#i currently don't plan for her to know like. how he became part of the ninja replacement team

[basicallyjaywalker]

*cracks knuckles* well if I'm gonna work on my OCs and now that someone's reminded me how actually tragic Echo is

Let's talk about Jasmine and her relationship with Echo

I feel like they would get really close if they ever met. I think Julien would tell Echo about her in a way he wouldn't tell Zane because he was scared Zane would tell others someday. Echo won't ever leave the lighthouse, so he can't tell anyone. He would know about Julien's other child, but he would figure it's Zane, the one he replaced. When they meet, once they figured out they were related, I think Echo would realize and want to tell Jasmine what he knows. Julien wanted to know her but couldn't. He left her because it's what was best for her. I think Echo would want to imagine Julien left him for those kinds of reasons too.

I think they would bond over being abandoned by Julien. Jasmine before she was born, Echo long after. I think they'd each envy each other, in a way. They both resent him (even if they won't admit it), but Jasmine resents him never being there. Echo resents him being there so much, only to leave him. Echo would fill in the gaps for Jasmine on who he was, while Echo is more eager to hear about the life Jasmine lived in the wide world, especially on her own.

I think they'd have a super close bond, I think they should visit Jasmine's home and have a snowball fight, I think she should take him to Borg Industries and watch Echo go starry eyed at all the cool technology, I think Jasmine would help replace his rusted gears and wires with ones that won't deteriorate as easily, i think she'd teach him how to garden and befriend animals and i think echo would be so thrilled to get away from the sea

I think if Echo and Jasmine ever got to meet, they'd find a comfort in each other and a confidant about some of their issues that no one else could provide

[leeknow-thoughts]

୨୧ YOUNG AND INNOCENT

𝝑𝝔 cw : virgin reader, daddy!minho, p in v, mentions of oral, shower sex, overall pretty vanilla!

𝝑𝝔 a/n : miss mocha @yongbun wanted me to @ her !! And also holy shat guys i'm at 900 followers??? that's so insane to me!! I love you all so much :3

It was no secret, you were Lee Know's favorite member. He was never crude to you, mostly because you were one of the only members who never annoyed him.

And you were sweet, the second youngest member in the group who without fail remembered every birthday and anniversary and planned accordingly.

And you were innocent, the fact drove him crazy.

It drove him crazy how you sang Red Lights on stage and you would get embarrassed over it, how you would walk around the dorms in the flimsiest pair of sleep shorts and camisole ever made, how you would blush and get all embarrassed when fans would call you hot or sexy.

It drove him up the walls insane, your innocence. He was patient, for the most part, unless it came to you. He was protective, especially when it came to you.

You always assumed boys never asked you out because of your looks, but little did you know it was really because Lee Know would stare down any man with romantic or sexual intentions who came within a five meter radius of you.

After years of living with men, you had become quite accustomed to seeing male anatomy. Whether it was because the leader of your group was comfortable walking around shirtless, or because you had accidentally walked in on someone in the shower a few times, you became pretty desensitized to seeing naked men.

At first it would embarrass you, but after a while it just became part of life. But these men were your friends and coworkers, so when you would see them without their shirt on honestly it just started to feel like seeing your friends in a bathing suit.

And although you had gotten used to seeing male anatomy, your group mates would gawk and stare every time you showed even the slightest bit of skin. "What are you wearing?" Seungmin gawks when he sees you in your regular pajama shorts and cropped tank top, cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie.

"Pajamas?" you retort, not knowing why exactly it would cause him to freak out.

"God, y/n," Seungmin gaffs, "you need to get laid."

You can't help the blush that creeps up onto your face, "w-what?"

"You heard me!" Seungmin persists, "listen, I'm not trying to be rude but you're the only member of the team who is still a virgin."

"So?" you cross your arms, "why is that such a bad thing? And what does this have to do with my pajamas!"

"Because you're twenty-something-years-old and you've never had your first kiss," he explains, "listen, we need to find you a boyfriend or something, only your boyfriend should see you in those kinds of pajamas, half your ass is practically hanging out!"

"I d-don't need a boyfriend," you huff, turning away from him, refocusing on the television.

"Then what is stopping you from y'know getting some?" Seungmin poses.

"W-well g-guys aren't really that y'know, into me?"

"Oh bullshit, I could set you up with someone, one of my friends," Seungmin proposes, "only if you want to."

"I-I mean y-yeah that's fine," you can't help but stutter.

"Good, I'll give him your phone number," Seungmin promises.

You couldn't help but get excited with the idea of going out with a boy. A thought that terrified you as much as it exhilarated you. "Pixie?" you call out to the boy who is currently playing League of Legends on his PC, the glow of his pink and purple LED lights illuminating his features as his fingers rapidly click against the keyboard.

"Hm," his head shoots up, looking to where you stood in his doorway, "hey, what's up?"

"I need to talk to you, and I hoped it would stay between us?"

"O-oh okay, yeah come in, shut the door," he says, he watches you flop down on his bed after shutting his door, "so what's wrong?"

"Okay well Seungmin is setting me up with one of his friends and I d'know - I'm just really awkward, I don't know how to talk to guys, like at all, and I d'know what to do," you confess to the blonde freckled boy who is swivelling around in his gaming chair that you bought him for Christmas, his right leg bouncing up and down.

"You're good at talking to me, how different can another guy be?"

"Pixie, you know it's different," you huff, sitting up, "please, I just need your help."

"Maybe you should go to Chan, or maybe Minho, I think they could help you more," Felix tells you, "but I think you should just y'know, be yourself, you're pretty and you've got a good personality and any guy worth anything is gonna see that."

"But w-what ab-about s-" you pause, hiding your face in your hands,"sex."

"What about it?"

"Well I haven't y'know?"

"Trust me, that much is obvious," Felix teases, "but really, most guys don't care much about virginity, some guys even find it hot when girls are still virgins, they get off on the fact that they're a girl's first," he informs you, you're hands moving away from your face, staring at him, "I know you may think that's weird, but it's the truth."

"But I don't know what to do."

"That's fine, some guys also find that hot, like with blowjobs you just need to make sure you take it slow at first, get used to it, then after that speed up, and don't be afraid to take deep breaths and breaks. And as far as sex goes the guy is mostly the one doing the work, you just lay back and relax," Felix explains, "unless you're riding him, but I wouldn't recommend doing that during your first time. Sex isn't that scary y/n, just think of it as two people just wanting to help the other feel good."

"T-thank you Lix," you smile at the boy, "t-that helped me feel a bit better."

"Anytime," he smiles that pretty smile of his, "oh, later do you want to get dinner with Jeongin and me?"

"Oh, no thanks, Minho is making me dinner tonight," you smile, you stand up from his bed and walk to the door, "thank you Lix, I owe you."

"Don't mention it," Lix smiles, refocusing on his monitor.

You were going to lose your virginity, you were dead set on it. And that was truly terrifying, but you tried to ignore that feeling of fear that pooled in your abdomen. It was just sex. At least that's what Felix said.

"Hi hi," Minho greets you when you walk into the kitchen, he was standing over a pot of water on the stove waiting for it to boil.

"Hi Min," you hum, taking a seat on the couch, "so what are you making? Do you need any help?"

"We have the rule to not let you in the kitchen for a reason, but thank you for the thought, I'm making your favorite," he says it like it isn't a truly heart warming gesture.

"Thank you Minho," you thank him.

"Mhm," he simply hums, refocusing on the stove, "so what was your day like? Do anything interesting?"

The words leave your mouth before you can even register what you're saying, "virginity."

This makes Minho's face turn to look at you, his eyebrows knit together with a look of utter confusion, "virginity?" he questions.

You hide your face in your hands, a rosy blush on your face, "y-yeah," you squeak, "I-I'm going to lose my virginity," you confess.

"Like today?"

"W-well no, but someday soon," you inform him, "I-I'm going to lose my virginity."

That was not okay for Minho, not at all, but you couldn't know that, you sounded scared enough. And that was when Minho got the best worst idea he has ever had. You could lose your virginity to him.

"Who is going to take your virginity?" he asks.

"Well I haven't exactly worked t-that part out yet," you confide, "but to someone, someone soon."

"It should be someone you trust," Minho advises you, "it shouldn't just be a random hookup, maybe it should be a friend, someone you already know, in a no strings attached kind of way."

"Maybe you're right," you ponder for a moment before shooting your head up, "do you think Felix would have sex with me?"

Minho can't help but choke on pure air, doubling over, "e-excuse me?"

"Minho! I'm being serious!" you whine, "Felix is my best friend an-and I trust him!"

Minho eventually regains his composure, "you shouldn't fuck your best friend, that always ends up messy."

"You're right," you agree, another idea coming to your mind, "I should ask Chan if he'll have sex with me."

"That's also a terrible idea, did you forget that he's already seeing someone?"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot, fuck," you groan, "what should I do, because if I don't lose it to someone else, I'll end up losing it to one of Kim Seungmin's friends."

"You could just fuck me," Minho proposes.

You can't help the way your jaw practically hits the fucking floor, "wh-what? You'd do that- w-well technically me?"

"I mean yeah, you're my friend, and I just want what's best for you," he reassures you of his intentions, "I'll teach you everything you want to know."

"Oh, well when c-can we?" you watch as he adds the noodles to the boiling water, "you know-"

"How about tonight? If you want to, I'm in no rush, you can choose when and where," he cuts you off.

"Tonight," you affirm, "tonight."

"Okay, tonight," Minho agrees, "you decide what we're doing."

"I want you to decide," you confess, "I just want this to be nice and y'know intimate?"

"Okay," Minho hums, moving to strain the water after the noodles had boiled for their needed time.

Minho eats with you, and cleans up the mess afterwards, you were on edge the whole time, not knowing what to do or what to expect. Practically vibrating with nerves and excitement all mixed into one.

"Y/n," Minho calls out to you.

You practically jump out of your chair, looking up at the man, "listen, you need to relax, let's take a shower," he proposes.

"O-okay," you agree.

You follow him into you and his shared bathroom, Felix, Jeongin, and Seungmin having their own bathroom. Minho was the first one to completely strip and that's when you saw it. His cock. That big thing was supposed to fit in you, there was no fucking way.

"Minho th-y-your cock," you gawk, if it looked this big and this intimidating like this you could only imagine what it looked like when he was actually hard.

"Don't worry," he grins, "I'll get you nice and prepped before I put it in."

His cock was nothing to joke about, big and fat with a slight curve, so meaty and girthy it was intimidating just to look at and he wasn't even hard yet.

Minho watches as you strip your clothes off, and you search his face for a reaction to your nudeness, you get one, "no wonder you have so many fanboys and fangirls," Minho grins.

He's offering you a hand, which you take, now standing under the water of the shower with him, becoming soaked from head to toe. He is quick to sink to his knees and start lapping at your cunt until you're painting his face with your cum before he's holding you still, making you give him another orgasm.

It hurts when he puts it in, you're whining and whimpering and falling apart, feeling like you're being ripped open by his fat length. He's gentle with you though, holding you delicately, kissing the back of your neck, stilling inside you and letting you adjust to his length.

"Jagi, that's only the tip," he hums, rubbing soft circles on your hips, "tell me when I can move, jagi."

It takes a few minutes before you're comfortable with him moving even more, but eventually you give him the go ahead. You're having to bite down on your tongue so you don't scream, "there you go, kitty cat, bigggg stretch," Minho coos, his hips stilling, "there now you're halfway done."

Your legs feel so wobbly like they could give out as Minho takes your virginity in the shower, "Min-daddy please move!" you gulp.

"Oh, I'm going to ruin you," Minho groans, pushing his cock in until his fat mushroom tip is pressed against your cervix, "gonna stretch you out all good and nice, no other cock is gonna fill you up quite right."

"Daddy!" you're practically screaming when he starts moving.

He's slow and delicate with you, taking his time, savoring every stroke in your tight virgin cunt. It hurt, it hurt so fucking good. You felt the ripples of pleasure shooting down your spine, the sound of skin slapping on skin being all that resonated around the shower room. "Oh my fucking God!" you yelp when his cock presses against that spongy spot inside you over and over and over again.

His cock has you seeing stars, and you're thoroughly convinced this is the best you've ever felt. No wonder people always talked about sex when it felt like this.

With every thrust of his hips he's bringing you closer and closer making you feel hotter and hotter. Your body is writhing around, he keeps a firm grasp on you, holding you still for him. "Atta girl," he hums, "you're taking my cock so well, jagi, like your little cunt was made for it."

"Daddy!" you're basically wailing, tears of pleasure streaming down your face, it just feels oh so good, you never want it to end.

When his hand wraps around your body to rub rub rub your clit you're doubling over, pleasure racking your body.

And that's when the band building up in your stomach finally snaps. Glancing down to watch the stream of clear liquid drip out of your pussy onto the tile of the shower. "Daddy!" you whimper over and over as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"That's it, jagi," Minho groans his cock slipping out of you before you feel hot ropes of his cum painting your ass followed by Minho's groans.

"Minho-" you whine.

"Oh, jagi," Minho is mumbling before he's turning you around and pulling you close to him, "I think I'll have to keep you, your cunt is just too sweet," he plants a kiss on your hairline as water from the shower hits your back.

[rimunagenius]

And They Were Roomates

☙ pairing: Kate Martin x Roommate!reader

☙ word count: 2.5k words

☙ warnings: RPF!! use of y/n, not proof read.

☙ ri speaks: I need more kate martin content and i haven’t been fed the specific ones that i need so i must write them to the best of my horrendous abilities. Idek how good this will be…im sorry in advance LMFAO. also this is two thousand five hundred words but it looks a lot shorter….crying

this is also a general announcement that i will indeed be refreshing my blog, so that means new and updated master lists and posts are coming out soon so sorry if you get a spam of rimunagenius on your feed!!

Part 1

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When you first started in Iowa, you never expected the immediate love you recieved from the people there. They were friendly, generous, and so much different from people in California. Especially your roommate, Kate Martin. You had met her shortly after your first day of Junior year. A while after, you two became roomates because you needed more space, and she needed someone to split rent with in her apartment. Sounded like a great deal to both of you.

"You don't mind?" You asked unsure. Not wanting to impose on her, possibly ruining plans with making a deal with her actual teammates.

"No! Not at all! I really like you and you're alot of fun! I'd love for you to move in with me." She beamed at you, giving you a side hug when she saw your expression change. You both were ecstatic.

Since then, you had been living with Kate for almost two years. You two had become inseparable. Always on campus together, meeting up between classes to get coffee or lunch together, sometimes with Caitlin and your other friends. It was great. You were happy with your home away from home.

You had transfered from UC Irvine and decided to pursue your degree and career in sports medicine here in Iowa City. You were one of the new athletic trainees and ocassionly a photographer; your previous major was in photography and Lisa and the administration had really loved your resume and work, so they hired you as a part time (barely) photographer, for whenever they wanted more shots than what they usually wanted or a fill in.

Currently, you were needed in the Carver stadium to help record a mic’d up practice session for the team. It was for the Iowa Hawkeye Youtube channel. You had experience because you too had a youtube channel that you started when you first transferred to Iowa. So you had told Lisa and the coaches that you’d be able to film it.

“Hey, Gabbie!” You smiled at her as you walked into the locker room, approaching Kate’s cubby to set your stuff down. Kate telling you this morning before she left that you could put your stuff with hers.

“Hey, girlie! So guess what?” You and Gabbie loved to gossip. It was so much fun and it started when you were redoing the tape on her ankles, and she looked down so you asked her about it, and since then, you both have told eachother whatever gossip you had.

“Oh my god, what?” You took your sweater out of your bag, the locker room being chilly, so you could imagine the court.

“So that boy Nick in my econ class, totally asked about you today. I didn’t want to crush his hopes and dreams but I did say you weren’t his type.” She took a seat next to where you were standing to put her shoes on.

“Wait, the boy I said would so be my type if he was a girl? That Nick?” You laughed because he was really nice and such a sweet guy but he just wasn’t a girl. Men are pretty but only to look at.

“Yes!”

“How’d he take it?” This guy has asked you out once before but you just said you weren’t looking to date. Probably should’ve elaborated on that one.

“But he asked me “Oh, who is? Does he go here?” And I was like,” she paused to reenact the face she made. “I said it too fast so I didn’t have time to say “Oh, It’s long distance or something” sooo I don’t know.” She rambled and just pulled her hair into a small ponytail.

“What do you mean? That made no sense, Gab.” You were confused. She looked guilty of something but you didn’t want to pressure her but you also really wanted to know what she had said about you to Nick.

“I kinda sorta said you had a girlfriend already, and he took that as ‘Oh, she’s dating her roommate Kate Martin’ because he said he supposedly sees you guys together everywhere.” She meant well. It really wasn’t her fault that Nick totally misread the situation.

“Oh shit.” Your jaw dropped. You thought it was awkward but now it went full fledged horrendous. You were already out, and anyone who followed your insta would’ve saw it in your stories, so you weren’t worried about that but you were worried for Kate.

“So what do we do about the fact that a random kid on campus thinks your dating Kate?”

“Ok wait, i’m actually scared. Like how do you think Kate will take it?” You were talking to Gabbie and immediately knew you fucked up by seeing the expression on her face.

“How will I take what?” Kate walked in, hair down, dressed in her practice uniform, and sat on the chair next to you. You hadn’t realized that you sat down with Gabbie. Lost in the conversation and frenzy of the new mess that could possibly affect yours and Kate’s social life dramatically.

“I’m just gonna…” Gabbie got up, and walked out, meeting the others outside on the court.

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you in a minute.” You said to the girl before turning to Kate. You had caught her up on the lore behind you and Nick, if you could even call this one sided infatuation lore. Now you just had to tell her the problem. “So Gabbie tried to tell him that I was already seeing some girl. But Nick jumped to this whole conclusion that me and you were together.”

You watched her face. Looking for any sort of negative reaction. Waiting for her to blow up on you. “Oh.”

“And when Gabbie tried to say it wasn’t you and that were just friends, and that my supposed girlfriend lives in California, he got up and left. So it may be possible that the whole Iowa college campus will assume we’re together.” You played with your fingers as you watched her some more. Still waiting for her explosion.

“I mean, I don’t mind. He sounded weird so if it keeps the guy away from you, i’m okay with being the ‘pretend’ girlfriend.” She shrugged her shoulders. Grabbing her shoes from behind you, your chair sitting right infront of the cubby that belonged to her:

“Kate. Are you sure? This is so random and so strange and I would totally get it if your uncomfortable.” You wanted it to be clear that this situation could go away if she was uncomfortable. If she was uncomfortable you’d go on a date with him and just tell him it won’t work after. It’d be bad for you if he goes around saying rude things but you couldn’t care less about people you don’t know. You just wanted to make sure Kate wasn’t the one feeling weird.

“Yeah, I mean—I don’t have to kiss you in public, right? I feel like that’s overstepping a boundary we have not thought about setting.”

“No, Kate. You do not have to kiss me in public. Wait so you’d kiss me in private?” You looked at the girl, now fully joking around as you wiggled your eyebrows and laughed.

“Oh yeah for sure.” Kate made a funny face while nodding her head before grabbing her water and standing up. You following behind to get this practice and video recording started.

“Oh, and your getting mic’d up today. I don’t know if Coach Lisa told you.” You say as you both walk onto the court.

You and Kate had showered, separately unfortunately, and sat on the couch. You had been trying to convince her the whole way home from practice to watch New Girl. She agreed after ten excruciating minutes of your nagging.

You were deciding to pick the snack you wanted, grabbing M&Ms you bought at the store yesterday, snickers, chips, and popcorn. You wanted to watch as many episodes as possible because you both started school late tomorrow and it was an off day for practice.

“What are these practices anyways? Are they like preseason workouts to get back in shape or?” You watched Kate as she picked her snacks.

“Yeah. Basically. We’re technically only allowed to goof off a little during those ones.” Kate laughed, referring to the mic’d up practice today. Coach Lisa usually wants a more focused and intimate space during the actual season. “Oh my. What if we just kill this whole tub of Neapolitan ice cream?” Kate took it out of the freezer and suddenly all your snack choices went back to the cabinets.

“Ou deal, Martin.” You grabbed two spoons before making your way to the couch. Grabbing the blanket off the backrest, and throwing it over you both. You both settled and got comfy ready to start the marathon of New Girl.

You were both sitting in silence after you decided to just do a highlight reel of episodes since you weren’t going to force Kate to watch multiple seasons. "Are you excited for this upcoming season? Your last season?" You asked as you looked to your right. Kate was seated next to you while you both decided to disregard bowls and just eat the ice cream straight from the tub. She held the tub as you both dug what you wanted out of it. She shoved more ice cream into her mouth and she smiled and nodded her head.

"I am. Just scared and sad." She said somewhat incoherently due to not having swallowed the mouthful of ice cream. You nodded your head. You had already adapted to the Kate language. When she talked while yawning, mouth full, her body language, and her facial expressions. Not many people were fluent like you, and you were actually proud to be one of the people. So you understood exactly what she meant. You saw everything else she was feeling just by the look in her eye and the shape of her lips.

But you also felt sad for her too. You’d both be a sixth-year, grad students, in a couple months. This year bigger for her more than you. This year being her last and final run in her collegiate career. This was huge. You both knew this but wanted to focus on the nicer aspects. You and the girls would support her and be her friend even if she decided to never touched a basketball again. You guys were for life.You didn’t play, so you felt there was nothing you thought you could say other than just being her friend.

"You'll be okay, sweetheart." You wrapped your arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. A small comforting hug, atleast a hug at which this position provided, and kissed the top of her head. You only used terms of endearment like this in small, comforting, intimate moments. You felt this was the right time. "I'll be here for you, and you have the girls. We’ll back you in whatever you do, outside of basketball and school. You can’t ever get rid of us if you tried. But I will give you all the support and all the ice cream you can eat right now." You smiled at the blonde. You both stared at eachother, a little too long, “We are not beating the supposed ‘girlfriend’ allegations right now, Martin.” She bursted out laughing. You not far behind.

"But seriously, thanks shortie." She said as she patted your knee, right before she lost it again and laughed out loud. You immediatey cringed at the name, and pushed her away from you.

"OH! my god! Immediately no, Kate." You laughed again, half embarassment and half amusement. "That is not funny. You sound like a frat boy." That earned another snort laugh from Kate.

"You're right. I'm sorry." You side-eyed her. Pulling the blanket a little closer to you. Scooting over the tiniest bit over to feign anger and hurt. Still managing to catch her movement through your peripheral.

"Bro, I'm not even that much shorter than you. Just short three inches." You rolled your eyes at your best friend, turning back to the episode where Jess and Nick kiss eachother for the first time. Your favorite episode.

"Yes, I know. I know how you feel about my short jokes. I almost cried when you ignored me for three and a half days." Kate chuckled as she looked to you her smile dropping, a frown forming when you still didn't acknowledge her. "Oh, come on, y/n. Don't ignore me again, please! I was kidding." She asked you while chuckling nervously, she asked you two more times, when that didn’t work she insisted on poking you for a two minutes straight.

"Okay, Kate. I forgive you. Now shush, my favorite part is coming up." You kept your eyes on the screen and tried to reach for your spoon in the tub. Your fingers reaching everywhere but your spoon. "Kate can you help me please?"

"Yes, but haven't you already seen this show like eight-billion times?" She grabbed a spoon, whichever one was closest, forgetting which one was which, and scooping a good spoonful, before bringing the spoon to your mouth. "Open." You opened your mouth and took the ice cream happily.

"Thank you, you big teddy bear. God's gift, I'm telling you." You said as you watched the best scene on sitcom TV about to unfold.

"Im just going to pretend you're talking about me and not your show." Kate whispered. "You're welcome, pretty." She said louder so you could hear.

That got your attention. It wasn’t something that you hadn’t heard come out of her mouth and directed to you before; she's called you pretty multiple times when you had asked if the outfit you were wearing out looked good or if the makeup you put on was good for this dinner a girl you were seeing on and off wanted to take you out to. But she's never once used it in this context. You got a nervous feeling in your stomach, something you recognized as butterflies for sure. Fighting the urge to smile at the compliment, a small blush creeping up on your cheeks. Fighting the thoughts you had about her.

It was something new but this one thing…this you weren't going to get used to. You guys were best friends and just roomates. You can't feel anyway about this.You decided to ignore it and take it as a compliment in the moment to make up for the short joke. It definitely wasn’t something serious as you were making.

"I was talking about both of you. The TV and you, Kit-Kate." You put your arm around her shoulder and continued to watch the show. Watching the scene you had been waiting for all night to play. “This was the best cinematic experience I have ever had.” You whispered, now reaching for the spoon again for some ice cream.

Kate beating you to it, already having got another spoonful for you, feeding it to you like she did a couple of seconds ago. You smiled and thanked her before you both decided to cut the show, and search for a movie of both your choosing this time.

[colorfulbard]

Sacrifice

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Summary♥︎ A forced visit to Whole Cake Island takes a turn for the worst when Big Mom is experiencing hunger pangs while Katakuri is away on a mission.

Pairing♥︎ Katakuri x Fem!Reader

warnings♥︎ Reader has kids with Katakuri, angst at the end

a/n♥︎ I've been starving for some more Katakuri fics so I had to take matters into my own hands. I put that warning because I know some people don't like reading fanfic where the reader has kids. Don't worry there will be a part 2!

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People always say, "practice makes perfect". That means, the more you do something, the better you'll be. Like baking, for example. If you practice making the same for over twenty years, you would be considered an expert. You might even be running through the steps on autopilot.

But, no matter how many times you've dealt with this scenario, it never became easier. Honestly, it felt harder to deal with each time.

An easy going saying like, "practice makes perfect", doesn't apply when dealing with a tyrannical emperor with deadly hunger pangs.

The steps taken when it began never changed. All high ranking officials were to report to the surveillance room, turn on the video snails, and give orders to anyone available at the Chateau.

Those down at the Chateau were to remain clear of Big Mom and evacuate any and all innocent citizens.

After many, many years, those steps were done in no time at all. And yet, the sick feeling of fear in your stomach never subsided. Your hands were pinned under your arms to keep from biting your nails. Too bad that didn't stop you from biting your lip instead.

You truly hated traveling to the main island for this reason. You longed for your home, back at Komugi island. The one you shared with your husband, Katakuri, and your fifteen children. Peace and quiet may be impossible to come by, but dealing with a child's temper tantrum was preferable to Big Mom's.

Having to deal with this on your own only made your bitter feelings towards the Whole Cake Chateau grow. The initial plan was to travel together, you and Katakuri. He knew how nervous being alone with his mother made you. But those plans were squandered when Big Mom ordered all ministers gather ingredients for her blasted wedding cake. Then, to make matters worse, he was called away on another mission.

Now, because of that string of unfortunate events, he somehow convinced you to bring your two oldest sons with you, Warabiko and Manju. For some reason, you had said yes. Probably just to ease his mind. In return, your mind was not at ease. It was filled to the brim with anxiety.

You took a slow, deep breath. "And we're sure it's not possible to catch the croquembouche that checked out this morning?" You asked slowly to keep your voice steady.

"It doesn't seem plausible. Either way it'd be a half hour."

You wanted to open your mouth to argue, but it was too difficult. The screams of the terrified homies made it impossible to focus. Those screams were keeping you in a continuous state of unease. You couldn't be selfish and mute the video feed. It was imperative for everyone to hear what was happening.

Big Mom was getting further away from the current video snail. It was time to play the waiting game and see when the feed would switch. You looked down at the floor for a moment of respite from staring at the rampaging Emperor.

You clenched your eyes shut. The screams were distant now, but you could still hear them. Your mind unwillingly imagined it as your sons. You knew they were somewhere safe, away from harm. You made sure of that before you reported to the surveillance room. Even so, as the screams continued, your mind took you the worst possible scenario.

You let your head tilt down to face the floor. At least then, if you somehow managed to open your eyes, you wouldn't be facing the screen.

'Kata... Please, come back to me soon..' Tears began to form behind your eyelids when you thought of him. You needed him to be here.

A hand softly landed on your shoulder in an attempt to not startle you. You took that as a nonverbal sign that the video feed switched. You glanced over your shoulder to see Tamago's hand, but he wasn't looking at you. His eyes were locked onto the screen, his mouth agape.

Your brows furrowed, he always seemed much more coolheaded than you in these scenarios, so, why did he look so spooked? Before checking the footage, you glanced at everyone in the room. Their expression matched Tamago's. The air in the room was tense, as if your anxiety had seeped out of your body and infected everyone else.

You finally looked towards the screen. The scene was the same except Big Mom was getting further away. Homies were still trampled and distant screams could be heard as she trampled over more. But you didn't even notice any of those things.

When you spotted what everyone else was staring at, you froze. Your muscles were locked.

Right there, where Big Mom was stomping through moments ago, stood your eldest son. You couldn't see his face, his back was facing away from the snail. He held onto his sword tightly. It was a gift from you and Katakuri on his eighteenth birthday.

Your hand moved on its own to cover your mouth in shock, the other moved to your stomach. Were you breathing? You couldn't feel anything.

Your head shook from side to side. "No." You whimpered.

Static flickered through the screen and then showed an enraged Big Mom rampaging. You breathing hitched when the sight of your son was gone. The silent scene of your son's determination was replaced by helpless homies getting eaten or stomped on.

Every second that was wasted staring, your son was getting closer to Big Mom. Without wasting anymore time, you pushed Tamago's hand from your shoulder and ran out of the room.

The state of the room remained the same as you left. Everyone stayed silent as they continued watching the footage. Too anxious to see what might happen next.

~

When Warabiko finally reached Big Mom, he was horrified. All of citizens of Whole Cake were terrified, running for their lives lest they be squashed under her heel. He had never seen this happen. He now understood why his family's trips to Whole Cake never lasted more than a day.

He remembered that whenever a tea party was held for one his newest siblings, you demanded to leave as soon as it was over. No matter how much his siblings whined about being tired and wanting to sleep on land, you put your foot down. This was his first time being here for over a day, much to your chagrin.

When he grew older and more mature, you told him stories of his grandmother's famous hunger pangs. The stories were short and brief. He could tell you didn't like talking about them. He finally understood why as he watched Big Mom rampage with reckless abandon.

Something in his gut told him to turn back now and hide with his brother. He ignored that feeling. He couldn't stand by and do nothing. With his father away on a mission, the duty of evacuating citizens and calming Big Mom fell on his shoulders. He was going to make his father proud.

Fighting her was out of question, but he could try and reason with her. She had to be willing to listen to his first grandchild, right?

Her path of destruction was never-ending as he got closer to her. He had to be careful. It was clear that when she's this hungry, all of her sense was gone. She didn't care who or what was in her way during her search.

It didn't even matter if it was an innocent little girl. She hadn't even tripped over the rubble, she had tripped over her feet trying to keep up with her mother. The mother hadn't even noticed, too terrified to look back.

The girl shakily stood on her feet and rubbed the debris from her knees. Her heard swayed from side to side to try and spot her mother. She had no idea Big Mom's foot was inches away from crushing her.

Warabiko immediately lunged towards Big Mom's feet and grabbed the girl. He landed on his feet and placed the girl on the ground.

The girl looked up and smiled up at her savior. "Thank you so much!" She cheered, "that was fun!"

She acted like she wasn't just moments away from being killed. Warabiko smothered his feeling of shock down and sighed. "Run away from her and find your mother. It's not safe," he instructed.

The girl nodded with a giggle and ran off, far from Big Mom.

Whilst Warabiko had dealt with the girl, Big Mom had busied herself with eating any homie or building in her way. Her anger grew as each thing she shoved down her throat tasted nothing like her craving.

"Where is it?!" She whined, "where is my croquembouche?!" She punched another building. Nothing but croquembouche could placate her.

"Mama, please! You just have to wait! The chefs will be here soon!"

Warabiko recognized the voice as one of his uncle's, Mont-d'Or. Another one of his uncle's and aunt led citizens away in the opposite direction.

Nothing Mont-d'Or said got through her to her. He was too far away for her to care. Warabiko's jaw clenched and he ran to stand in front of her, arms out. "Grandma, please! You have to stop!" He pleaded.

Big Mom paused and locked eyes with the source of the sound. She snarled and clenched her fist, "who's there?" She questioned.

Warabiko's brows furrowed and he could feel himself grow warm. "I-It's me! Grandma, it's Warabiko!" His voice grew higher in pitch, his hands began to shake, "don't you recognize me?" The question was practically a whisper.

Big Mom growled and swung at where he stood. Warabiko was able to dodge, but not without losing his footing. He fell onto scattered rubble and grunted when it dug into his back.

Mont-d'Or's mouth was open wide in shock the moment he saw Warabiko enter the fray. "M-Mama! Wait!" He pleaded, coming closer. "You have to stop! It's Warabiko! Your grandson!"

Big Mom paid Mont-d'Or's pleading no mind. She was still infuriated that her search for croquembouche was interrupted. "Where is my croquembouche boy?!" She demanded. "All I want is my croquembouche!" She swung at the building next to Warabiko and ate the contents she managed to grab.

The remnants of her snack flew all around. Warabiko turned over on his side and cradled his head. He could hear it land all around him.

Mont-d'Or clenched his jaw as he watched Warabiko cradle himself. He couldn't go over there and try to save him, he'd end up dying too. He just hoped Warabiko was a fast runner.

"Warabiko, you have to run! You can't reason with when she's like this!" He yelled.

Warabiko lifted his head and looked towards his uncle. Judging by the way Mont-d'Or stared at him, he was sure his terror was plain as day. He couldn't move thanks to that terror gripping his muscles. It was affecting his brain, not allowing him to choose between fight or flight. Maybe Big Mom wouldn't pay him any mind if he stayed silent.

She was still there, right behind him. Warabiko didn't have to turn his head to know that. He could practically feel her breathing down his neck. The only part of his body that managed to move was his spine as shivers went down it. She wasn't moving away from him. Her gaze was burning into his back.

Big Mom's breathing grew stronger and he could smell the sweets emanating from it.

Warabiko somehow willed his head to move back to look at his grandmother. His next breath was caught in his throat when he locked eyes with her.

Her scowl was gone. In its place was a sickening grin. Her eyes were unrecognizable, they were glazed over and crazed. Drool was dripping down her chin and she stared at him.

She leaned closer to his face. "Life..." She whispered, giggling like a mad woman, "or treat?"

Warabiko couldn't answer even if he wanted to. The words were caught in his throat, choking him. He could only watch as his grandmother raised her first high in the air.

He knew what his grandmother's fruit was capable of, his father had told him. His father had probably hoped he would take it as a warning to stay away. Too bad he didn't listen.

Everything began to slow down. His mother's first was taking minutes to reach him and Mont-d'Or's yelling was indistinguishable. Typically, these were the moments where one's life would flash before their eyes. Oddly enough, that didn't happen. He only saw one thing. It was you. His sweet mother, smiling down at him. Your eyes crinkled as you smiled. They were the same color as his own. That was the only feature you two shared.

From his point of view, he could see his hands attempt to grab your face. They were so small here. He must've been a baby. This was a memory he didn't even realize he had.

You were giggling at his futile attempts. You brushed his cheek with your finger and began to sing.

La la lu

La la lu

Oh, my little star sweeper

Your voice was so soft and sweet. His eyes began to droop as your singing lulled him to sleep. The warmth of your arms was seeping through the soft blanket touching his skin. He recognized the blanket. It was his favorite, handmade by you. Each of siblings had one similar to it, a different color for each one.

He could feel you moving him about the room, swaying him. Through his half lidded eyes, he could see his father standing at the corner of the room. The scarf was gone, and he was smiling.

It was such a nice, warm memory. It was perfect for falling asleep. Warabiko kept forcing his eyes open to stay awake, but your voice was so comforting. It reminded him of the warm donuts you made, fresh out of the oven on a quiet morning.

There was no harm in closing his eyes, he'll see you again when he woke up. His small body went limp in your arms as his eyes began to close without fight.

His body was mere milliseconds away from relaxing into a comfy sleep. Until a sharp jab at his side forced him awake. The warmth of the memory was gone. Whatever it was that hit him launched far from where he previously was.

Warabiko was on high alert now. Big Mom was still angry, still searching for croquembouche. He shakily stood on his feet with a hand on the side where he was jabbed. He glanced back to where he remembered seeing his uncle's and aunt.

Physically, he could see they weren't hurt. But their faces held a different story. They were terrified, all color was drained from their faces. It was odd considering Mont-d'Or and Opera's skin tone.

Warabiko dared follow their gaze and he soon wished he hadn't. His heart stopped and ice filled his veins, making him freeze in place.

He didn't even notice nor hear Big Mom stomp away in the opposite direction, demanding croquembouche. In that moment, in his mind, everything was quiet.

A mirror image of his eyes was staring straight into his own. That familiar color he always saw in the mirror was drained away, and only white remained.

The only movement that was seen wasn't a sign of life. It was just your body falling to the ground. The sound of it reverberated throughout the whole Chateau.

Warabiko would hear that sound in his nightmares.

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Astarion Very Happy Ending, Part 2

Hey y'all, so I did a part two of this because I love happy, insanely, fluffy romantic endings. So I'm going hard here. There will be one more part!

Also, don't judge my Gale x Shadowheart bs here 💀💀 Long story short, first playthrough that was abanadoned, I picked her orgin and did get sweeped up by the mage man. It has not left my brain since.

Also, this has a time skip! A pretty long one too (10 years)

~

Astarion had been having… thoughts lately. Ideas that he couldn’t quite shake. Nothing bad, no. There really wasn’t much to complain about in his life, not anymore. Not when he could walk in the sun freely, unburdened by parasites and his own vampiric nature. The two of you were free to explore the world with no shackles, not including your religious zealotry. And ironically enough, his own. 

Astarion would never have guessed that he’d ever become a Selune convert. Well… even now convert may have been to strong of a word. Yes, he was immensely appreciative for the whole sun immunity blessing and he did have a newfound respect for the work of her worshippers. But Astarion wasn’t exactly looking for a deity, or anyone, to be subservient to. Not again. No, he’d much rather watch his love do the dirty work for his savior than fully commit himself. Besides, just because he wasn’t devoted to Selune didn’t mean he wasn’t devoted to you. Which might as well have been the same thing. 

Astarion loved you, adored you really, but gods could you be nonsensical at times. He was so happy the two of you had met because someone had to keep this idiotic fanatic alive. Someone to remind you that no darling, not everyone is redeemable. Please put the goblin down.

But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being your protector. It was the least that he could do considering everything you’d done for him. And he just… liked having a valid excuse to accompany you everywhere. Astarion had never imagined himself to be such a clingy lover, but here he was. The two of you had been attached at the hip for nearly a decade now, with no end in sight. You had built a life together, had friends together, adventures and celebrations that filled his days with endless excitement and amusements.

That is one thing Astarion had to give Selune and her worshippers, they didn’t exactly lead boring lives. Though he supposed half of that had to with just how involved the opposition was. The two of you had slaughtered enough acolytes of Shar over the years for him to know just how covert they really could be. But it wasn’t just bloodsport that made things interesting, though it certainly did help. The exploring for ancient artifacts definitely helped to fill the time, as well as the constant search to find a cure for the rest of his unholy symptoms. 

As great as being in the sun was, Astarion wasn’t quite satisfied with that being the end. It was almost certainly impossible to find a full on cure to being a vampire spawn but… that wasn’t stopping either of you from looking for it. It was morbid, but Astarion wanted his life to have an ending. A natural one like what he hoped for you, not one where he was doomed to immortality and bloodlust until the end of time. 

Thank the gods that he had managed to fall in love with an elf. It at least gave him centuries instead of decades to figure out a solution to an eternal problem. Which brought him back to his current problem. Because the two of you had many, many years ahead. And as far as Astarion was aware you both planned on spending them with each other. Which implied… certain things.

Astarion had never been someone to fantasize about marriage. He had no reason to, not when he had been too busy barely surviving. Even when things became serious between the two of you it hadn’t been on his mind. He was much more concerned with keeping you at all instead of keeping you forever. 

But that had changed recently. Maybe it was because he had seen you officiate countless weddings over the years; young couples always clamoring at a chance to get a newlywed Selune blessing. Or maybe it was how others took note of the lack of a ring on his finger, taking it as an opportunity for unwanted flirtation. But either way, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Obsessing about it really, as he was want to do when it came to you.

He just… didn’t exactly know how to broach the subject. What was the reason? A silly little ceremony and a ring had no bearing on the depth of your relationship. He knew that. The two of you were bound to each other by choice, a love that felt as though it got stronger every day. But… it would be nice to have you in such a way. For the world to be aware of the seriousness of what you had together, shown simply through a pair of rings. And the thought of calling you his wife was quite enticing. 

He wasn’t quite sure why he was so hesitant to bring it up to you. Well… there was the slight delusional thought in his head that reminding you of forever could possible wake you up into realizing just how much better you could do than him. It wasn’t true, he was aware. But gods, your relationship had lasted a damn decade. When was he going to start feeling secure about all of this? 

It didn’t help when Gale of all people beat him to the punch. He and Shadowheart had developed quite the bond since your tadpole days. And your excitement over the announcement was adorable. Adorable enough for him to wonder just how you would react to it happening to you.

But he shoved his worries to the back of his mind, too busy being dragged all the way to Waterdeep for the week-long nuptials. You were highly involved in the wedding, which wasn’t exactly a shock. Shadowheart had stayed your best, most appreciated friend throughout the years, the two of you eternally tied through your shared goddess alone. You wrote to each other constantly and this was far from the first time you had dragged him across the realm for a visit. 

But this was probably the best time. He had to give the people of Waterdeep this, they knew how to celebrate. He wasn’t one to complain over a week filled of music, dance, and drink. The ceremony had been nice as well. Heart-warming even to watch Shadowheart walk down the aisle, smiling in a way she never could when she was devoted to Shar. With Gale sniveling at the other end and you officiating of course. 

The jealousy had been an unexpected touch. He couldn’t help but wonder what you would look like in her place. Dressed in white and silver, walking towards him with eternity in mind. 

It certainly wasn’t helping his dilemma, he could tell you that much. He was still thinking about it when they made it to the reception. It was impossible to bury thoughts of marriage when you were at a wedding. Would you want a large celebration like this? Or something more small and intimate? Hells, the two of you and a cleric in the middle of the woods would suffice to him. 

“To think, Astarion Ancunín at my wedding in the sunlight,” Gale laughed as he plopped down in the seat next to him, effectively putting an end to his internal fretting, “Who would have ever imagined?”

“Certainly not me,” Astarion scoffed with the slightest hint of a smile, “But I suppose things change.”

“I suppose they do,” Gale agreed, his eyes scanning the dancefloor for his new bride. There she was, dancing and giggling with you in the middle of ballroom,  “I just never expected it to be for the better.”

“It is a wonder that we’re all still alive,” Astarion agreed, smiling to himself when Shadowheart dipped you as you laughed hysterically, nearly falling over herself in the process, “Let alone being able to find love. Who would have thought the worshiper of the goddess of the dark would end up here.”

“Turns out she was hiding quite the personality behind the Shar mask,” Gale laughed, “Though I suppose we have Tav to thank for that. It was a real fight on who would have her as their best woman. A fight we both obviously lost. Though officiating seemed a good compromise.”

“She certainly has the experience,” Astarion sighed, “But I have a feeling this one will be her favorite. She’s happy for you two. We both are.”

“I’m happy for you too you know,” Gale added with a small smile, “I always thought the two of you would work out. I even made a killing in the pool we had going on for it.”

Astarion stared at him, brow raised, “You had a pool?”

“Oh absolutely,” Gale confirmed, completely shameless as he listed out the rules, “It got quite competitive after awhile. First, it was all about if you’d ever realize your feelings for her. Then when you went and did that we were betting on how long you’d both last before you left. And then when that didn’t happen, well. Let’s just say I got a few platinums richer.”

Astarion rolled his eyes at the news, barely even surprised, “I feel as though I’ve earned a cut of that.”

“Unfortunately it’s now our honeymoon fund. But I’ll owe you one.”

That was another aspect of this whole debacle that Astarion hadn’t even thought about. But gods, did it sound nice. Whole weeks dedicated strictly to the two of you. No religious duties or adventures to worry about, just… them. 

The joy of the thought must have shown on his face, because the next thing he knew Gale was looking him up and down, a small smirk on his lips, “What’cha thinking about over there?”

“That this wine is mediocre at best,” Astarion lied, avoid Gale’s eyes, “Tell me you at least got a good deal on it?”

But Gale wasn’t taking the bait. He was still watching him like a hawk. That was the problem with getting closer to people, and having, gods friends. 

You had to deal with the discomfort of being read like a book, “Does our little Astarion want to be wed?”

Astarion flinched at the accuracy, taking the time to shoot him a glare as he avoided the question, “I am nearly three centuries older than you.”

“Perhaps, but we both know two of them don’t count,” Gale said, barely missing a beat, “So tell me, do you already have a ring picked out?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I can help you pick one you know, there are many fantastic jewelers in Waterdeep. I believe she has the same ring size as Shadowheart, we can bring her along.”

Astarion rolled his eyes, ignoring the small blush creeping up his neck, “I want you to know that if this wasn’t your wedding day I would have slapped you by now. Consider my reluctance as your wedding present.”

“How generous of you,” Gale chuckled. But then he started to speak quieter, his voice taking on a more gentle and serious tone, “She would say yes you know. You’ve had her wrapped around your finger since the day you held that dagger to her throat.”

That was an exaggeration, but Astarion would be lying if he said the mention didn’t make him preen the slightest bit, “You forget that I did have competition.”

“Oh, barely,” Gale laughed, “You don’t get to reminisce of what could have been when you won. Gods, no one had any chance against you. And trust me, we tried.”

Astarion blinked at him, more than a little surprised, “You did?”

“Of course we did. We all did. What do you think Shadow and I bonded over? But the pining stopped eventually. Then it became…something more. Something deeper. She’s… a magnificent woman, my little shadow. Who has gone through too much…” Gale trailed off, his eyes still following his bride as he softly smiled,  “Suffice to say, neither of us are pining anymore. And I’m sure Shadow would love nothing more than to help plan her dearest friend’s nuptials.”

“Who ever said that you two would be involved?” Astarion scoffed, just to be an ass, “For all you know we’ll elope in Neverwinter.”

But Astarion’s grip backfired, if the smile on Gale’s face meant anything, “So that means you are going to propose?”

Oh for fucks sake. Astarion glared at him for the accuracy, at a loss for words. Besides it… it was true. Of course he was going to ask, where else would this fanatic line of thinking end? He just hadn’t expected Gale of all people to be the one to force him to admit it. 

“I-yes,” Astarion sighed, finally giving in, “Are you happy now? Yes, I’m going to.”

“Extremely,” Gale grinned, “Because you just won me another three hundred gold.”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for entertaining a friendship with a child?

okay so this might be a weird one or even a controversial one i honestly have zero clue how other people will receive this, apologies in advance if i ramble!

to begin, i (23ftm) and this kid (15f) first met about a year ago. one of my best friends (23m) is a pretty big model and tiktoker and she was a fan of his, and she was pretty recognized online for making cool edits and stuff of him and coming to meetups etcetera, so he knew of her from there, and over time with always seeing each other at meet ups and her being in his discord server (where i mod) she kind of became pretty well known to us.

an important thing to note is that she's SUPER neurodivergent and she's had a really tough life. she lost her older brother a few years back and she's (i'm not sure of the correct way to put it, her family is originally from the netherlands and their english is kind of in the works so this is how they put it) developmentally behind a few years - her parents describe this as her being "mentally more 13 than 15" but her behaviour to me is even younger than that. she's very very innocent and trusting, very overemotional and sensitive to criticism etc, loves stuffed animals and pink and cartoons and all of that. she's told me she feels like a little kid sometimes and will talk/act like one so maybe there's an element of trauma-rooted age regression there, i'm not super sure - i'm not gonna get into detail but she's talked to me about her life a lot and she's had some pretty fucked up shit happen to her.

from the beginning she pretty much imprinted on me - she's told me before i remind her of the big brother she lost, and ever since then she's called me her "big brother" and "family" etc. at first i was more just playing along with it to make her happy but over time she really has become something like a little sister to me, i feel super protective of her. i want to become a teacher after college (not to mention eventually a parent with my fiancee) so i think at least part of it is that taking a kid 'under my wing' so to speak is giving me experience with it all. i've always been kinda paternal/protective over kids in general but i was the youngest sibling in my family so i never really had anyone to utilise that on before

she does rely super heavily on me emotionally, especially because after i found out she was being bullied pretty badly at school i started dropping by to keep her company during breaks/lunch and making sure shit was okay (which her still-living brother used to do, but he's a famous?? - unsure How famous, i don't know sports at all - footballer/soccer player who's often in another country and can't see her often anymore), and i've been working with her to curb that. i'm actually currently working with her parents to find her a good therapist and support system. she's no longer in the tiktok friend's discord just because it was getting a little all-consuming for her and we encouraged her to take a break, but she's done a TON of work on herself and maturing since then and she does plan to rejoin at some point soon.

however, i find it really really hard to gauge whether being so close with a child is... like normal? or not. i honestly can't tell if it's kind of the internet caution about adults talking to minors kind of warping my brain and making me overly wary of what people will think or if i'm doing something wrong or if it's genuinely like a weird situation, so i guess i'm looking for outside perspectives.

the things that make me question it is that like i said she's very 'mentally young', she's very sheltered, and there definitely seems to be an element of her kind of replacing the older brother figure she lost with me. on top of that, we met through her being a fan of my friend, and though she's now separate from that i worry there could still be an element of power there because i'm close with the guy she calls her idol. her family knows me and seem totally chill with everything, but they've told me she tells people at her school that i'm literally her brother and basically 100% talks about me as if i'm her biological family, which i find super sweet but at the same time wonder if it's healthy.

she obviously needs therapy and hopefully soon we can get her it, but: AITA for entertaining a sort of found family dynamic / friendship at all with someone very vulnerable and young or is this genuinely helpful for her?

What are these acronyms?

[itsharleystuff]

╰─▸ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

‘ I just wanna be one of your girls tonight ’

— 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Rockstar!Joel x afab!fem!reader (no outbreak alternative universe).

— 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 8.7k

— 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your best friend’s boyfriend has an older brother that turned out to be the guitarist of a famous rock band from the 80s. You meet Joel by accident before his concert and things take an interesting turn.

— 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content (minors dni!), age gap (Joel is 48, reader is said to be in college tho her age isn’t specified), sex, p in v sex, porn with barely any plot, sex with a “stranger”, a bit of dirty talk, oral sex (f), use of ‘slut’, praise, mirror sex, fingering, some oral (m), cum eating, reader calls Joel an ‘old man’, smoking (they share a cigarette), pet-names (sweetheart, darling, honey). Also, I know nothing about guitars or concerts so this is probably very inaccurate. This one’s roughly edited, forgive meee. No use of y/n.

— 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬: One of the girls - The Weeknd, Lily Rose-Depp, Jennie. Breakin’ dishes - Rihanna. Todas mueren por mi - Cartel de Santa.

Third-wheeling has now unintentionally become your most recurrent hobby since your best friend started dating Tommy Miller. Not that either of them minded, given that it was their idea.

Tonight was different, however.

"I could've been a part of it, y'know?" the man boasts, "I just didn't know how to play any instruments or how to arrange tunes... I have a nice voice, though. If that counts for anything."

Ary, your friend, giggles at his statement and replies with a comment that you didn't quite listen. Tommy's car stereo is currently blasting The Clashers' latest album— Joel Miller's rock band, that is. Two days ago, you had no idea who the eldest Miller was –only that he existed–, much less that he was the guitarist of a very popular 80s band. Now his brother is taking you and his girlfriend to their gig, to which he was given front row tickets. Nice.

Their music was actually pretty good, though some of the songs sounded more country than rock. Tommy explained that those were most definitely written by his brother, due to his love for the genre. Apparently, The Clashers have had a recent comeback with their newest album and a small tour, all after a long, undefined hiatus that went on for nearly a decade and a half. "Joel's fault", the younger Miller said, "he became a father. A single one, to top it off. But he's the best at it, don't ever doubt that."

"How old is he again?" you wonder, suddenly curious about the age gap between the siblings.

"Forty-eight. His girl Sarah just turned nineteen a couple months ago." You nod absentmindedly at the response.

You met Tommy almost a year ago, when Ary and you used to work at a cafeteria outside of Dallas' university. She'd graduated a few years ago, but needed money to pay her rent and coincidentally, you did too. You hit it off right away, becoming friends but also roommates in further time. Though you were still in college and she was a bit older, that never seemed to be an issue with your friendship or your schedules. Tommy came along shortly after, turning up every day at the café with his charisma and nice manners, making his intentions with Ary very clear since the beginning.

"D'you think there'll be a crowd?" your question makes her raise a brow quizzically.

"Most likely," she retorts thoughtfully. "Why? Are you regretting your own idea?"

Her boyfriend chuckles at that, knowing perfectly well how much you disliked loud, cramped places. It's not that you didn't enjoy this sort of events once in a while, but being someone who gets easily overwhelmed around people, you mostly prefer the sort of lay-back dates. Nevertheless, it was you who came up with this plan for today. With college giving you such a hard time and your colleagues being tremendous assholes lately, you needed something out of your comfort zone to fully unwind. Some action to pull you off the dull routine.

"Are you subtly implying that I'm a boring person?" you ask, falsely offended, crossing both arms over your chest. "Cause I swear I know how to loosen-up, I just need time to... Get used to it."

Tommy seems to be holding back laughter, but Ary doesn't even try to hide her amusement. "Girl, you're lucky I'm your friend, or else you'd be rotting in our local library," she scoffs.

You roll your eyes playfully, a smirk pursing your lips, "Yeah, cause that'll be such a tragedy. Who'd support you financially if I didn't study, huh?" you turn your head to her boyfriend. "Tommy?"

The man shrugs his shoulders, fighting against the urge to grin. "Oh, dear," she glances over her shoulder to look at you from the shotgun seat, bright smile painting her face. "Don't give him any ideas. He might just marry me."

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Whilst Tommy went looking for a place to park, you and Ary walked to the nearest convenience store to grab some beverages. You were still running early anyway, which only meant a quick stop wasn't going to imply much trouble.

"I'll wait for you out here," with a head tilt, you silently indicate your friend to go ahead. "I need a cig."

She nods understandingly, "Want me to grab something for ya'?"

"No, I'm alright. Don't worry about it."

Ary stopped at the entrance to look back at you, staring intently for a weird extent of time, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Did I mention you look stunning?"

"You might've had, but that doesn't mean I don't love hearing it," the reply widened her smile. Once she went inside the store, you took a chance to peer at your reflection in the showcase.

This whole eighties vibe was certainly not something you were used to, but there was no denying how hot it made you appear. Aiming for a 'rockstar girlfriend' kinda look, you went for that smudgy, dark eye-makeup; as for the clothes, the mini skirt, low-cut bustier and oversized leather jacket paired with some nice boots kept the whole outfit together.

You blinked away, stunned by how confident you suddenly felt in your own skin. Chuckling to yourself, you started digging in your purse for a smoke. And as if the gods decided to toy with your faith, you luckily found a single one sitting at the very bottom; putting the filter between your lips, you then turned your bag upside down to search for the lighter, only to find that you hadn't brought it with you.

"Damnit," you spat in frustration, closing your eyes to picture in your mind where the last place you'd left it was.

Maybe it was next to your bed, on the nightstand; or perhaps in front of the stove... No, it definitely wasn't in the kitchen. The blurry image in the back of your head resembled more of a–

"Hey," a low, masculine voice called from beside you in a mellow tone, almost as if this mysterious man had a naturally sly nature but wanted to cool it down. "Need a light?"

He had a deep, soothing ring; raspy, profound and very southern-like. Frankly, you didn't know what you were expecting before setting your eyes on him, but it definitely wasn't a man such as he was. A wave of emotions washed over your body as you pried on him; big, broad, rugged and devastatingly handsome. Not to mention older than you— however, how much older is not a detail you care to find out. Your skin felt ticklish and warm, added to the sudden acceleration of your pulse.

First thing you noticed were his big brown eyes, shiny in sort of a childish way, regardless of the wrinkles that surrounded them when he politely simpered. You could tell he was a total heartthrob by the way his lips quirked and his head tilted downwards when addressing you.

He's thick in the arms and wide in the shoulders, something that was noticeable despite the black leather jacket he was wearing over a plain white t-shirt, tucked into a pair of worn-out denims. The cowboy hat on his head casts shadows upon his face but you're still able to make up his features: aquiline nose, strong jawline, soft lips under a styled mustache and a patchy, graying beard. Tall and handsome as hell.

"Yeah," you answer as soon as your mind allows you to, suddenly feeling your mouth dry when realizing you were staring. He bit back a smirk as he gauges at your reaction. "You've got one?"

"Lucky for you, I do." His left hand disappeared in the pocket of his jacket, taking out a simple red lighter. "I don't suppose you've got a cigarette to spare, do ya'?"

"Sorry," you frown apologetically, "this is my last."

He closed the gap between you, but instead of handing the lighter, he hunched down to lit the end of the dart still hanging from your lips, caging it with his big hand. And fuck, he smelled good. A mix of cedar and sandalwood, fresh and manly.

"No worries, doll." Dizzy with his presence, your eyes unconsciously bored into his. You can't move away, diving inside his pupils like you're hypnotized. "I'll just buy a pack for myself."

Caught up in that urge of keeping him near, you take the dart between your fingers and hear yourself say: "Unless you wanna share."

It was impulsive, not to mention irrational. Yet, all of the rational thoughts inside your brain had unforeseeably vanished in thin air, replaced by a strange need that rested in the pit of your stomach, a wicked desire that rushed through your veins like a drug. His brow shot up in surprise, giving you a subtle, pleased nod. He realizes there's something else behind your proposition, nothing that could be hidden with the way you're shamelessly looking at him.

"Let me guess," he commences, his calloused fingers brushing against your own when he takes the cig, orange end stained with your lipstick, "you're headed to the concert."

Your eyes squint with a crooked smile, "Are you that perceptive or am I just that obvious?" he takes a short drag, holding the fag with a nonchalant attitude and a mannerism that expressed experience.

"Bit of both," the shadows of smoke surround his face, hiding his features behind a thick, mysterious fog. "You've got that groupie vibe to ya'. The kind of girl that has her walls filled with boy-band posters," he jokes.

"Oh, is that it?" you ask playfully, mirroring his action to let the nicotine circle your system. "Cool it, cowboy. I ain't trynna get in trouble for fighting an old man."

He chuckles at your sarcastic remark and you can see the spark of a thin chain around his neck, along with the soft curls that gathered at his nape. Jesus, his side profile was divine.

"What's your name, darlin'?" he asks. You tell him, that southern drawl of his being more noticeable when echoing it. "You from around?"

"Yeah," you blow the smoke away from him, though he takes back the dart while you're at it. "Been here my whole life. You?"

He shakes his head lightly, "Austin. But I've been all over."

You can't help but smile inwardly, "That explains it."

"What thing?" the man asks with a certain intrigue.

"Nothing... You've just got that particular vibe." He's already laughing when you point at the cowboy hat, rejoicing in the way you played with his own words.

"I see that, groupie." He takes the almost consumed cigarette between his teeth and removes the hat from his head, running a hand through his soft curls. "Let's trade."

You watch in awe as he unexpectedly places the hat atop your own head. It sits well there and the way his eyes grow dark and his lips curve upwards can only mean he likes it too.

"What'cha think?" you inquire, slightly adjusting it.

"I think..." he eyes you up and down, ashing the cig with a tap of his index, "You should keep it. In exchange, I'll just take what's left of this lung-junk."

"Well, that doesn't seem like a fair trade," you cross both arms over your chest. "Isn't there anything else you want apart from that half-burnt smoke?"

His head tilts to the side as he meditates his answer, his chocolate hair now messy and a couple of those brown curls hanging loose across his forehead. For a moment, you're worried you might've sounded too raunchy for the occasion, but he looks pretty pleased. His eyes lock with yours and you feel your knees wobbly just from that undeniable tension that lingers in the air.

"I'll tell you what, sweetheart." Sweetheart. Damn, he's good. "Find me after the concert's over. You can repay me then with whatever you might find convenient."

Your brows crease at the scheme, curious, "How will I find you, though? I'm certain there'll be a lot of people."

He laughs darkly, like he knew something you didn't –which, to be fair, was probably true–. "Just ask for Joel. I'm sure someone will point you to the right direction."

Joel.

Joel...

Joel?

Could it be...?

"See ya' around, groupie." He sets off with a subtle head gesture, waving back at you.

Your mind was spinning so fast that you didn't even notice when Ary reappeared beside you, rambling something about a woman being annoying over the prices and fighting cashiers, too worked up to even notice your distraught— or your new acquisition.

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The venue was crammed with people and there was a heady scent of pot all over the place, not unusual in these sorts of businesses. Thankfully, Tommy had arrived earlier to guide you through the masses.

"Here," he said, taking you and his girlfriend by the wrist. "We've got VIP seats, no need to go all the way down there." He pointed the barricade, where a ton of people were congregated to get the better spot.

The area in which you were located had a better view of the stage and was way more comfortable. Only till you finally sat down did Ary notice the new addition to your outfit.

"Did you buy that outside the store?" she wonders, sorta screaming to make herself heard over the mass. Tommy's eyes land curiously on you.

"Yeah, something like that."

"Funny," the man mumbles to himself, shaking his head lightly. "Very funny."

"What?"

"Well," he clears his throat and licks his lips nervously, "I just think it's funny that you'd get a cowboy hat in one of my brother's gigs."

Still in the shadows, you raise your shoulders to beguile him into spilling the details, "Why's that?"

Tommy taps his knee anxiously. "You see, when Joel was younger he'd often 'gift' his hats to any girl that would catch his eye. It was a way of... I don't know, making them one of his girls, you could say. By doing so, the other band members would see her and no one would dare to make a move."

His words fell upon you like an ice bucket. Joel, Joel, Joel. It just had to be the same Joel, because honestly, what were the chances?

Before you can retort, or even form an answer in your brain, the lights go out and the crowd bursts in cheers and shouting. But you can't for the life of you pay any mind to them, too focused on Tommy's story ringing in your ears. Seconds prior to the lights going on again, the sound of a single guitar key reverberated through the venue.

Did Joel Miller just mark you like cattle so no other man would approach you? Was that some kind of sick game he liked to play? If that were the case, you can't really say you're mad about it... Mostly thrilled, so to speak.

"So what would happen afterwards?" you asked, leaning to his ear, so you could make yourself be heard.

"Huh?"

"He'd make his move and then what?"

The man slightly winced as if you had just asked him the dumbest question in the book, "I think you know the rest."

You knew.

Of course you knew.

There's a voice saying "Goodnight, Dallas" and the spotlight is now on the five men standing on stage. You didn't even need to search for his image, your eyes immediately attaching to him like a magnet. A feeling of beguilement settles in your bones as you realize you've achieved that excitement you hoped to get tonight, at last. 

Amidst chaos and loud screaming, he stood there in all his glory, perfectly aware of the impression his sole presence could cause. Messy brown hair, sun-kissed skin and that patchy, graying beard. Convenience store Joel turned out to be rockstar Joel.

The only thing that was different about his appearance were the dark aviator sunglasses that gracefully framed his face, a belt with a big, round buckle and the black Epiphone Wilshire guitar that was strapped to his shoulder with a sash. All of this new fashion somehow made him more physically appealing, if that was indeed possible. He looked like the type of man you'd rip off from a magazine and stick up in the corners of your vanity; the kind of star that girls and women would salivate over.

You could totally see the fascination and understand why it was easy for him to simply pick out someone he liked and take them back to his dressing room for a nasty time. Joel Miller was that guy.

In the back of your mind you register the fact that you're probably eye-fucking him whilst his younger brother and your best friend are both standing at your right. But you can't really help it— he was just so electrifying, such a magnetic force of a man. The whole world seemed to stop as the concert carried on, though you can only make out the melodies when you're far too distracted by Joel's charisma and mysterious air.

The way he moves on stage, too focused on his own act, fingers tugging at the strings and metal vibrating underneath his touch... It's fascinating how he makes it look easy and like a tremendous labour at the same time, pulling it all off with a wolffish smile on his face. The other band members had their own charm too, but your preference was undeniable.

They played the songs that you had been previously listening to, and the fact that they're being played live just amplifies the feeling of intimacy regarding the lyricism and musicality. Songs that talk about life's hardships, love, heartbreak and carnal desires. They all just hit different.

Towards the end of the concert, Ary started feeling dizzy, the amount of people and sudden dehydration giving her signs of a posible migraine. She tried not to say anything for the sake of your fun, realizing just how much you're enjoying yourself tonight. But at the end she truly couldn't, deciding to tell Tommy she needed to step back for awhile and go get some fresh air.

"I should go with her," you said in concern. His boyfriend shook his head and patted your shoulder.

"I'll go. You can stay if you want to, just call me if something feels off and I'll be back in a sec," he said reassuringly.

It took a few seconds to agree, although you eventually did. The event was almost over anyways. "Tell me if anything happens."

"F'course."

You watch as he leaves behind her with a certain remorse in your gut. The Clashers play three more songs afterwards, turning out to be much more emotional and heartfelt than you could've expected.

One by one, every single band member thanked the audience before the lights went out completely and the crowd stopped their clapping and cheering.

In order to avoid getting stuck at the exit from the people storming out, you decided to stay back and wait. You intended to reach your friend via message, sending a short "everything alright?" that did not deliver due to the awful signal. Only then did you start to grow nervous and more worrisome.

"Excuse me," out of nowhere, one of the security guards called for you when no one else was around –aside from the scattered people that had the same idea as you did–; a tall man with a 'staff' pin on his shirt. He asked for your name, but something about the way he worded the question made you believe he already knew it. "You've got a backstage invitation."

"A backstage invitation?" You tried holding back laughter. "From whom?” your eyes narrowed at a new clue. “Wait... Did Tommy meet up with Joel?"

The staff member furrowed his brows in surprise, "You came here with Miller's brother?"

"Huh? Yes... Isn't that why you approached me?" the stranger gave you a kind, slightly embarrassed smile.

"No, but you should come with me. Joel's in fact the one that asked."

"Oh..."

So, it was him after all.

'Someone will point you to the right direction', turned out to be quite literal.

You agreed to follow the guard. Maybe Joel could just reach Tommy and tell him you were fine. Although that'll mean you'd have to explain how you two had met. Well, shit... It’s not like it was a bad thing, right?

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Backstage dressing rooms tend to be different depending on the facility where an event is held. In this case, there were rooms with the artist's names hanged on them and a handful of people moving around, spitting orders and following instructions. Everyone was so involved in their own affairs that no one really seemed to notice you, specially standing next to the security guy, who knocked twice on the guitarist's door.

It didn't take long before he appeared before you, that post-concert glow brightening up his features. His cocky smirk told you just how certain he was that you'd end up here eventually and how glad he was for it. You gave a quick nod to the man that guided you here and he disappeared just as quick as he came.

"Hey there, groupie."

"Joel." Your lips unconsciously curved, too. "I believe I owe you something." His hair was ruffled and the sunglasses rested atop his head, looking better up-close than he did on stage.

"Wanna come in?" the question sounded so genuine and innocent, it almost made you believe there wasn't a meaning behind it... Yet, you knew; you were both aware.

"Sure, but-" there was something you had to tell him... God, he smelled good— what was it you had to tell him? "Won't they scold you for having me here?"

His dressing room was fairly spacious, with a small leather couch, a coat stand with a couple of jackets and shirts hanging. His guitar rested on the corner, tucked inside its case; facing the couch was some kind of vanity where celebrities could get their makeup done, the lights around the mirror reflected a warm light.

"Don't think so, darlin'. I'm way too old for a scolding," he joked, closing the door behind you.

The very moment you were left alone, away from any prying eyes, the air shifted entirely; as if this whole space was your own private setting. That same feeling you experienced outside the store somehow crawled under your skin once more, adrenaline rushing through your veins in a crushing expectation.

"Did you enjoy the show?" you nod distractedly.

"I did. But I ain't gonna lie, it was a total shocker to find out that the hot guy I'd just met was actually a part of the group." Joel's eyes gleamed with an unfamiliar simplicity that invited you in and provided a certain comfort.

"I wish I could've seen your face," he retorted, his voice smooth and low.

"Why?" you bicker, "So I could further boost your ego? No, thanks."

He chuckles softly, his eyes squinting to reveal the tiny wrinkles that form around them; a sign that he's always been the type to laugh without remorse. Those are the small details that make him even more attractive in your perspective.

You lean against the makeup board, giving your back to the mirror and crossing both arms over your chest. The heel of your boots had started to feel uncomfortable, so you placed one leg across the other to shift some of the weight whilst his gaze followed your every move intently; the unfathomable depth of his eyes stirred something inside you, an urge to unleash your impurest thoughts.

"You've got quite an attitude, don't ya', groupie?" the man questions with humor. "But I'm pretty sure you just called me hot, so, either way, my ego was boosted," he pointed out smugly.

"Joel," you click your tongue, subtly shaking your head. "I bet there's tons of women saying that about you, and there's no doubt in my mind that you’re aware of it already."

That could not be denied. Throughout his life, Joel had always been aware of his charm and good looks, which eventually brought him popularity amongst the group. After having Sarah, he saw himself forced to tone down the amount of affairs and adventures he'd have, specially as a single father, always trying not to get his daughter's hopes high if she saw him with someone.

Honestly, despite him being back on track with the 'celebrity' lifestyle, he still wasn't planing on keeping up with his old tricks of bringing women backstage and giving them something to gush about with her friends. He really hadn't gotten involved with anyone during the tour until now... And it wasn't something he'd intended to do either. Everything happened so spontaneously, the way you two sort of bonded and just met out of the blue. Joel's goal wasn't any of this at first, he merely thought of how gorgeous you were and how comfortable he felt in your presence.

However, logic and good sense abandoned him the minute your eyes gaped at him; dark and alluring, with a spark in them that he could not escape, an intriguing verve that entranced him and crept under his skin. From that moment forward, he could only think about you while being on stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of your skin amongst the crowd but having to settle with the fresh image of you on his mind: your confident mannerisms, your striking smile and how good your legs looked in that mini-skirt. He tried to put on his best performance just to impress you.

"Yet, your perception of me is the only one I currently care about," he declares, taking a few decided steps towards you.

You beam, keeping your head held high, "I gotta give it to you, Joel. The hat thing, your whole performance... Very clever."

He's taken aback by your words, surprise written all over his face. "What d'you mean?"

"Come on, Joel," you reply with a roughish grin. "You really thought I wouldn't hear all about your schemes? Oh, here I believed I was special," you joke.

The man gets rid of that 'respectful' distance that kept you apart, slowly making his way to you, exuding that perpetual arrogance he naturally carried and never breaking eye contact. You returned the same energy; piercing his soul with those siren eyes, barely tilting your head back to expose your throat and unhooking your arms to give him a better sight of your breasts. Intentional or not, those little details were driving him insane.

"You are special, sweetheart," he murmurs, emphasizing the second word. "All of my girls are."

He was quite close now, his scent dazing your senses and the warmth of his body, plus that southern drawl of his, formed goosebumps on your skin. With boosted confidence, you reach out to softly grab the lapels of his jacket. You wait for him to push you away, scold you or react negatively... though he never does. Instead, his eyes fall from yours to your lips, licking his own distractedly. You motion to remove the shades form his head and place his hat back on, adjusting it lightly. In the meantime, you take your time to run your fingers through his hair, drag them along his jaw, feel the raspy sensation of his beard scratching your fingertips.

"S'that so?" you whisper, your breath fanning across his cheek. "You know what I want...?" His eyelids shudder, a muscle twitching on his neck as you lean to pour the next words into the shell of his ear. "I just wanna be one of your girls, Joel Miller..."

Those words have an immediate effect on him, his eyes darkening with blown away pupils. Your hand lowers to his chest, conscious of the strength with which his heart was beating, the heat of his feverish skin there where you touched him. His palms land on your hips, caressing the covered skin as they make their way to your waist.

"We'll see 'bout that, darlin'," he hushes, cupping your face with his right hand to keep you steady, restrain your control over him. His face is barely inches away from yours, practically breathing each other in. "You know what's gonna happen now, don't you?"

You gulp in suspense, eyes glued to his lips, waiting, wishing he'd just kiss you. "Yes..."

"Good," Joel's thumb swipes across your bottom lip, slowly coaxing your mouth open. "Is this what you want?"

You can barely muster up the courage to speak, nearly falling from the tension. "Please..."

"Mmm..." his nose rubs against yours and your eyes close instinctively. "That's not an answer, sweetheart."

Your hands fist on his shirt, desperate to touch him. "Yes, Joel."

"That's my girl," he praises, effectively creating a pool of arousal that smothers your underwear. But you've barely got any time to process it before his lips are finally on yours.

The kiss knocks the air out of your lungs, his plump lips molding against yours. Your fingers play with the curls at the base of his neck, your nails scratching his skin deliciously. Everything feels hot all of the sudden, the need to get rid of your jacket latent on the edges of your body. Joel holds your waist and quickly sits you fully on top of the board, making you squeal from the abruptness of the action; this way he can settle himself between your legs and flush his chest to yours. His lips never part from yours, swallowing down any noise that escaped your mouth.

The coarse fabric of his jeans feels rough against your exposed skin, his hands coming to grab the back of your thighs, sliding them beneath the hem of your skirt as you wrap your legs around his waist. The kiss is breathy and intense, you taste him when your tongue drags inside –a mix of mint and cigarettes–, your teeth crashing when he tries to assert his dominance by pulling your body closer to his. Your perfume, sweet and floral, lingers around him in a way that makes him want you even more. When he slowly licks your lower lip, you moan faintly and the sound makes him throb.

His fingers splay on your asscheeks, prodding you to feel the weight of his hardening cock against your inner thigh, consequently setting a fire in your lower belly. You catch his grunt in the kiss, the feeling of his mustache tingling on your skin whilst you grind your hips just to experience that friction once again, relishing in the familiar sensation of your arousal spilling into your panties, wet and warm. And fuck, part of you doesn't believe that this man is hard for you. Joel suddenly backs away, just enough to stare blankly into your eyes, casted with desire, and regain a bit of composure.

"Not a word about this, 'aight?" something you had figured he'd state sooner or later.

"Yes, sir. It'll be our dirty little secret," you grin right as he whispers a goddamnit.

Before he pulls you in for another heated kiss, you struggle to take your jacket off, taking your phone out of the pocket and hastily throwing it to the floor as he mimics your action. Joel uses this moment to fully take in the sight of you; the way your tits sit perfectly in that top, chest rising and falling from drawing ragged breaths, your exposed neck and shoulders, flushed skin ideal for him to nip at and trace with his lips. So he does just that.

He ghosts your mouth, towering over you but ignoring the need to reattach your lips to his. Alternately, he gently kisses your chin, making his way down your throat and between your collarbones. You're a panting mess under his touch, trying to keep yourself collected for the sake of not getting caught, yet failing when his teeth sank onto the pillowy flesh of your breast. You audibly gasp, holding onto his arm for dear life; though he simply huffs a laugh that vibrates through you.

"Don't worry, darlin'. In here, you can be as loud as you want to," he assures.

Joel descends to his knees in front of you and the image is far too erotic for you to hold back a whimper. He coaxes your knees farther apart, your denim skirt hunched up around your hips so he can peek at the red lace of your underwear. He grabs your calf and places a kiss to the side of your knee, looking up at you hungrily.

"Should we take this off?" he taps on your boot, calloused fingers tracing random patterns on your leg.

"Let's keep them on," you say, your hand stroking his cheekbone. "I want to wear them when I come on your cock."

His eyes glint with lust, "Fuck..." he rumbles, almost pained. "Who would've thought a pretty girl like you would have such a filthy tongue."

You can't help but smirk as his lips roam upwards, "You think I'm pretty?"

His gaze scorches with intensity, both his hands languidly sliding up your sides till his fingers hook on the edge of your panties, pulling them down your legs to take them off, "I think you're beautiful," he murmurs amidst. Your heartbeat hammers in your ears at the time he leans into the apex of your thighs, one of his brows quirking up at the sight of glistening slick sticking to your swollen skin.

"Poor thing," he coos, taking off the hat like a cowboy who's worked his whole shift and comes home to eat the best dinner he's ever had, placing it beside you. "You're so sensitive, baby..." you inhale sharply when he lays a teasing kiss on your inner thigh. "Been a while?"

You nod, though even if it has been a while since the last time you slept with someone, you're certain that most of your responsiveness falls onto Joel's doing. He tsked, shaking his head in the meantime and using his thumb to barely spread your folds. Your eyes look at him beneath heavy lids, lips parted as his mouth explores the area, his breathing tickling the sensitive skin.

"I'll take care of you, sweetheart."

Without warning, his tongue darts out to lick the slick around your entrance, ravishing on the sweet taste of your juices. Your fingers thread through his curls, swallowing hard at the new sensation. He takes his time with you, leisurely allowing your wetness to gather on his tongue, his nose nudging at your clit when he moves his head a certain way. It all makes your brain spin, overcome by the pleasure you're experiencing, actually permitting you to loose your cords and spill uninhibited whimpers that only egged him on.

"Shit, you're doing great..." you can feel his smile against your dripping core.

"You just taste amazing, darlin'," he's not lying. Joel's enjoying himself far too much as he buries his tongue between your folds, holding you tighter. "So fucking good..."

The back of your mind registers the brief pain of his fingertips digging in your flesh, thinking it may bruise in the morning. The other part can't even form a rational thought. You moan his name, calling out for something to ground you; but he's just as gone, if not way worse. Joel is bewitched by the headiness of you, clogging his senses entirely. It's been so long since he gave head, but he doesn't remember it like this— like he couldn't get enough, so eager to make you feel good, to hear those pretty sounds spill from your mouth.

"Oh my god..." you mewl when his lips close around your puffy clit, gently flicking his tongue over it whilst you run your hands through his locks.

He flattens his tongue against the bundle of nerves, tracing delicate circles that make your whole body shudder. You're messily dripping all the way down to the wooden surface as he selfishly alternates his attention between your aching bud and your hole.

"Look at you, honey," he mumbles, voice laced with desire. "Doin' so good for me."

His fingers swipe across your slit, making you squirm. "Joel, please-"

"I know, baby, I know..."

Though when he's about to dive in again, you catch the light of your phone through your peripheral vision: an incoming call. The ID read the name 'Tommy <3'.

Tommy???!!!!

"Shitshitshit," you quickly reach for the device, swiping the green button and muttering a wary wait to the man before you. Joel simply gawks at you with intrigue, the pads of his fingers still roaming around your core. "Hello?"

On the other side of the line, Tommy says your name with utter relief, "Thank god. I left you a thousand messages. Are you okay?"

More than okay. Your brother's tongue was inside my cunt just a few seconds ago, actually.

Obviously you can't say that.

"Uh... Yeah, everything's fine." You clear your throat, trying to mask the gasp that threatened to escape when Joel started rubbing tender circles on your clit. "The signal's just really bad."

"Yes, I noticed," he mutters, a bit frustrated. "Should I go get you? There's still plenty of people at the entrance and I don't want you to get lost."

"No- no..." you have to bite your bottom lip in order to muffle the unholy moan you were about to slip out. The bastard had just sinked one finger inside you experimentally, watching your face contort in pleasure as he reached for that particular spot. "I- have... Is Ary alright?"

"She took a pill and is knocked out in the backseats of my car right now," you can practically hear his smile as he speaks. "But... Are you sure you're okay? You sound... Agitated."

That was a way of putting it.

Joel is a greedy, jealous man. He wants all your undivided attention and will make sure to let you know. He decides to add a second finger, watching your eyes screw shut and your mouth gape as he curls them, your slick covering all the way to his knuckles.

"Yes, I met with a friend-" you tug at his hair hard enough to make him groan, his cock twitching with interest. "She's taking me home."

Your thighs start quivering and your body feels hot all over, an abrasive feeling of bliss rushing through every single nerve ending. You're close, and judging by the way you clench around his fingers, he knows too.

"Oh... Well, in that case just let me know once you get home. Please?" You think you answer, but you're not entirely sure. The call ends and your phone slips from your hand.

"Joel, I can't..." you whine when his lips latch to your nub once again, his fingers still working you open.

"Yes you can," he vows. You clutch at his curls with enough strength to work him up. "You're a big girl, you can take it."

And it's right then, when he repeatedly hits your g-spot, licking and sucking at your delicate clit, that your hips get a mind of their own, barely kept in place by Joel's strong grip on your hip. The coil finally snaps. You're not sure what you say, what words fall from your mouth... But they do dawdle on his mind. You shake from the magnitude of your orgasm, muscles starting to relax as Joel licks up every drop of your release, absolutely lost in the sweet taste of you. Your grasp on his hair loosened as he rose to his feet, letting you catch your breath.

He's on edge, his voice a hoarse rumble when he spoke. "Didn't anyone tell you," his left hand came up to brush his fingertips over your lips, "how rude it is to answer phone calls when this pretty pussy of yours is getting eaten?”

You lick your lips nervously. "I'm sorry..." he hums in response, "I'll make it up to you."

There's no time for him to reply since you crash your lips to his once again, frenetically searching to feel his weight pressed on top of you for a second time. This kiss is messy, rushed and needy. You can taste yourself in it as he pushes his tongue past your teeth.

Amidst the fuss, your hand snakes between your bodies to tug at his belt, fumbling to pop his pants open. Once you do, you can feel how warm and heavy his cock is, rock hard beneath your touch. He hisses at the flick of your wrist, moving up and down his length over the thin fabric of his boxers. Joel rests his forehead against yours to even his breaths, his chest heaving with a lustful sigh.

"Fuck," he grumbles, swiftly manhandling you so you're facing the mirror. His hand holds your face for you to stare back at your own reflection. "Aren't you a sight to behold?"

And you're certain that for a man like him, those words couldn't be truer. Sweat beads around your neck and sticks a couple hairs to your temples, eyes teary in the corners and lipstick smeared from the make out. Here and there your skin displays signs of his presence, part of you wishing they'd stay there till the next morning. If there was an accurate way to describe how you looked, that'll be wrecked.

"You should see yourself, Miller," you smirk, gesturing in his direction. His eyes reflected a prurient nature that added to his sex appeal, hair messy from your doing and an eager expression that gave him a downright pornographic aura. "Not bad for an old man."

His lips caress the back of your ear, hands driving the denim skirt farther up your hips. You cling to the edge of the work desk, making an effort to stand up in your weak knees, chills running down your spine when he gently nibbles at your earlobe.

"So much for not wanting to boost my ego, huh, sweetheart?" his gruff voice is both soothing and stirring, making all the blood rush straight to your pussy.

He parts your legs, spreading them with his knee and forcing you to bend forward a little. Your head turns to peek behind your shoulder, his every move being closely monitored by you, eyes widening when you finally fathom the sheer size of his cock. Your lower body pulsates with anticipation, another wave of arousal sticking to the inside of your thighs.

"Holy fuck-" you ramble as you watch him expertly roll a condom on his length. He's long and visibly thick, a prominent vein running from base to tip; your mouth waters just from the idea of wrapping your lips around it. "Shit..."

"Don't be getting all shy now, honey. Tis' what you wanted, then you're getting it," he rasps, lining himself between your legs.

"M'not shy," you retort, staring back at him through the mirror. "Was just thinking about how badly I wanted to blow you."

Joel stifles a groan, his hands snaking to your front to pull down the top and expose your tits. There was no need to wear a bra with a bustier, which you were glad for, cause it made it easier for him to pinch the peaked buds of your nipples. The head of his cock glides across your folds, coating it with the slick that keeps dribbling each time he bumps against your clit or makes you watch as he gropes your breasts.

"You talk like a slut." Your cheeks soared red and your pussy fluttered at the name-calling. The heat of his body on yours was simply intoxicating, making it difficult for you to think. "Is that how you want me to fuck you?" he whispers in your ear, nudging his cock at your entrance but not quite going in yet. "Nice and hard until I make an absolute mess out of you? Mmm?"

You nod, "Yes, god- yes. Please, Joel..."

He takes that plea as his cue to press himself inside you, slow and steady, allowing your body to adjust to the intromission. Your mouth falls ajar, nails scratching the wood under your fingers, vaguely squirming at the sharp sting of the stretch.

"That's it, takin' my cock so well," words of encouragement fall hoarsely form his lips like a chant and your body willingly melts into his. "See? I knew you could take it."

His thighs plunge to yours when he bottoms out at last, letting out a few pants and groans, his fingers pushing stray hairs out of your face. You can feel him jerk inside you, your walls enveloping his girth tightly, a wave of pleasure licking his spine at the feeling. He doesn't waste any more time, finding a pace of his liking as soon as he started moving and being relentless with it. The way his neck chain hits your shoulder blades with each thrust, the scrub of his beard when he kisses your temple and the dirty praises that he murmurs in your ear, somehow make the situation grounding; like it's really happening and you're not dreaming about it.

As Joel cradles you in his arms, your hand skirts to his nape in order to bring him in for a kiss. Each roll of his hips is calculated, deep and unswerving, knowing exactly how and where you liked it, studying your reactions. When he kisses you, he does so earnestly, almost affectionate in contrast to the rhythm in which his dick drags inside you– but it's short, the need for oxygen overpowering both. At this point, not even your stilted whimpers and his soft moans can mask the lewd sound of your squelching pussy or the sporadic noise of skin slapping against skin.

"Good fuckin' slut," he locks your jaw in place, pushing you to keep eye contact with your own reflection. "Sneakin' behind your friend's back to get fucked by a stranger –shit– an 'old man', nonetheless..."

Your stomach tenses each time the head of his cock grazes that sensitive spot within you, legs shaking at the way he speaks to you. Through the mirror, you see the way his thumb digs into your cheek, his hand cupping your breast as he twists your nipple in his fingers and the worst of all: that haughty fucking smile that suited him perhaps too damn well.

"I always did like them older," you utter, out of breath.

He chuckles darkly, heftily, letting his hand coast down your abdomen and reach your clit to tease it while he takes you from behind. The feeling was so intense that all you could do was claw at his bicep and let a hushed whine slip past your lips, knowing that a second orgasm was approaching faster than you had expected.

"Fuck, Joel- It feels so good..." your moans are like music to his ears, a syrupy melody that he wants to maintain on replay.

The way your pussy clenches around him, squeezing his length with every push, has his head fuzzy with sheer pleasure. And god- you look beautiful coming undone for him. No; because of him. He sees you looking at him through the reflection, pupils dark with an obscure desire, feels your cunt soak him every time he tells you how good you are, with each sound he makes just for you.

"I'm so close-" you warn, white sparks blurring your vision at the building of your crescendo.

"C'mon, come for me," he purrs, skillfully teasing your nub. "Wanna feel it— oh fuck, wanna feel you live up to your promise..."

Joel fucking whimpers, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck as he pulls your hips to meet his pace. The sound is so enticing that it throws you off, wanting to engrave it in your mind. Your thighs waver and your back arches, an overwhelming sense of euphoria partaking your body. "I've got you, let me hear you," he fucks you through it, slowing down but never losing precision. "Right there, you did so good..."

In your state of frenzy, you feel his cock throbbing inside you, his grip on your body tightening: the classic telltale of his own climax looming. Through it all, with your heart thumping so loud that it's almost deafening, you blurt out a dulcet: "Come in my mouth..."

God help him.

He nearly loses it right then and there.

"As you wish," he sighed, his deep voice raspy with passion.   

But he's an indulgent man, so he musters up the strength to pull out and snatch the condom away, throwing it to the trash can. You fall to your knees with no hesitation, arms stretching to reach the outline of his hips. Joel guides the ruddy head of his cock to your lips, spreading precome all over them before you fully take him in your mouth. You suck him earnestly, focusing on the tip and tracing the vein on the underside of his dick. He's so worked up that it doesn't take him long to start panting; head thrown back and hand grabbing firmly the back of your neck.

Your gaze stick to his, knowing perfectly the power of looking into his eyes. You love the taste of him, musky and strong; all man. All you can think of right at this moment is how you want more, so much more of him.

"Perfect," he slurs through gritted teeth. "Perfect girl."

You can't contain the hum that reverberates through him, pushing him over the edge whilst you massage his balls. A deep, guttural groan claws its way from his throat, hips stuttering and thighs trembling as he comes in thick, hot spurts down your throat. You swallow instantly, not thinking much about it and stroking his shaft unhurriedly until he's whimpering from overstimulation; though he doesn't tell you to stop or pushes you away, letting you work him up to the time of your choice. Once you're content, you straighten your posture and rearrange your top, roughly registering when he tucks himself back in his pants.

"You okay?" he asks, helping you get on your feet. His thumb swipes around your lips and chin to clean the smeared lipstick, a sweet concern dithering in his eyes.

“Feelin’ great,” you say with genuine joy, pulling your skirt downwards and grabbing your panties from the floor, laying next to your jacket and his guitar. “Thank you.”

“I should be the one thanking you,” he lends you a hand in putting your jacket back on. “It’s been a while since I’ve… Uh, well, you get it.”

You turn to face him, beaming radiantly. Gosh, you’re stunning. He’s certain he won’t forget those mesmerizing eyes of yours.

“Joel, let’s be honest with each other…” your hands shot up to caress his cheek and thread at his curls. You don’t believe him one bit. “We’ll meet again. You know we will.”

You didn’t really mean it, merely wanting to make an impression. But there was a minuscule possibility that your paths would cross for a second time; after all, you did know his brother. Though you never mentioned that. Deep down, you were scared that he wouldn’t want to make a move if he knew of that connection— specially after seeing Tommy’s reaction when he saw that hat on your head.

“Hope that’s true, groupie.”

Joel insists on calling his chauffeur to take you home, arguing that it was past midnight and it was dangerous to take a cab. Eventually, you let him, making a quick stop to the bathroom to set things right with your appearance. He waits for you patiently, the cowboy hat presented to you as a gift when you walked out.

“Keep it,” he sways, “as a little souvenir for if we don’t end up meeting again. Besides, it suits you better.”

“Won’t you have another pretty girl to gift it to?” he rolls his eyes at your inquiry.

“I can always buy more,” he laughs. “I want you to remember I sent you home sore and aching each time you look at it.”

You giggle, getting on your tippy toes to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Don’t worry, Miller. I’ll be thinking ‘bout it… About you. That’s a promise.”

And he truly hopes you mean it.

[hyallulonelyhime]

Hyahime presents: That time when a jsk became an ironing board cover..

Today i'm sharing a classic from cgl many of you have definitely heard about: The ironing board fiasco. The story of a girl, her dad's fiance and many feels.

Everything started when OP shared this image and said the following:

Due to some unusual circumstances, I'm currently living in a partially-renovated house with my dad and his fiancé.

His fiancé is a very sweet lady who is very thrifty. She makes all her own clothes and and will usually find a practical use for something, rather than throw it out (i.e recycling old bottles and jars to pot plants).

I had a Baby The Stars Shine Bright Strawberry and Cherry Ruffle jumperskirt that I didn't wear anymore, so I was planning to sell it. From memory, it cost about $400.

I put it out in the main room next to a pile of clothes I planned to donate to Good Sammies, so I'd remember to take photos of it for the sale. I then went away for a week to visit my grandparents

When I came back, I noticed the pile of clothes had disappeared. Cool, my dad and/or his fiancé had donated them for me. But wait… Where was the jumperskirt?

It was then that I saw the sight portrayed in the uploaded. My dress had been cut up to to make an ironing board cover and a tablecloth. I don't know where the rest of the material is.

It appeared that my dad's fiancé had assumed the jumperskirt was part of the donation pile, and thought there was no harm in 'recycling' it for her own uses. In her efforts to pretty up the concrete-y wasteland of a house, she had unknowingly destroyed an expensive brand dress.

Literally the only thing I could do in that moment was stare blankly. I can't even be mad at her, she had no idea.

So now I have a BTSSB ironing board and table cloth.

the story immediately caught the attention of users as they scrolled. Some found it terrible, others couldn't help but laugh..

Though some were quick to say it must've been fake.

So.. did OP fake this for attention? Let's investigate.

It is very unlikely the fabric was gathered from a replica, judging by the print details and the fact that this isn't a very sought-after or popular piece you'd see everywhere.

But how did one dress result in so much fabric? Although it looks like a lot, one anon pointed this out:

But she knew she'd get the attention, right? ...yes, but I don't think anyone would come up with this specific odd way to recycle a lolita piece and make the community react.

OP responded to the questions and thoughts with the following:

At this point, some anons were pretty much just fighting over if it's okay for OP to be so calm or not. Which.. is a little bit weird. Others were more emotional about this than the victim themselves.

But what you may not know is.. there's more. There's more to the Kawaiironing fiasco.

Op comes back.

I queried the whereabouts of the remaining material and she showed me. She said my dad told her I was "throwing them out" (I have no idea where he drew that conclusion as i specifically said I was donating a bunch of clothes, so at the very least he should have assumed I was, you know, donating them), so she thought it was fine to cut up. My fault anyway, didn't separate the "sell" pile from the "donate" pile. HOWEVER… There were a few other brand dresses I was planning to sell. I assumed they had been donated with the rest of my clothes, as they were nowhere to be found. I was a little sad about that (they were valuable Angelic Pretty, BBSTB and Metamorphose), but oh well. Then I looked in her material bag and found they had also been cut up… When dad said I was "throwing THEM" out, he did not state a plural by accident… Pics to follow.

If anyone wants individual versions of those pics lemme know.

The loli gods frown upon me today for my unbecoming carelessness in handling burando.

Op decided to keep the truth a secret: ignorance is bliss, and her stepmother did not deserve to feel the guilt of ruining so much burando.. or to know that so many lolitas were in shambles knowing about her crafts.

..Although, anons said this wouldn't stop her from doing it again. Maybe she should know so she doesn't cut up even more dresses.

One thing is certain. that's a really cute ironing board cover. Maybe the fabric could become even more random burando stuff: headbows, little makeup bags, cup coasters, mats.. oven mitts?

Lolita home goods for all! we demand a cute life!(✧∀✧)/

[mythicmanuscripts]

Omg a new writing blog for the fandoms I'm currently obsessed with who writes sub!characters content??? Already in love with your blog! I really like your work, especially the sub!Jace stuff and the daemyra poly hcs

(spoilers for 2x07 if you haven't seen it)

Could write some poly hc for Baela and Jace with a lowborn reader who became a dragonrider for team black because of Rhaenyra and Mysaria's plan? Maybe one who claimed Vermithor since the personnality of riders he seems to like would make for a fun dom!reader.

I feel like there would be a fun dynamic between reader and Jace since he isn't too thrilled about the new dragonriders, so quite different from the other things you wrote for him where he was into reader from the get go.

Also this fandom needs more Baela x reader content (I love her so much)

Thank you anon!! That's so nice to hear and yes you are very right we do need more Baela content!! This is such a cool concept! I'm gonna be tagging this with poly!Jace/baela so that if I write more about this, there's an easy way to search for it.

I'm gonna do headcannons about the relationship and how it started and while there definitely will be sub!Jace undertones and also implied sexual content, there's nothing explicit so no need to venture out past the cut this time! Though, if anyone wants NSFW headcannons for this or has some of their own, please let me know I'd love to hear it!!

-- so firstly, I think this works best of Jace and Baela were already married and also if Jace and Baela weren't properly in love yet?

-- sure they definitely like each other and are more than happy that their parents chose to wed them together, their dynamic is still closer to friends than husband and wife.

-- When you're able to get a dragon and join team black, Jace is not exactly thrilled. At first you really don't understand why he seems to detest you so much, but you just arrived and you know you have a lot to prove so you don't query it right away.

-- Baela, on the other hand, absolutely loves you from the get go. She takes one look at you and immediately knows that at the very least the two of you will become great friends.

-- And she's absolutely right of course.

-- you find yourself spending more time with Baela than with anyone else. You two train together, ride dragons together, sit with each other at meal times, etc.

-- of course at first this only serves to make Jace even more unhappy about you, because now it's like you've taken his wife on top of everything else.

-- Baela is the one who tries to get Jace to come around to the idea of you having a dragon and to be kinder towards you. Jace brushes her off, but she's determined and she won't give that easily.

-- Beala knew both you and Jace very well, and so she knew with 100% certainty that if Jace could get off the soapbox for one minute, he'd realise how great you are and you'd become fast friends.

-- While Baela is trying to get to stop being so stubborn, she's also confiding in you about her marriage. She likes Jace, and she could definitely see herself enjoying being with him, but she just feels so bland about it. She's not excited to spend the night with him, which isnt ideal since she's supposed to be making heirs.

-- You offer her advice and listen to her venting. More than once she has to stand up and leave before she stops being able to resist the temptation of kissing you, because you just seem to get her at a level that no one else does, and she wants you so bad, just as much as she wants Jace.

-- something big has to happen for Jace to finally wake up, and my immediate thought is that you save Baela? Baela is out on a scouting mission when Aemond manages to ambush her and if you hasn't shown up when you did, it's almost guaranteed that Baela and her dragon would have been no more.

-- Baela tells Jace this, and damnit as much as he doesn't like you, he has to go personally thank you because you did literally save his wife's life.

-- Jace is equal parts annoyed and relieved that when he spoke to you, you took his thanks graciously and then actually started a conversation that made him realise you're not so bad after all.

-- it becomes the three of you for a while after that.

-- I think you'd end up kissing Baela first, by that point you knew you had feelings for both of them, but there was no way you were going to pass up the opportunity when Baela initiates

-- you don't even have to go through trying to workout how to Jace because he actually walks in on it.

-- You're so certain you've just ruined Baela's marriage, but then Jace smiles and says, "Do I have to go... or can I stay? Because I want to stay, please?"

[wholoveseggs]

Luv my birthday is on the 24th of this month I was wondering if you could make something for Elijah as a birthday special. 🥰

What did you wish for?

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

♡♡ Happy Birthday Amaya ♡♡

On your birthday, Elijah and Rebekah find themselves at odds when it comes to organizing the party.

2k words - Warnings: pure fluff & a little smut.

Rebekah was at her best when she was party planning; there was something about it that lit a spark in her. She was absolutely in her element. From the food to the décor, and especially the guests, she wanted everything to be perfect. This party was special; it was the first birthday of yours she was able to be a part of, and she was beyond excited. Rebekah was going to make sure it was nothing short of spectacular.

The only problem was there was another person who wanted to plan it as well: Elijah. In the thousand years they spent as brother and sister, they rarely clashed, and even then, the issue was resolved with ease. So the fact that she was currently at odds with him regarding your birthday celebration was completely baffling. She loved him dearly; she was proud to call him her big brother, but right now, she was seriously contemplating daggering him, just for a day or two.

"We need to discuss wine options," he said, entering the room, a stack of papers in his hand. "Perhaps we should have a selection of reds and whites?"

"You're joking, right?" She rolled her eyes, turning back to her work. "I already took care of the drinks. I thought we discussed this; we agreed to let me handle the menu, remember?"

"No, I don't think we did," he sat down across from her. "I recall telling you I would handle the beverages and you, the guests"

"I've already ordered it! If we change anything now, everything will be ruined."

"I see," he crossed his legs, resting his hands atop them. "Perhaps I should make a list of the other decisions you made without my consent. We could start with the decorations, which are hideous, by the way."

She scoffed. "What's wrong with them? They're perfect."

"Perfectly atrocious," he countered.

You were trying your best to stay out of it, knowing it was unwise to come between two originals in a fight, even if you were the subject of it. But the more they argued, the more worried you became. They had been at it for days now, and it didn't seem to be slowing down. It was almost amusing how petty the argument was.

They were both trying to do something nice for you, and it was touching, to know they cared so much. But the more time they wasted arguing, the less time they would have to finish their preparations. And if things didn't get resolved soon, there wouldn't be a party. And that would be a tragedy. You were so looking forward to celebrating your birthday with the two of them.

"Elijah, I'm sorry, but if you don't stop insulting the decorations, I'm going to throw you into a wall. I've worked really hard on these, and I won't have you tearing them down," Rebekah scoffed.

"Fine," he shrugged. "If you want the party to look like a gaudy mess, that's up to you."

"Will you two please stop!" you cut in, unable to take any more. You walked over to Elijah, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled softly, kissing you lightly on the cheek.

"Thank you," Rebekah grumbled. "I'm not used to being outshone." She smiled sweetly. "I just want to do something special for my best friend, is that so bad?" she asked him.

Elijah looked up at you, placing his hand over yours, "everything is fine my love, my sister and I will come to an agreement. Isn't that right, Rebekah?" He turned to her.

"We will?" She asked, her tone dripping with annoyance.

"We will," he shot back.

"Okay," you shook your head. "Well, thank you both, for putting this together."

"Don't worry about it, darling. Go get ready for the evening," he responded, pulling back. "Rebekah and I will handle the rest."

You headed off, leaving the siblings to their squabble, praying it would be settled before the party. You'd never been to an original family function, let alone one in your honor, and while the thought was a little terrifying, you were excited.

It had taken most of the afternoon, but Rebekah and Elijah had managed to pull it off. The house looked beautiful, a myriad of colors, and scents wafted through the air.

Elijah had insisted on adding extra lights to all the ivy draped along the walls and ceilings. Rebekah had picked out some incredible food and drinks, long banquet tables filled with dishes from all around the world. She'd even managed to procure a few bottles of wine that Elijah had insisted on.

All in all, it was perfect; you were in awe. As you wandered the halls, admiring the decor and chatting with the guests, a feeling of peace and happiness washed over you.

This was what family was supposed to be. People who cared about you and would go out of their way to do something nice for you, even if they didn't always see eye to eye.

Rebekah came by, fiddling with your outfit and hair, making sure everything was just so.

"Rebekah, really, everything looks wonderful," you insisted, watching as she straightened your dress, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

"Thank you," she said, giving you a warm smile. "But, it's not done yet."

"Oh?"

"Come," she grabbed your hand, leading you into the ballroom, where a huge cake stood in the middle. It was covered in delicate icing flowers and dozens of lit candles.

"Happy Birthday!" Elijah shouted, standing next to the cake.

You couldn't believe they had done all of this, and so quickly. You'd never had a proper birthday party before, and here they were, throwing you one, without even being asked. It was the best gift you'd ever gotten.

"Make a wish!" Rebekah exclaimed, motioning towards the cake.

You closed your eyes, blowing out the candles, the smell of smoke filling the air. Elijah wrapped his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

"Happy Birthday, love," he whispered, pulling you close. "What did you wish for?"

"Something I already have," you replied, gazing into his eyes.

He gave you a knowing smile, his dark eyes sparkling. "What's that?"

You turned, looking around the room, seeing the smiling faces of the people you loved most. The people who would go to the ends of the Earth for you, who had become your family.

"My family," you grinned, looking up at him. "And I couldn't be happier."

He kissed the top of your head, holding you close, as the others came over, wishing you a happy birthday.

After having your fill of all the delicious food and desserts, Elijah led you to the dance floor, taking you in his arms and swaying gently to the music.

"This has been the best birthday ever," you sighed, leaning into him.

"I think it would have been better if Rebekah hadn't gone with the garish decorations," he replied, his eyes drifting around the room, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Elija-," you were cut off by a soft kiss, his lips brushing against yours.

"I'm kidding, love," he said, pulling away. He wasn't.

You chuckled, shaking your head, and looking out across the room.

The party had been going on for a few hours, and you could tell everyone was starting to wind down. You spotted Rebekah chatting with Marcel, their heads close together as they laughed.

You smiled, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you, as you watched the people you cared about the most, enjoying themselves. You never would have imagined your birthday could have turned out this way, and the fact that it did, made your heart swell.

"Come," Elijah said, his arm wrapping around your waist, as he led you out of the room. "I have a surprise for you."

"Really?" You asked, grinning at him.

"Yes, but we need to go somewhere private for this one," he replied, his voice lowering.

"Ok," you said, a feeling of excitement washing over you.

He led you up the stairs, stopping outside of his room, and opening the door, gesturing for you to go inside.

As you stepped into the room, your breath caught in your throat, and your eyes widened. The room was filled with carnations, every surface covered in beautiful blooms.

"Elijah," you gasped, reaching out and running your fingers along the delicate petals.

"Do you like it?" He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"I love it," you turned around, placing a soft kiss against his lips. "How did you know I love carnations?"

"I have my ways," he smirked.

"Thank you, for all of this. It's perfect," you said, a warm feeling settling in your chest.

"There is one more thing," he replied, stepping away and heading towards the door.

"What is it?"

"I'm afraid I cannot tell you, but I can show you," he grinned, closing and locking the door behind him.

Your cheeks flushed, and you felt a tingle of excitement run down your spine, as he began removing his clothes, tossing them aside.

"Elijah," you giggled, watching him strip, until he was standing before you, wearing nothing but a smile.

"Happy Birthday, my love," he said, pulling you into his arms and kissing you deeply.

His hands trailed along your body, sending sparks of pleasure through you, as his lips moved to your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin.

"You're so beautiful." He murmured, his hands finding the zipper of your dress and slowly pulling it down.

The fabric fell to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your undergarments. His eyes darkened, roaming over your body, before he pulled you into another kiss, his hands sliding down your sides.

He led you over to the bed, laying you down gently, and removing the last of your clothing, his fingers caressing your bare skin.

His tongue traced your breasts, trailing down to your stomach, his eyes never leaving yours. He reached down, his fingers dancing across your thighs, causing you to let out a soft sigh in anticipation. His lips brushed against yours, his breath hot on your skin, as his hands continued exploring your body, every touch lighting you on fire.

"What does my birthday girl desire? Hmm?" He murmured, his hand moving between your legs, brushing against your clit.

"You," you moaned, arching into him, your hands clutching at his shoulders. "Please."

He grinned, slipping a finger inside you, earning another moan from you, and a wicked look flashed in his eyes.

"You like that?" He purred, curling his fingers, hitting that spot that made you see stars.

"Yes," you cried, your hips bucking against him, as your body began to tense.

He added a second finger, pumping them slowly, his thumb circling your clit, as he brought you closer to the edge.

You moaned, digging your nails into his back, as the wave of pleasure crashed over you, your walls clenching around his fingers.

He chuckled, his lips brushing against yours, as he pulled you against his chest, your legs wrapped tightly around him.

"Feeling good, my love?" He murmured, his cock grazing your entrance.

"Yes," you breathed, biting down on his shoulder, as he entered you slowly, his hips moving at a leisurely pace.

He peppered kisses along your neck and jaw, his lips brushing against yours with each thrust, your bodies moving in perfect sync.

You could feel the pressure building again, the knot of pleasure winding tighter, your release just out of reach.

"No, no, not yet," he chuckled, sliding out of you, and leaving you feeling empty. He grabbed your thighs, spreading you open, and lowering his head, his mouth finding your clit.

He gently sucked on the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling around it, sending a rush of heat through you. Your hips rolled against him, as the pressure coiled, your thighs tightening around his head as you tumbled over the edge, waves of pleasure crashing over you, his name falling from your lips.

"Such a good birthday girl." He whispered, kissing the inside of your thighs, his fingers trailing along your skin.

He sat up, pulling you into his lap, and bringing you into a passionate kiss, your tongues tangling together. He lowered you down back onto his cock, you wrapped your arms around his neck, riding him slow and deep. He grasped at your hips, lifting you up and bringing you back down, his forehead resting against yours, his breath coming out in short pants.

You bounced faster, your chest flush against his, his hands tangling in your hair, as your lips found his, swallowing his groans and moans. His fingers tightened, pressing into your flesh, as you both neared the edge, the heat building between you, your bodies slick with sweat.

"I'm gonna-" you gasped, his hips thrusting up hard, his cock brushing against your g-spot with each movement.

"Me too." He growled, sucking on your neck, his pace quickening.

You clenched around him, the pressure snapping, your orgasm rushing through you, his own release following.

Your bodies trembled, his hips rolling, helping you ride out your high, until you fell back on the bed, exhausted and sated. He pulled you into his arms, your chest rising and falling, a content smile on your lips, as he kissed your shoulder.

"Was it everything you hoped for?" He asked, chuckling, his eyes glowing.

"Better." You replied, nestling into him, the warmth of his body lulling you to sleep.

As your eyes fluttered shut, you took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of the flowers around you, and the man in your arms, humming softly.

You had never felt happier or more loved, and it was all because of him.

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It was an ordinary day in the Watchtower. At least by the standards of the Justice League. Which meant that there was some kind of threat to the Earth. Batman was busy trying to establish contact with the Justice League Dark, which disappeared without a trace. The usual stopped when Wonder Woman in full heavy armor called to the meeting.

"Diana, what happened?" Bruce asked. The "trinity", as they were called, were close and had long ago learned from each other the smallest nuances of body language. It might not have been noticeable to others, but Bruce noticed a slight tremor in her hands.

"I thank you all for being my friends and comrades. But as of today, I am resigning from my post in the Justice League." Batman had contingency plans. Everyone knew that. He was just a man who stood among the Gods because he was prepared for any threat they might face. What made it even more unusual was how unprepared he was for these words. "Diana, talk to us. We can help."

"I hope you will" her tone is steal hard. This is not a Diana, thier friend is talking. It's Wonder Woman. Batman scolds himself how unprepared he is to hearing her like that directed to him he really is. "May this sword serve you instead of me." She takes her sword and stabs it into the wall. "Because when I see it again, it will be with the enemy. Find the Prince, Justice League, or you'll find out what it's like to wage war against the Amazons."

"You don't have to do this." "You're wrong, Batman. When I became Wonder Woman, I took an oath that I would always stand for truth and justice." "Like all of us!" "What if the criminals are the USA, Bruce? Will you stand with me against your government? Will you start a war against your own cities in the name of justice?" Silence reigned in the hall. "Find the Prince, Justice League. You have 72 hours before we start the search. That's all I can give you."

[Wonder Woman A-03] said the computer as Diana left the Watch Tower.

Surprisngly, it's Teen Titans that helped with the next part. Their empath, Raven, was able to sense a huge emotional mystical energy release near Jump-City. They found a well protected base, that was surrendered by agents in white costumes. Per protocol, they called the JL for backup. By their channels, they found that the base belonged to Ghost Investigation Ward, a goverment group to search, study and destroy Ghosts. "Not just ghost, but ghosts of Infinite Realms." said Raven, the only magical expert they currently had. Batman doesn't believe in coincedence. The JLD dissapearence, Diana leaving the JL, the amazons war, a huge base with a lot of magic organised by the goverment. It's all connected. He activates his comm. "Diana, we may have a lead."

Batman and his group are escorted to the ward. What he sees inside caugths him off guard. Batman hates being caught off guard. A 3 meter long blue amazon, with 4 arms, flaming purple hair, fully armored and carrying a spear. Diana and her mother stay around the table, studing maps. "Bow before Pandora, patron of Amazons, queen of Acropolys." They do. "What have you found?" "6 hours ago, was discovered a base of operations, lead by goverment group known as Ghost Investigation Ward. It consist of agents in white suits" This piqued Pandora's interest. He was right, this was connected. If 'the Prince' was not there, then they may find where he really is. "You know about them?"

"If my son is there, then you may just have prevented the war against your realm, mortal. It may depend on how much they harmed him and if we will act fast enough."

"The Justice League will be able to extract him and return him to you safely."

"If you think i will trust you to do it by yourselves, you are mistaken, boy. My son has a lot of allies in the Infinte Realms. I will gather them and will make sure that he is safe. Hippolyta, prepare your forces. No one is allowed to escape."

When the rescue started, Batman was caught off guard once again. When Pandora said they had a lot of allies, he thought it will be a couple of dozens. Instead, a couple of hundreds of ghosts were united to march against GIW forces. Snow Yetis, Greek Soldiers, knights, a big blue dragon, a pharaoh leading mummies, a driad controlled plant, a woman in red suit on a hoverboard with guns, amazons, and the missed the JLD. The problems started from the start, when they heard the loud "STOP!!!" on their comms, belonged to the driad. "What's wrong, Sam?" Pharaoh asked. "Blood Blossoms." "This sick sons of the bitches." Batman heard John Constantine swearing. "What is it?" "The base is surronded by Blood Blossoms. This are anti-magic flowers. If anything mystical gets in, it won't get out. B, they grow only if they are fertilizer with ashes of innocent people burned alive. To have so much to surrend the miles of the base..." Batman now understood what John meant. "What can we do? Should we break the circle?" "To late for that. The only option is to completly destroy every flower. Burn everything." "Flash, Superman, you heard him. Make it quick." "Your assessment is incorrect, Constantine. Demons are not affected by Blood Blossoms," Raven said over the comm. "Raven, the extraction is on you. Get the Prince out of there. J.L. will distract him."

In the end, the united army forces of ghosts and JL was able to capture every GIW agent, even if it was harder than they first anticipated. GIW was able to gather a lot of different weapons, capable to harm even more durable members of the united forces. Once Raven was able to get to the Prince with her emphath and going through walls abilities, both the Prince and Raven dissapeared. Apparently, healed by Raven, the Prince was able to open the portal to Infinite Realms. This satisfied Pandora and amazons, which was a relief. With the promise to punish and disband the GIW and anti-ecto acts, the war was prevented. Ghosts and amazons retreated, leaving only members of thenJL to take care of arrested and wounded. Now was the hard part for them. Make the goverment admit that they fucked up and officialy imprison all GIW agents for good.

A couple of days later, a green portal opened in the Watch Tower. This caused an alarm. The whole JL was ready to fight whoever tried to attack them. Only to meet a white haired teenager. "Uhm, hye". Flash was the first to speak "Uhm, buddy, i hope you won't take it the wrong way, but what are you doing here? It's not exactly an open place." "Uhm, yeah, i get it. I just wanted to say thank you. For helping with Guys in White and stuff." "No problem, bud. We are the Justice League. That's what we do. But how are you connected to it?" This was answered by Batman. "He is Danny Phantom. A small town hero from Amity Park. One of the paranormal heroes, that dissapeared with the kidnapped Prince"

This put a smile on teens face. "Good to know you know about me. Anyway, thanks for GIW. Though, they were just pawns. The Observants used them in an attempt to overthrown me. Thankfully, now i can legally throw them out."

"Wait, you mean, YOU are the Prince?!" Flash exclaimed. "Yeah, but please, just call me Danny. I don't need any pompeus names or anything like that." Batman took initiative. "Apologies, Danny. But we were not aware that we were rescuing a child. We are sorry that we came so late."

Danny stared in his eyes, like he was trying to search his soul, before shrugging off. "Eh, it's fine. I have learned to be content with what I have. Surprisingly, this opens up many opportunities to enjoy what you have, instead of trying to get what is lost." And something about that rubbed Bruce the wrong way. Such lesson couldn't came lightly. "So, now that the GIW is gone, i think it's time to return your friends." On that, Raven and Wonder Woman came from the portal. "Hey, Diana. You call sometimes, since we are apparently cousins, or something like that." "I will Danny, don't fret."

"I think the Titans will be glad to meet you and your friends." said Raven. "Really? Huh, maybe. It's nice to meet the big superheroes." "We are always opened for friends." She said with a small smile.

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Random Idea but with what I know about current spoilers I have two ideas. One is that Sun will somehow becomes the Witherstorm (I AM BANKING ON THIS) or he's going to be relevant to the Witherstorm of their dimension and be scattered through dimensions.

One of my most favorite series of all time is "Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles" and the crux of that series is they need to put someone back together and to do so, they have to travel to various dimensions to find the missing pieces of the person's soul. I totally see that happening to our Sun? I don't know why.

Even to this day, Sun still hasn't quite opened up about himself. Not to Old Moon, New Moon, Solar, Earth, Lunar, etc etc. I think the most he's been open towards thus far is probably Dazzle ironically?

I'm still getting caught up but I can tell Dazzle actually wants to get to know him so she's asking about him and he's honestly telling her. (also loving how Sun is spending more and more time with the kids in the show, He spends so much time with FC, Dazzle, Jack, etc. It's so wholesome) I'd say Earth and Lunar are in second place of knowing him best but they also still sometimes are kept an arm's length away.

Solution to this? Scatter parts of his 'soul' into the multiverse and make it the family's responsibility to find him! Heck he could even be in a coma the entire time they do this! When they find a Sun fragment they get to see his memories or feel and hear his thoughts.

In Tsubasa the fragments are called 'feathers' and they can warp reality, break time and space, or even gain sentience. I think it'd be so neat if one of the fragments of Sun became Dark Sun but I know it's not likely.

"I am doing this for Sun, Because I am Sun" vibes

Just an Idea but it'd be so cool if it happens!

My second Idea, has to do with a sketch I did a bit ago (still working on more sketches for it) but basically I know Sun's currently gathering power. He's a fighter and wants to help! His family is still keeping him away from the action though. It's not malicious and comes from them wanting to protect him but it's going to ultimately leave him more vulnerable and a target.

Dark Sun I know is tampering with dark energies, he's raising a dragon? He's associating more and more with Witherstorm energy and he still hasn't quite confessed what his motive/plan is besides the fact this is "all for Sun"

So wouldn't this mean Sun is going to ultimately becomes a Witherstorm? It's what the creator studies and the one of the main dimension is different from others so who's to say our Sun and Moon aren't also built different with different fates?

Creator created something specifically just to torture and wear Sun down but when you think of it, that's also what Old Moon was until they split. I don't think that was the intention but the fact Old Moon just decided to point blank torture Sun? Sus, like it was meant to happen.

Dark Sun I think needs Sun to be his pet Witherstorm, and he's maybe planning to use Nexus to make that happen? I just got to the point in the series where he just picked up New Moon from space and took a chip out of his brain. Bruh...he needs him but won't say for what.

I love it. Dark Sun my beloved what are you evil little plans <3

Hoping Sun doesn't fall into a Coma but it'd be so sexy of him aha~

I really like when Sun spends time with Earth and Lunar too it'd be so cool if they have an adventure to save him.

BTW I've been listening to Aurora's song "The Seed" and it literally gave me a big brain AU idea for tsams but idk if I should try to write it.

I really hope Sun ascends to some kind of God-hood like being especially involving destructive energy like Witherstorm stuff. It'd be so neat and sad if one of the nicest people ever became the ultimate judge, jury, and executioner-like being. It's especially ironic since Nexus/New Moon can't decide what's real anymore and just decided to frick off and become God so it'd be realllyyyy funny if Sun was the one to become a reality altering being.

I'm just Madoka-ifying Sun at this point

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

An Interview with Lydia (My Yuu ♡) Part One

One of the students apart of NRC's newspaper club got the opportunity to interview Lydia, the girl that appeared from another world! Though magicless, she became a student at NRC, and currently resides in Octavinelle. Here is the first part of the published interview! Enjoy ♡

(Please note that Lydia resides in an AU where NRC is an actual college, like my friend Ian (@crystallizsch) has for her OC Yuusha. Ramshackle and Grim do not exist in this AU, and Lydia is not in-game Yuu)

Interviewer: Hello, students and staff of NRC! I'm here today with our classmate from another world, Lydia Sweet. Thanks again for agreeing to this interview, Lydia.

Lydia: I... didn't really have a choice...

Interviewer: Now then, let's get started! We'll do some basic questions first, before going to the student submitted ones. So, Lydia, is that your full name?

Lydia: Yes, Lydia is my full name.

Interviewer: And do you have any nicknames you go by?

Lydia: I have a couple. Lyddie is the one most people use, though Lyds is a close second. Some people have specific names they call me, like Floyd and his nickname Leaf Sheep.

Interviewer: I see. And you're a 2nd year, right?

Lydia: Yes, that's right.

Interviewer: What club are you apart of?

Lydia: Well, I was a member of the Board Game Club... before...

Interviewer: Before you and the housewarden of Ignihyde broke up?

Lydia: ...

Interviewer: Touchy subject?

Lydia: I'd rather not talk about it, if that's alright...

Interviewer: What a shame... I'm sure everyone's dying to know what happened.

Lydia: ...

Interviewer: Alright, alright. I won't push it. So, if you're not in the Board Game Club anymore, what club are you in?

Lydia: I'm not in any club, really. I usually just join Jamil, Ace, and Floyd during their club meetings...

Interviewer: So, the Basketball Club?

Lydia: I don't play, though. Sports aren't really my thing... I just sit in the stands and watch.

Interviewer: Is there a club you'd like to join?

Lydia: Well... maybe the Science Club? I'd rather be in the Board Game Club, though...

Interviewer: Do you miss the Board Game Club?

Lydia: I do... even if it meant more time spent with Azul, every club meeting was always so fun. I didn't want to leave, but...

Interviewer: You felt like you had to?

Lydia: *She doesn't give a response, but nods her head yes after hesitating a moment*

Interviewer: How did you end up in Twisted Wonderland anyway?

Lydia: I was walking home after taking my cat to the vet. He was in his carrier, and I know I had it locked, but somehow... he got out. I chased after him, and ended up falling down a hole.

Interviewer: A hole?

Lydia: *She nods her head* The next thing I know, I was landing in the middle of a runway, decorated with flowers.

Interviewer: The Fairy Gala.

Lydia: Yes, the Fairy Gala. Leona was leading the group, while Kalim and Jamil followed. I landed between them.

Interviewer: Must have been quite the scene.

Lydia: I'm sure it was... I lost consciousness upon impact, so all I remember is waking up to Kalim leaning over my face, and Leona and Jamil staring down at me behind him.

Interviewer: Where was your cat?

Lydia: Throwing a fit in Leona's arms, trying to get to me... He must have been so worried.

Interviewer: I'm sure they all were.

Lydia: It was all so confusing... Nobody knew how I ended up there. And they couldn't really stop the Fairy Gala... So...

Interviewer: ... You joined the Fairy Gala?

Lydia: Yep!

Interviewer: On your first day in Twisted Wonderland...?

Lydia: Yep... Trust me, they didn't really want me too. They wanted me to go see the nurse, or the Headmage. But the gala was already happening, and they couldn't risk their plan...

Interviewer: Being thrown into a new situation like this must have been frightening... I can only imagine how lost you were.

Lydia: Oh, I thought I was losing my mind... or that this had to be one big dream.

Interviewer: Yet, you never woke up.

Lydia: *She nods her head* It's hard to believe at first... being in a whole new world. Sometimes it's easier to pretend it's a dream, then to face reality.

Interviewer: Do you still think this is a dream?

Lydia: *She laughs* Oh, no. Not at all. That's just how I coped my first day here. Telling myself, "This must be a dream" or "This can't be real"

Interviewer: So what happened after the Fairy Gala?

Lydia: I got examined by the nurse, and went to see the Headmage. Since I didn't have anywhere to go, Kalim offered for me to stay in Scarabia, which Crowley agreed to. He's supposed to be finding me a way home.

Interviewer: You live in the Scarabia dorm, then?

Lydia: I did, before I was transferred to Octavinelle...

Interviewer: What made you want to transfer to Octavinelle?

Lydia: I didn't... it's... a bit of a long story...

Interviewer: Well... Do you like being a member of Octavinelle?

Lydia: I like it more than I thought I would, which is... nice...

Interviewer: How tall are you?

Lydia: 163 cm

Interviewer: When's your birthday?

Lydia: October 20th

Interviewer: Are you single?

Lydia: *Her face turns red, caught off guard by the question* ... What?

Interviewer: Are you single?

Lydia: *She hesitates a moment before responding* Yes, I am...

Interviewer: What do you look for in a partner?

Lydia: I... I don't-

Interviewer: Do you have a preference when it comes to gender?

Lydia: No, but-

Interviewer: So you're more interested in personality, then?

Lydia: I have to be friends with someone first, before I'm able to develop feelings for them... I'm sorry, but these questions seem... very sudden.

Interviewer: I'm just going in the order I was given. If the question makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to answer it.

Lydia: It's not that. I was just... caught off guard. I wasn't expecting questions about my love life...

Interviewer: More people are interested in your love life than you know, Lydia. We've had dozens of students submit questions wondering about it.

Lydia: Really...?

Interviewer: Yes. Take my next question for example... why did you and Idia break up?

Lydia: ... I'm not answering that.

Interviewer: It was worth a shot... Moving on, what's your ideal first date?

Lydia: Mini golf! I've always wanted to try it, and it's... actually my dream date.

Interviewer: To play mini golf?

Lydia: I know it sounds silly, but I think it'd be fun!

Interviewer: Did Idia ever take you to play mini golf?

Lydia: Oh, no I... never brought it up with him, actually. I figured it wouldn't be his thing...

Interviewer: What do you like to do in your free time?

Lydia: I like to play video games! From otomes, to mobile rhythm games, to handheld consoles like the Nintendo DS and Switch! While I love my Gamecube, I don't really play it as much as I used to. Same with my Gameboy Advance.

Interviewer: Anything else you like to do?

Lydia: I like to read, and write... listen to music... I like to bake sometimes...

Interviewer: Do you collect anything? Cards, coins...

Lydia: Stuffed animals. I don't try to collect them, it just sorta... happens. *She laughs* I'm particularly fond of Sanrio, or anything cute really. Honestly, with how much nail polish I have, I guess I collect that too. I love painting my nails.

Interviewer: Outside of the school's uniform, what sort of outfits do you like to wear?

Lydia: Well, usually I just wear a graphic t-shirt and some leggings. Maybe a cute top, if I'm feeling fancy. *She laughs* When I'm in the mood for it, I'll wear a nice dress. Something cute, that makes me feel pretty. I like my pajamas, but I really only wear them when I'm in my dorm.

Interviewer: Do you have a favorite outfit?

Lydia: I do... this one.

Interviewer: I'm guessing you're a fan of My Sweet Piano?

Lydia: Oh, yes! Some of my friends like to joke that I am her *She laughs*

Interviewer: Do you wear this outfit often?

Lydia: Not really... I mainly only wear it for special occasions, like when I'm interested in someone...

Interviewer: So it's your date outfit, then?

Lydia: Oh, I guess you could call it that, yeah...

Interviewer: What's your favorite food?

Lydia: Cheese fries!

Interviewer: Your favorite drink?

Lydia: I like sweet tea, or sparkling water... but only if it's flavored.

Interviewer: What's your least favorite food?

Lydia: I've been told I'm a picky eater before... I don't like condiments... or pumpkin... or popcorn... or pickles... or raw fish...

Interviewer: Your least favorite drink?

Lydia: Soda... I used to drink it all the time before I quit, and I surprisingly don't miss it.

Interviewer: What's your favorite subject?

Lydia: Since I don't have magic, there's only a few classes I can attend. I think alchemy is interesting.

Interviewer: What do you do while everyone is in class?

Lydia: Oh, I'm usually working at Sam's shop, or the Mostro Lounge.

Interviewer: Well that's all the time we have for now. Join us tomorrow, where Lydia will be answering questions submitted by you, the students!

Lydia: I thought you said some of the questions I've already answered were submitted by others..?

Interviewer: Yes, by me.

Lydia: Oh...

Interviewer: And remember, these interviews are exclusive to NRC's newspaper! Now on Magicam, at NRCnewspaperclub! Until next time!

Lydia: If this is a newspaper, why are you talking like we're live on TV...?

Here's the first part to Lydia's interview! ♡ Since it got so long, I decided to split it up in two parts. The first part being general questions, while the second will feature the questions you submitted! ♡ (Feel free to submit more, if you'd like ♡)

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Thank you! ♡

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Aslo I’m not sure if ur caught on the manga for my hero like the war arc mostly but I was wondering if request based of the manga base on chapters 286 -365 like you know how bakugou is currently severely injured in manga instead of bakugou almost dying it’s the reader who takes all the hits for him when fighting shigaraki aslo can reader quirk can be scarlet witch type where she using her full potential of her quirk which is slowy corrupting her via dark hold idk I wanted to incorporate mix between multiverse flim and the manga I hope this it ok aslo can add bit of angst and fluff in end I hope this is ok

My Dream

Love wasn't part of the agenda, win the Sports Festival, intern with the top heroes, then graduate and become Number One. Though those dreams don't always stay the same.

Words: 15.6K

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: Angst, violence, blood, death, hospitals, some fluff in the middle, pretty op reader, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH MHA CHAPTERS 286-365

A/N: Omg this was so much fun to write! Originally it was going to be much shorter but it became so addicting to keep writing and building more I hope you enjoy 💙

Love wasn't a part of Bakugo’s schedule if he was going to become the Number 1 Hero. Not if…when. He was in U.A., he had a strong quirk, good grades, he was interning at the current Number 1’s Agency, and he even won the damn Sports Festival! His dream was forming with each step. Everything set perfectly in front of him ready for him the second he graduates and starts his agency…

But then you showed up.

The biggest wrench in his plans and that stupid Deku had gotten a quirk and got himself in the same damn school as him. But you were worse than him. Getting in through recommendation unlike him, your grades rivaled his sometimes beating him which made his blood boil, your quirk was stupid either you were a damn witch. Your quirk was witchcraft, Chaos Magic to be specific like in those dumb horror movies with the spell books and all. Apparently, your family was well known for their quirk and some heirloom that is passed through their family. You were a thorn in his side when he first met you. He was supposed to be the best in this class and U.A. as a whole but here was this girl just appearing and taking all the glory and it pissed him off.

He didn’t understand what made people like you, you were boring as hell and a pretentious dumbass. Just because you had some special family name that made you better than him? Give him a chance to really show you the full power of his quirk and you would be groveling at his feet. And he had tried…picked a fight with you during training ready to prove to every one of those extras and to you that he was the best.

Your class had never seen Bakugo lose at all. He bolted right at you ready to send the largest explosion to knock you flat on your ass but in seconds he had the wind knocked out of him and bounded by your magic and you had only moved your hands. He had never felt rage at that moment screaming insults at you explosions coming from his hands trying to break through the bidding but nothing happened. Your classmates watched in shock as you just look at him in almost confusion and Bakugo only saw disgust and cockiness in your eyes before you dropped your hands and walked away to the locker rooms.

At that moment Bakugo promised himself he would destroy you. He despised you, who did you think you were?! You were the obstacle blocking him from his goal his dream of being Number One. So any moment there was a ranking or a test or some sort of activity that had a winner he would put his all into beating you. Not that you noticed him going out of his way to prove he was better than you. You had your own problems to deal with. Your family was a well know one almost at the same level as Todoroki and Yaoyorozu may be higher but you didn’t know. Like that level important.

Your family from as far back as time could history could recount had an impact on the world. Your original ancestors were from a town in America called Salem and were witches. Well now it would have just seemed like quirk users but to a time when quirks didn’t exist they were seemed as demons or witches and were persecuted for it. The first true member of your family’s bloodline was a woman name Wanda Maximoff, created from great magic that could exceed many quirks today even top heroes like All Might. Surviving the persecution of her sisters in Salem she went into hiding, finding love in a man called Vision someone who had a quirk, and had children until her children began to show signs of having powers as well. In fear of her family being harmed like her old sisters, she heard rumors from other witches and quirk users of an item of immense power. This item could give the user infinite knowledge of the mind and strength beyond even the strongest of humans for the body. However, this all came with a price. A deadly obsession over the item that men would kill over to keep in their possession and corrupt even the purest of hearts. Wanda sought out this item to protect herself and her family from the cruel world that was persecuting those who were different. While good lay in her heart finding this item had only led to her hurting others until it was in her possession. The item that had infinite power.

The Darkhold.

Learning its secrets of spells and technology to help the world move forward it slowly began to taint her heart becoming a being of dangerous magic. She was gifted the name the Scarlet Witch, as a being that was not born but forged and destined to destroy the world that harmed them. Her family begged for her to give up the book, the same loving wife and mother to them had disappeared being replaced by a power-hungry woman ready for revenge on those who wrong her. The corruption had overtaken her heart and the woman she once had been was long gone the dark magic had won. The family with no choice but to take her down had failed as she had grown too powerful. But before she could cause a killing blow to her own husband and children she had seen the fear in their eyes and guilt had pulled back the curtain that was covering her eyes. Regret and sadness had overtaken her and she vowed to never touch the Darkhold and to never let it corrupt others. With this, it had become their family's duty to protect the book and others from it, and with each generation as Wanda’s blood flowed through the veins of her descendants this order was to follow. To protect the world and themselves from the corruption of the Darkhold. Your ancestors arrived in Japan as time passed with your family being its current holders. Your ancestor’s quirk passed through your bloodline of witchcraft never being a different quirk from an outside mother or father. Your family to determine how strong their quirk was tested on them and some had theirs be stronger others weaker some average. Until you were born and it was time to test your quirk.

Your parents and grandparents were there for your testing and you were nervous. Your mother and her parents were descendants of the Scarlet Witch while your father’s side was not thought they were informed of your family history. The test was the witch or warlock would amplify the child’s quirk with their own magic until theirs appears and then it was determined the strength of their quirk or if there was even a quirk. Your ancestors have had a few rare moments where a child would be quirkless and it would be a shock for the family. Your mother’s brother was actually quirkless when he failed his testing. While you loved your family deeply it still hurt hearing how they quickly ostracized the quirkless child even going to lengths of giving to people outside the family. Your mother had explained it when you had asked why you were never allowed to see your uncle.

“We need to protect the book Y/n…we are the only ones who are strong enough against others so those who aren’t…it’s complicated sweetie, you’ll understand when you’re older.”

So when you were about to be tested your parents watched with nerves and almost fear. Your mother had a complication following her birth with you and if she were to try to have another child the chances of her surviving the pregnancy and the child as well were too high of a risk. As the only child finding out whether you have a quirk or not and continuing your bloodline had rested on your shoulder in those moments.

Your grandfather on your mother’s side came forward to you kneeling down holding out your arm and the test began. Runes of shades of red appeared around the two of you as he drew them into the air before bringing them down and the runes imprinted in your arm sank into your skin glowing a faint red before disappearing. A burst of energy rips through the room as you’re blinded by a bright light almost pushed back from the wind that appeared in the room. Squinting your eyes open looking into the bright light seeing almost a figure emerge from it. Floating down from this bright light holding their arms out, the light behind them hiding their features but seeing what looked like a woman her long hair flowing in the wind as they grow closer. You catch one detail of an intricate tiara creating a silhouette on her head. You see a flash of red from where her eyes should be before the figure and bright light vanishes and you collapse. Your parents and grandparents surround you concerned. When you had come to they asked you what had happened. Usually, the child would show some sign of having their quirk but you just had the runes placed on you before you passed out. Confused you explained you had seen the bright light before this shadowy woman had appeared. They were shocked beyond belief and when they asked you to describe the woman you weren’t able to give many details except the tiara on their head.

The day of your testing was the same day you viewed the Darkhold. You had never seen it in your life only hearing stories, the history of your ancestors of the Scarlet Witch, and the reason your family guards the book. It was locked up behind glass covered in runes but even through it, you could feel its dark energy. You watched as your mother and grandfather placed runes around themselves before the glass was open and you were instantly hit with a wave of strong power and almost an urge to claim it but your father held you to him. Your grandfather stepped forward as a red glow surrounds the book and it opens the pages flipping on their own before it stops.

“The Scarlet Witch is not born but forged with powers beyond the human mind. The ability to control and change reality as they see it. The Scarlet Witch is said to either bring the world into peace or destroy it to rule the Cosmos. She has had the longest control of the Darkhold with its dark power growing on her even creating spells of her own in the Darkhold,” Your grandfather had said a project of the pages appear in a reddish glow in the air revealing a drawing of a woman covered in runes and writing but you see that same tiara on her head. He quickly shuts the book returning it to its case and placing runes on them.

“If what you saw was true dear child…she has chosen you and has returned..” He says as they all look at the child whose world was about to change,

“The Scarlet Witch’s power is yours. You are going to be the strongest witch in our entire bloodline since its creation of it.”

Your life had turned on its head with this news and quickly it had become training of your quirk with your mother and study of spells and history with your grandfather. The news had traveled quickly through your family and they made it seem like you were some chosen one. While normal people in your family had gained just the simple witchcraft some stronger than others you had what was defined as Chaos Magic. Infinite magic that you could control on a whim with spells or even without. It was this power that made it dangerous in the wrong hands. The one downside of this quirk was the influence of your past or past life. With you gaining the Scarlet Witch’s power, her memories came to you. You would have dreams believing them to be wildly vivid and crazy but it was merely the memories of her life that you would see. You would always see them from her point of view and you would never see her.

Because of this influence of her past, you were forbidden to be around the Darkhold, while she had rejected the book swearing to never use it again the darkness still deep in her craved it. You could feel its power calling out to you, when you would pass by the room it was like voices were calling out to you. It was easy to avoid it physically though sometimes it was harder to on some days as you grew older the urge was growing stronger and your dreams had shifted from memories of her life with her family to when she had the Darkhold. There had been a time when you were dreaming about it using its power seeing through Wanda’s eyes of her using it, her fingers stained black like ash before you were violently woken from your dream. Your power had subconsciously sought out the book and when you had woken up to your parents holding you back and your grandparents standing in front of the case. You had slowly been taking the runes off the glass to unlock it while you dreamed. Your family was lucky to find you in time they weren’t sure what would’ve happened if you had it in your grasp. The book was moved somewhere that you never had access to but you could still feel it calling out to you.

Time passed and while magic could only do much death still won over. Your grandparents had to pay their due and soon it was only you and your parents, your mother now guarding the book. This had been around the time you had started school at U.A. and it had been hectic entering a new school full of people with crazy powers and that’s when you met the famously explosive blonde. He seemed to have some vendetta against you. What just because you got in through recommendation and beat him once in a fight? You tried your best to steer clear of him but it seemed like fate just kept putting you together. You both went to the same agency, not that either of you knew when you signed up, you had gotta group in with Bakugo and Midoriya during Finals Exam. Even during summer camp, you both had been kidnapped by villains they saw something in both of your quirks. Though they didn’t know the full extent of your history. Fate had seemed to put you two together and it seemed almost inevitable for you to not develop some sort of feelings. You weren’t even sure how it had happened it was just one day you noticed everything the both of you went through and it just hit you.

You would say you did a pretty good job hiding it, hidden behind snarky responses to the blonde, purposely picking fights with him so he could explode in rage, to just flat-up ignoring him. You were certain he couldn’t feel any emotion other than rage but then that day happened. You were called in with your agency which was Endeavor’s which Bakugo was not happy as usual for a mission. It was just supposed to be a simple evacuation of the civilians in the city for the Pros to do their work. You had never expected to watch people die so quickly in front of you and people you knew getting brutally injured. You felt helpless even with your power you couldn’t save everyone as a simple evacuation had turned into a battle of life or death. Seeing your teacher having to cut his own leg off, your mentor getting skewered and having the horrible truth of his son be reveal to him, your classmate Midoriya fighting ruthlessly breaking himself to keep you all safe, but it was Bakugo in that fraction of a second you had looked away to help stop the bleeding for your teacher placing runes around his wound using your magic to keep his heart rate up if it would slow down, you could hear the sound of flesh being ripped apart the smell of blood in the air as you watch as he pushes Midoriya out of the way taking the hit. The rivets from Shigaraki’s hand entering his body quickly ripping out of him and he beings to fall.

You were useless trying to keep Mr. Aizawa stable as he bled out while fighting with every being to run back out there and check on Bakugo to rip Shigaraki into pieces and anger and hate had grown in your heart for him. Both Manual and Rock Lock had to pull you off the battlefield to get Mr. Aizawa to safety your magic only doing so much and he needed a hospital. The second your teacher was in stable hands you had sprinted back to battle only to be met with the aftermath, a large creature was tied up by Best Jeanist who was bleeding heavily from his eyes and mouth and you placed a small spell that would dull the pain. You were shocked to see him finding the news that he was missing and that had been the reason you had interned with Endeavor the same with Bakugo. Todoroki and Iida were injured but not life-threatening, Nejire-chan had burns covering her and was unconscious as you tried placing some runes feeling her temperature was very high to lower it. Endeavor was unconscious as well with stab wounds where his lungs were blood practically coated him and you tried giving your stronger healing spells you knew. Finding Midoriya and Bakugo was definitely the worse, Midoriya’s arms were completely shattered his body worked beyond belief you weren’t sure how he was even alive. You were able to give a spell that dulled his pain and you could feel yourself growing weak using all these spells and overworking your quirk. You stumble over falling beside Bakugo he was conscious but slowly slipping. He had thought he was dying with this angel above him when it was just you. Your hands were shaky covered in the blood of multiple people, your body was covered in scrapes and some blood. Pushing through the pain and fatigue that was drawing at you, you perform your strongest healing spells trying to stop the bleeding but trying to focus on the hundred of other spells and runes you had to focus you could feel the spell slipping every few seconds. You were weak and you could do anything to save them. Why weren’t you fast, you could have pulled Bakugo away from the attack as well. If you had stronger magic if your quirk was stronger you could have helped stop Shigaraki. Mr. Aizawa would have lost his leg if you knew stronger magic to heal it.

The last thing you remember was the paramedics arriving quickly and transporting the heroes. A group coming over to you hunched over the bloody blonde the runes covering him fading in and out before you fell unconscious.

You stood in a dark room, with tall columns of stone and large firepits surrounding a table engraving covering the table and walls. Looking around seeing the open view of what looks like winter snow and the cold blow through but the heat of the large lamps keeps you warm.

“Wanda you must stop this!” A voice calls out and you turn seeing a man who looked almost rotting corpse says being burned as he speaks.

“All of this will be over when I see my boys.” A woman’s voice calls out and you turn seeing a woman standing in front of the table where another girl is pinned there runes glowing red as power drains from her getting absorbed into the other woman. Was this her…you’ve never had this dream before and you’ve never seen her always witnessed through her eyes. She has light auburn hair and cold green eyes, she’s wearing red robes and regalia and a red chest plate with long sleeves where her heart should be there is a blackness coming out. Was this the darkness taking over? The red and black ankle-length skirt ruffles in the breeze the open front showing the black pants and black boots she has on. Resting delicately on her head shimmering a slight red the same tiara in your first vision. Magic pours out of the girl moving into Wanda as she glares at the rotting corpse. But this didn’t make sense she was supposed to be fighting her family before she gives up the Darkhold.

“Wanda they were never real you must stop this madness!” Another man says and you are even more confused. This isn’t real, how could they not be real, if she never had children how could your whole family be alive?

“My children are real! And once I take America’s power I will travel to a different universe and be happy with them.” She shouts her eyes flashing red and you watch in horror as she quickly defeats the corpse and the other man killing him before continuing her spell, the Darkhold appears beside her as the young girl screams out her power being sucked out of her. You try to scream and try affecting this memory but you’re frozen in place. You feel fear run through you seeing Wanda look right at you, this didn’t make sense this was a memory.

“You’re not strong enough to save them Y/n…” She says as she completely absorbs the young girl’s power, she could have been older than you probably 14-15 years old. The girl slumps over and you knew she was dead. Wanda sighs feeling this strong quirk settle in her and she moves over to you the Darkhold floating beside her and you could feel its power radiating and your hand twitches to grab it, “You want to save your friends do you not?” She tilts her head and you look away from the dead girl to the woman in front of you, was this the woman you were meant to become? You slowly nod and she grins.

“Then get the Darkhold. It will give you everything you need.” She explains, “You want to keep Bakugo safe right?”

“Yes! I want to make sure everyone is safe…but it’s our duty to protect everyone even ourselves from the Darkhold.” You look down and she frowns grabbing your chin with her black-stained fingers making you look at her.

“They’re keeping you away from it because they are selfish. You’re just trying to keep them all safe, your parents, your friends, the heroes. If they are stopping you from protecting them all…aren’t they the villains in this story?” She points out and you can’t help but agree with her. Wanda used the Darkhold to protect her family to protect your family and you had to do the same for yours. She pulls away and with a wave of her hands a portal opens revealing a new world, was this your universe?

“Go Y/n, you mustn’t let the book fall into the wrong hands, you are the only person I trust to protect the book.” She says over her shoulder walking through the portal.

“Wanda!” You call out and she stops looking back, “Why now am I only seeing you after everything?” She smiles looking at you.

“It took me years to find the Darkhold and even longer to travel the multiverse. I’ve known every single step you will take the second you were born, I needed to see if you were ready to learn the truth.” She says turning away and looking back once more, “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time Y/n…you are my chance of starting again…to complete what I’ve always dreamed of.”

“What dream? What do I have to do?!” You call out as she steps further into the portal and voices start to fill your head.

“Get the Darkhold and I will return again.”

You had woken disoriented and in a hospital no recollection of how you got there and what had happened. All the memories of the war had hit you flashes of your classmates and mentors bleeding out in front of you. The feeling of guilt for not being strong enough and feeling useless with your power. This was the first time heroes had lost and none of you what to do next. You were quickly discharged your injuries were not as severe mainly just over-exhaustion from your quirk. You were released into custody but were confused when you only saw your father why had it looked like he was crying and why did he have a bandage on his head and scratches on his body?

You felt like sinking into the ground and letting it crush you when the words left your father’s mouth. Your mother was dead. Apparently, the creature you had found when you returned to the battle was originally in Gunga Mountain Villa and to get all the way to Jaku it had viciously torn through towns and cities. Your hometown had ended up being in its path and with all the heroes fighting none of the civilians had been prepared. The creature tore right through your home and your mother had quickly without hesitation grabbed the Darkhold and placed an indestructible spell around your father before the rumble took over. Your father was found by rescue holding your mother who clutched the Darkhold in her hands, her fingers ashen just like all its past users had been. The corruption was visible but her death had been quick. You felt numb and also filled with emotions. You didn’t care that you were loudly crying in your father’s arms in the middle of the hall. You hadn’t even seen Bakugo getting pulled away by his classmates from seeing Midoriya but they had paused seeing you in distress. The blonde had tried moving towards you but they had to pull him back to his room so he didn’t go over to you.

This war having so many casualties and a massive prison break caused Japan to go to ruin. Your only family left had uprooted their home to join the shelter that was U.A. The two of you had a small funeral spreading the ashes by the cherry tree where your father proposed to your mother before you had to return to U.A. Your home was completely decimated just pillars of marble and old runes carved in an outline of your home but now just rubble. Your class had suffered as well, Midoriya had disappeared revealing that he had this important power and that Shigaraki and All For One were after him so he had to leave to protect you all.

Bakugo was certain following Jaku something in you had changed, news had traveled fast through the class that your mother had died during Gigantomachia's rampage through the cities. Obviously, they had given you time to grieve being a shoulder to cry on anything you needed they were there. Even Bakugo had lightened up, there had been a moment when he had actually come up to you to thank you. You pushed yourself to keep everyone alive and if you hadn’t been there none of them know what would’ve happened. But then the grieving turned into a different emotion, while you all trained to stay in shape you seemed filled with anger. You deserved to be angry after what happened but it was something beyond anger, like a rage that wouldn’t just take down villains but also everyone around them. You were willing to harm anything and anyone to get what you want kind of rage. The rage that blinds you and makes you do stupid shit. If he hadn’t been watching you attentively following Jaku he wouldn’t have noticed you going out late to the open field by the dorm for hours before looking tired but you would repeat this multiple times even if it looked like you didn’t want to. Even during training your punches were stronger, and sharper, and by using your quirk you were taking and giving blows like nothing. There had been a time you had punched Kirishima while he was hardened and shattered one of your fingers and needed a brace but the next day it was completely healed even without Recovery Girl. You waved it off saying you learned a new spell but even your healing spells weren’t that strong to heal bone. It was until he noticed this book you seemed to carry with you everywhere, it looked like an old book he wasn’t sure how it was staying together. There had been a time you walked past him the book held firmly in your grasp as if someone would come by and snatch it from you. He almost fell back from the feeling he got hit with. It was the same feeling when he met All For One in Kamino or saw Shigaraki during Jaku, that sense of evil and the fear that has your life flash before your eyes. He watched you walk towards a far corner of the gym his nerves on edge. What the hell was this book?

It seemed that others were noticing the changes in you that he had picked up weeks ago. The first noticeable thing was your hands, you had come down for breakfast and Kirishima pointed out your hands and when he looked over your fingers were stained black almost like they were rotten or frostbitten beyond belief. Everyone was concerned rightfully but you brushed it off saying it was a spell that had an effect but these ‘effects’ had just started and were only growing more bold as you seemed to be hesitant to speak to anyone. During training you had been taking a sip of your water a looked away for a second and Kaminari had come over with the rest of the group snatching up your book.

“Didn’t expect you to be a bookworm L/n? Or is this some sort of diary?” He smirks opening the book to see whatever dirty secrets are in there. In was instant a blast of magic hit Kaminari in the chest sending him flying across the gym and shocking everyone in the room. The book fell from his grasp opening on the floor and everyone near it could feel this dread fill them. The book slammed shut with a loud crack whipping into your grasp as you look frantic at them all ready to either fight or runoff. Your hand was still raised your stained fingers covered in magic still holding Kaminari down and he could feel the air leaving his chest from the pressure.

“L/N! Y/N!” Your classmates yelled out snapping you out of your head you quickly drop your hand and the electric boy sits up gasping for air a few of your classmates surrounding him. Your eyes dart around and you pause meeting the red eyes of the blonde watching this all. Bakugo stared at the fear and anger in your eyes, you looked ready to fight whoever try to grab the book grasped in your hand. The red glow from your eyes fades away and you swipe your hand in the air and trail of red smoke appears covering you and once it clears you're gone leaving your classmates all confused and almost fearful. Something had changed you and Bakugo had a feeling it had to do with the book you were so attached to.

After that incident, your classmates had been hesitant around you but Kaminari said it was his own fault, that he shouldn’t have touched your stuff. Your broken class incomplete knew you need Midoriya back and a plan was created to find him. You had gotten permission from Nezu and got a tracker device from Endeavor that showed where Midoriya was your class had come together to get him to return. It was a long and emotional battle getting the One For All user to return with each of you all pouring your fond memories with the boy. It wasn’t until Bakugo’s final words broke the shell around him to return back with your class.

Fighting the school to allow the boy back into the school had been a hassle but Midoriya had returned to U.A. Your class was once whole again and it was only a matter of time for you all to return to fight against Shigaraki and All For One. It was late one night when most of the class was asleep some awake in the common area surprisingly Bakugo was one of those awake despite this strict bed schedule. The blonde was sitting on the floor against one of the couches he had one of his gauntlets in front of him working on it while others were doing other things, he wanted peace and quiet but damn Dek-Izuku and Icy-hot were there as well with the rest of the extras that clung onto him. They were talking or doing their own thing when someone new entered the common area coming from the kitchen, a girl with power beyond comprehension. The room went silent for a bit seeing her enter some of the Bakusquad still felt hesitant since the incident with Kaminari. Midoriya was informed of everything that has happened to you when he noticed your quirk was much stronger and the physical changes in your appearance.

“Hey, L/n couldn’t get sleep?” Midoriya speaks up first and you glance at him almost as if you were looking through him. They all couldn’t help but feel awkward as you were silent taking too longer to come up with a response to a simple question. Bakugo wasn’t trying to be as obvious watching you, you were dressed casually in your sleep clothes and you didn’t look as tired as he has seen you some nights. He would have let this odd behavior aside if he hadn’t noticed a small detail different from you. You held a glass of water between your hands but your fingers were normal, not stained black but s/c skin. It was also the fact you also weren’t holding your book, he’s never seen you without it even though any normal person would just lock their room you were adamant about keeping it on your person. With this information, he knew something was off about you, and you had finally responded.

“Yeah…though a drink would help.” You say and it almost felt forced like your words were scripted. The green-haired boy nodded not sure what to say next but you had already gotten left leaving them all confused about that whole interaction.

“That…was weird..” Sero says they were still looking at where you stood, Bakugo especially looking hard at where you stood but a glimpse of something caught his eye. Where you stood was in front of the large glass windows facing the outside training area and the forest. It was a small second but he caught a flash of red light from the forest and it had the blonde standing up.

“Hey, Bakubro where you off to?” Kirishima says and when the blonde grabs his gauntlet pulling on the glove before the large weapon confusing everyone, “Woah Bakugo what are you doing?”

“Kacchan what’s wrong?” Midoriya calls out to him getting up as well, as the boy heads toward the door leading outside. Following him, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Sero, Mina, and Kaminari.

The cool air chills their skin as they watch Bakugo stand ahead of them looking out into the dark forest in silence before they all see it a flash of red coming from the forest. They all follow the boy as he treks into the forest still confused about what he was going after until they heard a voice and it was not one they were familiar with. The seven of them reached a clearing standing right on the edge when what they saw shocked them all. There you stood even though they saw you inside just a few minutes ago surrounded by a circle of lit candles the ground dead beneath her. You bring your palms up towards you the red glow of your magic appearing from your hands as you draw one hand out and appearing from thin air the book you were so attached to. They all watch in wonder as it flips open a dark energy pouring out of it sending shivers down each of their spines. Your rotting fingers make gestures and runes appear around you and the candles flicker before growing brighter. Appearing on the crown of your head is a tiara glowing with magic, suddenly a pool of smoke emerges from the ground billowing up. This kind of magic you possessed what something they’d never seen before and they couldn’t help but fear. Shouldn’t U.A. be alerted that someone or something was entering the barrier they watched as the smoke starts to shape out a person and once it disappears they see a woman dressed in some sort of outfit and they all recognized the same tiara that had appeared on you was physically on the woman. Was this a hero or a villain none of them had heard of? Bakugo’s eyes widen seeing the woman’s hand reach out and the same magic he’s seen you use appears from her hands and her fingers were tainted black like her.

“You getting better with it. Slow but learning” The woman calls out and her hand reaches out the book coming to rest in her grasp they were surprised to see you not panic knowing it was in someone else's grasp. The similarities between the two of you were eerie it seemed both of you possessed the same quirk and you both knew what this book was.

“You had decades to learn all its secrets, I have days. None of us know when Shigaraki is going to attack and I need to be strong enough.” You say looking at the woman for guidance.

“Still in weeks you’ve perfected most spells that have taken me years to perfect, you’re astral projection while contacting the dead  it’s not an easy feat to learn in just a few weeks.” The woman says and you look down at your feet still feeling disappointed.

“You said you would return once I got the Darkhold and I’ve been studying everything I could. I’ve grown stronger but how will I know if I’m strong enough to keep everyone safe.” You say stepping towards the woman who glances away from the Darkhold. She could easily see the corruption the book had caused on you feeding off that fear you couldn’t protect everyone, you had already failed with the death of your mother.

“It is in your grasp the most powerful object in the multiverse, men have killed for this and they will continue to for the rest of eternity. You my dear child hold my blood, my power, and my dreams. Fight to save those you care and love for.” The woman says and with a wave of her hands, the books open up and appear in globes of red each of them connecting to one another like a web. The hidden students see versions of themselves each living different lives or at different points in time, “And if you fail in this world? Start anew until you find the world that is for you. The multiverse is in our grasp to control as we see fit, in your hands you hold the cosmos. My Y/n….my Scarlet Witch.”

The mysterious woman’s words strike hard in them, if they failed you would what? Just leave and start anew with a different universe of them and what leaves them in the messed up universe of theirs. And this book this Darkhold Bakugo knew it was dangerous but he had no idea it was the kind that would have people kill each other for it.

“Now your little friends should come out of hiding…it’s rude to snoop around.” The woman says and before anyone could react a red mist covers all of them and they are pulled into the clearing bound in front of the two women.

“Hey! Let us go!” Mina says struggling in her binding of magic, the others shout similar responses even trying to use their quirks to break free but it was useless even the One For All user was unable to break free.

“Just children…these are the ones you’re so keen on protecting?” The woman says looking almost disappointed looking at the U.A. students.

“Let us go you witch or I’ll fucking blow you to bits!” The blonde spits at her trying to use his gauntlet but with a wave of her hand, it disappears. The woman smirks raising her hand and he’s forced to stand as she steps towards him. Her stained fingers grasp his chin looking deep into his eyes her eyes flashing red and he can feel a probing sensation in his head.

“Ahh….so this is Bakugo? Y/n I thought you would find someone who would be on your level and not so….” She tilts her head looking down at the angry blonde, “weak.”

“Stop it, Wanda.” Your voice calls out and the older woman looks over at the girl.

“You’re a being of infinite power, I chose you to continue my legacy. You deserve only the best if not in this universe then maybe we must continue to a new one.” Wanda says and your classmates look at the woman and you are shocked. Wanda drops Bakugo to the ground still bound as he glares at the woman but then looks over at you who is silently looking away. You weren’t really considering abandoning them all for what a better reality? Wanda twists her hands and appears from the Darkhold a view of a universe.

“You can go to one where this war never happened, your teachers and mentors never would have been hurt or killed, All For One and Shigaraki wouldn’t exist if you will it, your mother would still be alive,” They can see your eyes widen hearing the mention of your mother and your classmates pleads fell on deaf ears. Had this corruption and influence of this past life won you over?

“The multiverse is in your grasp you just need to want it.” She says and you stare at the new world, a new life in wonder. A second chance.

“Y/n,” Bakugo’s voice makes you look away from the Darkhold, “You’re a coward if you abandon this world. If you’re going to leave us in this hell to keep changing your life until you’re happy…then you’re no better than those villains.” You freeze looking at the blonde.

“Please L/n…if this book is as dangerous as she says it is no one should have that kind of power. This isn’t like you!” Midoriya tries to reason with you.

“We’re the only ones who deserve this power… she needs it to protect my future!” Wanda says and you pause listening to her words.

“Your future…” You whisper looking at her and she quickly picks up on her mistake, “You swore to never use the Darkhold again…you did this for your children..but none of it was true.” You shake your head taking a step away from the woman, “You killed innocent people for your gain through many universes just to get what you wanted and made it seem like you were good all along. You only cared about yourself from the beginning the second this book was in your grasp.”

“You’re being ridiculous Y/n..I’m doing this all for you…I’m giving you a chance to start again,” She says trying to convince you but you step further away your foot touching the edge of the circle of candles and they flicker almost going out Wanda winces, and Bakugo notices that, had this spell only work with you still inside the circle?

“No, you’re only doing it for yourself! So you get a second chance to live again,” You shout your eyes flashing red and Wanda’s glow in return challenging you, “No I reject you...I reject this! I wanted to keep my family safe but not leave the world to burn for my benefit.” Swiping your hand out the Darkhold rips from her grasp into yours.

“No one deserves this power…not even us.” “Y/N DON’T!” You say and Wanda shouts out rushing to stop you but your swipe your hands out and the ritual around you get destroyed the circle of candles breaks going out and the Scarlet Witch stumbles her body beginning to break down.

“You need me! You need it and you’ll come crawling back to it..you can’t resist its pull. It’s in your blood.” She spits out and you say nothing as she fades to smoke. The binding around your classmates breaks and they stand up now free looking at you still holding the Darkhold.

“L/n…?” Midoriya calls out and you look up at the seven of them.

“I’m sorry…” You say looking away ashamed and you hear footsteps draw near and a hand rest on your shoulder looking up and seeing Kirishima in front of you.

“It wasn’t your fault…” He says and you look at your classmates who nod in agreement. You make eye contact with Bakugo unsure of what he was feeling but the idea of leaving this world…leaving him you didn’t know what to do. Looking down at the Darkhold still in your grasp you knew what you had to do. Holding your hand out your magic surrounds your hand as runes appear on the book using its power for the last time. The Darkhold floats in front of you and you cross your hands in two different directions and the book vanishes and you can feel your powers and your body weaken having it gone.

“Where did it go?” Kaminari says and Kirishima holds your elbow seeing you grow faint for a second.

“Somewhere far outside our galaxy and that could only be returned with a spell from the Darkhold..” You say the corruption and obsessed feeling the book had on you fading but had taken a toll on you, “I’m sorry for everything…I wanted to keep everyone safe but did the opposite.”

“Like you said it’s a power no one should have, you were only thinking of the best.” Mina says the rest of them joining you, “Come on we should head back it’s already late enough.” You nod exhausted not having the power to keep you steady and strong. The Bakusquad leads you back to the forest Todoroki and Midoriya follow leaving Bakugo staring at the destroyed ritual and where the Darkhold once was.

“Kacchan?” Midoriya calls out to the blonde seeing him stray behind rejoining him.

“That book, the Darkhold…if it came from a different universe..does that mean one exists here?” Bakugo thinks out loud his voice soft. He saw firsthand what power like that could do to someone. Luckily you overcame it but what if it fell into someone else’s hands, what if Shigaraki had that power…or All For One. They wouldn’t try to fight it and would probably destroy this world and thousands of others.

“That kind of power doesn’t seem like it could be recreated…but I don’t know. Maybe it’s already protected or has been destroyed already. We can only think of the best.” Midoriya says trying to think hopefully but he had thought the same thing. The two boys left with the same thought in their heads, they could only hope that book was long destroyed or hidden somewhere so no one would ever find it.

With your rejection and removal of the Darkhold, the war you would all have to face drew closer. You had found out about another casualty, the Number One Hero of America had sacrificed herself trying to help stop Shigaraki. Her sacrifice gave us all more time to prepare as she had damaged Shigaraki enough so he wasn’t perfected yet and time for the Pros to come up with a plan. It came so unexpectedly but hit hard for you all to find out one of your classmates was a traitor. The thought you all were working to become heroes had cracked with this news, Aoyama had been the reason your class got attacked, why Bakugo and yourself got kidnapped, everything was because of him. He and his parents were arrested but your class still needed to continue on going out of the barrier to do search missions. When you had returned All Might and the detective had met with you all and the final plan was prepared. While your classmates discussed with each other about this plan you were pulled aside by All Might and the detective.

“We must ask you something Young L/n and you must be honest for the sake of this war.” All Might says and you nod a bit nervous and concerned about what he could have to ask.

“With your quirk being so unique and your family well known for your family sharing variations to your quirk, we spoke to your father about anything about your family that could be a part of your quirk to help us.” The detective says and you nod slowly, “Your quirk is a very strong one that could even rival against a lot of Pros quirks so we must ask you…” He reveals their plan that involves you.

“You want me to fight All For One…?” You say shocked, you had thought you would be involved with your classmates to fight regular villains but not the deadliest villain.

“You would be fighting alongside Hawks and Endeavor but yes we believe your quirk would be an opponent against his multitude of quirks, and your father had informed us of an object that would give us all an upper hand.” The detective says, “Your father said it was a book called The Darkhold..”

You instantly step back and they can feel the panic come off you, “That is something of power that should not be in any man’s hand. Only death follows with the user and what if it falls into All For One’s hands? That sort of power is not what we need falling into his hands.” Just the thought of it sent chills down your spine, it had been a few weeks since you rejected the Darkhold and while its darkness had left small parts of it still remained in each user, the corruption of your mind from the book had permanently stained your fingers with your sins, you had only had them look normal due to an illusion runes you had to upkeep. Your mind was also plagued with nightmares of the Darkhold falling into the wrong hands or if you had let the darkness take over.

“Besides the Darkhold could never be retrieved it’s better no one ever thinks of trying to find it.” You say and you could see the disappointment in both of them, a way they could have had leverage had disappeared, “I’m sorry but even if I had it, I swore to never let the Darkhold influence others.”

The conversation was quickly dropped and the plan of you to still fight All For One stood. It was the night before you would leave U.A. for the war to begin again. You sat in the common room on one of the couches the lights out the moonlight being your only source and the magic floating around your fingers having dropped the illusion on your appearance. Your mind still ran with thoughts on what you would do if you still had the Darkhold but you shook them away. The remnants of the corruption still deep inside you, you couldn’t deny Wanda’s words. The urge to have the book and all that power was in your blood.

“What are you doing up?” A voice called out and you jump dropping your hands and hiding them as a person emerges from the shadows, quickly taking in the spikey blonde hair and those crimson eyes.

“Bakugo…” You whisper out as he stands a few feet away, “Couldn’t fall asleep just nerves keeping me awake.” You say pushing your hair back instinctively and your eyes widen seeing his gaze focus on your hands. You quickly tuck your hands under your armpits hiding them and looking away embarrassed. It’s silent and you’re hoping he left but you felt the couch shift with a new weight.

“It’s stupid to hide your hands, no one cares about it.” He says side-eyeing you and you softly nod bringing your hands out and resting them on your knees. Silence fills the room and you glance at him as he stares forward so you see his profile. Your eyes trace over his sharp feature but at the same time some of his features were soft, his normally angry eyes were relaxed and the scowl that seemed permanently etched onto his face was a soft line. Your gaze trails from his mouth back to his eyes and you quickly look away seeing him watching you. Heat flushes your face having been caught but he doesn’t say anything about it.

“So…why are you up?” You say and he leans his head back glancing at you before looking up at the ceiling.

“Couldn’t sleep..too many things on my mind.” He says and you nod picking at your nails to distract yourself before you speak up.

“Wanna talk about them..?” You spit out and he looks over at you and you regret speaking, “If you want to! You don’t have you probably don’t want to talk to someone you barely even know.” You wave your hands in front of you.

“The Darkhold or whatever..” He says and you pause looking at him though he is still looking away, “It came from a different universe or whatever world that witch bastard came from.” You smile slightly hearing him have no fear insult your ancestor who was one of the most powerful beings.

“Yeah, I guess…my parents told me she only search for it to protect her family,” You chuckle slightly, “Guess we were all wrong and she only used it for whatever power-hungry dream she had.”

“Well, she must have settled down or something, or else you wouldn’t exist.” Bakugo brings up and you nod, memories of her in that temple castle thing. The people trying to stop her before she killed them off and took that girl’s power.

“I guess so…why do you ask?” You ask.

“If it existed in her universe…does it exist here? She said you could live in a universe that you were happy in if that included us or not…does that mean in each universe there is that kind of power.” He says and you can’t help but feel nervous. You had gotten rid of it for this reason exactly. That sort of power was never meant for men and already hearing it from All Might you couldn’t help but be nervous…did Bakugo want this power…did he want you to find it?

“I don’t know…maybe besides that sort of power shouldn’t be in the hands of anyone. It better lost somewhere than ever found.” You say looking away. He nods looking forward before he glances back at you.

“Good…like you said no one should have that sort of power…even for good.” You look at him the two of you staring at each other the moonlight highlighting the both of you. Shut up you stupid heart, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. You did well hiding your feelings before you can do it now. But why was he looking at you like that, why wasn’t he yelling at you or challenging you to fight him?

“If you had that kind of power..” You start, “Would you give yourself a second chance?” It’s quiet and you almost want to take back what you said as he presses his lips together.

“No,” He says and you look at him surprised, “If we were meant to be given second chances we would have been but if not then I’ll live my life. Sure I have regrets we all do but that’s what life is.” You were surprised, the hot-headed egotistical boy was no longer there but a mature still slightly explosive man was there instead. This war had changed everyone for the good or worse but you hadn’t expected this from him.

“Besides if I need to cheat my way for my dream of becoming the Number One Hero then it’s not a real win.” He smirks and you laugh out loud at his comment, still the same boy. He watches you laugh and he couldn’t describe the tightness in his chest all of a sudden. He better not be getting sick before this fight. Calming yourself down you look back at him,

“Bakugo…” He hums in response listening in, “I’m glad to have met you in this universe.” You say and he’s quiet for a second before looking over at you the fast beating of your chest and the tightness in his own taking over the both of you.

“Yeah…you’re not too bad yourself.”

The sounds of yelling and fighting flood your ears. Your conversation with Bakugo had been more than 24 hours ago and since then you two were busy packing, saying goodbye to his parents and your father before you were sent to a secure location with your class before the fight that was to begin. The most the two of you got were short words between each other or one-sided glances. You two weren’t going to be on the same mission, you joining Endeavor and Hawks at Gunga Mountain Villa fighting All For One while Bakugo was to be with Midoriya fighting Shigaraki. During the initial attack of the heroes and villains, the two of you had the briefest glance and you both went to your respective portals. The fight was quickly fast and you felt like you couldn’t keep up but as the fight continued on word had reached that Todoroki took down Dabi.

You dodge a barrage of razors from All For One some knicking your skin but you bring your hands up a barrier of magic blocking your vital organs twisting in the air and throwing a blast of magic that hits All For One in the chest sending him flying back for a second. He steadies himself sensing you through his mask. Your magic keeps you levitating as you prepare another spell.

“Now I definitely felt that kind of magic before. It’s different from quirks more natural like your family isn’t that right Y/n?” He calls out and you shiver hearing his name on his tongue. When the two of you met during Kamino you truly thought you were going to die then. It wasn’t until your classmates rescued the two of you but that feeling never shook off you. “Your family is special, especially the woman who started your bloodline, the Scarlet Witch was it..you gave yourself that hero name after all.”

Dread covers your face hearing her name…how did he know about her?! “Scarlet focus don’t let him get to you!” Hawks calls out seeing the fear cross your face, he didn’t know much about you but with your quirk and how you were handling yourself against All For One and your family name, you definitely were a fair opponent. All For One seeing the crack form puts all his attacks into breaking you down still defending himself against Endeavor and Hawks but this U.A. had revealed a fatal opening. You’re quickly put on the defense shielding yourself from attacks or teleporting away from them to give yourself distance though it’s quickly closed.

“I never knew there was a way to travel through the universe but she had done it and that made her dangerous! Chaos Magic is what you called it?! Spontaneous creation…though I see none coming from you. It’s like no other quirk I’ve seen. She had something I wanted…that you’re family kept protected and hidden but you now have it.” All For One says sending a shockwave that sends you flying back having to regain focus to keep flying.

“So where is it!? Using your magic to hide it? Hand over the Darkhold!” He yells out and you send out a blast of magic that gets him caught in the crosshairs of both Endeavor and Hawks who send a wall of flames and Hawks goes to chip away at the mask. An rivets explode from him and you sent out runes quickly to shield the two pros but weren’t fast enough feeling it pierce your skin. The rivets dig into your arms and leg keeping you up in the air you felt one of the rivets cut into your side hissing in pain.

“If you won’t reveal yourself I’ll just make you,” You feel fire enter your body as your quirk activates without your control or will. You scream in pain feeling him push your magic to strive for the Darkhold and for a brief moment you sense it the dark energy. A tiara of chaos magic starts appearing on your head that the villain grins seeing this and the two heroes look surprised. It was in this universe…it was somewhere out there and your quirk was going to find it. Arms wrap around your waist ripping the rivets out of your body and holding you as your body shakes from that large rush of magic. All For One sends another attack at you but Hawks dodges still holding you in his arms. Using your magic to levitate yourself feeling your blood stain your costume, Endeavor arrives next to you the three of you watching the villain for his next move.

“He knows of the Darkhold and if he forces me to retrieve it this war will quickly be in his favor,” You huff out drawing runes in the air a quick spell to stop the bleeding on your wounds but not to heal as that would require more focus. While you had Chaos Magic and even with your studies with the Darkhold you had never tapped into using that magic. To warp reality was something you never tried in fear of causing harm to others, but in that moment you felt a shift. That small taste of true chaos magic and it frightened you.

“Get out of here L/n,” Endeavor says glancing at his intern and you look at him shocked, “If what you say is true and All For One can force you then you need to stay away from him.”

“But I’m needed here! What if you need a spell-” You say looking at the two older heroes.

“That’s an order!” Endeavor says, “Join the others at U.A. and assist Jeanist until Midoriya arrives!” You look at your mentor seeing the fire burning in his eyes and you look over at Hawks as he flips his swords to have them facing down.

“Go kid, we got this.” He sends a small smirk before all of you dodge a large shockwave from All For One. You quickly create a shield in front of all of you and he keeps pushing forward making you push back. Your eyes glow a bright red and you send a large blast of magic aiming at the chip in his mask seeing it crack as he’s thrown back. Hawks and Endeavor rush forward.

“GO NOW!” Endeavor yells out as All For One tries to go after you but is held back by the top two heroes. Drawing your hands out in front of you creating runes to search for Bakugo in Japan before sensing it. You catch the one last look of the villain sending an attack right at you but you twist your hands disappearing in a cloud of smoke the quirk going right through.

At the floating school, it shakes with the large attacks of Shigaraki’s mutation the heroes and students there fighting against this new upgrade.

“Keep on your toes! We have to keep moving!! Lest he swallow us up!! Continue to evade, and target his core!!” Best Jeanist yells out to them all quickly using his quirk to pull Bakugo out of the way from a mass of hands. Bakugo could feel his explosions grow stronger with each attack the sweat building in his palms and the one gauntlet he had left. He was trying to focus on this battle in front of him but he still was thinking of where the hell Deku was. He was right behind him before he entered the portal and then he was pulled off into a different one. Then there was you, he didn’t want to worry about you but when he learned you were to be fighting against All For One with Endeavor and Hawks he couldn’t help the nerves. He knew you were capable of protecting yourself and you had the top two pros with you but the tightness in his chest hadn’t faded.

“Look, I dunno if that’s Shigaraki or All For One droning on right now…” He yells exploding more hunks of flesh as the added support gear appears from his collar resting on his back, “But either way, I’m about to hurl from hearing it. Ever since Kamino! Nothing but yap, yap, yap!!” He glares at the villain ready to give it his all to go plus ultra.

“HOPE YOU’RE READY….TO BE SWISS CHEESE!!” The equipment and his own hands send out a barrage of explosions all around him doing quite a deal of damage, “GOTTA DESTROY HIS REAL BODY!! ALL OF US TOGETHER!!” While Monoma and Sensei have still their quirk quirks locked down with Erasure…while Kaminari’s team…is still keeping this arena powered up! While Yaoyorozu and them…are still replacing the ground to stand on!

“YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT SOME BIG DISPARITY? LACK OF UNDERSTANDING? DREAD? GUESS WHAT-IV’E LONG SINCE TAKEN ALL THAT CRAP TO HEART.” Bakugo yells out his body pushing past that barrier as explosion and explosion goes off against Shigaraki.

“Bakugo!” Best Jeanist yells out seeing how close he was to Shigaraki and how much damage he had done.

“AND I’VE SEEN…A REAL STEP TOWARD PROGRESS, WITH ALL THAT. IT MIGHT TAKE TIME, BUT SOME PEOPLE I KNOW ARE TRYING TO PUSH FORWARD. THANKS ANYWAY, BUT YOU CAN SHOVE YOUR SERMON…YA NUTSACK-FACED HANDYMAN!” Bakugo yells out. Since going to U.A. he had his dream, win first place at the Sports Festival, intern with the top heroes, graduate and become Number One and beat that damn Deku. But it had changed, he still wanted to become Number One but he could live to be a hero if he still had people beside him…having you by his side. When this was over he was going to tell you that you were going to work at his agency. He was fine taking the snarky comments or you kicking his ass with ease if it would allow him to see you smile when you think no one is watching. Or see how gracefully you treat your quirk that it was almost pretty. That was his dream now and he was going to fight to make it come true. Starting with his strongest attack to end this damn extra.

“HOWITZER IMPACT: CLUSTER!” “GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GOD…DYNAMIGHT!!”

A bright flash of light and the heat from the explosion shakes the floating school shocking everyone. But what they hadn’t expected was the arrival of someone and how quickly they had taken the attack that was meant for the blonde. All Bakugo saw was a flash of red before blood filled the air, it wasn’t until he saw their features, the h/c hair, your hero costume that was ripped in places blood staining it. You had just appeared taking a blow that was meant for him seeing your face get battered in the process.

“Now I hadn’t expected this…but you are someone I’ve been warned of..” Shigaraki says and you quickly try to raise your arm to protect the two of you when you feel the crushing sensation and a pain unlike anything fill you. Your scream fills the air alerting the many there of the new arrival, Bakugo watches in horror seeing your arm in Shigaraki’s grasp crush beyond belief and the right side of your face bleeding out. You glare at him blood and tears fill your eyes and he quickly blocks the attacks from Best Jeanist and Mirko. Bakugo is paralyzed staring at you. No, this wasn’t supposed to happen, you were supposed to be fighting All For One, safe with Endeavor and Hawks not here. Why were you here?

“Hey….which fool suggested close combat as the way to go? Cuz getting up close and personal with me…means you’re in for an intimate taste..” Shigaraki says flinging you off to the side and hitting the ground struggling to push yourself to your knees your crushed arm limp in front of you, “Of power on par with All Might’s.” The wind pressure from Shigaraki’s swipe sends them all flying back, Bakugo flew back hitting the ground and pushing himself up sweat pooling down his face the true look of fear on his face his hands are limp at his side he could see a few feet away you struggling to hold yourself up. The smoke clears as Shigaraki stares at you trying to put runes on your arm not being able to fully with only one hand. Most spells require two hands and he completely took away half of your arsenal it was so sudden when you arrived to be attacked. Bakugo sees the villain move his gaze from the girl to himself and the look on his face showed that Shigaraki knew what had become Bakugo’s weakness. The tightness in his chest felt like he couldn’t breathe at all, the weakness in his bones the inability to keep fighting just wanting to grab you and take you far away.

“Katsuki Bakugo…too weak to protect someone you care for,” Shigaraki calls out to the blonde as his gaze flicks to you struggling to create any spells and to this abomination in front of him, “The only thing about you…that catches my interest…is how..you’re closer to Izuku Midoriya and the Scarlet Witch than anyone else.” Shigaraki’s gaze moves to you as you look at him through a blood-filled vision.

“You can stop this! Where’s the power I was warned of!” His voice echoes across the whole battlefield and even Aizawa and the others outside the barrier can hear him, “WHERE IS THE DARKHOLD! WHERE’S THE SCARLET WITCH I’M MEANT TO FEAR!” He says as you try not to pass out from the pain just glaring at him and Shigaraki smirks seeing the chaos magic creating the motif of the Scarlet Witch, the same tiara Bakugo had recognized appearing glowing on your head.

“MANDALAY! ANY UPDATE ON MIDORIYA!?” Aizawa shouts out feeling the fear run deep in his chest,

“I can’t reach him!” Mandalay shouts back and Aizawa shouts, “But you could earlier?!”

“Barrier or not, the wonky electromagnetic waves are affecting things. I’ve been getting nothing but static for a while now.” She responds and Aizawa grits his teeth.

“Bakugo! L/n!” He yells out, “JEANIST!! MIRKO!! EDGESHOT!! DAMMIT, YOU GOTTA PROTECT THOSE TWO!! ONCE THEY GRADUATE FROM U.A….THEY’RE AIMING TO BE NUMBER ONE.”

You cry out as Shigaraki kicks you down, the man finding great pleasure seeing just a few feet away the student that was so ready to bring him down reduced to a scared child watching someone they care for be beaten down.

“Izuku Midoriya was supposed to be here, right?” Shigaraki calls out his foot pressing down on your head, “So he’s bound to show up soon, hmmm? On that note, having my quirk erased right now is a blessing in disguise.”

Your non-injured hand swipes out to send a blast of magic when he throws you up into the air your magic missing him as he clutches your throat. “SHUT UP-” You could feel the air leaving your body and the pressure making you gasp for air.

“Cuz your corpse will be left intact…Yes, he’ll have a lovely present waiting when he arrives. Remember his sheer fury when I poked Bakugo full of holes last time? Then I kill Bakugo after so he can watch knowing he failed. I’ll only ask once more.” Shigaraki says as his hand mutates growths crushing your body blood spraying in the air as you fail to breathe, “Where is the Darkhold.”

Nejire and Suneater try fighting against him but Shigaraki uses you as a shield blocking off their attacks as you stay limp in his hand. His body sends a large attack continuing to mutate with growths.

“My body continues to adapt! Scurry away like insects! Nothing can bring me down!” Shigaraki cackles before you feel hands wrap around your waist and you catch Lemillions gaze before your tossed away.

“Jeanist!” A coil of cables wraps you pulling you away from the fight and he brings you down your body collapsing as he rushes over to you. Your old mentor covered in his own sweat and blood looks fearful at his old intern.

“I’m going to suture your right arm, Scarlet.” He says and you’re still trying to catch your breath trying to stay awake the pain and adrenaline keeping you awake. From the corner of your eye, Bakugo falls to his knees beside you looking down at you. Blonde coated parts of his face and his sweat was pouring off his face as were tears from his eyes.

“Wha…what are you doing here.” His voice is hoarse as Jeanist begins suturing your arm and you close your eyes in pain your hand reaching out grasping Bakugo’s and he doesn’t hesitant holding yours back.

“All…All For One..he tried to get the Darkhold..” You gasp out squeezing his hand trying to distract yourself from the pain as Jeanist apologized beside you.

“You said it wasn’t possible that you wouldn’t be able to find one if it existed.” He says shaking his head and wincing himself not used to seeing you in so much pain.

“I thought so too…but I felt it..” You say looking at the sky the barrier keeping you all in this place before you look back at Bakugo and he almost recognizes that look, “Bakugo..”

“No.” He shakes his head, “You said you wouldn’t, you barely got out of it before, and what if Shigaraki gets it.” But the look on your face shows you had already made up your mind.

“Do what!?” Jeanist says confused about what his two interns were talking about, as a hero he had heard rumors of something called a Darkhold but that was history for years before he was even born.

“She wants to get the Darkhold to stop Shigaraki.” Bakugo spits out glaring down at you but you’re already trying to push yourself up despite Jeanist and Bakugo pushing you back down.

“It’s the only way! Midoriya isn’t here and without One For All it’s the only thing that is more powerful than him.” You say getting yourself up on your knees your damaged arm partly sutured resting limply at your side while your other hand starts to glow with your magic though it's changed not the bright red from before but darker with hints of black. You look over at Bakugo who looks conflicted, “Please you have to trust me.” You say and just look at you before the three of you hear a loud explosion and you look forward to seeing Shigaraki stalking towards you. Jeanist stands up coils of cables ready to fight and protect you two.

“Bakugo protect L/n…find it! I’ll try to give you as much time as I can!” Best Jeanist looks back at the two of you before glaring at Shigaraki, “Do you worst, you foul abomination!!”

Your hand shakes slightly as you draw runes as fast you can with one hand in front of you, it glows this new shade as the crown of the Scarlet Witch appear on your head as you reach out into the world searching for it. You can feel your body crying out to stop but you push past. Flashes of memories of your life fill your head, your testing, your father and mother’s warm embrace, your old home, your life at U.A, your training, the festivals, the internships, the battles you fought to make you stronger. You stop seeing a memory of Bakugo the night before you left U.A. the moonlight highlighting his features as the two of you spent your last night together.

“Bakugo…I’m glad to have met you in this universe.” You call out to him and he’s quiet before looking over at you.

“Yeah…you’re not too bad yourself.”

Then you sense it...that energy and you reach out for it. Appearing in front of you the dark energy as the two of you watch the book you were familiar with materialize before you. It floats in front of the two of you flipping open the runes of its magic appearing before the two of you. You pause almost hesitant to take it, the dark energy had your hand twitch to grab it the past memories…the corruption reminding you why you had rejected it. You look over at Bakugo not expecting him to be looking at you the two of you are silent before you just act. You reach over grabbing his collar your lips connecting with his, you feel him freeze and you go to pull away but his hand grabs the back of your head keeping you against him. Electricity rushes through your veins your heart bursting while the tightness in his heart fades. You both pull away taking in every detail of his face while he memorizes yours confused why a tear had spilled from your eye. He quickly wipes it away holding your face feeling grounded for once. Feeling like he could win any fight as long as you were by his side.

“Katsuki…I’m glad to know you in this universe…” You whisper trying not to break down, he nods tightening his grip on you. His heart fluttered hearing his name on your tongue he wanted you to repeat it forever.

“You…you are my dream y/n..” He says holding your face and a single tear slides down his face before he looks past you towards the Darkhold and where everyone was fighting Shigaraki. You glance at the book knowing what you had to do and reached your hand out and take it.

Suneater, Nejire, and Lemillion’s attack had been futile each of them gaining their own injuries.

“Think about it! Remember All Might in his prime? Would something so pathetic…have killed him?” Shigaraki shouts out, “C’mon! Use your heads!” A large explosion came from behind him a bright light blinding them all. Shigaraki looks over confused and appears from the light a girl her costume changed from a simple hero costume to someone of power, an outfit the blonde had seen before. Her arms were held out beside her as she stepped forward the skirt swaying behind her slow steps the crown now physically resting on her head. The blood and injuries still covered her but she was still using her magic with her injured arm. Hovering beside her was a book of unimaginable power that his master had been searching for. This was he was told to fear a being that had the power of spontaneous creation without the need to think or incantation. A power not from this universe, unlike anything they have ever seen. Either to rule the cosmos or destroy them altogether.

“You…” Shigaraki breathes out feeling his eyes twitch in anger, you were up and still fighting and were now truly an opponent. You twist your hands your finger stained with the corruption further up your hand not just the tips of your fingers but the whole digit. The Darkhold disappears before you vanish before him and Shigaraki’s face is hit with the strongest blast of magic ripping his flesh open. You’re right beside the villain who swipes his hand out to strike you but the attack goes straight through your body before you disappear again appearing behind him surprising them all. None of them even Bakugo who had seen the power of the Darkhold saw you like this. This wasn’t just the Darkhold’s power but an awakening in you, this was chaos magic, reality-warping in front of him.

Shigaraki hadn’t felt fear during this fight but suddenly like a memory where you stood was another woman a being of even more substantial power that he’s never seen before. Why was he suddenly panicking?! And he had instantly sent out the largest attack straight at you. You felt fire running through your veins as you felt your body go through overdrive, the chaos magic and the dark magic fueling your body. You felt powerful like a constant high you couldn’t get rid of. It felt addicting and you wanted more and you had completely accepted the chaos of your power and the Darkhold the corruption fueling your body. You bring your hands together ready to give an attack to end this all, to be the most powerful, to be the one to end all wars with your power. If they wanted a fight you would crush them between your hands.

“You…you are my dream.”

Bakugo’s voice fills your head clearing your head for just a moment. The darkness that had taken over your heart cracking..the corruption you had accepted so easily for its power. You thought you were doing this to protect your family for the ones you loved but you felt like a sham. You wanted the power and you felt foolish. With that split second of doubt and the Darkhold’s hold leaving you Shigaraki had struck and you could feel it be too late to counter.

The heroes before you had thought they had a chance…that this battle could be won without One For All before Bakugo saw it. The slight change in your face as you were going to finish Shigaraki, the corruption he had feared had taken over when you had accepted the Darkhold but in that moment whatever it was had made you hesitate and he saw Shigaraki get the upper hand. A cluster of explosions sent him flying over to Shigaraki and you and the others quickly joined in to stop the villain. He felt everything shatter before him when Shigaraki made contact with your chest as he sent one of his strongest explosions right at Shigaraki’s face. You were sent flying across the field bouncing against the ground twice he felt nauseous seeing the large amounts of blood in the air. He saw his old mentor barely catch as Shigaraki pushed them all away he skid against the ground instantly standing up and looking over at where you were with Jeanist.

“We came prepared for today…with a perfect demon lord body, ideal for the final boss,” Shigaraki calls out through the clearing smoke as he stumbles his way over to Jeanist who is frozen standing above you. His heart continues to grow cold seeing the large trails of blood that he knew was yours, “Understand yet? What’s coming now…is our story. The villains’ tale.”

He felt like dying right then and there his legs crumbled under him as he fell before you to his knees as Jeanist was hovering over you tears pouring down his face before he spoke those words.

“Her heart…” He could hear the screams of anger and sadness but he couldn’t say anything but stare at you. You were staring at the sky the right side of your face scarred and bleeding but you still looked beautiful, but what killed him was the large hole in your chest and the blood quickly pooling around it.

“No…no…no you can’t do this.” The words spill from the boy's lips as his hands shake before he lightly cups your face flinching at how cold it was, “Please don’t do this to me.” He doesn’t care if the blood is staining his hands or his hero costume he brings you to his lap holding you in his arms begging you to wake up and his mentor feels weak watching this.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen, we were gonna win…we still have to graduate, and you have to beat me in fights or give those snarky comments, I wanted an agency with you..” Tears pour from his face as he prays to any higher being to have this be a dream and give someone the power to bring you back, “I wanted a life with you..” His voice cracks as his tears clean the blood from your face. The sob that breaks through his throat as he brings close cradling you as he rocks back and forth unable to stop the sobs and screams of pain leave his throat. He keeps whispering under his breath hoping you would wake up to look at him again, to smile at him again, to hold him, to love him...

“You were supposed to be my dream.”

Six Years Later

Katsuki had woken up as he had for the past six years since the war, plagued with nightmares. There had been moments when he didn’t dream that he was grateful but it was rare. He slowly got ready following his routine, shower, brush his teeth, get dressed, and leave for work, he would get a coffee and something while going. It didn’t seem like six years had passed since that day, the war that caused many lives lost and the one he cared for and loved. He had lost you. He could still remember it clearly in his mind before he had no choice but to let you go and join Deku in fighting Shigaraki. His anger and sadness fueled him until they had defeated him having no choice but to kill him. The blood on both of their hands but for the safety of Japan it was something that didn’t weigh him down. All For One had rewind himself out of existence but had down his damage. None of the League had survived that battle all dying in different ways but he didn’t feel any guilt he was glad all of them were rotting six feet into the ground. They took everything from him so they deserved more than just death.

The class had changed when everything was over, they were only children during this war and to see so much death and pain was a lot for many. He wasn’t surprised that many of his classmates did not continue a career in heroism the weight of that war too much. Some did stay and they continued and graduated and like he had said he got his Agency…though he didn’t become the Number One going to the One For All user he hadn’t cared. The number had meant nothing to him knowing he was to go through this life alone.

Work was work, planning patrols with his sidekicks, scheduling meetings for press interviews for morale or public appearances, to working on some long-term missions. While the war had taken the high-ranking villains out rebellion was always going to be there. Following the battle an object had been mentioned having been mentioned by both villains at U.A. and Gunga Mountain. The Darkhold’s history had been revealed and the world had searches sent out to find the book and have it retrieved. Many heroes in Japan mainly from U.A. had rejected the idea of trying to find it. That power was never meant for man and where it had disappeared to was better off missing. He sat at his desk working through some reports when there was a fast pace knocking which quickly annoyed him.

“What?” He called out and the door opened revealing his assistant, “What is it?”

His assistant look like she was going to hurl with the information she had but she quickly spit it out.

“Central Hospital needs you to come immediately…she’s awake.”

Katsuki had never dropped his things so fast blasting his way over to the hospital many things running through his mind. It had been a long and tiring six years alone just waiting for any news whether it would be good or bad. Your organs had been completely pulverized by Shigaraki’s attack killing you instantly. Edgeshot had sacrificed his life using his quirk and body to stabilize your internal bleeding and replace organs and in that moment when they had finished off Shigaraki he heard his old mentor’s voice across the battlefield.

“SHE HAS A HEARTBEAT!”

You had been rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery to stop the other injuries and get rid of the rest of the internal bleeding. Your surgery had been for a total of 13 hours, and your body and genetics had been something many doctors have never seen given the fact that your quirk had come from someone not of their universe. Your genetic material was vastly different to the average human which made modern medicine difficult to use as it either had no effect or the body was rejecting it. Following the surgery when they had finally gotten you stable enough they had to put you in a medically induced coma to allow your body to heal. Your body had completely died to the point where it didn’t seem possible to have brain function but you show active vitals during your surgery and the medically induced coma. They had thought after a few weeks your body would show signs of improvement they had even brought in Recovery Girl and other strong healers but nothing had worked. Katsuki had felt his world died again hearing the news they weren’t sure when you were to wake up. The medically induced coma had become a full coma and when weeks turned to months and then years you had been completely unaware of time passing around you. Your body had seemed to regress where signs of brain activity had been minimal.

Your father had been distraught that his only child had been given a fate worse than death, the doctors had tried reassuring him there was always a chance you could wake up. With that small faith, he dedicated his life to keeping you in the best care, selling stocks, and properties outside of Japan, any retirement funds had been put into your care and when he had graduated and had started receiving money from the Hero Commission he had started paying for the medical bills. Your father tried refusing but the man had been adamant on paying for them.

The hospital staff didn’t even bother checking him in, for the past six years he had been here that he knew your doctors, knew the rotation of nurses that worked on you. His footsteps were heavy and fast and when he reached the door that had your name written on it he paused. His heart had been a heavy weight on his chest, his hand trembled as it reached for the doorknob his grip heavy he thought he was going to rip it off the door. Katsuki took a shaky inhale opening the door stepping into the room. He felt the coldness leave him in that instant, the tightness in his chest release letting him take in a deep breath of air for once, the constant frown on his face soften looking forward. It was just your presence had breathed life back into him. There you were sat up in your bed you were still covered in wires checking your brain activity, others pumping drugs into your body but you were awake your eyes open listening to the doctor your father was right beside you. Those six years of waiting had aged him, hair greying, his skin losing its youth. Katsuki couldn’t blame him he had lost his wife during Jaku and had almost lost his daughter in the final one, the stress and fear that he must have felt should have drowned any normal man. His hand clutches your own as you nod slowly listening to the doctor now even noticing he was in the room. Your father makes eye contact with Katsuki clearing his throat and stopping the doctor who notices the blonde and you were the last one. The air felt trapped in his throat but at the same time, all his nerves and fears had left him when you turned to look at him. The widening of your eyes and the quickly growing smile as you took in the boy who was now a man, the man you had cared for and fallen for.

“Katsuki..”

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Can't Catch Me Now: Lucy Gray and Katniss Story-Tie Analysis

I have not been on Tumblr much over the past couple of years but with the coming film The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes on its way I knew I'd be dusting this old page off. The Hunger Games series is one of my all-time favorite book series and the films are some of my favorite book-to-film adaptations, so to say I am pumped for this upcoming movie is an understatement. And to top it all, I have been obsessing over Olivia Rodrigo's new song Can't Catch Me Now, which if you've read the prequel, you'll know that it perfectly ties Lucy Gray's story to Katniss' journey. As always I want to warn anyone who might read this that spoilers for the upcoming film and Suzanne Collins' novel lie ahead. Also fair warning, this is super long cause I don't know how to be concise.

In preparation for the prequel film I have re-read TBOSAS and I am currently re-reading the original THG series (I am currently on Catching Fire, if anyone cares to know lol). I am also planning on a movie marathon the week of the prequel release, which I fully intend on subjecting my boyfriend to as he recently admitted he has only ever seen the first (and I simply cannot let him continue living life with no clue on how wonderful Peeta Mellark is). With that said, I have had a few thoughts, which I wanted to share before the release knowing that I will certainly have more thoughts after I have seen the film.

Honestly, I am going to be ridiculously obsessed for the next several weeks. I also know I wrote a couple of analyses on the differences between Snow and Katniss and the early games vs. the later games, which I will re-post so people can read them if they haven't before.

Enough chit-chat though let's get to it.

The parallels between Katniss and Lucy Gray are quite extensive and beautiful despite the characters being in many ways polar opposites. There is the saying that "Lucy Gray Baird is a performer made to hunt while Katniss is a hunter made to perform". This is a great summary of their overall character profile, and while I may at some point do a breakdown of Lucy Gray vs Katniss, I first want to write about how Lucy Gray and Katniss' story are far more connected than some might have realized. Part of the realization for me actually came while listening to Olivia's new song.

The chorus of the song reads as:

But I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze

My footsteps on the ground

You'll see my face in every place

But you can't catch me now

Through wading grass, the months will pass

You'll feel it all around

I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere

But you can't catch me now

No, you can't catch me now

In terms of Katniss, I think it's been obvious for sometime that Snow particularly despises Katniss because she is a strong reminder of Lucy Gray Baird. She is a girl from District 12. She stood out during her Reaping, and swept the Captiol off their feet during her time in his city. She not only sang in the arena, but she sang a young girl "to sleep" with the very song Lucy Gray sang Maude Ivory to sleep. She used the Captiol's berries to save herself and Peeta, just as Lucy Gray used the Captiol's snakes to save herself. She wears a Mockingjay pin, the very bird which Snow undoubtedly relates to Lucy Gray and rebellion (far before it truly became the symbol of rebellion).

Katniss may not be like Lucy Gray in personality, but to Snow, Lucy Gray's spirit must seem very much alive in Katniss, and just as he tried desperately to rid the forests surrounding District 12 of mockingjays, this is one Mockingjay he wants to destroy.

The second verse of the song goes:

Bet you thought I'd never do it

Thought it'd go over my head

I bet you figured I'd pass with the winter

Be something easy to forget

Oh, you think I'm gone 'cause I left

This verse summarizes Snow's mindset at the end of TBOSAS, as we know he thinks he is safe from the threat of Lucy Gray. Her games have been erased, as time passes "there will be a vague memory that a girl sang in the arena" and even that too shall pass. However, where he goes wrong is when he fails to understand the deep connection and love the other Covey share for Lucy Gray. Despite not seeing how the story ends for them, or even having a solid explanation of Lucy Gray's ending, we at least know that Lucy Gray and her songs were not wiped from existance. Whether they believed, as he supposed, that the mayor was responsible for Lucy Gray's disappearance does not erase their connection to her.

Snow may have chosen never to allow love to control him again, but he did not erase the love those children had for Lucy Gray. Her music became all they had left of her so you can bet they continued singing them and sharing them, even if they had to do it on the down low. (I also share the common fan theory that Maude Ivory is the grandmother to Katniss Everdeen, and I'm hoping the film confirms this). Either way, Katniss clearly learned those songs from somewhere, which for Snow would have been a siren's call from the great beyond that Lucy Gray did not pass with the winter and she was not as forgotten as he had hoped.

Then we go into the bridge of the song where Olivia sings:

You, you can't, you can't catch me now

I'm coming like a storm into your town

You can't, you can't catch me now

I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down (repeats)

This is my favorite part of the song. Not only is it moving and emotional but it ties so much of Lucy's story to Katniss'. Both girls were like storms in the Capitol, sweeping the people and the nation into their stories so they could not help but be invested. Both were near impossible to control, despite Snow's best efforts, and both had a spirit of hope greater than Snow's ability to crush the highest of hopes. There's also something deeper, which intended by Olivia or not, makes this song perfect for the series. The lines "I'm coming like a storm into your town" and "I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down" is sung from the point of view of Lucy Gray. Both bring to mind images of the rebellion in THG: Mockingjay. The rebels stormed into the Capitol and their hope was higher than the hopes and lives which Snow had already destroyed in an effort to quell the rebellion.

However, just like Katniss becoming the Mockingjay, or the symbol of the rebellion, Lucy Gray had become her music. She was the anthem of the rebellion. If Katniss inspired hope, Lucy Gray was that hope. The hope of freedom. Dead or not Lucy Gray was finally free and her song reflects that truth and the rebels clung to it. Dead or alive they would be free.

Furthermore, Lucy Gray's song not only led to the freedom of Panem, but it also led to the freedom of Peeta's mind from the lies and brainwashing inflicted on him in the Capitol. Remember, Katniss always associated Peeta with hope until Snow brainwashed him. And if you'll recall, Peeta's first true breakthrough in regaining his memory of Katniss and his love for her was when he heard her rendition of "The Hanging Tree". Lucy Gray not only stormed into the Capitol but she stormed into Peeta's muddled memory, and her music was higher than the hope Snow had brought down. Lucy Gray's song led Peeta and Panem into freedom, and it helped to restore Peeta as the hope and love of Katniss' life.

Lastly, the ending of the song greatly foreshadows Katniss' journey:

There's blood on the side of the mountain

It's turning a new shade of red

Yeah, sometimes the fire you founded

Don't burn the way you'd expect

Yeah, you thought that this was the end

Of course, we all know the end is far from over for Snow. As Lucy Gray told him once, "The Capitol show isn't over until the mockingjay sings". Katniss' story ends with her singing Lucy Gray's lullaby to her children. Katniss was the fire founded by Snow, and despite his best efforts, it didn't burn out or even burn the way he expected it to. The line "the fire you founded" is also perfect to describe Snow and Katniss' dynamic because in many ways Katniss was only a threat because Snow threatened her. It's the same dynamic as Harry and Voldemort's. If Voldemort had left Harry and his family well alone, Harry never would have been the perfect enemy to thwart him. In the same way, if Snow had left Katniss and her friends and family well alone, she may never have come for him the way she did or joined the rebellion.

Interestingly enough, if Prim's name had never been called not only would the rebellion most likely have been avoided, but Lucy Gray's music may very well have been truly forgotten. Assuming Katniss is the only one left who actually remembers the songs, we know from reading the books that Katniss does not like or want to sing simply because they are painful reminders of her father. If Prim had never been threatened and Katniss had never been a contender in the games she would have been subjected to a life of mining and may have let the songs fade from memory as she lived out her miserable slave life in District 12.

But as we know that's not what happens, and instead the memory of Lucy Gray and her music is forced from Snow as Katniss is forced onto this journey proving the memory of Lucy Gray is very much still alive except this time Snow can't catch her now.

Thank you for reading if you made it this far! Please share your thoughts if you'd like!

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I know that the Timeless Child storyline was not to many people's taste, but as someone who enjoyed the whole of 13's run, and someone who is currently watching the 7th Doctor's run, the Timeless Child felt like an interesting way to address the relationship between the Doctor and what being a Time Lord means. The Doctor spoke fondly of Gallifrey after the Time War to his companions, but we saw repeatedly throughout the show the sort of violence that is needed to control time. It always struck me that a whole species that calls themselves the lords of a natural element can't have that nice a history. The Doctor being at the epicenter of that had already been hinted at with 7th, like I just saw an episode where Ace is asking the Doctor who he is and the Doctor doesn't respond, as if he doesn't want to dwell on something he doesn't fully understand. Apparently folks like to ignore this part of the canon but it *is* canon that the Doctor had a more convoluted origin that most originally thought of. And though that plan never came to compleition, 13's run addresses it in ways I really like.

I've seen arguments that say they disliked how this took away the interpretation that the doc is just a silly little guy, but the Doc hasn't been that since he became the Last of the Time Lords, the pusher of the final button and the perpetrator of two genocides in one move. but more than that, the Doctor has never stopped being a silly little guy. the discoveries 13 makes are heartbreaking but don't say she's ever been special. She finds out she showed up from another dimension -- for all we know there's a whole species out there with her abilities. for all we know the child could've lived in anonimity if they had been taken care of like you'd expect of any orphan. but she never knew because the Gallifreyans decided to use the child for their own purposes. The Doctor did not found on purpose the Time Lords, it was the Gallifreyans' ambition for power that founded the Time Lords. I also thought that the fact the Doctor is connected to this horrible history in ways she can't remember is a good metaphor to the way we inherit the horrible stories of our ancestors. we are today what we are because they were what they were and what they did, and even if you don't remember, there is an unmistakable connection between you and that history. a history that affects not just you but the people around you. how do you deal with that? how do you cope with that? these are all interesting questions that I thought were compelling, and affected especially her relationship with the master. as these things go, sadly, Chibnall didn't have much time to explore it afterwards but I wish we went deeper into it with the new seasons