apologies Young Master. It seems I was too busy during those times.” Cale could see her holding back a frown as she smiled.

Oh?

She really isn’t giving in.

“Cale.”

“Pardon?” She looks at him confused, but what came out of Cale’s mouth shook her whole being.

“Just call me Cale.”

This.. this bastard!

What the hell is he doing?!!

She gritted her teeth as she sharply glares at Cale, said man merely smiled as his eyes glints in amusement.

Seeing that, she sneered at him. Quite openly so.

He knows what he’s goddamn doing!

Really—!!!

And the fact that he’s dressed like that— a black commander uniform—courtesy of his majesty with a little threat to Cale with the Prime Minister’s Position— with half of his hair tied with a black ribbon, handsome and beautiful features, Cale looks ethereal.

Fucking hell he always does—

Everyone—literally everyone around them felt shock coursing through their bodies.

Does Cale know this woman?

Is he affiliated with her?

But from what he said he hasn’t met her right?

Or has he?

Confusion filled people’s mind, especially Cale’s family as well as the Emperor.

Heck, Duke Ophius felt his jaw land on the floor at the thought that his daughter and the young hero knows each other.

They have never seen Cale act like this.

Choi han didn’t see this side of Cale— even as Kim Rok Soo.

So how?

Why?

Who is this woman that made Cale—the Young Master like this?

“I believe I cannot do that, Young Master.”

Cale raised a brow, “And why is that, Young Lady of the esteemed Ophius Duchy?” Cale said with a close eyed smile.

She felt her twitch before the same bright smile appeared on her face, “I believe the Young Master of the Silver Shield is too mighty and is too high for me to casually address the Young Master informally.”

“Nonsense. It wouldn’t be if I, myself—gave you permission to.”

“But I am a mere—“

“My Lady, you are from a Duchy who have made quite the accomplishments and contributions during the war.”

“And compared to the Young Master who lead the war and came back with victories, I am but a mere peasant.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Young Master.”

“But I remember that the Young Lady had become a big part of the war’s victory.” Cale smirked.

“It is small compared to the Young Master of the Henituse Duchy.” She countered with a smile of her own.

“My Lady.”

“Young Master.”

Thunder seemed to spark between to the two as smiled became strained.

Cale sighed, so this is how you’re going to this huh?

Fine.

“Your Majesty.”

“Yes, Cale?”

“Don’t we have the problem of numerous bugs and different kinds of insects infecting on one of our land?” Cale mentioned.

Alberu, confused but still responded. “Yes. I believe the council are coming up with solutions for that, although I have my own alternative.” Now, what is this crazy bastard planning? Alberu looked at Cale suspiciously.

Cale smiled,

Oh no.

She already knows where this is going.

“I believe that the Young Lady of the Ophius Duchy would be the perfect fit to give this task t—“

“Darling.”

Got you.

Cale smiled brightly, “Yes, my love?”

She stared at him with annoyance as she clicked her tongue, “You planned this, did you not?”

“I believe I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She scoffs at him in reply, turning her head away with a ‘hmph!’.

And amidst all, Cale only smiled at her adoringly. Looking at her with warmth and love that the people around him flinched. Especially Alberu.

Least to say, everyone had the memory of their lives.

Literally.

[hotwings0203]

Guys I’m having another Bakugo brainrot

Tw: bullying, noncon, nonconsensual peeping, manipulation

Remember that one episode of MHA where the class goes to the sauna and M*neta tries to check da girls out over the wall?

Imagine the same scenario, but years later when they’re all older

The class wanted a reunion, just to relax and blow off some steam

You’re with the girls, and you all lay back in the hot water reminiscing about the older days when everyone was still getting the hang of their own quirks

Mina brings up this exact same scene but years ago.

“Ohmigosh, do you guys remember the last time we came in our first year here and Mineta totally tried to get a peek at us?”

“Ugh, I hope Iida is keeping a good hold on him right now,” Ochacko giggles, kicking her feet up to rest on a rock

You hum in agreement, tilting your head back to rest against the wooden wall separating you and the boys.

As it was, Uraraka was almost spot on with her hopes. Except, Iida and Tokoyami were out getting refreshments for the rest of the boys, leaving the remaining group to their own plot.

Which was lead by Mineta, of course, who had the brilliant idea to spy on the girls, just like they almost did years back.

“Guys, come on, please they’re right there!” He practically salivates, wildly gesturing to the tall wooden wall in front of them.

Most of them shift uncomfortably and groan about him being a creep as usual, but the rest stay silent.

Mineta takes their lack of outright refusal as fuel to keep blabbering.

“Look, we almost got away with it back then-“

“-You mean you got away with it, we didn’t do shit. And you didn’t exactly get off scot-free, Kota completely demolished your attempts and you landed ass down on Four-Eyes’ face,” Bakugo drawls, leaning his head backwards and looking up at the obsidian sky. The boys laugh, remembering the ridiculous event.

The night is cool, the stars littering the inky atmosphere take the pressure off of Bakugo’s lungs. For weeks now they’ve been training like dogs, battling each other and even minor villains for extra practice of their quirks. This trip was supposed to be a leisure getaway, not a free porno.

But the grape-headed perv is insistent, scoffing and waving the blond’s quip off like some annoying fly.

“You know, there’s something in it for you too, Bakugo. I’ve seen the way you look at Y/N.”

This causes a murmur and a couple of light beers towards the blond, who in turn snarls and ignites his hand to quell the commotion. All of them had an inkling that Katsuki Bakugo had finally set his sights on some poor girl, and that was you. It was such a rare sight to see his face flush slightly when you walked past him, the way he stuttered over his words a bit when you two would be conversing amongst the same group, and best of all, when they would see how he would excuse himself to the bathroom or locker room occasionally when your hero suit would tear in certain places after battles.

“Shut the fuck up 3’2, unlike you I don’t need to ogle at those brain dead bimbos.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you thought of Y/N as a ‘brain dead bimbo’, Bakugo, I’ll be sure to let her know how you feel” Mineta grinned maliciously, and the boys ‘oooo’ed at the jab.

Bakugo’s voice caught in his throat.

“You wouldn’t,” he growled, rising slightly out of the water.

“I already know you’ll kill me afterwards, but I’m prepared for the repercussions if you don’t help...cooperate here,” Grapehead inspected a cuticle and feigned a yawn.

“Come on Bakugo, it’s not like it’s gonna hurt anyone! Well keep this to ourselves,” Denki chimed in a little too eagerly.

“Yeah, I mean, we’re only asking for your and everyone’s support so that we can focus better on training y’know? A little fun never killed anyone.” Sero threw his arm over Kirishima’s shoulder, who blushed at the whole ordeal but kept silent all the while.

Katsuki looked around. Slowly, others were starting to really listen in and look interested at the outcome of Mineta’s plan. Surely a little peeping wouldn’t be too bad would it? And plus, it was only a one time thing.

Shoto was faring the same way as Kirishima, quiet and maybe embarrassed at what they were planning on doing, but no outright refusal. Even Deku had a weird longing glint in his eye, the same kind he would get when he used to fawn over All Might.

He thought about it for a minute more, a chance to see you, naked, honest, and pure, splashing around with your friends as you let your femininity dangle as it pleased.

“Do whatever the hell you want. I’m not taking blame if the bird and glasses come back, though.”

Hushed cheers and excited murmurs erupt from around the spring, and they huddle together to form a plan.

A couple minutes later, the boys were grouping around the wooden panels. Todoroki had burned a hole into the soft wood, and sero had used his transparent tape to cover it up so that the girls couldn’t see it from their side.

And there they were, completely bare, hair flowing, curves showing, voices mature and high pitched giggles emanating from around the water and bank.

Bakugo seeks you out immediately after the hole is made, shoving his way through the crowded bodies much to the amusement of others. But he doesn’t care, all he wants at the moment is to see you in your most honest element.

He doesn’t have to look long, because you’re right there, you’re right in front of them, only a few meters away. Your back is facing them, but the sight of your smooth, naked back and the round curve of your ass squishing against the rocks underneath you is enough to make Bakugo’s cock bob painfully above the water. It’s not too hard to hide his erection since the boys’s attention is elsewhere at the moment.

Your hair is open, and he wants nothing more than to feel it in his hands, run his fingers though your scalp and pull so hard that your neck is snapped back, he wants to know what kind of noises you’ll make for him, would you sound shrill and high pitched or would you wail and bellow for him to let go?

They can hear the girls talking amongst themselves, the hole in the wall makes their voices more audible and clear.

“Quit playing coy, Jirou, we know you’ve got your eye on someone,” Hagakure’s body is nowhere to be found as usual, but her chipper voice rings out from the middle of the hot spring.

Jirou is a few feet away from where you sit, her body also being shown for everyone to see. Bakugo glances at Kaminari to confirm his suspicion, but gags and quickly looks away when he gets an eyeful of his friends’ erect cock.

Not that Bakugo himself has room to talk, though.

“I mean, not really, it’s not a big deal.” The ravenette shifts and hides her head from the rest of girls’ cooing.

“Uh huh, sure. You’re not fooling anyone Kiyoka, I’ve seen the way you look at Denki. You two can’t keep your eyes off each other, it’s cute,” you purr, and Bakugo holds himself back from shoving the other guys out of the way just so that he can hear your voice the best.

Squeals and sounds of splashing fill the air, and Sero and Kirishima whisper excitedly and clap their red-faced friend on the back. Denki can’t keep the 50K watt smile off his face, and even Bakugo grunts and knocks shoulders with him, letting him know that he was happy for the human charger.

But then Jirou claps back with her own snarky observation, and the boys fall hush at the new revelation.

“Alright, you wanna talk about ogling Y/N? Then tell me, how’s Deku doing?”

“Or Bakugo, too,” Mina adds slyly, and now all the girls’ attention, as well as the boys’, is on you.

Bakugo felt like he had whiplash. He would’ve been elated, on Cloud 9 even to hear that maybe you had something for him too, had shitty Deku’s name not have been thrown in there too.

And he looks around wildly for the green haired freak, the freckles dusted across the expanse of his face even more prominent from the deep blush quickly forming, his scarred hands holding the sides of his face shaking in awe and gleeful shock.

But the rest of the boys aren’t as oblivious to how Bakugo seethes at his rival’s joy, from the way the water gets hotter from his quirk sparking underneath the rippling waves. Kirishima scoots closer to his friend and gently lays a hand on his shoulder as if to say, calm down, man. Not right now.

And so the hothead leaves it for the time being, opting to hear your response.

“I-it’s really nothing, they’re both just good classmates like the rest of the guys,” and although your back is turned to them, it doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re embarrassed too, your leg skittishly bouncing in front of you is making your ass jiggle from the back, much to the delight of the salivating boys.

Bakugo wants to spill blood when he suddenly realizes your body is being shown for the rest of these dogs to see

The girls start teasing you, your splutters being drowned out by their playful accusations.

“Come on L/N, whose cuter?”

“Dont act all coy now, I know how nervous you get when you’re all close to Bakugo. I mean I don’t blame you, have you seen his muscles? He could crush someone’s head with those things!”

“Yeah, but have you seen the way she giggles when Deku starts his mumbling tangents? That’s a classic crush right there.”

Bakugo is getting desperate to hear your answer now, some of the boys have left, feeling like they had their full of excitement for the night. They saw some tits and ass, heard some gossip, end of story.

The only ones remaining were Bakugo and his gang, as well as IcyHot and Shitty Deku.

Shitty Deku, who seemed equally eager to hear your response.

It pissed him off that he wasn’t getting the message to fuck off, even after all the growling and death stares he was receiving from his childhood friend.

But he guesses after a lifetime of dealing with it, it doesn’t scare Deku as much as it does anymore.

Maybe he’ll have to amp it up, later

“W-well I mean both of them have their own respective...flaws and strengths I guess..sometimes Deku can be kinda hard to talk to ‘cuz he’s so shy, but Bakugo can be a real jerk at times, too.”

You trail off, and Bakugo scoffs to himself. Him? Flaws? Those two words didn’t go well in one sentence together, but nonetheless he continues to listen. He wouldn’t refute the notion of him being an asshole, he wasnt that delusional.

“And yeah, I mean Bakugo definitely intimidates me sometimes with how aggressive he can be, but Deku is definitely getting up there in terms of physical prowess. But in terms of who I like, I’d have to say-“

“Midoriya! Bakugo! What are you two doing over there?”

Iidas voice booms across the water, and all 6 of the boys jump back, startled at the intrusion.

“No, wait-“ Bakugo hisses, clawing his way towards the hole to hear the rest of what you had to say, but Sero and Todoroki shove him back and patch the hole up with fire and tape, shutting off your confession.

Deku waves his arms around wildly, stammering some excuse of dropping his towel in the spot where they all were sheepishly gathered. They eventually waded their way over to where Tokoyami had set the drinks down, but the blond was shaking with hot rage despite the cool refreshment that was shoved into his hand by a wary Kirishima.

“Don’t sweat it dude, it’s not like her and Midoriya are gonna da-“

“Finish that sentence and I’ll blast both your and his head off,” he glowers at the redhead, shorting a dark look to where an all-too-happy Deku was chatting with Todoroki, as if they hadn’t been drooling over their naked classmates merely a couple minutes ago.

Kirishima backs off with raised hands in surrender, leaving Katsuki to mull over the situation by himself.

You couldn’t seriously be interested in that green haired freak, right? I mean he could barely talk to a girl without tripping over his own damn tongue, for fucks sake.

Not that he was any better himself. He failed to acknowledge the times where you had merely asked him for an extra pencil, when he snapped at you for being such a fuckin’ dumbass that you couldn’t even remember to bring your own shit. He had done that out of pure impulse, but he regretted it the moment he saw your face fall, his heart clenching at the sight

He’d have to show you that he was the better option, regardless of if you wanted it or not.

And so when they had all gotten out of the water and gotten ready for food, Bakugo already knew what he had to do.

You were all eating outside in the camp pavilion, each at their own separate tables. He was sitting with the boys, all of them joking around and throwing food at each other while he was staring you down.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. How could you expect him to, after he had seen half of you bare already? It was sinful almost, the way you were completely in the dark about what he had seen and heard, while he himself was fantasizing about what you looked like and felt like on the front.

So when Deku came by your table, no doubt also having the same conversation of the springs in mind, wanting to get closer to you, Bakugo felt his sanity snap.

The fork he held in his hand started melting in his ignited hand, steam curling from his palm. He watched as the green-eyed fuck made successful shitty attempts to make you laugh, his eyes trained on where you gently laid a hand on his shoulder after something he said that made you throw your head back and howl with glee.

“Hey man, your fork-!” Kaminari yelped, pointing at the disfigured mess of metal in his friend’s steaming hand.

“Huh?” Bakugo was pulled out of his irate daze, and he quickly dropped the fork when he saw what he unconsciously did.

They all looked at him for an uneasy minute after noticing the expression on his face, no doubt understanding he was furious about being compared to Deku once again in front of you.

“Look, Bakugo, don’t really take what Y/N said to heart. We don’t know who she actually likes, and Midoriya’s just her friend...” but Sero trails off hesitantly after glancing in your direction, seeing Deku’s dreamy expression as your hand still continues to rest on his shoulder.

“Just let her come to you, yeah? You don’t wanna force anything on her, that’ll make her really uncomfortable-“

-“Shut the fuck up Shitty Hair, and mind your own damn business,” Bakugo interjects, abruptly unscrewing his drink and standing up, unable to lose you to some broccoli- headed bug-eyed fuck.

He stiffly walks across the pavilion to where you two sit, and feigns a swig from his bottle. Your focus is still on Deku, so you don’t notice him approach until he comes up behind you two and ‘trip’s, falling forward and strategically spilling the liquid all over Deku’s back and your front.

You squeal as your blouse is drenched, and Deku shoots up from his seat to grab some napkins while searching for the perpetrator.

“What the- Kacchan?”

“Oops.”

Bewildered, you look at the two while dabbing the wet splotches on your shirt, Mina and Tsu jumping into action to help you.

The boys exchange a weird look, and although Bakugo gave his version of an apology, he doesn’t look very sorry. In fact, if you saw it right he looked almost...smug? With a bit of anger?

Deku wasn’t any easier to understand either. His voice was lilted as usual while he grabbed napkins, but his gaze never left his childhood friends’ and his eyes weren’t exactly the big doe-eyes you had grown fond of.

They were darkened, and narrowed as they bored into Bakugo’s eyes. Neither one of them was looking away from each other, and there was a weird tension in the air that everyone could sense.

But you couldn’t focus on that right now, you had to go and wash up.

“I gotta change and maybe take a shower, I can feel it sticking to my skin,” you scrunch your nose in disgust and tell Mina as you stand to leave. Deku offers to walk you, but you wave him off kindly.

As you pass by Bakugo, you can feel his eyes rove up and down your body, very obviously staring at the way your white shirt clings to your chest from the liquid, sending chills up your spine.

But he doesn’t come after you, not yet.

It’s only after everyone has finished up from their dinner and headed off to bed almost 20 minutes later that the showers finally, finally warm up enough for you to dip a hesitant toe in.

Curse the old pipes.

*******

He watches you from the dark, the only light you’re provided with is the dim emergency light from the rusty bulb, the camp counselors having been shut the facility’s lights off merely a half hour ago. But you were stubborn in waiting for the water to warm up so you were left alone in the showers, shifting uncomfortably in your sticky wet clothes.

And then miraculously you get up for the umpteenth time to check the temperature of the water, and it’s finally deemed appropriate for you when you sigh in relief and start taking your shoes off.

He hides in the door partition, his cock hardening slowly as he thinks of you alone with just him and his mercy. You were going to pay for almost breaking his heart and prancing around with stupid fucking Deku instead.

But asides from his rage, he still liked you, a lot. He wanted you to want him as much as he wanted you, so he decided to try and attempt to make your first time with him as gentle and as special as he could in the dirty cabin showers.

Bakugo waits with bated breath for the right moment, and the second your hands grip the end of your shirt to pull it up, he slowly emerges from the dark.

“You know, I’m glad you came here alone, at night. It’s almost like you wanted this.”

You jump violently at the low voice coming from seemingly nowhere, and you wildly look around for the source until you see him...coming at you slow from the inky abyss of the room, like a predator stalking his prey.

His figure seems to loom even larger than he actually is, the shadows of his tall body bouncing off the walls and grazing over the top of your head. He seems to be in no rush, taking his time with his hands in his pockets, eyes flashing dangerously at you as he stalks forward until he’s backed you up against the deteriorating wall, chest to chest with you.

“W-what the hell, Bakugo,” you stammer nervously. “This is the girls room, you can’t be here-“

And the hand you raise to push him away is caught in his calloused ones, your other wrist is quickly seized as well and slammed above your head. You cry out in pain and try kicking out, but he wedges a bulky knee in between your thigh and shoves his face mere millimeters away from yours, a mean leer adorning his normally-attractive face.

“What, I can’t be here? And here I was thinking that you almost liked me. But oh, I forgot, Deku’s your favorite, right?” The grip on your wrist tigthens and his leg flexes from in between your thighs.

You squirm and sob, about to ask what the hell he was talking about-

Oh.

Oh no.

He sees the understanding pass over your face, and he laughs cruelly at the horror that comes with it.

“You heard me? How?”

“Not just heard. I saw you, too.”

He lets his eyes drop from your neck, to your chest, and then to the juncture between your legs which was being massaged by his knee.

Tears well up in your eyes as you realize he was watching you this entire evening in the springs. How he got away with it, you didn’t want to even know.

“I saw your hair open for the first time, and not in that stupid hairdo you always do for school.”

He trails his hand softly up the sides of your body and up your neck until he reaches his big hand into your scalp. You whimper and gasp as he laces his fingers through your locks, seeming to caress you but then harshly yanking your head back so you had no choice but to look at him head on.

“I saw your ass pressed up against the rocks, and I wished it was up against my cock instead.”

He removes his hand from your hair and snakes it down to your bottom, kneading and slapping it lightly. You writhe even harder now, too scared to make a noise in case he hurts you even worse, just wanting him to get the hell off of you.

“But I didn’t see the front of you. I imagined what you would look like with tears streaming down your face while I was stuffing you full of me”

He plays with the edge of your shirt, a dark look in his eye as he plays with you. You try to budge your hands but to now avail, only serving in annoying him and shoving his knee up further into your crotch. The pressure on your clit is immense, and your legs start shaking as you’re forced to be suspended almost midair on his knee.

“Take this off,” he says softly, the rasp catching in his voice.

“Bakugo, please. You don’t have to do this, I swear I won’t tell anyone-“

“You think I’m worried about if you’ll tell anyone? Hah! I already know you won’t, wanna know why?”

He leans in, inhaling the scent of your hair and grazing his nose along the side of your neck. You force yourself to breath in and out, feeling an impending heart attack.

“‘Cause if you do, I’ll make sure to fuck you in front of everyone, especially on Deku’s broken body.”

And then you can’t stop them, the tears fall from your body shaking in pure fear at his threat.

You knew he wouldn’t actually do something like that, but hearing it snarled in your ear so softly made you believe it all the same, the power he held while you were fucked, literally and metaphorically.

“Now I’m not gonna ask you again. Take this shit off before I burn it, bitch.”

You don’t want to piss him off further, so with trembling hands you lift the edge of your sticky uniform and start to pull it off, but he stops you with a frustrated grunt.

“Slowly. I wanna savor this while no ones here.”

You bite your lip and suppress a scream as you do what he says.

And oh, does he ever savor it. The shirt clings deliciously to your breasts, and he licks his lips as it ruffles up and over your head. Your skin is perspiring from the humid air, a sheen of sweat lightly decorating your collarbones. Bakugo can’t hold himself back any longer, and you yelp when he comes at you suddenly.

He lunges at your face and pins your arms down by your side again as his lips mesh against yours, his kiss filled with clacking teeth and a thrashing tongue against your lips. The knee you’re straddling is bouncing lightly up and down, jostling you on it and causing your cunt to pulsate with heat.

You let out a distressed moan, and he swallows it greedily, using the advantage of your open mouth to delve deeper into your wet cavern. You open bleary eyes and flinch when you find his already wide open, staring back into unforgiving vermillion orbs.

He pulls back slightly, panting. “I bet Deku didn’t get this kind of treatment, huh? It’s all for me right?”

You don’t know if he’s genuinely asking you or just being insane, so you don’t answer him. Fortunately and unfortunately for you, he doesn’t care for your response, rather more focusing on dragging you by your neck towards the hot showers.

You slip and stumble as he shoves you in a stall, gaining your balance only too late when he turns and locks the door.

“Look, I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, just forget you saw or heard anything at the springs, it was just girl talk, stupid stuff that didn’t mean anything-“

“-even if it didn’t mean anything to you I’ll make sure you believe what you’ll feel after I fuck you senseless.”

And with that, he tugs off his clothes and licks his lips at the sight of you cowering against the wall, naked and oh so vulnerable.

He slowly shifts towards you, pressing his body flush against your trembling one. You can feel the outline of his erection on your thigh, and you swallow at how big it is.

“I don’t wanna have to close your mouth or restrain you when I’m balls deep in that tight cunt. So don’t do anything stupid and this’ll be a whole lot easier for you.”

He reaches a hand down and lightly strokes your labia, relishing in how you whimper and jerk against him, but don’t dare try to stop his hand.

Smart girl

Another hand finds its way to your tits, tugging and pulling at your hardened nipples. You gasp and arch into his touch, slowly coming undone from his ministrations. He humps against your leg like a teenage kid, grunting while he does so.

His mouth is attacking yours once again, but now you’re too tired from the constant surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins to even move your head. You just let him play with your body, your heart, your soul.

“I think the princess is wet enough for me now,” he leers at you when he pulls his fingers away, scissoring his digits to show the strings of wetness he pulled from your pussy.

You squeal and grab onto his chiseled arms as he suddenly hikes his hands underneath your upper thighs and picks you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his middle for support.

He slams you against the wall, the water cascading down your head is making your hair stick to your face, and in a strange and sudden show of intimacy Bakugo softly moves your locks away from your eyes. Your gazes lock, yours desperate and tear filled while his scarlet hues show no signs of mercy, but rather a strange predatory hunger.

Your arms scrabble behind his head and on his shoulders for balance as he slowly sinks you down on his length. You hiss and throw your head back at the sensation of being filled, and he eats it up.

He watches the way your mouth opens, your eyes widen, as every sinful sound your body can make escapes you.

As if he needed more of an ego boost

You wail as the last inches are sucked into your dripping hole, and he lets out a mean breathy laugh.

“Fuck, you really were ready huh? I should’ve taken you weeks ago, little slut.”

Your brows furrow and you try to turn your face away but he snatches your chin in a hardened grip.

“Uh-uh, none of that shit. You were doing so well, don’t turn away from me now.”

He slowly starts to roll his hips minutely into yours, not exactly thrusting but enough movement to make your cunt flutter and throb.

“What do you want me to say? You got what you wanted!” You whisper to him, more tears falling down freely down your cheeks.

He can’t help himself, he groans and surges forward to lick the salty rivers up, gripping your ass tightly when you flinch.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me how much you want me, how much better I am than that green-haired bastard and I won’t shove it up your ass.”

You can feel his abdomen clench and shake from the effort he’s making not to completely batter your cervix so you give in quickly, afraid of what he’s like when his thin strands of self restraint snap.

“I...I love you Bakugo. I really want y-ooh!”

The last bit of your sentence is choked off as he lifts you up all the way to his tip and slams your hips down his length. You gasp and weave your hands through his hair for support, your legs violently shaking at the pain.

He grunts and starts really giving it to you, setting a fast pace as he bounces you on his cock. Your head is bobbing around, you’re fairly certain there’s drool coming down your lips but you can’t find it in you to care as he fucks you into oblivion.

After a couple of more painful thrusts he pushes you against the wall and removes your hands from his hair, holding them above your head against the wall. You’re trapped with your upper half plastered against the dingy tile while your lower half is wrapped his dick.

Your cunt swallowing him down is the only leverage you have, so your whole body weight presses down on his shaft. He moans loudly at the pressure on his tip, your gooey hot walls clamping around him from every angle and you yourself can’t help it when your eyes roll back at the sensation.

He rocks his hips up, and up you go as well, whining and clawing at the wall behind you, desperately grappling onto your sanity as well. Your tits bounce with each thrust, and his glinting eyes take perverse joy in their obscene movements.

Bakugo starts moving in earnst now, deeming the slow strokes enough prep for you. He batters your womb, reaching places not even your fingers could access, making you go cross eyed.

He sees this and snickers at your pathetic state.

“Fuck yeah you little whore. You’re gonna learn no one else can satisfy this slutty pussy like I can.”

You give him nothing but a choked gasp in response. You head moves like a bobblehead, you can’t even see clearly from the water cascading into your eyes. He’s just a towering blob of ashy blond hair and large muscles.

His hips start stuttering in their rhythm, drawing to a close from his contrasting pounding minutes earlier. Your nails rake over his forearms, holding on for dear life as he pants and groans into your ear like an animal. His dick spasms inside you for a second or two, and then Bakugo suddenly holds you tight against him, wet bodies pressed against each other as he cums.

He lets out a loud moan as you whine into his shoulder at the sensation of his hot seed filling you up. You’re held against his heaving chest for a moment of two, the both of you catching your breath until he slowly backs up and lets you slip to the ground.

It’s suddenly very quiet, the sound of the shower is drowned out by the ringing in your head. You’re shaking, shock overcoming your abused body as you refuse to look at him.

But he won’t have any of that. He steps forward, and you flinch yet again, scrambling backwards to put very necessary space between him and you.

“You got what you wanted. Please leave, I won’t say anything to anyone.” You breath out shakily.

He’s silent for a moment before you hear him chuckle. His low chuckles grow louder and more derisive, he’s booming with sinister laughter and you snap your head up in horror at him.

“You think this is done?”

He crouches to your level suddenly, elbows on his knees as he cocks his head at you, eyeing your naked body that he so recently claimed as his. His gaze travels down to where his cum seeps from between your legs, and you quickly cross your limbs over to prevent him from seeing the lewd sight.

“You’re mine now, Y/N. I already told you, you’re not gonna be talking to Deku, or any other guy apart from me. You think they’ll even want you when they find out how you loved being fucked in the dirty showers? Everyone’s gonna call you a slut, nothing else.”

“No, that’s not true you-“

He crawls to you, and it’s so mesmerizingly terrifying to see a man of his build crawl to you like some deranged humanoid that you shut up, words caught in your throat.

“Shut the fuck up.” He says softly. “You’re my bitch now, and you’ll do whatever the fuck I say, when I say it.”

Bakugo might’ve felt a little bad to see the girl he liked so scared of him all because of his doing, but the way you trembled and crossed your legs like the stupid, helpless little girl that you were erased every hesitancy from his mind.

He grabbed your cheeks and smushed them together, paying no mind to the pleas and whimpers you let out in retaliation.

Licking a long stripe up your neck, you shivered when he growled, “now clean up and be outside in 10 minutes, you’re sleeping in my bunk tonight. The guys are all asleep so we’ll just take an empty room in the cabin.”

He released you and stood back up, grabbing a towel for himself along the way. Drying his hair off, his back was turned to you as he started picking his clothes up too.

You just sat there in a daze, wondering what the hell just happened.

“Oh, and Y/N?” He was dressed, and he was at the door now.

“If you think about doing anything stupid or take longer than 10 minutes, I’ll come back in and get you personally. And I’ll make sure that we stay here for the rest of the night, just in case you like your little time alone that I’m giving you too much.”

[lxvislxdy]

Lock and Key | Bakugou K.

Summary: It all started out as a harmless prank - Denki’s idea, to get the two of you to talk. It was no secret that you had feelings for Bakugou Katsuki, at least, not amongst your friends. Denki had meant well, sure, when he’d handcuffed the two of you together, but when the key goes missing... well, let’s just say, it’s gonna be a long 24 hours.

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x reader

Warning(s): Swearing, that should be it

Notes: Reminder that my requests are open! Let me know what you’d like to see on my page! Hope you enjoy this cute little fic for Bakugou :) I just wanted to write something soft and lighthearted, and cute, so this is that.

You were going to kill Denki. That is, if Bakugou didn’t get to him first.

“Calm down, Bakubro! Murdering one of our classmates would not be very manly of you!”

And if it wasn’t for Kirishima, holding Bakugou back with all of his strength and giving you a sympathetic look as you were dragged along, Denki would’ve been toast. Literally. 

“Look, man, I’m sorry!” Denki was saying, hiding behind Mina and Sero, “It’s just a prank, dude, a joke! Don’t kill me!” 

“I’m gonna end you, spark plug!” Bakugou growled, “Get over here and get this shit off of me!”

Sero, barely holding back his laughter, said, “Aw, come on, Bakugou, I wouldn’t call y/n ‘shit’!”

For a moment, Bakugou blinks like he’s stunned, but then his murderous glare returns ten fold. “That’s... That’s not even what I meant, dunce face! I meant the handcuffs! Get. Them. OFF!”

You know, from the look Mina is sending you, that you’re blushing. 

“Okay!” Kaminari scrambles out from behind the two, smiling sheepishly as he searches all his pockets, “No worries, man, let me just... let me... get the... key...”

Bakugou finally settles down, and you breathe a sigh of relief as he drops his hand, yours falling with it. You rub at your wrist lightly, eyebrows drawn together. You’d been handcuffed to Bakugou for almost ten minutes now, and your wrist was already sore from being yanked around so much. 

“What’s taking so long, dunce face?” Bakugou grumbles.

“Well, you see, uhm... okay, listen, don’t be... don’t be mad, bro, just...” Kaminari laughs, eyes wide in fear, voice dropping so low you could hardly hear him, “I can’t exactly find it.”

You yelp in surprise as Bakugou activates his quirk, feeling the heat against the back of your hand. 

“What did you say?!” 

Everyone winces as he yells, face almost as red as Kirishima’s hair. 

“Careful, dude, don’t burn her!” Kirishima says, hand on Bakugou’s shoulder. 

Bakugou shoves him off, but listens to him nonetheless, and the heat subsides. 

“It’s okay, Kiri, I’m fine.” You tell him quietly. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Denki says, guiltily. 

“Yeah, you’re about to be real sorry.” Bakugou says, “If you don’t get these off in the next five seconds!”

“Look, let’s just calm down for a minute, okay?” You say, stepping between the two. You feel Bakugou’s arm tug back against yours, as you move farther away from him, and your blush deepens. “Sorry. Anyway... why don’t we just see if Momo can make an extra key? Right?"

“That’s a good idea!” Kirishima says, optimistically. “See? Everything’s fine.”

“Yeah, why didn’t I think of that?” Kaminari scratches his head.

“Because you’re an idiot.” Bakugou mutters darkly.

Mina purses her lips, shifting back and forth on the balls of her feet. “Yeah, that would be great... Except Momo is visiting her parents, and won’t be back till later tonight.”

And just like that, Bakugou explodes again. “WHAT?!”

...

After a stressful call with Momo, involving Bakugou taking the phone from Mina not once, but twice, and telling her to ‘get her and her stupid ass ponytail back to UA NOW!’, it’s finally decided that you’ll just have to wait it out. Even Bakugou can’t say he’d rather go to Aizawa, because explaining this meant explaining the handprint shaped burns in Denki’s door.

Of course, Momo promises to help as soon as she’s back, but that’s still hours and hours away. 

Bakugou, who still practically had steam coming out of his ears, sat beside you on the couch silently. Across from you, the rest of the group watched in sympathy (and fear). No one dared to break the silence, in fear he’d blow up on them again. You couldn’t say you blamed them. 

“Come on.” Bakugou’s sudden command startles you.

“What? Where are we going?” You ask, following his lead and standing up (you were getting dragged along, either way). 

He rolls his eyes, sighing, “I don’t know, but I’m not just gonna sit around like an idiot all day.”

He doesn’t wait for your response, marching out of the room. You look over your shoulder on your way out, a silent cry for help, and Denki has the audacity to give you a thumbs up and wink. You glare at him, sending your friends into a laughing fit.

“What are they laughing at?” Bakugou mutters, brow raised.

You flush in embarrassment, shrugging. “Dunno.”

The two of you eventually end up in the kitchen. You knew Bakugou could cook, everyone did because he regularly kicked everyone out of the kitchen so he could, but you’d never actually seen him in action. He was much calmer now that the two of you were alone, but the scowl never left his face. 

After a few minutes of awkwardly trailing behind him as he gathered ingredients, you mustered up the courage to ask, “Can I help?”

He doesn’t answer for a moment, and you begin to think he’ll just ignore you, before he’s handing you a spoon. “You stir while I chop vegetables. I don’t trust you with a knife.”

Ignoring the backhanded comment, you take the spoon from him, happy he’s letting you help. You stir with one hand, resting the other on the counter beside him, so he can use both hands to chop the vegetables. It’s not easy, trying to cook while handcuffed to the angry blonde, but the two of you eventually find a rhythm. 

“So what are you making?” You ask, turning to look at him. His focus is all on what he’s doing, and he looks so serious you try your best not to giggle. Does Bakugou ever just... relax? Still, the way his lower lip just barely juts out and his brow furrows, when he concentrates hard, is really cute.

“We’re making zosui.” 

You’re heart does a little flip as he says ‘we’. He doesn’t mean anything by it, you know that, but you still have to turn away in an attempt to hide your smile. As mad as you were at Denki, you had to admit that being able to actually spend time with Bakugou doing something so... normal, domestic? It was nice. You’d spent an embarrassing amount of time daydreaming about a moment like this (except, in your daydreams, you weren’t handcuffed, and maybe there was kissing involved), but you’d never thought it would actually happen. The only time you got to spend time with him outside of class, normally, was if you asked for help with the homework or agreed to spar. But that was rare, these days. Bakugou normally sparred with Kirishima, anyway, and you always felt like a bother when you asked for help. 

Sneaking another look at Bakugou, you find he’s already looking at you. He takes the spoon from you, gently bumping his hip into yours to move you out of the way, and you watch as he adds the veggies to the soup. As he stirs them in, he asks you to hand him the spices he’d set out beforehand. 

“What, have you never seen someone cook before?” He asks.

You laugh sheepishly, “I ate a lot of microwave dinners growing up.”

The look he gives you is incredulous, borderline angry, and he scoffs. “You’re kidding. That shits terrible for you!” 

You laugh, wrinkling your nose. 

He meets your eyes for a moment, lips parted slightly, and you raise a brow at him. Before you can ask, his attentions is back on the soup, and he’s quiet again.

It doesn’t take long for the soup to be done, then, after he adds the rice. And you have to admit, even though you hadn’t helped much, you do feel a sense of accomplishment when you sit down to eat a meal that you made yourself. 

The two of you sit down beside each other, forced to scoot your chairs so close that your thighs are almost touching. Surprisingly, he doesn’t complain.

“Thank you,” You say quietly, before digging in. “Wow! This is delicious!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” He rolls his eyes, but you recognize the slightly smug look on his face. “You helped.”

You giggle, bumping shoulders with him. “Sure, but you’re the chef, here!”

He hid it behind another bite of food, but you could have sworn you saw him smile, too. 

The two of you finish your meal in silence, Bakugou waiting with surprising patience for you to finish eating, before putting the bowls in the sink. 

“Thanks.”

He gives you a look, “For what?”

For being so nice.

“For teaching me how to cook!” 

He shrugs, muttering out ‘whatever’ in reply. 

“So... what do you want to do know?” You ask, hoping his tolerance for your company would last. 

You end up back in his dorm, awkwardly huddled together at the head of his bed. He was reading, as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. The silence wasn’t awkward, like you’d thought it would be. It was comfortable, almost calming. You found yourself getting tired, the more you sat there. 

Eventually growing bored of your phone, you turned to see what Bakugou was reading, and started reading the pages yourself. You didn’t think he’d noticed, until he slipped his finger behind the next page to turn it, and paused. 

“You done?” He said, quiet and soft, his cheeks tinted the slightest pink. 

Your eyes widened, blushing, “Uh, yeah. S-Sorry.”

He turned the page without another word, looking at you from the corner of his eye. You tried to ignore him, pretending to read, before he sighed. 

And then, Bakugou began to read to you. 

“W-What are you doing?”

He stopped, narrowing his eyes. “Reading, dumbass.” He snapped. “You read slower than me, it’s annoying.”

Despite the backhanded remark, you grinned. “Oh. Okay.” 

He started again, sounding significantly less irritated, and you tried to slow the beating of your heart. In all the times you’d imagined hanging out with Bakugou, you had never thought of something this sweet. You especially hadn’t anticipated his voice ever being this soft, and calming. 

As he read to you, you shifted closer, eventually resting your head on his shoulder. He faltered for a minute, hiding his fumble with a cough, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it. It wasn’t until he reached the end of the next chapter that he realized you’d fallen asleep. 

And he definitely wasn’t blushing, no, not Bakugou.

Hours later, when Momo and all your friends piled into his room, he whispered harshly, “Wake her up, and I’ll kill you!”

Maybe Denki’s plan had worked out, after all.