#she's more caught by surprise by the power of the explosion

[cburambles]

Don't you never stop thinking about how the trailer implied that Elena is so strong that the whole party need to team-up & strategize to push her down a cliff or are you normal?

[some-bunniii]

My Charming Red Savior [4]

・❥ A friend revealed, and warm feelings.

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

x: pronouns are she/her. no use of y/n.

xx: decided to change the saving fem!reader to its AO3 title, so all parts of this fic have been updated for this change as well!

~6.8k words

warnings: depictions of blood/injury

“Did I miss anything?” 

Those were the first words the King of Hell had spoken atop the large patio, as you stood in awe, battered, with dust and debris sticking to your body. You blinked, frozen in place as your eyes scanned over the pearlescent man’s figure, who grinned charmingly across from you. 

He leaned lazily against the gold railing, now partially destroyed from the small explosions that had peppered the front of the hotel. The screams and snarls from below were all but silenced now, except for one or two stragglers who could be seen making a run for it in the distance. But, not before a large, swamp-green tentacle snaked around them, and began beating them into the ground. It wasn’t long before your gaze was back on Lucifer, a million thoughts racing through your head.

It wasn’t until Lucifer’s smile faltered slightly at your silent staring, did he clear his throat, nervously tapping against the apple-tipped cane in his grip. “You look a little shaken up, are you doing good over there?” 

You were about to open your mouth to speak, until your eyes darted to another small, cylindrical object flying right towards Lucifer. You recoiled, throwing your hands in front of your face as it closed in on the fallen angel.

“Watch out!” You cried to him, squeezing your eyes shut as you waited for the familiar boom of the grenade to shake the patio. Lucifer whipped his head around, eyebrows raised as the grenade soared towards him. Lifting his arm, he caught it in his hand before it could hit him in the face, before raising it to get a closer look. 

You splayed your fingers, peeking through the small gap when you realized once more that your heart was still beating. Raising an eyebrow, your face contorted into surprise as your gaze rested on the object in Lucifer’s hand.

The bomb ticked quietly in his palm, slowly increasing in speed as the seconds went by. It vibrated in his grip, and Lucifer only inspected it casually, rolling it between his fingers with interest.

Was he just going to hold it until it exploded? You watched silently with wide eyes, unsure of what exactly was going to happen. If it went off, would the King of Hell even have a scratch on him? Maybe, that was why he seemed so confident holding a bomb in his hands. Watching Lucifer catch it casually in the air a few times only cemented that thought.

The perks of being immortal, you supposed.

“Hm, seems they got the timing off on this one,” Lucifer observed, just as the ticking seemed to increase to every millisecond. Right when you were sure it was about to go off in his palms, Lucifer’s fingers curled around it. It looked like he was squeezing the cylinder like a balloon, as the black, metal surface contorted, shifting from the pressure.

Instead of lighting into a ball of flame, the bomb exploded in a burst of multi-colored confetti. Which sprayed across the patio, a few stray pieces landing on your face as they settled onto the floor. You were silent, in awe at the magical display. Lucifer only grinned at you, a silent boast of his powers as he caught you gawking. He adjusted his collar, still leaning against the railing as he brushed some confetti from his shoulder pads.

Realizing he had noticed your staring, your cheeks began to heat in embarrassment. You lay your eyes for the first time on the most powerful man in Hell and all you can do is stand there and look dumb, get it together! Leaning forward, your head practically hits the cracked tile flooring as you bow.

“Your Majesty, I apologize for my rudeness!” You quickly pipe up, your eyes still locked to the floor as you keep your head down, “Thank you for saving my life, I don’t know if I’d be alive without your intervention.” 

“It was no biggie.” Lucifer shrugged, waving his hand in the air in a sweeping motion, as he brushed off your compliment. He lifted himself from the railing, taking a few steps forward as he began to cross the patio. “Can’t have my daughter’s friends be attacked by a couple of low-life thugs.. again! What kind of a father would that make me?”

You straightened, lifting your head to meet his gaze. Your brows furrowed as the words left his lips, mouth opening slightly as if you were about to question him on his statement.

‘Daughter’. Was he talking about Charlie? Of course, he must be, she looked like a carbon copy of him! But, that would mean… it wasn't an imp that had approached you yesterday morning during your shift. At least, not any normal imp. Does that mean you had been talking to…?

It was in the same instance that Lucifer leaned in closer to you, his eyes squinted in thought as he inspected your face. He placed a finger on his chin in thought, as he regarded you with a curious expression through those soft, yellow eyes of his. 

“Wait a second… do I know you from somewhere?” He questioned finally, raising an eyebrow in anticipation. You smiled as you thought of a response, your hands rubbing together in a soothing motion. Lucifer’s eyes lit up in recognition before you could say anything, and he snapped his finger as connected the dots.

“That's right! You were that sweet worker at the formalwear store yesterday, weren’t you? The one that opened early for me!” He beamed, taking another step closer as your eyes widened at the proximity. 

“Y-yes, that was me, Your Majesty.” You stammered out, cursing yourself so being so godamn nervous. “Except, I wasn’t really aware that you were... well, you?”

“Oh, heh, yeah, my impish disguise. Pretty good, eh?”

Yeah, it was. There wasn’t anything that would have made you guess that imp was actually Lucifer, at least before you had met the man. Except, for the height. That hadn’t seemed to change between the two appearances, as you still had to lower your head to meet his gaze even now.

You took a deep breath, calming your jittering nerves as you again realized who was standing right in front of you. Never once did you think a lowly citizen of Hell like you would be this close to the Lucifer Morningstar! Should you have kneeled instead when you greeted him? What was the proper etiquette for this kind of thing? Alastor would have surely known.

That thought made you lean over slightly to get a peek past the fallen angel’s brimmed hat. Your eyes followed the slender, shadowy forms of tentacles snaking around the last two criminals, who were trying to shoot the large masses.

“Aren’t you, um, going to go help..?” You pointed behind him, and Lucifer turned to follow your finger just as another thug was flung past the large fence that surrounded the hotel. Their squeal of fear faded as they disappeared from view. Static-laced laughter filled the air as the tentacles began to dissipate.

“Nah, I think your… friend down there has it covered.” Lucifer shrugged after a moment, turning back to face you. 

You nodded slowly, taking a deep breath to calm your jittering nerves. Between last night and this, you were about ready to lay in your bed and hibernate for the next three months. Life was exhausting, it seemed. 

“Well, that was fun!” Lucifer smiled, nodding along as he clasped his hands together. “Didn’t think I’d find drug dealers trying to knock down the walls, though. Looks like I really have to up the security around here.”

You nodded along half-heartedly, and watched as he strolled past you towards the door. He only made it a few steps before he halted, and you jumped slightly as he pivoted to face you. He waggled a finger at you, mock suspicion in his gaze as he leaned in. Now that you could get a better look at him, 

“I also was not expecting to find you here, either. Only yesterday, it seemed like you had no idea the hotel even existed. Now, I find you in the raging path of a feral tea table. An odd turn of events, don't you think?”

You smiled, heat creeping onto your cheeks in embarrassment. You probably looked pretty pathetic when Lucifer was saving you, curled in a ball while you accepted your grim fate. You wished you had some kind of badass demon magic, so you didn’t have to be so helpless. Did Alastor ever feel helpless? No, probably not, he seemed so confident in every situation you saw him face.

The way he strolled down the stairs so casually when the thugs had first attacked, made it seem like he had done that kind of thing many times before. But, it seemed like that was true, since you patched up one scuffle on his coat, and were told of his encounter with Sir. Pentious–which you simply couldn't believe would attempt such a thing, now that you’ve met him–a few months prior. 

You wondered what made him and Lucifer struggle to get along, had something happened in the past between them? Maybe, you could get Alastor to budge with that with a little prodding. For now, you were unsure of what to tell the King. How would he react if you said the only reason you were here was because of Alastor? You didn’t want to lose the friendliness you had with Lucifer, it probably wouldn't be fun to be on the King of Hell’s bad side.

Plus, it seemed like Lucifer liked you. Did that have something to do with the fact that he claimed you were a ‘rare gem’ when it came to being a nice person in Hell? He did give you all that money.. which you lost. Maybe, he’d give you some more if you played your cards right.

And, if it was as friends, you wouldn’t mind getting closer to the fallen angel. He was just so funny and charming, you couldn’t imagine the kind of gossip he had to share, and you wouldn't be bothered if he shared it with you.

“Oh, well, beeeecause I was interested in redemption! Ha-ha, yeah. When we talked earlier, your words just struck something in me! So, I took a tour and stayed the night.”

“Really? I inspired you to come to the hotel?” Lucifer asked incredulously, tilting his head thoughtfully at you. He raised an eyebrow, doubt written across his features. 

“That’s right! I mean, you even gave me a bunch of money like it was no big deal. That was very kind of you!” You nodded enthusiastically. That wasn’t exactly a lie, since the conversation with Lucifer yesterday did lead to Alastor revealing more about the hotel, which in turn piqued your interest enough to even consider staying for an extended period.

Slowly, Lucifer's eyes lit at your response, a gleam of happiness that you hadn’t noticed before. He seemed to be standing a little straighter too, as if that was some kind of confidence boost for him. Did Lucifer not… genuinely help people often? Was it something he wished he could do more often?

Seems like ruling a realm full of demons that continually commit the worst atrocities known to mankind would break an angel’s will to want to make a change. 

“I wanted to thank you again for your generosity,” you started, your tone genuine as the glint in Lucifer’s eyes only seemed to grow, “All that money you gave me would have really helped, 

“Would? What happened?” Lucifer inquired, tilting his head curiously.

“Some guy mugged me,” you stated bluntly, rubbing your shoulder awkwardly. It felt weird telling people about your most vulnerable moments. You found no enjoyment in retelling any of these scary events, and hopefully, your bad luck would end soon. 

“And they stole everything from you?”

“Yeah…”

Lucifer huffed in annoyance, his teeth baring slightly as he exhaled a hot breath. He couldn’t exactly be surprised, it was Hell. Not to mention, the guy has been neglecting his kingly duties for a while now and has only just started going to meetings for crying out loud.

“Jeez, I’m sorry about that. Here, let me jus–”

“Where did that new girl go? What do you mean you haven’t seen her?” You could hear Vaggie’s voice from downstairs, as the gaping hole in the side of the hotel made it much easier to hear their conversations now.

You heard multiple inaudible responses to the question, before Vaggie’s rose above them with renewed anger.

“She’s still up there?! you’re telling me none of you numbskulls went to get her after that big explosion?”

“₩Ⱨ₳₮?!” You heard a snarl of static at Vaggie’s words.

Tensing, you kept your eyes trained on Lucifer as you strained your ears to eavesdrop on the voices below. It seemed like they were looking for you now, did they even know whether Charlie’s dad was here? 

“Alastor, hold up!” You heard Angel Dust’s call from the bottom of the staircase, which made you pivot to face the closed doors not too far away. Lucifer, who was standing a few steps away from you, looked up curiously as the doors swung open.

Standing there, chest heaving slightly, ears twitching, was Alastor. His eyes instantly landed on you, before quickly scanning over your figure for injuries. Did he just leap up all those stairs? That wasn’t a very short distance by any means. 

His arms were outstretched beside him, as he gripped both doors. Alastor’s claws slightly dug into its wood frame as he observed the smoking, half-burnt balcony with a tight-lipped smile. It wasn’t until his eyes met Lucifer’s–you swore you saw a flicker of surprise cross his gaze–that something seemed to flip like a switch inside the demon, and Alastor straightened instantly, his ears returning to their normal placement as corrected his posture. 

A large, toothy grin appeared on his face, but you didn’t miss the way his gaze darted between you and Lucifer only a few feet apart. His eyelid twitched as Lucifer sent him a deadly grin behind you, the tension in the air thickening to the point where you felt like you’d suffocate even in this open space. 

You only smiled brightly in return, sending Alastor a finger wave as you sidled a step away from the fallen angel beside you. Lucifer, on the other hand, seemed to be having fun as he pivoted slightly to face you. A mischievous glint in his eye as he cocked his head at Alastor, a haughty look on his face.

“Can I help you?” He feigned irritation, an eyebrow quirked as he sent the demon a pointed glance. As if Alastor had just barged in on the two of you deep in discussion, souring the mood. 

Alastor wasn’t able to get a word out when multiple footsteps echoed from behind him, noisily clopping up the long staircase as they bickered amongst themselves. A familiar pink spider popped his head over Alastor’s shoulder, his eyes widening as he caught sight of the pearlescent face beside you. More heads appeared around, their eyes scanning across the balcony as they observed the scene.

“Dad?” Charlie asked, squeezing through the clump of nosy demons, surprise written across her face as she passed Alastor. 

“Honey!” Lucifer beamed, a smile gracing his features as he met his daughter halfway. Charlie extended her arms, ready to accept Lucifer’s large hug as he returned the gesture. He held her for a moment before he released her, backing up a step as the others pushed past Alastor’s figure to get a better place behind the princess.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at that art auction?” Charlie questioned, tilting her head at him. 

“That ended last night.” Lucifer nodded, “Now it’s some kind of celebratory artist-only afterparty, which means even the King of Hell cannot attend, unfortunately. So, I thought I’d drop by. Good timing, it seemed, or else your friend here  would not be standing here any longer.”

Lucifer turned to you, gesturing to the dust and debris hanging to your clothes, as you stood there silently with that same awkward smile. 

“Oh, yeah. She’s interested in being a resident of our hotel, for redemption!” Charlie smiled excitedly, proud to be able to show her father that her dream was slowly expanding. You nodded along, your hands clasped together politely as they discussed you.

“Yes, I heard! We’ve been having a nice discussion these past few minutes, her and I. A real doll, this one is, just like when I met her previously.”

“You two... have met before?” Charlie finally asked, confusion laced in her voice as she looked between the two of you. The demons behind you shot curious glances in your direction, silently waiting for more juicy details.

“She was there when I bought your tuxedo! I was in disguise, though, so nobody saw me as.. well, me. She even opened up early for me, just out of the kindness of her soul!” Lucifer scooted beside you, nudging you in the arm playfully as he spoke. “Guess you could say I owed her a rescue after that considerate gesture.”

“Did you throw a party up here, too?” Vaggie piped up from the doorway, kicking away at a few stray pieces of the colorful confetti that was sprinkled across the floor. Charlie’s eyes were glinting as she processed her father’s words, before glancing down at the new red suit that she was wearing. She looked up at you with renewed interest, a blooming on her face.

“That was all His Majesty, actually,” you finally spoke, lifting a hand to your mouth as you giggled, “It was pretty impressive, to be honest, I’ve never seen a party trick like that before. I thought the confetti was kinda funny.”

You purposely avoided looking at Alastor as you spoke, so his reaction to your praise was a mystery. Lucifer only smiled proudly beside you, your words boosting his ego. 

“Well, that’s not the only trick I’m good at,” Lucifer chuckled. Before he sent you a wink, then a playful smirk that he swept across the small crowd. Their eyes were locked on him, captivated with anticipation for the charming angel to display some of his magical talents.

Except, for Alastor, who only smiled widely, his eyes crinkled in annoyance at the theatrics. You didn’t pay him much mind, instead keeping your attention on Lucifer. During your time in Hell, you hadn’t come into contact with many figures that could harness demonic magic so effortlessly, apart from Alastor.

The King of Hell, however, was on a whole different level, he had pure angelic power. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you were not going to miss this for anything. However, it seemed your admiration was a little too evident, as you missed Alastor's squinted gaze analyzing your expression.

Lucifer finally rested his gaze on Alastor, who met his eyes,  just as he tapped his cane against the ground, a flurry of golden sparks igniting from the touch. a vortex of golden eaves began to swirl around his cane, before flooding across the destroyed, cracked floor of the balcony. It was like a small ocean pooling at your feet, and it felt like the ground was shifting underneath you. 

Sticking a finger gun towards the split table, Lucifer shot an explosion of magic against its surface, and it crackled with energy. Before you could blink, the two pieces slid together, attaching like Lego pieces back onto their legs. Fresh color adorned the wood, a lovely shade of peach with matching chairs. It settled onto the ground, with not even a scratch from the abuse it had just received.

He aimed a few more magical-loaded digits towards the broken railing, and the spilled flower pots, making pew pew sound effects with his mouth as he did so. 

The balcony began to shift back into even better condition than it originally was, the broken scenery straightening itself back into form. Slowly, the golden waves against your ankles dispersed and were pulled back into Lucifer’s cane.

The large, white marble tile beneath your feet was perfectly sealed, not a single crack upon its surface as it sparkled with a newfound shine. You lifted your leg, surprised finding your figure to be completely dry.

The demons around you stood mesmerized by the display, their eyes glowing and lips puckered in a small o. Alastor only tapped his claws against his cane impatiently. 

“How is that for a party trick?” Lucifer turned to you, sending you a charming grin. 

You were about to open your mouth before Charlie appeared at your side with a happy squeak. Her blonde hair cascaded down your shoulder, the silky strands like feathers against your skin. 

“Thank you for the help, Dad!” Charlie beamed, squeezing her cheeks as she stared lovingly at her father, “it’s so great to see you make new friends, too!”

“And, new clients!” Lucifer boasted, adjusting his bowtie with a grin “Last time we talked, I told her all about the hotel and what it offered. Seems like my salesmanship charm prevails once more.”

“How funny,” Alastor’s voice crackled with static as he strode up beside Charlie, planting himself into the small group’s discussion with a grin,  “but it appears His Majesty is mistaken, for it was I who persuaded our darling belle here to take a chance at redemption.”

“Pfft! You? Please, you couldn’t even convince an angel to redeem themselves. At least, not with that haircut!” Lucifer laughed, and your mouth dropped open, your gaze flicking to Alastor, who seemed to hesitate for a moment in shock at the bold insult. 

Your eyes darted to Charlie. She returned the look, before slapping a hand over her dad’s mouth.

“Okay, moving on!” She replied cheerfully, pinching her dad’s lips closed as she turned towards the staircase. Vaggie shot a glare toward the rest of the onlookers, who began to sadly shrink away.

“I’m afraid Your Majesty is uninformed!” Alastor ignored Charlie, as he walked closer to stand right beside you. Sweat beaded on your forehead, your heartbeat quickening at the realization you were directly in the middle of the two dueling forces. 

“Of what?” Lucifer questioned.

“Why, of our association, of course,” Alastor said sweetly, grasping your arm gently as he gestured to your figure. Heat crept onto your cheeks, as you let him slide in closer to you.

“You two know each other?” Lucifer asked, doubt laced in his face as he shot you a questioning stare. You only averted your gaze, unsure of how to respond to all of the prying eyes.

“Indeed! I’m sure you’re familiar with a charm like this?” Alastor smiled innocently, before gingerly holding out your hand, gesturing to your ring finger. That golden ring glinted in the sunlight, and the small rose-gold engraving of the letter A was on full display. 

Lucifer’s eyes widened after a moment, and his gaze shot to you, then to Alastor, before landing back on the ring. He seemed to reel back slightly as it finally dawned on him, before his face settled into a look that silently grumbled ‘You gotta be kidding me.’

Charlie gasped, clutching her cheeks as she leaned in closer for a better look. The ecstatic look on her face was a complete inverse to her father, who only averted his gaze at the sight. 

You stood with an awkward smile, heat creeping onto your cheeks as you sidled slightly away from Alastor. You did not expect him to be sprinting it back onto these guys, in front of Lucifer no less.

The King only turned to you, disbelief in his features as he sent you a pointed stare.

“You’re telling me you work at a formalwear store, and you picked a guy with this bad of a wardrobe?” He gestured subtly to Alastor’s suit, a grimace on his face as he eyed the demon’s style with contempt.

Alastor only adjusted his bow tie, throwing his hair back as he straightened. He shot you a pointed look too, prodding you with a ‘Are you really going to agree with him?’ stare.

You said nothing, so Alastor only turned to face Lucifer, clasping his hands with a large smile, “I’d take your fashion advice to heart, Your Majesty, but it seems your taste lies at the bottom of a bargain bin, so I must respectfully disagree.”

“Bargain bin?!” Lucifer gasped, a hand shooting up to his chest as he recoiled. A growl rose from the fallen angel’s throat as he opened his mouth to retort, only for Charlie to grab him from behind and pull him away from Alastor.

“I’ll pay you triple the amount from yesterday if you just take that ring off!” Lucifer begged as Charlie dragged him down the steps. “Do you fancy goat horns? I know of someone in the Wrath Ring that is available!”

The father-daughter duo disappeared from view, their voices muffled as you watched the doors slam shut with a crackle of green energy. Turning to face Alastor, you find a smug grin dancing on his lips. You frowned, did this guy really just insult the King of Hell like the man couldn’t stomp him in a moment?

“Your arrogance knows no bounds,” you chastise the demon, waggling your finger as you spoke, “speaking so comfortably with the King in such a condescending manner. He could smite you for that, you know.” 

“Verbal sparring with the monarchy is a favorite pastime of mine, sweetheart! I’m sure our dear king enjoys it just as much as I.” Alastor shrugged, twisting the cane between his claws as he regarded you with playful eyes.

“You are such a pain in my—”

Your words died in your throat when the outline of a dark-red rose was thrust towards you, Alastor’s fingers gently curled around its stem as he held it up for view. 

“For you.” He smiled, his lips curled in a soft grin. 

“Me? But, where did you get this?”

“Some bumbling oaf down there was going to stomp on it, so I stomped him, instead,” Alastor shrugged, extending the rose closer to you as he spoke, “I thought it would be something you’d find interest in. It… reminded me of you.”

Your eyes widened slightly, gaze lowering towards the wine-colored flower. It was beautiful, even with its slightly jagged petals, and the much larger thorns that covered the black stem. 

But, for Hell, it was such a relieving sight. To know that something that presented emotions could exist in such an apathetic, pessimistic environment like the realm around you. Honestly, it didn’t have that many similarities in comparison to Earth’s rose, but its mere resemblance made nostalgia pull at your heartstrings.

Old emotions began to boil inside you, and your throat tightened. Even after all the hardships, you still missed the trees and the smell of real, fresh air. The feeling of the sun against your skin, kissing you with a warmth that always stirred a smile onto your lips. Hearing the morning doves in the early spring morning, their gentle coos echoing through the thin veil of fog that settled onto the dew-filled grass. 

Now, you were stuck here. A dark, dirty realm that gave you its fair share of grief too. A lot in the span of two days, even. But, the good in it, was seeing the genuine smile that greeted you every time Alastor drank in your presence. Like this morning, when you agreed to join him on the patio, and the way his ears seemed to stand even taller when you said yes. 

It was also the fact that Alastor was so intent on presenting this lovely gift to you, that he killed someone just so the rose would survive the chaos, that made you feel so warm and giddy inside.

A smile bloomed across your face, and you gently wrapped your fingers around the stem, right above Alastor’s own. The top of your hand grazed against the softer texture of the rose’s petals, but its sharp thorns nicked at the skin on your fingertips, causing you to grimace slightly. You adjusted your grip slowly, the pain ebbing as you found a comfortable hold.

Your hand brushed Alastor’s as he released his grip, pulling his hand towards him, his gaze traveling to your arm lifting as you inspected the rose closer. All the memories of long, forgotten experiences made years prick at your eyes. 

“I.. don’t know what to say. This is so sweet of you,” you replied softly, eyes still locked on the rose and you gently caressed its petals, “thank you, Alastor.” 

Alastor watched the emotion flood across your face, and for the first time, he didn’t know what to say next. The look on your features made him feel.. strange. 

As if, this was a reaction nobody in Hell has ever given him before, excluding Charlie. It was fear and anger that only ever greeted him. Which he preferred, it made him feel strong, made him feel powerful. 

Your soft, sweet smile, however, was something Alastor could get used to. The way the dimples on your cheeks deepened slightly as your lips curled delicately. As if you too were a rose, your petals softly opening for the new day. 

His gaze still rested on you as the tip of your nose inched closer to the petals, before you inhaled a deep breath.

It smelled surprisingly sweet, but also with a warm, earthy scent. A hint of smokiness underneath the layer of the sugared aroma. It reminded you of a wood-burning stove, or the smell of firewood that clung to your shirt after a night in the wilderness.

But, also… the faint metallic tang of blood. 

Brows furrowing, you pull the flower away, your eyes traveling to the barely visible glistening substance coating part of the stem. It almost mirrored the color of the dark-red petals, and you lifted your gaze to Alastor.

When your eyes traveled up his figure, it was the small trails of red liquid that dripped from his fingertips that made you recoil, a hand to your mouth as you gasped.

“Alastor, you’re bleeding!” The worry in your voice was obvious as you stepped closer to him, trying to get a better look at the small gashes on his skin. He regarded it with indifference, as if it was just a simple bother. You frowned at his reaction, there was no way that didn’t hurt!

He was a sinner, just like you, and almost everyone in the hotel. Mortality was still present in his afterlife, including the sensation of pain. No matter how hard he tried to present himself as a powerful being like Lucifer, he was still just a man who felt the same things you did. If not, with a little different... perspective. 

“It is nothing, do not fret about me, my doe,” Alastor brushed off your words, beginning to pull his hand away from your view. You saw a drop of blood leave the tip of his claw, falling onto the cracks below your feet, “they are just feeble scratches, nothing I, the Radio Demon can’t handl–”

Alastor’s words died in his throat, the last of his sentence coming out in pure static as his pupils dilated on your hand wrapping around his wrist. Your grip was firm, preventing him from shielding the wounds from you, as you tugged his hand closer.

This was the boldest move you had made since the two of you had first met. It was usually Alastor who made the first gesture, who took your hand and touched you softly. As if you were a fragile doll that could crack at the teeniest bit of pressure.

The man was so used to control, having complete say in who touched him—which was never, unless you count Angel Dust whenever he tried riling up the demon—and why. If you were some normal face in the crowd making such a move, he’d probably have torn them apart.

But oh, the warmth from your touch that greeted his cool skin had him yearning for more. That blissful feeling that seemed to bloom from inside his bones, that traveled like a river through his veins, filling him up with a strange, yet awfully familiar feeling.

Like, when his mother would sit him down at the table for dinner, a bowl of hot, steaming Jambalaya in her hands that she made just for him. Anytime she noticed he had a hard day, she’d cook his favorite meal.

As a child, he had eagerly scarfed it down, impatient to fill his stomach with such a treat. When he grew older, however, he learned to slow down and savor the explosion of flavors that tickled his taste buds in every bite. 

He remembered the way the delicacy traveled down his throat, and how it felt like a fire was igniting in his belly. The warmth emanating from your skin reminded him so much of that.

And that smile that always graced your features at the sight of him? Alastor remembered that from somewhere too. His mother’s lips always curved into a soft, gentle grin that would make anyone butter up in their presence.

Your lips seemed to curve just the same, and the demon was sure if the two of you would have met before the afterlife. His mother would have loved to meet you. 

Alastor remained deathly silent, his muscles tense as you splayed out his claws, turning his hand over to have his palm face up. There was dried blood across the smooth skin, which meant he had been bleeding for a while now. 

How hard was Alastor holding the rose during the fight that he cut up his hand like this? If it wasn’t for the bickering between him and Lucifer, you surely would have noticed it earlier.

Your fingers gently brushed against the small cuts, blood still slowly seeping from beneath the demon’s skin. You nudged his wound softly, inspecting it with worry. 

“Does that hurt?” You asked softly with furrowed brows.

“Does it matter?” Alastor scoffed, averting your expectant gaze.

“Yes! It does, actually!” You retorted, before your gaze moved to your outfit with a determined look. Quickly, you reached down, taking a fistful of fabric in your grasp before pulling it hard. With some friction, it began to tear away from the rest of your garment.

Now, you had a large piece of cloth in one hand, and Alastor’s wrist in the other. Reaching forward, you began to cover his cuts tightly against the fabric.

“Must you ruin such a pretty outfit for something so insignificant like my hand?” Alastor inquired, exasperation lacing his voice, “You’re treating it like some kind of battle wound, I am fine, my doe.” 

He didn’t pull away from you, however, as you finished patching up his injury. Inspecting his hand closer, you eyed work for a moment, before you shook your head, dissatisfied. 

“I forbid you from doing any activities for the rest of today until you address your wounds,” you declared, crossing your arms sternly. 

“Forbid?” He inquired, quirking a brow in amusement.

“That’s right! If you don’t take care of your injury, or let me do it for you, then I’ll have no choice but to put my foot down.”

Alastor squinted at you for a moment, that grin masking his thoughts as he regarded you. Was he going to argue? Sweat beaded on your forehead as you anticipated his answer. It wasn’t like you could exactly stop the powerful demon from doing what he wanted, but you also couldn't just let him strain his wound further because of pride.

Alastor didn’t argue. Instead, he simply shrugged, a pleased smile gracing his features. He closed his eyes thoughtfully, before holding a limp hand towards you. 

“Well, if you insist,” he hummed, cracking one eye open to watch you expectantly.

“Really..?” You asked in disbelief, regarding his hand with suspicion.  

“If the lady wishes to fuss over my health, I suppose I could heed her demands,” Alastor responded casually, lifting his hand closer towards you, “and, how could I refuse such a generous offer?”

You smiled playfully before slowly wrapping your fingers around the makeshift gauze, trying to get a good grip around his cuts as you held his hand.

“Is there somewhere I could get medical aid inside? Baindaids, alcohol solution… ibuprofen?”

Did Ibuprofen even exist down here? There had to be something similar at least, the Pride Ring was full of mortals that could still feel pain. Was Alastor in a lot of pain? Even if he was, you probably wouldn't get a straight answer from him. 

Now, you understood why Alastor and Lucifer didn’t like each other. They were just fighting for who was really the embodiment of pride.

“Hm..” Alastor tilted his head in thought, before his ears twitched, and a sly smile graced his lips, “I do believe I know just the place!”

Without a word, he returned your grip and pulled you closer to him. Your breath hitched, your chest almost bumping against Alastor’s as he took your other hand. The two of you looked as if you were about to start a waltz, as the demon looked out towards the railing, his chest still facing yours as his smile grew.

“Hang on tight, my dear!” He stated chipperly, and you fastened your grip hastily. The air began to crackle with energy, goosebumps rippling across your skin as static seemed to tickle at your figure. Green smoke pooled at your feet, and that familiar tingling sensation overtook you, just like the first time you were teleported. 

Alastor only pulled you closer right as the smoke blasted up, cold air hitting your face as you were pulled into darkness. The presence of the hand against yours was faint, but at least you weren't alone this time. You kept your eyes squeezed shut, your heart racing as you waited to feel the floor against your feet once more. Then, you felt a thumb brush softly against your knuckles, it circled soothingly across your skin, and you relaxed slightly.

What felt like minutes really only took a couple of seconds, as you felt soft lighting hit your eyelids, and Alastor stir beside you. His hand didn’t leave yours, as he waited for you to join reality.

“Not so bad, hm?” He prodded you slightly, beckoning you back into reality.

Letting your pupils adjust to the light, the familiar wallpaper from the hotel corridor met your vision. Did he really just materialize the two of you across the building? You didn't have any problem walking, but perhaps Alastor was trying to avoid the small crowd that would have met them at the bottom of the patio stairs.

“I feel kind of queasy,” you responded, shaking your head of the fog in the back of your mind.

“After a few times through, it won’t bother you anymore,” Alastor assured.

Trying to get a better estimate of your location, you turned your head to one side of the hall, taking in the sight of a dark, oak door. The familiar numbering made you quirk a brow, tilting your head towards the smiling demon. He met your gaze, a soft, lipped smile on his face.

“We’re going in my room?”

“Not quite..” he hummed, gripping your shoulders and pivoting you to the opposite side. Your eyes widened, gaze locked onto the matching door of Alastor’s room.

You stayed silent, feet frozen in place as you watched him take a few steps, his good hand wrapping around the spherical doorhandle. Slowly, he twisted the knob until it clicked softly. The hinges creaked with age, and the hallway lights began to spill into the darkened room as the crack in the doorway widened.

You couldn’t see anything through the slightly opened entryway, but your heart quickened as the second passed by. Your eyes flicked up to Alastor, who regarded you curiously, his gaze gentle as your nerves began to display on your face. 

“Ladies first!” He beamed, his smile an assurance to your heated skin.

He obviously wanted you to go inside, and part of your brain was nudging you forward with excitement. Alastor was inviting you into his quarters, he was allowing you to take a step inside his world, to get to know him! 

The other part whispered hesitation. What lay behind that door? Surely, more than just medical supplies.

It was as if you wrapped a sheet around the reluctance that was beginning to plague your mind, stuffing it underneath the floorboards of your brain. You weren't going to let your flustered mind get the better of you, and have you miss such an opportunity to get closer to the charming demon.

Exhaling a quiet breath, you banished your nerves into the air. Straightening your back, you sent Alastor a warm smile and took a step forward.

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Sneak Attack

Plot: Bakugou’s tough demeanor at UA is constantly challenged by YN’s unintentional act of kindness, slowly revealing a softer side of him.

Bakugou and YN were classmates at UA High, but Bakugou found himself in an unusual problem whenever he was around YN. She had this knack for doing adorable things without realizing it, like smiling brightly or being naturally kind. For Bakugou, who was known for his tough exterior and explosive temper, this was a constant source of flustering embarrassment.

Whenever YN would smile at him or innocently compliment his achievements, Bakugou's face would turn red. He'd often snap at her, "Damn you and your sneak attack! I told you to stop it!" YN would always look confused because she had no idea what he meant.

One day, during a training exercise, YN accidentally tripped and Bakugou, being nearby, rushed to help her up. She thanked him with a genuine smile, and Bakugou, caught off guard by her sweetness, mumbled something incomprehensible before storming off, his face as red as his explosions.

Bakugou clenched his fists as he watched YN effortlessly help a lost kitten down from a tree during lunch break. Her gentle smile and soft-spoken reassurances to the scared animal made Bakugou's heart skip a beat. As she returned, unaware of his gaze, Bakugou grumbled under his breath.

"Darn it, YN! Stop being so damn... nice!"

YN tilted her head, puzzled. "Huh? What did I do now, Bakugou?"

"Nothing! Forget it!" Bakugou snapped, turning away to hide the faint blush on his cheeks.

Later that week, during a training session, Bakugou and YN found themselves partnered together for a sparring exercise. YN, always cheerful and supportive, encouraged Bakugou as they strategized.

"You've got this, Bakugou! Just like we practiced!"

Bakugou couldn't help but feel a surge of determination fueled by her unwavering belief in him. As they fought side by side, he noticed YN's effortless grace and quick reflexes, which complemented his explosive power perfectly.

After a successful round, YN beamed at him, her eyes sparkling with pride. "See? We make a great team!"

Bakugou grunted in response, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he turned away, muttering something about needing to train harder.

As the school year progressed, Bakugou found himself seeking out YN's company more often, whether it was for study sessions or casual chats. Each time he saw her smile or heard her laugh, Bakugou's heart raced uncontrollably. It was infuriating how easily she could affect him.

One afternoon, after a particularly intense training session, YN approached Bakugou with a bottle of water and a concerned expression. "Are you okay, Bakugou? You pushed yourself really hard today."

Bakugou scoffed but accepted the water nonetheless. "I'm fine. Just need to work on a few things."

YN nodded understandingly, then surprised Bakugou by gently patting his shoulder. "You're doing great, Bakugou. Don't be so hard on yourself."

Bakugou felt a warmth spread through him at her words, and he found himself blurting out, "Damn it, YN! You're always doing this!"

YN blinked in confusion. "Doing what?"

"Sneak attacking me with your... your kindness!" Bakugou's face flushed crimson, but he met YN's gaze with a rare vulnerability in his eyes.

YN's confusion melted into a soft smile. "Oh, Bakugou... I didn't realize."

Before Bakugou could react further, YN leaned in and hugged him briefly, catching him completely off guard. Bakugou stiffened for a moment before tentatively returning the hug, his heart pounding in his chest.

From that day on, Bakugou gradually became more comfortable showing his softer side around YN. They shared moments of laughter, understanding, and occasional bickering that only brought them closer together.

As graduation day approached, Bakugou found himself standing nervously in front of YN, a small box in his hands. He had rehearsed what he wanted to say a hundred times in his head, but now, his mind went blank.

YN tilted her head, smiling gently. "What's on your mind, Bakugou?"

Bakugou took a deep breath, then blurted out, "I... I like you, YN. More than just a friend."

YN's eyes widened in surprise, then softened with happiness. "Oh, Bakugou..."

Before she could say anything else, Bakugou quickly opened the box to reveal a small pendant shaped like an explosion, symbolizing their time together at UA High.

"I know it's not much," Bakugou muttered, suddenly feeling awkward.

YN took the pendant delicately in her hands, her eyes shining with tears of joy. "It's perfect, Bakugou. Thank you."

Bakugou scratched the back of his head, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "Yeah, well... don't get used to me being all mushy like this."

YN laughed, a sound that warmed Bakugou's heart like nothing else. "I wouldn't dream of it, Bakugou."

As they walked hand in hand towards their future, Bakugou couldn't help but feel grateful for YN's persistent kindness that had turned his world upside down in the best possible way. And amidst all the explosions and challenges they faced, their love continued to grow, strong and steady like Bakugou's unwavering resolve.

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Momo and The Scent In The Dance Room

Male Reader X Momo

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: The inspiration for this was to give more attention to the scents/smell of smut activities which I believe to be the most neglected of the 5 senses in writings, including my own. I could see why as it’s difficult, and often a bit too raw and dirty to write out but I enjoyed the writing this one, finding it a good challenge. If you have any thoughts or feedback I’d love to hear from you.

Also Happy Late Birthday Momo you are the cutest 🍑 in the world!

Scent is the most under appreciated of all the senses in the act of sex. Now you and your girlfriend Hirai Momo were guilty of also ignoring this powerful sense, focusing more on the touch, sight, taste, and hearing when alone in your bedroom.

But this all changed the night you stayed behind with Momo at the dance studio, you and your girlfriend shifting between different positions, bodies moving on instinct to the music being played on the speakers. The sound of your guys’s sneakers squeaking on the wooden floor blended in with the pop song being played loudly as the two of you moved to the rhythm, eyes on your own reflections in the gigantic mirror in front of you.

You were a couple of steps behind of course, which should be expected as your girlfriend is the dancing queen. But what surprises you most is how her speed hasn’t slowed at all despite the overwhelming heat in the room. Raising the temperature to such levels was her idea, some days choosing to keep it very cool and on this day very warm. This was Momo’s way of really pushing her body, making sure she has the ability to dance regardless of temperature.

“No more, I need a break,” you pant over the music. Momo doesn’t hear you or maybe she does but doesn’t acknowledge, her eyes still on her reflection and caught in a trance as her body grooves to the beat.

As you rest your back on the corner of the wall you take the chance to observe your charming girlfriend. She’s wearing a regular pare of sweats but what catches your eyes is how drenched her ass is from all the sweating and how you could make out the lines of her panties underneath. It didn’t help that she has a visible wedgie, her panties and pants having their fabric pulled into her ass, something that some may find embarrassing to watch but you find rousing. It is quite common in explosive dancing for your under garments to find themselves in uncomfortable positions and adjusting it continuously could become a hassle, so just leaving it be until after the session is over isn’t a bad idea.

Your eyes then move to the mirror where you see her reflection, watching attentively as the dance choreography involves a lot of lifting of the arms which allows you to catch continuous sights of her underarms, completely drenched with sweat and glistening under the light of the dance studio.

She was so seductive in these moments and watching her in her element like this, a sweaty and dirty mess that she was made it hard to turn away the dirty thoughts that were appearing.

The music finally comes to an end and Momo bends down resting her hands on her knees, sweat drops dripping from the tip of her nose, abs soaked as well with her navel visible from the tank top she’s wearing, abs tightening as she takes sharp intakes of air.

At this point the yearning for your girlfriend increases, you becoming more eager to quench this thirst that no doubt has been made in part by the rousing heat in the room, your body wanting nothing more than to cool down by removing your clothing and preferably hers as well.

“Ah, that was good,” Momo huffs as she picks herself up. “We’ve been going at it for a few hours now. I think that should be good.”

“I didn’t know this is what you go through each day,” you comment as you wave your shirt back and forth trying to find some coolness in this heat.

“I thought I’d make it extra rough since you wanted to join in today,” she teases, walking over to the wooden table by the doors entrance, pausing her phone to prevent the next song from being played.

Her back is turned to you as you watch with your heart racing, her bra strap visible from under her top, the drenched sweatpants, and the bitter scent in the air of her and your sweat combined made for a tantalizing experience. Maybe it was the pheromones that were guiding you but either way you bring yourself over to her, caressing her ass with your hands as you pressed light kisses to her neck.

“I mean… I wouldn’t mind doing something else that’s a bit rough,” you whisper into Momo’s ear as her eyes flutter, a low moan escaping her lips as you can see clearly she’s in heat herself and wants you just as bad despite not showing any clear signs earlier in the day, but then again you do know of Momo’s habit. Sometimes she’d watch you when you didn’t know, mesmerized by the way you move, your smile, and by the overall energy you bring. You typically wouldn’t even know about it until the clothes came off and you two would engage in some pillow talk.

“I-It’s getting late… and besides, this is the trainees room,” she stutters out unconvincingly as you know she wants this just as bad as you do. This was her way of playing tease, push and pull.

“The windows are tinted,” you grunt in her ear, tongue cleaning up some of the sweat on her shoulders but ends up making it a bit more messy. “And besides it’s late at night. It’s probably just you and me in the building. You’ve got the keys, no?” Turning her around so she now faces you, smirking when she gives a reluctant nod with eyes fluttering, her face reddened and her lower lip quivering.

“You’re just so fuckable,” you whisper as you bring your lips onto hers, initiating the first romantic encounter you two have had all day, knowing just how much Momo was aching for this as well. She was a homebody after all and loved being alone in your embrace, sometimes just watching tv with your cock warming her core or yours fingers lightly rubbing her cunt as you laid in bed after a tiring day.

Not being able to touch you all day as she was focused on her dance routine and on giving you the dancing experience made her an erotic mess, the anticipation building within her for this moment. Momo gets extremely horny on the days she does her intense exercise routines.

She knew what she was doing of course when she’d flash you her backside throughout the day, clear visible lines of her panties moistened and being pulled into her ass, her towel completely dry as she hadn’t bothered wiping off the sweat that had accumulated knowing you had your eyes on her throughout the day.

You guys had you lips locked, Momo being the first one to slip in her tongue, showing that despite the initial protest she was more than willing to help push the pace.

You and Momo stand in the middle of the room, tongue to tongue with your bodies pressed to each other. You can feel the sweat off Momo’s damp clothing as you press to each other, the sweat proof of the physical work the two of you have been putting in for the last few hours.

You tug at Momo’s tank as she raises her arms giving you room to pull it off, though it takes some tugging as it sticks to her body, the material of the shirt hugging at her due to the excess sweat. She tugs at yours as well as you break the kiss, throwing your own shirt off to speed up the process. Momo steps back and begins to unclasp her black bra, dropping to the ground as she lightly kicks it to the side.

“In a rush are we?” You tease as she rolls her eyes, your eyes glued to her full breasts with their firmness in shape, the nipples a bright pink which slowly harden from the sudden exposure out of her bra. She bends down to deal with her sneakers and you get the full view of her drenched cleavage where the sweat looks to have built up, tiny individual drops rolling down ever so slowly and coming into contact with her areola before dripping to the ground. Your desire to have your mouth nibble at her perfect perky pink nipples leaves you with a growing bulge in your sweatpants.

You proceed to quickly tear off your own undergarments, tossing them to the side and not even taking the time to untie your shoes properly, instead opting to rip them off roughly and toss them anywhere that wasn’t directly in front of you.

You were left in your birthday suit, your massive erection pointing directly in Momo’s direction who has her shoes and socks off, but struggles with the sweatpants which stick to her toned legs as did the tank to her upper body earlier. The sweatpants turns inside out as she forcefully removes it off her feet, the inside of the sweatpants showing small patches of sweat that had built up over the dance session. You don’t opt to help her with removing her clothing, but rather stand there stroking your cock slowly, pre cum beginning to droop on your palm leading to the head of your cock to become quite sensitive as the liquid sticks to the tip.

This was a a sight you wanted to savor, your beautiful girlfriend a sweaty mess trying her quickest to get her clothes off so she could be stretched by you.

Just watching made your mouth dry despite the recent mouth-watering tongue to tongue action you two had when you were tongue deep in her mouth and vice versa. You watch as your girlfriend slowly takes her panties off with the wetness from between her crotch sticking to the fabric of the panties, breaking apart the further she pulls them down before she tosses them aside where they land next to her bra. There was a very obvious patch of her juices covering the area where the cunt sits on her panties and you were definitely going to find an excuse to keep those for later.

You walk slowly to Momo, hands immediately caressing her backside as your mouth crashed with hers, no longer dry as your tongues swirl in each others mouth, breath hitching between you two as you both need to break to take a sharp intake of breath. “Are you trying to eat my mouth?” She says playfully in between the kiss and all you can do is grunt in response, finding the taste of her mouth ecstatic and the sound of your entangled tongues lewd and lascivious. Your cock rested on her stomach causing the tip of your throbbing penis with its growing precum to touch her abs, causing a jolt to run through you due to the sensitivity of your cock’s head, your precum sitting nicely atop her naval area.

As you pull away you’re suddenly reminded of the dance practice where your eyes were pulled to her armpits. How nice they looked every time they were exposed and how you, in that moment, understood why some people really find armpits very attractive. Might as well give it a try.

You lift her arms up as she looks at you confusingly with a pout and her brows furrowed, pressing your tongue against her glistening armpit as she lets out a cry, not expecting the sudden sensation.

“N-not there babe,” Momo sighs as you let your tongue lather her underarm, Momo fidgeting under the ticklish touch of your tongue. This was a completely new experience for the two of you. The thought of eating her armpit out as though it was her cunt was never something that really crossed your mind but the way it was saturated with sweat as she danced just looked so… beautiful.

It doesn’t make sense, but then again it’s late at night in a dance studio and you two are naked in a room brimming with humidity. Now was not the time to worry about being “normal.”

Momo squirms as you continue to flicker your tongue at her armpit. Your other hand slides down Momo’s abdomen until you reach her cunt, using your fingers to rub at her folds as her whimpers now become drawn out moans, her hips bucking as the pace with which you rub her sensitive area hits a frantic pace.

Her armpit itself was smooth with there being a salty taste to it, unsurprising as it was where the sweat had built up throughout the dance practice.

You could feel your hands moistened from her cum as you finally pull yourself off of her underarm, gauging Momo’s reaction to see how she took that sudden fondling. Her red lipstick was slightly smeared with the plumpness of her lips sharing a resemblance with her throbbing pussy lips which itself was heavy with arousal, hair a disheveled mess with her bangs sticking to her forehead messily, and breathing heavy with her knees lightly trembling from the pleasure. You took that as a very good sign.

“That’s off the bucket list,” you joke as Momo responds with “Never knew you wanted to fuck my armpits.”

“Neither did I,” you whisper to yourself, surprised at you own sudden attraction to her underarm.

“Wait a second babe, I’m sweating up a storm here,” Momo says breaking the hold you had on her to make her way to the thermometer on the other side of the room when you stopped her, grabbing her by the wrists and turning her around. You wrap your arms around her legs before lifting Momo up as she lets out a shuddering cry at suddenly being lifted in the air.

“It’s kinda nice like it is, don’t you think? Makes this more hot, figuratively and literally,” You ask as you see her pull a sheepish smile while shaking her head, probably thinking how big of a perv you are but knowing that she was one too deep down.

With that reassurance Momo wraps her legs around your waist as you walk over to the long table where your phones and other gadgets sit and set her down.

Momo’s bare cheeks on the table causes a chill to run through her body as you spread her legs, bending down and planting a trail of kisses along Momo’s inner thighs, taking your time to get to her pretty pink pussy.

It’s a much dirtier scent than that of which you’re used to when having sex with a clean bathed Momo who typically smells of her peach creams and high end perfumes.

This on the other hand is more erotic and defiled, a scent of a woman who is at her most raw and most dirty, who has spent the last few hours engaging in intense bodily work which is responsible for this bitter scent which you find utterly arousing. It’s a musky smell that is quite strong on the nose, a bitter tinge to it but you find yourself loving even this part of your dancing queen girlfriend. This smell is raw, more carnal and frankly for some, maybe even gross.

This is the reality of sex outside of scented perfumes and shampoos. This is an unclean eroticism, the dirtiness of it feeling deeply primal. Momo herself doesn’t seem to care or worry that her scent may be coming off as more harsh than usual as her mind is simply on the toe curling pleasure that you are putting her through. And you don’t care either as you find the scent intoxicating and this entire situation exciting, wanting nothing more than to ravish Momo as though you two were wild animals wanting to engage in each others body in their most dirty state.

You press your mouth to her cunt and immediately taste the zesty and salty pussyfolds that are lubricated with her juices but also moist from sweat. “Fuck baby, do it like you always do,” Momo groans as her hands begin to softly tug at your dampened hair.

“Of course, love. I know just how you like it.”

First you inhale and then blow at her cunt, causing her to squirm at the sudden cool air and causing her to let out a whimper, her legs tapping quickly on the wooden floor, loving the feeling as goosebumps being to appear throughout her body. You lift her legs up so they’re now resting on your shoulders to give you deepest access to her folds. First you nibble at her clit, sucking on it as your fingers pump her inside, your hand moistened more and more each time you plunge in and out.

“Keep going babe,” Momo begs and you continue to give her what she wants. You trace around Momo’s pussy with your tongue, the salty taste being quite strong to swallow but you don’t mind in your current state of impassioned ecstasy. You take time to tease her as well, taking your mouth off of her lower lips and instead using your tongue to lap at her inner thighs.

“Not right now, Y/N,” she whines as you smile to yourself while nibbling the inside of her thigh before returning to the intoxicatingly musky cunt in front of you.

You let your tongue rest just above the clit where her neatly trimmed hair sits, now a disheveled mess from being drenched in sweat, and proceed to go up and down in a completely straight line as your tongue lathers up her sex, Momo letting out desperate, filthy noises in response. You go low enough to where your tongue is now lightly brushing against her taint. You flick at it, letting the tangy scent so close to her nether area intoxicate you with its strong aroma. Momo can only let out soft whimpers in response.

Now you return to her swollen cunt where you part her lips and stick your tongue into her hole, starting off slow and controlled before going frenetic, licking up and down the entire cunt, even the very few trimmed hair she has down there getting caught up in your frantic pace.

“Fuck baby just like that,” Momo moans having her hands in your sweaty hair, gently pushing your face closer to her sex as she grinds her hips into your mouth. When Momo grinds into your face with her hips like that you know she’s getting desperate, wanting you to use your tongue to go deeper, make her pussy a sloppy mess.

You include your fingers as well, pumping her inner hole as your let your tongue nip at her bud that has slightly swelled due to arousal. Her wet juices and the sweat mix together to create a torrent of wetness that engulfs your fingers. Each time you pull out your finger it’s more damp than before, the wetness from her slit steadily increasing in quantity.

You lift yourself up, immediately crashing your lips onto hers, giving her the opportunity to taste herself, a little kink you know she has. Something about the idea of tasting herself always turned her on and the fact that the mediator is you makes it even better.

Tongues collide and you stay in this position allowing Momo to taste the lewdness of her most precious area. She moans into it and grabs the back of your neck with one hand, the other helping her keep balance as she leans back slightly on the table, desperate to get more of the taste that has her addicted, the mixture of her cum mixed with your hot breath, the bitter smell of her sex and the sharp scent of your sweat.

You step back from the kiss as her hot breath lingers on your face, admiring the work of art in from of you. Momo’s bangs were stuck to her forehead due to the lather from the sweat. Her cheeks flushed, sweat soaking her toned body with drops slowly tumbling down falling into her naval area, the small amount of pubic hair she has around her cunt being a mess from the mixture of sweat, your spit and her wetness.

There’s also a noticeable moist smudge where Momo’s ass sits on the table, accumulating over the time she’s spent sitting there as her body heat increased from the sex and the room temperature. The humidity of the room has turned you both into a sweating mess, but that only increases the carnal pleasure of the whole situation.

“I need to cum baby. You’ve made me wait long enough,” Momo hums to you as she lays down on the table, legs spread in the air with her hole in complete view, her folds wet and slathered in her cream.

“It’s getting hot in here. Let’s finish this up,” you reply with a low growl, using the heat of the room as the excuse for why you’re in a hurry, when the reality is that you don’t know how long you’ll be able to last without cumming.

You align your cock with her center, rubbing the head against the lips of her pussy, the warmth emanating from her slit and the friction of your most intimate parts causing the two of you to moan out, the noise coming from her closer to gasps and hums as the long night of pleasure has made her very sensitive down there.

“Don’t fucking tease me,” Momo spits as she lightly kicks at your abs with one of her legs that’s swaying in the air. You laugh at this, so deeply in love with this woman whom you have done so many dirty, perverted things with because she draws these parts out of you that you never knew you had.

And right now with her laying on the table, both her upper lips and pussy lips swollen, sweat covering her breasts and abdomen, and her bottom lip quivering in anticipation, you knew what you wanted most was to make this a night she’d never forget.

To have her remember that on this night you had reduced her to a sweating fuck bunny who didn’t care what smell she was emitting or what she tasted like. In this moment she was cock hungry, hungry for your cock, and all she wanted was for you to imprint yourself into her forever.

“Alright love, I’ll give you just what you want,” is your response as you bury your cock into her in one fell swoop, giving her no time to adjust as you immediately begin plunging yourself into her.

“Fuck you’re so big baby,” Momo sobs as your hands grip her waist, hands having a difficult time holding onto her as they begin to slip from the sweat, but you immediately adjust yourself anytime that happens, loving the way your hands sink into her sides making her slim abdomens that much more prominent.

She wraps her legs around your waist, making your heart throb furiously. “Fuck, you know what you’re doing you little fuck bunny,” you groan out as Momo gives you a little smirk in between her gasps and moans, knowing that the feeling of her legs wrapping around you is all it takes to push you over the edge.

Your pace becomes accelerated, the table wiggling under the pressure as Momo lets out high-pitched shrieks, feeling the heat pooling in her lower back, not just from the pool of sweat beneath her on the table but from the approaching climax causing her body to tremble.

Your hands grip Momo’s tits and begin to roughly pinch at her nipples, angry at yourself for not giving these beautiful bosoms more love earlier. The aggressive tug on her nipples has her cry out from the sting that now reverberates throughout her body but her focus is turned to the pleasure that’s about to burst like a dam within her.

“I’m gonna cum!”

Momo screams as you feel her clench around you, walls fluttering around your cock.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum too love,” is all your able to breathe out as your hips stutter, one last powerful thrust into Momo’s cunt as you spill yourself inside of her, body convulsing from the sheer pleasure. Your eyes drift to Momo who is breathing heavily, mouth wide open and eyes directed to you in a loving gaze.

You pulled your cock out and watched as your cum slowly drifted out, grabbing your towel which was nearby to wipe your falling semen.

“That was crazy,” Momo breathes out as she sits up and lifts herself off the table, falling into your arms as you two share a sheepish smile, embarrassment settling in after that animalistic fuck session.

She lets out an audible gasp when she turns around and sees the state of the wooden table that you two just fucked on.

“Is all of that seriously my sweat?” She asks in confusion pointing at the part of the table on which her ass sat and her back rested on, completely drenched with sweat. Well it’s not just sweat, some pussy juice too you thought to yourself.

“Good thing your towel’s still dry,” you chuckle, using her towel from before to wipe the table clean, though there’s not much you can do about the smell.

Momo goes to the corner of the room where she had thrown her clothes. She lifts her panties up and notices the damp patch where her slit directly sat, feeling bashful at the physical proof of her smutty behavior.

“Save that for me,” you yell looking in Momo’s direction as you roughly throw on your under garments, in too much of a daze from the pleasure to care about the dampness of the clothes that makes them feel heavier than usual.

“Save them?” Momo asks brows knitted in confusion.

“Yeah… I uh… think I’ve got a thing for smells now,” you explain bashfully, realizing how embarrassing it is to tell the girl in front of you how turned on you are by her bodily scent.

“I just think you smell hot,” you blurt out, eyes directed to the floor. You look up and glance at Momo’s face to gauge her reaction to your sudden confession, but to your surprise she wasn’t looking at you but rather around the room, nose continuously sniffing.

“Speaking of smells… what are we gonna do about the room?”

Good question. Your guys’s nose had adapted to the tangy, bitter smell of sex in the air but what would the inhabitants tomorrow think? It was pretty obvious that a cunt was ravished in this room judging from the scent.

Oh well, not much you can do today.

You pick up your phone and see that the time is well passed midnight. That would be a problem for the two of you trying to get back home in damped clothing. You suddenly got an idea.

“Let’s just sleep over.”

“Huh?” Momo responds in confusion.

“Why not? It’s super late and it’s not like we can clean the smell in this room. None of us brought any perfume with us. Might as well wait until it’s gone in the morning, and we can then empty it out for the trainees.”

You could see on Momo’s face that she wasn’t entirely convinced, looking at you completely deadpan.

“They’ve got a shower here, don’t they?”

Upon hearing that you see Momo’s eyes flash, giving in to your idea.

“Well.. alright. I don’t think it’s a bad idea to stay especially since it’s so late and our clothes are so dirty. But we have to be up by 8 and empty out, you hear me?”

You nod your head, knowing that the doors open at 8 for the rookie trainees while Momo and the rest of the more seasoned veterans have 24 hours access with their keys. The only rule was that certain rooms had to be emptied by 8 in the morning, one of them happening to be the room you two were in.

“Let’s hope the smell clears up by morning,” Momo murmurs as she begins to put on her panties, causing you to internally groan, hoping those would be the pair that you’d get to keep as a memento for today.

“I’ll hop in the shower. By the time we wake up tomorrow our clothes should be dry,” she states, fully clothed and keys in hand.

“You know, now that I’m thinking we do have this place all to oursel-“

“No way mister.”

She cuts you off with a stern face. You knew what her answer would be, going for round 2 here being counterproductive to wanting the scent of sex in the air removed, but you thought you’d give it a try.

Momo gives you a smile, finding your behavior enduring. “I’m off then, bye.”

She blows you a kiss as you wave her off. It was an exciting day and you got to see a side of yourself that you didn’t know you had, while also seeing a side of Momo you hadn’t seen before. Or better said… hadn’t smelled before.

[newtabfics]

Instincts: Diluc x Cicin Mage Fem!Reader ABO

Triggers for normal Omegaverse stuff, but also for Genshin-style fighting/violence and TECHNICALLY imprisonment. Also smut lol ENJOY IT

Word count is ~1800

He snarled as the woman easily shielded against his attack, dissolving Dawn easily.

Don’t break, he reminded himself as he called upon a searing onslaught, feeling the heat of his Vision against his thigh as he watched her stagger and dodge before summoning the power of her Delusion.

He heard her shout of pain as the electro power blew them apart, disarming them with an explosion.

She snarled as she shakily moved to get up when he finally smelled it.

Heat.

“An omega…Fatui…” He panted as he got up quickly. “Isn’t that danger–” A blade pressed against his throat as he slammed back against the tree.

He finally saw her. Her eyes glowed with electric power as she glared at him. Her hand was shaking as she panted, nose twitching before the glow finally faded.

Diluc caught her, damning his instincts when she realized she was seizing. He quickly moved her to lie down as he frowned, body tensing as the helpless omega convulsed on the ground. His chest tightened as he tried to think before carefully moving his wrist near her nose.

He was surprised when she began to calm as his scent reached her, gulping thickly. He needed to hide her away.

–

Sun peeked through the curtain. Y/N stirred slowly before snapping awake and looking around. Her heat was still there, and there was the scent of alpha in the area.

Her nose twitched as she quickly looked around, sneering when she saw the bars on the windows and the lack of a doorknob.

“Dammit,” She growled before moving to her feet. She was wearing new clothing entirely, making her balk before she saw her own clothing folded up on the table with a note.

Picking it up, she scoffed at the words. “Be back by noon. Don’t escape,” She grumbled. “Who in the name of Archons is D.R.?”

She sighed and eyed her clothing, nodding approvingly when she smelled the soaps that’d been used to clean it. She blinked as she lifted the sleeve.

Patched up.

The lock turned over as she glanced over, watching the same Vision wielder she’d seen the night before. “D.R.? I’m guessing, anyway.”

He nodded. “Glad to know you’re finally awake.” She frowned at that. “You’ve been out for three days.”

“What?” She asked, staring at him before quickly looking outside and sighing. “Shit. My heat?”

“Yes. Did it spring up on you suddenly?” He asked, keeping between her and the open door.

She studied him for a moment before asking, “Did yours?” He nodded. “Shit.”

“Agreed,” He sighed, pinching his nose. “If this is true…what do you intend?”

“To kill you,” She said simply, watching him. “Not now though. You did…protect and shelter me. What I mean is, after I leave, we’d be back to enemies. The Tsaritsa has no use for weak soldiers.”

He nodded, not entirely faulting her for the mentality. “And if I don’t want that?”

“Excuse you?” She snarled, glaring at him. “How dare you–” She had stepped forward before her body buckled under the wave of heat emitting from her.

Her knees slammed into the ground as hands steadying her shoulders. “Bastard,” She snarled. “You think…fuck…You’re just as vile as the thing you fight.”

“Pardon?”

“Just because I’m your mate, now I’m your pet, too?! What more will you take fr–” His hand firmly pressed over her mouth. The calmness in his movement made her stop and glare.

“Let me finish. Not as a prisoner but…partners. I keep you safe. You don’t have to give me any new information but…You’d have to tell me what your mission was in Mondstadt at least.”

She rolled her eyes and pushed his hand down. “So that makes it better?” He watched her calmly, studying her reaction. “What do you really get out of this?”

“Knowing that my weakness is somewhere safe and can’t be used against me,” He confessed. “Not to say I think you’re of any personal value to me as of now. It was pure luck. But even you can’t deny biology. No matter how hard you try.” He held up the box and she froze, feeling the power draining from her. “This is your Delusion. I’m going to hide it away. I want to destroy it at some point but not without your permission. That said though…you’re incredibly weak. I think it is the reason I’m not mounting you like a dog right now.”

“Crude,” She spat before glancing at the box and sighed. “You’re not wrong.”

“Which is why you’ll be staying in here until you’re no longer in heat.” He smirked as he adjusted to stand. “I will admit though, I’m surprised you’re even able to focus long enough to form a sentence.”

“Why? Cuz of my heat? Fucking sexist pig.”

“Because of the Delusion. You had an omega-drop. You almost went feral the moment you went into heat. Are you stupid or just desperate?” The venom in his question silenced her.

When she didn’t answer, he sighed and helped her to the bed. He informed her some a servant of his would be by to get her measurements so that new clothing could be provided for her. She bitterly thought of how kind the Alpha was.

Maybe it was just different in Mondstadt, but in Snezhnaya, weakness meant death or enslavement. Being an omega was worse. It’s why she swallowed down pill after pill, using Delusion after Delusion. Not caring what damage it did. As long as no one knew she was omega, she was safe.

Now, an alpha, some hotshot she didn’t even know, was trapping her to ride out her heat. It didn’t take a genius to realize his instincts as her mate overrode his instincts as an alpha.

“Maybe…”

Maybe she could use that against him? Maybe she could bat her omega eyes enough that she could–

“It’s best not to think on that.”

Y/N let out a squeal of shock as she launched herself to the otherside of the bed, putting an object between herself and the maid in front of her. She blinked up at her as she smiled cooly.

“Now then, Miss Mage. I need your measurements.”

“Why the hell do you need them?! Who are you?!” She snarled.

“Adelinde, Miss,” She answered gracefully before bowing. “I am under orders from my master to get your measurements.”

That was the name D.R. told her. She sighed and stood slowly, blinking as her nose caught the scent of something with meat. Her stomach rumbled loudly, making Adelinde smile.

The maid nodded at the table, brining Y/N’s attention to the steaming bowl of soup with bread and cut-up fruit on the platter beside it. “If you’d like to eat first, that’s fine. I can show you some catalogs of local fashion to give you an idea of what you’d like to wear.”

She glared at it, wondering if it’d been poisoned in some way, but her stomach was winning in the argument with her mind as she sat down and began to eat.

Radish. Mint. A little tomato? Chicken!

“What is this?” She asked with a moan.

“A staple of Mondstadt called Radish Veggie Soup. I added some cooked chicken myself after asking my master. He agreed it’d be good for your weakened body,” She said, smiling softly. “Eat slowly. Don’t upset your stomach.”

The days following were a blur as Y/N paced in the room she was locked in. It was mostly spent talking with Adelinde when she would come in to bring clothing or any food or drink. She even brought books when Y/N asked.

With that in mind, Adelinde set the book on the tray, handing them to Diluc. “Boar Princess?” He asked, glancing at the title as he shifted to make sure the drink wouldn’t spill onto it.

“She’s surprisingly a fan,” She chuckled. “I just gave her the second volume yesterday but I think she might’ve had the time to finish it.”

Diluc nodded, sighing as he walked to the room. He had kept away for as long as he did to let her heal…and yet it was agony.

Mate…MATE.

Omega in danger.

Hold Omega. Protect Omega.

Claim Omega.

He silently cursed his instincts wanting only to take a hold of the woman but damn it all if he didn’t think about once or twice or five times.

It’s why he froze when he picked up her scent. She was nearing the end of her heat but her scent was strong and felt only stronger as he approached. He came in and saw something only from his fantasies.

The woman was splayed out and naked on the bed with her fingers pumping into her sopping hole as she whined and pinched her own nipple for pleasure. She didn’t even stop when he closed the door and set the tray on the table.

Only when it clattered against the wood did her eyes snap to him. “Fuck,” She whimpered, looking to him pleadingly.

It was perfect. Perfect timing. She only needed to take control of the man.

“Alpha.”

If only she knew how strong his resolve was as he approached. He smirked down at her. He could see it in her face that yes she was like this but she was using it to her advantage.

“Omega,” He offered, watching her as he stopped beside the bed. He could feel his cock throbbing under his pants even as he said that, and yet, he couldn’t give in yet.

Y/N gasped when he moved too quickly and dove his face between her legs. “Wai–Ah!” She moaned as he began to lick and suck eagerly.

Moaning. He was moaning as he ate her out, she realized! And fuck everything he was good at it!

“Fuck, Alpha!” She moaned, gripping his long hair.

Her hips bucked and twitched, making him snarl before he pinned her legs back.

Flexible. His Alpha was practically singing when she easily accepted the way her knees were pushed against her chest, pushing her breasts together. Perfect mate. Claim. CLAIM.

He moaned as he sucked on her clit, watching her reactions as she threw her head back, losing herself in the pleasure.

“Alpha, fucking, alpha, please!” She begged, unable to take much more.

“Say my name. Say it.”

“I-I–” She stammered before biting her lip. She didn’t know his name.

His mouth left her, leaving her whining before she moaned as two fingers plunged into her easily before lips found her ear. “Diluc Ragnvindr,” He snarled.

She moaned out his name as he curled his fingers, her juices squirting out with reckless abandon before a white-hot pain from her neck melted into pleasure.

He was claiming her while fingering her through her climax and she couldn’t care what the consequences were now. She only wanted his knot now.

Tsaritsa be damned if she didn’t get his knot.

[mcntsee]

escape plan

Summary: Kaz ends up in hellgate after a failed heist. As he tries to formulate a plan to escape, he gets a surprise visit from someone who already did him the favor of thinking of an escape plan.

Warnings: I’d say ooc Kaz, Kaz is ok with y/n touch, curses, a lil (very) unrealistic plan.

note: y/n is not part of the crows!

Amid Kaz's meticulously planned heist, a sudden blaring alarm echoed through the air, slicing through the tension of the operation. The source of the alarm was a hidden pressure plate triggered by a guard's misplaced step, activating a network of surveillance spells that alerted the entire perimeter of the targeted building.

Startled by the abrupt alert, the Crows scattered instinctively to evade the rapidly converging guards. In the chaos, Inej melded into the shadows, Nina employed her Grisha powers to cause a momentary diversion, and Jesper utilized his sharpshooting skills to pick off a few guards from a concealed vantage point. Wylan, though not typically part of the action, improvised by creating impromptu explosive distractions to keep the guards at bay.

As the skirmish intensified, Kaz, with his signature cane, engaged a group of four guards, employing swift and calculated strikes to incapacitate two of them. His dexterity allowed him to evade their initial advances, using the uneven terrain to his advantage. However, the numbers eventually overwhelmed him as two more guards joined the fray.

Kaz's movements were precise and fluid, but as the fight wore on, he found himself forced into a corner with his back against a stone wall. He deftly dodged their strikes and countered with a series of calculated blows, disarming one guard and incapacitating another with a well-placed kick. But the remaining guards managed to land a few blows, impairing his movements.

Knowing that escape was unlikely in this situation, and with guards closing in, Kaz made a grim decision. He surrendered, tossing his cane aside and raising his hands in reluctant submission, the flicker of frustration and anger barely contained in his eyes. It was a calculated choice, one that preserved his life for another day and kept the potential for revenge alive.

The guard, a burly man with a grizzled expression, forcefully shoved Kaz's hands behind his back, a grip like iron on his wrists. "You've had your fun, Brekker," he spat, his voice laced with contempt, "but it's time to put a stop to it."

With a firm push, the guard propelled Kaz forward, his boots scuffing against the ground as he staggered. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Inej's shadowy figure. Her hesitation was palpable, unsure of what course of action to take now that most of the guards that remained were surrounding Kaz.

Kaz's keen mind was already working, and with a barely perceptible nod, he signaled to Inej. Understanding his subtle command, she continued her escape, her silhouette melting seamlessly into the surrounding darkness.

As the guards continued to close in, Kaz maintained his facade of reluctant cooperation, letting them push him further toward a waiting carriage. The path he walked felt heavy with the weight of the choices he'd made and the ones he had yet to make. The carriage loomed closer, its ominous presence accentuated by the dim light of the flickering lanterns.

When he finally reached the carriage, the guard who had been relentlessly shoving him forward stepped up to open the door. With a wicked grin, he leaned in close, his voice dripping with malice, "Have fun in Hellgate, boy." The words held a sinister promise as he shoved Kaz into the carriage, the heavy door closing behind him with a resounding thud, sealing his fate within its dark confines.

As the carriage rattled along the uneven path, Kaz's mind raced just as quickly. Plans and possibilities swirled through his thoughts, each one dissected, evaluated, and discarded for one reason or another. He pondered creating a diversion by causing a controlled disturbance among the guards, allowing him to slip away unnoticed in the ensuing chaos. Perhaps using a smoke bomb or creating a loud noise that would draw their attention. But then an again, he did not have the materials needed for this. He also contemplated exploiting the weaknesses of the guards. He imagined fabricating a scenario that played on their greed, promising hidden riches or information that would be divulged only if they allowed him to escape.

Knowing that some guards might have debts or grudges against their superiors, Kaz also entertained the idea of playing on those allegiances, convincing them that his enemies were the real threat and that he held valuable information to neutralize it.

No, he’s done that too many times already. Maybe pretending to suddenly fall ill or even unconscious, causing enough concern among the guards that they would halt their progress to tend to him, giving him a momentary advantage to escape.

As the carriage rolled to a stop at the entrance of Hellgate, Kaz's mind hadn't yet crystallized a winning strategy. His eyes narrowed as he assessed the guards waiting for him, calculating their numbers and potential vulnerabilities. Time was slipping away, but he was determined to find the elusive loophole, the chink in the armor of his captors' plans that would pave the way for his escape.

Two guards pulled Kaz out of the carriage, their grip firm on his arms. As they did, Kaz's gloved fingers surreptitiously traced over the cuffs that bound his wrists, confirming their unwavering presence. He followed their lead as they led him towards the entrance of Hellgate.

Once inside, Kaz was subjected to the standard procedure. He was subjected to a thorough checkpoint, where guards patted him down and scrutinized his belongings for hidden contraband. His gloves, tools, and other belongings were confiscated, leaving him feeling strangely exposed without his usual means of control.

After the inspection, he was handed a set of worn and ragged clothes, the fabric coarse beneath his fingertips. The guards ordered him to change, their rough voices devoid of sympathy or understanding. He complied, his expression giving away nothing of the turmoil churning within him.

Once the clothing change was complete, he stood in the makeshift attire that marked his new reality. The old clothes felt alien on his skin, a stark reminder of his current situation. The guards motioned for him to move forward, their intentions clear as they directed him towards his assigned cell.

Kaz's gaze remained impassive as he walked, his mind already turning over the intricacies of his surroundings. The layout of the prison, the patterns of the guards, and the weaknesses in the security system began to form a mental map that he would soon exploit to his advantage. Inside the cell, he took in his confined surroundings, every detail committed to memory as he prepared to enact the next stage of his plan.

A week of relentless contemplation passed, each day bringing Kaz no closer to the perfect escape plan he sought. Ideas continued to unravel in his mind, leaving him with a growing sense of frustration and unease. The lack of a viable solution gnawed at him, testing his resolve and determination.

As the guards began their final round for serving dinner, Kaz's attention was drawn to the new face standing in front of his cell. The guard was noticeably smaller in stature, a distinct departure from the usual imposing figures. The cap she wore cast a shadow over her features, effectively concealing her identity.

His analytical mind kicked into high gear, scrutinizing the details even as he felt a spark of recognition deep within him. The guard's voice cut through the silence, her words an unexpected revelation. "Missed me?" she asked, her tone lighthearted.

A flicker of surprise danced in Kaz's eyes as realization struck him like a lightning bolt. The cap-shadowed face, the voice that echoed with familiarity—it all aligned. "It's always nice to see you again, Y/N.”

Kaz's lips curved into a half-smile as Y/N's laughter filled the air. The cap was removed, unveiling her face—a sight he hadn't laid eyes on for far too long. The familiarity of her presence was a reassuring balm to his frayed nerves.

As her hand disappeared within the cap, Kaz's curiosity was piqued. Y/N's words drew his attention, her question hanging in the air like an unspoken code between them. "What have you gotten yourself into this time, Kaz?" Her voice held a mixture of fond exasperation and genuine concern, a sentiment that stirred something within him.

When her hand emerged from the cap, Kaz's sharp eyes caught the glint of metal—the unmistakable gleam of a key. A knowing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he observed her actions, his heart hammering with a renewed sense of hope. Y/N's ingenuity had always been a force to be reckoned with, a quality that had saved them both more times than he could count.

The key was deftly concealed within the unassuming façade of a piece of hard bread. His gaze met hers, a silent understanding passing between them.

Y/N's instructions were like a lifeline to Kaz, each word etching a path to his freedom. As she handed him his dinner, her voice held a mixture of urgency and reassurance. "Wait until the 12th bell. It's the time the night guards switch. It should give you enough time."

Kaz's eyes remained fixed on her, his focus unwavering. He nodded in acknowledgment, his fingers deftly concealing the key within the sleeve of his clothes, a motion so seamless it was barely noticeable.

Y/N's voice continued, providing a roadmap through the labyrinthine corridors of Hellgate. Her guidance became an indelible mark on his memory as she spoke. "After that, make your way down the corridor." Her finger pointed in the direction he was to follow, and he committed it to memory. "Go past the first five doors, then make a left turn." Her voice clear and Kaz repeated the words under his breath, cementing the directions in his mind.

"After that, walk straight down, pass the two doors and make another left." Kaz's concentration didn't waver as he took in her words, his commitment to each instruction unwavering. "Walk past three more doors and go inside the fourth. I'll meet you there." With that, she donned her cap once more and retreated, leaving Kaz alone with his newfound purpose.

As he watched her silhouette fade into the distance, Kaz's thoughts whirred with anticipation.

When the resonating chime of the 12th bell reverberated through the prison walls, Kaz sprang into motion, following Y/N's intricate instructions to the letter. His calculated steps took him past uninterested guards, their weariness and desire to leave overpowering any suspicions they might have held.

Steadily making his way through the corridors, Kaz's eyes never wavered from his destination. As he arrived at the designated door, relief and anticipation coursed through his veins. There stood Y/N, holding a guard's outfit, a silent testament to her resourcefulness and their unspoken alliance.

Y/N handed the outfit that had previously been worn by the guard that now layed unconscious by her feet to Kaz, her gaze meeting his with a hint of amusement. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips when Kaz looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to turn around. Her words carried a playful undertone as she spoke, “Oh, I think we are way past that, don’t you, Brekker?”

Kaz’s eyes rolled in mock exasperation, but he wasted no time in complying with her unspoken request. He quickly began undressing, his motions efficient and practiced. In the midst of changing into the guard’s clothes, he couldn’t help but pose a question that had been gnawing at him. “What is our next move, Y/N?” he inquired, his focus unwavering as he started to put on the new attire.

Y/N’s hand extended outward, her intent clear as she asked Kaz to hand over the clothes he’d previously worn. Kaz extended the bundle of clothes to Y/N, his gaze fixed on her as she accepted them. As she began to undress, a mixture of emotions swirled within him. When his eyes fell upon her naked form, a faint blush tinged his cheeks, a reaction he silently hoped she wouldn’t catch.

He quickly spun around, providing her the privacy she deserved while she changed. A soft laugh bubbled from Y/N’s lips at his chivalrous reaction, a sound that both acknowledged his gesture and hinted at the familiar intimacy they shared.

“Wouldn’t be the first time you saw me naked, Kaz,” Y/N’s playful remark filled the air, accompanied by her light laughter. In response, a quick memory flashed through Kaz’s mind, a recollection of the first time he had indeed seen Y/N in such a vulnerable state.

Years back, after a dangerous confrontation involving a rival gang, Kaz had rescued Y/N, her body bearing the consequences of a brutal fight. A huge stab wound had been left on her back. She had needed immediate care, and Kaz, without hesitation, had helped her tend to the injury.

Kaz shook his head in mock disbelief, his lips curving into a wry grin. He retorted with a self-deprecating quip about being a gentleman, attempting to lighten the moment with humor.

Y/N’s laughter resonated once more, a melody that echoed through the cell and deep into Kaz’s heart. Her amusement was infectious, and despite the tension that surrounded them, the exchange managed to draw a genuine smile from Kaz.

After Y/N had finished changing, her voice broke the silence. “You can turn back around now, so-called gentleman.” Kaz complied, pivoting to face her once more, a half-smile playing on his lips as he did.

With a focused gaze, Y/N launched into an explanation of her intricate plan, her words weaving a web of strategy that spanned the corridors of Hellgate. Her plan began with a diversion—Kaz would act as a guard escorting her - “a prisoner” - to her cell after a much-needed bathroom stop, exploiting the guard’s negligence during the late hours.

“Once we’re on the move, you’ll take a route that’ll lead us to the maintenance area,” Y/N continued, her voice steady as she outlined the first steps of their audacious escape. “There’s an access point in the maintenance area, a grate that leads to an underground passage. We’ll crawl through it and end up in a storage room near the prison yard.”

Kaz absorbed her words, his mind whirring with possibilities. As she delved further into the plan, her voice never faltered, detailing each step with precision.

“From the storage room, we’ll navigate through a series of tunnels, some narrow, some wider. They’ll take us beneath the prison complex, eventually leading to an old drainage system that empties into a river,” Y/N explained. “I’ve managed to map out the tunnel layout and the potential risks along the way. Once we’re in the drainage tunnel, it’s a matter of reaching the riverbank, where your beloved crows,” she paused for a second, “which, by the way, can be very annoying when they need something, will be waiting with a boat.”

Kaz’s mind was racing as he absorbed the intricacies of the plan. The maze of tunnels, the calculated timing, and the reliance on their combined skills all painted a picture of their perilous journey ahead.

“Once we’re on the boat, we’ll have to navigate to the designated rendezvous point,” Y/N concluded. “The rest of the plan involves meeting up with contacts on the outside and disappearing into the city.”

The night was shrouded in shadows as Y/N and Kaz set their plan into motion. Kaz slipped seamlessly into his role as a guard, his posture authoritative as he escorted Y/N through the dimly lit corridors. Y/N's demeanor was that of a submissive prisoner, a façade that concealed her expertise in navigating the treacherous landscape.

As they moved, Kaz's watchful eyes scanned the surroundings, assessing the guards' disinterested behavior. Y/N's instructions guided them past potential threats, the familiarity of their partnership facilitating their progress.

Approaching a junction, they encountered an unforeseen obstacle: a group of guards conversing loudly. Y/N's hand subtly touched Kaz's arm, a signal to turn back and take an alternative route. In hushed tones, she whispered, "We need to find another way around. Follow me."

They retraced their steps, weaving through a maze of passages, their footsteps muffled by their caution. The path grew narrower, forcing them to stoop and squeeze through tight spaces, a stark reminder of the dangers they faced.

Kaz's voice was a mere murmur as he questioned, "How much longer until we reach the maintenance area?"

Y/N's response was laden with resolve, her determination evident in her words. "Just a little further. Stay close."

Upon reaching the maintenance area, they paused before the access point. Y/N nimbly maneuvered the grate aside, revealing the opening to the subterranean passage.

As they crawled through the confined space, the air grew damp and suffocating. Kaz's fingers brushed against the cool surface of the tunnel, his senses acutely attuned to their surroundings. Y/N's presence beside him was a reassuring anchor, a reminder that they were in this together.

Emerging into the storage room, they exchanged a glance that spoke volumes—a shared recognition of their resilience. The room was cluttered with crates, each step taken with careful consideration to avoid making noise.

A sudden metallic clang reverberated through the room, jolting them both. Their heads snapped toward the source of the sound, hearts racing. "We're not alone here. Someone's coming." Noted Kaz.

Tension gripped them as they sought refuge behind a stack of crates, their breaths held in anticipation. The sound of footsteps grew louder, and they exchanged a fleeting glance, their thoughts entwined. The element of surprise was their advantage—Kaz's hand slipped into his waist band, resting on top of the gun the guard’s uniform ported.

The guard's voice echoed through the room, his words muffled by the distance. Kaz's fingers tightened around the handle of the gun, his gaze fixed on the entrance to the storage room. Y/N's voice was a mere whisper as she mouthed, "Wait for my signal."

As the guard's footsteps grew fainter, Y/N's eyes met Kaz's, her signal a nod toward the exit. With silent determination, they slipped away, their escape far from assured as they ventured deeper into the heart of danger.

The pair moved with deliberate steps, guided by Y/N's instincts and the intricate knowledge she had amassed. The path ahead was fraught with uncertainty, each corner turning into a potential confrontation. They encountered locked gates, Kaz’s expertise in lockpicking tested as they worked together to overcome the obstacles.

In the narrow tunnels, their progress was hindered by the ever-present risk of discovery. Kaz's breath caught when he heard distant footsteps, his hand instinctively moving to his sidearm. Y/N's hand touched his arm, a subtle reassurance that held more comfort than words ever could. They flattened themselves against the tunnel walls, their bodies tense and poised for action.

The footsteps passed by without incident, leaving them to exhale a collective sigh of relief. Their journey was a dance between stillness and movement, their survival hinging on their ability to remain undetected.

As they neared the drainage system Y/N had described, their movements grew more cautious. The sound of rushing water filled the air. The tunnel walls were slick with moisture, making every step treacherous.

With a shared nod, they pressed onward, their steps echoing against the walls of the tunnel. Suddenly, a grate loomed before them, the exit to the drainage system. Their hearts raced as they surveyed their surroundings, assessing the risks and rewards of their next move.

A loud clatter echoed from behind them, and they both turned, their senses heightened. To their dismay, they saw a trio of guards emerging from the tunnel they had just traversed. The guards were armed and alert, their gaze sweeping the area.

Kaz's voice was tense as he whispered, "We can't go back. Our only option is forward." Y/N's agreement was swift and determined. "Let's move. We can't afford to be caught."

With a final glance behind them, they crawled through the grate and into the drainage system. The sound of rushing water grew louder, and they carefully navigated the dark, confined space. The way was slippery, and they had to exercise utmost caution to avoid falling.

Hours passed, each moment stretching into an eternity as they crawled through the damp tunnels. Their exhaustion was palpable, but their determination held firm. At one point, they encountered a collapsed portion of the tunnel, forcing them to backtrack and find an alternate route.

Amidst the obstacles, Y/N's voice was a steady reassurance. "We're almost there, Kaz. Just a little further."

Their shared goal propelled them forward, even as fatigue gnawed at their resolve. Finally, they emerged into a wider section of the tunnel, the sound of rushing water growing distant as they approached the riverbank.

With the riverbank before them, Y/N and Kaz emerged from the tunnel, their bodies weary and their determination unwavering. Inej’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she greeted them, her voice laced with playful reproach. “Took you long enough.”

As Kaz and Y/N climbed into the boat, a sense of camaraderie surrounded them. Nina’s voice was filled with genuine concern. “Are you both okay? You look like you’ve been through hell.” Y/N’s response was marked by a weary smile. “We’ve seen better days.”

As the boat ventured down the river, the water’s unpredictability challenged their journey. Waves of unease washed over them as the boat rocked, repeatedly causing the crew to stumble and fall. Kaz’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the boat’s edge. Y/N’s hand shot out to steady herself, but the boat’s violent motion sent her crashing onto the floor, a sharp thud resonating as her head made contact with the hard surface.

Kaz’s heart raced as he rushed to her side, his concern evident in his voice. “Are you alright?”

Blinking away the momentary disorientation, Y/N managed a thumbs-up, her voice slightly strained. “I’m fine, just a little bump.”

Relief washed over Kaz as he helped her to her feet, his fingers grazing her arm. But before they could regain their footing, another tumultuous surge rocked the boat, sending Y/N teetering on the edge. Instinctively, Kaz’s arm shot out, his grip strong as he steadied her. But the force of the movement sent them both tumbling to the floor, Y/N landing on top of Kaz.

Amidst the chaos, Y/N’s smirking expression met Kaz’s eyes, her playful remark breaking the tension. “Well, hello there.”

Kaz’s quiet chuckle was both surprised and genuine as he pushed her off of him, his lips curling into a faint smile. The moment was fleeting, but it carried a weight that only the two of them understood.

As the boat continued its tumultuous journey, the city lights of Ketterdam finally came into view. Their destination was within reach, the promise of safety a tangible reality. The collective sigh of relief echoed the sentiment that had united them all.

As the boat finally reached its destination, the crew disembarked and began their journey to the Slat. Y/N walked alongside the Crows, her presence an emblem of her commitment to their alliance, even though her apartment was closer than the Slat.

As they entered the familiar establishment, a sense of camaraderie surrounded them. The Crows were jubilant, ready to celebrate their boss’ successful escape and newfound freedom. The clinking of glasses and bursts of laughter filled the air as they settled in, ready to toast to their victory.

However, Y/N declined the offer of a drink, her weariness evident in her expression. “I think I’m just going to call it a night. I’m pretty tired.”

The Crows exchanged knowing glances, understanding the toll that the night’s events had taken on her. With a nod, they let her go. Kaz following close behind her.

As Kaz prepared to enter his room, a fragment of conversation reached his ears. Jesper’s playful tone cut through the air, sparking a lighthearted exchange. “You guys think they’ve fucked?”

Nina’s quick response was filled with good-natured enthusiasm. “Hopefully!” Laughter followed the exchange. Kaz’s lips quirked into a faint smile, a rare display of amusement as he entered his room. “Kaz must be good if she was willing to risk getting caught in hell gate.” The echoes of the night’s escapades lingered in the air as the Slat’s walls absorbed the laughter.

Inside Kaz’s room, Y/N found herself stretched out on his bed, the exhaustion of the night weighing on her. As he closed the door behind him, her gaze met his, a hint of playfulness in her voice. “Ready to finally sleep in a ‘comfortable’ bed?”

Kaz’s response was a simple nod as he began to rid himself of the guards’ uniform. But as he glanced at Y/N, her eyes closed, he paused. His voice held a note of sincerity as he spoke, the words carrying a weight that went beyond their usual exchanges. “Thank you—”

He hesitated, his gaze drawn to her as her eyes opened to meet his. A brief silence settled between them, the unspoken sentiment hanging in the air. “For getting me out, I mean.”

Y/N’s smile was soft, her words carrying a warmth that mirrored their enduring bond. She closed her eyes once more, a sense of contentment evident in her voice. “Always, Kaz.”

[ammonitetheartist]

Regroup

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I’ve had this idea for uh. a while dincidjckn

What better time to realize it than the day before the end? :3

[Image ID: A seven-page comic depicting catified designs of N, Thad, Lizzy, Khan and J from Murder Drones. The first page shows N, trudging through the snow, shell-shocked, as if on autopilot. In the distance, he spots Lizzy, Thad, Khan and J (and the bus they hit her with) fresh into their encounter. A spark of hope crosses his face, and he advances with a bit of new purpose.

The first page shows J facing off against the trio of Worker Drones, who hold themselves with confidence. Annoyed, she deadpans ‘These toasters don’t quit.’ She then prepares and fires a blast, but another blast collides with it, and the explosion catches everyone off guard. The third page shows the resulting dust the explosion threw up, and when it clears, N stands there, holding up an arm that’s powering down after the blast.

The fourth page shows N approaching the Worker Drones - but J, noticing him, quickly steps into his path and irritably demands ‘What. are you doing? Besides being a nuisance.’ N wordlessly shoves past her. J remarks ‘Not surprising you lost the oth-‘ but is just off by N whirling around to snap ‘J. Not. Now.’ The fifth page shows him approach Thad, who greets him with ‘Heyy, what’s been-‘ before Khan steps in front of him and cuts him off. With increasing intensity, he asks ‘Wait- you were with her. Wh- where is she? Where is Uzi?’ N flinches, caught off guard.

The sixth page shows N growing nervous, averting his gaze. He responds ‘I- she…’ trailing off until he shuts down, limbs shaking slightly. Thad steps in front of Khan and more gently ventures ‘Do you… know where she is?’ N hesitates before displaying ‘GONE’ on his visor. Lizzy, Thad and Khan display various degrees of shock and horror, before N collapses. Thad leans toward him a little, concerned. The seventh and final page shows them all zoomed out, with J now sitting and not facing any of them, Lizzy now sitting as well, and N curled a bit more into himself, trembling violently. The top of the sky in this page is a slightly more dark-purple-ish shade. End ID]

[mirai-e-jump]

ViVi Magazine, February 2024 Issue Murakami Erica x Hirakawa Yuzuki Interviews (translation below)

Publication: December 22, 2023

Erica and Yuzuyan's rambling talk

The close combination of Hirakawa-chan, known as Yuzuyan, and Erica appear for the first time in ViVi. During this photoshoot, we could feel the close friendship between them, as they giggled and talked the whole time. We asked alot about these two, who are a hot topic right now.

-Our youth is now! Anyway…I'm so glad we met~!-

"What do you call each other?"

Erica: Everyone calls her Yuzuyan.

Yuzuki: I've never had a nickname before, but I got one for the first time on set (laughs). I call her Marie.

Erica: I think everyone at ViVi was surprised to call me by that name. Actually, my real middle name is Marie, and everyone on set of the show calls me Marie. I'm so happy about my secret name~

"What is it like on set?"

Yuzuki: We chat alot while waiting to film. There's the 6 of us filming together, and when we've all gathered, it's like break time at school (laughs). It's so loud and noisy!

Erica: Someone will get into things, someone else will join in and do something stupid, and so on and so forth (laughs). Every day is jam packed with inside jokes. It's silly, but the 6 of us spending time together is so much fun~.

Yuzuki: We've been filming together almost every day for 10 months, so our friendship levels are amazing. From the very beginning, when we first started filming, we were all in perfect sync and got along well. But, when the cameras start rolling, everyone gets serious. It's amazing how everyone's faces change so quickly!

"What kind of personalities do you two have?"

Yuzuki: Marie is, in a single word, a bomb (laughs). Marie's explosive power when she's tired is insane (laughs). She'll suddenly explode and become cheerful. And, we all get caught up in it and get excited too (laughs).

Erica: We spend so much time on the set, that if we don't talk, I get sleepy, so I feel at ease exploding because everyone will pick up the pieces (laughs).

Yuzuki: She does things that go way beyond what you'd expect, so I never get tired of watching her. I'm like, "Even though you're so cute, why would you do something like this?" She's constantly one upping how interesting she can be (laughs). I can't tell if she's trying to be funny or if it's all natural.

Erica: Thanks for letting me do it, and for being on the receiving end (laughs). Yuzuyan is everyone's "straight man" older sister, but she can also be everyone's little sister.

Yuzuki: I'm often described as being a 5th grade boy~. We're the "mess around" combo.

"What does your existence mean to each other?"

Erica: After becoming an adult, I never thought I'd meet someone who I could mess around with so much, even more so through work!

Yuzuki: I'm so glad that someone like her exists, where we can joke around and laugh like this as friends 💜.

"What were your first impressions and current impressions?"

Yuzuki: I knew of Marie's modeling from reading ViVi, and I thought she was just so~ cute and looked like a doll. But, the more I learned about her, the more I thought she was like a bomb (laughs).

Erica: My first impression of Yuzuyan was that she was a very refreshing person. But in reality, she talks alot and is hyperactive (laughs). She notices things that other people don't see and takes the initiative to follow up, and is very considerate. From the very beginning, I felt like she was a dependable older sister. She's also good at remembering directions (laughs).

"How was today's shoot? How do you like Erica as a ViVi model?"

Yuzuki: When I look through ViVi, Marie is so cool…..she doesn't always look like this! It makes me want to get involved (laughs). She wears cool clothes and her expressions are amazing! It's so cool!!

Erica: This was the first time for the two of us to do a photoshoot together for a fashion magazine. I was happy to be able to work as a model like I usually do. We were able to shoot as our usual natural selves, which was alot of fun and very fresh. I thought it would be so much fun to shoot with someone who understands me.

Yuzuki: For today's shoot, she led me around alot, and I was impressed by the fact that she was such a great ViVi model!

"Do you see any similarities between yourself and the role you play in Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger?"

Erica: I think we share the same caring nature. However, I myself am not strong willed, so I admire her for that.

Yuzuki: I think we're similar in that we have humanity. We're both basically no nonsense, and we have our "on and off" switch. However, while my role is to be immovable, I'm actually extremely hyperactive, which is the complete opposite.

[allisonbaelfire]

Amethyst. - PART 14

The moment I stepped into the arena with Fuyumi, my breath caught. The stadium had been mostly repaired, but the cracks and shards of ice from my Ice Dragon still clung stubbornly to the walls and floor, melting slowly under the afternoon sun. Burn marks marred the ground where my flames had erupted, scarring the place permanently.

For the first time since Toya… I really saw it—the destruction. The uncontrollable force that surged through me. The same power that…

A cold shiver ran down my spine. My hands twitched as if the flames might roar to life again at any second. My heartbeat quickened, pounding in my chest like a warning.

Fuyumi must have noticed my silence. She placed a warm hand on my shoulder. “I know it looks bad,” she said, her voice gentle. “But you had control, Y/N. You kept the ice where you wanted it. And your flames? They didn’t harm anyone. They just went into the sky. You did well.”

I shook my head, my gaze locked on the frozen remnants of my power. “But… what if I hadn’t?”

Fuyumi sighed softly, squeezing my shoulder. “What ifs won’t help you. You’ve got more control than you think.”

Her words settled over me like a blanket, but the knot in my stomach didn’t ease. Control? I wasn’t so sure. I could still feel it—the heat burning in my chest, the rush of power, the danger of letting it spill over again. But I pushed those thoughts down. Shoto’s match was about to start.

We took our seats as the crowd roared, anticipation thick in the air. Shoto and Bakugo stepped into the ring, and despite the noise around me, everything felt distant, like I was watching through a fog. My mind was still tangled up in the Ice Dragon.

But then I looked at Bakugo. His usual scowl was locked in place, but there was something sharper in his eyes—focused, deadly. When my gaze shifted to Shoto, I saw it too: calm, but colder than usual. This wasn’t just about the match.

This was personal.

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“Begin!” Present Mic’s voice boomed through the stadium, and the crowd roared as Shoto immediately sent a massive wall of ice toward Bakugo.

Bakugo scoffed, launching himself into the air with a burst from his hands. “You think that weak-ass ice is gonna stop me, Icy-Hot?!”

He shot down like a missile, explosions cracking through the air, aiming for Shoto’s head. But Shoto was faster. He raised another ice barrier just in time, the force of Bakugo’s blast cracking the surface but not shattering it.

Bakugo snarled, jumping back to the ground, frustration flashing in his eyes. “Damn it… you’re faster than her.”

It hit me then. He thought Shoto’s ice would be like mine. He’d trained with me, fought alongside me—he was underestimating Shoto. And that was a dangerous mistake.

The fight escalated, both of them moving so fast I could barely keep up. Bakugo’s relentless explosions echoed through the stadium, while Shoto remained cool and calculated, blocking and dodging with precision.

But then Shoto’s voice cut through the noise. “You think you understand my sister because you trained with her for a few days?”

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed. For a split second, surprise flashed across his face. No one else would’ve noticed, but I did. He hadn’t expected Shoto to know. I hadn’t told anyone about our training, and I knew Bakugo hadn’t either.

But he recovered quickly, his smirk returning. “Oh,so you do care, huh, Icy-Hot? If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have followed us. Kinda cute, actually.”

Shoto’s expression didn’t change, but I saw the tension in his jaw. Bakugo was pushing his buttons, and it was working.

“You really should’ve listened to her,” Bakugo sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “If you weren’t such a terrible brother, she wouldn’t have felt so damaged and she wouldn’t have lost control.”

That hit Shoto hard. His icy demeanor cracked for just a moment, anger flickering in his eyes. He clenched his fists, and the temperature around the arena seemed to drop even further.

In the stands, I shifted uncomfortably. Bakugo’s words were harsh, but there was truth in them. Still, hearing them out loud, seeing Shoto’s reaction—it made everything worse.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the fight. Shoto was my brother. No matter how much distance had grown between us, my loyalty to him ran deep. But Bakugo… he understand me. He trained with me, fought alongside me, and saw me—not just my power.

As I wrestled with my thoughts, I felt a familiar presence beside me. Denki, Mina, and Kirishima had come over, concern written all over their faces.

“Y/N, you okay?” Denki asked, his usual carefree tone softened with worry.

I blinked, surprised by their concern. After the Ice Dragon, I had expected them to be… afraid. Distant. But instead, Mina grinned at me, her eyes sparkling.

“That dragon move was awesome, Y/N. Seriously, you were amazing.”

I managed a small laugh, though it didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Thanks… but…”

Kirishima gave me a hearty pat on the back, nearly knocking me forward in my seat. “No ‘but’s! You were awesome! Sure, some people might be freaked out, but they don’t matter. We’ve got your back.”

Their words were a relief, but I couldn’t shake the eyes I felt on me from the rest of the stadium. The whispers. The doubt.

Down in the arena, the battle was reaching its peak. Bakugo had stopped underestimating Shoto, and Shoto was done holding back. Their blows were faster, fiercer. But then, I saw it—a flash of something in Shoto’s eyes. A memory, maybe. Midoriya’s words from their last fight Fuyumi told me about, echoed in my mind: It’s your quirk, not your father’s.

Shoto was hesitating. He wouldn’t win unless he used both sides of his quirk. He couldn’t keep denying the fire. He now understood why I had to use my Dragon against Bakugo.

And I wasn’t sure what scared me more—that he might lose, or that he might actually let the fire loose.

_________

Shoto’s hesitation was barely noticeable to the crowd, but I saw it. That split second where he realized his ice wasn’t enough. I could see it in the way his breath quickened, the strain starting to show in the movements of his body.

Then I felt it—a familiar heat.

He’s going to use it.

A surge of emotions hit me all at once—pride, fear, worry. Shoto’s fire side… I knew he hadn’t trained with it. But here, with Bakugo pushing him to his absolute limits, Shoto had no choice.

The flames erupted from his left side, consuming half the arena in an instant. The crowd gasped, and Present Mic’s voice blared through the speakers, but I couldn’t hear anything over the roar of the flames.

Bakugo paused, his eyes narrowing as he adjusted to the sudden heatwave flooding the battlefield.

“So you’re finally using it, huh?” Bakugo grinned, his voice almost lost in the crackling flames. “About damn time.”

Shoto didn’t respond. His focus was sharper than I’d ever seen. The fire surged around him, colliding with the ice that still coated the ground. Steam billowed up in thick clouds as the temperatures clashed, the sight both breathtaking and terrifying.

For a moment, I thought Bakugo might hesitate—but he didn’t. He charged forward, using the rising heat to launch himself even faster. His explosions were sharper now, more precise. He was using the fire to his advantage, but I could tell it was taking everything he had.

They met in the center of the arena—ice and fire against explosions—each trying to force the other back. Shoto’s flames were wild, barely controlled, but strong enough to keep Bakugo on the defensive. Bakugo, though, didn’t back down. He was relentless, dodging ice spikes and meeting Shoto’s flames with perfectly timed blasts.

I sat frozen in the stands, my eyes glued to the fight. They were both giving it everything, and I knew—this could only end one way. One of them was going to fall.

“Hey, Y/N,” Denki leaned over, his voice unusually serious. “Who do you think’s gonna win?”

I shook my head. “I… I don’t know.”

Kirishima’s eyes were locked on the arena, his expression intense. “Bakugo’s strong, but Shoto’s throwing everything into this. That fire quirk of his is dangerous.”

“Yeah, but Bakugo doesn’t know how to quit,” Mina added, arms crossed. “No matter how strong Shoto is, Bakugo’s too stubborn to give up.”

They were both right.

But my mind kept circling back to Hawks’ words: Find someone you can trust. And right now, that person was Bakugo.

But Shoto… Shoto was my brother. My blood.

I clenched my fists, torn between them. I didn’t want either of them to lose, but that’s not how this works. One of them would have to fall.

Down in the arena, Shoto was slowing down. His fire, though powerful, had drained him. He wasn’t used to using it like this. His flames flickered, and the ice beneath him cracked and broke under the heat.

Bakugo saw the opening.

With a deafening explosion, he launched himself into the air, his target clear—Shoto’s weakened side. The blast hit, sending Shoto skidding across the ground. He tried to stand, his body shaking with the effort, but his strength was gone. He dropped to his knees, flames extinguishing as he struggled for breath.

Bakugo landed in front of him, chest heaving, but still standing. His usual cocky grin was gone, replaced by something quieter. Anger, maybe.

Shoto didn’t move. His head hung low, and the arena fell into a heavy silence.

“Shoto Todoroki is unable to continue! The winner is Katsuki Bakugo!” Present Mic’s voice rang out, but it felt distant, like the real fight hadn’t ended.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Shoto had pushed himself to his limits, but it wasn’t enough. Bakugo had won.

But the victory felt hollow. I glanced down at Bakugo. He wasn’t celebrating. He wasn’t gloating. He just stood there, fists clenched, staring at Shoto like he didn’t know what to do next.

For the first time, I saw something in him—something I hadn’t noticed before. This wasn’t just about winning. This fight had been about something more for Bakugo, something even he might not fully understand yet.

“Y/N?” Fuyumi’s voice broke through my thoughts. I looked up at her, and she gave me a small, sad smile. “Shoto will be okay. He’ll learn from this.”

I nodded, but my mind wasn’t on Shoto. It was on Bakugo. And on the choice, I knew I’d have to make soon. My brother, or the person I could trust.

__________

After a while, Shoto was back on his feet, thanks to Recovery Girl. The damage from the fight was evident on him, but the exhaustion in his eyes spoke louder than any bruise or burn. He wasn’t just physically drained; there was something deeper. But at least he was okay.

Ms. Midnight’s voice rang out, introducing the winners of the Sports Festival. “In third place… Tokoyami Fumikage!”

The crowd cheered, but Tokoyami kept his usual stoic expression, though I could see a glimmer of pride in his eyes as he stepped forward.

“Second place, Todoroki Shoto!”

Shoto didn’t react much. His eyes were distant, clearly still reflecting on the fight. He glanced up at the stands briefly, and I could feel the weight of everything unsaid between us.

“And in first place… Bakugo Katsuki!”

The crowd’s cheers became mixed with gasps and murmurs when they saw Bakugo. Strapped to a pole with chains, a muzzle over his mouth, he thrashed against the restraints, cursing and shouting about how this wasn’t a “real win.” His rage was explosive, even without his quirk.

Bakugo’s growls echoed across the arena, and even though I could barely make out his words, I knew exactly what he was saying. He wanted a rematch—desperately. To him, winning like this didn’t count because Shoto hadn’t given it his all. It wasn’t enough for Bakugo to win if his opponent wasn’t fully fighting back.

The teachers did their best to ignore his outburst, but it was hard to miss the spectacle. All Might stepped forward with his trademark smile, holding the gold medal. Despite Bakugo’s fury, All Might looped the medal around his neck with a quiet word of encouragement.

Bakugo struggled against the chains, still growling, but even he couldn’t break free. The muzzle muffled his angry tirade, though his eyes burned with the need to prove himself.

Even though I hadn’t won, I felt a swell of pride watching him up there. He had given it his all, and deep down, I knew how much this meant to him—how much it had cost him to stand there, restrained like that. And Shoto… even though he didn’t push himself fully, I was proud of him too. Proud that he was finally finding his way.

But more than anything, I was glad it was over. I had proven what I needed to. No one would underestimate me again. Hopefully.

My father, of course, was less than pleased. His sharp gaze flicked between Shoto and me as if silently assessing how we had failed to meet his expectations. But I wasn’t thinking about him. Not anymore. Fuyumi and Natsuo smiled at me from the stands, their quiet support all I needed.

As the ceremony ended, I started to make my way toward the exit, ready to leave the chaos behind me. But then, I felt it. A presence. Something… familiar. Warm, almost comforting, but not entirely.

I stopped in my tracks, every instinct on alert. My heart thudded in my chest. I knew that presence. I’d felt it before, but something about it was different this time. It was as though, a warning was blaring inside me, telling me to be more cautious than ever.

I glanced around, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from, but there was nothing obvious. No one stood out in the crowd. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t there.

My senses sharpened, and I took a slow breath, trying to shake off the tension. Whatever—or whoever—it was, I couldn’t let my guard down. Not now. Not ever again.

I quickened my pace, slipping through the thinning crowd, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling that someone—or something—was watching me.

[aquato-family-circus]

I kinda like how Oleander's Basic Braining ends up showing who arguably has immense potential to go far as a Psychonaut, and the little reasons as to why some don't make it as far as they do.

Namely, that Raz, Lili, Dogen, and surprisingly Bobby all have solid potential. - Raz of course speaks for himself, since he shows himself to be flexible, quick-thinking and determined to achieve. - Lili is already a good candidate, but she's also shown to be doing her own thing because she's focusing on an innocuous detail that turns out to be important later, like how in the field these kinds of details can change everything in a mission.

- Dogen actually makes it really far, MUCH further than the majority of the other Psi Cadets considering his confidence issues; he just needs some guidance to help him through the minefield, but he makes it there eventually. He's like his grandpa in that regard; very much stuck in his own issues, but also much more competent than he fully understands or realizes. Milla had a good eye for his potential, even if she didn't catch onto Oleander's evil plan.

- Bobby actually shows that he's quite capable of getting pretty far, even further than Dogen, given that he's the last major obstacle before entering the final section of the level.

But it also highlights how he's sabotaging himself by fixating so much on trying to bully his perceived rival/enemy Raz that he discards any chance to get any further. It's not surprising why he'd be able to be a camp bully despite his personality if he's that capable and tough, but at the same time, he's basically his own worst enemy. If he could get out of his own way, he'd probably be a decently competent Psychonaut eventually.

I really like pointing out how far Dogen got, it never really occured to me to think twice abt that but the kid does have a lot of power & potential behind his self esteem and nerves and also the explosions

its no wonder also why ppl tend to like bringing bobby zilch into future aus, he makes such a mark of himself being really good at all the psychic power training but being to caught up in being a bully to get past raz. real fated rivals in bobby's mind. raz just thinks hes annoying and that would make bobby so mad he'd punch a wall

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi there! Can I request Female Mihawk Reader with Yandere Lu Bu, Jack, Raiden, Buddha, Qin Shi Haung, Thor, Poseidon, Hercules, Loki, Hades, Rudra, Indra, Hajun and Sasaki?

Reader comes from another World and is revealed to be the ‘Strongest Swordswoman in the World’ with her God opponent being the God of Swords (Reader has Yoru, her Black Blade on her back) and has her Valkyrie Partner transform… to everyone’s shock into a small crucifix pendant, that’s actually a small dagger, which her God Opponent demands in annoyance what exactly is Reader’s game, only for Reader to explain “I’m not the the kind of beast who uses all her might when hunting down a mere rabbit” then has a condensing look as she ‘pitifully’ says “Unfortunately, this is apparently the smallest blade my Valkyrie Partner can turn into, so this will have to do”

Which makes all the Gods and Reader’s Opponent FURIOUS, believing Reader is to arrogant and stupid… until she proves them all wrong by DESTROYING her opponent (The fight ends similar to Zoro and Mihawk’s fight, but the only difference is Reader doesn’t use Yoru, as her calls her opponent ‘Too Weak’ and a ‘Disappointment’ to her, when she kills him, stabbing God’s heart with her tiny blade as he starts to disintegrate) and to add more salt to the Gods’ crippling egos, Reader admits this fight was just like every other fight she’s had “Boring and Unsatisfactory” as she leaves, just as stoic as she fought

However, to everyone’s surprise, Reader shows interest in Sasaki and tells him how he’s the only man worthy of her time (Reader can tell Sasaki is strong, especially since can adapt in battle) and even tells him that she’ll wait for him, no matter how long it takes for him, until he can surpass her, since both are Swordsmen with Honor (Everyone is jealous of Sasaki getting Reader’s attention) and she even asks him every day to spare with her

Reader even tells Sasaki that he should be honored that she uses Yoru when they spare (Sasaki feels honored that a woman like Reader gives an old man like him attention like this, and he could ‘Die a happy man’, which causes Reader to laugh, which is a shock to everyone since Reader is always stoic with a resting bitch face)

-You were regarded as the strongest sword user in the world, even as a woman, you were the strongest, your skills with swords were legendary.

-You enjoyed your time in Valhalla, able to live in quiet comfort, drinking wine, reading books, and meeting other legendary humans, one that you didn’t know, but that was because you were from another world entirely.

-When you died, being caught in a sudden explosion, you were brought here to Valhalla by Brunnhilde.

-This new world was unlike your own, the only people with unique powers were the gods themselves.

-You didn’t fuss with the gods much, getting your own quiet room and plenty of areas to choose from to train in.

-Many of the warriors you faced while training, both humans and gods, were very strong, giving you a challenge, but only for a short while.

-Your skills were too much for them, easily able to overpower most anyone who would challenge you.

-When Ragnarok was announced, you were one of the first people that Brunnhilde approached, asking you to fight against the gods themselves.

-Hoping for the challenge you were finally looking for, you agreed.

-You were fighting first, something you requested and Brunnhilde arranged it for you, and your opponent was announced first as the god of swords himself!

-You smirked for only a moment as you walked out, a massive sword strapped to your back, carrying it with ease.

-Your sharp golden hawk-eye like eyes pierced into your opponent as he was holding two large swords with ease, but everyone was stunned as you made no move to grab your massive sword.

-You touched the cross-shaped pendant hanging around your neck as your Valkyrie partner appeared beside you, “You’re sure this will work?”

-You glanced at her as she was hugging you around your neck, looking like a child, but you instantly pulled out, the tiniest sword that anyone had ever seen, more like a baby dagger!

-Your opponent’s eyelid twitched before he pointed a sword at you, “What the hell is that?!”

-You held your blade, your Volundr, ready to strike, “A weapon that is more than enough for you.” His eyelid twitched again before the gods were quick to yell at you, calling you a cocky human and that you should know your place.

-He shouted at you, charging you with his swords, demanding to know why you weren’t using your big sword, as he wanted to take it from you, seeing the quality.

-You looked almost bored, dodging his strikes before kicking him away from you, your foot in his stomach before you spoke, your voice cold, “I’m not the kind of beast who uses all her might to hunt down a mere rabbit. A pity-” as you looked down at him as if he were dirt, “-that this is the smallest blade my partner can transform into.”

-More shouting from the gods while the humans were in awe of your confidence.

-You rolled your eyes as he shouted out his most powerful attack, trying to take you out and you took a step to the left, dodging it completely, much to his shock as he had turned white, his eyes wide as he gawked at you.

-Your eyes narrowed slightly, “Such a disappointment.” You then slashed at him, cutting him down with an X shaped slash, winning easily.

-Gawking faces filled the arena before the humans went wild, seeing that you had defeated a god and you made it look so easy!!

-You sighed as your partner returned to her normal form, holding onto your hand, making her look like she was your child before you turned, looking up at Zeus, “Was that really the strongest god you had?”

-You ignored the fury of the gods, many who shouted at you, but they couldn’t argue that you did handle your match so easily, it was almost embarrassing for them!

-When Heimdall approached you, inquiring about your thoughts of the match, your words resonated with so many people, “Boring and unsatisfying.”

-The rest of Ragnarok came and went, wins and losses on both sides until humanity was standing in the winner’s circle, and to further prove they deserved their salvation, as you all got to choose one wish together, those who had been killed were brought back to life, both humans and gods.

-The smallest shade of a smile appeared on your lips as your arms folded under your chest, seeing the reunions all around.

-Many gods and humans now had more of a healthy respect of each other, knowing that humanity was indeed stronger than they had thought.

-You were unaware you were now being stared at by both gods and humans, who were taken by your power, wanting a chance to fight you themselves, to test your strength.

-The more they stared as you were speaking to your Valkyrie, Goll, and Brunnhilde, the more they wanted to know about you.

-You were a stunningly beautiful woman, intimidating almost, something even Aphrodite had to admit, but your strength paired with your beauty made you a truly highly sought after woman.

-However, you stunned all by stopping after you had been walking out of the arena, when you saw Kojiro approaching you.

-He offered you a bright grin, “Hey there Y/N! I haven’t seen you since your fight! You were amazing! I would ask for a fight but I would probably lose.” As he said this he scratched the back of his head, laughing lightly.

-You put a hand on his shoulder, meeting his eyes which widened in shock, “No- you’re wrong. Your adaptability in your own fight was very impressive. I’d be honored to spar with you, to see how strong you are now. I would wait centuries for you to surpass me, Kojiro.”

-He was stunned that you recognized him as strong, while many of your other self-proclaimed rivals, were seething with jealousy, as you hadn’t paid them any attention, at least with fights; you would talk with them, but as far as actual fighting, you refused, only willing to fight other sword users.

-You sparred with Kojiro every day, allowing him to train against someone very difficult, and your matches always drew a crowd, not that you minded, mainly because you couldn’t care less.

-As Kojiro laid on his back after another intense session, for him at least, he spoke, “I’m honored a woman like you would give an old man like me any attention. I could die happy.”

-A grin instantly appeared on your face before you threw your head back, laughing warmly, which everyone stared at with huge eyes, as you always had a RBF! You were absolutely stunning when you smiled.

-You reached a hand down to help him up, giving his own a soft squeeze as you spoke with a soft smirk, “It’s a special type of man to grab my attention like that.”

-The glares Kojiro received were well worth it. He had no regrets.

-Lu Bu- When he finally convinced you to spar with him, using his halberd against Yoru, he wanted to see who had the stronger strike, his Sky Eater or your Strongest Slash in the World. The damage as the two strikes hit was so immense, even more so than when Lu Bu fought with Thor, you both had to help clean up the arena after you trashed it. When the dust cleared, both of you were still standing, unharmed and you had to give him a small grin, seeing that he withstood your attack. He became another you fought on a regular basis and he always fought with such joy fighting you, saying you were the only woman he would respect. Thor and him were both strong drinkers, as they would invite you out all the time, which you didn’t mind, finding their antics amusing. It was nice to be able to fight without holding back.

-Jack- Was one of the few who actually didn’t want to fight you, more interested in just conversing with you, sharing tea or wine, playing chess together, and having intellectual discussions. You had to admit that you were a bit curious about his ability to see into your soul, describing the colors you displayed at any given time, it was unique as you had never heard about something like that before. Jack enjoyed his talks with you, never wanting you to leave, as he found you entrancing, from your looks to your strength to your complex personality. He wanted to see more and more.

-Raiden- Raiden was very enthusiastic in trying to convince you to fight him, to the point of chasing you down, running after you until he had you in his arms, like it was a children’s game of tag. You always refused him, as you weren’t a combat fighter, you only used your swords and if you fought him, either you would get hurt from his physical attacks or he would get cut to ribbons. Your words and reasoning did little to deter him as he kept seeking out, asking for a fight, carrying you around in his arms like you were a princess. He was very jolly and loud, but also pushy and sometimes annoying, but you felt like you couldn’t bring yourself to dislike him.

-Buddha- Buddha was another one who was quite pushy, not as in he wanted to fight you, as he was quite laid back, but he was always coming into your house, uninvited, bringing all sorts of snacks that he was willing to share with you. You could enter your home at any given time and find Buddha lounging on your couch, welcoming you home like he lived there. He picked up after himself so it wasn’t that big of a deal to you, and he was quite amusing when you gave him wine and got him drunk, he was a funny, cuddly drunk, which you teased him mercilessly about, but he didn’t care, as you were giving him attention.

-Qin Shi Huang- This cocky little shit irritated you, at first, when he tried to make demands of you like he was in charge of you. As time went on and you learned that was how he was a person, due to him being emperor, you gave him a bit of leniency. He was almost like a child with you, acting spoiled, wanting you to dote on him. He didn’t really want to fight you, although he was curious about your strength, he just liked your icy vibe, as he had seen you smile so brightly, he wanted to see what other sides there were to you.

-Thor- The god was respectful but also quite persistence, in getting you to fight him, as he wanted to see your strength for himself. He would ask you on the daily to fight, but would accept your no, unlike others who would keep asking, but then he would be back the next day to ask you again. You only accepted after you fought Lu Bu, willing to give him a match. Brunnhilde left a lump on your head, Thor’s head, and Lu Bu’s head, scolding all three of you after you and Thor destroyed the arena again. Thor respected your strength and loves to spar with you and Lu Bu both, as you could give them a challenge and they give you a challenge. Plus, they were fun drinking buddies as they were both very strong drinkers.

-Poseidon- Your strength and beauty was unrivaled, or so he thought, when you smiled and laughed, it was like he was being born again, seeing the world with new eyes, but only with you. Poseidon couldn’t stand that you were giving Kojiro the most attention, fury filling him that the older samurai had your attention. It made him want to do even more to get your attention on him. You weren’t bothered by his fancy gifts when he would try to give them to you, refusing them, but his tenacity is what caught your attention, not willing to give up and you finally accepted one of his gifts, a bottle of wine, but you made him sit and enjoy it with you, showing him that there were more sides to you than he originally thought.

-Hercules- This man- this god, was like a giant puppy with you, smiling so brightly when he would call out your name when he sees you around. He’s so respectful of you and your power, not taking anything lightly, which you appreciated, but he’s also super sweet with you, taking your groceries from you, “Let me carry those for you!” he treated you like a lady, but knew for a fact you could probably kick his ass easily, especially if you used Yoru. You enjoyed seeing Hercules, as he showed you all around Valhalla, and he would always be willing to fight you, if you wanted to spar, as he knew he didn’t need to hold back against you.

-Loki- This MF!! He is such a little gremlin and a tease, popping up at random places to try and scare you, wanting to see more emotions out of you, calling out your name so cheerfully. Loki was complicated, if you needed a word to describe him, he was annoying, teasing, perverted, loud, and obnoxious, but as you hated to admit it, if he hadn’t come around for a few days, you found yourself missing his antics. It was sometimes too quiet without Loki’s obnoxious self, popping up at random times. He nearly melted when you patted his head when he came back, asking if you missed him, and you patted his head lightly, adoring your affections.

-Hades- Was very impressed with your skills when he saw you fight, wanting to test you himself, and laughed warmly when you refused to fight him, instead offering him a glass of wine. The two of you became fast friends, as you were similar in personality, usually so serious and stoic, but you did have your soft sides, him with his siblings and you with children. Hades usually got jealous when someone else would try to take your attention off of him, but he was calm about it, choosing instead to just glare harshly while pouting, which you noticed, poking his cheek when you came back, teasing him which he tried to deny that he wasn’t pouting.

-Rudra- Was very soft with you, acting like a gentleman, asking to walk with you, taking anything that you might be holding other than your swords, it was amusing, but appreciated. You found Rudra relaxing to be around, as he was mellow, but you could sense his strength, his determination. You laughed warmly when he asked to hold Yoru, wanting to see how heavy it is, as you were carrying it around like nothing and swung it with such ease. Even with holding it with all four of his hands, Yoru fell to the ground as he could barely hold it up and he gawked before showering you with praise for your strength.

-Indra- Quite and cool, you found solstice with the Hindu god, as he was relaxing to be around, as he didn’t ask you for fights on the regular, only about once a week or so, and he would just sit with you, enjoying spending time together. You did dislike when he smoked, as you didn’t like the smell, but he always made sure to sit downwind from you, so you weren’t overly bothered. You did, however, find out that he was a weak drinker, after you offered to share your wine with him. You couldn’t help but poke his cheek, teasing him as he was nursing a headache afterwards, finding it amusing while he found your teasing side to be rather cute.

-Hajun- You had to discipline him when he tried to grab Yoru, wanting you to fight him, easily taking him out with your unsheathed sword. He was shocked with how easily you were able to take him out, impressed with you while you sat on his chest, but he was unbothered, finding you light, as he asked to fight you again. He was rather territorial with you, if he were to see you, he would hug you and try to keep everyone else away, not willing to share such a strong opponent with anyone else. As time went on however, he grew more territorial, not wanting anyone around you at all, which was more of a headache for you than you thought.

-Kojiro- Kojiro was the only man you gave any physical attention to, mainly because he was your lover now, something he still couldn’t believe. The swell of happiness that would fill his heart when your arms would encircle his neck, hugging gently could warm him all throughout winter. He never asked you for fights, you were the one to ask him, which you didn’t do for anyone else, something he noticed but wouldn’t mention as he would let you curl up in his lap, being doted on by him so gently, your arms around his neck as you both basked in your quiet affections with each other.

[thatanimewriter]

LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.

➳ request: I was wondering if u can like oneshots Bakugou x reader where reader is similar powers to Ruby and Weiss from show rwby and has weapon like Ruby I hope this makes sense

➳ character/s: bakugou katsuki

➳ warnings: canon typical violence, swearing, bakugou being in denial and very competitive, mineta being weird (mentioned to be looking at the girls, reader not specified to be in women or men's change rooms), bro is pining hard

➳ word count: 0.8k

➳ notes: what a cute little conceptt, he'd mistake a crush for an enemy-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

bakugou hates cool people. that's what you think, anyway. you've never seen him smile - not smirk - to anyone in the class regardless of if their quirk or combat abilities were good or not. in fact, you're not sure his face could ever show any form of happiness. there's a few reasons for this theory.

once, you were at the training grounds and you'd perched yourself on a ledge, shooting at whatever 'enemy' was in range with your gun-scythe (his words, not yours) and all he did was scream at you from afar. if you were being perfectly honest, you couldn't actually make out what he was saying because he was so far away. to entertain yourselves, you shot at him instead and earnt yourself what you thought was a middle finger.

another time, you'd been running late to class, so you'd sped there in a flurry of petals. supposedly, bakugou was about to enter the classroom before you whooshed past him and plopped in your seat panting obnoxiously. soon after, you heard a series of coughs and the door slammed open to reveal his spiky hair and deep-set frown.

"oi! flower power! you nearly fucking killed me!" he claimed, pointing an accusatory finger at you and holding a fistful of petals in the other hand.

admittedly, that one was your fault.

however, the day after that incident, he was sparring against you and seemed to be getting quite the ego boost since he was kind of kicking your ass. his cockiness quickly morphed to anger as your gaze flicked to midoriya, who had managed to sweep kaminari from his feet. taking bakugou's temporary distraction, you copied midoriya's move and pinned his shoulders to the ground. you got a lot of spit on your face that day after he berated you for not having your full attention on you.

the rest of class 1-a was unsure if he was really into you and was scared of the feeling or if somehow you'd become worse than midoriya and bakugou's very limited world. there's a couple times jirou thought she caught him staring at you from across the room but she wasn't sure if glaring can still be considered as staring.

in the changing rooms one afternoon, mineta was peering through a small hole in the wall and admiring the girls'... assets. this was no surprise to anyone in the class, but midoriya had a suspicion that he would eventually act on when mineta mentioned your name and a large explosion set off immediately after. typically, bakugou grumbled under his breath and maybe hit mineta over the head for saying disgusting things about women, but that particular day, it seemed your name was way over the line.

after another series of situations that made bakugou's feelings on you ambiguous to everyone but you, midoriya decided to ask him on a class camp whether he liked you or not.

"huh?!" the look of shock and disgust on bakugou's face would've indicated no if not for the fact that that was his default reaction to anything ever.

"i don't know, you just seem to be a little more... activated when they're brought up or when they're around," midoriya mumbled, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

"no i'm not!" bakugou protested, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing indignantly.

"you blew up mineta for even mentioning their name when we were getting into our hero costumes."

"that doesn't mean anything!" crackles started emitting from his palms in rapid succession as he continued to think about midoriya's implication. "i don't catch their petals when they fly around and feel them and wonder if their skin is as soft as the petals. i don't wonder if maybe their shampoo smells like strawberries and i don't hug a pillow at night thinking about how it feels to cuddle them!" the sparks died down the further he rambled.

"do you ever think about, i dunno... what it might feel like to hold hands or something?" this was a stretch and there was a high chance that midoriya might get blown up in a minute, but technically bakugou brought it up first.

"sometimes, it's no big deal or anything," bakugou grunted, scuffing his shoe along the dirt and kicking up dust clouds.

that night, bakugou went to bed with a very erratic heartbeat and a very twitchy eye. maybe he's not getting enough quality sleep. he just thinks your gun-scythe is cool and you have a cool quirk that could maybe, totally not likely but maybe could destroy him in a fight. he didn't want you to surpass him in any way, but he liked watching you do your thing and that pissed him off. how dare you look really attractive when you're training?

"stupid red riding hood," he scoffed, rolling over and thinking about the red hooded cape you always wore. maybe he could try it one day. would it bring your bright smile onto your face?

[imkillerbae]

In the Inbetween (Valorant Yoru x Reader)

Chapter 1: A New Recruit Arrives

Summary: You arrive at the Valorant protocol and meet most of the agents.

Masterlist

“You nervous?” You hear Neon, the blue haired girl, ask you. You lift your head up from your phone and notice that she was already looking at you, a wide grin plastered on her face. The Vulture sped through the sky, the wind blowing her blue hair wildly.

“Uh, a little,” you reply honestly, staring back at her with a small smile, but your hands were trembling. Gekko sees this and puts an arm around your shoulders, comfortingly patting you. “Nah, we’re chill! You don’t have to be nervous. My crew and I got you,” he smiles at you. You could smell his strong cologne despite the strong gust of wind against your face.

It was crazy. A few days ago, you were just a fresh graduate from college. You were getting ready to get into the corporate world when disaster in the city struck.

You were radiant, and despite there being laws against radiant powers being used without police supervision, you went into action, doing your best to save people from an explosion. You healed and lured people to safety. You barely managed to escape being caught and detained by the police, but unbeknownst to you, you had caught the attention of someone named Brimstone.

Somehow he was able to track you down, and you immediately begged for him not to take you in. To your surprise, he wanted to see you for an entirely different reason. Together with a dark haired woman, they offered you a job where your radiance could be utilized. Any normal person would definitely decline the offer; the job description was danger in every sense of the word. But you were tired of hiding your radiance, tired of being cast aside for being different. You did nothing wrong by saving people, why couldn’t the world understand that?

Giving it some more thought, you reluctantly agreed to join the Valorant Protocol; an underground organization of agents handling affairs concerning radianite. You soon learned that the explosion was a result of their failure to stop the attackers from planting, and soon understood that this was a job that wasn’t for everyone. You had the means to enter this job, so you felt obligated to join. After a few days, you packed lightly, said goodbye to your puzzled parents, and got picked up by a large helicopter like vehicle. The dark haired woman driving the vehicle, with Gekko and Neon helping you with your luggage. It was strange for them to ask you to go to a remote place to be picked up, but then again, they were a covert operation.

“We’re here,” the dark haired woman said, her eyes glinting. You felt intimidated by her, she had a threatening aura around her. “Yes Ma’am!” Gekko laughs, smiling, and Neon raises an eyebrow at him. “Chirpy much?” She chides, hopping off the helicopter before it fully landed. You took that as a que to stand up and grab your bags. “Yeah I am! We got a new agent, and she’s on our age bracket!” He fist bumps one of his pets, the blue one, and the dark haired woman groans. “If Brimstone recruits another toddler in this protocol, we’ll turn into a nursery. I am not one for babysitting, so make sure you’re useful,” she glares at you, and you gulp. This woman was beautiful but terrifying. Gekko scratches the back of his head sheepishly then takes the bags that you held from you. “Don’t mind her, she’s just moody today. Go ahead, I’ll handle the luggage.” Gekko offers, and you smile and nod. “I heard that, Gekko.” The woman remarks as she hops off the helicopter.

You could see Gekko still smiling so you assumed that this was a normal conversation between them. You will be with these people for a while so you made sure to take note of the small things about them.

You hopped off, holding the strap of your shoulder bag. The wind blew hard, so you held your arm above your face. The sunlight blinded you but as you adjusted your view, you were met with blue skies, mountains, lush greenery, exotic birds in the distance, and an expanse of concrete below you. Ahead were a few people standing to watch you.

“Hey rookie. How’d the flight go?” A woman with an orange hat greets cheerily, another girl with a green hat next to her following suit. You feel relief wash over you seeing how welcoming they were. “Hi, Brimstone is in his office right now but I’d like to be the one to welcome you to the Valorant Protocol! My callsign is Killjoy, but call me KJ. This one over here is called Raze. You already know we don’t use real names here right?” She smiles, adjusting her glasses.

You nod and look around. “I’m Solace, and yeah. He gave me a brief.” You see others in the sidelines, and wonder how many people are in the protocol. Robots carry your belongings down the building while you follow KJ and Raze. You see a white haired woman who looked young together with man who had fiery frosted hair. They talked amongst themselves, later joined by Neon and Gekko.

“This is the HQ. We’re situated in a remote island off the coast of Hawaii. A parameter is set up around the whole island so civvies won’t be able to find us here. Nice, no?” KJ muses, gesturing to the gray walls of the building. “I personally think the whole place could use some paint. Sometimes I feel like I’m trapped in a prison so I go outside as much as I can. You play football?” Raze asks, and you giggle, shaking your head. “I’m not too athletic. But I can go for a few games of volleyball by the beach.” You replied.

The two toured you around the whole place. It was spacious, filled with utility rooms, armories, training rooms and more. There was a gym, an indoor and outdoor pool, a mess hall, fully equipped kitchens with robot chefs, and some other rooms that they didn’t bother showing you. As you walked with them, you listened to the two banter. They were very wholesome.

You stop walking. You feel something, someone, walk past. You snap your head towards the direction of the movement. You flinch as the light suddenly flickers. The two women in front of you don’t even notice you pausing. You turn to a corner and your eye catches something move, but all it left was a wisp of dark royal blue. You stood there, eyes narrowed.

What the hell was that?

“Hey, rookie. You okay?” Raze tilts her head curiously. An aura enveloped you: it was your radiant powers. “Oh, uh, yeah. Thought I just saw something in the corner.” You said anxiously, and the two women looked at each other, puzzled. “Maybe you’re jet lagged. I think it’s time we showed you your temporary room.” You give KJ a confused look.

“Temporary?” You inquired, and she nods. “We have a tradition here. Every agent that joined us cleaned out their own room. Your actual room is situated 2 floors down, and it’s full of junk. We’re putting you in a temporary room so you can rest. Feel free to explore the whole place before you snooze. And if you’re confused with the machinery here, we’re your gals.”

The two left you in front of your temporary room. It was barely furnished but enough to be called your temporary bedroom. Your bags were already dropped of here. “This all feels so… sudden.” You tell yourself, looking at your feet. You missed your folks back at home already.

“What is?”

You jump in your place, and the person who spoke is stunned, clutching his head. “Shit! Oh my god, I am so so sorry,” you immediately rush to them and help them get their head up. “That’s what you get for startling someone and not reading the brief, Phoenix.” The girl you saw earlier leans on the door frame, smiling coolly as her friend writhed. “What the hell was that?” He says, standing up properly. “I-it’s my radiant powers. It’s controlled by my emotions. Whenever I get startled, I accidentally stun people. I am so so sorry.” You apologized, but the white-haired girl chortles.

“Oh, don’t apologize to him. It was his fault for not reading the brief. It literally stated your powers there. How’s it feel pretty boy?” She teases, pulling him upright by the jacket. Phoenix, you assumed his name was, shook his head and winced. “Painful but I’m fine. Your powers are pretty wicked!” He scratches the back of his head sheepishly before smiling smugly.

“I’m Jett, and this… is embarrassing.” Jett rolls her eyes as Phoenix fixed his jacket. “The name’s Phoenix, but you can call me the King,” he winks, but Jett smushes his face against the wall. “Don’t… call him that.” She warns, but then smiles again. You chuckle nervously, looking at the two. “I’m Solace. Nice to meet you guys,” you introduce yourself.

From chatting with them, you soon learned that they were following you while you followed KJ and Raze. They invited you to meet the rest of the agents, and you eagerly join them after changing clothes.

“There’s more of us?” You ask, looking around. “Oh, you don’t actually think this is all of us. Some of them are on deploy right now but we can bother the rest. You’ve met Neon and Gekko already yeah?” Jett asks, and you nod. “That woman over there, the blondie, that’s Deadlock. Next to her is Sage, there’s Neon and Fade.” You nod along, trying your best to remember their names. Deadlock and Fade both glance at you and give you a nod, and Sage smiles at your direction. “Welcome young one. It’s nice to finally meet you,” she greets, and you blush.

You then keep moving. “That over there, is Cypher, and that huge chunk of metal there is KAY/O. Omen looks pretty scary but he’s a chill guy. If you need good book recommendations, he’s your guy,” Phoenix introduced, taking a drink from the cooler. “It’s pretty rare for a lot of us to be here at the same time so you just got luck. Astra, Skye and Harbor are deployed, Chamber is in Hongkong right now right?” He adds, and Jett nods. “On a recon mission with Breach and Sova.”

“There’s so many of us, it’s kinda hard to keep track of names. No offense,” you shrug, and Cypher tilts his head. “Not to worry. You will soon come to realize that we’re all very memorable,” you could tell he was smiling under that mask he had. Some of the agents barely acknowledged you but you were glad that most of them were nice.

“Wait, where’s Yoru?” Jett asks Phoenix, and he just shrugs. “I don’t know. Probably brooding somewhere.” He then looks at you for a moment. “What did you say your powers were? Since we’re all here anyway.”

You ended up giving them a demonstration. You were told that you were an initiator. You didn’t know what that exactly meant but you could tell that you were supposed to make it hard for the enemies to hold sites by keeping them occupied while the duelists pick them off one by one. Your controlled your powers well, but your heightened emotions could affect them. You could give heals, you had a stun, a lure, and an ultimate that could detect the positions of enemies and make them vulnerable to damage. When demonstrating, you got shy. They all listened so intently that you were so nervous about messing up your words. You could tell they were taking mental notes.

It was tiring but worth it. You also learned a lot about their abilities, and how you could utilize each other’s powers in battle. You also learned that the dark haired lady’s name was Viper, and that she was Brimstone’s right hand. “Finally, a new person to duo with. I’m sick of having to duo with Sova. He keeps nagging me.” Phoenix sighs, and KAY/O snorts, or at least he made a sound similar to it. “You deserve it for pushing without waiting for him.”

You all talked for a while, but as you started to yawn, you figured you’d hit the hay. Quietly, you excused yourself from the conversation. It was getting late anyways. The walk back was quiet, in a strange way. You kept glancing corners, anxious about what happened earlier. Maybe there was a ghost? You didn’t really believe in those but the fear was still there.

Before you went to bed, you unpacked some of your stuff. You took out the bare necessities since you’d be better off unpacking in your actual room. “One, two… where’s the last one?” Your eyebrows knit, looking around. Your bag filled with your delicates were nowhere to be found. Did Gekko forget to bring that down? You look back to your door, then decide against asking. You instead opted to check the rooftop yourself. They were all having fun so you didn’t want to pull Gekko away from that.

Retracing your steps back to the rooftop, you lit the way with your phone. Quietly, you reached the rooftop, the wind from the sea was strong. You were almost blown away by the hoodie you wore. Looking around, you try to look for your bag. “Where the hell did they put that bag,” you sighed.

Unbeknownst to you, someone noticed you come up. You were unaware of the other entity in the corner. They stood there, silently watching as you tried to make out the whole place with the limited light from the sky and your phone.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

You jump at the low voice, but he was too far away to be stunned. You squinted. Most of him was hidden by the shadow apart from his eyes. You stare back at him, your guards up. You see the familiar wisp of royal blue, and you try to stand firm. “E-excuse me?” You try to sound confident, but your voice betrays you.

“I think you heard me well enough. I don’t like repeating myself.” He steps out of the darkness, and you feel your radiant powers jolt. He was wearing a gray long sleeve shirt, hugging his slender figure. Dark pants and shoes, but his face was all you were focused on. He had a scowl, spiky hair dyed blue in the middle and eyes that could pierce through you. He looks you up and down, and you turn red. Who the hell does he think he is?

“I’m just looking for my bag Sir,” you reason, returning his hostile stare. So he was what you saw earlier. You didn’t know if you were thankful that it was him rather than a ghost. “Look for it in the morning. I don’t like visitors.” He scoffs, uncaring and unrelenting. Your eye twitches in annoyance. “Unfortunately I can’t, that bag is important and it can’t wait till tomorrow. I’ll mind my own business, you mind yours. The sooner I find it, the quicker I’ll be out of your hair.”

Was this another agent perhaps? It looked like he was. You could tell he was radiant, the aura he had was very strong. And his stare was intense, as if he was expecting you to suddenly move and attack.

He takes a few steps forward, and you could see him better now. You purse your lips. If he really was an agent here, you already gave a bad impression. You sighed before speaking. “I’m Solace, the new recruit. Just so you know.” You hear him laugh coldly, and you raise your brow. “Something funny about that?” You threatened, but he just tilts his head.

“Yeah. The fact that you think I care enough to know.” Before you could lash out, he suddenly disappears. You jump in place. “Behind you,” you hear him say, and you turn around. He held up the bag that you were looking for and haphazardly tossed it in your general direction. He was smirking, amused with himself probably. Your eyebrows knit in annoyance. You took your bag, and hugged it, protecting yourself from his eyes. “Don’t come up here in these hours. I don’t like to be bothered.” He then turns around and walks back to where he originally was. You watch his walk with confident strides, but all you felt was embarrassment and annoyance. Who was this person? And why does he act like he owns the place? You clenched your fists, but decided not to talk back anymore. You were too tired to fight with him. Sighing, you mumble a thanks before descending downstairs, back to your room. Your blood was simmering in your head.

After you left, his smirk fell into an emotionless frown. He heaves a heavy sigh, staring into the sky. It was cold up where he was but he wasn’t too bothered. He’d rather feel the cold than feel empty. He was annoyed that someone barged in on him when he was enjoying his quiet time. But it couldn’t be helped.

[abbythewritor]

"Fairness" One Piece x Saitama reader,4.

"Just a Normal girl looking for an everyday life. At least, if you call sailing across the seas with idiots with useless dreams a simple task, then you might wanna see a doctor. Seriously."

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of Luekimia, and heaps amount of blood and strength. It might be a little cursing, but not bad, and maybe some flirting in there, but it's mostly clean.

Other things:

-You didn't get bald due to your powers; you got bald to an extreme illness.

-You part of the straw hat crew, but others are interested in you and your power.

-Everyone that is a male is taller than you.

-Monsters from the OPM world will appear in One Piece, and I'll make some new monsters you will fight.

Enjoy the fourth chapter, everyone :)

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My goodness, when marine ships are annoying, THEY ARE ANNOYING!

Jimbei is swimming to the ships hidden in the smoke as they started shooting at us, buggy the only one freaking out as we got closer.

But, thanks to Jimbei, we avoided the bombs, Jimbie dodging as they were trying to shoot at him, as a serious look still embedded crocodile and Mister One's face, as I stood up straight.

Jimbei would launch us four onto the deck as we readied ourselves.

Jimbei stopped us, Buggy thinking he left as he ran around, yelling traitor repeatedly as I knew precisely where Jimbei was going.

After about five minutes, a gigantic gator launched us up on the Raft, and we all quickly landed on one of the marine decks, buggy slamming into the floor as Mister One caught me, setting me down gently.

All of the marines pointed their gun at us, and as Crocodile and Mister One launched up in the air, I bolted forward at a fast speed, as we began attacking.

Their bullets didn't affect me, as they were just regular bullets. I kicked a guy in the back, ducking and punching someone in the gut before grabbing another person's fist, twisting it, and breaking it before throwing him off the ship.

Seeing a sword attached to him, I grabbed it, as more ahead kept shooting at me, surprised that the bullets deflected off my skin.

Looking at them blankly, I bolted, my knees hitting the floor as I slid, slicing a person's legs before clashing swords with a marine, pushing him off as he stumbled as I slit his throat, ducking a punch as I crawled between his legs, my foot kicking his but as he launched forwards.

As more approached, I tripped all three with my leg, as Crocodile picked them up with his sand, throwing the three overboard.

Both of us turned as more marines ran to us. As we looked at each other, bolting to them as we pulled off insane combines, He lifted some in the air and disintegrated them, while I just scattered them like flights, as I was like a female lioness striking her prey.

But, as we just kept getting surrounded, Jimbei sent another blast as he went on the ship again, causing a mass amount of explosion to rise, as a shit tone of marines scattered everywhere, everyone except us growing nervous and scared when looking at him. I smirked, looking to the marines, as my clothes blew in the sea wind. "Sorry about my friends, boys...but...we are going to use this ship.." My words freaked them as we all attacked the remaining marines again, and Jimbei quickly destroyed the other ships surrounding us.

Out of breath, we all stopped, as Buggy still in the floorboards, as I knelt to him, my head tilting. "Is he dead?" Mister One and Crocodile shook their heads behind me. "He's just weak..." Nodding, I pulled him out of the wood, as Luffy and the other criminals, even Ivanka and friends, made it to the ship we Hijacked, I smiled brightly, glad that he made it safe.

Ivanka was about to land on Crocodile and Mister One, as their eyes widened quickly, hopping out of the way as she returned to standard size, as prisoners hopped off her head.

Soon enough, we all made it; we thought we did as more marine ships blocked the entrance, and a large door was in front of us all. "OH MY JEEZ, WE CAN'T OPEN IT!!" Mister Three yelled; Luffy and Buggy beside him were shocked, and Buggy got angry and grabbed Jimbeis's dress. "WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO, YOU SHARK?!"

"Sail through it." "WHAT?! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! THIS IS A DISASTER! HOW CAN YOU BE SO RELAXED! EVEN YOU THREE!!" His head whipped to me, Crocodile, and Mister One, the three of us just shrugging. "PSYCHOS!!" He snapped, me giggling before more of the ships fired at us, me, Crocodile, Luffy, and Mister One getting rid of them quickly as the others tried to figure out how to open the door.

I threw cannonballs back, my strength causing the ship to sink with one hit, my face blank as some prisoners came up from behind me. "HOW ARE YOU SO CALM?!"

With much dodging and firing back, the gate soon opened, and our eyes widened with shock.

I felt that something wasn't right, and as I looked around for Bon-chan, who wasn't there, my eyes widened.

Oh no...

Luffy was also looking for him as a snail rung; as he picked it up, Bon-chan was on the other line, giving his life to us so we could save others.

This struck my heart, as his sad words sounded to Luffy, made the atmosphere sadder, as me, Crocodile, and Mister One stayed silent for respect, while others like Luffy, Mister Three, and the criminals were crying.

My fist clenched, angered that Bon-clay stayed behind, as I looked away, my teeth gritting as Crocodile noticed, himself looking at me as I tried to keep my composure.

His sacrifice won't be in vain, as we all are going to save Ace and get the hell out of this situation.

As we escaped, things started to calm down, as everyone was eating and drinking except me. I was sitting with him in the front of the Navy ship as I turned to his intense gaze on the horizon. "Luffy." He turned to me as I smiled gently. "We'll get your brother back...Bon-chans's sacrifice won't be in vain...he will be remembered in our hearts..." Your words made Luffy look down as his fists clenched. "I wish I could have done something; there had to be another way; there is always another way..." I frowned. "Sometimes there aren't other ways...fate has a path of twists and turns, some fortunes ending on one final push...a push that might not be what we expected. I know we just met today, Luffy-san, but I have a strong feeling to tell you this...Before I came here...I lived in a land where devil fruits didn't exist, people were born as monsters, or humans with or without powers." His eyes widened. "R-Really? So how do pirates survive?!" I sighed at his question. "Pirates don't exist where I'm from either...because now I'm finally understanding, I'm not from this world...before I came here..I was battling a monster that could teleport things to many dangerous places. When I fought this monster, our clash was so hard that he could teleport me here...to a different world, and now, I have no way back to where I came from." His brows furrowed slightly as he turned to face me. "So you're stuck here?" I nodded. "I arrived right beside your brother, chained, thinking I was going to die, but you came to Luffy and gave me a second chance, as we both know my fate of not being in my own world may be the only path the universe chose me to be. Yes, I was scared, and I wanted to protect the people at my home...but in reality, we don't usually get what we want...." I tugged his heartstrings with my story as he looked to the floor, a question running through his mind. "Ivonka, earlier today, said you were hairless..is that true?" Surprised by his question, I sighed, bringing a hand to my wig as I pulled it off, revealing my bald head to him.

His eyes widened, not believing it, as his heart broke. "W-Where did your hair go?" I was silent for a moment, Crocodile listening in above and out of sight, as he was intrigued about how I was bald, as his eyes pierced down at me from the perch he was sitting in. "I...when I was little, I was diagnosed with a terrible Illness...called Luekimia...it's a type of Cancer.." His heart broke, as he knew what cancer was, as he felt terrible for asking that question, as your answer Affected crocodile, a feeling of remorse for you tugged his heart. 'She had cancer..huh..?' He thought, eyeing me below as I continued to talk to Luffy. "One day, during my treatment period...a monster smashed through my hospital wall, almost killing me.." His eyes widened. "T-That's terrible! Did you get hit?!"I shook my head, a smile plastering my face. "A man I respect with all my heart saved me that day, a hero...a powerful man who defeated the monster before my eyes. He is the reason I am still alive today."Luffy smiled. "Really?! What was his name?!" I looked at the sea in front of me. "Saitama...or as he is known as One Punch Man...my adoptive father." "SUEGEE!" Luffy has stars in his eyes. "Why was he called One Punch man?! Can he only punch things once?!" I chuckled. "No, but the weaker monsters he kills in one punch, which is why he got his name, but the day he saw me in the hospital bed, wired to monitors...he saw a hero in me...and he gave me his powers." Luffy paused as Crocodile's eyes widened with surprise above. "W-Wait, you mean he gave you his power?! How is that possible but so cool at the same time?!" I giggled more from his reaction as I shrugged. "I don't know myself...but without him giving me his powers.I would be dead..." He chuckled. "Well, I'm happy he did, and I'm glad you survived the sickness, Y/n! You're a strong person, and you'd fit right into this world, even if it's too crazy for your liking!" I leaned back on my elbows. "Oh..well, I don't think this world is crazy; it's exciting. I wonder what else is out here; I don't know if I ever wanna go back, to be honest."Luffy did his signature chuckle as he laid back with you. "Well, if you decide to stay, do you wanna Join my crew?" My eyes widened. "Your crew? What crew?" He chuckled. "It's a long story, but my crew mates are scattered at the moment, but I promise, when we unite with them again, they are going to love you, and they are strong and powerful, too; you'll fit right in!" I shook my head with a smile. "Luffy, I'm honored, but I'd have to think about that, OK? Besides, we need to focus on saving your brother.

He smiled and nodded. "Right!" Sighing, I felt eyes on me as I was lying down, looking up to see Crocodile looking at me as he was sitting on a cannon beside Jimbei.

Excusing myself from Luffy, I walked to him as I put my wig back on. "So your bald, huh..?" I sigh. "You heard, huh?" He smirked. "Almost all of it; why hide your head when you already showed it?" I looked down. "I see my baldness as a curse, as a way of telling me how weak I was..." Crocodile hummed in response. "Is that so? You didn't look weak when kicking the Marines in shape." I chuckled, sitting on the Cannon with him. "Thanks, but I may fight strongly but still feel emotionally weak." He glared at me. "Why? Because of having no hair? That's a stupid reason to feel weak. Will you let your past sickness get the best of your true self? Look at everyone on this ship; we have queers, bald men, fat men, and a damn shark. Do we all look insecure about who we are?" I giggled. "No...No...your right.." He smirked. "Then listen to this..that Bald head doesn't change who you are...it's just a matter of looks, the personality that makes a person a human. Remember that." My heart beats from his words as his hand took off the wig gently, soon patting the Naked skin on my head. I smiled up at him. "Thank you..that really means a lot." he turned away, a secret blush lining his face. "You're welcome..."

“You said you were a warlord..what happened?” He stayed silent for a moment, his head still turned away from me. “lost it, one because of Teach, second the rubber brat kicked my ass. Was doing something that I felt proud of, but knew that it was wrong, and now I looked back on it, it was a stupid idea.” I listened, my focus making the silence rise, as he turned to me again. “Let’s say that I was a shitty warlord, and wanna make up for my mistakes. Regain my title.” Feeling terrible from his words, I looked to the ground. “Wow. That’s a lot. But, if those things you did then, and you have true regret, I still think Vivi, whoever she is will forgive you, even if she doesn’t, I think you have room to change and change can be challenging, trust me I know. I don’t think your a crappy person, your actions yes may have been crappy, but that’s just a lesson to not be to proud or greedy of yourself, because too much greed can lead your life upside down.” Your words made him think as he glared at you, as you were right about it. As he was being too greedy with wanting power, I mean isn’t every one? As a couple of seconds of silence rose, you heard him sigh. “Upside down huh..? Is this your way to cheer me up?” I shrug. “Is it working?” “kinda, but I will think of your words wisely, so I won’t screw up next time, who knows if your brave enough to stick around, you can teach me not to be a greedy dick bag huh?” I giggled from his words, as I smiled, looking up at him as the sunlight shines behind us, as he offered me his hand, and I easily shook it with my rather tiny-yet plump ones. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Crocodile-San”

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Author: a bit short today since I have errands and a life to get back together, so decided to do a little bit of revealing yourself to the others. I hope you enjoyed, see you in the next one.

[persnicketypomelo]

Can you compare and contrast Leroux!Erik and Musical!Eriks responses to reader seeing them without the mask for the first time, but she’s actually not alarmed and is very accepting? Maybe she gives them a lil kiss of her own volition- thank you!!

Leroux's Erik is much more darker, as in self-harm, but also surprisingly sweet. Well, as sweet as someone so obsessive as him can be.

This looks like Rachel Barrell and presumably JOJ? I actually love Rachel Barrell, she's one of my favorites. :)

Musical Erik

Both would react with the same fiery temper towards you if you unmasked them by surprise/against their wishes

Musical Erik needs to be able to hold the strings in how you interact with him and perceive him

He will meticulously plan how the two of you are to meet, how much you know about him, when he plans introduce himself in the corporeal form, and even (unwittingly to you) steer your actions when you’re not with him

All of this is to say that he is a complete control freak

And this is one of the main reasons behind his adverse reaction to you unmasking him, even if you have only kind thoughts of what lies beneath

However, if you manage to gently tell him that you do not fear his face, he will not believe you at first

But looking him unabashedly in his eyes with a demure smile manages to convince him that, perhaps, you are not entirely lying

If you kiss him, say on the cheek or forehead to try and prove your point

Well, it is safe to say that he’s flustered

He would tell you it is time to return the surface world, for he feels quite embarrassed and caught off guard by your unexpected…affection

Erik would need time alone to restore his composure

He reaches for his mask, smoothing it upon his face, and suddenly he regains some of his suave self-assured air

At the end of the day, his trust in keeping you within his grasp strengthens, but he is a man who covets control, and even your unexpected kindness cannot do away with this tendency

I think the only time he would voluntarily allow you to take his mask off, for he would never do it himself, is when he's emotionally vulnerable

It is not so much that he feels insecure about his face around you, but moreso that he feels more powerful with his mask on

Book Erik

This scenario really highlights the difference between the musical and book version

His anger is more explosive and more volatile than in the musical interpretation

He claws his flesh brutally, sobbing and laughing in a kind of hysteria

If you turn your head away from the brutal sight of him tearing at his skin, he will grip you by the hair tightly and turn your head to look at him

"Look at Erik...this hideous monster!...Shunned by society, with a face no mother could love!...You just couldn't bear to contain your curiosity, eh?"

But once he heras your cries and begging, he awakens from his reverie and eases his grip off of you

The poor man has no control over his mood-swings

As soon as he realizes he hurt you, he falls to the ground crying and begging for forgiveness

It is hard to convince him that you derive no horror from his face, for he has gone his whole life thinking himself to be unloveable because of it

But once he is convinced of your honesty, he is completely and utterly yours

And the gentle kiss you press to his head makes him fall to his knees

Erik clutches the fabric of your clothing sobbing, for he never dreamed to receive any compassion in his lifetime

And now that you've offered him a piece of your love?

He would kill another man should you so desire

From then on, he leaves the mask all but forgotten

You will catch him very often vying for your eye, like a child wishing for appraisal

Look him in the face and tell him you love him, and he will follow you to the ends of the earth

[princess-of-the-corner]

Princess Bee

K, couple thoughts, my devices are being weird, so even though I sent an ask, I’m going to compile a few things here, just in case

1) On Artemis being the Fox, possible lore for a name - the Teumessian fox was an uncatchable fox from Greek Myth, sent to hassle the city of Thebes as a punishment. Eventually, when the gods felt the city had suffered enough, they ran into the problem that they had created a LITERALLY UNCATCHABLE CREATURE, so they couldn’t really get the fox to stop. So, they sent in a dog, called Laelaps, who was enchanted to be able to always catch her prey, to catch the fox. The two were basically a paradox, and eventually got put into the sky as constellations (Canis Major [the dog] and Canis Minor [the fox]).

2) I headcanon that the reason the SentiKids are Sapient is in part due to the fact they are “hybrids”. They aren’t “pure” Sentimonsters, the Parents used the Peacock to basically “fertilize” an egg and make a fetus. So while TECHNICALLY a Sentimonster, it’s a little closer to, say, how Steven Universe is technically a gem. And similarly, if Steven’s Gen is damaged, he gets hurt. Like, if the Amoks got broken before … whatever they do to severe the connection, the SentiKids would be hurt pretty badly. They MIGHT be able to do something to manage survival, but the Amoks are still connected to their life force. (I hope this is making sense?) Does any of this sound … like it fits, I guess?

3) OC Chester description, so you hopefully don’t have to go hunting for it. Originally conceived as Lila’s hench person, but he doesn’t HAVE to be, I just thought it would be a little boring if Lila doesn’t have another person to talk to. You can take or leave any part of him.

Chester Fester.

Age: close to Lila and the Miracuclass parents, so … What are we going with here, late thirties, early forties?

Looks: Only thing I ever got was brown hair, face looks … ratty.

General Notes: Rats are his favourite animal. He has two pet rats, Mister Whiskers, and Morning Glory. Likes fermented and/or cured foods. He hates food waste, and sees rats as performing a vital service by eating the food people throw out. Thinks rats are given unfair press as “plague spreaders”. Hates cats, dogs, anything that could pose a threat to a rat. Was nominally trained as a chef, but has been fired repeatedly for allowing “pests” into kitchens. Always seems to be between jobs as a result. Will cheerfully allow himself to be Akumatized into a “Rat King” style Akuma (original name was Ratatouille, but I’m kind of ‘eh’ on it, especially cause at that point, he’s basically Evil Linguini). Favourite movie, the Rats of N.I.M.H..

The man is a bit … morally vague. I mean, he isn’t the kind of guy to think murder is a viable solution to most problems, but he sees a lot of Laws as more guidelines than anything else. Like, “We’d rather you didn’t do this, but if you don’t get caught, we don’t care” is sort of how he sees it. He sees breaking and entering as more of a challenge. I think the only laws he would follow fastidiously would be traffic laws. He sees why those are there, people operating several tons of metal powered by explosions should follow the rules.

Lila specific: The two met sometime when Lila was pulling a con on a restaurant. Chester was really impressed with her skills, and offered to help her, because the restaurant in question had been putting out rat poison. They’ve been friends ever since.

Chester and Lila did have a brief period of dating, before Lila figured out she was AroAce. She was sure this meant Chester would be ditching her, but Chester surprised her by sticking around. In his words “We were friends first”, and he didn’t really see why whether the two of them slept together should mean anything. People do often assume Chester and Lila are a couple, especially as the pair live together, but the two are simply chaotic besties. The best term is probably “Queer Platonic”, but the two don’t really want to label it. They’re friends. Who else cares? They do have a pact that, if they ever need to, they’ll get married, but only as a last resort kind of thing.

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1.) Did get this one! Rip to your tech though because while tumblr makes asks disappear it’s happening to you A LOT so idk what it is or how to fix it.

2.) Hm! Maybe it’s a combination? Like like like. Okay I made the post about the lore of what went down with the Sentikids and Kagami actually having a dad. So how about Mr. Tsurugi managed to make Kagami entirely from scratch, which is why he died real quick. Essentially giving his Life Energy to make her. But it broke the Peacock so everyone after still got fucked up. 

Emilie tried to mitigate the effects by doing the Senti-Human hybrid trick, so she’s only dealing with ‘broken Peacock’ not ‘took too much Life Energy at once’. Same with Colt. So they’re still dying, but not as quickly as Mr. Tsurugi did.

Adjust the fuckery in age differences by having like. It’s a Senti-baby she can just make it magic so it speeds up and she’s only actually pregnant for like a month. Colt can do the same with Amelie and then just gaslight her of ‘oh we must’ve been so convinced we were infertile that we didn’t notice you actually got pregnant!’.

3.) I love everything about Chester