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[starsandwriting]

OHHH SOFT STATIC AND WHIRRING OF RUNNING TAPE HOW I MISSED YOU

[in-class-daydreams]

Parlay (Kuroo x Reader)| Ch. 1

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader (ft. Roommate Kenma)

Word Count: ~1,600

Genres: Fluff, angst if you squint, general buffoonery

CW: Maybe some baby swearing, but otherwise none!

Summary: (Y/N), a first-year student attending Tokyo U, is living with her best friend, Kenma Kozume. Little did she know, her life would be turned upside down after being exposed to Kenma's volleyball teammate and close friend, Kuroo Tetsurou. One wrong move, and the parlay's stakes only get higher each time. 

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“Bonnie left her spot!” the girl’s voice was bursting with sheer panic as her roommate and close friend frantically flipped between security screens to avoid what seemed to be an inevitable death. Even though she was practically draped over him, he barely registered her full weight on him.

He couldn’t play Five Nights at Freddy’s on his channel now. Everyone had already played it a long time ago and he was sure to get some backlash for ‘copying’ other streamers. Still, any self-respecting gamer should have at least played the game at some point. Unfortunately, he’d had to drag his poor roommate into it, and it turned out that together they had the combined courage of a sugar-free gummy bear.

Kenma elbowed his friend in the side. “Shh! I know!” he hissed at her. (Y/N)’s clammy hands were clamped tightly around his shoulders as she half-leaned over him to get a good look at the screen. Both of their eyes flitted around the screen, focused on scrutinizing each and every visual detail. The screens were dark and his power level was getting dangerously low. He exited out of the security screens to slam the left door on one of the animatronics. As the metal door slammed down, they caught a glimpse of the animal’s unnaturally large teeth and the murderous look in its eyes. Quickly clicking through the security screens once more, the female’s eyes landed on something disturbing. She jumped and slapped his shoulder frantically.

“Close the doors! Close the doors!” she squealed. Kenma quickly checked on the door. The duck was still at the left door and it was eating up his power supply. He was only at 3 a.m., and he was determined not to waste any more power.

The in-game clock struck 4 a.m. and his eyes flitted down to his power level. He paled at the ‘2%’ staring back at him.

“Freddie left his--!”

Suddenly the security screens went blank and game’s lights shut off abruptly. The whole game went quiet as the two roommates stared in horror. The doors raised. Luckily, the animatronic was gone from the left door, but they were sitting ducks in that powerless room surrounded by robots with murderous intent. They sat in petrified terror as mere seconds dragged on.

Just then, the animatronic bear leapt and roared right at the two players, its shrill screaming causing their toes to curl. They clung to each other fearfully at the sudden sight. Soon, the ‘game over’ screen appeared and the room went quiet once again. The pair sat in blank silence for a long moment. After a pregnant pause, (Y/N), slow and unsure, stood up off the floor and carded her fingers through her hair.

“I guess I should get to class,” she murmured barely above a whisper. 

Kenma stared blankly at her. “Okay. Be safe,” he said robotically. 

She tiptoed around the house gathering her school supplies and made for the door a bit quicker than would be considered normal.

“I’ll be back in about two hours!” she called over her shoulder as she tried to hasten away from the apartment as quickly as possible. 

~~

‘Went for groceries. Be back soon. 

030’ 

    She had to laugh. Kenma had started drawing those faces to be ironic and poke fun at her, but now he couldn’t stop. Oh how the turns have tabled.

Even for someone as academically-inclined as her, (Y/N) was exhausted from her advanced calculus lecture. It was a class for second-years and older, but when she’d thought she could handle it. 

“Everyone thinks they’re ‘that bitch’ that can handle it early, but trust me, very few people are ‘that bitch,’ (Y/N),” her cousin had advised. Against her cousin’s advice, she’d signed up for the class anyway, thinking it’d be easy peasy lemon squeezy for someone who did so well in math in high school. Oh how wrong she was! Now she was stressed depressed lemon zest. After dragging herself through the door of her shared third-floor apartment, she was grateful to see Kenma’s cute note upon her return.

Five Nights was still running on Kenma’s laptop on the living room floor. That stupid bear’s freaky metal face grinned back at her. Rather than be stared down by an animated murder bear, she toed the laptop closed and decided that if Kenma didn’t know she’d touched his precious laptop with her “sweaty, unsanitary feet,” he couldn’t be mad at her (truth be told, he had a very hard time being mad at her at all). The damage was done, though, and the teen felt those unblinking eyes on her still.

She thought she’d heard some odd rustling down the hall where the bedrooms were.

‘Come on, (Y/N), it was just a stupid game,’ she thought.

Rather than sprint back out the front door, she decided to go to the kitchen and start on dinner. ‘Lasagna, grilled chicken, noodles.’’ She mentally ran through all the recipes she knew. They had Chinese food the night before, and fried chicken the night before that, but it had been a while since pasta night. Hopefully Kenma would come home with the ingredients she needed. She reached into her jeans pocket to text her roommate, but before she could, the rustling down the hallway happened again. This time, it was unmistakable.

 Her pulse quickened and she fumbled around for the nearest weapon-like object. She wrapped her fingers around a small metal water bottle. Sure it was only about 12-oz., but it would do. She steeled her nerves and crept down the hallway pressed up against the wall like 007. The noise seemed to be coming from Kenma’s room.

“They must have known we’d both be out of the apartment! They could have been stalking us for weeks, oh my god, we don’t even have any valuables, though! What would burglars want with us anyway? We’re in college and our entire budget goes to rent and food! I can’t die over this, I’ve already paid my tuition for this semesterohgodohgodohgodohgod,” (Y/N)’s inner monologue began spiraling into hysterics as she trembled outside her friend’s door. Her legs felt like lead and her arms were frozen up close to her chest. The girl was petrified as Kenma’s bedroom door swung open and before her was a massive silhouette.

Pause. Then she screamed a seemingly impossible sound to achieve with human vocal cords and started sprinting for the door. After nearly knocking a newly-arrived Kenma to the floor, she squeezed him in a vice-like bear hug.

“Geh--you’re crushing me,” Kenma wheezed. In her rapid rambling, he could make out the words “burglar,” “murderer,” and “tuition.”

The first-year patted his friend’s back gently to get her to release him from her crushing grip. She had an unnaturally tight grip for someone of her stature. Behind her, a tall, muscular man with unkempt black hair and piercing eyes strolled confusedly down the hallway.

The Not-Burglar raised an eyebrow. Turning to Kenma he asked, “You didn’t tell her I was here?”

“I did. She’s a bad texter,” Kenma replied while peeling (Y/N)’s arms from their spot stuck to his body.

“Huh? O-oh...my bad,” she supposed she hadn’t checked her phone since before her class started. She held up a finger and reached into her pocket, “But wait! I have this for you instead!” 

From her pocket, she held up a finger heart for her friend to see. The latter rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the smirking male before him.

“Well, (Y/N), this is Kuroo Tetsurou. Kuroo, this is (L/N) (Y/N).”

(Y/N)  seemed to have calmed down, because she replied, “It’s nice to meet you Kuroo-san! I’ve heard a lot about you!”

Kuroo noted the radiant grin she gave him and shook her hand.

“Same here. But I didn’t realize Kenma was hiding such a cutie from me,” he smiled that smile that made all sorts of people weak in the knees.

Desperate to avoid eye contact, the smaller girl’s gaze shifted around the room nervously before finding a target, “Ah Ken-ken! Lemme help you with the groceries!”

‘K-ken-ken..? Never heard that before...’ Kuroo thought.

“It’s okay, I got it,” Kenma continued putting away groceries and ignored the pout she threw his way.

“Kuroo-san, since you’re already here, do you want to stay for dinner? I’d like to apologize for jumping to conclusions earlier,” she bowed deeply.

“I could never decline a special request from such a--”

He shut his mouth at the truly frightening look his best friend shot him before interrupting, “Don’t be a pervert, Kuroo.”

“Ken-ken, you cooked dinner yesterday. I can do it today,” (Y/N) insisted, unable to successfully nudge him out of the way. Kenma was surprisingly strong.

“It’s fine, I got it,” he stopped his preparations just long enough to give her a genuine smile that Kuroo himself had only seen a handful of times.

‘Why is this girl so special to you, Kenma?’ Kuroo wondered.

“Come on! At least let me help! Kenma~  Don’t ignore me!”

‘Now this is definitely a sight I’ve never seen before.’

~~

After dinner, as he was saying his goodbyes and gathering his things to leave, Kuroo concluded that his best friend really had found another person that complimented him as well as Kuroo did himself. This was definitely a welcome surprise. He was happy for his friend, of course, though at first, he was puzzled as to how a simple roommate could have embedded herself so deeply into Kenma’s heart. He pondered that thought for a bit before having an epiphany just as he was on his way out the door.

“Thanks for the dinner (L/N)-san, I really enjoyed it. Treat Kenma well! He’s never had me meet a girlfriend before.”

Halfway out the door, he shot them a cocky, conspiratory grin and strolled out into the night.

~~

A/N: And that’s the first chapter of Parlay! It’s our first fic on this blog and honestly the first fic I’ve ever been even slightly confident in, so I hope you enjoyed. We’ll be updating regularly, so feel free to shoot us a message or an ask if you want to be added to our tag-list. Thanks! <3

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 Hello everybody! Thank you so much for clicking and reading this story! There will be plenty of chapters with a lot more action and drama on your way! See you soon! :)

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Fickle Feelings

Word Count: 2.4k

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warnings: Swearing and atrocious writing. Proofread, but not really? It’s super late so I was pretty lazy about it x)

Summary: Harrison has never been one to admit when he’s wrong about something, especially when it comes to matters of the heart.

A/N: I’m back! I’ve been sitting on this one for a while. I think it was initially supposed to be part of a writing challenge? But I honestly can’t remember which one and it’s probably long over with by now. Life just got in the way I suppose. Also, this just in! I still suck at writing endings. This is just a cute little fluff piece. Not my best (I think my personal one to beat is Stilettos and Starlight), but I hope you enjoy it anyways! 

-Syd

Harrison ran his hands over the front of his shirt, straightening any creases that were visible. He twisted slightly, looking himself over one last time in the mirror before deciding that it would be best if he turned away, knowing that he would end up over scrutinizing himself if he stayed too long. He noticed that his hands were tremoring slightly and quickly shoved them in his pockets, shaking his head as he paced back and forth around his bedroom.

This wasn’t an overly extraordinary night. Nothing special was happening. There was no movie premiere to attend, no photo shoot to show up to, not even a party to get completely hammered at. Yet for some reason, Harrison found himself with clammy hands and a racing heart. All he was doing was going out for a drink with you and Tom, but he couldn’t get his damn nerves under control. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t seen you in over two months thanks to filming schedules. Maybe it was the guilt that he felt over being a terrible friend. Whatever it was, he knew he needed to figure it out. Soon.

His inner monologue was soon interrupted by a light tapping at the front door and the subsequent leap that his heart took into his throat. “I’ve got it!” Harrison yelled out to Tom, who he wasn’t entirely sure was listening anyway. He quickly wiped his palms on the front of his jeans before making the seemingly endless walk across the entrance hall. Not two seconds had passed after he pulled open the door before he found himself with a face full of hair, your arms around his neck, and his cheeks five shades deeper than they were previously. He didn’t have time to dwell on the newly exaggerated thumping of his heart before you had separated yourself from him, a grin spread across your cold-bitten cheeks.

“You’re never allowed to leave again. I forbid it.” You teased him as you stepped fully into the apartment, shutting the door behind you. “My life is so boring and predictable without you and Tom.” Harrison laughed slightly, still taken aback by your hug, cringing when he realized how high pitched it sounded. He knew that you noticed it too, the split-second quirk of your eyebrow giving you away, but he let out an almost imperceptible sigh of relief when you decided not to mention it. “So, where’s Tom? I need to bully him into firing you.”

Harrison silently motioned down the hallway, slouching against the wall as soon as he heard the clicking of your heels dissipate once you reached the soft carpet of Tom’s room.

What the hell was that?

You and Harrison had known each other for almost five years now. You had shared plenty of hugs during that time, more than Harrison could count, but never in his life had he felt like that. Never in his life had he looked at you and been met with his heart trying to break through his chest. He slowly dragged his hand across his face, wanting nothing more than to get to the bar already so that he could drink away any remnants of your hand resting lightly against the back of his neck.

Harrison’s eyes snapped towards you the second you emerged from Tom’s room, barely noticing the man standing behind you. Not for the first time that night, he found himself suppressing a groan of frustration. If the current fluttering in his chest was anything to go by, he might need more than just a few drinks to get you off his mind.

~~~

Harrison didn’t get much of a chance to put his theory to the test. Apparently, there was an unspoken agreement between you and Tom that Harrison had designated driver duties today, and not even half a shot had been downed before he found the drink being snatched out of his hand. So here he found himself completely sober on a Saturday night, watching his two best friends get thoroughly smashed.

At some point during the night your eyes began to droop, and ever so slowly you began to lower your head against Harrison’s shoulder, drifting in and out of consciousness. Harrison’s stomach began to flip, and he was rapidly beginning to realize that you can get just as drunk off of another person as you can off of alcohol. His head was spinning, and he suddenly found himself struggling to keep his speech stutter-free.

A few moments of silence passed between Tom and Harrison, only interrupted by your soft snores. Tom seemed to be piecing things together in his mind, dragging his gaze between you and Harrison ever so slowly. His eyes gradually widened until they were the size of saucers, and Harrison probably would have found it amusing had he not known what was going through the brunette’s mind at the moment.

“Mum was asking about you the other day,” Tom took a swig of his beer before continuing. “She wanted to know if you’ve realized that you’re madly in love with Y/N yet.” Harrison inhaled sharply, the air hitting the back of his throat in just the right spot to send him into a mad coughing fit. He was so preoccupied that he didn’t notice it when you woke up, falling silent as you listened to the conversation.

“I-in love? What the hell, Tom?” He stared intently at the other man, who simply shrugged his shoulders in response.

“Hey, man. Don’t shoot the messenger.” Tom glanced down at you then, noticing how tightly Harrison had tucked you under his arm. “I think she has a point though.” Your ears perk up ever so slightly, the words coming from Tom waking you up fully.

“No.” Harrison shook his head a bit more vigorously than intended. “No. I would never- I don’t- she’s not- “Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his forefinger. Maybe Nikki had a point. It would certainly explain why he felt like his mouth was full of cotton every time he looked at you, or why his heart felt like a stampede in his chest any time you touched him, or why he could never get you off his mind. But you were you. There was no way.

“Of course I’m not interested in her. I never have been and I never will be.” Still not noticing that you were listening to every word that he said, Harrison continued to drive the point completely home. “She’s just Y/N. She’s nothing special.”

He jumped in shock as you bolted out of your seat, mumbling something about not feeling too great. “I think I’m gonna head out, I’m sorry.” The boys began to get out of their seats but you cut them off with a look, reaching out and squeezing Tom’s shoulder. “No, stay. You deserve to have a good night out for once. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You swiftly turned around before grabbing your coat and making your escape from the room, trying your hardest to ignore the squeezing sensation around your heart and the tears springing into your eyes.

Harrison stared at the door silently for a moment before turning back to Tom, giving him a quizzical look. “What d’you think got into her?”

Tom simply sat agape for a moment, searching Harrison’s eyes for any sign at all that he was joking. When he didn’t find one he threw his head back against the cushioned seat of the booth, never taking his sights off of the man in front of him. “You’re a special kind of stupid, you know that?”

For the second time that night, Harrison found himself choking on his own breath as he glared at his best friend, a permanent frown settling on his face, his eyebrows pinched in confusion. “What the hell do you mean by that?” He wracked his brain for an explanation, but for the life of him he kept coming up short.

“’She’s nothing special?’ Not exactly the most charming words that’ve ever come from you, are they?” If Tom thought that this would clear Harrison’s mind of any confusion, he was sorely mistaken, as the bewilderment on the blonde’s face grew tenfold. Tom stifled a sigh, grabbing a handful of complimentary peanuts from the bowl in front of him before fixing his gaze back on Harrison, who was still waiting for him to explain. “Let’s put it this way,” Tom paused to toss a peanut in his mouth before covering it with his hand as he chewed. “You probably knocked her confidence down a peg.”

At this Harrison scoffed, rolling his eyes before realizing that Tom was completely serious. “Wh- oh, c’mon! She knows I didn’t mean it like that.” He rested his back against the seat, tilting his head as he let his gaze drift across the table, slipping deeper into his own thoughts with every passing second. What if she was upset because she wants you to think she’s something special…? He shook his head vigorously, clearing his mind of any thoughts that might give him hope of something more with you. “Besides, it’s not like she thinks of me in that way, either. We really are just friends.”

Perhaps he hadn’t noticed how bitter he had sounded, but Tom certainly did, and now it was his turn to plaster an incredulous look upon his face. He bit the inside of his cheek in an attempt to keep from revealing anything to Harrison, knowing that if he was wrong, that if Harrison really did only see you as a friend, then letting him know about the feelings that you had confided in Tom about months ago would be the ultimate betrayal of your trust. Instead, he decided to go for a more subtle approach, and placed his hand on top of Harrison’s for the briefest moment. “Maybe,” he said with a pointed look, “you should go find her and make sure that’s really the case.” With that, he got up and left the bar, leaving Harrison behind with only the thoughts swirling around in his head and his heart thumping in his chest.

~~~

“Fucking hell.” You let out a growl of frustration as the fire from your lighter flickered out once again. Throwing down the cigarette that had been pinched between your fingers, you give up and heave out a massive breath, staring down at the city below. You didn’t make a habit of smoking, but sometimes it was needed, and when it was you always came to the roof of your apartment building. From here you had the perfect view of the streets, and a near guarantee that nobody would bother you. Only one other person knew about it, so when you heard footsteps approaching you knew exactly who it was before he began speaking.

“I thought I mind find you up here.” Harrison came to a stop by your side, glancing at you before finding a sudden fascination with his feet. The two of you stood in silence for a while, watching the traffic below, an awkward air settling between you. It spread all around, the tension becoming thicker with each passing second until finally, mercifully, Harrison broke it. “I’m sorry about what I said earlier.” You opened your mouth to feign innocence before he interrupted you. “I know you heard me, you don’t need to say that you didn’t.”

You tried to push back the waterworks that began to form again, but this time you weren’t so successful. Shame filled you as the dam behind your eyes broke, finally letting the tears slide down your cheeks in an undeterred manner. You knew that you had no right to be upset by what he said; it wasn’t his fault that he didn’t see you the same way that you saw him. But a part of you had still hoped that maybe he did. The part of you that noticed the way his breath hitched when your hand brushed the back of his neck, or the way that his heart went into overdrive anytime you rested your head on his chest during movie nights.

When you started sniffling you also began to laugh bitterly at the absurdity of the situation. “God, I’m sorry. I’m a wreck.” You reached up to wipe the water away from your face, but Harrison’s hand arrived at your cheek before yours could. Suddenly, breathing became an incredibly laborious activity, and you had to focus hard on keeping it even. He was a lot closer now, and you could see the guilt that formed in his eyes as he swiped gently under yours.

“I didn’t mean it, you know.” His voice came out barely above a whisper, and you had to strain your ears to hear him over the traffic below. “Of course you’re special. You’re my best friend.” You felt your body deflate slightly at those words, and Harrison must have noticed as well, because he was hasty in adding his next thoughts. “But you’re also so much more than that. I think about you all the time. I think about what you’re doing and what you’re wearing and how you’re feeling. I think about the tiny little crease that you get in your forehead when you’re working on something difficult. I think about the way you sing at the top of your lungs even though you know you’re completely shit at it. I think about how it would feel to wake up next to you in the morning and just enjoy each other while the sun rises, with nothing else to distract us. I think about- “

You were overcome with a rush of confidence and suddenly his rambling was cut off by the feeling of your lips pressing against his, softly at first, but more urgently when he began to reciprocate. The hand that wasn’t pressed against your cheek found it’s way around your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

After a few moments you broke apart, resting your foreheads against one another, neither of you speaking, though not for a lack of words. It was simply that words weren’t necessary anymore. As you looked at each other, breathing in everything that had happened, anything that could possibly have been said vanished. All that remained was the certainty that this was right. 

This is how it should be.

[smutfornerds]

Chilling Revelations // Killer Frost/Caitlin x Reader

A/N: To cap off our day with KF and Caity, here’s a fairly lengthy mess of smuttiness. Enjoy my loves!

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Slipping back to reality you noticed the smirk that adorned Frost’s face now. “Ohh, you didn’t know? Caity doesn’t tell really anyone, she hid it for a long time but I think me coming out made her come out too.” She chuckled at her own quip, taking a slow stride in your direction. “But she has the biggest cutest crush on you. Always thinking about how sweet you are,” she paused to make a gagging noise with her tongue out, before narrowing her eyes at you a bit. “I however, like to push the naughtier side into her brain most the day.” You felt a dryness in your throat as she made her way to you, your thighs hitting the computer desk behind you when she finally stepped up, her legs brushing against yours and sending an un-ironic chill towards your skin. She saw the look behind your eyes, the wonder and the curiosity and admittedly a bit of lust. Her smirk widened and she brought a freezing finger to trail down your arm as she spoke. “Don’t you ever wonder why Caity gets so worked up around you? It’s because I’m in the back of her mind,” Now she leaned into your neck, placing a slow and cold kiss to your skin making you shiver from more than just the temperature. “Making her think about making you scream.” Her tone was lowered even further than her distorted voice and you couldn’t help the audible sigh that fell from you.

With a dark chuckle Frost pinned your hips to the table, nipping at your neck now to elicit a full moan from your lips. “Mmph, like music..” she mumbled into your neck, moving to snake one of her arms around your waist as the other one went to fiddle with the waistband of your jeans. “How about we make a whole little song, hmm?” As she teased you with her words her hand slipped past your jeans, slowly bringing her cold finger to stoke your folds. Immediately you let out another small mewl of pleasure from the feeling, your eyes starting to flutter closed. “W-Wait..” you brought a hand to push at her wrist and her eyes found yours again, searching your expression. “Hey if you don’t want to just say so, I don’t wanna like, make things weird with you and Cait.” Her words surprised you but a smile crept to your face and you simply kissed her, letting a hand come to cradle her cheek. Barely pulling back you kept your lips close enough to ghost over hers. “I was just gonna say we need to go somewhere private..” Hearing you agree she grinned, giggling a bit before pecking your lips again. “Come on then.” As she stepped back she took your hand in hers, and the way her skin felt was like you were holding a delicate snowball. She pulled you down the hall to the time vault eyeing each direction as if crossing a street before tugging you through the disappearing wall. Once inside the bright room she spun you, pinning you to the wall by the lips.

Wasting no time you moved to slide her jacket from her shoulders, and she let it fall to the floor carelessly. All Frost could even focus on was you, and of course Caitlin squealing in her head about everything going on. Shut up and enjoy the show. She thought to her other half, and felt the girl relax and drift away for the time being. Her lips moved down to your neck, leaving chilled kisses down your skin that formed goosebumps all over you. Her hands found their previous place on your jeans and this time pushed them over your hips, panties included. You hastily kicked them off and on cue Frost dropped to her knees in front of you. Your eyes found hers and she smirked up at you, tapping your thigh as if to say to move it. As you shifted your weight to the other leg she lifted the one she’d motioned to, letting it rest on her shoulder. Slowly she brought her lips to where your thigh met your pelvic bone, leaving achingly slow and frigid kisses to the skin there. Without another ounce of restraint left in you your head fell back again the bubbled walls, a hand winding itself into her currently platinum strands of hair. A small hum left her as she moved closer to your center. Another appreciative groan trickled from her lips when she finally saw how wet you were, eyes floating up to give you a teasing glance. Now was your turn to flush red, if only you had a powerful alter ego to take over for your nerves. Her frosty eyes glazed over as she brought them back to your body, finally closing the space between where she was and where you wanted her so badly to be. Her breath was devastatingly cold against your folds and caused you to gasp, just as she licked over your slit.

“Sing for me, princess.” She whispered before suckling at your clit, and god did you. A string of whiny moans spilled from your lips and KF kept her eyes glued to your twisting expressions. She began flicking her tongue against your nerves, just the right amount of pressure to have your hips twitching at every movement. Bringing your lip between your teeth you whimpered, but Frost wasn’t having that. She pulled away but replaced her lips with her freezing fingers, the sensation alone making your jaw fall open and a sharp moan to fill the room. “Much better.” She stated playfully, licking her lips as she watched your body convulse from her touch. The hand in her hair went to push her head back to your core but she clicked her tongue in disapproval. “Oh no no, you aren’t the boss.” Immediately she thrusted two of her digits into you and another loud cry radiated from your lungs into the room. Again Frost heard Caitlin in her head, telling her to take it easy, but that was far from her style. Her thumb found your clit and she made sure it was the coldest you’d be able to handle as she circled relentlessly against your nerves. Your eyes screwed tightly closed, mouth the exact opposite and gaping open as the moans and whimpers just kept spilling from you. Frost pumped her fingers faster, practically drooling at the way your entire body began to twitch and shake. In the back of her mind again was Caitlin, this time however she was happily surprised at the inner monologue and murmured to herself as she leaned into you. “Someone wants a taste..”

Keeping her fingers pumping in and out of you, she moved back in between your legs and let her tongue take over for her thumb again. With your eyes still shut tight your back arched off the bubbled wall slightly, forcing her face deeper into you and allowing her fingers to graze your g-spot with ease. The cries that rang from you now alerted her just how close you were. Your walls tightened around her fingers and you felt what you thought was your warm wetness taking over her icy touch. Your hand stayed in her hair and gave a soft tug as your body tensed, the knot inside you ready to explode. “I-I’m—“ was all you could muster as she began swirling her tongue in figure eights against your clit, unraveling you like a scroll. Again your back arched much harsher than before, your grip on her hair tightening involuntarily. She let out a prideful hum against you, removing her fingers to lap up every little drop of your sweet juices. Her hand rested on your thigh now, and as you came down from your high and she continued to taste you, the realization that her touch was warm all in it’s own made your eyes pop open. As if you hadn’t just gotten off, you felt immediately wet all over again seeing the golden brown hair in your hands. You had no idea when they’d made the switch back, but you were far from complaining.

Letting your blood fully come back to your brain before you moved, the first one you made was to brush the hair from Caitlin’s face. She pulled away from you, licking her lips for the remaining drops of your release left there. A sheepish smile adorned her lips as she nibbled at her lower one, letting your leg down from her shoulder as delicately as she could as you were still a bit shaky. Bringing your hand under her chin, your other one motioned her to rise to you with a curl of your finger. As soon as she was level with you, you crashed a passionate kiss to her lips. The faint taste of you lingered there still but you weren’t bothered with it, all you wanted to do was show Caitlin how much she truly meant to you. This kiss was sensual, slowed down as if Barry himself had the two of you in a speedster moment. Your hand stayed resting in the crook of her neck as your tongue explored her mouth, coiling around hers once before you parted from her. The slender meta rested her forehead against yours, a small giggle escaping both of you when your eyes met again. “You know if you wanted all that,” you motioned down to yourself and brought another huff from her normal pink lips. “You didn’t have to bring Chiller out to get it.” The statement made KF ring through Caitlin’s mind. Told you, next time don’t be such a pussy when you want some. The smile that spread across her features lit up yours as well, and you pecked her lips once more. “Sadly we should get back before they worry.” You stated, bending to slip back into the clothes for your lower half. Caitlin nodded, simply watching as you redressed. Noticing her stare you smirked yourself, amused at how stark the differences between her and her counterpart were.

Once you’d fastened the button on the jeans you playfully grabbed her face between your hands, pulling her down to you again, kissing her lips over and over until she was a mess of a fit of giggles. “Now that’s music.” You teased, watching as her eyes flashed icy to match the smirk she adorned. “Oh we’ll make a whole album babygirl.” Frost’s voice carried to your ears before she dissolved away again. Caitlin blushed a deep red, and it was your turn to laugh uncontrollably. “But hey, next time.. it’ll be all me.” She stated softly, reaching out to lace her hands with yours. “Assuming there will be a next time..?” Her question was delivered so softly and you couldn’t help but grin. “God I hope so!” You responded obnoxiously overzealous, just to get that beautiful smile back on her face. Hands still laced you tugged her out of the time vault only to find Ralph and Barry a few feet down the hall. Their furrowed expressions made Caitlin freeze but you simply squeezed her hand before letting it slip from yours. This wasn’t something she was ready to discuss with everyone, and that was definitely something you could respect.

“Okay well if it’s not in there maybe Cisco’s lab?” You covered effortlessly, shooting her a wink while your back was to the boys. She nodded hastily, words escaping her for the time being. With a knowing smile you nodded to her to follow you. “Let’s go look.” As you turned you purposefully let yourself run right into Ralph, acting as if you had no idea he was there. “Oh! Shit, sorry dude.” You muffled as you stepped back, patting his shoulder a bit. Both boys narrowed their eyes at the two of you, but you knew of all the things they were thinking you two had done, it for sure wasn’t the truth. Well, maybe Ralph’s gutter of a mind had went there, but he surely didn’t ever think it to be factual, only fantasy. Again your hand grabbed Caitlin’s and tugged her between the two of them and towards the elevator. The boys watched you both scurry off before heading to the Cortex, greeted by the security cameras and Cisco biting his nails at them. “Dude what are you doi—“ “SHH I CAN FINALLY SEE THEM AGAIN.” He hollered over Barry, making him and Ralph both go wide eyed at the sudden outburst. “Why the hell don’t we have cameras that show the furthest left corner of the time vault?! I only got audio from their little rendezvous but goddamn, was that hot.” He paused and his eyes stayed glued to the elevator camera. Their two sets of eyes followed to where Cisco’s were trained and they only went even wider.

Once the two of you watched the doors click closed you pulled her back down to you to trail your tongue along her bottom lip. You watched her lips curl up into a playful smile, one you had thought only Frost was capable of. But here was sweet little Caity, pushing you gently until your back was on the furthest wall and letting her tongue slip past your lips with ease. With your hand on her waist, you toyed with the hem of her top playfully as her hands moved to your own hip and the other to cradle your face. Absolutely oblivious to the show you were giving the boys, you pulled back from her to nip her bottom lip between your teeth to give a little tug. The whimper that left her made your thighs clench, and admittedly made all three men’s trousers tighten. “When did they— I thought- I—“ Barry stuttered to think straight - or rather far from it - and both other men waved and motioned for him to shut the hell up. You watched as her eyes went crystal, her hair and lips following all while you still held the lower one in your bite. As soon as her other side took over you were done for. She pinned your arms to your sides, a low sort of growl leaving her when she pressed her lips and body back against yours. Her grip on your wrists was tight and ice cold, sending shocks of chills to your skin and a breathy moan to fall into your kiss. From the Cortex all three men had settled into chairs and they’d made the elevator camera the only one on the wide screen before them.

As Frost pulled away she eyed your chest, licking her lips. “I already told you, you aren’t the boss.” In one swift motion she had your arms pinned behind you with one hand, the other moving to your hair giving a sharp tug. The moan that rattled through the elevator was enough to have to make Ralph shrug his suit coat off. Cisco sat gnawing at his thumbnail, Barry simply rubbing his hand mindlessly over his chin. KF glanced behind her as the elevator beeped, before pressing her foot to the control pad to make the whole thing jolt to a stop. While your lips were free you used the time to, of course, push your luck. “Caity said next time was all her, what happened to that?” Your words made a devious smile come to Frost’s face and she tilted her head condescendingly at you. “Oh it will be, the next time she pleases you.” On the final word she tugged both your head and wrists downward to force you into your knees in front of her. Once you hit the floor she released your wrists, hand still holding tightly to your bunned hair. “This time, it’s my turn.” As she spoke she moved the fabric of her leggings down, letting them slip just far enough for you to fit your head between her legs. “Now be a good girl and return the favor.” Her distorted tone sent your brain into overdrive, and you immediately obliged and licked a stripe between her lower lips. Her head fell back slightly and she groaned.

“Get to work.” Her words came out forceful and she tugged at your hair and pushed you closer to her like you’d tried to do to her earlier. Unlike the platinum blonde however you listened, bringing your lips to kiss against her clit and tongue to slide between her folds to tease her entrance. The shaky sigh that left her was more than enough motivation for you to keep going. Soon you were lapping at her wetness the way she had yours, attaching to her clit and suckling relentlessly before releasing it to flick your tongue across it in wild zig zags. KF’s own pleasured tones filled the metal space, and forced all three of the men watching to clear their throats and adjust in their seats. She gripped tightly to your hair when you slowed your movements, eyes finding yours again with a stern expression. “Don’t you be a little tease.” She grumbled through gritted teeth and you couldn’t help but smirk before burying yourself deeper into her. Your hand came up to slip a finger into her entrance, directly followed by another as you pumped them at a quick pace. Again she moaned out, legs shaking slightly. Pulling your mouth away just a second you brought your hand to her thighs to half turn her and get her pinned to the side wall.

Little did you know this gave the boys an all access view to every little move the two of you made. The camera was in the corner of the elevator to your right, and before you’d moved her they were only seeing the back of your head and her face. Now they had a perfect profile shot that showed the way your tongue circled against her clit, the way your fingers picked up speed once you had her body securely against the wall. Ralph groaned out dramatically, and both other meta men grunted in response. All three of them were glued to this little glimpse of your fun. Keeping your eyes locked on KF’s face, you were surprised to see her slowly melt back into Caitlin at your touch. Watching her icy features revert back to her flushed skin, pink lips, flowing golden hair, made your heart swell as much as your thighs clenched. With even more enthusiasm now, you made your fingers curl up at every pump of them, bringing a string of labored breaths and moans from Caitlin in her normal tone. The noises were sending rushes of endorphins through you and you just wanted to hear her more, and you understood fully why Frost got so hot at the sound of you. Letting your tongue press firmly to her throbbing bundle of nerves you swirled precise and fast circles against it.

Caitlin’s body shook, and her whimpers filled your ears and all three men’s. “Damn if that’s anything like what you heard earlier..” Barry grumbled, shifting his jeans against his half and ever growing hard on. Cisco nodded furiously, eyes never leaving the screen. “Oh Caitlin has nothing on our little rookie.” His nickname for you still, even if you’d been working with them for a year now. “Sounded like a fucking professional..” he groaned again not even able to enjoy his pun when he was watching Caitlin writhing at your touch. Her hand tightened in your hair and her inner walls began to tighten against your fingers. Only pulling back to whisper up to her you watched her eyes flutter closed. “Cum for me, Caity..” you purred, tongue instantly going back to the assault against her clit. The way you spoke to her in such a naughty way was more than all she needed to be sent over the edge. Her knees buckled a bit and you curved your hand into her a final time with the same curl of your fingers you’d used to get to her to stand for you before. Tongue still lapping at her folds she let out a shaky sigh, her orgasm rocking through her and making her chest heave with every attempt at a breath. Giving her slickness one last slow kiss you moved to trail damp kisses all along her panty line, up to her hip where you nipped just slightly at her skin to make her squeal. Giggling a bit yourself you stood, helping pull her leggings back up her shaking legs.

Allowing her to catch her breath, you brought your kisses to Caitlin’s collar bone and neck, leaving feather light pecks across and up her pale skin. “So did that please the Ice Queen?” She huffed a small laugh, nodding enthusiastically. “More than enough for the both of us.” Her words were followed by her hand finding your cheek, pulling you to her to place another gentle kiss to your lips. At the newfound gentility the boys all cleared their throats and shuffled around, shifting their respective trousers to adjust to the uncomfortable tightness they were experiencing. Ralph was first to speak up. “I’m gonna go catch the elevator to the main floor and get the hell home to deal with..” he paused to look down at himself. “That.” His head came back up and they all collectively nodded in agreement. That was enough fuel for weeks, maybe even years worth of self love on their parts. Turning from Caitlin now you pressed the elevator buttons to move again, but instead of down like you’d been headed it went up. Both of you realized that meant someone was coming and you hastily fixed each other up to make it look like an innocent scene, even if the smell of sweat and sex was lingering around you. The doors opened and you found Ralph leaning seductively against the doorway. “Ladies. Have fun?” He asked with a brow wiggle. Caitlin’s brows shot up but you simply grinned. “More than you’ll ever have with either of us.” You patted his shoulder twice before cracking up, tugging a flustered and mortified Caitlin down the hallway the opposite direction of the Cortex. Cisco and Barry could hear the comeback though and were sent into a roll of boyish giggles as the two of you ran off to hide from everyone else for a while, opting for snuggling on the couches of the training room.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence she tilted her head up from your lap, eyes looking glazed over but not from the same lustful reasons as before. “You know I’ve never.. told anyone here, that I’m bi.” Her voice was softer even than usual and you kept running your fingers through her hair. “Is it you? Or Frost?” The question made her smile sheepishly. “No it’s me, well both of us technically, but I knew I liked girls long before she showed herself.” She shrugged a bit. “Just didn’t have the courage to act on things like that until she did it.” You laughed softly thinking back to how she’d taken over to initiate the whole day. Leaning over her you pecked her lips before she continued. “My point is, I don’t wanna.. hide this. From anyone.” Her hand found your free one and intertwined your fingers, bringing a warm smile to both your faces. Just then Barry walked into the room as if he was looking for something, but stopped dead seeing you both and his brain took him back to the elevator. His face shined brightly like his suit and he stuttered. “O-Oh sorry I didn’t— I was just trying to uh, to find..” He trailed off with a point towards the other side of the room, speeding off leaving a gust of wind that blew Caitlin’s hair over her face. Giggling you brushed it all back, brushing your hand across her cheek as you finally responded to her. “I’d never want to force you to do anything you aren’t ready for, but..” you leaned over her again, this time pecking her nose gently. “I’d be honored if you’d let me take you on a proper date now?” Her cheeks tinted adorably petal pink and she nodded happily. “Absolutely.” For a split second KF came out to play again. “But you’re totally paying.” She winked up at you before Caitlin came back, both of you grinning at the very thought of having each other all to yourselves - with the occasional visit from the frigid match maker.

[bakudekuficlibrary]

BakuDeku: Angst One Shots Part I

Click here for Part II & Part III!

84 Works.

Fallout by limesicle  ( T | 2,505 | 1/1 )

Katsuki does everything the hard way. Falling in love isn't an exception.

It doesn't take him long to realize he's falling, but it takes him ten years to admit it to himself. It takes another ten before he says it out loud.

For the Future by limesicle  ( T | 2,886 | 1/1 )

In which All Might doesn’t arrive in time. In which Katsuki watches his childhood friend fall by his own hand. In which he realizes too many things after he’s lost too much.

[Major Character Death | Suicidal Thoughts]

Words They Didn't Say by crushingblue  ( G | 1,804 | 1/1 )

Bakugou doesn't know how to say enough. Deku is scared to say too much.

Series Part 1 of Future Feelings

Crossroads by atosei  ( T | 1,493 | 1/1 )

“I already told you,” he said steadily, “I’m leaving for good. As of today, I’m resigning as a Pro Hero.” Bakugou laughed harshly. “You’ve got to be kidding me – you, resigning? Best joke I’ve heard in years.”

If you really knew Bakugou, you’d be able to hear the hint of fear he was trying to hide behind those cruel words. And if you really knew Midoriya, you’d be able to see in his eyes that he was dead serious. And they really did know each other that well, to that extent, to be able to pick up on the emotions that they’d tried so hard to lock away and it was then that something broke between them, something irreversible and Bakugou knew he couldn’t keep this up any longer.

Series Part 1 of Intersection

imbalance (he knocked the world from under your feet) by dovedapple  ( G | 506 | 1/1 )

/ɪmˈbal(ə)ns/ noun the lack of proportion or relation between corresponding things.

Taraché by Funky Hanji (Temari)  ( T | 4,571 | 1/1 )

- «Hey Bakugou. […] You ever been afraid of your quirk? It’s hella strong, I bet it was scary until you learned to control it…! » -

Choices by stardustacademia (cosmiclarents)  ( T | 576 | 1/1 )

The only summary I can think of for this is what's in the tags, honestly. Angsty vague bakudeku w/ a splash of plot. Just a bit.

Series Part 1 of Drabbles With Potential

opia by Ramabear (RyMagnatar), timeto-explode (NoWayApril)  ( T | 2,169 | 1/1 )

In an attempt to breach the wall put up between Bakugou and Midoriya, All Might and Aizawa try something a little unorthodox. The two teens are set down in chairs across from each other with the instruction to stay there and look into each other's eyes.

The strange vulnerability that follows spurs a confession that Bakugou isn't prepared for in the least.

Так бывает by Serpentaria  ( G | 705 | 1/1 )

Так бывает, что ты не предназначен своей родственной душе.

Fearless by ukiinas  ( G | 1,434 | 1/1 )

Izuku's fiery spirit and compassion were so dazzling that it blinded him; his strength and endurance were so captivating that it scorched him like an inextinguishable flame. They’d never come on equal terms as to even try and begin to understand one another, and perhaps Katsuki was to blame, but it was precisely due Izuku’s brilliance that he found it hard to approach him.

Series Part 1 of Fear, Pride, Denial

Tempo by ichikonohakko  ( G | 2,081 | 1/1 )

He promised Katsuki the world.

But Deku was a villain. And no villain should be trusted.

--- Or in which Deku let himself slip up in a moment of weakness.

Series Part 7 of Villain!Deku AU

reconnect: extended version by Ramabear (RyMagnatar)  ( T | 4,639 | 1/1 )

After a brief meeting at Yuuei, Izuku takes Katsuki back to his small apartment for conversation and dinner.

{ Curator’s Note: This work is tagged with “Exes”. }

Screaming never helps Screaming always helps Don't scream Do scream by inspectorwired  ( T | 551 | 1/1 )

Don't look at me that way

Tears by frostyoctopus ( Not Rated | 436 | 1/1 )

lil one shot i made of kaachan/deku.... i rly like bnha haha. i dont read the manga OOPS so idk if these characterizations are 100% accurate... kaachan ponders the real reason why he hates deku so much but he cant pin-point the specific emotion he feels towards deku...

Make Every Moment Last by osakakitty  ( E | 6,885 | 1/1 )

There are days where Izuku Midoriya wakes in a different world. It is usually a world very similar to his own, but with noticeable changes. The thing that changes the most is Katsuki Bakugo. Sometimes he's a friend, sometimes he's not, and sometimes he's something else entirely.

Canon-Divergent story where Midoriya has the uncontrollable ability to travel to parallel universes. He sleeps in one, and may wake up in another. By seeing through the eyes of many different 'Izuku Midoriya,' he learns things about himself and Bakugo.

Terrible Losses by AshREvans  ( T | 1,339 | 1/1 )

rasm835g asked: Could you write a scenario describing Bakugou or midoriya having to react to the other one dying, and how their reactions would differ from one another

From my BNHA scenario blog https://myheroscenarios.tumblr.com/ Feel free to submit requests!!!

Series Part 4 of Multifandom Tumblr Requests Part 3 of BNHA Tumblr Requests

[Major Character Death]

Your sorrow, pouring out of your skin by tandum (nea_writes)  ( T | 3,433 | 1/1 )

Izuku dies in Katsuki's arms, and he becomes intimately familiar with the long shadow of regret.

He's so full of regret he wishes he could vomit it out.

Every time he hurt Deku, every moment he rejected him, every single instance he made Deku's smile fade, haunts Katsuki.

What he should've said to Deku long ago, what he never said, what even in his dying moments he held back, he says now, to the only person who'll understand, and who will never forgive him.

Series Part 1 of Even though all I wanted to do was become strong like you

[Major Character Death]

blindness by umbrage  ( M | 1,771 | 1/1 )

There's a fine line between love and hate, but Bakugou's willful lack of nuance proves both to be equally painful.

Here Comes a Thought by myraj  ( T | 600 | 1/1 )

"Kacchan, I'm here"

Snap Out Of It by ReturnToZero  ( Not Rated | 1,068 | 1/1 )

There was a time in his childhood where he had hopes and dreams of being the best, with the full support of those all around him. Everyone knew he could be a top hero, and he was just waiting on finding a suitable sidekick early on, to ensure they both would be top notch and tightly knit.

“Mom has the ability to pull small objects to herself, I might get that as my quirk!” the quiet voice muses, the joy of imagining his soon to be quirk filling his words with hope unlike any other.

“Still not as good as my quirk though! Cmon Izuchan, you have to do better than that if you wanna be my sidekick.”

Bakudeku Week Day 2: Cotton Candy / Childhood / Sloth

Series Part 2 of BakuDeku Week 2k17

Happy Birthday Deku! by LionellLim  ( M | 3,566 | 1/1 )

15th of July was the day of our hero special day but can he celebrate it with his lover without getting interrupted with his work?

Series Part 4 of Katsudeku compilation of one shot

skin shouldn't look like that by HummusKing  ( M | 3,007 | 1/1 )

“How about I cut you a deal! You’re a prideful kid right? How about I’ll stop if you get on your knees and beg.” Tomura took his hand off Midoriya’s face, the flesh blistering red as blood began to trickle down the boy’s cheeks. Midoriya’s eyes began to flutter, the pain causing him to slowly lose consciousness but he kept his gaze locked with Bakugou’s. Something in his emerald eyes had pleaded for him, maybe to tell him to give up and to get out, or maybe it was a plea for help – Bakugou didn’t know.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence (Torture & Blood)]

I'll Wait by ZoZoTheTaco  ( T | 489 | 1/1 )

For BakuDeku week.

"I waved goodbye to you knowing that you'd come back home to me."

Katsuki falls apart waiting for Izuku to come back home. (inner-monologue style)

I was not born to drown by yabakuboi  ( T | 2,645 | 1/1 )

One more night, Izuku thinks. He’ll stay with me one more night.

another old space odyssey by sorethroat  ( T | 2,058 | 1/1 )

“Car-di-o-meg..aly,” Deku fumbles around the words. “I can’t see the moon with you.”

He stands there, Deku smiling tight like if he moves his tears will spill over, and they’re too young to laugh at the idea that the insurmountable obstacle in front of them is a heart that’s just too big.

-

Bakugou is an astronaut but he's forgotten why. Midoriya wants him to come home.

Lovesick by halcyonwhispers  ( M | 2,652 | 1/1 )

Izuku must’ve felt sorry for him more than Katsuki first thought. There’s always some stupid penalty ‘date’ that’s supposed to make Katsuki feel better because Izuku’s made of fucking rainbows and stupid sunshine.

He couldn’t even let his fuck buddy feel like he’s been used.

"Care" by The_Simpatico_Writer (AjhayLee)  ( G | 826 | 1/1 )

Your life was a movie Scene by scene You had your thoughts that he would soon be Your Teenage Dream And with your fire, you assumed he Would put it out But he couldn't

Come on and make your mind up Love ain't so hard to find ya When he was standing there Waiting for you to care

Waiting for you to care (3x) You thought he had landed All maxed out You let him fall and leave him stranded Without a doubt And you're here beggin' for a lover Well turn around because you missed it Oh you missed it Come on and make your mind up Love ain't so hard to find ya When he was standing there Waiting for you to care Waiting for you to care (3x) Look at yourself Is this really what you wanted Is this really what you wanted Look at yourself Look at what you started Waiting for you to care (3x) Come on and make your mind up Love ain't so hard to find ya When he was standing there Waiting for you to care

[Major Character Death]

Rose Knows by origami_soul  ( Not Rated | 501 | 1/1 )

Bakugou meets a younger Deku in his dream.

[Bullying]

Aquiver by stardustacademia (cosmiclarents)  ( Not Rated | 4,083 | 1/1 )

This is supposed to be their happily ever after.

Unfortunately, 'Happily Ever After' doesn't always guarantee unconditional satisfaction.

Radio Silence  ( T | 1,634 | 1/1 )

When making a dangerous plan one must consider Murphy's law. For those who are unfamiliar, the law states, "anything that can go wrong, will go wrong." But there's a hidden side to this rule that comes into play when you least expect it, "If things are ok, expect them to get bad. And if they do, expect them to get worse."

[Graphic Depictions of Violence (Blood and Gore)]

Walls by chancellorxofxtrash (PhoebeMurdivine)  ( T | 5,245 | 1/1 )

Official sources had announced, that the two students from UA’s Class 1-A, who had been missing for the past three days, had been recovered during a raid led by Heroes, with the participation of their classmates. There had been no official statement regarding the state the two students are in, but hospital sources had confirmed that they are alive, and their lives are not in danger.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence (Torture) | Psychological Torture]

syzygy by shousanki  ( T | 2,151 | 1/1 )

The thought of being apart never even crossed Izuku's mind until it became a reality, and then a nightmare.

we run in antiparallel.  ( T | 1,181 | 1/1 )

there are different ways in which a boy can be saved.

katsudeku week: day 2 - heroes/villains

Sleeping With Ghosts by lalazee  ( M | 1,003 | 1/1 )

“I guess even heroes have to do their grocery shopping.” “Villains, too,” Katsuki said tightly. “Villains?” Deku blinked, gasping softly as he went to his tip toes and looked over the aisle divider. “Where? Shit, Kacchan, you’d better get on that!”

Written for KatsuDeku Week 2017, Day 2: Heroes/Villains.

the way you are is like a dream.  ( T | 4,001 | 1/1 )

nothing makes sense in this world. especially bakugou katsuki.

bakudeku week: day 3 - fantasy (a different kind of au)

[Implied/Referenced Bullying]

I'm Sorry by Viciedy  ( Not Rated | 1,074 | 1/1 )

Suicide. Late apologies. Lack of self-expression. Depression. What more is left?

Bakugou Katsuki sulking in his locked room with a cutter in his hand.

[Major Character Death | Suicide]

“if it could be you…” by holdingoutforahero  ( E | 1,508 | 1/1 )

Loving Katsuki is something Izuku just does.

Only in My Memories. by aeyongdarling  ( G | 1,703 | 1/1 )

He always sees him talking, sees him sending a message and always hear him muttering his usual things. But it seems he was always ignored, always talked over. As if he doesn't exist in other's lives.

Mentiroso Pierrot by Stasawe  ( G | 2,663 | 1/1 )

"No tienes que soportarlo tú solo." Ser capaz de hacer sonreír a la gente era su mayor sueño. Izuku haría cualquier cosa con tal de conseguir ver a las personas felices. Por otro lado, Katsuki estuvo reprimiendo la libertad que le correspondía.

Count of Three by lalazee  ( M | 1,522 | 1/1 )

“You asshole,” Bakugou said, numb fingers fumbling as he shucked off his gloves and threw them aside. “Save two dozen people and then do this? Not on your life.”

Quirkless Vigilante Deku AU.

Series Part 1 of Vigilante/Quirkless!Deku AU

[Graphic Depictions of Violence (Blood & Mild Gore)]

Deku please don't go... by miiba_chan (marichat_girl13)  ( T | 531 | 1/1 )

Series Part 2 of Bakudeku oneshots!

[Suicide]

Bound to You by Magefeathers  ( T | 5,751 | 1/1 )

There were a few moments of nothing but the static, and Izuku feared that maybe the demon had disconnected after all. But then the voice spoke again, and this time it was flat, listless, without any of the anger and fire Izuku had come to expect from it.

“I exist to destroy you, Midoriya Izuku,” he repeated. When he continued his voice was bitter, and almost sad. “I’m bound to you. I am going to steal your breath from you, because that’s the only way for me to be free. Sooner or later, one way or another, I will destroy you.”

there are listed buildings by semiautomatichearts  ( M | 3,309 | 1/1 )

Katsuki first sees colors bloom when he is only three years old. It is timid Izuku, hiding behind the cover of his mother's leg who looks upon him with wide eyes, and Katsuki's world explodes in shades of greens and pinks and blues, and he is so startled, he begins to cry.

His life is then on defined in color, in shades his peers can't see, by the forlorn, timid stare in Izuku's eyes that always lets off more than he is willing to tell. There is a schism driven between himself and his fated other, and Katsuki strives to be better than fate, better than what is defined for him. He is more than the written pages of a book, to be cracked open and read by the gods.

He wonders if it is possible for colors to bloom for someone who will never love you back.

Healing Process by shewizzard  ( M | 10,962 | 1/1 )

When an injury leaves Deku out of commission, Bakugou steps in to help the healing process. Between all of his friends feeding him up and Bakugou pushing him Midoriya ends up putting on some pounds.

Let the Petals Fall by limesicle  ( T | 4,976 | 1/1 )

In a world where hanahaki emerged around the same time as quirks did, it's a disease that doesn't happen to many. But it does seem to run in families. Ever since Katsuki heard that his mother had it, he wondered if he'd get it, too. When the first signs occurred, he tried to fight it. But as the green flowers kept spilling from his lungs, it got harder to ignore.

In short, it's the katsudeku hanahaki AU that no one asked for.

Series Part 1 of Tiger Lilies and Crysanthemums

Our Dream by Purplemerald  ( G | 1,176 | 1/1 )

"Izuku, what do you really want? Die never accomplishing your dreams? Or live and...?" Katsuki didn't continue but the words were already said.

Live and be with me.

[Major Character Death]

11 Miles by Dragonbooks249  ( T | 3,752 | 1/1 )

Is there something you want? Something you need? How far are you willing to go to get it? Bakugou Katsuki would go anywhere to get what he wants. What he needs.

[Major Character Death]

Близко by Explodocat  ( G | 1,175 | 1/1 )

Сигареты. И вещи, озвучивать которые вовсе не обязательно.

Punishment by Purplemerald  ( G | 1,314 | 1/1 )

"You who have done evil, you are a sinner, you do not deserve happiness, you will never forget your sin."

Deku..

I want to be your friend again..

But I'll never forget that I hurt you. Even if that pure smile is given to me, I can never forgive myself.

[Major Character Death]

Pained Lotus by VoidRune  ( T | 1,732 | 1/1 )

Katsuki was still working out the toughest parts of understanding his boyfriend, of rediscovering the childhood friend he lost somewhere along the way. Most of the time, it wasn't expected, but endearing in ways he had simply never seen before.

At times, they just looped back into some old wounds.

Katsuki hated not knowing what to do, but he tries.

Series Part 1 of Lotus

Loving Him is Painful by ioooriiii15  ( Not Rated | 321 | 1/1 )

She's there whenever you're in pain.

She's there when the world turn its back to you.

Why did you let her go?

'Til Death Do Us Part by reijeux  ( T | 2,448 | 1/1 )

Izuku is the world’s greatest hero. It doesn’t take long before Katsuki notices he’s changing; it doesn’t take long for Izuku to realize what’s happening to himself, either.

[Major Character Death]

Start At Ground Zero by lalazee  ( T | 1,551 | 1/1 )

The longer Katsuki knew Deku, the more he realized how much he didn’t know.

Hospital scene, aftermath.

Series Part 2 of Vigilante/Quirkless!Deku AU

A Hero by Purplemerald  ( G | 822 | 1/1 )

Trapped under a villain attack, Izuku could only scream his name as Katsuki makes his decision.

Chewed Up by warschach  ( E | 30,693 | 1/1 )

Zombie apocalypse, more than a third of the population currently dead or in the state of undead, and Katsuki still somehow managed to get his shit stolen by two chicks and Freckle boy.

Fuck this new generation.

Scattered Anemones by gaytodoroki  ( T | 3,582 | 1/1 )

"Fuck you for making me cough up a ton of shitty flowers," is what Bakugou might say to him, if he had the courage to actually confess and wasn't stuck panicking over his stupid crush.

[Panic Attacks]

we make homes out of people and we forget that they are bones and blood and stardust and all of them can perish as well. by moonblossoms  ( G | 854 | 1/1 )

katsuki reflects on his life with and without izuku.

[Major Character Death]

silk by holdingoutforahero  ( G | 669 | 1/1 )

Katsuki is anxious, Izuku can recognize that even from the slightest signs. He is going to snap any second and this time Izuku has to let it slide instead of letting out a weary sigh and a sharp “Kacchan”. Katsuki’s hand is slightly trembling as he ties the obi of his inner underrobe. Izuku steps closer to him and pulls the narrow belt out of his hands.

“Here, let me."

For the Flowers that Bloom Inside by limesicle  ( T | 8,457 | 1/1 )

Hanahaki develops in approximately two out of a hundred people. The strength, the prognosis, and the outcome depend on the person afflicted and, of course, the person who made the disease present in the first place. Izuku has known these things for as long as he can remember–for as long as he’s seen his mother coughing petals. Two out of a hundred–and he would be one of them–like being quirkless wasn’t bad enough.

Izuku’s side of the story of the katsudeku hanahaki AU (you don’t need to read the other half first to understand it)

Series Part 2 of Tiger Lilies and Crysanthemums

A Classical Storm by oceanswrath  ( T | 1,400 | 1/1 )

In that moment only the two of them existed, a force to be reckoned with greater than the storm raging outside.

i have seen every single one of your life milestones and i’m really glad i’m one of them. by moonblossoms  ( G | 1,072 | 1/1 )

izuku reflects on the milestones he and katsuki have shared together aka i write a terrible fanfic at 3am and say the word milestones a lot.

[Major Character Death]

Odd Combinations by whatthefuckisupkyle  ( M | 1,813 | 1/1 )

Katsuki called Izuku over to his house because he was just a mess at 3AM.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con | Implied/Referenced Self-Harm | Implied/Referenced Abuse]

{ Curator’s Note: None of the Rape & Abuse warned about above is between Katsuki and Izuku. It is from Bakugou explaining all the things that were wrong in the relationship he was in that he had just ended. }

Green Haze by reijeux  ( T | 2,408 | 1/1 )

Denying his soulmate the first time brings a nightmarish consequence to Katsuki as he's forced to live through different lifetimes where he dreads the coming of Christmas.

[Major Character Death]

stained glass variation of truth by cheaperthantherapy  ( T | 3,717 | 1/1 )

It has been six years.

Well, it has been six years, ten months and four days.

Twenty-Four by SharkbaitSekki  ( T | 15,874 | 1/1 )

Izuku gets himself kidnapped, and Katsuki is dragged into it with him as they face villains with particularly terrifying illusion Quirks.

It ends up being a living nightmare, but Katsuki can't bring himself to regret following Izuku into it all. Because between the pain and the terror, between the lies and the illusions, between life and death, at least they can always hang onto one another. Even if everything else is fake, they know that they will always be real.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence (Torture)]

This is Grinder, not Christian Mingle... by Crandberrycrush  ( E | 7,568 | 1/1 )

The quality of the video was horrible, fuzzy green hair was all he could see for the first few seconds, before a flushed and freckled smile much too close to the camera appeared, followed closely by a gratuitous amount of laughter.

“Kaaaaachaaannnn…. What are you doooooin’?”

The screen wobbled and refocused on the face, round cheeks glowing in the red and yellow lights of some unknown bar. Cheesy pop music cracked through his speakers - trash that Katsuki would never be caught dead listening to. Suddenly the image switched from Izuku’s face to the flat wooden surface of what Katsuki could only assume was the bar and ended. Fucking Deku.

Do you Regret it? by MadamBlue  ( M | 1,331 | 1/1 )

A rescue mission goes horribly wrong

[Graphic Depictions of Violence (Blood and Gore)]

saltwater knives & saltwater lives by writedeku ( T | 1,580 | 1/1 )

Before.

(Before is a time Katsuki doesn't like to think of now. Before was before, now is now, but it does deserve reflection.)

Series Part 2 of the saltwater saga

[Bullying | Physical Abuse]

to know you by Anonymous ( T | 7,645 | 1/1 )

They were the Wonder Duo, the saviors of the innocent, and it took that reminder to get Izuku through yet another sleepless night.

defluo by managician ( T | 1,165 | 1/1 )

defluo: verb. to flow down, waste, disappear. “I probably should have thought about the consequences of selling my soul first.”

[Major Character Death]

Ожоги by Explodocat ( T | 3,356 | 1/1 )

После достижения четырнадцатилетия человек не может прикасаться ни к кому, кроме своего соулмейта, не вызывая ожоги.

I've Loved You Since Forever by BeanPasteMan ( G | 289 | 1/1 )

Katsuki and Izuku went on a mission together and Katsuki died. Izuku never got the chance to tell him how he felt before Katsuki passed away.

[Major Character Death]

Am I Ready? by Ryxmas ( G | 6,226 | 1/1 )

Even after one and a half years after his disappearance, Izuku never really stopped thinking about Katsuki. After all, Katsuki always had a habit of barging into your life, even if you never expected it.

Don't Phunk With My Heart by yamarik ( T | 7,972 | 1/1 )

Deku wakes up with a hangover in the worst possible place. Now he’s in fear for his life. Meanwhile, Kacchan just wants to return Deku’s train pass...

heaven in hiding by halcyonwhispers ( T | 8,827 | 1/1 )

After years of without contact, Izuku's suddenly thrown into playing seven minutes in heaven with Kacchan at a dumb house party he didn't even wanna go to.

He didn’t expect how things turned out.

Endless by chancellorxofxtrash (PhoebeMurdivine) ( T | 3,582 | 1/1 )

It’s been six months since the pro hero Ground Zero’s last stand, and Izuku was determined to make things right.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death]

One More Time, One More Chance by limesicle ( T | 3,256 | 1/1 )

Katsuki knows he’s made mistakes–some worse than others–but none as bad as letting Izuku walk into that fight alone.

Series Part 2 of Spring BakuDeku Week 2018

let our proud fossils prove who we were by shousanki ( T | 2,622 | 1/1 )

Katsuki does not die. He does not kind-of propose to Izuku while in the throes of near-death delirium either. And they are not talking.

Series Part 2 of 青春ノンストップ ーSpring Bakudeku Week 2018ー

Lie by chancellorxofxtrash (PhoebeMurdivine) ( T | 1,883 | 1/1 )

The timer on their wrists, written with black numbers were different for everyone, constantly counting back the seconds. Everyone knew that the moment you first touch your soulmate, the timer on both of your arms will reach zero.

The timers on the arms of Izuku and Katsuki kept counting backwards.

Lost, but lost together by Tsulivy ( T | 1,660 | 1/1 )

"Kacchan... It's too late... It's already spreading, I can feel that I'm losing my last grip on whatever's left of my sanity," Deku said weakly to Katsuki, who was holding him in his arms, silently shaking trying to comfort the other. "you need to leave... Before I go after you, I don't want you to be lost, too."

"Shut the hell up," Katsuki said out of breath because of an upcoming panic attack. "I'm thinking, let me fucking think for one goddamn second, we'll figure it out."

"Kacchan..."

[Major Character Death]

Meeting Again by Dana91 ( G | 1,141 | 1/1 )

Bakugo never thought he would see him again. Not there. Not at the Hero License Exam. But most of all, what the hell was quirkless Deku doing with Shiketsu uniform?

Series Part 1 of Shiketsu AU

The Me you don't know by Dana91 ( T | 1,391 | 1/1 )

Sequel to "Meeting Again", same AU.

Just a really emotionally constipated Bakugo and a new "Deku" he is not familiar with. Someone should switch off those emotions for him anyway.

Series Part 2 of Shiketsu AU

Love That's Left Behind by ploThief ( T | 1,439 | 1/1 )

The trio flinch when they hear the tale-tell guttural moan of hungry zombies. Two new zombies have heard the commotion. One looks savage, face twisted forever in an angry scowl. The other is plainer, moving with a slight limp. The two are bloodied and dirty, but in much better condition than most zombies they cross. Newly turned, Ochaco’s mind supplies. It leaves a bitter taste in her mouth.

[Major Character Death]

Into the Night by MadamBlue ( M | 1,721 | 1/1 )

He takes a step.

The world doesn't need me.

Another step.

I'm useless.

He braces himself on the low wall.

I can't control my quirk.

In one swift movement, he scales the wall and stands tall, looking out into the night one last time. In a strange way, he felt at peace. The day was already cold and calm, just how he wanted to feel.

I can't protect anyone.

Izuku takes one final breath and closes his eyes, his foot outstretched to take the final plunge.

[Suicide Attempt]

Being Alive is the Most Comforting Thing We Have by Mrs_AgustD ( M | 1,135 | 1/1 )

“'Suki, please no” The typically violent tempered blond freezes all movement, just like the blood in his veins freeze. 'Suki 'Suki 'Suki The word echoes and bounces around the inside of his skull, and he feels bile rise up his throat and he panics. Only one person calls him 'Suki, but he’s dead, he is so very dead.

[Anxiety Attacks | Mentions of Self-Harm]

[pocketseizure]

The Legend of the Princess, Chapter 27

What It Means to Fight

In which Zelda weaves the threads of the past into something new and different.

(Chapter 27 on AO3) (Story Tag on Tumblr) (Cover Illustration)

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“Turn away now,” Daphnes ordered. “Help us calm the rebellion, and we will forgive you. We are not unmerciful.”

Ganondorf scowled at him and prepared to respond, but Zelda preempted him.

“There is no mercy in this,” she proclaimed. There was power in her voice, and it propelled her forward. She stepped in front of Ganondorf, leaving Link behind her.

“Father, if you know what this man is, then you know what you’re doing by provoking him. You will get everyone in this room killed, including yourself.”

“He’s a monster, Zelda!” Daphnes objected. “You have no idea what he’s capable of.”

“Actually, I do. I know exactly what he’s capable of.”

Zelda took another step forward, and she felt the very stones of the temple resonate with her determination.

“Zelda, I know you’re exhausted,” Daphnes said, attempting to placate her. “And I know… I know you care for this man. You’re still young, and your entire future is ahead of you. Please, let us protect you.”

Zelda laughed, remembering how Tetra’s eyes had sparkled in the mirror of the underwater castle. She took another step forward, and she remembered how glorious it was to be a goddess flying high over Hyrule. She remembered the girl on the sacrificial altar, Hylia’s mortal reincarnation and her distant ancestor. Was that altar somewhere in this very temple? Zelda thought it just might be. She could feel the energy of this sacred place flowing through her.

She thought of the glamour Ganondorf had cast on his clothing, and she realized that she knew exactly how the spell worked. She cast it under her breath, using it to clothe herself in the pure white dress of the sky goddess, and she delighted in the touch of the warm summer air on her skin as her Sheikah clothing faded away. Her feet were bare, connecting her to the earth of this ancient ground. A horrible sacrifice had been offered to the goddess long ago in this very place, soaking the soil at the center of Hyrule with the blood of the god who loved it.

She understood that she was meant to be a sacrifice as well. People would fight for her, and people would die for her, as people had fought and died for her in the past. Hyrule was Hylia’s legacy, and her role was to represent this legacy, trapped within the beautiful crystal of her fate so that she could suffer nobly for her kingdom. Her father and her friends and Link and even Ganondorf were all fighting for her, but no one ever asked what she wanted.

Zelda smiled as she raised her bow. It was no longer the small Sheikah reflex bow Impa had given her but a glowing arc of pure silver. The arrow she fit against its string was a bolt of radiant light.

“I can protect myself,” Zelda said to Daphnes, and then she shot him.

The ray of light struck him exactly where his right arm joined his shoulder, severing it completely. He won’t be touching the Triforce anytime soon, Zelda thought, feeling no guilt whatsoever.

The king’s wound cauterized instantly, but he passed out from shock and collapsed. No one moved or spoke as Zelda hopped lightly onto the dais, knelt by her father’s body, and removed a white baton from an inner pocket of his robe. Still kneeling, she slung her bow over her back, and then she stood. She held the Wind Waker in her hands and snapped it in half. It was much easier than she thought it would be. When it broke, the baton dissolved into faint particles of light, and Zelda felt its magic surge into her.

“I’m glad that’s taken care of,” she announced, clapping her hands together.

“Now on to the next order of business,” she continued, summoning another silver arrow to her fingers.

She turned to Darunia. “You’ve been like an uncle to me, and I thank you. My father will need your support as he recovers,” she said. “But you have to give me that ruby. Your people don’t owe this kingdom anything, and you have nothing to lose if the volcano erupts. Lava is the lifeblood of the mountain, and I have no doubt you can tame the dragon that flows through it. It’s still a child, after all. It may even become your son’s companion after he gets better. When I am queen, I will see to it that whatever is amiss on Death Mountain is settled to your satisfaction.”

She held out her hand. Darunia, looking sheepish, dropped the Goron’s Ruby into her palm. She struck it with the silver arrow, and it shattered.

Next she turned to Makar. “If you’re going to become the next Deku Tree,” she began, “we need to get something straight right now. I will do everything in my power to protect your forest, and I expect you to do nothing less, but I will not tolerate people getting lost in those woods. Your territory has served as a barrier cutting Hyrule off from the rest of the world for centuries, and that has to end. We will both see to it that no one will threaten the forest, but this kingdom cannot remain isolated.”

She pointed at Link. “Give me the Kokiri’s Emerald,” she commanded, and he removed it from his pouch, awestruck. She threw the arrow like a dart, and the gem burst into pieces in his hand. Makar did not respond to any of this but only watched her, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“I believe I’m next,” Ruto said, the Zora’s Sapphire already shining between her fingers.

“Ruto, I’m sorry,” Zelda began to apologize, but Ruto cut her off.

“Give me another one of those arrows,” she said. “I want to do this myself.”

Zelda did so, and Ruto plucked the silver arrow from her hand before driving it down violently onto the blue stone, which exploded into a shower of shining dust.

“Sweet Nayru, that felt so good,” Ruto sighed, handing the arrow back to Zelda. “I’ve wanted to do that for years. We’ll talk about this soon, I promise,” she added, winking.

Zelda winked back and then faced Impa. “You’re fired,” she said simply. “You and your entire tribe, you’re all fired. I don’t know what happened to the Sheikah in the past, but I have a pretty good idea. What my family did to you wasn’t right then, and it isn’t right now. Of course I would never object if you were to stick around, but only if you decide to stay as my friend and as my equal. And as my advisor, not as my assassin. Think about it, okay?”

Impa nodded in acknowledgment, and Zelda turned to Nabooru, who raised an eyebrow when Zelda met her gaze.

“You,” Zelda said, “are perfect. You should visit Hyrule more often. As long as I’m in this castle, the Gerudo will always be welcome here.”

“I’ll consider it,” Nabooru responded. “I only hope there will be a castle left for us to visit.”

“I was just getting to that,” Zelda replied.

She stepped over her father’s body and walked to the pedestal at the back of the dais before turning and facing Link.

“Listen, you’re not bound to me,” she said. “I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t need a chosen knight. Your destiny is your own, and you don’t have to be a hero if that’s not what you want. If you wouldn’t mind listening to my advice, though, you should really stop being so quick to follow orders. And you’ve got to put that sword back where it belongs before anything escapes from the broken seal.”

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to follow orders,” Link said, already stepping forward to join her.

Zelda rolled her eyes. “Just do it,” she said. Link grinned in response.

“And finally, you,” she said, looking directly into Ganondorf’s face. “You are an idiot. Did you really think you could just touch the Triforce and fix all this? That is the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard in my life, and you would know that if you actually talked to people instead of trying to do everything on your own.”

“With all due respect, Princess,” Ganondorf answered, crossing his arms over his chest, “isn’t that what you’re doing? Trying to fix everything yourself? Issuing commands while shattering gems and breaking political arrangements that have been around for centuries? But I admit, I admire your courage. If you have an idea for how to end this cycle, I’m listening.”

“You know what? I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe, and I don’t have time to deal with another one of your monologues. As it happens, I do have an idea. Stop standing down there by yourself and get up here so you can help me.”

Ganondorf didn’t move, and for a moment she thought he was going to reject her, to turn on his heels and leave the temple on his own. Please, she begged him silently, hoping against hope that he would trust her. She understood how difficult it must be for him to stand alone with all of them looking down on him, especially since none of them had done anything to help him when he’d asked. Please, don’t make me fight you, Zelda thought, struggling not to cry. As she waited for Ganondorf to make a decision, the power she’d felt when she destroyed the sacred stones deserted her, and once again she felt vulnerable and helpless. Were they really so bound by their fates that she could come this far and still have him walk away from her?

He must have seen something in her eyes, because he dropped his gaze and shook his head. “Don’t make me regret this,” he muttered, and a second later he had teleported onto the dais beside her.

Zelda smirked. Ganondorf may have done what she asked, but he still had to show off while he did it. Hopefully that meant he wasn’t too angry at her. She certainly hoped he wasn’t – she had almost killed her father for his sake, after all.

“Darunia,” she said, “can you take the king back to the castle? Tell everyone that he was injured in battle. Everyone else, can you leave me and Link and Ganondorf here? I’m counting on you to get everything under control before we return. Make sure all the combatants are retained in the front courtyard. I’ve got a speech already prepared, and I need an audience to make it effective.”

“I thought I was fired.” Impa scowled at her.

“For Din’s sake.” Zelda clicked her tongue in an unconscious imitation of Tetra. “Nabooru, can you help?”

“Come on, everyone,” Nabooru spoke up, tugging at Impa’s ear as Darunia hoisted Daphnes onto his shoulders. “It looks like it’s up to us to get this situation cleaned up. Let’s go.”

Zelda smiled gratefully, and Nabooru returned her smile before turning away from her. Zelda knew that there would be repercussions for sending everyone off to settle matters at the castle while she remained at the temple to conduct this last bit of business in secret, and she wasn’t looking forward to the conversation she needed to have with her father, but she would have to worry about that later.

“All right, it’s just us now,” Link said after the group had left. “Zelda, do you want to explain what’s going on? Or did you just want to clear the stage so that I can fight him in peace?” he added, pointing to Ganondorf with his thumb.

“You wouldn’t stand a chance,” Ganondorf growled.

“What was that?” Link glanced at him out of a corner of his eye. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught what you said. I couldn’t hear you over the sound of having the Master Sword in my hand right now.”

“I’m sorry, Link, but you’re really going to need to put that back,” Zelda cut in. “Ganondorf is wrong about a lot of things, but he’s right about the sword acting as a seal on Demise’s curse.”

“When did I say that?” Ganondorf asked, shooting her a sharp look.

“Sorry, wrong timeline.” Zelda shrugged. “I guess I owe both of you an explanation, so here it is. Basically, my father used the Triforce to amplify the power of the magical artifact I just destroyed, which flooded Hyrule. Ganondorf, you stayed in the castle and started kidnapping people. Meanwhile, I think I escaped and had a child with Link. Maybe? I’m not sure. Anyway, just about everyone in this kingdom died, but I learned something interesting about the Triforce.”

“Which is?” Ganondorf prompted.

“We had a kid?” Link asked. Zelda ignored him.

“If someone whose heart isn’t in perfect balance touches the Triforce, then it breaks into its three component parts, each of which lodges within a chosen bearer. When Daphnes touched the Triforce, it must have split, because Ganondorf got the Triforce of Power. I got the Triforce of Wisdom, and Link, I think you got the Triforce of Courage, although I’m not entirely sure what you did with it, because it seems to have fragmented even further… But that’s beside the point.”

“So what you’re saying is that it’s possible to split the Triforce without destroying it,” Ganondorf concluded, rubbing his beard.

“Wait, hold up. I’m still not over this thing about us having a kid,” Link interjected, and Zelda continued to ignore him.

“Based on what happened because of my father, I don’t think it’s a good idea for any one person to touch the Triforce. Ganondorf, I know you think the solution is to destroy the thing altogether, but I’m not so sure about that. I think we need more time to figure out what the Triforce is and how it works, because I don’t want to do anything that can’t be undone.”

“But – ”

Zelda cut him off. “I promise, you don’t want to touch that thing. At least not alone.”

“So we should all touch it together, is what you’re saying,” Link suggested.

Zelda snapped her fingers. “Exactly! If we split it between the three of us, then it will continue to exist, but no single one of us will be able to use it without the full understanding and consent of the others. This should also remove it from the control of my family, at least partially. Hopefully that will forestall Demise’s curse and prevent the return of Ganon.”

“That’s the second time you’ve said that word,” Link broke in. “What’s Demise?”

“I’ll tell you later,” Ganondorf said.

“No, I’ll tell him,” Zelda insisted, knowing exactly how Ganondorf would spin that story. An instant later she corrected herself, ashamed that her first instinct had been to assume the worst of Ganondorf’s intentions. “Or actually, both us of can tell him together. The point is that we need to touch the Triforce, all three of us at the same time. But before we do, I need to make sure that the Triforce won’t choose one of us as its master.”

Zelda paused, unsure of how to phrase what she was trying to express. “Um, this is a strange question, but neither of you has a pure and balanced heart, right?”

“No,” said Ganondorf flatly.

Link laughed. “Oh goodness no. Listen, I could tell you things that – ”

Zelda waved a hand to cut him off. “I’m pretty sure I don’t either. We should be good then.”

“So how do we enter the Sacred Realm?” Ganondorf asked. “You destroyed the three sacred stones that were supposed to be the keys that open the gateway.”

“About that,” Link answered for her. “The sacred stones didn’t open the portal. It’s complicated, but their purpose was to reveal the pedestal where the Master Sword slept. This sword was forged and blessed by Hylia herself, and it’s the key that opens the Sacred Realm. The gateway was briefly accessible when the sword was drawn, and I think it will open again when it’s replaced on the pedestal.”

“Are you sure?” Zelda asked. She had a feeling that this was indeed the case, but she needed to be certain.

“I can’t explain it,” Link replied, “but it’s like the sword has a voice, like it’s singing to me, telling me things.”

“You do understand how strange that is, don’t you?” Ganondorf said in a sour tone.

Zelda shot him a look before addressing Link. “I believe you,” she assured him. “Like Ganondorf, I’m concerned about what will happen if that sword remains drawn, but I don’t want to force you to do anything that you’ll regret later. Based on what you’ve told me, you’ve spent most of your life searching for the Master Sword. I don’t really understand what happened, but now it seems that you’ve bonded with it in some way. Are you willing to give it up?”

“I most assuredly am,” Link replied. “Nothing would make me happier. I’ve always wanted to become stronger, but not… not like this.”

A look of pure relief spread across Link’s face as he regarded the Master Sword’s empty pedestal, and Zelda couldn’t help but smile at the purity of his happiness. Their eyes met, and for a moment – just for a moment – Zelda could envision herself leaving the temple with Link and setting out into the brave new world of a future that no longer existed.

Ganondorf cleared his throat. “Once the gateway to the Sacred Realm opens,” he said, “I’m not sure how much time we’ll have. I’d like to act quickly, so we need to decide what wish we want granted when we touch the Triforce. I don’t think we have much room for error.”

“What do you mean?” Link asked.

“Say that each of us wishes for Ganon to be defeated. That wish could be misinterpreted, with one of us becoming Ganon precisely so that they can be defeated. Or say we each wish for Hyrule to have a prosperous future. That would mean something different to each of us, so the Triforce might end up creating three different worlds to contain each of our wishes. We don’t know how the magic works, so it would be best to be as precise as possible.”

“Then it’s simple enough, isn’t it?” Zelda offered. “We each wish for one part of the Triforce, nothing more and nothing less. What part we get doesn’t really matter – at least, not from what I’ve seen. It only matters that each of us gets one piece.”

“Fine by me,” Link assented, and Ganondorf nodded in agreement.

“All right.” Zelda took a deep breath. “Link, are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Link answered. “Ganondorf? What about you?”

“I’ve been thinking about this moment for years. I couldn’t be more ready.”

“Zelda?” Link turned to her. “Are you ready?”

Zelda opened her mouth to respond, but then she glanced at Ganondorf. He was regarding her with an intent expression. Link may not have fully understood what he was asking of her, but Ganondorf did, and he was clearly concerned about the decision she would make. If there was a time to turn back, it was now.

Zelda considered Link’s question. Was she ready?

It was very early in the morning of the day when she was to have been crowned as the newest queen of Hyrule, an event she had been preparing for her entire life. It was true that her castle was currently under siege, but this conflict could easily become an opportunity to establish herself as a strong monarch whose reign was marked by an auspicious beginning. By divine right, the Triforce belonged to her and her alone, and there was still time for her to claim it as her own. If she made a pure and selfless wish for the benefit of Hyrule, then it was entirely possible that she could become one of the greatest queens in history. When she was queen she could travel throughout her kingdom, bringing peace and prosperity to her subjects. Link could be her knight, and she might even be able to unite her people with the Gerudo by marrying Ganondorf.

Did she truly possess the courage to give all of that up, to relinquish all of the power and potential that she could achieve as a wise and compassionate ruler?

“Absolutely,” she assured them. “Let’s do this.”

( Link to Chapter 28: The Legend of the Queen )

[sarahburness]

Train Your Mind: Overcoming Negative Thoughts Is Half the Battle

“Believe you can and you’re halfway there.” ~Theodore Roosevelt

I could not find the bottom of the pool.

The task seemed simple enough: Wearing no more than twenty pounds worth of gear, swim to the bottom of an eight-foot pool, remove your gear, and swim back up.

My feet combed for something—anything—solid beneath me, to no avail. A shock of fear struck through my veins, clouding my head. Panic. I reached a point of sheer, utter, uncontrollable panic.

Panic is an interesting beast. It is designed to trigger the flight-or-fight mechanism in the human body; it is for survival at all costs. Yet, it tends to override any form of rationality. So, with twenty pounds dragging me down into the depths, I attempted desperately to swim back up to the surface.

In swimming, there are three places you can be and only one of which is dangerous. The first is above water, where you can breathe. The second is on the bottom, where you can use momentum to push yourself up. The dangerous one is in between. In purgatory. This is where I found myself.

I had not struggled with any aspect of training while at the U.S. Military Academy. I was not the smartest of the bunch, but I was a hard worker and I was willing to sacrifice sleep; this earned me decent grades. I was not the strongest, but I was willing to put in work every day at the gym; this earned me good physical stamina.

I had always heard about how everyone experiences a crucible event at the academy, during which they were stopped dead in their tracks and given two choices: give in, or do everything you can to claw and scratch your way to success. I, however, was complacent.

Time slowed down as I fought tooth and nail to reach the surface. When people are drowning and in a state of panic, they do what is called “shelfing.” It is a fruitless attempt to push the water below them with their arms to get their head to air.

I felt a moment of cold as my hand punched above the surface one last time, clawing for air, before my lungs began burning so badly that my body went limp. I watched the world around me begin to close to black. Pictures of my family and my life flipped across my thoughts like a film reel.

Just as I began to lose consciousness, a shepherd’s hook was thrust in my direction, pulling me to the surface, where I quickly clutched the side of the pool, panting, my heart pounding in my throat. I looked up at my combat survival swimming instructor, my eyes swirling with fear.

“Go in and do it again,” he said.

From that point on, this course became the bane of my existence. I writhed with anxiety before each session. I continued not to pass the swim tests. The dark cloud of failure lingered over my head. This was a mandatory class. If I failed, it put my graduation in jeopardy.

Here I stood, in the second semester of my junior year at West Point, with an enormous, unexpected mountain in front of me. This was my crucible. This was where I would rise or fall, and it would change the course of my existence.

It is important to mention that at this point, I had failed every single “survival gate.” I started going to every extra help session I could, continuously attempting to retest. It all seemed futile because the moment I began to sink in any capacity, my mind went into overdrive and the panic would set in. Once the panic set in, I was finished.

Buddha once said, “Rule your mind or it will rule you.” I was in good physical shape. I knew how to swim. This was not a question of capability; it was a question of mindset. And I had to fix it.

Up until this time in my life, I always used a brute force approach to challenges or adversities. I did not consider the mind as a muscle requiring growth and exercise, like the body. My mind had never acted against what my body and heart wanted to do. For the first time, I experienced uncontrolled thoughts that were influencing my actions.

Every time I attempted to swim, as soon as my hips would begin to drop under, or my head plunged beneath unexpectedly, my inner voice wailed, “It’s over. You are drowning.” Like clockwork, I would let my body become vertical, and I would sink beneath the surface, splashing desperately for the center ropes or the edge.

Something had to change. The water absorbed brute force like it was nothing, and it was more than willing to swallow me into its depths, no matter how much I flailed. I had to find a different way to stop myself from panicking.

I started small. I looked in the mirror before class, and told myself, “You can do this. You are strong.” I played motivational songs before class. I made a deliberate attempt to get myself excited, while inside, my stomach was squirming with dread.

Then one morning, while I was wearing my full kit and attempting to breaststroke across a twenty-five-meter lane, I felt my hips begin to sink. The flush of fear stung my cheeks, and my breathing became staggered.

“You are drowning! You cannot do it!” the voice of panic screamed in my head. I felt my shoulders go under. Then I could no longer breathe.

My eyes squeezed shut as my arms began to wave wildly. But, at that moment, my mind training seemed to kick in. “You are alright.” The small, timid words of reason attempted to push away the panic. “You can save yourself.”

I stopped flailing. I brought my arms to my sides and allowed myself to sink all the way to the bottom of the pool.

“You are okay.” I felt the bottom of the pool with my boots, and pushed as hard as I could against it, sending myself shooting upwards. With a gasp of relief, my head burst out of the water, and I swam to the end. I met the lifeguard’s eye; he had been waiting by the edge of the pool, ready to act.

“Hey, good job!” he told me with a smile. “You saved yourself!”

This was the beginning of a change. I could learn to challenge the negative thoughts.

From then on, when I swam with my gear, I repeated the mantra, “You are okay. You are okay.” When I jumped off the 6-meter diving board and plunged into the depths of the pool, I told myself, “You will make it.” When I slid down into the wave pool, head first, in my gear, clutching my rubber rifle to my chest, I said, “You will finish.”

The swell of panic that consistently grew in me could be quelled by this quiet, steady focus that simply refused to give up. In the end, I retested every single survival gate multiple times and finally scored the minimum requirements to pass the class—on the very last day.

This experience changed my outlook on life and myself. The mind is an incredible tool that you can train to accomplish amazing feats. It can be your worst enemy, or, with practice and understanding, your best weapon.

It is vital to realize that everyone—you included—will go through a crucible in life. It will be a defining moment during which you teeter on the bridge between triumph and defeat, and you will have the choice. That choice and the choices you make every time you are faced with a hurdle will build the habits that ultimately will come to define how you will live your entire life.

You cannot fully prepare for a crucible in life, no matter how much you try. It will sneak up on you, and it will grab you by the neck and pull you under if you let it.

The key lies in your way of thinking. Every single time I got in the water, I was filled with a sensation of impending doom. My internal monologue told me of certain failure. However, you can change your inner voice. Make a deliberate effort to tell yourself a different story than the one that has been drowning you. Change the way you speak to yourself. When your mind is right, your actions can follow.

This is not a story of becoming the most successful swimmer ever. I scraped by with a single mark above failing.

This is a story of training your mind, and making the deliberate decision to fight the negative monologue that has overpowered you. Whether it be a crucible of health, school, physical activity, sports, money –the first step toward overcoming is to convince yourself it is not only possible, but you will.

The negative thoughts are next to impossible to fully stop. Instead, you must train your mind to answer them with stronger positive thoughts. Learn to trust yourself through positive self-talk. This is not a skill to learn in a single day, but you can train yourself before your crucible strikes.

The best step you can possibly take for yourself at this very moment is to practice the subtle art of training your mind and thoughts. Meditate on it. When you hear yourself complaining, counter your negative thought with a positive one. Smile more often, even when you do not feel like it. Swallow fears and doubts, and go for it anyways. Compliment yourself daily. Practice gratitude and mindfulness.

Ask yourself the question, “Who do you want to be?” and use the answer to thwart any thoughts that keep you from becoming that person.

You do not have to let yourself drown to find your mental strength.

About Sarah Goodman

Sarah Goodman is an Armor Officer in the United States Military. She is a graduate of the United States Military Academy and a lover of dogs, fitness, the outdoors, and things that seem impossible. She is believer in meditation through fishing. Her fishing adventures can be found on her website, Gone Fishing Korea. Pictures can also be viewed on Instagram.

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