#next time tou hear if him hes dead

[sp4mja]

Btw I've been thinking about this for a while but the last time Ramón saw his dads together was in the funeral of his death siblings, Spreen threaten to kill Dapper in front of him, and this was literally like 8 months ago.

I can totally see why he's excited to have a new present and kind father figure in his life.

[soadawritesstuff]

Video games

Pairing: best friend!touya todoroki x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut with too much plot, fluff (?), Minors DNI, quirkless au, friends-to-lovers, unprotected sex, penetration, oral sex (fem. receiving), mild swearing, pet-names (doll, princess etc.), intoxication, alcohol consumption, reader isn't referred to by name, reader has female genetalia, probably some grammar mistakes

Synopsis: What was supposed to be a comfortable game-night with your best friend quickly took a drift as the drinking game Touya suggested leads to something way steamier

A/N: I don't know why and how this ended up this long but I had a bunch of fun with it. Also this turned out fluffier than intended, you're welcome lol. Of course all characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi. The banner is from the Manga Dengeki Daisy.

You were excited for this weekend. Not that you weren't excited for every other weekend as well, but you have been looking forward to seeing your best friend since he texted you a long awaited: "Hey, I finally got this weekend off, wanna hang?"

You haven't seen Touya in MONTHS, both his job and your schedule occupied too much time for a proper meet-up. Every time you planned something, a random emergency prevented it from happening: a curse that seemed to haunt the both of you.

So Touya and you agreed to just have a slow day, veg on his couch and play video games. Maybe watch a Ghibli movie as well. Anything else was too stressfull and neither of you had the energy to do something more elaborate. Both of you organised snacks (which were, of course ,already carefully chosen over text) and you brought games from home in case Touya didn't already have them.

At exactly 7pm you stood in front of your best friend's apartment door, knocking your usual knock-pattern the two of you created when you were kids. His doorbell didn't work and he was too busy but also too lazy to fix it, he wouldn't even contact his landlord about it.

You heard mufffled curses shortly after you knocked followed by rushed shuffeling which you presumed was Touya's attempt of quickly cleaning up. A notorious procrastinator as usual. The door openes and in front of you appears a slightly messy looking Touya in black sweats and a white shirt. A wide grin spreads on both of your faces as he steps forward to hug you.

His hugs were the bomb, you always felt so safe and warm whenever you hugged him. His cologne sneaks it's way up your nose as your face is comfortably smooshed against Touya's chest, a boyish chuckle escaping from the man that you call your best friend.

"I missed ya, you clown", his big hands ruffle your hair making you squeal as you shimmey out of his hug, your hands trying to fix what he so shamelessly destroyed.

"My haiiir, Touya you ASS"

"What, doesn't matter anyways, it's just me", a mischievous glint flickers in his eyes, "Or did you pretty yorself up just for me?". Not even 5 minutes in and he already got an eyeroll out of you.

"In your dreams, dirtface"

And with that you waste no time and march right into is apartment. You just hear a "yeah yeah" behind you but you will not give into his bs just yet.

You toss your sneakers next to the entrance and flop down on his comfy couch. So many mario kart sessions were held on that couch. Glorious victories and devastating losses.

"So, what are we playin'?", you hear Touya shifting around in the kitchen that is connected to the living-space.

"Mario Kart and whatever I have laying around", he carries the chips bag he just got over to the couch, already snatching one from the bag before you even got the chance to grab some.

A grin spreads on your face.

"Oh I will so kick your ass"

"big words for a loser"

"You are dead meat Tou"

And with that the two of you busy yourselves with cussing each other out and laughing, both of you blue-shelling the other countless times. Touya's winning tactic consits of trying to block your range of motion so dealing with him taking over all your couch-space made it hard for you to get a win.

After two hours both of you got bored, you played every track a billion times.

"I wish there was a new game-mode or something" you sat criss-cross on Touya's couch, head resting on his shoulder as he puts his controller to the side.

"How about we turn this into a drinking game?", you turn your head too look at him. He just smirks. The suggestion lingers in your mind for a few seconds.

"And how exactly would that work?"

"Hold on"

Touya swiftly makes his way to the kitchen. You hear glasses clinking and the fridge being opened. Shortly after your best friend returns with two shot glasses and a bottle of Vodka.

"Woahh, I haven't had a sip of alcohol in a year, ain't that a bit much?"

"Oh relax, you're gonna be fiiine", Touya puts the two shot glasses down in front of you on the couch-table.

"It's simple. We play rainbow road. Whenever someone falls down the track, they take a shot. First one to finish the race wins. Easy enough, right?"

"..I don't know Touya"

"You're just scared you're gonna lose", that mischievous look returns on his face.

"Am not!"

"Oh? What was that?", Touya begins to make chicken noises "I think I just heard a chicken"

"Stop it Touya!"

"There it was again, chicken." You try to swat him, unsuccessfully. "What's wrong chicken? You scared that you're gonna lose?Hm? HM?!"

"FINE", there was no way getting out of this one. Once Touya has an idea you basically already lost. It's not like you want to be a killjoy or boring, you just weren't sure what would happen if both of you were highly drunk. You weren't sure nothing would happen. And you didn't know what would happen to your friendship. Touya and you were always playfully flirty around each other and you would be lying if you said you didn't wish you were more than best friends sometimes.

But you couldn't lose your oldest and strongest friendship in your life. Everything was way too risky for your liking. But Touya's pain-in-the-assery left you no other choice.

You forgot all about your previous worries as soon as you started playing.

The first few rounds weren't too bad, you only fell off the evil rainbow-track a couple of times and even won one race. But with every round it got significantly harder, with every shot the track got even more evil. Touya fell off a good amount of times as well, but he seemed to be holding up much better than you.

.

You were laughing histerically as Touya fell off the track shortly before the finish line, allowing the Luigi NPC to win instead of him. Both of you lost count of how many shots you drank and how many rounds you actually played.

"Tou I am exhaustedddd"

"Jus' one more doll", Touya had swung his arm around you some time before this round but you honestly didn't remember when.

"Nah Tou, I can't anymoreee", Touya leans close tou your ear, squeezing you closer to him.

"Please doll, I promise 's the last one" his tired and gravelly voice slurred against the shell of your ear.

"I can't hold my 'ontroller right, I'll die if I fall off one more time"

"Y'don't have to play alone, w'can play together, see", he grabs your waist and shifts you between his criss-crossed legs, your back hitting his torso.

"Ya don't need to drink, I jus wanna play one last round", He loops his arms around your waist, putting his chin on top of your head and pulling you closer.

"Here, we'll play with my controller"

Touya pushes his controller into your hands, placing his on top of yours while his head still sat on top of yours.

He was so painfully close, your face turning hotter and hotter the longer you played. Him guiding your hands lazily while watching the track had something oddly comforting as well as feeling his heartbeat pressed against your back. Everything was just so warm and fuzzy, you didn't even notice the growing hard-on in your best friend's sweatpants.

It was only after you made the finish line that you felt a certain something poking your lower back. Holy crap.

"Touya.."

"Mmm?"

"I can feel you.."

Silence. He probably didn't immediately catch what you even meant.

"I mean your dick"

Oh.

His body shifts slightly, you can feel it even more now. Touya grabs your waist again, electricity rushing through your veins.

"Sorry doll, 's just what happens when your body is that close", his voice is just above a whisper by now. Touya's hot breath trickles your neck, all your hair stands on end.

"I just don't really know what to do" your voice left the chat long ago. You can't bring yourself to speak up, even now your words come out shaky.

"Do you want to do something?" Touya starts to nibble just behind your ear, freeing a whimper from your lips.

"Tou~..."

"If you wanna stop, y'gotta tell me now. Because I won't.."

You can't even think straight. Everything turned foggy and you don't know if it's Touya or the alcohol.

"I...don't want to stop"

"Good", his voice is barely audible yet so dominant.

Touya proceeds to place a trail of kisses down your neck, stopping at the base to leave a nasty hickey along the way. Your hands find his hair as Touya slowly starts to peel off the layers of your outfit, one-by-one. You turn around to face him, all of your garments on the floor except for your underwear.

The look in his eyes is swarmed with lust and something unreadable, that face of his is so incredibly close but something keeps you from connecting your lips to his. He places a hand onto the small of your back and lays you back-down onto the couch. Something about him hovering above you gives you the worst case of butterflies in your stomach, excitement and arousal bubbles up and spreads across your entire body.

Sitting on his knees, staring down at your exposed body, the white haired man pulls his shirt above his head, revealing just the silver chain around his neck and a trail of white pubic hair down his abdomen. He tosses the shirt aside and leans down, him now nestled between your legs and caging you with his arms on either side of your head.

"You don't know what you do to me, doll", you just hear the jingle of his necklace as he leans down, engulfed by him and his smell. The tension is intoxicating, his forehead on yours, heavy breathing. The heat radiating off of both your bodies.

"I wanted this for so long", you swallow, your tounge feels endlessly heavy. "Please..", you can only mouth that word.

His lips brush against yours, breath hitching. You need to dive deeper into him. You grab his head and let your lips crash together, both of you finally fusing into one. It's so strong, his lips taking control as he devours you with one passionate kiss. Your head spins. You've always imagined this moment yet it was never as intense as it really is.

You feel Touya's hands wander down your body, grazing your sides and gliding to your hips, where he slowly slides his fingers underneath your panties. Goosebumps follow everywhere he touches. Still mid-kiss, your panties are slid down and tossed across the room, followed by your bra. He finally breaks the kiss only to slide down your body and plant himself between you legs, eyes looking up and finding yours. The boyish grin on his face sends a shockwave through your body.

You are too dazed to react in any sort of way, glossy eyes just pleading for him to eat you out. His hungry gaze fuels the fire in your lower abdomen, causing heat to pool between your thighs. Touya dips down, carefully placing kisses and licks to your inner thighs and outer folds, diving deeper and deeper. The man has you squeaking and yelping in no-time.

You always knew he got around plenty yet it never hit you until now, his experience clearly showing as he licks every little crevice and circles your clit expertly. Your legs are shaking violently, somehow you're gonna crush his head between your thighs with your orgasm oh so close. Closer and closer until it suddenly rips through you, hands buried in his white hair as your whole body tenses up and then collapses right in front of the man that makes your world crash down. It's like a supernova exploded right inside your mind, everything goes blank. Nothing but euphoria.

You've never experienced a climax that overwhelming before, you can't stop shaking while tears roll down your eyes.

"Shhh, woah, it's ok, it's ok" Touya's voice calms you as he brushes your tears away with his thumb.

"Are you alright? We can stop if you need a break", you slowly calm down from your high and take his hand to press a kiss against his palm.

"I'm good Tou, just...need a second" you try to supress the sniffles while you wait for your nervous system to rebuild itself again. A few seconds pass by when you finally collect yourself.

"wanna keep going", you smile softly.

"As you say, princess".

With a quick peck to the cheek and a squeeze to your thigh, Touya sits up to slide his dark sweats and boxers down. His length is impressive yet not monstrous. The nice curvy shaft and pretty pink tip make your mouth water, you didn't know a dick can be this pretty.

Your awestruck gaze makes Touya chuckle as he pumps himself a couple of times before positioning himself between your legs again.

"One last chance to stop"

You place your hand on the side of his face as he leans forward. "I want this Touya, please", and with a passionate kiss your once-best-friend slowly slides into your messy folds, stretching you out so deliciously you could've cum just from that.

After some adjusting, the both of you start to settle for a slow but balls-deep rythm, moaning into each other with hands and lips everywhere. After some shifting and re-positioning Touya eventually finds that one special spot that makes you scream his name like a damn prayer, hitting it over and over again.

You clamp down, the sensation too much when he reaches down to fondle your clit. After a few more thrusts you collapse again, this orgasm even stronger than the first one. Your eyes meet Touya's as he fucks you through your orgasm, dick twitching and gaze clouded with so many emotions at once. "Fuck, princess you squeeze...so..hard", with that he fills you up to the brim, cum shooting into your still convulsing walls. You remain like this for a couple of minutes to come down from both your earth-shattering orgasms.

Touya just collapses on top of you, still inside you but too tired to do anything about it. He hugs you tightly.

"You are..so amazing doll"

You are both still slightly out of breath as you fall into a deep sleep with you in Touya's arms. You forgot to turn off the Tv, the dim light shining on both of your intertwined bodies.

[liahaslosthermind]

Betrayal Part 2|| Azriel x reader

Pairing: Azriel x reader, Rhysand x reader (past)

Pronouns used for reader:

Angst-fluff-hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentions of death

Summary: Azriel was determined to get you back, even if no one agreed with him.

A/N: Sorry it's been a moment, but I hope this part 2 meets your expectations!! Part 3 coming soon :)

Word count: >1k

He knew he shouldn’t be messing with this type of stuff. When he was a child and got to spend the little time he got with his mother, she would tell him stories about magic like this. About fae so broken and upset about losing the one they loved that they had given anything they could to be with them again. Resurrecting the dead for the sake of having their lover back. He would ask his mother if the stories were true, resurrection seemed impossible. 

“There is always a truth in fairy-tales, Az” was all she would reply with.

He was about to see just how much truth there was.

It probably wasn’t right. Who was Azriel to play fate and bring you back. Even if this were one of the fairy-tales his mother told him, you still weren’t his lover. It seemed unfair and selfish to bring you back after you suffered enough. Why not just let the eternal peace promised in death keep you. But he couldn’t. He needed you and he realized he would do anything to bring you back. 

But he had finally done it. You hadn’t even been put in the ground before he had succeeded, and thank The Mother for that, it would have been much more complicated to bring you back if you had already had a proper burial. Azriel had thought he would feel different after succeeding, thought a part of him would have that sinking feeling that he had done something very, very bad, but he didn’t feel that. Instead, seeing you laying there, breathing for the first time in days, he felt this overwhelming need to shelter you forever, keeping you safe even if it meant you two would never be separated, especially if it meant you two would never be separated. 

But before Az could do anything, a very, very angry Madja burst into the door. He hadn’t called her knowing whatever she would say, or yell, would not be in favor of what he was doing.

“How did you-”

“Call it a healer’s intuition, I felt that you had done something very wrong and came running.” She replied. When she saw you, she was in shock. A few hours ago she was getting your body ready for a proper funeral, and now you were laying there, unconscious, but breathing. “What did you do, Shadowsinger?”

He could hear the fear in her voice. He understood it, somewhat, he had done something he definitely shouldn’t have, but yet he didn’t feel that fear, or worry, he didn’t feel any regret. 

After a thorough examination, to Madja’s surprise, it seemed you had no reason not to wake up and she told Az, after what was probably the angriest lecture she had ever given, just that, and to never try something like this, the fates are better left not messed with. She had also told him to get back home and rest, the past few days spent trying to bring you back had left Azriel in a… disheveled state to say the least. She promised to look after you until he came back, but made him promise not to come back until he had cleaned himself, eaten, and rested a bit. He agreed and felt the burning sensation of the new tattoos on his back because of it. He hadn’t wanted to but he realized there was no point in further arguing with the woman. 

He was miserable. Forced to sit with the rest of the Inner Circle at lunch in order to fulfill his promise to the stubborn healer, he watched as Rhys sat at the head of the table, Feyre right next to him, in the seat you were always sat in. He hadn’t seen Rhysand since he screamed at him to get away from you and tensions had certainly not settled since then, not that Azriel cared much for how the High Lord felt. He could tell that Rhysand was in distress, and while that might have made Az feel better, to see your death hurt him, every smile that adorned his face when Feyre would offer a comforting touch made Azriel hate him even more. 

Every attempt at a conversation with Azriel, whether it be from Cassian, Mor, or even Elaine, was shot down by one pointed glare from Az. He had no reason to be mad at them, but he also would rather focus on eating and brooding so he could get back to you. But as he began to get up from the table, Madja came rushing in.

“She is awake,” She said hurriedly, “I left her with some of my apprentices, but she is asking questions that only you may be able to answer, Shadowsinger.”

“Who is awake? What is going on?” Feyre asked.

“You didn’t think to fill them in on your plans to raise the dead did you?” Madja asked Az. At this, everyone seemed to stop moving, stop breathing. The silence seemed to last forever, till the sound of a chair scratching the ground as it was pushed back broke it. 

“What does she mean, Azriel?” The tone the High Lord spoke in could have brought Cassian to tears, but Azriel had bigger things to worry about then how he was being spoken to.

[lorilane33]

Best Friends

A/N: OH MY GODS HI GUYS!! I am indeed still alive. So it’s been a minute. Or five. Or... closer to three years lol anyway. @jobean12-blog @beccaanne814 and @musings-of-a-rose here this lovely thing is. :) I’m so nervous to be posting again, especially for a fandom like The Last of Us. But, Tommy Miller has give me brain rot, so here we are. I’m going to stop rambling now, so please be nice lol

Summary: A day in the park with your bestie Tommy takes an interesting turn. 

Word Count: 1,369

Warnings: Not a single one. Other than Tommy Miller himself because that man’s southern charm KILLS MEEEEEE. dead. so dead.

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Tommy has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. The two of you are thick as thieves, spending all your free time together and the two of you usually end up escaping the world for a while.  

On this particular afternoon the two of you are at a park Tommy had come by on one of his runs earlier in the week. He had insisted he show it to you the next time you two hung out, and that you would love it. The two of you are currently laying in the grass, watching the clouds go by and just catching up with each other.

You roll your eyes and continue your rambling about a coworker who’s been frustrating you at work. “… she’s just really been pissing me off recently, Tommy! It’s like she’s trying to get herself fired at this point, but the administration hasn’t done anything to get rid of her. It’s a never ending cycle at this point.” You finish with a huff, crossing your arms in frustration. 

Tommy, who is normally ready with advice or another appropriate response to whatever it is you’re talking about, is far quieter than usual after one of your rants. In fact he’s not really acknowledging that you’d been talking at all. 

Curious as to what has been holding his attention,  you turn toward him and joke, “Tommy, are you even paying atten-” only to find his dark chocolate brown eyes already gazing at you intently. His lips are split into a grin, just wide enough to bring his dimples and laugh lines out of hiding.  Giggling, you reach up and poke a finger into his left cheek. “Hey, Tommy. You okay over there?” 

Chuffing softly, Tommy blinks and playfully pulls away from you, and looks away. Suddenly he seems nervous, and he gives you a quick fake smile to placate your curiosity. “Yeah, everything is great. Why wouldn’t it be?” 

As he turns away from you, the sun catches in his hair and you think to yourself, ‘My god, he looks so handsome right now.’ Immediately you scold yourself for thinking such thoughts about Tommy, the guy who’s supposed to be your best friend. 

Glancing at him briefly to make sure he hasn’t looked back at  you yet, you let your eyes roam over his features. The sun is doing wonders for his freckles, contrasting beautifully with his bronzed skin. Realizing just how handsome your best friend, your fingers itch to run through those dark curls of his and mess them up. 

Furrowing your brow, you suddenly feel a tension between the two of you you’ve never felt before. Hoping to rid the situation of the newfound weirdness you let yourself gently grab his chin and turn his face back around to you. When he finally makes eye contact with you again, you ask him more gently, “Tommy, are you sure everything’s okay? You know you can tell me anything, right?” 

He swallows hard enough you hear it, and you see him building up the courage to tell you whatever it is that’s on his mind. Finally he exhales, seeming to have found the courage  he was looking for. Smiling his cheeky Tommy Miller smile at you, he answers,` “it’s nothin’, darlin’, I promise. It’s just… I mean… you’re so beautiful when you’re angry. I couldn’t help but stare.” 

 As he finishes, he slowly brings his hand up and gently begins to run the backs of his knuckles against your cheek. Your cheeks warm under his attention, and you gasp as you feel his hand make contact and your eyes flutter at the sensation; his touch is completely familiar and completely new to you at the same time. “Tommy. What are you do-“ 

“If you stop me now, I won’t be able to finish, sweetheart. Please, lemme finish this.”  Your jaw drops a little as he cuts you off, and you try to wrap your mind around what he’s saying. Tommy notices, smirks, and quickly picks up where he left off. “We’ve been friends for so long, and I wouldn’t be close to where I am now if it weren’t for you.” 

He gently turns his hand that’s caressing your cheekbone to cup your face with it. Tears prickle in your eyes as you lean into the contact. He chuckles continuing, “I don’t even know when I realized the love I have for you went deeper than a platonic friendship, but now that I have I can’t imagine not telling you. You have the kindest, most beautiful soul I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, sweet girl. The way you go out of your way to be kind to everyone even when you’ve had a rough day never ceases to amaze me.” 

You realize he’s looking at you like he’s seeing you for the first time, and you bring your own hand up to rest on his, encouraging him to keep going. He doesn’t fail you. “God, I could spend hours counting the various shades in your eyes and never tire of it. Words will never be enough for how much I love you.” A stray tear falls down your cheek, and he lovingly brushes it away as his lips quirk.

“Darlin, are you getting emotional on me? I can’t quite tell if this is good crying or the type of crying you do before you let me down easy. Please, just let me go lick my wounds in pea-“ 

“Tommy!” You say with a grin. Shaking your head at his shenanigans, you continue. “You.. are so dumb. I love you too, and I can’t wait to kiss you.” Before he can make some sassy rebuttal, you close the distance between the two of you and gently press your lips to his.

The moment your lips touch, a feeling of being home takes over the two of you. Tommy brings his other hand up to cup your face in both his hands completely. You drop your hand to his chest, lightly gripping his shirt in your hand. Gentle pecks and whispered words of love between new lovers eventually become more urgent.

One of his hands drops to your waist, pulling you closer into his embrace. You feel his tongue gently swipe across your bottom lip, asking permission and you moan in response. 

Suddenly Tommy’s invading your mouth, making you question why you’d ever waited this long to be with him. When you decide to nibble his bottom lip, he groans in response, his hand on your waist dropping to your ass, firmly gripping it and pressing you even harder into him. The two of you continue kissing as Tommy leans up on an elbow and just enough over you to take charge of the kiss.

After a few more minutes, Tommy reluctantly pulls away from you, breathing tearing in and out of both your chests as he does. You look at him in confusion, wondering why he’s decided to stop. “Why’d you stop, Tommy? Things are just getting good,” you wink at him and graze your hand down his toned chest towards his belt buckle. 

Before you venture too far south his hand reaches up to stop you. The smile he gives you in return reminds you just how breathtakingly handsome he is, and you lean in to place another kiss on his lips, but he reaches out and stops you. 

Instead, he brings your forehead down and places a gentle kiss there. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m going to remember this moment forever. If I don’t stop kissing you now, I won’t have the strength to stop.” 

“And that’s a problem, big boy?” You pull away to look up at his lips, smiling lazily at him in response. He groans once more before answering you.

“Absolutely, honey. Now. Mama raised Joel and I to be gentlemen, and she’d skin me alive if I even thought about taking you for the first time out in broad daylight.” He says with conviction.  “If we’re going to do this, we’re going back to my place where I can take you apart the way I want to.” His eyes gleam with mischief as he looks at you. “So. What do you say?” 

[vampyrsutton]

SSD Day 5~From the Sky~Scales

Summary:

Half-Dragon!Dabi recognizes a familiar face from his time as Touya and decides to see if the spark's still there.

Ao3 Tags:

Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Riding, Dragon Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Harpy Takami Keigo | Hawks, Mile High Club, Rimming, Dragon biology, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has a Big Dick, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Scales Instead of Scars, Possessive Behavior, Mating Bites, Takami Keigo | Hawks is a Little Shit, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Flying Sex, Background Relationships, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms

Notes:

Loosely based on this TikTok I did.

‘Still a poser, huh, bird brain?’ Dabi thinks to himself from where he sits with his crew across the bar, watching some Royal Knights ham it up. 

Among those Knights, sits a face he hasn’t seen since his hair was white and his skin smooth, and has his dragon rearing to the surface in a mixture of rage and the still lingering interest. 

Keigo Takami.

Or Hawks now apparently.

Fucking Council drone. 

“What do you think, air fryer?” Shigaraki’s rasp breaks through his bitter train of thought to bring him back to the present and whatever conversation the fools were having.

“Huh? What’d you say, crusty?” Dabi hums around his drink, having to be careful not to spill it on himself while also keeping his scales hidden. 

“The bird Knight.” Shigaraki huffs, ignoring the shot. “Rumor has it he’s a complete playboy. Think any of us have a chance?”

Dabi hums in thought, eyes focusing on Hawks once more and taking in all the little tells that the Commission probably didn't notice enough to beat out of him. Even having the bartender flirt with him had him looking ready to crawl out of his skin. Birdie was still a hopelessly awkward virgin. 

Dabi briefly wonders if he can change that.

“None of you, no.” Dabi finally answers, watching a secondary feather harden in discomfort when the bartender touches his arm playfully. “But...” Dabi downs his drink. “If he wasn’t a Council snake, I might know a way.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Shigaraki sneers, leaning in to get a better look at Dabi’s half-hidden face. “And what would that be?”

Dabi thinks back to all the longing looks and harpy courting behaviors Hawks had sent his way when they were still Keigo and Touya back in Knight training that he had pretended to be oblivious to, and wonders if any of that is still there. His half-dragon heritage had started to flare up at that point and he hadn’t wanted to drag Kei down with him but said dragon also never forgot the one it wanted to claim as his mate.

What would happen if he tried?

‘Shut up, you stupid lizard.’ Dabi growls to his dragon. ‘He’s a Knight. The Council’s probably broken him beyond repair. Kei’s probably as dead as Touya.’

‘ But how do we know ?’

Dabi stews with that for another moment before stealing Shigaraki’s drink to down as well and throwing them a devilish smirk. “Watch and learn, Dusty. Maybe you and your own lizard will finally stop dancing around each other.”

He snickers to himself as the sounds of Shigaraki and Spinner sputtering excuses follow him to the bar under the guise of getting another drink. 

“Excuse me.” He mutters as he raises his body temperature so the other Knights blocking the bar will move until he’s standing next to the half-harpy. 

“Behind you, pretty bird.” He hums in a low rumble that has feathers puffing just as they used to when his voice first started doing that. “Another ale please.” He asks the bartender with a sly smirk.

“Tou-no it can’t be...” Dabi hears Hawks whisper so quietly that he wouldn’t have heard him if it weren’t for his dragon hearing.

He makes some low whistling-chirping sound that Keigo had taught him years ago and hears the Knight gasp before he curses as he’s suddenly rushed out of the tavern and pinned against an alley wall by furious talons.

“You were alive, asshole?!” Hawks growls, trying to seem intimidating despite how his wings tremble behind him in hurt. 

“Hello to you, too, pretty bird.” Dabi smirks, pulling his talons back with his own claws. “See you’re doing well for yourself.”

Pupils pin at the show of strength, but Hawks still bares his fangs at the half-dragon. “Yeah, doing great. Number 2 actually, but we were supposed to be up here together . What the fuck happened to you?” 

Dabi raises an eyebrow before letting his pupils slit, eyes turn feral, and showing off fangs and forked tongue which, in turn, moves his cloak down enough to show off his scales. He growls when Hawks steps away in shock and the sound is anything but human.

“In case the claws didn’t give it away, I became a freak. Seriously think the Council would let me anywhere near a ranking chart?” Dabi huffs, letting the draconic features that he could control return to human. “My own father wouldn’t let me back in the house. I’m half-shifted to stay alive because he burned and mauled me in his attempt to get rid of the abomination he created.” 

Hawks makes a series of enraged bird noises before his eyes widen in horror. “He said you ran away...I comforted that fucking fool!”

Dabi sneers, the growl starting back up. “The only thing I ran away from was him, and I didn’t even do it. He left me for dead woods and some wizard and his alchemist pet snatched up my dying corpse. So sorry I didn’t want anything to do with the Knights after that though.”

There’s more enraged trilling before Hawks is in his face again with a feral look in his eyes. “You’ll be perfect for my case then.”

It’s Dabi’s turn to step back in shock now. “What are you talking about, birdie.”

“Wanted the rest of the story out of you, Hot Stuff.” Hawks smirks. “You really thought they could fool a harpy’s senses with such shitty lies and half-truths? Their heartbeats alone gave them away, but the scent of you burning that clung to him for weeks after almost got me put down.” He admits with a threatening chitter. 

Dabi’s eyes widen and he suddenly decides Hawks doesn’t need to know this was supposed to be a quick fuck to prove a point as his dragon rumbles happily at how strong his mate has become. “Have you been plotting chaos, pretty bird?” He smirks.

“Enough to make you proud even from the other side, Touya.” Hawks grins proudly. 

“Mmm, yeah no, Dabi now. That name died with me.” Dabi mutters with a sneer. “Glad I get a front-row seat then. What planning to dethrone the speciest piece of shit holding number one first?” 

Hawks snorts. “Cremation? Really? Fine, Dabi then.” He snickers before smirking. “I plan to expose him. I already have three very angry dragons on my side, and once he’s been destroyed socially, I’ll destroy the Council that let him get away with it and their precious rankings so he can sit in the fact that he destroyed himself and his family for absolutely nothing and can stew in that as he rots in a jail cell where he belongs.”

Dabi’s pupils are back to slits as he rumbles in delight and pulls the half-harpy in for an absolutely filthy kiss that he should have given into almost a decade ago. He kisses the birdie like he plans to steal the breath from his lungs, but he has one more question to ask when they come up for air. 

“Why?”

Hawks clicks as though insulted as his own talons dig into surprisingly soft black hair and grab one of the horns he’s surprised to find hiding there to pull him into another equally filthy kiss. “Mine.” He chitters, pupils completely lost in a sea of fierce gold that pin feral turquoise in place. “My bird claimed you first and the rest agreed that even if you had never returned our affections, I would stay by your side and fight for you forever. You were never getting rid of me if I had known you were alive.”

A low growl builds in Dabi’s chest before, suddenly, leathery wings burst from his back and they’re taking off into the air and devouring each other with a decade’s worth of buried emotions that are finally getting to come to the surface and have a claim to stake.

“Fuck, pretty bird,” Dabi growls as deadly fangs nip at Hawks’ lower lip. “Should’ve accepted your courting back then. Could’ve added you to my hoard and draped you in all the pretty riches I could find as you deserve. Gold chains inlaid with rubies and a pretty leather collar with an aquamarine, so you remember who you belong to when you go flying. You’d look so pretty draped across my furs.” He rambles, long forked tongue dominating the harpy’s mouth between promises. “So perfect.”

Hawks chitters and trills in delight as he does his best to return the kiss, but ultimately lets Dabi do as he pleases while he works on the half-dragon's gods forsaken three belts to get in his pants and bats his own wings to get them a little further from the town, even if they are fairly high up. “As long as I get to cover you in just as much shiny shit, you can do whatever you want.” He pants when given a moment to breathe.

The image encourages Dabi to start kissing, biting, and sucking his way down Hawks’s neck to stake his claim as he makes quick work of the birdie’s own belt and pants, smirking at the annoyed huff his ease gets out of his little hopeful mate. “Relax, birdie. You learn how to use your claws when you don’t have the money to pay for new pants.” He teases.

He can’t help but laugh at how the birdie’s wings puff up in annoyance even as he does his best to make his own marks in the dragon’s tough skin. 

A glance down shows them to be far enough away from the town to not be charged with indecent exposure so Dabi smirks before ripping a squawk out of Hawks when he hoists him up for easy access to his leaking dick and a forked tongue darts out to lick his lips. “Hold the horn if you need to.” He warns before wrapping his tongue around Hawks’ dick completely and taking him down his throat with a rumple that makes Hawks squawk at the vibrations. 

“Fu-Dabi! Shit! More! Shit, please!” Hawks trills, wings fluttering behind him as he holds onto Dabi’s horns for dear life. 

Dabi smirks around the length in his mouth as he carefully inches the harpy’s pants down further and retracts his claws. He pulls back enough to uncoil his tongue from around Hawks’ cock before taking it down his throat again and letting the tongue sneak out to prod at the harpy’s hole to make him chirp again.

“Da-bi!” Hawks moans, squirming and chirping at the stimulation. “How?” 

Dabi just looks up at him, the smirk obvious in his eyes as a suddenly claw-free hand takes advantage of the spit now slicking Hawks’ hole to slip a finger in to join the tongue and get more pretty bird song from the trembling Knight. 

“Fuuu-“ Hawks shudders. “You're gonna ki-kill me- shit!” 

Dabi rolls draconic eyes at the dramatics before going back to his self-assigned task of getting the birdie needy and open to take his cock. Completely impractical this high in the air, but his dragon demands it and for once he’s not gonna argue. 

“Cl-close! Shit, Dabi, I’m close!” Hawks whines and coos and he shakes in the dragon’s strong grip. 

Dabi just raises an eyebrow, his only response being to swallow around the head when it hits the back of his throat and nudges a bundle of nerves with three fingers that he's managed to work inside the harpy’s hole. 

Hawks lets out a pretty little chirping, trilling noise, and his wings sharpen as he cums hard down the dragon’s throat, his hold on purplish black horns probably being the only thing keeping him upright. 

Dabi smirks as he pulls his head back with a pop, mischief-filled turquoise looking up into hazy gold. “Think I can get another one out of you?” 

Hawks blinks, panting heavily for a moment before he nods and whines as Dabi pulls his fingers out. 

“Trust me enough to reach into my pocket for oil?” Dabi asks.

Hawks flushes a pretty pink as a feather chooses that moment to catch up with them and deposit a vial of oil onto Dabi’s chest. “About that…”

Dabi lets out a pleased rumble as he situates Hawks lower on his body for balance so he can uncork the vial and pour some on his fingers to make sure Hawks is open enough before reaching behind Hawks further to pour a generous amount on his own cock. 

“I’ll take you apart plenty later, but I’m afraid our current positions means you’ll have to do most of the work unless you want to take a tumble through the air.” Dabi hums, at least helping Hawks scoot himself back to line up. 

“Don’t care.” Hawks chirps, talons digging into scales for support as he gets himself lined up. “Thought I’d never get to do this. You could have bent me over a dumpster for all I care.” Gold eyes narrow at the dragon’s snort. “Do not fuck me over a dumpster.” 

Dabi can’t help but laugh at the birdie’s sudden seriousness even as he smirks up at fierce eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it, birdie. You’re at least worth the royal dumpster.” He teases, laughing more when he gets whacked. 

“How did you become even more of an a-AH-ass! Fuuuck!” Hawks moans when he’s suddenly pulled down on Dabi’s cock and warbles with how full he suddenly feels with it only halfway in. 

“Trauma does shit to people.” Dabi shrugs, loosening his grip now so Hawks can set the pace. “Now I believe you had a claim to stake?” 

Gold eyes pin once more and rake over unclaimed skin as though trying to calculate how to change that without breaking a tooth on scales before deciding to figure that out when they get there. With this decision in mind, Hawks braces his hands on Dabi’s stomach to give himself leverage as he attempts to sink down further with a chirp. 

By the time he has it all in him, his arms are shaking and his wings are trembling as he lets out a constant stream of overwhelmed chirps that have Dabi rumbling deep in his chest in arousal. 

“Too much, pretty bird?” Dabi growls, reaching a once again clawed hand to caress Hawks’ straining cock and lightly press down on the slight bulge of the harpy’s stomach where his cock is stuffing him nice and full.

“Full.” Hawks chirps quietly with a wobbly smile. “Guess the dragon genes really took over, huh?” 

“Oh, you have no idea.” Dabi chuckles lowly. “Wait ‘til I cum, pretty bird. You’ll probably have to go home after this with how much will be leaking out of you. Filling you completely and letting anyone with a nose knows just who you belong to.” A smirk. “And you’re in for a real trip come winter.”

Hawks flushes beneath his shirt at the implications, wings fluttering in their effort to help get him moving. “Fuck, Dabi.”

“That is the plan, yes,” Dabi smirks, chuckling when a wing whacks him. “Need some help, pretty bird?”

“Yes. Please. Fuck, there’s so much.” Hawks whines, moaning when Dabi’s grip tightens to pull him up slowly, cursing at how tight the harpy is before pulling him back down and making both moan loudly.

It takes them a few times, but eventually, Hawks gets his bearings enough to start trying to help. By now, though, Dabi has already realized that he can definitely fuck up into the birdie in this position and it isn’t long before Hawks is once again boneless, chirping and moaning as he lets himself be used.

“Fuck, birdie.” Dabi growls from where his mouth is hovering close to Hawks’ shoulder, ready to claim. “So fucking tight. You’re going to drive me insane. Such a perfect little mate, aren’t you?”

Hawks moans, wings puffing up at the praise as he finally finds a spot he thinks should be soft enough to mark. “Big. Good mate. Filling me up.” He chirps.

Dabi’s rumbling picks up as his speed does and it isn’t long until Hawks is babbling about being close again. “Right behind you, pretty bird.” He growls. “Cum whenever you want, I’m right behind you.”

Hawks lets out a warbling moan as he cums a second time, talons digging into the half-dragon's human skin as he bites into the soft spot he found and his wings puff out. The chirps turn into a content almost purring noise as he lets Dabi continue, sated himself and now just wanting his new mate to cum.

Dabi groans loudly as Hawks tightens around him with his orgasm and makes his hips stutter as it drags him over the edge. He muffles a roar by leaving his own bite on the harpy’s shoulder as he starts filling him with rope after rope of cum that has him squirming with how full it leaves him. 

“Da-…bi…” Hawks eventually whines. “Too much.” 

Dabi just runs his claws down Hawks' back in what he hopes is a calming gesture as he licks the new bite and waits to stop cumming. 

“Dabiiii!” Hawks pouts instead. 

“I warned you. Now it’s either in you or on some poor traveler’s head.” Dabi chuckles as he basks in the post-orgasm brain fog. “It’ll stop soon.”

“You are so lucky I don’t have any eggs.” Hawks huffs even as he relents to laying on Dabi’s still-clothed chest as the half-dragon starts taking them to the alley. He wraps his feathered wings around them for modesty's sake. 

Dabi crowds Hawks against a wall once they’re on the ground for support so he can pull out and his pupils slit when his cum starts leaking out of Hawks’ utterly abused hole. 

“Fuck, birdie. Think a feather can hold that in or do I need to eat you out a second time?” Dabi growls, tilting his head predatorily. 

Hawks hisses in sensitivity when his cock tries to twitch at the thought. “Feather should get me home.” He decides before giving a little smirk. “I might need some help from there though.”

Dabi rumbles deep in his chest once more as he plucks a loose feather. “Let me say my goodbyes real quick, and I’ll be more than happy to take you apart properly.”

Dabi makes quick work of refastening his pants and belts before hurrying inside and slamming the feather down in front of Shigaraki with a wicked smirk that his disheveled appearance backs up. “Let me know if you need date night recommendations. Got some good connections now for you two to get your shit together.” He chuckles before throwing a wave over his shoulder. “See you tomorrow, losers!”

His friends just stare at the feather in disbelief.

“How in the fuck?” Is the general consensus that night.

[afro-hispwriter]

The Dauphins Wife

The King

The Dauphin x Spanish!Reader

Summary- He was your Louis(The Dauphin Robert played)

Warnings- major character death, angst

A/n- I just watched the King and even though Robert wasn't in the movie as much I still want to wrote something for The Dauphin

wc- 1.3k

-

"If anything happens, make sure mi love is safe." He tells guards stationed beside you.

"You are fighting?" You ask in the best english you could muater and stood up. He brought his gloved hands up to your face and leaned down to kiss you.

"I am my beautiful, I must." He placed a hand on your swelling belly and kissed your again. "Je t'aime mon étoile(I love you my star)." He then leaned down and kissed your belly through the fabric. "Je vous aime tous les deux(I love the both of you)." 

"Te amo(I love you)." You say and he separates from you. You watched as he hopped on a horse and slide the helmet over his head, he gave you one last look and began his way down to the battle. The battle slowly stopped and they opened a pathway for your husband and the guards. 

After that everything went by so quick. 

He had gotten off his horse and thats what you lost view of him. Seconds later, there was cheering, and it was not from your side. 

"No." You whispered and ran down the hills. The guards were chasing you, trying to get you back. When you reached the crowd you started pushing through all of them. Some men almost drew their weapons but didn't once they saw who was trying to get pass. They had cleared a path as you got there. King Henry watched you emerge and immediately felt guilt wash over him. Even though he didn't kill The Dauphin, but he ordered his men too. 

Hal saw you that first night. You sat next your Husband as the two of them spoke, you would smack his shoulder everytime he said something out of world. But he was shocked when the Dauphin told him you were his wife. You were quite that night, just listening and Hal didn't miss the way The Dauphin placed a hand on your belly after speaking. He now sees why.

"Mi Amor(My love)!"Everyone saw you run to the body of the Dauphin and fall to your knees. You immediately removed his helmet and brought your hand to your face at the sight. His eyes were wide open, he had blood coming out of the sides of his mouth(most likely from coughing it up)and blood oozing from his nose.

You grabbed his limp hand and gripped it tightly. You raised another hand to close his eyes. Tears started streaming down your cheeks, you didn't even notice all the soldiers moving around, checking the wounded or taking weapons. 

"My Lady." You here an English accent and look up. "Words can't describe how sorry I am." It was King Henry, any wife who loved her husband would be furious, but you just couldn't. 

"Can you take me back to King of France? Please its all I ask for." You said the best way you could. All he did was nod at you then at his men. Minutes later there was a wagon pulled by horses and English men stepping close to you so they could grab your husband. You watched them place his limp body in the back and you followed, not bothering to take the hand that was offered to help you up.

-

When you arrived to the castle the King and Catherine were outside. 

"Oh my dear son." You hear Charles cry and ran to the wagon. A guard stepped close to you and held his hand out to help you down.

"I need to tend to his body." You tell Catherine as she sniffles.

"We have people who do that, you must lay down and rest, this is not good for the baby." 

"It needs to be me." You straighten yourself out and begin your way into the castle.  You tell the maids to transport his body down below where they tend to the dead members of the royal family, no matter where they reside. Once they brought him you told them all to leave. His body was covered by a white sheet and a cross in the middle. You slowly brought it back and took In the new features. 

He was pale. To pale for your liking. You remembered all the times he'd stay in his chancery(office) and you'd scold him for being inside to much and he'd go outside with you(reluctantly), and he enjoyed it so much.

"I can't wait for our baby to be here love, so we can enjoy days like this all the time." He says as he lays in your lap and kissed your belly.

"Te Amo(I love you)." You tell him and he smiles and reaches up to kiss you. 

"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me." He whispers.

"Estoy feliz de haberte conocido(I'm happy to have met you)." He was only able to pick up a few words but judging by your smile it was a good thing. 

Tears fell down your face making it hit the armor. You immediately started undoing all the buckles and zippers of all the armor until it was just the under gown. 

"Oh mi amor por que nos dejaste, se suponia que tuvieramos juntos por siempre(Oh my love why did you leave us, we were supposed to be together forever)." You rested your forehead against his cold one and started to cry, louder and harder than you did on the field. 

"My lady." You hear and you whip around. It was King Henry again.

"King Henry." You said sternly and wipe your eyes with the back of your hand then reach over to the water basin and squeeze the water out of the small towel. 

"I just want to again, apologize for what happened, and if there is anything you need I'll do it or get it done." You didn't look at him just sighed and spoke.

"Me and louis were planning on leaving the royal life just after the baby was born, we were just going to take money and move outside the boarders of France and into Spain, buy a little house for the three of us. But because you men only think with your cojnones(balls) instead of trying to down to the true problem non of this would have happened. Mi esposo{My husband) would still be here." You wiped the blood from around his mouth and when it dripped down his neck. "So no, I do not need anything from you, now please leave." You continued cleaning and prepping your husband but just as Henry was about to leave you stopped him. "Oh and King, my husband nor the King of France sent that letter I know that for a fact, maybe you should start looking at your own people." 

He looked back at you in confusion but slowly nodded his head before leaving. 

-

The funeral for The Dauphin was small, only family and close friends attended. Once he was buried you left, the only person who received a goodbye was Catherine. After that you were off on a wagon with money and essentials back to Spain. You bought a tiny house, and since you were still a princess in Spain they didn't question it. 

You had baby girl named Paola. It was the name you had agreed upon if it were to be a girl.

"I like the name Paola, it sounds sweet but has a touch of fierceness in it." He says and you nod.

"Would you like it to be a girl?' Most men of his power would prefer if their first born was a boy, which is why it came as a shock.

"I truly don't care love, but a little girl would be nice." 

You kissed her tiny head and drew her back to admire her. 

She looks so much like him it hurts, but you already love her so much.

"You're so beautiful Paola, your papa would've adored you."

[lovesickdeathpoetry]

Phantom Racer

Phantom Racer TWRP feat. The Protomen 

C’est une superbe soirée alors que nous nous préparons à commencer la course It's a beautiful evening here as we get ready to start the race

Les pilotes sont au départ et on dirait que nous sommes presque prêts The drivers are at the line and it looks like we're almost set

Pilotes, allumez vos moteurs Racers, start your engines

Partez! Go!

- ♪♬♪ -

Qu’est-ce que c’est? Une voiture mystère vient d’entrer dans la course What's this? A mystery car has just entered the race

Et elle arrive par derrière And he's coming from behind

Comme une balle! Like a bullet!

Cette fois je peux pas ralentir I can't slow down this time

Faut que je passe à la vitesse supérieure I gotta rev it up and go

Faut que je garde la tête froide I gotta keep it in the lines

Ce soir il y a du sang sur la route Tonight there's blood on the road

Je garde la pédale enfoncée I keep the pedal down

Ils vont voir ce que ça fait They're gonna know how this felt

Personne n’entre au paradis No one gets in to heaven

Sans faire la course à travers l’enfer Without racing through hell

Oeil pour oeil, Eye for eye,

Tour par tour Lap for lap

Pas de retour en arrière There's no turning back

Et il les a rattrapés And he’s caught them

Ca c’est un pilote d’enfer! That’s one hell of a driver!

(Il faut que tu ralentisses) (You've got to slow down)

C’est comme si mon sang surchauffait Feels like my blood is running hot

(L’aiguille est dans le rouge) (The needle's in the red)

Donne moi tout ce que t’as Give me everything you’ve got

Je peux pas échapper I can't escape

Au sang et à l’acier The blood and steel

Une mort au volant A death behind the wheel

Je n’arrive pas à croire à ce que je vois! I can't believe what I'm seeing!

Dans un choquant retournement de situation In a shocking turn of events

La voiture mystère semble abattre chaque pilote un par un The mystery car seems to be picking off each racer one by one

Je ne voudrais pas être sur ce circuit ce soir I wouldn't want to be out on that track tonight

Ce pilote est assoiffé de sang! This driver is out for blood!

- ♪♬♪ -

Je dévore la route I'm burnin' up the road

Je les ai dans ma ligne de mire I got 'em dead in my sight

Et quand la gomme rencontrera l’os And when the rubber meets the bone

Il y aura de la vengeance ce soir There'll be vengeance tonight

Ecoute la foule hurler Hear the crowd roar

A réclamer du sang Calling for blood

A en redemander Begging for more

(Plus vite) (Faster)

J’entends mon coeur battre I can hear my heart beatin’

(Faster)

Comme un piston dans ma poitrine Like a piston in my chest

(Faster)

Je suis un pilote fantôme I'm a phantom racer

Justice dans une machine d’acier et de mort Justice in a steel machine of death

(Faster)

Je serais juste derrière toi I'll be right behind you

(Faster)

Encore et encore Over and over again

(Faster)

Je suis né pour courir I was born to race

(Faster)

Je pourrais mourrir pour gagner I would die to win

Il ne reste plus que deux voitures We’re down to two cars now

Tel un possédé Like a man possessed

Il a massacré tous les autres pilotes et semble cibler la première place! He's murdered every other racer and seems to be zeroing in on first place!

La voiture restante fonce dans cette ligne droite comme si elle était poursuivie par le diable lui-même! The remaining car is speeding down this straightaway like he's being chased by the devil himself!

Dans une incroyable pointe de vitesse In an incredible burst of speed

Le pilote mystère a percuté la voiture en première place par derrière et semble la pousser vers l’avant! The mystery driver has rammed the first place car from behind and seems to be pushing him forward!

Le leader est clairement en train d’appuyer sur les freins The lead racer is clearly slamming on the brakes

Mais les deux ne montrent aucun signe de ralentir! But the two of them show no signs of slowing down at all!

Il n’arriveront jamais à passer ce prochain virage à cette vitesse! There's no way they’ll make this next turn at that speed!

Je ne peux pas regarder! I can't bear to watch!

- ♪♬♪ -

Des flammes sort le pilote mystère Out of the flames comes the mystery driver

J’ignore comment il a survécu a ce terrible accident I don't know how he survived that horrible crash

Ou là où il s’en va ensuite Or where he's going to next

Mais je ne peux pas m’empêcher de penser But I can't help thinking

Qu’il y a quelque chose d’étrangement familier There’s something strangely familiar 

A propos de cette voiture… About that car…

- ♪ -

(Plus vite) (Faster)

Je sens mon coeur battre I can feel my heart beatin’

(Faster)

Comme un piston dans ma poitrine Like a piston in my chest

(Faster)

Je suis un pilote fantôme I'm a phantom racer

Justice dans une machine d’acier et de mort Justice in a steel machine of death

(Faster)

Je serais juste derrière toi I'll be right behind you

(Faster)

Encore et encore Over and over again

(Faster)

Parce que je suis né pour courir ‘Cause I was born to race

Je pourrais mourrir pour gagner I would die to win

(Faster)

Parce que je suis un pilote fantôme ‘Cause I’m a Phantom Racer

(Faster)

Parce que je suis une machine d’acier et de mort ‘Cause I’m a steel machine of death

(Faster)

(Né pour courir) (Born to race)

(Phantom baby)

Et je pourrais mourrir pour gagner And I would die to win

(Faster)

Parce que je suis un pilote fantôme ‘Cause I’m a Phantom Racer

(Faster)

(Faster)

J’entends mon coeur battre I can hear my heart beat

Plus vite et Faster and

Encore plus vite Faster and

(Faster)

[fuwushiguro]

You Deserve Roses and You Know This

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: Based on a very sad dream I had! Also this is part of @izuukii's flowers collab. Sorry it's so late, but thank you for letting me participate! 💕

Warnings: 18+, dubcon, vaginal sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), nipple play, dacryphilia, pregnancy, abortion ideation, miscarriage, depression, adultery, breeding, creampie, smoking mention. Words: 4.1k

“Is it true? Did talking to Megumi make you cry today?” Toji asks you, peeling down your bra strap before sensually decorating your exposed shoulder in delicate kisses.

He didn’t notice, but as soon as the question left his tongue you had instinctively become dead behind the eyes. It was true. You’re an adult, and yet you were brought to tears by his seven-year-old son. It wasn’t that he said anything callous, quite the opposite, really. Earlier that day, Megumi had been sitting playing in your front room. You were babysitting, as you often did, while Toji and his wife were working. Your eyes hold shut as you remember his wife; his beautiful and kind wife while he continues littering your skin in adoration. You shouldn’t be doing this, but you can’t stop now.

Green sparkling eyes looked up from innocent children’s toys to pose you a question – “Why do you hate me?” he asked, genuinely. It was like a knife through your chest. You didn’t hate him. You could never hate him, Toji being partly responsible for his existence is enough reason to adore him with everything you have.

You just wish he was yours.

Toji is patient when he gets his time with you. It’s rare, after all, and he wants to make the most of it. Two large palms settle on your breasts, the straps are down but your bra is still firmly in place. He massages your flesh over the material, lips traversing the expanse of your body until he reaches your pulse point. He licks, slowly, hot eager breath contrasting your own temperature and making you shudder. This, he notices, pulling your back even closer into his chest. His left hand slowly yet forcefully moves up and down your adjacent arm, desperate to dispel the goosebumps that have formed on your skin. He suckles and licks on your ear lobe before nibbling it softly between his teeth. His breathing changes, his mouth level with your ear, he’s going to speak.

“Baby… what were you talking about?” he sighs, an even more chill inducing breath warms the shell of your ear. He pecks against it, the sound of tactile lips puckering slithers directly through your ear canal. You moan, unintentionally, and back further into your temporary lover. He holds your breasts once more; stabilising you, if only a little, as you begin to grind your core against his crotch.

“I- I can’t, Toji—”

Your attention is fixated on him as his hand encases half of your face and turns you to face him. But you both find yourselves closing your eyes as he places a kiss against your lips. It’s slow, yet heated, and you feel him smile into you when he hears you moan into his mouth pathetically. You’re well and truly at his mercy, though you aren’t embarrassed. How else should one act and behave around the love of their life?

“You can and you will,” he explains, biting your lip as he parts from the kiss. A singular string of saliva keeps you connected for a second before snapping. “you can’t have secrets with my son darlin’, you just can’t. So tell me, what were you talkin’ to him about?”

You gulp, nerves overcoming you like never before. Your eyes flutter shut yet again as he diverts his attention from your eyes to your body. The skin behind your ear is the next subject of his eroticism. And yet, he has the gall to chastise you for enjoying it. With one more repetition of tell me you realise you can’t stall anymore. Out of options. And you can’t lie.

“R-Rocco, ah—!”

“How does Megumi know about Rocco?”

“I- I told… him…”

He hikes your leg up so that you’re sitting on his lap like a little girl. The kissing has stopped and the touches have halted. Toji isn’t patient except with you. He’s never looked as furious as he does now, with you. Brows scrunched and the glimmer in his eye you love so much has ceased to exist. His scar looks as raw as it did the day he got it. A non-existent armour made you believe he wouldn’t mind you talking to his son about such a sensitive subject matter, but apparently it is not to be discussed under any terms.

“Don’t you ever talk to my son about Rocco again. D’ya hear me? Never.” he forbids, his eyes seem to soften ever so slightly when he spots that you can’t prevent the way your lip begins to wobble. “If you really wanna talk about Rocco, talk to me. Yeah? No one else, just me.”

“Y-You don’t let me—” you start, your thought isn’t completed. Thoughts are rattled from your mind as he begins manoeuvring you so that your back is flat against the mattress, jade green eyes boring into your very soul as he hovers above you. His arms dip behind your back, finally unhooking your bra and baring your chest to him.

Beautiful, he thinks.

“I’m letting you now.” he explains, his head resting on your chest, looking up with intent behind his salacious stare. He latches onto one of your protruding nipples, taking it between his cracked lips. He sucks and pecks, and it’s almost lazy, but you know it’s with purpose. It’s driving you wild, you can’t help but wriggle helplessly beneath him, desperate to gain some relief on your eager heat.

He pins one of your legs down, stopping you from continuing your movements. It’s torture, you think, he’s expecting you to broach such a heavy subject matter while you’re so desperate for his touch.

“C’mon sweetheart… talk about Rocco,” he commands. You can’t. Tears stream down your face as you do your best to experience Toji whilst thinking back to the past. Your mind spins and you feel as if you can’t breathe. He releases your nipple with an accentuated pop as he smirks up at you. “I remember how scared you were to tell me… when you realised—”

“Fuck, Toji.” you croon, a mischievous finger slithered down your abdomen down the length of your clothed slit. Feather light touches against your clit and your entrance forced your hips to buck upwards carelessly. He snickered, repeating the action again and again. “I- I remember.” you stutter.

You’d only been dating for thirteen weeks. He was yours before his wife entered the fray, before you had to battle for his time and attention. Nerves got the better of you, the thought of admitting to yourself what you already knew made you nauseous beyond any description.

Your period was late.

It was something you didn’t want to acknowledge, let alone inform Toji of. It had been so little time since you began dating. You thought he’d leave you, run away and never look back. So, there was only one thing for it. An abortion. You couldn’t keep the baby if you wanted to keep him. It was your only option. You were stressed, manic, exhausted. But at least you’d have Toji – that was all you cared about.

“You were so scared to tell me, weren’t ya?” he asks, hooking a finger beneath your panties before settling it in your inner thigh crease. He plunges a finger inside of you, chuckling when more obscenities fly from your mouth as your head falls backwards into the plush pillows. One of your hand grips the sheets below, whilst your other almost tears his hair from the roots. So little attention, and yet such a big reaction from you. “Thought so little of me, baby, ‘m sorry.” he finishes, adding a second finger to your scorching heat. It's almost as if the air in your lungs has frozen, weighing you down. It’s preventing you from speaking. From breathing. Even thinking.

It was confirmed when you finally took the plunge and decided to do a pregnancy test. Big, black, bold text told you the answer and where your future was heading. Motherhood, for certain. But you knew you had to take care of it before Toji became suspicious. It was something you didn’t even want him to know you were going through. Everything with him was perfect, it wasn’t something you wanted to ruin over something you believed could be easily taken care of.

So… why were you crying every day?

That’s what he asked you. You hadn’t been yourself, and that is what gave you away. Jokes he told that you found funny didn’t seem so funny anymore. The way he traced his fingers up and down your arms made you defensive, and paranoid. You didn’t want him to touch you in case he somehow sensed it in his fingertips. If he felt you he might just know that you’re carrying his child and he’ll skip out on you.

It all came to a head one day after you finished throwing up. You couldn’t keep your cries silent. Your body was betraying you, you felt hurt in ways you never had before and it was becoming impossible to keep it all to yourself. You didn’t dare tell a soul for fear of Toji finding out through the grapevine. But enough was enough, he thought.

“You need to tell me what’s going on with you.” he told you, but you shook your head.

“I can’t Toji, please. Trust me, I can’t.” you explained, “It’s fine… I will ruin everything if I tell you so… so I’m… I’m taking care of it—”

“Cut that shit out right now. This has been going on a fuckin’ while and I can’t stand to see you like this,” he responded, moving his head as you moved yours. You were trying to avoid his piercing glare, but he wouldn’t let you. He couldn’t. He’d never of forgiven himself if you carried on like that, unable to share your woes, and did something you might regret. “Trust me, I’m beggin’ you to trust me, baby.”

He forced you to sit down, and face him. He wiped away your tears with his thumbs and kept all of his attention focused on you as he watched you calm yourself down. Tear filled breaths that clogged your lungs fizzled into shaky exhales the longer you held eye contact with Toji. He wasn’t going anywhere, for now. If you explain you can tell him your plans. Maybe he’d support you if he knew you planned on freeing you both of the burden of parenthood, you hoped.

“I… I’m, uh—”

“Yeah? C’mon sweetheart, doin’ so good f’me just use your words.” he spoke, doing his best to tempt the truth out of you. With one final swallow of terror and closing your eyes for a moment to think, you finally found the courage to confess.

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out quickly. “but it’s okay I’m gonna get rid of it. Okay?” you fumbled out words quicker than you could think. You just wanted him to know that there was no way you’d be keeping the baby. He was what you needed, not a kid. “Please, I promise I’m going to get rid of it, this is why I didn’t want to tell you. D-Don’t leave me, p-please. You are more important to me than a baby, I just want you. I—”

Your rambling was stifled as Toji pressed a finger to your lips. He kissed you on your forehead, a warm smile filled his features. Instantly, you were relived. It meant that your idea of an abortion was enough to convince him to stand by you. There was no reason to worry yourself sick like that, he was going to support you through it all.

“You don’t have to get rid of our baby,” he smiled.

“W-What?”

“In fact, I don’t want you to do that at all.” he warmly spoke, pulling your body into his and forcing his head between the valley of your breasts. It wasn’t sexual, it was just a comfort to him to hear your heartbeat. “Maybe… we could start our own little family, huh?”

Tears roll down your eyes as you reminisce on it all whilst Toji adds his flat tongue to the equation of his fingers in your cunt. It’s all so romantic and wonderful and intense. You don’t think you’ve ever been happier than you were in that moment. The moment you knew he really would stand by you through anything at all. And despite your assumption, he was excited to become a father. He was excited to have a baby with you.

“I love you, Toji.” you speak, softly, unsure if it was even loud enough for him to hear. Oh, but he did. He doesn’t want to stop lapping at your swollen clit, knowing it’s exactly where you need the most attention right now. But a particularly harsh suckle and pop of the bead is a silent acknowledgement, he promises he heard you. “Gonna… gonna cum. T-Toji—”

“No no, baby, not yet,” he instructs. He removes his fingers from your hole, delicately rubbing them over your sensitive bundle of nerves instead. It’s slow and tormenting, but he doesn’t want you to cum like this. “I was so happy when we found out we were havin’ a little boy, y’know? So damn happy princess.”

You remember it well. Your emotions were running high and you had the ability to blame your hormones when you discovered the gender of your unborn child. But you couldn’t quite believe it when you looked over to see Toji’s eyes, eyes that are normally so strict and stern, glossy with tears on his lash line. He couldn’t help it, he claimed.

“Look what we made.” he pointed, the scan revealing perfectly what a handsome little boy you’d made together.

And later that day, he took you shopping. Money was no object. That is what you both decided. Neither of you could believe how much stuff you ended up buying. Paints for the nursery. A crib. Other necessary pieces of furniture. Toys. Clothes. Everything you thought you needed, you bought. You were both first time parents and completely clueless. So, if a shop assistant recommended it, you bought it.

You spent so much time together painting the walls of your baby’s new room. Toji was very irritable when you kept asking what to do and how to help. The paint wasn't going on as nicely as he hoped and his temper flared, it was extremely evident in his face. What do you do when you see an angry bear? Poke it with a stick. Or in this case, flick paint from the end of your brush at him. When he noticed what you had done and he turned to face you, you swear you could read murder on his mind. But when you began to laugh, he couldn’t help the laugh that snuck out of him.

There was more paint on the two of you than on the walls by the end of it.

“That was the day we decided to call him Rocco…” Toji mused.

He began to kiss up towards your naval and back to your neck. Your fingers laced through his hair as you begged for him to deliver the same salvation he was offering your body to your lips as well. He complied, slow patience had dwindled as your tongues found each other. It was wet, heated, sloppy. You felt yourself drooling out of the corners of your mouth, Toji Fushiguro is just so intoxicating. A drug you can’t quit though you know you should.

He’s all you have.

He doesn’t break the kiss from you, though his hand eventually meets his heavy, wanting cock. He guides it to your desperate entrance, lining it up perfectly before slotting himself inside. His hips roll, bullying his cock into you inch by agonising inch until your lip begins to quiver. He hushes you, though.

You both know you want it.

“I’m s-so – fuck – I’m so sorry, baby. I am so—”

“P-Please, pleaaaase stop.” you beg. He doesn’t. You are the one who wanted to talk about it. So desperate to talk about it that you went to a seven-year-old boy to discuss it. His son. “N-No more, I can’t—”

“It was the worst day of my life, too, I promise you that darlin’.” he mumbles in your ear. The thrum of his words rushes straight to your cunt, and you clench so hard around his cock you think he might have to stay there forever.

You don’t think you’ve ever been as embarrassed as you were when you came home from the hospital. Your pristine white maxi dress, stained in bright red blood by your crotch. The atmosphere in your house was foul. Two solemn adults who had lost everything in a few menial hours. Hollowness filled you, not a single emotion ran through you until you heard Toji a few rooms away. You sat on the sofa, turned on the TV and pretended it wasn’t happening. But you could hear Toji loud and clear.

He was in the nursery.

That was the first and only time you’ve ever heard him cry. A loud thud vibrated through you and you knew he had collapsed to the ground. Melancholy overtook him as his new reality was setting in. Your little boy was no more. No fault of your own, apparently, everyone made sure to repeat that enough times for it to really take root in the depths of your brain.

It didn’t help at all.

You couldn’t bring yourself to check on Toji. That would mean going into Rocco’s room and facing the truth yourself. So, you waited. You waited hours for him to finally come out. He came to see you, resting on the balls of his feet in front of the sofa where you sat. Fresh tears replaced old ones as he noticed the drying blood on your dress.

“H-How about a bath, huh?” he suggested.

You don’t remember saying yes, or nodding. But somehow, you found yourself naked and submerged in a bubble bath. It was like you had left your own body as he did his best to clean you. You could hear him sniffling. He was desperate to talk about it with you, all he wanted was for you to help each other cope. But you couldn’t. So, he did his best to lock it away too.

It was as if you had returned to yourself when Toji took a break from washing your hair to wipe more tears from his eyes. A soft mumbling of ‘Oh, Godddddd…’ trailed from his lips as he tried to pull himself together. And finally, your lip began to jut out helplessly. Your eyes scrunched, and the tears began to flow. You were staring at your bloody dress, and listening to him try and hold it together. It was all equating to too much.

It was real, now.

“Our… baby—” you cut yourself off with a wail, Toji pulled you into his hold and sobbed into your sodden locks.

He hissed with each thrust inside of your gummy walls. A perfect home for him in the form of your bodies fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces. He doesn’t feel like this with his wife, only you. He couldn’t stay away, he’d never be able to do that.

He loves you.

He loves you.

Fuck, he loves you.

“’m not good enough… I’ve never been—”

“Stop it, baby. You are enough, I promise.” he tells you through gritted teeth. It’s getting harder and harder to have a normal conversation while he is fucking you so intimately. Every ounce of his love poured into every devastating thrust.

He loves you.

“Wasn’t good enough for you, or our- our baby.”

“Stop it darlin’. Please stop. I- I need—”

“I can’t live like this-!” you cry out. His hand covers your mouth entirely as his mind tries to process what he needs to say to you. Christ. What does he need to say to you? Everything and nothing all at once. He thinks he should start with I love you. But is he prepared to open that can of worms?

“I need… you. I’m gonna leave her, yeah? My wife. Let’s… try again. Me and you, hah? I won’t pull out this time, let me… let me—”

“Tojiiiii—”

“You’re good enough, baby, more than good enough. I’ll cum inside and we can try again. I need to, I need to.”

Your tears stream endlessly but silently. Is this really what you want? Do you want him to break up his family to satiate your unfulfilled desires? It doesn’t matter. You find yourself nodding anyway. Perhaps it will dull the ache inside of you. It could be the plaster to cover to puncture wound in your aching heart; it’s been bleeding since that day.

Toes begin to curl as he continuously batters the spongy centre that spells your eventual undoing with his fat cock head. He isn’t doing much better. Nobody and nothing will compare to the rush and the high he feels as when your precious cunt swallows him again and again.

“Gonna- cum, with me. Please, baby. Cum with me now.” Toji pants.

Your lips are on his again, both of you focusing on your impending climaxes. The way you break away to moan momentarily before smothering each other in kisses yet again is such a lewd, romantic, high that you can’t get enough of. He pounds you perfectly and it’s an arrangement neither of you have been able to let go of after all of these years.

“Oh God, I’m cumming- cumming baby…” he alerts you. You’re practically choking on your own orgasm as it swims through you. Nails dig into his back as you try and hold onto the feeling for as long as you can. He fills you with his warmth, heaving like a desperate animal while he breeds you to the brim.

What have you done?

Time wasn’t a healer for either of you. The days got harder and harder and you couldn’t even stomach looking at him. Each time you looked at him, you saw what could have been. What should have been. The father of your son. The man who was going to teach him everything he knew and help your little boy cause all kinds of mischief for you.

The man you thought could keep you both safe.

That’s how he found himself married to a woman he would never love as much as he loved you. There was a drift, it was aggressive and painful, yet necessary. But you found yourself brought back together a few years after Megumi was born. You were practically an aunt to his son. A second mother, even. A sordid little secret.

You don’t hate Megumi, you just wish he was yours.

The pair of you got changed after he had his post fuck cigarette, knowing you couldn’t risk dallying for fear of being caught. You didn’t doubt for a minute that if you called him in a few weeks and told him you were carrying his child, he’d kidnap Megumi and run away with you to start your new family life together. And you would love that, you’d love him. You’d love it all.

But, it isn’t right. Is it?

He grabs his car keys, readying himself to drive you home to be alone with your dark thoughts. Before you step outside, though, something plagues your mind. A question that you simply must know the answer to. He looks scared, honestly. The way you’re facing him and eyeing him up as the same words twist and circle through your mind. A heavy hand rests on your waist, the other on your cheek. He’s scared, it’s obvious, but he’s still encouraging you to talk.

“Do you ever think about Rocco?” you ask him, genuinely curious. Toji has never felt the need to bring him up, this is the first you’ve discussed him in years. It kills you to think that Toji has managed to shut out thoughts of his unborn son while you are plagued with them each and every waking moment of your pointless life.

And there it is. That warm, kind smile, that is the Toji you know and love.

“All of the time.”

Four simple words have you breaking down like you did that day in the bathtub. Your head is pulled into his chest as he holds you close and tightly, allowing you to bawl every emotion onto him. You can’t control yourself and you don’t want to stop. It’s fine, he thinks. It’s clear that you need it. At least you know something today that you didn’t know yesterday. One piece of information that might take some of the burden off your own shoulders.

At least you know you aren’t alone.

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Okayokay but hear me out-

What if Mary died when Neil was 15 and neil purposely got himself caught by the police and sent to juvenile?

When he got caught he was Alex, not Neil and he met Andrew, they were cellmates.

For the first week Andrew qnd Neil both didnt talk, the second week Neil tried talking to Andrew, and on the third week Andrew started listening to Neil.

Neil started playing Exy with Andrew, as a backliner and not a striker.

After five weeks, Neil's roots started growing out. Andrew started asking questions but Neil dodged each time.

At the seventh week, Neil just... disappears. With no signs..

Andrew finds out he has a brother, and he kills his birth mother, after that he gets raised by his cousin and gets a scholarship for palmetto state university and he will only go if he can drags his brother and cousin with him.

He finds a team, and he gets a therapist, Andrew buys a car and goes to Columbia

And than he makes a promise to an exy star that is also a mafia runaway, but he cant forget Alex.

Andrew wont think about him for weeks and then one night he looks at the ceiling and thinks 'huh, Alex would have slept above me right now' and he hates it.

The foxes get invited to watch the ravens play, and they are in no position to refuse the offer. They sit at the first row and they watch.

The raven lineup goes onto the court and Andrew feels Kevin stiffen next to him, smelling of alcohol.

Number 4 catches Andrew's attention, he elbows Kevin and asks "who's number 4?"

Kevin doesnt answer for a long time, but eventually he says "Nathaniel Wesnski.. he's supposed to be dead."

The foxes meets the Raven, Nathaniel standing by Riko's side and his eyes stay at Andrew, Andrew just glares at him, but Nathaniel doesn't look away.

Andrew goes to the bathroom and when he goes out of his stall Nathaniel is there, leaning at the door.

Andrew looks ar him unfazed "what are tou doing here?"

"You don't remember me?"

"I never met you"

"I'm Alex"

Andrew freezes for a moment and its not even a second before he pins Nathaniel to the wall and demands answers.

Nathaniel asks him to meet him at the library at midnight and that he'll explain there.

Andrew meets him there and Nathaniel explains everything.

Nathaniel tells Andrew everything. From running away with his mom to having the moriyama's get him out of juvenile and murdering his father after Nathan took it a little too far.

"Why are you staying?"

"I dont want to stay but its not like I really have a choice"

"Come with me"

"I cant"

"Let me make you a promise. New name, new start, new team, new life. I'm going to protect you, and in return you are going to stay"

"...I-"

"You are always running, just run one more time."

There's silence

"What name am I going to choose?"

"Neil Josten"

"Neil Josten?"

"Mhm"

"Neil it is"

Neil runs away with Andrew, and Andrew keeps his promise.

Neil gets official documents, his name written on them.

Neil watches Riko gets killed, and he plays for the foxes. Neil wins and Andrew denies every feeling he has torward Neil.

Neil doesn't understand his feelings toward Andrew.

They both go to Wymack.

Wymack thinks of retirement.

Its on Andrew's last game in the team that Neil confessed. He ran to Andrew after they won, tore the helmet off his head and hugs Andrew.

Andrew freezes at first and then he hears Neil whispering in his ear

"I think I want to stay with you"

Andrew stays frozen for a few moments and then he holds Neil's shirt

"I think you should stay with me"

[babymilkawa]

OMG WAIT so can I request you a headcannon where its obv way past bakugous bed time ugh 🙄🙄 an you tug his sleeve an he just goes "wHaT?" yn goes "can we pillow fight?" an at first hes like what? why can't we really fight (like yk with quirks and shit) and he goes "fine... but! just because you're my partner doesn't mean I'm going easy on you" OR (that tiktok challenge where you throw a blanket over yourself and fight with pillows I would love to see that I feel like katsu would cheat): but anyways) YEAH so we fighting with pillows and shit and HE FLIPS YOU OFF TBE BED BECAUSE OF HOW HARD HIS COMBAT SKILLS WENT and all he hears a loud ass thump and you laughing and you both take the sheet off and hes just like WHY ARE TOU LAUGHING YOU FUCKING PSHYCO but not really hes just like dead silent so he goes to you and hes like ???babe??? "are you okay I can't tell if you're laughing or crying" and you go both and hes like DUDE so he just goes to say "how hard did I hit you to laugh at something so serious you literally flew and you're laughing about it" then when you get up to show him you're fine an he sees he cause a bruise on your arm an an he feels bad but he will never let you know so he scoffs at you and bans pillow fights ):

#crackheadhourswithsuki #sorrythiswassolongitjustcametomyheadreadingkamibeingapillowfighter

YESYES I VERY MUCH LIKE THIS

pillow fight headcanons with:

bakugou katsuki

gn!reader :)

so your bf has dragged you to bed huh

it’s just 8:30 and you’re still bustling with energy

but you know bakugou can’t sleep without you next to him so you decide to deal with it

tonight, however, you notice that bakugou himself doesn’t seem very tired

his body was just accustomed to go to bed at 8:30, not necessarily sleep

so you tug his sleeve a little, seeing his eyes snap open

“what” he hisses

“can we..pillow fight?” you can practically feel him blinking at this absurd idea you’re bringing up

“well if you want to fight why can’t we just go train?”

but you shake your head at that

“ugh fine,” he gets up. “but don’t think I'll go easy on you just because I luv you”

then an idea occurs to you

“hey what if we do that challenge like on tiktok where you cover your head with a blanket and then pillow fight?”

he’s a little hesitant at first cuz it’s like fighting blind but once yall get into it, you’re swinging the pillow any way you can and in return, you’re getting whacks to the side

you’re giggling and even bakugou is having fun

until he lunges forward and tackles your body, causing you to fall off the bed

neither of you knew how close you were to the edge of it

he hears a loud thump and a slight pause to your giggling fit

quickly removing the blanket off his head, he tried to find you in the darkness

then he hears your giggling start up again

but..are you crying? or actually laughing? 

he asks you that and in between your laughing you say “both”

he’s quiet and a little confused

“BABE how hard did you hit your head..did you hit a nerve or something? what’s wrong with you?” man has ??? on his forehead

but you get up and assure him you’re fine, only to tackle him back onto the bed, grabbing the nearest pillow and whapwhapwhapping him with it until his hands find your sides and start tickling

you’re squirming and panting but to avoid you falling off the bed again, he’ll embrace you again

lying on top of you with his head in your shoulder

he genuinely feels bad so he reaches up and just pat pat

yea y’all just fell asleep in that position

a/n: I LIKED THIS IT WAS CUTE ANON THANKS

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57 from I love tou promp list and Moreid, please? ❤😊

"I am gonna head for the couch that's for sure" Morgan exclaims while walking up into the jet making Spencer stop dead in tracks.

"Up with you." JJ encourages him, "Let's get out of here."

Spencer shakes his head, causing a frown on the woman's face. "What is it?"

"No"

"Then go up-"

"No!" He exclaims and starts scratching his neck, he doesn't know why he suddenly got so angry but he can't stop it.

There is no reason to be angry, Derek is allowed to take the couch, but why would he take the couch? He never takes the couch. Derek sits on the seat next to the couch, Spencer opposite of him till they are in the air and then he changes towards the couch, one row before JJ and opposite of her Emily while Hotch and Rossi are in the back of the jet.

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"Spence-"

"Leave me alone, stop talking!" He yells at her and Hotch sends her up with a kind smile and stays down with Spencer waiting for him to calm his anger down again.

"No touching" He exclaims when Hotch tries placing a hand on his back. He doesn't wanna be touched right now because he is mad at them. And he is mad at himself because he isn't allowed to snap like this.

"Can you tell me what is wrong?"

"I sit on the couch. I sit on the couch."

"I know, so you can catch up on sleep."

"I am gonna head for the couch that's for sure" He quotes Morgan and then points at the jet, "That's not right. I sit on the couch. Morgan sits next to it."

"But today Morgan is really tired don't you think its fair to let him take it?" Hotch tries to reason with him what Spencer already knows. He knows Derek is allowed and he knows it's not nice to always take the couch, but it's just that it is always that way and it's in his head this way.

"My place." Spencer taps his chest with his palm while moving from one foot to the other. "Morgan sits next to the couch."

"Why don't you come up with me and we can see about how to solve this okay?"

"It's always this way."

"I hear you. We are gonna talk to Morgan about that okay?" Hesitant Spencer nods and leads the way into the jet letting his shoulders slump when he sees everything like it is supposed to be and sits down in his seat. "Get me when something is not okay?" Hotch questions while Spencer buckles up and nods while Derek understands the underlying message to talk to Spencer.

"What's going on?"

"You messed it up." He states not looking up from the silver buckle from the seatbelt that caught his attention by opening it and clicking it shut over and over again. "You sit next to the couch."

"I do"

"All the time"

"I know, but I am bone tired from today."

"I always take the couch." Spencer tells him, "your place is the seat next to it."

"There is enough room for both of us" Morgan tries and leans back watching Spencer thinking about the answer. "We can share can't we?"

"That's unusual." He takes his hand up pressing it over his ear for a moment when the pilot announces that they are gonna get from the ground soon.

"But is it okay? Does that make you feel okay?"

"Yes" Spencer answers and cringes a little bit, because its not really what he wants but Hotch told him that sometimes he has to give into smaller deals and that they will help him because there then isn't much change but only some. "We can share."

"Alright, pretty boy." They wait until the plane takes off and after that Morgan gives Spencer some time to take the first step but when he doesn't Morgan gets up and walks over to the couch, taking his shoes off and laying down on his side, scooping as close to rest as possible and then looking at Spencer, "Come here, it's okay."

Hesitant he walks over to the couch, sits down at the very edge and shyly looks at Morgan but then doesn't move. "Take your shoes off, and then come here."

Slowly Spencer does, his eyes wandering over the jet realizing that they all give them privacy and then he leans down, leaning his head onto Morgan's arm while the other drapes over him.

"It's not much space here."

"It's enough, trust me." Morgan buries his nose into Spencer's hair, smelling the sweet shampoo he uses. "I've got you. It's okay."

"I am tired"

"You can sleep" Morgan pulls him tight and not even ten minutes later both of them are fast asleep and maybe slowly the seating arrangement gets changed to this. Because maybe Spencer feels a lot better being cuddled and held like this instead of only sleeping under the old thin blanket the jet provides.

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[fuckallthegood0nesweretaken]

New World CH. Sixteen

Title: The Governor

Words: 4040

Warnings: Strong language, assault, sexual assault, canon-typical violence, talk of rape (no actual rape)

A/N: The scene that happens to Maggie when she meets the Governor happens to reader in this chapter. Most of it happens in the very beginning so please skip that if it makes you uncomfortable.

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[Y/n]

You could hear Glenn and Merle talking in the room next to you and when the blows started landing, it took everything in you to not make a sound. As it started getting worse, you couldn’t keep the tears from forming in your eyes. How had everything gone so wrong? It went on for a while then stopped abruptly. A door slammed closed and five minutes later, it opened again. This time you could hear the sounds of a walker and Glenn fighting it off.

 When things fell silent, your mind started racing. After a couple of minutes went by and you heard nothing, you were about to call out for Glenn and the door to your room opened. Jolting slightly, you saw a man walk inside. He said nothing as he closed the door behind him and walked closer to you. He pulled out his knife, admiring it for a second before going behind you and cutting the tape holding your hands together. You quickly brought your hands in front of you and took the rest of it off, trying to keep your anger and fear hidden. The man then walked to the other chair and pulled it out from under the table before stopping and looking at you.

 “May I?” He said. You didn’t reply and he sat down. “Thank you.”

 “We’ll take you back to your people and explain that this was all a misunderstanding. We can drive you there. You just have to tell us where they are.”

 “A misunderstanding? What I heard happen in that room didn’t sound like a misunderstanding. What your man did to me wasn’t a misunderstanding either.” Your arms were crossed in front of you and you glared at the man. “I need to talk to Glenn.”

 “I can’t let you do that.”

 “Why not?”

 “You people are dangerous,” he said, head slightly tilted. “You handcuffed one of my best men to a roof. Forced him to amputate his own hand.”

 “I wasn’t there when that happened.” Your eyes were hard but he looked like he had no care in the world.

 “Just tell us where they are and we can bring them here. You’ll all be safe here, I promise.”

 “No.”

 “No? Alright, let’s try something else.” His expression had changed and you had to suppress a shiver of disgust. “Stand up please.”

 When you still stayed silent and didn’t do as he asked, the man leaned forward in his seat.

 “Stand. Up.”

 When you realized that you had no choice, you stood up. The chair fell from the force of you standing and crashed to the floor.

 “Take off your shirt.”

 “No,” you said lowly.

 “Take of your shirt,” he said, leaning back into the chair. “Or I’ll bring Glenn’s hand in here. Your choice.”

 You knew that he wasn’t joking so you took of your flannel and tank-top, throwing them both to the ground. It took all your willpower to keep your arms by your sides and when he told you to keep going, your breathing became shaky. Hands trembling, you reached behind you and took your bra off, immediately covering yourself after it fell to the floor.

 The man was staring at you intently, paying close attention to your stomach as he stood up. He took off his gun belt before going around the table to stand behind you. Kicking the fallen chair away, you felt him start to touch your hair. Your whole body was shaking now and you were fighting back tears. After a few seconds of him lightly touching you, the man slammed you onto the table. A small yelp left your lips as your hands left your chest to brace yourself. His hand was on the back of your neck and it hurt.

 “Are you gonna talk now?” He said.

 “Do what you’re gonna do. Then you can fuck off and go to hell,” you spat.

 He chuckled at you and your trembling voice, and put the hand that was on your neck onto the middle of your back. You could feel his pelvis on your ass and right when you thought things were going to continue, he pushed himself off you and rounded the table again. A tear slid down your face and you exhaled shakily. Your relief was short lived because right after the man put his gun belt back on, he grabbed your arm and hauled you up.

 ---

 Dean

After about a half hour of driving, Rick pulled the car over onto the side of the road. The woman had said something about patrols and the fact that they’d be better off on foot. So Dean went to the trunk and took the duffel bag he put in there, pulling out a shotgun, two pistols and a big knife.

 “Little overkill, don’t you think?” Michonne said.

 “My little sister’s been taken. There’s no such thing as overkill when it comes to that,” Dean said.

 “How far is it?” Rick asked.

 “Not far. A mile, maybe two.”

 “Alright. We need to get going if we’re gonna make it there before nightfall.”

 Daryl shut the trunk and the four of them made their way into the woods. Dean was walking only slightly behind the woman, eyes alert. He noticed the group of walkers the same time Rick and Daryl did and he knelt down quickly when they started stumbling towards them.

 “Stay in formation, no gunfire,” Rick said. Dean took out his knife and twirled it in his hand before rushing forward and killing any walker that came too close.

 “There’s too many of ‘em,” Daryl said.

 “This way.”

 The group ran in the direction Rick pointed and they came across a small cabin. Dean shut the door as soon as everyone was inside. It didn’t take long before the dead were banging on the door, trying to get in.

 “We have to get out of here,” Dean said. That was when Rick noticed something odd about the bed in the room. He whistled softly and yanked the blankets off the bed, revealing a man. He woke up with a start and started yelling.

 “Who the hell are you?” He said, grabbing his rifle. “Get outta my house!”

 “We will, but we can’t right now,” Rick said.

 The man kept yelling and the banging started getting louder. He wouldn’t calm down and when he ran to the door after trying to shoot Rick, Michonne stabbed him through the chest, killing him instantly. The walkers were still trying to get in so Rick and Daryl heaved the man up and after Dean gave the all clear, they shoved him outside. The walkers were distracted enough for the four of them to get by and they continued on to Woodbury.

 ---

 They got there after night had fallen. Keeping to the shadows, they surveyed the wall that was set up. There were two guards on either side, two big spotlights scanning the darkness. After a minute of looking, Michonne started walking away.

 “Hey!” Rick whispered. She didn’t respond and kept going.

 “God dammit,” Dean said as he watched her go.

 “We’re gonna need to downsize,” Rick said. Dean nodded and took the duffel off of his shoulder, pushing it under the car they were hiding behind after he took out the weapons he brought.

 “Ain’t no way we can check in all them buildings,” Daryl said. “Not with all them guards there.”

 “We might have to,” Dean muttered. Right then, a twig snapped behind them and all three of the men turned quickly, guns raised. It was Michonne and she gestured with a hand before walking off again.

 “Let’s go,” Rick said. The men followed her and she led them to a back entrance. Once they were inside the town, she took them to a building.

 “This is where you were held?” Rick asked her.

 “This is where I was questioned.”

 “Is there anywhere else they could be?” Dean asked her.

 “I thought ya said there was a curfew,” Daryl said, looking outside, before she could answer Dean.

 “Those are stragglers. The streets are packed when it’s light out.”

 “If anyone comes in here, we’re screwed,” Rick said. “We need to move.”

 “Hey, you never answered me,” Dean said, walking up to Michonne. “Is there anywhere else they could be holding [y/n] and Glenn?”

 “They could be in his apartment.”

 “But what if they ain’t?”

 “Then we’ll look somewhere else,” Michonne said. Daryl and Rick walked up to stand by Dean.

 “You said you could help us,” Rick said lowly.

 “Look, I’m doing what I can.”

 “Then where the fuck is my sister?” Dean said angrily. Rick put his hand on Dean’s shoulder and led him slightly away from Michonne, Daryl following.

 “If it goes south, we’re cutting her loose,” Rick said.

 “You think she’d lead us into a trap?” Dean asked.

 “I don’t know. But our first and foremost priority is finding [y/n] and Glenn and getting them back home.”

 “It’s the blind leading the blind. We should split up,” Daryl said.

 Someone knocked on the door and all four heads whipped around to look at it before silently running to the back room.

 “I know you’re in here. Saw you moving from outside,” a voice said after the door closed. “You’re not supposed to be in here and you know it, so come on out. Don’t got to be any trouble.”

 Rick came flying out of his hiding place and put the barrel of his gun to the man’s head. “Shut up and get on your knees. Hands behind your back.” Rick helped the man to the ground and threw a zip tie to Dean. Dean tied his hands behind his back while Rick started questioning him.

 “Where are our people?”

 “I don’t know.”

 “You’re holding some of our people, where the fuck are they?!”

 “I don’t know,” the man whimpered. It was clear that the man really didn’t know so Rick grabbed a cloth and stuffed it into his mouth before Daryl hit him over the head with his crossbow, effectively knocking him out. Once Rick dragged the man and stuffed him in the corner, the four of them went back into the main room. That’s when gunshots were heard.

 “Where did that come from?” Dean said. “That had to be them.”

 When everyone outside was running away from the noise, the four of them moved quickly and silently towards it. They came across a warehouse of sorts and moved throughout the corridors, coming to a halt when they heard someone talking angrily.

 ---

 [Y/n]

Whimpering from the grip he had on your arm and the fact he was touching you again, you barely had time to cover yourself before he was dragging you out of the room. You weren’t out in the open for long. He took you next door to where Glenn was. Merle and another man were there too.

 Glenn was in bad shape. One eye was ringed with purple, he had a bloody nose, and there were scratches on his cheek. Blood had dripped from his nose all the way down to his chest, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead.

 When Glenn saw you, anger and disbelief were painted on his face and it made more tears escape your eyes. The man who had violated you still had a firm grip on your arm and when Glenn went to hit him with the table leg in his hands, his grip tightened. You whimpered from the pain and from the gun now pointed at your head.

 “Drop it,” the man with the gun said. Glenn dropped it, not being able to take his eyes off of you.

 “We’re through playing games,” the man holding you said. “Now one of you is going to tell us where your camp is and you’re gonna tell us now.”

 He took out a gun and pointed it at your stomach. Glenn’s eyes widened and he surged forward slightly before stopping himself. The man let go of your arm and cocked the gun. That’s when Glenn broke.

 “The prison,” he blurted out. You took a step closer to Glenn, Merle holding out an arm to keep you from getting any closer.

 “The one over by Nunez?” Merle asked.

 “That place was overrun.”

 “We took it.”

 The gun was now trained on Glenn’s face and the man holding it looked over at you.

 “How many are you?” He asked.

 “Sixteen. There’s sixteen of us and five are kids, including a newborn baby.” You didn’t want to tell them anything, but if you didn’t, Glenn would die. One of your best friends would die and the other would die of heartbreak. You couldn’t do that to Maggie or Glenn.

 “So only eleven people cleared the prison of the biters, one of them pregnant. The whole prison?”

 Merle had turned to face you and you glanced at him for a second before looking back at Glenn. The man pressed the gun into Glenn’s forehead and you let out a shaky sob, more tears falling down your face. Then the man dropped his hand and walked back to you. You sniffed and he caressed your face. Even when you flinched and shook your head, he didn’t stop.

 “S-Stop,” you cried quietly.

 “Hey, now,” he said, almost gently. “It’s alright.”

 He pulled you into his chest and you struggled to get away but he was a lot stronger than you. One of his hands was on your cheek and the other was wrapped around your waist, his fingers brushing over your slightly curved stomach. Glenn was staring daggers at the man, tears of anger in his eyes. When the man kissed your forehead, you whimpered again and he turned to Glenn, a shit-eating smirk etched on his face. After that, he lightly shoved you towards Glenn and he pulled you into his arms, shielding you from the other men in the room.

 You were full-on crying now, not even trying to hide it. Face buried in Glenn’s neck, you missed the look Merle had given you. When the door shut and locked behind you, you jumped slightly and Glenn held you tighter.

 After a minute, you had calmed down enough for Glenn to give you his shirt to cover up. He turned around to give you privacy and when you were done he reached to pull you into his arms again, you clinging to him tightly.

 “I got you,” Glenn said. The two of you slid to the floor and you wiped some tears away, more taking their place. Glenn sat next to you, his hand gripping yours.

 “Did- did he—“

 “No. H-He barely touched me,” you choked out. You were still shaking and to see you broken like this made Glenn’s heart constrict in sadness and anger.

 “A-All this time we were running from the dead and we f-forgot that the living are-are more dangerous. We forget what people d-do. What they’ve always d-done.” You looked at Glenn. “Look at what they did to you.”

 “Doesn’t matter. As long as he didn’t—“

 “He didn’t. I promise.” You managed to give him a smile, but the both of you knew that it wasn’t real. Sniffing again, you wiped your face as Glenn stood up with a groan.

 “What are you doing?” You asked. He limped over to the dead walker and pulled off its arm.

 “Glenn, don’t over exert yourself.” Standing up, you watched as he broke the arm and started pulling out bones. He handed you one, and you took it with a shaky hand. Your eyes met and you nodded in understanding.

 It didn’t take long before you heard footsteps. Quietly moving to stand by the door, it flung open a second later and Glenn charged the man standing there. He then went for Merle and you stabbed the other man in the throat with the jagged piece of bone. When you ripped it out, the man fell to the floor and his gun went off. You automatically crouched to the floor and grabbed the gun after it stopped firing. Merle had Glenn pinned to the floor, knife-hand at his throat, and you pointed the gun him.

 “Let him go, you fucker!” You said. Merle grinned and put his hands up.

 “Okay.” You heard a gun cock behind you and you turned to see one of the men from before. While your attention was there, Merle stood up and grabbed the gun from your hands.

 “Gimme that!” Glenn groaned from his place on the floor and Merle looked at him before yelling, “Get up!”

 Someone grabbed Glenn and hauled him up, Merle going to get you. You flinched when he touched you and he faltered for a second before pointing into the room. Following his silent order, you fell to your knees next to Glenn. Shakily, you grabbed Glenn’s hand.

 “Glad we could catch up,” Merle said. Bags were put over your heads and you felt someone tear apart your hands, tying your wrists together.

 “On your feet! Let’s go, move!”

 You were grabbed and the grip was so tight it made you cry out. Someone pushed you forward and you started walking. Then you heard a loud bang and you stumbled backwards, coughing from smoke. You took the opportunity to take the bag off your head and you sobbed in relief when you saw Dean.

 “D-Dean!” You cried. “Sammy, where’s Sammy?”

 “I gotcha, sweetheart, I gotcha. Sam stayed at the prison just in case you got out before we got here.” He led you through some tunnels and you could hear the men who almost killed you firing at your backs.

 Rick was leading the group and when you got outside, you could see the people living in the town start to panic. Quickly, Rick ushered you all into what looked like an uninhabited building. Dean was the first one in and he made his way to the back of the room. Glenn and Rick were next, Glenn falling to the floor in pain. You were after them, Daryl right on your heels. The door shut behind you and when you felt arms go around you, you freaked out.

 “[Y/n]? It’s just me, babygirl,” Daryl said quietly. He went to give you a hug again and you buried your face in his chest, fingers griping his shirt.

 “There’s no way out back here,” Dean said, walking back to the front.

 “How’d you find us, Rick?” Glenn asked.

 “How bad are you hurt?”

 “I’ll be alright. Where did that woman go?”

 “She was right behind us,” Rick hissed. He went to look outside but closed the curtains soon after opening them.

 “Maybe she was spotted,” Dean said.

 “Want me ta go look for her?” Daryl asked.

 “No. We have to get Glenn and [y/n] out of here. She’s on her own now.”

 Dean handed you a gun and you took it, automatically checking it and seeing how much ammo you had.

 “Daryl, this- this was Merle,” Glenn groaned. He was putting on a sweatshirt and you could hear how much it was hurting him.

 “You saw him?” Rick asked.

 “Face to face. He threw a walker at me and was going to execute us.”

 “S-So my brother’s this governor?”

 “No,” you said. “More like his lieutenant or something.”

 “He know I’m still with ya?” You nodded.

 “He does now,” Glenn said.

 “Rick, I’m sorry but we told him about the prison. We couldn’t hold out,” you said quietly.

 “Don’t. You don’t need to apologize.” He brushed hair off of your forehead and gave you a smile, you returning it with a small one.

 “They’re most likely gonna be looking for us,” you said. “We need to leave.”

 “We do.” Rick looked at Glenn. “Can you walk? We got a car a couple miles out.”

 “I’m good.”

 Rick and Dean helped Glenn off the ground and you peeked out of the window.

 “If Merle’s around, I gotta see him,” Daryl said.

 “Not now.”

 “He’s my brother, I ain’t—“

 “Look at what he did! We gotta- we gotta go now.”

 “I gotta talk ta him. Maybe- Maybe I can work somethin’ out,” Daryl said, hope in his voice.

 “No, you’re not thinking straight.” Rick lowered his voice, trying to make it so you couldn’t hear, but you were close enough that you could.

 “Look, even though they say they’re alright, they’re both hurt. Glenn can barely walk and something bad happened to [y/n]. She’s never flinched like that when someone touched her before. We have to get them both out of here. What happens if we run into a herd and the governor catches up? I need you, you with me?”

 “Yeah. I’m with ya.”

 Daryl knelt down next to the bag they brought and pulled out a couple canisters while Rick took his place next to the door. You and Glenn were behind him and Dean was behind you.

 “On three, we run. Stay tight,” Rick said. He counted to three and Daryl threw the canisters into the street.

 When the smoke was thick enough, you all ran outside. It wasn’t thick enough and one man saw you, pointing you out to his partners. They started firing at you and you fired back. You hit one in the head and watched as he fell off of the bus he was standing on. Rick got one and Daryl got the other right before you heard gunshots ring out from behind you.

 “Behind ya!” Daryl yelled. The two of you turned and returned the fire, walking backwards as quickly as you could without tripping.

 “Get cover!” Rick yelled.

 “[Y/n], come on!” You looked at your big brother and ran after him, following him into a little alcove. It was a small space and you were afraid someone would get shot.

 “How many are there?” Rick asked.

 “Don’t matter. There’s gonna be more of ‘em,” Daryl said.

 “We gotta go,” you said, shooting at a man that got too close. “Got any grenades left?”

 “Yeah,” Daryl grunted.

 “Get ‘em ready. We’re gonna run to the wall,” Rick said.

 “Y’all go on ahead. I’m gonna cover ya,” Daryl said. You shook your head.

 “No, Daryl. We gotta stay together.”

 “Can’t. Too hairy. I’ll be right behind ya.” Grabbing his face, you kissed him.

 “You come back to me, Daryl Dixon. Don’t you dare go.” He kissed you back softly.

 “I love ya,” he whispered. He pulled away and threw a smoke-bomb. Rick grabbed you and you ran, firing at the men who took your family.

 “Come on!” Rick yelled. “Keep going!”

 Dean ushered you in front of him and you followed Glenn. Dean helped Glenn onto the bus and you hauled yourself up, taking Dean’s outstretched hand when Glenn was clear. Dean was calling for Rick and when you were on top of the bus, you called for Daryl.

 “Daryl!” You screamed, firing your gun.

 “Go!” You heard Daryl yell.

 “We gotta go, [y/n]!” Dean said. When you didn’t move he said, “[Y/n], come on!”

 Reluctantly, you jumped off the bus and followed Rick. The four of you moved silently and Rick led you to where they stuffed some bags.

 “Get down,” Rick said quietly.

 “Come on, Daryl,” you whispered. Your eyes were shut and when you heard a rustling, you turned around. You were hoping to see Daryl, but you saw the woman from before instead. Rick quickly got up and pointed his gun at her, everyone else doing the same.

 “Where the hell were you?” Rick spat. “Put your hands up.”

 She put her hands up and Dean took the sword off of her back. You never lowered your gun.

 “You get what you came for?” Rick asked.

 “Where’s the rest of your people?” She asked.

 “Daryl’s missing, did you see him?” You said, voice trembling. She shook her head.

 “If I find out that something happened to him—“ Rick started.

 “I brought you here to save them. They’re saved.”

 “Thanks for the help,” Rick said sarcastically.

 “You’ll need help to get them back to the prison or to go back there to get Daryl. You’re gonna need me either way.”

[emptysurface]

A What-If fic where Taku and Maki survive. HTS canon-divergence from sometime mid Chapter 20. I There are some sections taken from HTS canon, I hope that’s ok!

Two days days later, tou-san still hadn’t woken up, but he was doing much better.

The medic had even been able to tell them he wouldn’t have any lasting after-effects, and that he would make a full recovery.

Ryota had been so relieved he’d actually looked like he’d cry.

After the medic had left, of course.

And then Kyo had had to run off to meet her team for training. But she felt much better about leaving Ryota now that he didn't have to worry about Kou as much, and after he'd gotten some much needed sleep and sustenance.

It didn’t stop her mind from whirling wildly, however.

“-seems to have worked up something of a slight resistance after all the years-”

“-already immune to a frankly staggering variety of poisons. She's worked on it for years, but if anyone not of her heritage would've tried the same, chances are they would have died painfully long ago.”

“Hey!” Taku jumped to his feet the moment he caught sight of her, Kisaki and Maki half a second behind. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Kyo smiled and ran up to them, sending Katsurou-sensei a smile, too. “I’m okay. Tou-san’s going to make a full recovery!” She beamed.

“Oh, that’s good,” Maki sighed, looking relieved.

“Yeah,” Kyo said again, this time a bit absentmindedly. She turned to Katsurou-sensei. “Sensei, other people may not be able to become immune to poison, but they can work towards a resistance, right?”

Katsurou-sensei hummed. “Yes,” he finally said, “not to the point of immunity like you or your mother, but more of a resistance than they would normally.”

Maki eyed her warily. “You’re not gonna poison us, are you?

Kyo sent him an apologetic look before she said softly, “Tou-san was poisoned.”

Kisaki whined, pressing her weight into her side, and Kyo flashed her a brief smile before explaining. “Ryota-oji said that it may have been because Tou-san had built up something of a resistance, due to being with Kaa-san for so many years.”

Taku stared at her for a moment, an unreadable look on his face, before he looked to the side and scoffed. “This is gonna suck, but whatever.” He flashed her a crooked smile, and Kyo beamed back at him.

Maku sighed, but he was looking at both of them fondly. “At least I won’t have to worry about accidental poisoning anymore,” he said.

The three of them turned to look up at Katsurou-sensei, who eyed them amusedly. “This won’t be easy.”

“Easy’s for losers,” Taku shot back immediately.

“Very well then,” Katsurou-sensei said. “I won’t be making any allowances for you, and training will go on as usual.”

“Even when we’re poisoned?” asked Maki, looking a bit worried.

“Yes,” Katsurou-sensei said. “It’ll let you have a feel of how different poisons affect you, and how to push past the effects if needed in a controlled environment.”

Maki went pale.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” Kyo offered him, voice low.

��N-no,” Maki said after a pause, looking determined. “I’ll do it. It’ll be an advantage people won’t be expecting, and well-” He shot her a look out of the corner of his eye. “-if nothing else, it makes you feel better, right?”

Kyo sent him a surprised look, before smiling ruefully. Maki grinned back at her, then turned to Katsurou-sensei. “Bring it on, sensei!” he shouted.

“Yeah!” Taku picked up immediately. “We can take on anything!”

Kisaki barked in agreement.

Katsurou-sensei raised a brow. “Brats,” he said amusedly. “Very well. We’ll start with the first dose tomorrow. Now, let’s see how well you can do at the shinobi version of Hide and Seek.”

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For a long few seconds, Kyo remained standing, tense and ready for the next part of the fight. The next opponent.

Her breath was harsh, ribcage aching with how much it was expanding with every breath and she could feel her blood rush through her veins.

When she realised there were no other opponents, no one else trying to kill her, the muscles in Kyo's legs momentarily liquefied.

Staggering to the side, she hunched over in an attempt to catch her breath, thoughtlessly sheathing her kunai at the same time to avoid cutting herself.

Katsurou stumbling into the closest tree had her jumping straight back into full alertness.

“Sensei?” Kyo wasn't sure how she got to his side so quickly when it felt like her legs were threatening to fall off, but she did. “Are you okay?” She asked, voice breaking.

“Kisaki?” He asked, and he sounded winded, like every breath was a struggle.

She'd never heard him like that before.

“Alive,” Kyo answered immediately.

At least... the ninken had been alive last she saw.

Blinking, Kyo looked around and quickly found the large, white dog.

She'd crawled from her kill to Taku and was lying huddled next to him on the ground. She was whining, deep in her throat.

Kisaki was crying.

But she was nudging his lax hand with her snout and muttering something too softly for Kyo to hear, so Kyo stumbled over to them then fell against a tree before sliding down. She pressed trembling fingers to Taku’s throat. What seemed like forever later, she’d begun to lose hope when she managed to feel it.

A pulse.

“He’s alive,” she pressed out, nearly sobbing. “Taku’s alive.”

“Maki?” Katsurou-sensei asked next, leaning heavily on the tree he was using as support.

She sent him a quick look to confirm he wasn’t going to fall over, then quickly went over to Maki, half stumbling and half crawling, her heart in her throat as she hoped and –

There.

A pulse.

“He’s alive too,” she sobbed out, feeling like crumbling in relief.

Katsurou-sensei breathed out a sigh, and then there was silence and a soft thud. Kyo turned over sharply to see him on the ground, slumped over and seemly unconscious. She half-crawled over to him quickly, checking for a pulse and-

“Sensei? Sensei, you’re bleeding.”

Her hands on him didn’t even stir him and it-it should have. She may have been his genin student and perhaps he felt a measure of trust towards them, but this was enemy territory, and Kyo didn’t know what to do.

“Sensei. Katsurou!” A shake of his shoulders got her open eyes. “Sensei?”

Katsurou-sensei looked at her blankly before he blinked laboriously, as if trying to come to a conclusion too far out of his reach. “Kyo? What-” He paused and took a wheezing breath. “Maki? Taku? Kisaki?”

“They’re alive,” she said, her worry growing. “They’re alive but Maki and Taku are unconscious, and Sensei.” She slapped him on the cheek lightly. “Sensei, stay with me please. I don’t—I can’t—”

Kyo took a deep breath. One thing at a time.

The bleeding.

Reaching for her pack felt like she was in another body, things hazy and far away for a moment before she forced herself back in the present. She wasted no time in digging bandages out of her pack, and she had never been so grateful for Katsurou-sensei teaching her that jutsu to sterilize her hands after she accidentally gave Maki food-poisoning what felt like forever ago.

It was a neat chakra trick that ensured she wouldn't contaminate the wound with any poison residue she might have on her hands.

She grit her teeth together.

Kyo got him out of his vest, pushed up his shirt and mesh-shirt underneath to wash the wound; gaping, clean cut that it was. She didn't know how to stitch skin and muscles and she didn't have any material for it, so she made do with the bandages.

She pulled them as tight as she dared, focused mostly on stopping the bleeding. She followed it by bandaging the wound on his leg.

That done, Kyo leaned back and tried to keep herself together.

If she relaxed for just a second, she'd shake apart.

Her fingers brushed against the Jounin vest she'd discarded beside her, and the Suna-nin. She found the scrolls quickly.

Red and black for enemies.

Kyo grasped them, then stood up on shaky legs. “Kisaki!” she called firmly. Kisaki. I need you to pay attention. They’re still alive, Kisaki. They’re still alive, but I need your help to keep a look out for any more enemies.”

Kisaki whined, a low sound, still huddled next to Taku, and Kyo understood. She understood why, but this was not the time and—“Kisaki, please. Kisaki, Taku’s not dead, but if we don’t get back to Konoha safely then he’ll die. Kisaki, they’ll die, and I can’t do it on my own. Please.

“Please, Kisaki. Please help me.”

After what felt like forever, Kisaki finally said quietly but firmly. “Okay. Okay.” She met Kyo’s eyes. “What do we need to do?”

Kyo took strength from her, and let out a slow breath. “I need to seal up the bodies, so I’m gonna need you to keep a watch.”

If there were other people, other shinobi around, the battel before would have attracted them more surely than her voice could now, but Kisaki seemed like she needed something to ground her. To prevent her from going too far in her own head.

Unsaid was the knowledge that even if any enemies were to be found, they were going to be in much better condition than they were, and it’d be pretty much a hopeless fight.

Kisaki snarled at the bodies but nodded, ears pricked up and standing over Taku’s body.

Kyo hurried over to the first body and quickly slapped a hand on the scroll before activating it. She wasn't about to just... leave her teammates' killers here. Where they'd get a peaceful resting place, hidden away from the rest of the world.

Once the bodies were sealed away, she clenched her fists and looked around her. One eight year old girl. One not-fully grown ninken. Three people to be transported back to Konoha without too much harm. The odds were definitely not in their favour.

“All right,” she said softly to herself. “All right.” She took in a deep breath. “Kisaki, do you think you can carry both Sensei and Taku?”

“I will,” Kisaki said, sounding like she’d make it happen, no matter what.

They were out of options, though, so Kyo nodded. “Taku first, then Sensei’s weight will help ensure he doesn’t fall off, if nothing else,” she decided.

Kyo grabbed Taku with both hands, and had to bite her tongue to keep an agonized scream behind her teeth.

“Kyo? What's wrong?” Kisaki asked, anxious and pressing against her side in an instant.

“I think my arm's broken,” Kyo gritted through the nauseating wave of pain radiating from the limb in question.

Scratch that 'I think'. It was broken. She could feel the bones shift against each other when she moved, now that her attention had been brought to the issue.

How had she not noticed until now?

Looking at it, the skin of her forearm was already darkening to a mottled bruise and it looked a bit swollen. It felt very hot when she touched trembling fingers to it.

She tried with Taku again, using just her left hand, this time, wedging her shoulder into his side to get more leverage, and managed to get him draped somewhat securely over Kisaki’s back. Then it was Sensei’s turn.

“Sensei? Can you hear me? I need you to try and help me get you on Kisaki's back,” Kyo said, turning to the man, who looked more unconscious than awake.

Then, instead of waiting, she used the same method to get him on Kisaki’s back without knocking Taku down in the process. Kisaki seemed to be straining under the weight. She had blood all over her fur from what seemed like a large collection of shallow cuts and bruises but her legs were steady, and she didn’t say a word, so Kyo decided to let it go.

Now for Maki.

She waffled over how to carry him for a moment, before laying down half over him, back to his front, and hauled his hand over her shoulder while rolling over to a crouch. It was an awkward position, but nothing some chakra wouldn’t counter.

“Let's hurry back to Konoha,” Kyo told her shakily, taking deep, gulping breaths of air and trying to force the bile back down her throat. “Can you run?”

“We'll try,” Kisaki returned, taking an experimental step forward. “Full stealth?”

“Yeah,” Kyo said, shuddering at the thought of coming across anyone else wishing to kill them in this situation. Just the potential prospect was enough to make her feel numb and mentally paralysed.

She didn't know what to do if that happened...

Exhausted, shaky and dazed, Kyo led them north-east, setting her sights on home and trying to keep herself focused on her task.

Kisaki was carrying too much weight to safety tree-walk, much less tree-jump so they stuck to the ground, moving swiftly.

She didn't dare stop to try and wrap her arm, either. Kyo had no idea if that could even make the injury worse, somehow, and the pain alone... she didn't think she'd be able to do it. Not with just one hand.

During the hours it took them, Kyo fell back regularly to check on Katsurou-sensei and Taku, every time praying to whatever powers there were that they would still be alive. She could feel Maki’s breath against her skin as they travelled, soft and small but there, and that was a blessing.

They were alive.

It was hours before midday when she noticed Kisaki flagging.

“Walk for a while,” Kyo ordered the ninken, after she'd ensured the dog drank a few mouthfuls of water from her canteen.

She took the moment choke down a rations bar, and take a drink, unwrapping another bar for Kisaki to woof down.

She was fine. They were fine. They just had to keep moving.

“Come on,” she murmured, continuing on, ignoring the slight stumble when her foot caught on a stone.

They walked. And walked.

It was nearing nightfall, when Kyo stumbled over a tree root and couldn’t find the strength to stand up with Maki anymore. She let out a tired sob of anger. She was only eight; she was too young, too small and they were going to die if she didn't-

Katsurou had a fever, and it was clear to Kyo he was in pain. The bandages she'd wrapped around his torso were stained a dark red. Taku and Maki were still unconscious. Kyo closed her eyes tightly and clenched her jaw.

“Okay,” she whispered, mostly to herself, and Kisaki’s ears twitched. “Come here, Kisaki. I’m going to take Sensei and Taku off your back.”

Kisaki whined in protest, and Kyo laid a hand on her snout, looking her in the eyes. “Kisaki. We’re close. We’re so close to Konoha, but we’ll never make it in time like this. You’re going to have to get help. You’re faster without the weight, Kisaki. And I’m lagging.”

“You’re down one arm,” Kisaki argued. “You won’t be able to protect them.”

“I still have my stealth and my poisons,” Kyo countered. “I’ll situate them near a tree then hide above and poison anyone that gets close.”

It was a far shot and both of them knew it. At best, Kyo would be able to take out an enemy before they knew she was there, and the element of surprise was lost.

But they didn’t have any other choice, and Kisaki knew it.

She licked a shallow cut on Kyo’s cheek. “Stay safe,” she said.

Kyo smiled grimly. “Run fast.”

Kisaki took one last look at their team huddled against the tree trunk, leaning against each other, then took off, disappearing quickly between the trees.

Kyo mustered her energy and jumped up onto a tree branch, quickly finding a vantage point and locking down her chakra. Her eyes drifted down to her team often, quick glances just long enough to make sure they were still alive.

If they hadn't- If they'd been in better condition, if Taku and Maki weren’t unconscious, they would have reached their destination by now, but as it was... Kyo wasn't even certain where, exactly, they were any more. She knew they were heading in the right direction, but she didn't recognize anything.

Not that it was light enough to see much of anything when it came to familiar landmarks. Not in the darkness under the trees.

Kyo... wasn't at all sure how much time passed. The minutes, hours, seemed to tick by in spurts, and she didn't really know what happened in between the moments of startling clarity.

The sky was just becoming incrementally lighter when she heard something. Her needles were in her hands immediately, primed and ready to be thrown as she held still and listened. Her nerves were wound up tighter and tighter when she heard Kisaki’s voice call out to her. “Kyo? Kyo, I found reinforcements.”

She wanted to sob in relief but first. First. “Kisaki, what happened the day after we went to the onsen?”

“Sensei gave Maki the Talk,” was the prompt answer, and she could have sworn she heard someone quickly swallow down a snort.

Kyo bit her lip, uncaring of the metallic taste that flooded her mouth, as she blinked rapidly to keep her tears at bay. A figure stepped out, moonlight reflecting off his mask and—

Oh. ANBU.

“Identify yourself,” the figure demanded, and Kyo took a moment to organize her thoughts.

“Team Katsurou,” she managed after another second. “Back from- from the Kawa border.”

Silence met her words, and for a long second it seemed like no one would do anything.

“Injuries?” The ANBU captain -or so she assumed- stepped forward.

“Taku and Maki are most likely poisoned. Don’t know how much. Sensei has a deep cut to the right side, and is likely poisoned as well,” Kyo replied as promptly as she could manage. “They need the hospital.”

If they were still alive.

How long had it been since she last checked?

The thought sent a spike of panic through her, and Kyo quickly fumbled to place her fingers on Sensei’s throat to try and find that quick, shallow, but definitely there, pulse. Then Maki, then Taku. The flutter against her fingers for all of them made her let out a small, relieved breath, almost falling to the ground when her legs felt like they were threatening to give out.

Kisaki came to her side, leaning against her in a show of solidarity and whined, giving her hand a lick. “I brought help,” she said.

“Yeah,” Kyo agreed faintly. “Yeah, you did. Good job, Kisaki.”

“What about you, kid?” The ANBU captain asked, and why wasn't anyone doing anything?

Kyo blinked uncomprehendingly at him. “They need a medic,” she repeated blankly.

She was fairly sure the man behind the mask sighed. He turned around and signed something to his team before approaching her. “We'll escort you to the hospital,” he said. “Will you let us carry your team?”

Kyo sucked in a small, quick breath, biting down on her fist to keep a sob at bay and nodded. “Please.”

The ANBU captain nodded sharply then signalled to his team to carry Sensei, Taku, and Maki. Kisaki whined, a small, low sound in her throat, when one of them hauled Taku up into their arms. Kyo laid a hand on her fur. “They’ll get them to the hospital,” she assured the dog.

One of the ANBU came up to her and knelt down on one knee to meet her bewildered gaze. “We’re still a distance from Konoha, kid, and you look like you’re on your last legs. Will you allow me to carry you back?”

She blinked at him, her hand tightening minutely against Kisaki’s fur. “I—What about Kisaki?”

Another ANBU walked over, nodding at the both of them. “I’ll carry her, if she’ll allow it.”

“I don’t—Kisaki isn’t—” Kyo twisted her expression as the words failed to come to her. “Kisaki is her own person,” she said at last. “She can make her own decision.”

Kisaki stared at the ANBU. “We will go faster?” she demanded.

The ANBU nodded, and Kisaki jerked her head in agreement. “Okay.”

“And you, kid?” the one in front of her prompted.

“Okay,” Kyo said, repeating after Kisaki. “Okay.”

I had a lot of fun reading through this! Thank you!