#the first one is the funniest in my mind. he just decided to be evil again. for fun

[couch-house]

what was super even doing in EXIT. how did he get there. what's his problem. some ideas...

[emoisthenewemu]

Homie Hopper! Pt 3 FINAL!

College MHA boys x f! reader!

Summary: After making your way through the hottest friend group you know, the boys can't help but wonder--who's your favorite?

Cw: SMUTTT!, threesome, lots of different kinks n stuff, sub! Denki, name calling, p in v, reader has female anatomy, reader essentially gets passed around

Smut Series! Pt 1 Here Pt 2 here

As senior year comes to an end, you reminisce on all the times you had (good and bad). After all the hours of tears and dedication, all the times you swore you would quit and never come back-you are grateful for two things. Finishing college to become the boss babe you truly are AND the plethora of hookups with the hottest sweetest friendgroup you had ever met. You took a break on all of that, after a while it got to be too much. You realized just how much these men were taking up the time in your life so you swore off of sex completely. You got what you wanted, now it was time to give all that time back to you. Focus on yourself and the things that really matter. It's funny how once you stop fucking them it only made them crave you more.

Katsuki 'The Shit Talker' Bakugo & Ejirou 'The Big Boy' Kirishima....ft 'The Eifel Tower'!

-Katsuki Bakugo is the first to break. After a wall of 'you up?' messages he decides to just say fuck it and stop you in the hallway of your apartment building.

"Y'break your phone or something?" He catches you about to take the elevator one day, side eyeing the hell out of you.

"No. It works" You shrug, giggling at how pissed off he looks. You didn't think he would care that much. It's not like you two were ever serious or anything.

"So why the hell don't you answer my texts?"

"Cause I'm not hooking up with anyone right now" You shrug.

He clicks his tongue, very obviously annoyed. "That all I am to you? Just some dick?"

You cannot help but laugh. So pouty, kind of makes you want to fuck him. But no! You are not doing that stuff anymore. "Bakugo you only ever text me at like 2 in the morning! Be for real!"

"Whatever, brat" The elevator dings, your cue to go. He watches you walk through the doors, hands stuffed in his pockets. "Answer your damn phone!"

- The next time you see him is because you called Kirishima-not him. Much to Katsuki's dismay. It pisses him off but no worries, he'll just go and lend a helping hand with bringing up all your groceries. Ejirou has no time to even protest, seeing as his roommate was already putting his shoes on, ready to go. There goes Kiri's plans for the night. Looks like he won't be getting you all to himself.

Although, he never minded sharing.

So as the boys load your stuff up you give a grateful smile, purposely squeezing Katsuki's bicep teasingly because you just know he is pissed that you reached out to his red haired roommate for help rather than him. Sometimes you can't just help but tease him. It's all in good fun, you swear!

They look around and question where the hell your roommates who never seem to be home are, you tell them they are with their boyfriends for the weekend. Leaving poor little you all alone. They share a knowing look, could you have planned this? Was the whole 'im not having sex' act a lie and you are just trying to play coy? If so, you are a genius.

The funniest part is you really are not trying to entice them. You just did not want to have to make multiple trips up and down the stairs. You did not even think Katsuki was home, having spotted Ejirou's car in the parking lot. They think you are an evil mastermind when all reality is you were just trying to do your own thing tonight.

Or maybe they are giving you exactly what you know you want, deep down. You don't protest when they ask if they can stay and 'hang around' for a little while. You are not dumb enough to dismiss the way they check you out as you put away groceries. Like two dogs with treats being dangled in their face, their heads go back and forth to follow your every movement.

You sit in between them on the rather small couch, looking for something to watch as you try to ignore the tension that fills the room. Ejirou's arm rests comfortably behind you, Katsuki places a hand on your thigh. It's starting to feel like you're in some shitty porno.

You look at Kirishima. "Hey pretty girl" He chuckles, very aware of the situation which sits before him. You say the word, and he will be more than ready to make you see stars.

Turning back to Bakugo, you shake your head. "You done pouting?" You tease, running a nail down his clenched jaw. You go down to squeeze his hand which slowly inched up more and more, pressing your thighs together.

Shit. This is exactly why you'd been avoiding them completely. You knew if you got stuck in a room with any of the boys too long you'd go and do something you would regret. But it doesn't have to be so bad, they can keep a secret, you hope so at least.

"You promise you're not gonna tell anyone right?" You question, looking between the two men you want to climb. You swear they've gotten bigger since the last time you hooked up with them. "Cause' I seriously swore I wasn't gonna be doing this"

"Not gonna tell anyone princess" Bakugo reassures squeezing the fat of your thigh which sits dangerously close to the spot he has only fantasized about for these past few months.

"Yeah, I can keep a secret" Kirishima kisses your shoulder softly, tongue gently grazing the skin. Him you believe, you know sweet Eji is to be trusted. He's so patient with you, it's something you definitely missed.

Who could blame you for the downright wicked smile on your face as the two burly men begin to feel you up. Katsuki's hands immediately rubbing you through your shorts as Ejirou's find your tits. The blonde's rough, toothy kisses down your neck prove to be the complete opposite of the redhead's sweet sensual nips and sucks that make your eyes roll back. You let out soft moans, so drowned in attention that you have no idea which way to look first.

Although of course Bakugo is being selfish, grabbing your jaw and pulling you close to bring you in for a filthy kiss. Tongue battling yours as he groans for every little whimper you let out. He brings one of your hands to his throbbing erection. Painfully being contained by his shorts. He practically growls when you give a light squeeze. Then he pulls you away from his lips, turning your head back to big, beefy Kiri who even just the sight of can always make you feel some things. He's just so yummy in every way imaginable.

"Don't be mean baby, give Eji a kiss" Katsuki tuts, forcing you to kiss the other man who gleefully accepts. His kiss is just as passionate, as if he had been waiting months for it. Sucking and tugging at your bottom lip, tongue invading your mouth. "Touch him too" You almost forget about the hand teasing Katsuki through his shorts until the reminder to give his best friend that same love. Your free hand goes to grab his rock-hard length, he moans at the contact.

-Something about the way you switch off between them has the men going, taking turns in kissing you so impatiently. Every time your head goes back you are attacked by either set of lips, crying out at the wetness soaking through your panties. Your lips grow plump, saliva messily splayed about as you cannot decipher one from the other. All you can do is moan as Katsuki guides your head back to him, hissing as he kisses you like his life depends on it. You would whine once he pulls away if not for your face being shoved back to Ejirou who whimpers every time your lips meet. It is clear they are enjoying this dirty three way make out session just as much as you are. Although you'd like to take it a step further.

"Mm" You whine into Eji's mouth.

Receptive as ever, he pulls away. "What's wrong sweet girl?"

"Wanna kiss both of you" You pout, pecking his lips enticingly. "At the same time"

The men share a look. One of trust and understanding, I mean it isn't anything short of the shit they've done before. They get each other, no need to make it weird or uncomfortable. Besides, you're the one who begged them to keep this a secret so it's not like they have to worry about anyone finding out. Kirishima is the first to lean in, followed by Bakugo who only hesitates for a second until he feels both of your hot tongues flush against his. A groan comes from deep in his chest, maybe kissing your homie isn't so bad.

Both hands occupied with the two biggest dicks you've ever seen, life is good, you think. And things are about to get a whole lot better.

- It'll be hard to pretend you weren't arched over for Bakugo, hands on your hips as he pistons his hip into you. The angle, the curve of himself deep inside is enough to make you cry, like actually cry.

Or maybe it's Kirishima's big dick that can hardly fit in your mouth that's making you tear up. Every moan is choked out by his cock, he grabs your hair with one of his hands and moves you up and down, going along with the pace Katsuki has set.

- "Nasty fucking slut, huh?" Bakugo slaps your ass, you squeal around Kirishima.

Drool pools out of either side of your mouth, hefty balls smacking your chin with each thrust. Ejirou's stomach muscles tense up as he looks down at your absolutely ruined face. Shit, he's never seen a girl so fucked out before. You probably can't even talk. "Such a pretty girl" Kirishima gently caresses the hair out of your face, his soft touch the complete opposite of the pounding you receiving and the way he shoves his cock down your throat. "Pretty little mouth"

You pull off for only a second, gasping for air as the large man squeezes your cheeks. "Feel good baby?" Kirishima asks.

You cannot even provide an answer, gasping when Bakugo decides to grab you by both of your wrists and pin them behind your back. Had it not been for Kirishima, who cups your head in his hands so lovingly you would be falling face first into the cushion.

"He asked you somethin'" Katsuki warns and you whine, Kiri places a messy kiss on your lips.

"Mmm mm" You're a blubbering mess but the sweet look in Kiri's eye makes you want to speak. "Feels so good"

"Ohh yeahh sweet thing look how good you are for us" Kirishima coos, kissing you again.

- When it's Kirishima's turn to have you he slips in with ease, groaning loudly at the feeling of your slippery walls welcoming him. "So wet" He all but gasps as he bottoms out. "Bakugo got you all nice n' ready for me, huh?"

Again, you would answer if not for Katuski tugging your face down to suck him off. "Yeahh stretched her out real good for ya" He relaxes back into the couch, head lulling back to just breathe. Take full advantage of the way you guzzle him up, toes curling as he tries not to moan aloud when you begin to swirl your tongue around his tip. "Been waiting for this haven't you?"

He pulls you off of him, lips swollen, you squeeze your eyes shut as Kirishima begins to snap his hips into yours. Your walls being molded by the giant thing in between his legs. "Y-yes" You mutter but it's still not enough for Katsuki.

"You like when we treat you like this don't ya' crybaby? Just a pretty little toy for us to play with" You whine, squeezing your thighs together as his filthy words send waves throughout your body.

"Oh shittt, gonna cum" You warn and Bakugo laughs right in your face.

"Again? Kiri's dick that good?" He's teasing, pressing his face close enough that you can feel his breath but not enough to place a kiss on his lips like you so desperately crave. "Or you just like when I talk to you like a little slut?"

You try and grab one of Kirishima's hands that keep you in place, suddenly it's all getting to be too much for you. Attempting to move your hips up and away from him, he follows you instead, arching your back even further and begging to pound into you at a new angle. "Awww don't run from it. Eji just wants to make you feel good princess. Yer bein' rude" Katsuki tuts.

"No no" You shake your head that is currently being smushed into the armrest of the couch. Your tits pressed into Bakugo's lap as he watches you lose all sense of control in your body with an evil smile. "M'sorry Kiri. Ts' too much. So so big! Fuck!"

Maybe he should have fucked you first, you forgot about the absolute monster he was packing down there. Katsuki hooks his thumb into your mouth, looking up at Ejirou with wide eyes. They should have done this a long time ago. "You think she's done?"

Kirishima shakes his head, wiping his mouth as he realizes be is drooling as his pace does not falter. He can't find it in himself to stop, not with the way your pussy is choking him, not as he listens to your sinful moans. And especially not when his fat tip reached that squishy part deep inside that makes his whole body twitch. "She can take it" Kiri assures, one of his legs slides down to provide more support. Resting more of his weight on it he raises your hips slightly before slamming back into you. "M'nowhere near done with her"

Bakugo laughs, pressing his thumb down flat on your tongue that sticks out. "Hear that crybaby? Gonna be a longg night"

- It's safe to say that it took two days afterwards to be able to walk normally again.

And they keep their mouths shut, only share a knowing look later that week when Kaminari asks if anyone has heard from you.

"Nope" They say in unison, almost a bit too rehearsed. Sero and Kaminari ignore the sly smirks on either of their friend's faces. A plan of their own is in the works.

Hanta 'The One Who Talks You Through It' Sero....ft 'Reverse Cowgirl'!

-Hanta Sero has noticed the way you avoid him around campus these days. You even stopped responding to his lovely text messages that use to make your day. He asks his friends about it and Bakugo mentions something about you 'taking a break from hookups'.

No, this can't be. Not his favorite fuckbuddy! Something has to he done.

- He is patient with it, gives you all of about five days for your vow of celibacy before making a move. He invites you out to eat one night after class. You decline at first but he swears he won't try anything.

-So how the hell did you end up in his bed, Sero's tongue shoved down your throat as his experienced fingers play with your sopping pussy? The world may never know.

"Arghh" He groans into your mouth as he slips two fingers in, immediately setting an unforgiving pace—your juices splattering about. On this thighs, his abdomen. It drives him crazy. "Always so fucking wet for me"

You moan into his mouth, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"What happened to not fucking mamas?" He laughs right in your face, biting your bottom lip as he curls his fingers skillfully. By now, he knows all the right places to touch—a self proclaimed expert in all things involving your sweet little cunt. "You that easy to convince?"

"S-stop!" You choke out, trying to slap his hand away but he won't let you, of course not.

"Awww what's wrong? Am I embarrassing you?" He chuckles again, bringing his thumb up to press flat down on your clit. Your hips involuntarily buckle as a reaction, you start to slowly move them up and down—chasing that feeling.

Face hidden, you nod, but of course he brings your right back where you belong. Looking straight at him, swollen lips stuck in a pout as he toys with that squishy spot deep inside with his fingers. "Hanta! Fuckk!" You whine, shaking your head. Your legs twitch, hips try to run away but he follows you—not letting up.

"My pretty girl....you gonna squirt for me again? All over my fingers?" He leans in to speak into your ear, ignoring the burn in his forearms as he continues the impossibly fast pace. "Answer me"

You gasp as the knot in your stomach begins to unravel slowly. "Yes baby! M'gonna make a mess" You shake your head furiously.

He grins. He won. His other friends think you're off limits right now but here he kneels before you, fingers lost in your cunt as you whine and squeal for him. "And since daddy made you feel sooo good you gonna ride me after?" He coos. Fuck, you didn't even know he had a daddy kink before this, which is surprising given the amount of times the two of you have fucked.

"Yes daddy!" You squeal, finally coming undone.

He moans as you gush over his fingers, immediately going in for a kiss—not even caring that you are far too overstimulated in the moment to kiss back. There's just something about feeling you clamp down on his fingers, squirting all over them that he loves. He thinks it may be his favorite thing in the world. "Ahhh good girl. Let it alll out"

-You have no idea how you even have the willpower to ride him afterwards but you make do. One of his hands rests on your hip, the other gathers your hair into a ponytail.

And you ride, hips moving rhythmically up and down as the hand on your hip guides you. He watches your every movement, mouth agape as he cannot settle on where to look; your sexy back arched so pretty for him, your sweet face that looks back at him every now and then to make sure you're doing a good job, or your perfectly round ass which jiggles every time the two of your hips meet.

Safe to say his eyes are glued to your ass, he brings the hand on your hip to squeeze the flesh. He spanks you, uttering words of encouragement although the slaps are harsh—almost as if they were a punishment. Maybe they are.

"Look at your ridin' this fucking dick. So slutty baby my goddd" He is practically drooling at your figure, thrusting up every time you bottom out. And it makes you squeal every time. He gets so deep when he does that it almost hurts, tip pressing against your cervix in a way that feels bruising. He slaps! your ass again, hard and no mercy as the skin begins to turn red. It makes tears prick at your eyes. "Yeah thats what you fuckin get not answering my texts. Think you're too good for me?"

"N-no! Never" You shake your head, you swear. It's nothing personal, although all the boys seem to be taking it as so. "Was j-just taking a break" You stifle a sob, your legs are so tired. They ache, your ass stings, neck sore with the way it is unnaturally bent due to his harsh grip on your hair. His long curved dick hits deep inside, so deep that on some thrusts you feel as of you might faint. But you push through, every ounce of willpower in you at the ready because for some reason you cannot stand the thought of stopping now.

"Doesn't look like you're takin' a break right now" He chuckles, thumb going to swirl around your rim. “Goin’ dumb on this dick”

“Mmh mhh!” You whine, trying to reach back and stop his hand which pokes at your other hole.

- Soon he has your back pressed flush against his chest, sitting on top of him as his shallowly thrusts into you. You roll your hips back, tongues dancing together as one of his arms is wrapped around your throat keeping you in place.

He’s going to cum soon, you can tell by the way he moans loudly, legs twitching. He shakes his head side to side almost like he is in disbelief. “Oh shitohshitt pussy’s so good” He babbles, stupidly. It makes you smile.

“Cum for me baby” You plead, nails scratching against the stubble on his chin. “Be good for me, yeah? Gonna keep this a secret?”

Perhaps it was a bit messed up to wait until he was totally fucked out to promise he wouldn’t tell anyone. You knew you’d have to make it into a fun, sexy game of sorts if you wanted any chance of him shutting up. He’s a loudmouth, especially with Kaminari—you’re well aware they have no secrets between the two of them.

However, Hanta nods, toes curling as he reaches his peak. “Fuck! I promise mamas” And he kisses you again, passionate and sloppy as he shoots ropes into the condom. “I promise!”

Denki ‘The Munch’ Kaminari…..ft. ‘Facesitting’!

- Denki Kaminari, who is easily your closest friend out of the bunch. The two of you decided to meet up after the last day of classes to smoke and take a walk together. Like old times, when you would argue with your ex and turn your phone on airplane mode so he couldn’t track your location as you shared all of your life’s problems with a guy he most definitely hated. Those were such simpler times. -no amount of sex could ever ruin it.

“Holy fuck I’ve never been so stressed. My hair was starting to fall out” You huff, rubbing the bald spots you swear have formed. “I hope I passed”

“Course ya’ did” He passes the joint that is practically falling apart to you. Rolling was never his strong point. But the two of you deserve it after all that hard work. “I feel good right now” The blonde hums to himself amusedly, eyes low and crinkled due to the smile on his face.

“I’m trying to get like you” You muse, taking a longer puff than usual. “Y’look so peaceful”

“Bet I can make you feel even better” His fingers graze yours lightly as you pass the joint back.

“Oh no Denki! I already told you! I’m not doing that shit!”

“You really gonna make me beg for it?” He pouts, now that he knows you’re into all that submissive shit he uses it to his advantage. Like the little deviant he is, using your own weaknesses against you. Reaching the corner around your apartment he backs you up against the wall.

It is by your own volition of course, you could easily just walk away if you wanted to but if this whole situation has taught you anything it is that you are weak willed.

“Cause you know I will yn” He laughs, although both of you know he is not joking. You giggle, placing a hand on his shoulder, pulling him close but not enough to touch you. His hot breath hovers against yours and you take a hit, squishing either side of his cheeks to get him to open up his mouth a bit. Throwing the shitty joint to the ground, he wastes no time stepping on it, leaning into your touch. Slowly, you let the smoke out into his mouth.

Denki’s cock twitches to life beneath his jeans as he takes the hit directly from you-fighting the urge to whine aloud. Holding it in, he rests against the nape of your neck-softly tracing a line with his tongue. “C’mon baby….wanna be a good boy for you”

Shit. How are you ever supposed to say no to that?

“Wait!” You are snapped completely out of it, cheeks warming up. “I haven’t shaved!”

Denki laughs as if you just said the funniest thing he has ever heard. “I don’t care about that shit!”

- “Ohh Denki” You whimper, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw a bit of blood. “Fuckk Denki!”

Denki Kaminari smiles into your pussy. Your sweet moans of his name is all he needs to hear. He swears he can cum in his pants just by doing this but he’s not that pathetic-he swears. Although it may be hard to tell with the way his tongue flickers against your swollen clit. Going fast, then slow-pressing flat down, sucking. Shaking his head side to side as you rub against his needy face.

Hooking his arms around your hips, he pulls even more of your weight down on him. He wants to be smothered in you. He fucks you with his tongue, moaning unashamedly into you. The vibrations ripple all throughout your body, tingling and ears ringing.

You reach down to pull at his hair, an attempt to ground yourself. Any chance to steady your trembling legs, head thrown back as you are overtaken with nothing but pure bliss.

He whimpers, pulling away with a glistening face. “Keep saying my name” He begs, voice so weak and pathetic. He kisses up your thighs, sucking and biting as he pleases. “Please don’t stop”

- “W-when’d you get so mean?” Denki mewls from beneath you, your dripping pussy teasing his tip. “It’s not fair!”

You chuckle, hand wrapped loosely around his throat as you place a soft kiss on his forehead. “Just so pretty when you beg Denks” You coo, kissing just above his eyebrow, then at the side of his temple. “My whiny boy”

His adams apple bobs beneath your hand, breathing heavily. “M-m not whiny” His pink, dainty lip is stuck out into a pout. There must be something wrong with him, he is into this way too much. He wants to cry with how fucking hard he is. “Please baby…it hurts”

“What hurts handsome?”

“I need you” His hips jerk up, dick prodding at your entrance. “Need you so bad”

You run your hand down his sweaty chest, resting above his rapid heartbeat. He’s such a mess, he looks so delicious right now. You just wanna eat him alive. You sink down on him, so slow that it feels like his brain is melting.

“Ohhh god!” He whines, throwing his head back. “Thankyou thankyou!”

“You’re welcome sweet boy” You run a hand up his chest, pinching one of his nipples which emits a squeal from your blonde haired friend. “You’re my best friend y’know that? Love you Denks”

“Mhm” He nods, eyes stuck on your slippery pussy milking him for all he’s worth. “Yer my best friend too! Love you so much! Got the best pussy I’ve ever had!” He goes on, words growing incoherent as you bounce down on him even faster-harder.

“Open up” You order and immediately his tongue is sticking out, inviting your soft fingers to press down on his tongue. Going deeper and deeper until he gags. You feel his dick twitch inside you. “You like when I use you like this Denki?”

“Yes mommy!” The word just slips out, truly. His cheeks and chest turn red in embarrassment. “Need you closer please!”

His strong arms wrap around your neck, pulling you down as he lazily tries to meet your pace. Moaning and groaning directly into your ear. “Awww baby let’s keep your mouth full”

Guiding your tit into his mouth his knees buckle below you, immediately latching on to your sensitive nipple. And your hands pet his hair, tugging whenever you feel it’s necessary. His eyes are rolling back, tongue swirling the hardened bud of your nipple as you pull at his soft blonde locks, pussy wrapped around him like a vice. He never wants to leave, wishes you would just fuck him until he can’t even get out of this damn bed anymore. Bringing his hands up he squishes both of your tits together, giving him the freedom to suck on whichever one he pleases. He goes back and forth, one to the other as he just feels so lucky to be smothered in some pretty titties. “S-so good mommy! Fuck! Gonna cum. Let me cum inside please!”

“Aww Denki baby got such good manners. Asking me to cum, huh?” He nods pitifully, still smothered by your chest. “Being a good boy for me?”

He comes off your nipple with a ‘pop!’, large submissive puppy eyes looking up at you. “M-always a good boy for you yn! Always! I’d do whatever you want me to!”

You giggle, pussy squeezing him in the same rhythm as your laughter. “Tell me who’s a good boy” You tease.

Yet, he is anything short of eager to answer. “I am I am!” Thrusting up into you haphazardly, chasing his upcoming release that will certainly wreck his entire body. “Wanna be your whiny pathetic boy forever!”

You slap his cheek lightly, purposefully squeezing around him as you decide to let up on him finally. He has been so good for you after all. “Yeah go ahead and cum for me sweet boy….let it all out”

His orgasm eats him alive, muscles contracting and tightening as he comes undone. Messy blonde tufts of hair stuck to his head, tongue lulled out and drooling. Eyes scrunched shut in pure pleasure. He may have needed this more than you did. And he just has to remind you, his sweet girl best friend one more time.

“I love you yn! I love you!”

- So who wins? In your eyes they are all winners, but the boys don’t see it that way. For some reason they need that validation, crave it as if it’s their favorite meal. They need to know who is the best, even if you have sworn off sex for the time being.

Well that’s what they believe at least, that you are only fucking them at the moment. That they would be your exception because what you guys have is just so special!

Who can blame you when they begin to connect the dots? Acting as if they are all above one another, arguing at every chance they get. All strewn about Bakugo and Kirishima’s couch they bicker—on the subject of you.

“You wish you were her favorite! I’ve been friends with her since way before any of you assholes came around!” Kaminari laughs, scrolling on his phone mindlessly because he knows he is the winner. He’s your good boy! There’s no beating that!

Bakugo’s arms are crossed, a judgmental eyebrow raised as if he cannot believe the words coming from Denki’s mouth. “Yeah whatever, you should all be thanking me. If I never would’ve fucked her in the first place none of you would’ve had a chance!”

“That’s not true” Kirishima argues. “She’d been eyefucking me for months”

“You think everyone eye fucks you!” Hanta laughs, putting his phone down as he finally decides to give in to the conversation. “You swore Ashido was tryna fuck the first time you met her!”

The red haired man laughs in remembrance. “Who knows? Could still happen” The boys laugh, he’s completely delusional if he thinks he has a chance at that. “Never give up hope man. It’s what my mom says”

“Good luck with that” Katsuki grumbles, checking his phone to see if you texted back. You haven’t of course.

“You guys are all idiots. I’m her favorite. Made her squirt who knows how many times” Sero shrugs nonchalantly, sending you a random post in instagram in the hopes of reminding you that he still exists and would very much like to see you again. “Make a chick squirt the first time you hook up and she’ll fall in love with you”

“How’s that workin’ out for you?” Denki muses, sending an invite for cup pong to your number. “She in love yet?”

“We’re talking about the same girl that begged me to cum inside her…just remember that” Bakugo grimaces, a bit jealous as he realizes he has yet to make you squirt yet. All the more reason to pay you a visit soon.

“Whatever. I fucked her in a hot tub. I win” Ejirou shrugs, getting up to go grab his phone charger.

“No, I win! She loooves me! I’m her good boy, remember?” Kaminari snickers. “You guys use her n’ abuse her but I let her have fun and make it all about her. You should try it some time, bet you’ll probably like it”

Sero and Bakugo meet eyes, considering the thought for a moment before making a decision. “No thanks” They say in unison.

The arguing continues, when Kirishima comes back he finds things have grown a bit heated. The name calling has begun, he knows what that means.

“Pussywhipped!”

“Sore loser!”

“Mommy’s Boy!”

“Fuckin’ dumbass!”

“Wait!” Bakugo stops to think, imagining the sight of you all arched and pretty for him with Eji’s fat cock in your mouth. It’s a sight he will never forget. “I know why we’re bein’ cocky assholes, why are you?”

The room fills with silence, wheels turning in all of the men’s heads. Sero imagines you above him, his hand wrapped around your throat as you made him promise not to tell anyone about that time.

And Kaminari remembers the way the two of you cuddled after last time, passing his vape back and forth as you laid on his chest, pinky-swearing that this particular time would stay between the two of you.

“Oh shit!”

- “What the hell are you talking about?” You groan. You had work today, you’re tired. You literally just put your pajamas on and got all comfy in bed. The boys certainly noticed the thin shirt which leaves little to the imagination, you were just trying to be comfortable. But of course they make everything about them.

“Just tell us who your favorite is n’ you can get to bed” Bakugo grumbles.

“Oh my godd” You sigh, pinching the sides of your forehead. “Guys are so weird”

“You owe it to us! You lied and said you weren’t fucking anyone!” Kaminari complains.

“I wasn’t!”

“Except for all of us” Sero says, to which Kirishima nods in agreement.

“Oh whatever! Made you feel special, didn’t I?”

They look at you with what must be hurt on their faces. You want to laugh although you don’t think that would be appropriate at a time like this. In this moment, you feel like a guy. A slutty guy that uses women to his advantage and never calls them again.

No one wants to be that guy. So you sigh, finally ready to mutter an apology. “Okay…sorry guys. Really, I’m sorry I lied to you I just didn’t think it would happen again. Guess I wasn’t thinking about your feelings which is really fucked up of me to do”

They nod, accepting that answer but still craving more. “And?”

“Andddd…..” That was all you had to say, trailing off as you try to come up with anything off the top of your head. “You all have your own traits that I really enjoy. No one is better than the other, kay? Love all my boys equally”

Katsuki scoffs at that cop out of an answer, very obviously unsatisfied.

“So let’s just all kiss and make up, yeah?” You tease, trying to lighten the mood. You poke Katuski’s bicep, aware that he is left displeased with what you have to say.

Kaminari, having no shame whatsoever places a fat kiss on your lips for them all to see. He is your best friend after all. He has the right. “I forgive you yn! And I respect it, your heart’s just so big that there’s enough of it to go around” Well that’s surely a nice way to put it. He follows by dapping you up, adding that extra little spin to the handshake the two of you came up with years ago before walking away.

Sero decides he has no shame either, I mean they’re all aware of the situation before them. No point in playing coy now. “Alright mamas don’t give us an answer” He shrugs, hugging you tight before speaking low enough into your ear that no one else can hear. “I know the truth” He shoots you a wink, placing a peck on your lips before heading back.

Well, you definitely weren’t expecting this to be the end of your night. Looking up at the two large men in front of you, you sigh. They may be big, but they are definitely more sensitive that their much more nonchalant friends. You figure they need that extra bit of love.

“Aw come onnn. Don’t be like that Kiri” You pout as he refuses to meet your gaze. “Y’know you two are special to me”

Katsuki grumbles. “Not special enough”

“C’mere big boy” You beckon Ejirou over and maybe he’s pathetic for listening, but he does as he’s told. “Look at me”

He looks down, brows furrowed in distaste. Like a big pouty puppy you desperately want to kiss. “Don’t wanna hurt your friend’s feelings do you?”

“…..no” He sighs, and you smile, gently cupping his face with your hand.

“Course not. You’re a softie huh?” He nods softly, unable to help the grin on his face as you stand on your tiptoes to press your lips against his. “Ts’ my favorite thing about you. You’re sooo sweet Eji”

He blushes, finally satisfied with the compliment you gave him. They just needed a bit of praise is all—you were neglecting your boys! “Thanks pretty mama” He mumbles against your lip, giving you one more kiss before heading inside.

Katsuki whistles as he watches his last friend walk into the apartment. You’re talented, he’ll give you that. “Master manipulation at its finest. How do you sleep at night?” He chides although the smirk on his face proves he is just as amused as you are by all this.

“With no undies and a big fluffy blanket!” You chuckle and he steps closer, immediately going for the waistband of your shorts to see if you’re lying or not.

He lets out a disappointed ‘tch’ when he realizes you are wearing panties. “Still lyin’ to me”

“I was kidding”

“Mhm” He nods, eyeing you up and down like a piece of candy. “Gonna let me come over tonight or what?”

“Was just trying to sleep actually”

“Come onnn…do it for your favorite, yeah?” He flashes that irresistible smile that makes your knees weak. Curse his impossibly good looks, makes him way too hard to resist.

“I told you I have no favorites!”

He lets out another ‘tch’, stepping forward and wrapping an arm around you to grab a handful of ass. “Thought you were just saying that to make the other guys feel better. C’mon doll I treat you better than the rest of em”

“Mmm I dunno…you’re pretty mean” You wrap your arms around his neck.

“You like that shit” He goes in for a kiss, you lean in only for him to pull back at the last second—proving your point. “Makes yer’ pussy all wet”

You whine, thighs squeezing together as the evidence is there right before his eyes. Finally, he kisses you, not allowing you entrance into his mouth when you ask for it by licking his bottom lip. “Nuh uhh” He shakes his head. “You don’t deserve to have my tongue in your mouth”

You groan, pulling at his shoulder but he doesn’t move a muscle. “What’s wrong slut? Those other kisses weren’t enough for you? Greedy lips need more?”

You sigh impatiently, tugging at the collar of his shirt. Looking down at the ground, you think of anything to keep him happy. “I’ll leave the door unlocked. Come over later, kay?”

You both share equally evil grins. It’s a win-win situation really.

“Yes ma’am”

[dworkism]

𓆜⋆˚࿔  — sweet creature

humans were told to be dangerous and evil! Yet you couldn't bring yourself to believe that, not when this one was so kind to you.

pairings : pirate!eijiro k. x mermaid!reader

genre : fluff

warnings : reader uses simplified language (example: "Eijiro want gift?" or "I bring gift!" MIGHT SOUND CRINGE IDK IM SORYYYYYY, pirate slangs used (a lot), reader is EXPLICITLY said to be female.

➤ masterlist!

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The sea is vast. 

An immense home to mysteries yet to be unfolded. Depths of stories to be told, and songs to be sung. Yet other than that, the sea is brutal. Jaws ready to clench down on whoever shall puff up their chests and voyage upon it. Even more so, beyond all its mysteries and horrors, the great blue held beauties inside it.

One of them, was you. Your kind. Mermaids.

Folk of the water roaming the vast seven seas, keeping the ocean lively and chattering. Most of it was probably you. You could never seem to satisfy the itch in your tail to swim, swim, and swim—exploring every crook and cranny of the coral reefs, poking your head at every cave just to be chased out by a shark or an electric eel. Yet one goal in your mind was to collect; collect those trinkets which sometimes seem to descend from heaven above.

Sometimes a ring, sometimes a bigger ring, large enough to fit through your wrist, other times, it was smaller, weird-shaped, yet not less beautiful. Maybe this was the way gods provide you, yet you’re unsure. Just to be safe–and to admire them, you keep these findings safely in your small den of treasure. A sanctuary you had made for these glimmering and shimmering things to be praised upon. 

Humans are what your kind calls them. 

Those peculiar creatures on the land above, somehow surviving without water filling up their air. You wonder how it feels up there, is it… not water-y? It’s strange! Do they not want to move faster? Why do they have to move that way? 

Clumsy little creatures, you find yourself giggling at their silly movements. So slow, so adorable. Maybe you could teach them to swim. Sometimes you wonder—why do your elders always call them so…

Dangerous.

Your thoughts could never go peacefully—sometimes a fish would run into you to interrupt it, or sometimes a fellow mer-folk needed your help in harvesting the ripe seaweeds. 

This time, a small pebble had hit your head.

Plink!

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“That–blige sucking buccaneer! I can ne’er catch a break!! What’re ya s’posed to do?! Throw away the whole ship?!” The boy grumbled, his eyes narrowed in frustration as his arms flailed forward to throw a small rock he had found.

“Why am I always at the blame?! He’s always speakin’ like he’s an old salt! We’re the same age, damnit!” He threw another rock, letting out a huff as his chin dug to his knees. 

Plunk! Thunk!

At first the red haired didn’t notice it, kept his mouth rambling about the ship’s captain which he found oh-so frustrating, until–

Plunk! 

“Ow—hey!!” His head darted to the back, yet finding no one.

“...What the..?” He muttered, softly now as if embarrassed for being angry at the air.

Then he continued, deciding to ignore the rock thrown to his head just now. His gaze met the water again, pouting as he picked up another rock.

“Can’t believe m’ stuck with em,”

He throws another one,

“if only a half decent job was here, I’d drag my ass out of this—!”

Then another one,

Plunk!

“Hey!!” Shooting up to his feet, he pointed to the ocean in anger. “Stop doin’ that, will ya?!”

But then a tail flicked up again, throwing back a pebble, this time hitting his chest. And now he was frozen in horror.

Eijiro was nothing but experienced. Three years of voyaging the sea, he’s seen almost all—fishes, birds, bird-fishes, but not this. 

The tail was different, a large fish would be one thing but this? It was no fish. Not with those pair of curious eyes eyeing him from below the surface, grinning like he was the funniest thing in the world.

Without a second to hesitate, his first choice was to shout–yell, ducking down and scurrying his fingers as he found another larger rock, throwing it to the creature in fear, hoping that it’ll go away.

“Demon! Blasted—sea witch!!” He flailed his arm, his knees grew weak as he crawled back, a hand dragging him away from the dock while his other hand kept desperately throwing rocks, even grabbing handfuls of sand to the ocean.

“Get away!! Away, I say!!”

☄. *. ⋆

Is this why they say they’re dangerous?

You giggled softly, raising yourself up the dock while your hands propped up as you peeked your head up, smiling to the human. Your claws gripped tight to the wood as you waved a hand to him, at least that’s how you see them greet each other.

Goodness, he was so loud! It’s so amusing to see him shout around like that—was he trying to say hello? Perhaps you should shout back? 

You opened your mouth, grinning as you shouted back, mimicking his sound. 

Yet the color from his face just seemed to drain completely.

He spoke again, his hands came together as he knelt down to the ground. He’s funny, you like him. Why was he frowning? As much as you know—when your sister was frowning it meant she was sad, distressed. Did you do that to him? Goodness, that’s not right…

So you dug back down, splashing into the water while your eyes already trained to the direction you knew too well, to your den—the shrine of where you kept all your treasures. Maybe if he sees something so shiny and beautiful, he shall smile again! Yes, yes, you shall pick for him a gift!

Your fingers scattered on each tip of your glistening objects, then your eyes found the perfect one—a small, yet long, and shining, sharp ends, it reminded you of his teeth. Peculiar human, his teeth looked like a shark’s! 

With a wide smile, you pridefully swam back with the treasure in your hands, surely he would love this, and cherish it! Your tail swished rapidly, until you found the same dock again, towering over the surface as you peaked your head out the water again, finding him curiously calling upon the water.

You reached out a hand, softly tapping on his shoulder.

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“Gah–!!”

Eijiro threw himself back as the small yet sharp tap landed on his shoulder, his eyes darting from the creature’s face to her hand, still outstretched to him. Then it—she..?—smiled, grinning ear to ear as she lifted up a small fork, pointing to it while her eyes flickered from him to the fork.

“D-don’t eat me!! Please!!” He yelped, covering his face with his hands.

Then he heard a huff, some of that frustrated, disappointed huff as the creature placed down the fork, pointing to it with a small pout on her face, mumbling wordless noises as she pushed it to him, as if urging him to take it. 

His hands slowly lowered, gaze turning to that of curiosity. “...For…me..?” He pointed to himself, face twisted into confusion.

Then she whined, throwing her arms up as she nodded, her finger pointing to him.

“...A fork…?” He chuckled, amusement filling up his voice. “You gave me…a fork?”

Then she nodded, still furrowing her brows in determination. “Fork, fork!!” Her finger still jabbing to the metallic object on the wood. “Fork!”

His lips finally curved up to a smile, chuckling again as he picked up the fork, “For me?” He asked, pointing to himself.

“Mm! Me!” She insisted, pointing to him as she nodded fervently, her eyes beamed with hope. “Me, me!!”

Eijiro chuckled, “No, not like that,” softly shaking his head as he slowly took her hand, though hesitating. He guided her finger to his chest, “Me,” then to herself, “You.”

“...Woo..?” 

“No, silly, you,” He grinned, pointing to his mouth. “I’m Eijiro, you are…?”

“...Ah..?” She tilted her head, brows stitched back together in confusion. “E..row…?”

“Ei-ji-rou,” 

Her fingers flew to her lips, touching them as if trying to mimic his movement. “Ee..jirou..?”

“Yes!! Yer gettin’ it!” He beamed up, nodding as he laughed in pride. “What’s your name?”

“...Yoo.. Eejirou,”

“Me…?” 

“No, dummy,” Eijiro snickered, guiding her hand back to his chest. “Me, Eijiro. And you are…”

“Oh!”

She placed a finger on his chest “Eijiro,” then to herself, “Y/n!” Her grin was wider now, throwing her arms up in celebration as she twirled in the water, tail swishing up and down as she cheered.

“Eijiro! Y/n!!”

He chuckled softly, shifting himself to prop his arm up on his knee—his previous complainings forgotten so suddenly. Eijiro’s face bloomed a smile as he admired the silverware given by the strange creature, the surface reflecting back the orange hue of sunset. “Aye, Eijiro and y/n.” He hummed softly, drifting his gaze to the rejoicing new friend he had made.

☄. *. ⋆

The next evening there it was again, a fork. Bigger this time, seemed newer too. As the dock creaked softly under his steps, Eijiro chuckled while he bent down to pick up the fork, only to be met with a small splash to his face and the sound of a sweet giggle.

“Eijiro!” You called out, smiling at his shocked face twisting into a playful grin. “Fork! You!” You chimed up, a pride look sitting in your eyes as you swam closer. 

“Aye,” He snickered, lowering himself down to sit on the edge of the dock, letting his feet hang down to the water. “It’s big this time,” Lifting up the fork to the setting sun, he turned it slightly, admiring it. “Big, lassie. Big” He repeated, grinning to you.

“Big?” Tilting your head, you furrowed your brows. “Big.. fork?” 

“Yes,” He chuckled as he nodded. “Big fork, indeed.”

☄. *. ⋆

Waves brought many gifts upon the world, sometimes it was a small clump of corals, or sometimes bringing back what may have been lost. And so did you—you brought many gifts to Eijiro, a strange human whom you’ve made to smile. Nights you’ve spent with him by that same dock as he rambled on and you would nod as if you understood his words, yet you slowly did. You knew he was a pirate, whatever that was. He says he sails the seas, and that he likes to eat fish. You learned the word friend. That’s what he called you and other humans he knew.

One night, you returned again to the dock. Your heart thrummed with excitement with this gift. It’s the most-amazing-great-good one yet! A pearl cradled softly between your fingers as you clutched your hand tightly to your chest, pushing your tail a strong current to push you forward to that dock, where you could already see his feet hanging down to the water.

“Eijiro!” You piped up, beaming up from the water. “Gift, again! For you!!” Lifting the pearl up in the air, you swung it to his face as you shook it in front of him, which he chuckled softly in response. “What is that?” He asked, opening his palm for you.

“Uh…Ball!” You nodded, placing the delicate pearl to his grasp. “Shining ball!” 

He froze as he eyed the small imperfect sphere, the moonlight danced upon the surface like rainbows. He breathed out a small huff of admiration, “...What..?” 

“Oh no… Eijiro… don’t like..?”

“What?” He shot up, waving his hand around. “No, no! I like it, I love this, y/n”

“It’s a true beauty, lass. Thanks,” He smiled.

“Welcome,” You replied, propping yourself up the dock as you looked up at him. 

“Where’d ya learn that one?”

With a proud smile, you pointed to him again. “Eijiro!”

☄. *. ⋆

“Hail up the sails, Eijiro!!” Katsuki’s voice commanded gruffly, his hand busy with sharpening a small dagger to a stone.

“Aye!” He answered, rope already tight to his hands, the familiar dull pain of the small shreds of the material digging into his skin as he pulled the rope with a grunt. For a brief second as he pulled the rope, his eyes caught a glimpse of the dock, empty and no one there unlike the previous night. His gaze fell to the small pocket in his pants, tucked away inside was the small pearl he had received. His grip loosens.

“Eijiro!! Don’t ya try to run a rig!!” Katsuki scolded. 

“Aye, captain, apologies.” He mumbled, tightening his grip again.

☄. *. ⋆

The winds of the sea had never felt so familiar. As much as he said he hated being a pirate, he loved the sea. The seagulls whined by the air as the ship swerved through, the air slicing through the cracks of his fingers, thrumming by his ear as it blew by. The crew sang songs while they jumped around the deck, and he could only chuckle as he leaned against the wooden railings.

“Splice the mainbrace!” Denki chimed through, lifting up a glass of rum, its contents spilling over slightly as he did. “Eijiro, come join us!!”

“Now,” He smiled, “Careful, Den—don’t wanna be three sheets to the wind,” 

Splish! Splash!

At first he didn’t notice it—the splashing noise beneath the ship’s smooth swerves. 

Splish! Splash!

With the same smile he looked at Denki with, he flew his gaze to the water.

What in the…

Is that—... her tail…?

“Eijiro!!” Your sweet voice chimed.

His eyes widened, gripping the railings as he leaned down, trying to whisper-scream to you as best as he could, a finger over his lips. “Lass, ya can’t be out ‘ere!” He hissed, eyes darting back and forth from the crew to you. “Go away! Yer shark bait here!!” His hand waved away, pleading you to go and swim back.

“No, no!! I give you, a gift!” You smiled proudly, lifting up a small clam’s shell in your hand.

“I—that’s nice, y/n, but ya can’t be out here! Go!! Please!”

Then suddenly, Denki’s voice chimed behind him. “Woo!!” He laughed, slinging a drunken arm around the panicking boy. 

“Eijiro found treasure!! Sea maiden, hoo!”

The crew scurried to the railings, whooping as they spotted your confused form still lifting up the clam shell. Eijiro’s eyes silently pleaded for you to go away while you had the chance, yet it was too late—not when Katsuki’s heavy steps came behind him.

Katsuki’s laugh rang through the air as he whooped, “Bring her up!! She’s worth gold, she is!!” He guffawed, shaking Eijiro with pride. “Bird’s eye, you’ve got, Eijiro!!”

“Wait—no, she’s not–!!”

“Hanta! Net!! The heavy one, that be!!” He commanded, pointing to the boy smiling widely near the ship’s stairs.

“Aye, captain!!” Hanta answered eagerly, saluting as he ran off to the ship’s hold.

“y/n, go!! Now, lass!! Please!!”

You froze, your smile stiffening as you saw the concern etched on his face. Your hand slowly lowered your gift, and before you could speak up again, the cheer of the crew and the shadow of a net descended upon you.

SNATCH! 

What abomination was this? Every angle you looked at, there was no escape! 

Your hands desperately clawed, chewed on the ropes, yet they were as good as steel. 

Your tail hurts. Oh they hurt so badly, the metal scraps on the ropes sliced through your scales like small knives, to your shoulder, your back, everywhere. 

A cry out of pain rang through the air, cheered on by the crew as they slowly lifted up your helpless form, heaving from your helpless attempts.

“Stop! Please!!” Eijiro’s voice shot through the cheer, yet unheard of. Hands slowly descended you onto the deck, sneering smiles lowering down upon you, and your eyes found him in betrayal.

“...Eijiro..?” You whimpered.

And yet he stayed still.

He… stayed… still! 

Oh the irony. You’ve brought him many gifts, told him many tales, and shall this be how a friend treats the other? Your frown deepens as the crew slowly untangles you off the net. 

“Get her into a barrel! I want her alive when we sell her off!! We’re feastin’ tomorrow, lads!!” Katsuki cheered, hugging Eijiro by his shoulder while the boy stayed silent. “You lucky bastard!!” He guffawed, slapping him by his side. “Capture us more of these fortunes, huh?” 

Eijiro’s shoulder grew rigid. His jaw clenched as he watched the crew descend you into the ship’s hold.

☄. *. ⋆

That night the stars heard of the crew’s cheer and songs. Harmonica echoed through the air as drunken rejoicing rang to the skies. And yet, between Denki’s drunken dance upon the deck, Mina’s loud and ringing laugh, and Jirou’s cheerful harmonica plowing with songs, Eijiro sat by, throwing a small laugh at every joke, yet his eyes seemed distant from them all.

“What’re we doin’ tonight, lads?!” Hanta roared a smile, lifting up a chug of rum to the air as his foot landed on a barrel’s top.

“Feast!! We’re rich tonight!!” Mina cheered.

He’s had enough.

With a slap of his knees, Eijiro shot up to his feet, slyly making his way to the ship’s hold, where the sound of water from the ocean felt near, and the sound of your cries reached his ears.

Down by a corner there you sat, bare backed turned to him, your shoulders jolting at every sob and breath you let by. You had the clam in your clasp, thumb running over it gently as if mourning what’s lost. 

You were mourning, a friendship lost.

Perhaps this is why your elders say they were dangerous after all.

“y/n,” He croaked, the wood boards beneath his feet creaking as he stepped closer. “I—I didn’t mean for this to happen, lass. Truth, I tell ya,” His voice was quiet, careful. 

You stayed silent, breathing silently as you ran your thumb across the small dent of the clam shell again.

“I’m sorry, y/n… I—I told them not to—”

“You don’t help, Eijiro.” 

“...You stay, you let them.”

Eijiro’s mouth parted to speak, yet no words came by or even flashed through his mind.

“You’re not a friend, Eijiro.” You, with all your imperfect words, spat venom. “You’re enemy, danger.”

Then you finally turned to him, your eyes dry from your tears, face bruised and messed up from the haste of the crew. They held nothing that he wanted, not that glistening excitement, not that wide cheer he’s witnessed every time you learned a new word, not that shine of hope he always found in your eyes—nothing. 

Betrayal shot through your eyes like wind through his hair this morning. 

“I—I’ll fix this, y/n, please I–”

“No,” You muttered.

“Go away,”

“Enemy.” Your voice was hoarse, a reward from crying day to night, while your hand gripped tighter on the clam, before you slid it across the wood to his way.

“Gift, now go.”

☄. *. ⋆

The night had fallen quiet, snores now caressed the cold air as the drunken crew lay asleep by the deck. Rum spilled all over the ship, yet no one cared to mop. Eijiro’s eyes lay awake as he stared to the sky, heart drumming against his chest while his eyes kept flickering to the stairs that descended to the ship’s lower level. 

He’s sick of it. Sick of the feeling clawing at his chest like a beast. So he sat up, stumbling over crew members as he slowly made his way down, where you still sat there, the clam still sitting right where you had slid it across. 

“...I’m sorry,” He whispered, kneeling down as he gently picked up the shell. 

“I was not a good friend, lass.” 

“Bad.” You muttered back.

“Yes, bad friend.” He smiled, a hand slowly reaching out to turn your chin to face him. “C’mere, lemme see what those scallywags did to ya,” 

His fingers were warm across your beaten up skin, your eyes lingered to the ground before you reluctantly looked at him, a pout still present on your face. 

He winced, “Those dogs,”

“They did ya rough, hm?” His thumb brushed gently across a bruise, earning a small whimper from you. “Sorry,” He muttered back.

A small pause fell upon the two of you while you stared at his dimly lit face, and he stared at yours.

Then his fist clenched, his brows furrowed as he pressed his lips to a thin line.

“I’m carryin’ you out, lass.” 

Arose, he did. “I’m carryin’ you out.” He nodded, convincing himself as he lowered himself to you, a hand slipping beneath your tail while the other hoisted behind your shoulders. His touch was careful, cautious and fearful as if you were as fragile as a flower. 

Slowly, the ship creaked as he stepped through, your tail dripping water as he tiptoed his way between his sleeping mates. Eijiro’s jaw was clenched at every small noise he had made. Afraid that he’d woken up his crew, or worse—his captain.

Just a little more, a little further to the edge, then he sat you down by the railing.

“Go, lass.” He whispered, hands gently keeping you in place by your shoulders.

“I’ll meet ya again by the docks, savvy?” His voice was soft, gentle, assuring.

“But—”

“I’ll meet ya again, y/n I—”

With a yank, a hand pulled Eijiro’s collar from behind. “Now, lass.” He smiled, pushing you off the railings before you could even reply.

“No!!! You— you dog!!!” Katsuki roared, letting go of his collar as he stared into the water, at the tail now swishing further away from the ship. “You traitor!! We needed that money, Eijiro!!” 

With a frustrated grunt, Katsuki pushed himself off the railing, his breath heavy as he pointed a finger to Eijiro, “You— damn it!!!” Harshly, he yanked Eijiro by the collar again, forehead to forehead.

“Why the hell did you do that, huh!?” Katsuki seethed through his teeth, hot breath fanning to Eijiro’s neck, grabbing the collar tighter. With a snarl, he shook the boy. “Why?!”

“Ya did all that for what, lad? Huh?!”

“Just to please her pretty face and sweet words?! I swear—I’ll sink you down to the sharks, Eijiro.” 

Finally, he let up. Letting Eijiro down on his feet again as he let go of his collar. A spit landed on Eijiro’s shoe, followed by Katsuki’s gruff muttering, “I’ll flog you off in the mornin’, just you wait.”

A small silence fell before Eijiro spoke up, his tone dark yet brave. 

“I’ll flog you off harder.”

Katsuki paused in his steps. Then turned on his heel, a finger sharply pointing to him. “Don’t test me, Eijiro.”

“Oh, shiver me timbers!! Ya’ve done worse, Katsuki!!” Eijiro shouted, throwing his hands up in anger. 

“Eijirou,” He threatened, stepping closer. 

Then the red one stepped closer too, a scowl as deep as the ocean. 

Chest to chest. It used to be a form of celebration between the two, yet now, with scowls carved into the curves and crooks of their faces, it was war. 

Eijiro pressed closer. “I’ll test ya, Kats.”

“I’d rather be fish food than be a coward.” Sneer Eijiro, his mouth twitched up to a small smirk as he pushed Katsuki hard.

The blond huffed, wiping his thumb beneath his nose as he turned away. 

"I’ll punch yer face off. Pray that yer spine’s as strong as yer mouth.”

☄. *. ⋆

The sea hugged your skin again, caressing the small scars on your tail, your shoulders, your face—it kissed you like it always did.

Down beneath all the gurgles of the ocean, his voice echoed in your head—something you kind of understood.

“I’ll meet ya again by the docks, savvy?”

Your hands clasped around the clam again, its shell now warm from how much you’ve gripped it. Brows furrowing from confusion as you rose your head to the surface again, one last look of him, another voice was there.

It sounded like when you first met him—shouting. 

So you swam back, back to where you used to always see him, back to where you learned those words, back to where it all began; the docks.

☄. *. ⋆

The sun kissed his face like a bastard. The cuts on his cheek and his lips felt raw under the heat. His fists felt raw, hot from all the punches he’s thrown. The pain on his stomach didn’t go dull as well, it still pinched him by the side sharply. 

Katsuki didn’t look any better, nose bleeding with thick blood down to his lip, an eye half shut, swollen like a plum. 

Eijiro scoffed with pride, his breath heavy as he shook his hands, not turning his face away from the gaze of the crew. 

“If yer still gonna be yappin’ off my ear, I’ll flog you off again, red.” Katsuki spat, wiping his nose as he straightened up his back. 

He stood tall, flexing his shoulders off as he cracked his knuckles. “Still didn’t regret nothin’.” A smirk played on Eijiro’s lips as he said that, his teeth seeped red from his gums. 

“Idiot, that’s what ye are! Throwin’ off gold like it didn’t cost nothin’!!” Katsuki growled, jabbing his finger to Eijiro’s chest. 

“Gold don’t talk and cry, Kats!!” He roared back, shoving Katsuki’s chest harshly to the ground. “Ya can’t just kill off a soul like that!! We’re pirates, we ain’t killers!!”

“We’re pirates,” Katsuki echoed his words, quieter now. “We ain’t saints either, Eijiro.”

“Damn right we’re not,” Eijiro growled, stepping forward, he towered over him. “But there’s a line, Kats. There’s always been a line.”

The blond huffed, throwing his face away from Eijiro’s glare while his own eyes filled with something other than anger, something remorseful. He stood up, pushing past Eijiro, his steps heavy as he trudged through the wooden planks. “Whatever, set course for home.” 

The crew stayed silent, everyone still held their breaths from their captain and crew fist to fist since morning. 

“Oi!! Hear me or not?!” He growled past his shoulder.

“A-..Aye, capt!!”

☄. *. ⋆

It had been two long days where you clutched the clam shell close to your heart, and not swam far from the docks. You waited for the same set of feet to dangle by in the water, or the same spiky-haired shadow to loom over you as you swam to the surface, yet he did not show. 

“Frieeendd,” You drawled, groaning softly to the night air as you leaned your head to the dock’s soft wooden edges.

With a huff, you pushed yourself back into the water, splashing your tail softly to turn away from the water.

“Lass,” His hoarse voice called, tugging between a smile and a cough. While the sounds of his shoes dragged across the sand by his feet. 

“E-..Eijiro? Eijiro!!” You beamed, smiling widely as you flapped your tail onto the water.

You waved your hand to him, drumming the dock as you giggled. 

“Aye, the one n’ only,” He chuckled, broken and bruised. His legs stumbled as he slowly lowered himself down, groaning as his hand clutched to his stomach.

“You stayed, y/n.” He softly smiled. 

Nodding, you smiled at him as your hand lifted the clam shell up. “Eijiro say.. come back,” 

“So I wait,” 

“I wait for.. friend.”

His grin grew, a breath of laugh passed through his lips as he gazed at you with tenderness. “We’re still friends?”

“Mhm!” You nodded. 

“You, keep this,” You insisted, taking his hand to place the clam shell in it. 

His smile passed to his eyes, “Thank you, lassie.”

“I love it,” He softly hummed, thumb brushing across the shell gently like it’s a treasure.

“Eijiro like? I have… uh… more! Yes, I have more!” You turned yourself to dip into the water, only for his hand to softly grip your wrist.

“No, no,”

“Stay, let’s uh… let’s just.. talk, hm?”

Your soft giggle rang through the air as you nodded, leaning your head down to the dock again as you looked up at him. A hand reached out to his bruised face. “You… uh…”

“What is… uh… oh, hurt! Yes, you… you’re hurt,”

He chuckled, ever the slightest, his face inched closer to your hand. “Aye, I did. Just a scrap.”

“Scrap?”

“Mhm, just… small hurt,” He smiled, simplifying his words.

“Careful,” You mumbled, your finger still slowly tracing his bruise.

With a nod, he responded. “I will, lass. I was fightin’ for ya, y’know?”

“For my friend.”

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[joachimz]

ao’nung is frustrated.

at least, that’s what you’ve deduced from watching him sharpen his knife for the past ten minutes straight. if he keeps going, it might get as thin as a wish bone; threatening to snap at the slightest bit of pressure. as much as you’d find amusement in the sight of that, you’d rather not be in the crossfire when it happens.

“what’s got you caught in its net?” you ask, finally, as you drop the gear you’ve been mending while ao’nung simmers.

“funny,” he mutters, but mirth is not something found in his tone. another scrape, another grating. he does not look over at you.

“i know. i’m the funniest person alive. you should be grateful you have the opportunity to bask in my presence.”

it’s a ploy—a tease. like waving fresh bait in front of a young ilu but never tossing it into the water for them to eat. your tactic with ao’nung is always the same. push and pull and prod just enough that he bites back with less venom and more demure. because sarcasm is better than spite, in all regards.

except now, he doesn’t take it. now, he simply keeps his head tucked down, his lips pressed in a hard line. whittling at his knife and spouting invisible steam out of his ears.

you stand up, make your way over to him and bend slightly at the waist to slide your hands along his sloped shoulders. his muscles go taut—just a bit—at the initial contact of your palms, but relax a second later. not to their resting state, no, but leaving the field of caught off guard at the very least. you hum, lean down further as you dip your hands over his clavicles, across the upper half of his sternum.

“what is wrong, ao‘nung?” its sincere, this time. your question. because despite the dynamic between the two of you, you really do care—jokes and jabs aside.

this silence is different. you can tell by the twitch of his ears that he’s thinking; mulling something over on his tongue before he decides whether to spit it out or swallow it down. you can never guess which one it will be, not with him. he acts on whims, never strategy. there is no speculating his next move, so you simply don’t try to.

“there has been talk among the reef.” it’s all he says; all he gives. such a shell of a man, forcing you to pry open his jaws to reach the pearl within.

it is good that you’ve always been so skilled with your hands.

“there is always talk among the reef,” you chuckle, begin to fiddle with the necklace that’s strung around his neck. hooking your chin over the top of his head, you look down to watch as he grinds his knife once again. “you know they like to keep their minds busy with silly things.”

“it isn’t a silly thing.”

“oh? then tell me, what is so dire that it could have the great ao’nung this tense, hm?”

his hands falter for the first time, a pause in his rhythmic grazing. your brows furrow at that, create a hairline crease in the middle that only smooths out as he resumes his motions. scrape, scrape, scrape again. it’s like he’s doing it in sync with his heart. if you shifted your hand over just a tad, you suppose you could test that theory.

“it is talk of you.”

quiet. a mere grumble under his breath. if you were not leaned over him like this you would not have even heard him. such an odd twinge to his tone; laced with something you can’t quite decipher. can’t quite pick up on. it isn’t necessarily anger, but something flirting along the lines of it.

“me? don’t tell me you have went around spreading rumors that i am possessed by eywa’s evil sister again. i thought you stopped that when we were kids.” you laugh through it, because the jagged edges of his timbre are making your fingers itch. “you’re going to ruin my reputation.”

he scoffs. condescending, dismissive. normally you’d take that as a good sign; a call back to his regular grating demeanor. at this specific moment, however, you find annoyance in it.

“your reputation is fine,” he tilts, gives a particularly harsh press of his knife that makes you think this just might be the time where it snaps. miraculously, it doesn’t. “so completely fine.”

“then what could they possibly find reason to speak of me for?” you press, rubbing your thumb over the cord of his necklace, twisting it around your fingers. “i have not caused any trouble lately. haven’t set fire to any maruis. why, there’s nothing that i can think of that could possibly warrant—“

“they speak of your lack of mate.”

his hands are working harder, less refined. jaw clenching, deltoids growing stiff below you. it’s all starting to air itself out, his jaws have cracked open just enough that you can finally see the pretty pink pearl that rests on the bed of his tongue. but it is not enough, not yet.

“then all they speak is the truth,” you shrug over him, keep your gaze locked on his movements. you want to be sure, before you jump to the assumptions that are creating hurdles in your mind. “there is no harm in speaking of public knowledge.”

“they—“ he hitches, twists his face up like his next words are sour on his tastebuds, “they are voicing their thoughts on potentials for you. they think.. rotxo is the best option.”

“oh, yes. rotxo would be a fine potential mate.”

and, ah. there it is. the coup de grace.

ao’nung snaps his head around towards you so fast you hardly have time to lean back to avoid getting smacked in the chin by his skull. there’s a fissure between his brows, his eyes have widened past the aggravated slits they were before. his mouth is cracked open in disbelief, of the fact that you agreed with him or another matter, you aren’t sure. either way, it is clear now what has been getting under the heir’s skin.

he's jealous. and you can't help but find that the slightest bit amusing. it's not often you have ao'nung in the palm of your hand like this; akin to a bug squirming under the pad of your thumb with no clear route of escape. you think you can play this up, just a little.

"you do not think that," he states, like he needs to speak it into existence. like if he says it then it will ring true, change your mind.

(he doesn't need to change your mind, but he doesn't need to know that right now).

"why would i not?" you hum, tip your head like you're truly contemplating it. "he is sweet. has a tender heart. and he is always so quick to help me. he doesn't even complain. i think taking him as a mate would be a good decision."

"the only thing good about rotxo is his hair," ao'nung spouts, rolls his eyes at you as his face fills up with indignation. "stupid, pretty boy goody two shoes."

"oh, you're right! and he's nice to look at," you agree, nod your head right along with it, "how could i forget?"

his cheek dips; he's sucking it in between his teeth. you've really done it, you think. setting him off has never been so easy. sure, it’s never too hard to get him riled up in the middle of a bickering match. but like this? aggravated over, what, exactly? the thought of you with someone else?

maybe you’re enjoying this a bit too much.

“he is not your type.” a bold proclamation, ao’nung spits out. grasping for straws; searching blindly. “you would not go well with him.”

“i think he is my type, actually,” you dispute, and he’s stopped all his movements now. knife long forgotten as he seethes over every word you speak. “kind. loyal. good morals. easy on the eyes. yes, definitely my type. that checks off the list.”

he purses his lips, knots up his brows. “that cannot be the list.”

“no?” you peruse, play into him. he makes this too easy, really. “what do you think is on the list, then? moody? messy? long hair? a tendency to be mouthy? being the chief’s son?”

that earns you a shove off of him; a click for him to realize you’ve been fucking with him this entire time. biting back your shit eating grin would be impossible so you don’t even try to. nor do you stop the laughter that bubbles out of you as he goes back to his knife work and curses you under his breath.

you reach for him again except this time you walk around until you’re in front of him. one hand on his shoulder, you lean down to shove the knife and sharpener out of his hands and plop yourself right into the slot his crossed legs have made. his gaze is narrowed at you, his lips jutted. you simply smile—innocent, sweet—as you slide your hands around to cup the nape of his neck.

“i don’t think rotxo could handle me,” you murmur, sickeningly saccharine in such a direct contrast from seconds before. ao’nung doesn’t budge. “and the good ones are always so boring. if he was my mate, when would i ever get the chance to get up to trouble?”

“you are trouble,” ao’nung scoffs; acting annoyed, fed up. but his hands give him away as they meet the dimples of your lower back, as they slide up your spine to hold you secure so you don’t fall backwards.

his facade of pretending to not care has never been too full proof. there’s been cracks in that glass since day one.

“your trouble,” you grin. your fingers begin to draw circles along the back of his neck, tease at his hairline. “you made me this way, you know.”

“i made you nothing,” he rebuts. “you are the one who always comes up with the pesky ideas that get us scolded.”

“ah, you’re right,” you agree with a faux sigh. “humor and brains. i guess i’m the funniest and smartest person alive. truly, you should be honored.”

ao’nung rolls his eyes, peels his hands off of you. “forget ability, i do not wish to handle you now. rotxo can have you, for all i care.”

“oh?” you quirk, begin to stand up. “should i go see what he is up to—“

“sit,” ao’nung orders before you can rise no more than a few inches off of his lap; hands gripping your waist to tug you back down. the playfulness drains from his eyes, that annoyance—jealousy—flashes across sea foam irises for just a moment. “you are not funny.”

you bite the edge of your lip, making your grin turn slanted. he is so fun to tease, to toss around. his palms are warm on the dip of your waist. sliding your hands further back, you skim your finger along the side of the braid encasing his queue. faint, light. he tries to hide the shiver it causes but you pick up on it regardless. and that only makes you grin wider.

“they will speak of me until i choose a mate,” you hum as you lean closer to him, minimize the distance between your faces. “rotxo is not the only name that will be paired with mine. they all like to place their bets, you know.”

“their bets are stupid,” ao’nung mutters; gruff and rumbling out of his chest as his attention flickers, falters, the closer you get.

being this close is nothing new. being this touchy is nothing new, either. but it’s almost like your skin is buzzing, your energies feeding off one another in the moment that sends you tumbling into a smug streak. or maybe, that’s just the power ao’nung holds over you and you’re scared to admit it.

“you only think they’re stupid because your name is being outnumbered in the betting pool.” maybe that’s a little mean, but it’s fun. your fingertips are heavier now, more directed as you trace the divots of his braid with one hand and gauge the rise and fall of his chest with the other. “if you were winning, would they be stupid then?”

“i am winning,” ao’nung conveys, so sure and lacking any sense of doubt in the slightest; a variance from a few moments before. and that, well, that actually makes you falter—for just a second.

“and how do you figure that?” you mumble out the question into the minute slot between the two of you. bated and breathy.

ao’nung hooks an arm around your waist, his other hand sliding up to grip the hinge of your jaw. not harsh, not rough, but firm. cradling you carefully but securely; solidly. your breath hitches, your fingers pause on their skimming across his queue encasing.

“because i am the only one who gets to do this,” he says. blunt and honest and certain as he closes the gap severing you.

he kisses you full and deep and warm. he kisses you like he has not eaten in days and you are the one thing that can sate his hunger. he kisses you like the ocean kisses the shore; yearning and all consuming, and rushing back once more as soon as their lips must part.

and he does; chase your lips as you pull back to catch your breath. places one, two, three pecks there before he deems it a safe retreat. his eyes are lidded, but no longer from frustration. that signature crooked, haughty smirk of his is curved into his pale lips. and instead of smacking it off, you’re considering how many more kisses it would take to wipe it away.

“oh yeah,” he chuckles, lips brushing over yours as he’s already leaning in again. “so winning.”

and you can’t help but agree.

[shizuturnspages]

MISUNDERSTANDINGS THAT COULD END LIVES , it was very funny xDdddddz, can I request one from(diluc?) kaeya and Albedo?? (the unlucky one could be Barbara's stalker)(I don't remember his name xD)

How To Accidentally Die in Mondstadt

Kaeya: The Devil in Disguise

Kaeya is charismatic, charming, and incredibly good at making things sound worse than they are. He’s also bored half the time, which means sometimes, just sometimes, he likes to mess with people.

And that’s exactly what happened the night Albert (Barbara’s infamous stalker) made the biggest mistake of his life.

Albert had been lurking outside the Angel's Share, trying (and failing) to look casual while watching Barbara through the tavern’s window. His little stalker heart fluttered—his idol, his goddess, his one true love was inside, talking to you.

He clenched his fists. Who the hell were you? And why was Barbara laughing like you were the most interesting person in the world?

He was just about to storm in when someone tapped his shoulder.

“Ah, what do we have here?”

Albert yelped, turning to see none other than Kaeya Alberich, leaning against the wall like he had all the time in the world.

“Oh, C-Cavalry Captain Kaeya!” Albert stammered.

Kaeya’s smile was too friendly. Too sharp.

“You seem upset,” Kaeya hummed, tilting his head. “Staring at (Y/N) like that… jealous, are we?”

Albert scoffed. “Why would I be jealous? That thing doesn’t deserve to be near my dear Barbara—”

Kaeya’s grin widened.

“Oh? So you don’t know?”

Albert frowned. “Know what?”

Kaeya sighed dramatically. “You poor, poor fool.” He stepped closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“(Y/N) isn’t just some random person.”

Albert swallowed. “...What do you mean?”

Kaeya’s eye twinkled with pure evil.

“Ah, you see… (Y/N) is a hitman.”

Albert’s blood ran cold.

Kaeya kept going.

“You didn’t hear? The Favonius higher-ups got tired of your little ‘hobbies,’” Kaeya said, shaking his head. “They decided to hire an… outside solution.”

Albert’s face went pale.

“And you know the funniest part?” Kaeya leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. “They don’t just kill you. No, no. First, they take their time. A little pain here, a little broken bone there—”

Albert bolted.

He ran like his life depended on it (because in his mind, it did).

Kaeya, meanwhile, just chuckled and walked back into the tavern, where you were completely unaware of what had just happened.

You blinked up at him. “Where’d you go?”

Kaeya smiled, sipping his drink.

“Oh, nowhere important.”

Diluc: Silent and Deadly

Diluc was used to people being terrified of him. He was the Darknight Hero, after all. It came with the job.

But he was not expecting this.

Albert, still paranoid from his encounter with Kaeya, needed a place to hide. And what better place than Dawn Winery?

Surely, nobody would think to look for him in the domain of Mondstadt’s most reclusive noble.

So, heart pounding, Albert sprinted into the estate, nearly tripping over his own feet as he stumbled through the grand entrance.

A maid, Adelinde, looked at him with a raised brow.

“...Sir, do you have an appointment?”

Albert, out of breath, wheezed, “I—I just—need to—”

Then everything went silent.

Because standing at the top of the staircase was Diluc.

Watching.

His red eyes glowed in the dim lighting, burning into Albert like a predator eyeing weak prey.

Albert froze.

Diluc descended the stairs slowly, deliberately.

His boots echoed against the marble floor.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Each step felt like a death sentence.

Albert couldn’t move.

Diluc stopped in front of him.

“…You shouldn’t be here.”

Albert swallowed hard.

His gaze flickered to Diluc’s hands.

Where he saw something dark.

Something staining the noble’s gloves.

Blood.

Albert’s breath hitched.

Diluc followed his gaze, then let out a soft hum.

“I see.”

Albert almost died on the spot.

He turned and ran before Diluc could say another word.

The red-haired noble watched him go, his expression unreadable.

Then, calmly, he turned to Adelinde.

“…Why did he look at me like that?”

Adelinde sighed. “Master Diluc, you do realize your gloves are covered in grape juice, yes?”

Diluc looked down at his hands.

Ah.

That explained it.

Albedo: The Quiet Menace

Albedo was not a people person. He was a scientist first, an artist second, and a conversationalist dead last.

So when Albert (who, by now, was convinced that the entire city was out to kill him) ran into Dragonspine, he wasn’t expecting to see the Chief Alchemist himself.

He also wasn’t expecting Albedo to be standing over a pile of bones.

Albert froze.

Albedo looked up, tilting his head.

“…Can I help you?”

Albert’s fight-or-flight instincts kicked in.

His brain put two and two together.

“(Y/N) is a hitman.”

“Diluc wants me dead.”

“Albedo is standing over a pile of BONES.”

Albert screamed.

And Albedo, not knowing what was happening, just watched him run away with mild confusion.

Sucrose, coming out of the tent: “Who was that?”

Albedo: shrugs “I don’t know. But I think he’s scared of me.”

Sucrose: “...Did you say something to him?”

Albedo, glancing at the pile of Dragonspine monster bones behind him:

“…Maybe.”

The Fall of Albert

The next morning, Jean received a formal resignation letter from Albert.

It simply read:

"I regret to inform you that I am leaving Mondstadt permanently. Please tell Barbara I loved her. But also that she should watch her back, because this city is full of killers. I am certain that (Y/N) has been hired to end my life. Kaeya knows everything. Diluc is covering up crimes. Albedo is dissolving bodies in Dragonspine. I no longer feel safe. May Barbatos bless you all."

Jean blinked.

Lisa, reading over her shoulder, burst out laughing.

You, walking in completely clueless: “What’s so funny?”

Jean and Lisa, looking at you like you just committed murder:

“…Nothing.”

Moral of the story:

Never let Kaeya talk unsupervised.

Diluc should probably stop crushing grapes with his hands.

And Albedo should not be seen near bones.

RIP Albert. You will not be missed. 😌

[cuntiestvillainbracket]

PROPAGANDA FOR DOFLAMINGO:

"The first person coming to mind when I read cuntiest villain, absolutely bastard of a man. Funniest psycho around, he's like 3m tall and can't walk like a normal person, looks like he should be at a beach party snorting coke, can't keep his tongue inside his mouth all while being a member of the Warlords of the Sea a group with arguably very strong people with questionable moralities but everyone is very sure that they despise him. Basically flirts while trying to decapitate on of these colleagues. Also is a walking tragedy who killed his father as a child, subsequently lost his beloved baby brother only to get him back years later just to kill him because his brother tried to stop him from becoming the tyrant of a kingdom. Decided to turn most of the people opposing him in aforementioned kingdom into toys, who else could do it like him?"

PROPAGANDA FOR PREMINGER:

"The edits of Preminger to various RuPaul songs or compilations of the sounds he makes live in my head rent free. To me, he is The villain. I listen to his song unironically because it just goes that hard. He's got an evil plan, he's got a banger song, he almost even marries the queen. Sure, the marriage would probably have been annulled or something if he was revealed beforehand, but can you imagine if he'd gotten that far?"

[skydigiblogs]

xros wars/hunters retrospective

okay i finished hunters so i feel like i can talk about all of the xros wars trilogy in full now.

also included: a comparison of digiquartz, the ar field, and the pseudo digital world from hunters, appmon, and ghost game respectively (with an emphasis on narrative function and thematic consequences of each).

really long one under the cut. strap in.

Background: Our Experience With These Seasons

Around 2017 or so, we finally watched Digimon Xros Wars. This was during college, and after a lot of the hype and spoilers about the trilogy had already gone live on the internet. It was also before we watched Frontiers for the first time, but after Digimon Tri had concluded.

Prior to this, our experience with XW amounted to us watching the episode where Beelzemon (2010) debuted, because we'd seen word that Beelzemon was in the series again. Watching out of order was, unsurprisingly, a bit of a mistake, but we tried then watching the series, stopping only a few episodes in.

When we came back to watch through all of Xros Wars, we watched a lot of it in the evenings after classes, when we needed something to wind down with after all the effort of college. The first season was a breeze, and while we struggled with momentum for the second, we managed to finish it and ultimately enjoyed our time (for reasons with hindsight I'll get to in the section on season two).

Hunters was the problem child for us. I think we were burnt out after the second season, and as a result, we stopped barely into Hunters. At most, maybe four or five episodes in.

And that's how it would be until, last year, we decided we were going to rewatch all of the Digimon anime. So we culminate now, finally getting to Xros Wars, and after an obscene amount of time (this rewatch started in August of last year)... we've finished Hunters.

Digimon Xros Wars

Digimon Xros Wars is an alright season of Digimon. Like many of the post-Adventure seasons, XW takes some parts of the usual Digimon formula and does its best to spin them into a new world and new story.

Our gogglehead is Taiki Kudo, whose catch phrase is the funniest card in BT21 (World Convergence): "Can't Turn My Back!" His main trait is that if anyone asks him for help, he never turns them down. A little bit of a bland goody-two-shoes, most of XW revolves not around how he and his partner Shoutmon change, but how the world reacts to their bullheadedness.

Shoutmon's personality is abrasive, loud, and obnoxious in a way that's really endearing. He's the kind of mon that would get along well with Masaru from Digimon Savers (and the crew knows it, considering the anniversary event). His goal is very simple: he wants to be the Digimon King. Alongside this, he has a very particular idea about what it means to be a Good King. Like Taiki, he's stubborn; unlike Taiki, he's much more aggressive when it comes to those who challenge his steadfast ideal.

The force of evil in this season is the Bagra Empire, who, among other interested parties, is collecting Code Crowns, representations of the Digital World's literal mass. Whoever collects them all can reshape the world to their desires.

There are a few more moving parts in XW, including other human generals (the leader of Team Twilight, Nene, and the leader of Blue Flare, Aonuma Kiria), as well as the two humans brought to the Digital World with Taiki (Akari and Zenjirou, the former of which is a caring tomboy who's so used to Taiki's shenanigans she's more like a coach than anything, the latter of which is a guy who got beaten by Taiki in a kendo match and was super butthurt about it because Taiki was just filling in for someone else).

With that in mind, the arc structure of XW is that each Zone needs to be conquered (aka: they need to get the Code Crown from it). They gain allies over the course of the series, but overall it's more accurate to call XW a series of vignettes. There is an overarching plot here, but much of its payoff is relegated to the second season.

Additionally, overarching plot elements between Zone arcs tend to be very barebones (for instance: Baalmon's weird fixation with Lilithmon).

Because of this vignette style, XW does suffer a little in that towards the end there's a bit of a time skip to imply that Taiki and the other generals have all been waging their Code Crown campaign for some unspecified period of time.

Basically, time skip, the war is almost over.

This culminates in such a fucked up anticlimax that is a large part of why I think its successor, Seven Death Generals, is such a lackluster season. Suddenly, Taiki, Zenjirou, and Akari are back in the human world. Suddenly, they are fighting Tactimon, and in the process Shoutmon figures out digivolution I guess. The ghost of Omegamon can take Taiki back to the Digital World, but oh no! Just him!

Zenjirou and Akari are left in the human world, when they were the most interesting characters in Xros Heart throughout the entirety of this season. Taiki and Shoutmon are very stagnant characters, because they are ultimately reactive, rather than active. That means they they rely on a strong supporting cast to keep the narrative from feeling stale.

I'll elaborate on this in the 7DG section a bit more, but keep this in mind.

I want to note that while at times, XW is kind of predictable (and a little bit boring), it also has a very fascinating world that it works with. The Digital World has been broken into distinct Zones, artificially isolating Digimon to their own unique locales. This is fundamentally a broken Digital World, and the space between Zones is not only hostile, it is actively damaging to most life wandering into it. Digimon can't be out in the open, unless they've adapted to the environment (Arcadimon is the only example I think shown) or travel within an object that protects them (the Xros Loader, Wisemon's book).

Gathering up the Code Crowns isn't just symbolic of power over a zone, it's also physically symbolic of the power to reunite the Digital World from this fragmentary state. It's a simple but elegant plot element that plays into the core theme of XW, which is about cameraderie and connection (as most seasons of Digimon are, of course, but this one is more interested in it on a macro level).

Even the name of Taiki's group plays into this idea: Xros Heart. Taiki is reactive because he can't help but want to help everyone, to connect with everyone, and the name of his team insinuates that through it he will connect with everyone.

This is furthered even by Shoutmon's entire existence as a weirdass rock an roll dragon (Shout is literally in the name!). Like the Code Crowns, which are the mechanism by which one reconnects the Digital World, music, language, communication, is the mechanism by which we connect to others.

This arc is also the one that shares the most blood with the manga, in my opinion. Ultimately, I think the manga handles the plot of this arc better, telling a similar but different story, but it's still worth appreciating the good parts of this season! It isn't bad! A little bit lackluster and paint by numbers, at worse, but bad? Nah.

Xros Wars: The Seven Death Generals

This season is bad.

However, it's bad in a way that I think is fairly unique among Digimon seasons. Whereas I have a lot of problems with Frontiers for how it writes women and handles its main cast (sidelining pretty much everyone except for Takuya and Koji), or problems with 02 for how sometimes its plot ideas don't pay off, or Savers for a lot of how it communicates the themes of family, Seven Death Generals is uh...

Well, like I said in the XW section, they got rid of Akari and Zenjirou. So I guess they took the wrong notes from Frontiers already. There's a timeskip that Taiki doesn't experience, and I don't think they properly thought through the consequences of that on literally anything. Nene feels like a completely different character when we meet her, which feels all kinds of annoying. And of course: the titular Seven Death Generals.

Did you like Xros Wars? Did you like going through Zone after Zone, trial after trial to collect Code Crowns? If you didn't, you're gonna fucking hate this season.

In this season, there are seven Lands, each ruled by a different Death General, one for each day of the week and associated element (eg: a Death General for Gold, representing Friday, which is literally written in kanji as "Gold Day"). In each Land, you have to kill the General to take control of it.

Also, uh, the Generals are torturing people in order to extract negative energy from them for an abstract plan called D5. They also all have Darkness Loaders (which were painstakingly created by DarkKnightmon last season but who cares! Now there are tons of copies of 'em!), so they all chew up their allies to get stronger and prevent any wannabe usurpers from killing them.

There are a few interesting things about this season, and all of them come in the last few episodes. Everything else about it felt genuinely like a slogging retrod of XW, including too many "Kiriha is Evil!" fakeouts and the most god awful culmination of his arc in Deckerdramon's ultimate fate.

In other words, it takes the problems inherent in Xros Wars and just makes them all worse. Because every Land has the express purpose of extracting suffering, we don't get the important relaxation or down time that you saw in XW. You could argue that that's realistic, but in a story, it comes across as monotonous. You can only be told how cruel and evil something is so many times before you're like "okay, I get it, just fucking skip to D5 already."

The most interesting of the Death Generals are, of course, the ones that break from the monotony of the other five.

Olegmon is the Death General associated with Gold. He's a fuckass weirdo pirate that comes with some bizarre new backstory with Ballistamon. Ballistamon apparently used to be an artificial Digimon called DarkVolumon created by Olegmon but this is kind of the worst sin this arc participates in and it's overall not too bad because we get Olegmon as a trade off.

Olegmon as a Death General is interested in having friends and companionship. He has a magical chant that hypnotizes Digimon into joining his pirate crew. An absolute delight of a fucking weirdo. His death culminates in him not just exploding and going "ohh no but all the suffering for Lord Bagramon noooo!!" NAH, FUCK THAT. Olegmon actually admits defeat to Taiki, going "you know what, maybe your ideals about friendship and how to treasure it are right."

I wish all the episodes wasted on the other Death Generals before Olegmon were allotted to him. Because even if it's barebones, Olegmon has a character, and an interesting dynamic in contrast to Taiki.

The final Death General is also relatively interesting, if not frustrating to read as a plural system. Apollomon represents Sunday (you know, the Sun), and actually doesn't want to hurt Digimon. He keeps them trapped, alive, in cages of spikes. When Xros Heart comes to him, he actually tries to get them to help fight Bagramon, because he knows about D5 (which he exposits about to Xros Heart so they know what the actual fucking plot is).

The catch is that Apollomon has also been infected by a virus called Whispered that Jekyll and Hydes this bitch. Whispered is a no good evil boy that, aside from his dynamic with Apollomon, really is kind of just. The rest of the Death Generals, but this time an evil headmate.

Eh. At least it was different for a sec there.

This Land at least gets us to the real interesting meat of this season. Amano Yuu has been the specter of interesting things haunting this season. Nene's younger brother, who she came to the Digital World to find and rescue, has the Darkness Loader. The real one, which he uses to fight battles in what he believes to be an immersive game, thanks to DarkKnightmon's efforts. Part of this involved an attempt to kill his sister, which he thought would only "boot her out of the game."

The end of the final Land has Yuu force a death match between his forces and Taiki's. The only way for them to escape the situation is by killing the opposing general. This? This right here is the meat and potatoes of the season. It's a reimagining of Ken Ichijouji's Come To Jesus moment, where someone believes the Digital World to be a computer game with no consequences and has to be desperately wrenched out of that illusion.

This has been the most interesting momentum in the season throughout it, and probably why I remembered Xros Wars with the fondness that I did. Digimon has shockingly few characters in the anime who are under the illusion that Digimon are just a game. Notably, Ken in 02, of course. The only other example coming to mind, however, is Rika in Tamers.

But one thing they both have the luxury of is a Human World setting. In Yuu's case, he's been fully immersed in the Digital World with this promise of a world where he can let loose his most vicious fantasies without the guilt that makes him so shy in the Human World.

It kind of ends up feeling rushed because of how this season is handled, but it's still something new in a season of utter and despondent monotony.

Anyways, D5 happens, Bagramon petrifies the human world to go invade it or something. I don't fucking remember, he feels like such a nothing character compared to XWM Bagramon. The generals all go to the Human World to kick DarknessBagramon's ass. There's a neat battle inside of DarknessBagramon. Idk man. Bagramon feels like nothing compared to his brother and Yuu.

The day is saved, Digimon have to return to the Digital World, end of the series, yeah yeah yeah.

Xros Wars: Young Hunters Who Leapt Through Time

I'm just gonna be straight with y'all. This is the best part of Xros Wars. While the other two seasons took us an excrutiatingly long time to start and finish, we begun Hunters around March or April (I can't remember which), and every session of watching it was the kind of relaxing, inoffensive breeze I had missed throughout season two of Xros Wars.

Like 7DG, Hunters takes place after another timeskip. Except, however, we follow a new gogglehead, 02 style, who is a member of a basketball team called Xros Heart. This team consists of Taiki, a now older Yuu, and our gogglehead: Tagiru.

I've seen some people compare Tagiru to Daisuke from 02, and you know what? I see where they're coming from. Like Daisuke, Tagiru wears goggles in imitation of his senpai, and feels left out because of the connection his friends have over their experience with Digimon.

However, you'll notice I mentioned that 7DG already did a little bit of rehashing some themes of 02 with Yuu (paralleling Ken). Hell, Yuu is even a popular smart kid! But what's fascinating here, is that Yuu has already gone through his character arc. Hunters is Tagiru's. And Tagiru gets a Xros Loader to partake in something called the Digimon Hunt. When Yuu finds out, he sees a mirror of himself in Tagiru, some kid that just thinks this is all a game.

And especially early on, this conflict between Yuu and Tagiru is the juice that keeps you invested.

Hunters is a Monster of the Week season. Unlike XW and Zones or 7DG and its Lands, this season relies on the mechanics of DigiQuartz to contain its various stories. The full mechanics of DigiQuartz are largely a mystery until the Watchmaker, host of the Digimon Hunt, explains what the DigiQuartz is in the second to last episode. But the mechanics are simple enough that most are understood just by watching.

Digimon can be found in the DigiQuartz, and sometimes they influence the real world by latching on to extreme human emotions (think like in Savers). Most Digimon don't entirely know how they got to the Human World, only knowing that they were pulled there by something (we're told this pretty early on).

Aside from the overarching plot (which is very simple and comes to a fruition primarily in the last three or foure episodes), Digimon Hunters is interested in short stories following the shenanigans that Digimon get into when they interact with the Human World. You might notice I have a whole section on Hunters vs Appmon vs Ghost Game. This is why, and I'll elaborate more there.

The other element most people probably know about is the massive crossover event that happens in Hunters. This is managed through the Watchmaker and his Clockmon, who pull heroes from time and space to deal with a threat that we are only introduced to in episode 68 (the 14th episode in Hunters, which is 25 episodes long).

In general, the Watchmaker's weird shiftiness in this season lends itself to why I think it works so well. In the last episode, it's implied that the Watchmaker is the reincarnation of Bagramon. This contrasts itself well with his connection to DigiQuartz, as well as Quartzmon (the source of DigiQuartz) being created by Bagramon's influence on the Human World. We see a retread of Bagramon's ultimate goal (to consume everything and govern it from within its body), not fully introduced until the last four episodes of the series. But the mystery of the Watchmaker (even if you know going in that he's probably Bagramon), as well as how he was able to give Xros Loaders out like candy, keeps the season tied together in a simple but elegant way.

To the Digimon Hunters, there's nothing weird about what's going on besides the fact they need to capture Digimon. They think they're in a Monster of the Week show. The consistency of that tone, especially with the explanation of DigiQuartz at the end, gives Hunters a good send off without betraying its tone.

Of course, it isn't without its faults. I think there are some weird pacing issues in the season, still. Notably, the way Yuu reconnects with Damemon is weird in a "we couldn't figure out how else to reunite them" way. Also, the delivery of Gumdramon's full backstory kind of comes out of nowhere (even if it does include a really fucking funny moment where he punches some cops). It pays off in a fairly superficial way imo (the visual of the binding ring as part of the transformation between Arresterdramon and Superior Mode), and is otherwise just kind of tonally strange. That whole episode, as fascinating as it is, might genuinely be the worst in Hunters for me because of that nonsense tonal whiplash.

The ending sequence kicks ass though. Hunters was good.

And you can probably get away with watching it standalone, if you don't want to force yourself to watch XW or 7DG. Probably.

Hunters vs Appmon vs Ghost Game

Finally, I want to talk a little bit about some shared blood conceptually between Hunters, Appmon, and Ghost Game. I'll note that I might get some stuff about GG wrong since I'm going to be starting my rewatch of it next now (and it has been a few years since I finished it), but it's still something I want to put to paper since I'll likely come back to it when I finish GG again.

Specifically, we're gonna compare DigiQuartz , the AR Field, and Pseudo Digital World.

The consistent factors between these three are that they are locations parallel to the Human World that can be accessed by those possessing a season's Digivice. However, the DQ is the only one that I'm aware of can be accessed by regular humans via a Digimon pulling them into it. This might happen in GG but, again, been a hot minute since I watched GG.

Something these three all share in common, alongside this mechanic of a world overlaid over the world, is that they contain Monster of the Week shenanigans that take place in the Real World. Whereas in Savers and Tamers, this is handled through the framing of a paradigm breaking down (either via DATS being unable to contain Digimon or the Tamers not being super interested in hiding Digimon battles), in Hunters, Appmon, and Ghost Game, this generally functions as a way to try to preserve the state of the world.

In Hunters, this is directly purposed by Quartzmon (essentially, DigiQuartz is a big fly trap), but it also narratively functions in that there is a status quo for the characters to return to, even if Digimon grow increasingly damaging throughout the series.

Ultimately, this paradigm is not broken down between Human and Digital World, despite the presence of this in-between space. It's implied that it could afterwards, as Digimon are able to return to the Human World, and plenty of humans had positive interactions with Digimon during the series that they would likely return to. There are a lot of Hunters, too, but it's also difficult to tell if all of the Human World experienced Quartzmon eating Earth.

In Appmon, the AR Field serves a similar narrative function, giving a space for the drivers to have their battles without endangering people with Appmon attacks (while whatever rampaging Appmon is causing trouble in the real world). However, this battling is directly intentioned to preserve the status quo of reality, especially because it is very difficult for Appmon to realize.

It doesn't culminate in the break down of this paradigm between physical and digital until the very end, where we don't exactly get to see the consequences after the series ends. The fight was to prevent a catastrophic breakdown of this paradigm, and while it failed in preventing a breakdown entirely, the nature of this breakdown is much more chaotic, as those knowledgeable about Appmon were limited to about a handful of people.

Like Hunters, everyone got eaten by the big bad. Unlike Hunters, a lot of people in Japan saw big fuckass golden monsters fighting a giant five headed dragon. There's no going back to status quo after that, which you might plausibly argue is something Hunters could pull off.

In Ghost Game, we see a middle ground between the two, where Digimon are capable of breaking into the Human World through enough effort. The paradigm here exists in a world where plausible deniability regarding what Digimon are preserves their secrecy. A lot of harm to people and property is done by Digimon in this series. The Psuedo Digital World minimizes this damage, but there's a death count in this season, propagated by Digimon. You can't Pseudo Digital World someone's head back on after Arukenimon eats it.

I think this in between is fascinating as well, considering the narrative function of Human and Digital Worlds as concepts in GG. Digimon are inherently refugees in this canon, and a big theme of GG is about communication and cultural understanding. Just, you know, with giant lizards made out of purple fire and clowns that like turning people into cards. Unlike Hunters and Appmon's epilogue scenes, we get an explicit destruction of the barrier between these paradigms, which I think is narratively in line with GG's themes, as well as the permanence of its consequences.

Idk, just a bit of food for thought about how Digimon's handled secret world fantasy through parallel realities that aren't full on portal fantasies (like most of the seasons that are isekai).

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GREETINGS!! I COME WITH QUESTIONS FROM THE ASK GAME!!!(feel free to do whatever selection of these you want!)

🚊🍔ALON AGBAYANI

🚊🚋 LEONID SIMONYAN

🚊🦹 Any OC you think would have an interesting reaction!

OHHHH THIS ONE'S FUN. LET'S GOOO I'M DOING ALL OF THESE. I had SO much fun with this

LEVER OF JUSTICE IS UNDER THE CUT. BECAUSE IT'S MORE SERIOUS I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE DONE FOUR OF THEM

🚊🍔HAMBURGER TROLLEY PROBLEM --- A trolley is rushing towards 1 person tied to a track. Your OC can choose to pull a lever, diverting the trolley to a second track and completely destroying 20 delicious, fresh hamburgers instead

explaining the trolley problem to an american: so imagine a burger,

alon would very much NOT kill the person. EVER! even if they REAAAALLY don't like them! they'd be CONFUSED by all of the burgers but this isn't even like a question to them (but ouhhh the food waste ... they feel so bad ...)

after the ordeal is over they go to find whoever left the burgers there and yell at them for setting an ethics situation up like that in the first place before realizing OOPS they FORGOT TO UNTIE THE PERSON so then they RUN back to the guy and they untie them and then they RUN back to whoever left the burgers there and then they

the Save The Person NOW priority applies to the system generally (who I have not spoken about yet dw) but. holly. ohhh holly. is not nearly as vigilant as alon is and if she's distant enough she might not notice the lever or the trolley situation at all. which will end fine, surely,

🚊🚋TROLLEY TROLLEY PROBLEM --- A trolley is rushing towards 1 empty trolley tied to a track. Your OC can choose to pull a lever, diverting the trolley to a second track and destroying 5 empty trolleys instead

this is the funniest possible character to have got this one I'm SO glad

leonid goes out of his way to demolish as many of the trolleys as he can. for fun. this DOUBLY applies if someone is there to watch him do it. he might even switch the lever back and forth a couple times if the trolley is far away enough to show just HOW deliberate he is with it

if possible he will offset the trolley in a way that crashes it into all six on both tracks. oh yeah. he just WON trolley problem. all those other ethics hell survivors don't got SHIT on leonid simonyan

🚊🦹LEVER OF JUSTICE TROLLEY PROBLEM --- A trolley is rushing down an empty track with no people on it. Your OC can choose to pull a lever, diverting the trolley to a second track and killing someone your OC perceives as an evil-doer (with no legal repercussions)

THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE OHHH THIS ONE. I've been THINKING about this one

I COULD'VE GONE FOR ALL OF THEM BUT I REALLY DIDN'T FEEL LIKE DOING ALL THAT. i DO have a hypothetical answer in mind for everyone though (including the characters I'm introducing later in the story that aren't important just yet)

okayokayokay SO

– would not even CONSIDER pulling the lever, EVER:

dex! who are they to decide who lives and dies? I don't think they'd pull the lever in ANY person on person ethics hell scenario. this person did something evil, surely, but if they kill them they're just as bad. who decides what's deserving? I don't think they could ever bring themself to directly murder somebody which is the most prominent reason that lever isn't pulled. it is the gravest sin to commit murder

– would INSTANTLY pull the lever, NO hesitation:

but now that the person is free and out and about they'd assume direct responsibility for whatever that person might do, even if it's not dex's fault just because he happened to not murder them. there is no easy way out of it and regardless of what they do in this situation the guilt would still eat them alive

pablo! despite how he looks and how irritable he can get, he really does not hold grudges, with the exception of a small handful of people, all of whom have severely wronged either someone he loves or him personally. it is not trivial things that make him hate a person, and if you're at the point where he wants you dead, he wants you dead

it's not hypocritical on his end and there are not exceptions, the belief is absolute -- if it were him on that track he'd hope someone else would do the same thing. if he's sincerely believes this person is irredeemable and will only do more harm if left alive there won't be any doubt on his end. he will not feel bad even a little bit

– would not intervene either way, but WOULD let the track stay as is if it was ALREADY going for the person:

erika! this is a work of fate and she believes in karma, but karma is its own force that she does not act on behalf of. they wouldn't go out of their way to kill somebody even if they felt it was deserved, but they would be MORE than alright with watching this deemed evil person while the trolley went towards them and still staying inactive if it was already heading their way

bashita! she does not care. winning the idgaf war like it's her full time job. it's not her problem what happens and it does not matter. that would mean an evil person is going free, sure, but like. why would it be her fault that they are? her ass is not judge jury executioner. that is not her call to make

they may not be directly vindictive but that does not make them kind. she'd look at them the whole time, observe passively even though she really could do something; the lever is RIGHT there, but Fate Has Decided and it's out of their hands now. if destiny did not intend for you to die on this track then why would it allow you to lie there

– does NOT get involved no matter what

and if it were going for that person and the other track was empty? still would not intervene. still would not care. why should this be her issue. this is not her issue. she experiences a lot of emotional blunting and as a result of that her remorse is low in most situations, not just ethics hell ones. she is not violent or cruel, but she is often indifferent. bashita just doesn't have it in her to feel bad

[crown-of-roses-thsc]

How did you created CoR? Did you ever have any idea about this au that you discarded? If yes can you tell us? I really would like to hear!

Also, do you have new other au from another fandom? I really wish to check since you do such a good job creating this here that I also wanna to see more of your own works!

HEHEHE~ oh, prepare to learn some very silly things!

I don’t know if I’ve shared this before, but the story behind Crown of Roses delights me to this day. I was a young soul, obsessed with Henry Stickmin, and had taken it upon myself to come up with the funniest possible character to ship Ellie with. Mind you, I wasn’t a Henry Stickmin nerd yet, so I didn’t know many of the background characters.

It suddenly dawned on me that it would be absolutely hilarious to ship Ellie with Reginald…two characters who would hate each others guts if they’d ever met in any significant way in canon.

At the time, I was also blasting “Satisfied” from Hamilton- and in my head, I formulated this little story following the Toppat King ending, where Ellie and Reginald had been in love long ago, but Ellie was with Henry now- and she had to abandon her love for Reginald because she didn’t want to hurt poor Henry. I was an angsty teenager with a love for mellowdrama, so I thought this idea was delightful.

As time went on, I played more and more with the idea of Ellie and Reginald being exes- and came up with the possibility that perhaps Ellie was briefly leader before Reginald viciously betrayed her and took the role for himself. At first, I wanted to consider this a fan-theory, and scoured the game for any hint that it could be true (I actually think I still have a crappy google doc full of “evidence” for it, haha!), but I eventually had to concede that it was highly improbable.

I actually didn’t discover the scrapped side-game for Ellie until later on, so imagine my THRILL when I discovered that. I took quite a few aspects from it, since the differences between the ideas were almost entirely better on the scrapped side-game’s part.

The story was originally just that, until I discovered the song RÄT by Penelope Scott…and began to imagine a continuation of the betrayal story based around the song. (The ideas that came from this can be seen in THIS animatic, which is actually what “blew up” this AU!) From there I returned to the Toppat King idea, and that grew into…well, I guess you’ll have to see ;)

And oh, so many ideas from this AU had to be discarded (or were altered into things I preferred!)

Originally, Reginald was written to be more cold-and-calculating, with a bit of care for Ellie that was entirely drowned out by his thirst for power. Now he’s become my pathetic wet-cat, who makes mistakes more out of fear than any malicious intent. It makes a bit of sense, as my characterization of him is based strongly off of Aaron Burr (as portrayed in the musical Hamilton.)

That’s the least interesting one, though.

For example:

In this AU, Earrings is Sven’s sister! But originally, in the Toppat King ending, she was going to be the villain- wanting to kill Sven in revenge for…well, you’ll find out in two chapters! But here’s the kicker: I had her being haunted by Randy! His characterization was similar to how I portray him now, just a little more evil- the inspiration from Beetlejuice: The Musical was much, much stronger!

I’ve mentioned “scrapped endings” many times, so I won’t bore you all with that again- but a stranger aspect is that I originally had all of them being canon, and a reveal that Crown of Roses was an actual alternate universe to the main game; Henry had briefly decided to lend Ellie his multiverse powers, and so the world shifted to focus more on her- and she got to experience many endings before ultimately being able to get to a world where Reginald didn’t betray her, and the audience was left to imagine what different endings would look like from there once things were focused back on Henry! Like, Infiltrating the Airship with Ellie in charge…a neat thought, in my opinion!

On a darker note, Suave and Jessica’s relationship initially had much…darker implications. The emotional abuse remains canon, as well as implications of potential physical abuse, but…let’s just say that I briefly toyed with the idea that Suave had grown to abuse her in another way, too. I never planned on explicitly mentioning or showing it, so one could argue that it wasn’t scrapped- but I decided not to really go that far. I have no intentions of confirming or denying it as a possibility, but I wanted to back off of the subject.

On a lighter note, Ellie’s rogue-gang originally included Stu Pendles, a man whose voice claim was TheOdd1sOut and was in gambling debt to Carol. I actually think I originally had intentions of shipping them, too!

Wilting Darkrose was also originally meant to be a parody of emo edgelord characters, hence his goth appearance and edgy name- but I lost confidence in my ability to satirize that well, and grew attached to the idea of a character who saw himself as an important noble leader but was actually a college student with too much hair-dye. (Bonus fun fact!: Ed Zhaust is named that because it’s meant to sound like “exhaust(ed)”- which is what he is.)

Ho ho ho, what a ramble that was! As for the second part of your question:

I’ve worked on a few! I like to imagine Warrior Cats AUs, but I never do much with those. I usually focus on my own stories (I’m making progress in a book I’ve wanted to write for quite some time!) buuut I do have some published stuff!

For example, I’m the director of Wordgirl: Rewired! It was originally meant to be a fan-comic, but now we have two fully illustrated and voice acted episodes of an aged-up Wordgirl series! It’s mostly meant to be a continuation, but due to some slight changes to certain characters one could argue it’s an AU!

I also wrote a fan fiction called “The Night The Moons Collapsed” for Wings of Fire. I never finished it, but I do plan to rewrite it eventually! I’d been reading too many My Little Pony Infection AUs at the time, haha!

Any other things would likely be in my Ao3, and from there it’s mostly Wordgirl stuffs!

[ladyswillmart]

2024 Writing In Review

I went ahead and answered some of the questions in this post! Mostly just the ones I can actually answer. Here we go:

One.) How many fics have you worked on since January?

Uhh. Two. Maybe three if ya count the massive AU timeline? I wrote a few small fictiony posts too but I wouldn't call them fics.

Two.) What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

I wrote a multi-chapter fic and made a website for it. I liked designing the site and adding pictures, and most of all I like having my own space to put my stuff!

Three.) What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)

Actually I think I wrote/thought about LotRO the most this year. Moria was such a surprise for me, I ended up really enjoying that part of the game's story. Unfortunately I haven't been playing it lately since the last major update completely borked my UI and as of today it still hasn't been fixed…

Four.) How many fandom(s) did you write for this year?

I wrote for Ultima VII Pt. 2 and a tiny bit for LotRO and I think that was it! Surprisingly no FF14 despite having a new expac. It was fine, I just don't have much to say about it, fic-wise.

Five.) What ship(s) captured your heart?

I don't really do ships, sorry. 😛

Six.) What character(s) captured your heart?

Princess Zelda from Echoes of Wisdom. She is so adorable! What a cute game! I don't know why I've never tried writing Zelda fanfic honestly.

Seven.) Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

Nah.

Eight.) What fic meant the most to you to write?

Probably Ancient History because it also got me to work on a couple other non-fic things (website, timeline, etc) that I'd wanted to do for a long time.

Nine.) What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

The ethically dubious wizard-turned-chicken POV one I just finished drafting (Ultima VII Pt. 2 again). It was the first thing I'd written in several months, plus I just like writing from weird PoVs I guess.

Ten.) What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

The chicken one. Felt like scratching a very annoying itch!

Fifteen.) What was the hardest fic to title?

LOL I still haven't come up with a title for the chicken story.

Nineteen.) Share your favorite piece of dialogue

"A crowd, eh? Eh, look, Morty! Looks like the gang's all here!" the thief observed, warmly. "Hooray!" "Looks like the gang would have our guts for garters, Stefano," Mortegro replied through his teeth.

Twenty.) Share your funniest line

I feel like this isn't up for me to decide. 🤔

Twenty-One.) What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

While writing Ancient History, I ended up feeling kinda more sorry for the story's antagonist than anything (though make no mistake, he is still a complete blister). I think maybe it did change the timbre of his parts of the story a little bit? My notes on him looked like this:

Torrissio: He has a burning ambition to learn as much as he can about the Ophidian people… Partially to recover their lost magics, many of which are very potent and dangerous (and now banned by the UCoTL, ala Elissa's Time Prism spell). But also, he really is just THAT interested in Ophidian lore. This in itself is not a bad thing, but his single-minded desire to learn as much as he can leads him to behave ruthlessly in this regard. He does not care who he hurts so long as he gets what he wants in the end. That said, although he wants to collect all these terrible, evil spells, it's not so much that he has designs on using them to Take Over The World or what have you. He does not care what others think or expect of him, and he has no other ambitions beyond the pursuit of knowledge. He is thus rather apathetic towards civic matters. The only person whom he ever really cared about is Columna, who is now dead. His actions are tinged with grief; he is drinking a lot.

So yeah, he ended up being more pathetic than anything. I might like to write him a little more some day.

Twenty-Two.) What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?

I use Scrivener to organize files afterwards but I actually write fics out in Notepad++, in their intended HTML files with markup. Saves a lot of time in the end.

Twenty-Four.) Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

Finishing the story is its own reward!! LOL

Twenty-Five.) How did you recharge between fics?

After finishing Ancient History, I barely wrote anything at all for months. It kinda burned me out I guess. I don't know if this counts as recharging. Mostly I just got really antsy about it!

Twenty-Six.) Did you create fanworks other than fic?

Yes! I made a very cool timeline for my Serpent Isle AU. I also fleshed out a new backstory for Sethys, and I wrote some LotRO posts and more Hivallion stuff.

Twenty-Eight.) If this were an awards show, who would you thank

Advil and coffee… The breakfast of champions!

Twenty-Nine.) What's left on your to-do list for 2024?

Not writing but I'm trying to finish some plastic canvas bird ornaments. I'm 2/3rds of the way there! I also MIGHT try to put my newer Ultima stuff up on AO3. Maaaaaaybe…

Thirty.) What would you like to write next year?

Maybe more Ultima fics? I set up my timeline specifically to accommodate one-shots (like the Chicken story) so I'd like to do more of those, I guess. On a related note, I'd also like to try to be kinder to myself.

[crowdvscritic]

behind the scenes // ST. LOUIS FILM CRITICS ASSOCIATION AWARDS (2023)

The winners have been revealed! The St. Louis Film Critics Association has announced its picks for the most outstanding filmmaking in 24 categories. Like all of the Nobel Prize winners in Barbie, they all worked hard for and deserve the recognition. 

If you’re interested in the mechanics of how critics’ voting works , I recently provided a behind-the-scenes look at last year’s voting with a more logistical view. (Read it here or just keep scrolling to the next post if you’re on the home page of Crowd vs. Critic.) For this year's behind-the-scenes look, I’ll be sharing more about why I chose my nominations and how I decided on final voting. Of note, I had not seen every film that ended up being nominated before I submitted my nominations ballot, so if you’re wondering why I ignored Anatomy of a Fall, Bottoms, Evil Dead Rise, The Holdovers, Godzilla Minus One, Knock at the Cabin, Menus Plaisirs - Les Troisgros, Perfect Days, Poor Things, Robot Dreams, Skinamarink, Talk to Me, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem, or The Zone of Interest, the simple reason is that there are only 24 hours in a day!

Unlike awards shows, I’m starting with the big kahuna: Best Picture! The SLFCA decided to up this category’s number of nominations to 10 from 5, and you’ll keep seeing these 10 titles in my voting:

Priscilla - My favorite Sofia Coppola movie since 2006’s Marie Antoinette. It just missed a lot of nominations, which I suspect is because too few in the group had seen it, but those who had seen it ranked it highly. Unfortunately, every critic in the group only has 24 hours in a day!

Air - I rewatched this just before submitting my nominations, and it still rules! Based on chatter from my colleagues, I suspected the first six films on my list didn't have a ton of support across our group, which is why I ranked them higher. As you can see, my suspicion was correct since none of them made the final cut

BlackBerry - Another film that just missed nominations by a few votes, including Glenn Howerton’s performance as a most terrorizing boss

Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. - My first notable theater cry this year

Asteroid City - The 4th of 7 movies in my top 10 that were released before October—a rarity! I’ve been thinking about all of them for months since their release, which tells me it's not just Awards Season hyping them up in my mind

The Iron Claw - This is the most recent viewing to make my list, and it's also the one that made me cry the most

Past Lives - I ultimately ended up voting for Past Lives because its simple elegance moved me so much that it has stayed with me since seeing it in June

Barbie - The funniest movie of the year and one with big ideas...aka the heart of Crowd vs. Critic!

Oppenheimer - Practically eligible in every category—what wasn’t well-done here?

Killers of the Flower Moon - The same note as Oppenheimer, which is to say, no notes! I correctly assumed Past Lives, Barbie, Oppenheimer, and Killers of the Flower Moon would earn nominations without ranking them at the top of my noms, which was why I ranked them low even though I think they are all outstanding

Also on my long list: Creed III, Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One, The Killer, You Hurt My Feelings

Best Actress and Best Supporting Actor are two categories I never wavered on how I would vote. Lily Gladstone and Ryan Gosling put performances for the ages on the screen this year! I also wanted to recognize the incredible year Jason Schwartzman has had between Asteroid City, The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, and Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse. His lead role in Asteroid seemed like the best bet for widespread support, but basically every time he breathed in The Hunger Games, I laughed.

More actors on my long list: Matt Damon, Air; Scarlett Johansson, Asteroid City; Anthony Hopkins, Freud’s Last Session; Florence Pugh, A Good Person; Jason Schwartzman, The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes; Zac Efron, The Iron Claw; Michael Fassbender, The Killer; Carey Mulligan, Maestro; Jessica Chastain, Memory; Jodie Foster, Nyad; Teo Yoo, Past Lives; Colman Domingo, Rustin; Julia Louis-Dreyfus, You Hurt My Feelings 

These categories are always difficult for me to pin down. For Ensemble, is it about the breadth of performers and the number of familiar people I am happy to see? For Director, is it the size of the production and the level of difficulty the shoot appeared to have? Those are all factors, but I think it comes down to weaknesses being nigh invisible in both categories. For example, in The Iron Claw, it was difficult to identify which actor stood out the most because they worked so well in tandem. In Past Lives, the camera work, performances, and writing aligned perfectly to support its theme in every moment. Barbie ended up being my final vote in both categories because Greta Gerwig's vision of Barbie Land was inspired and every member of the huge cast found a moment to shine.

More directors on my long list: Ben Affleck, Air; Matt Johnson, BlackBerry; Sean Durkin, The Iron Claw; David Fincher, The Killer; Martin Scorsese, Killers of the Flower Moon; Bradley Cooper, Maestro; Todd Haynes, May December

More ensembles on my long list: American Fiction, The Boys in the Boat, The Color Purple, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3, The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny, Leave the World Behind, Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One

Which stories felt clever, sharp, and authentic to the human experience? Which felt fresh with a unique point of view? Which created moments I've never seen before onscreen? Which explored its ideas with honesty, empathy, and thoroughness? It’s no coincidence 8 of these screenplay 10 nominations align with my picks for Best Film.

More screenplays on my long list: American Fiction, The Boys in the Boat, Freud’s Last Session, A Good Person, The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, The Iron Claw, The Killer, May December, Memory, Oppenheimer, Polite Society, You Hurt My Feelings

There’s no such thing as objectivity in criticism, but it really goes out the window when looking at these focused categories. Animated and Documentary films aren’t as plentiful as live-action narrative films, and I’m not naturally drawn to Horror and International films as much as other genres, though I’m trying to grow in those areas. (Seeing Cocaine Bear, Renfield, and A Haunting in Venice in theaters felt like big risks for me!) Not including My Big Fat Greek Wedding 3 on my ballot would have felt dishonest since I saw it three times in theaters, and Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour is one of the most fun theatrical experiences I’ve had in years. Perhaps my most unpopular vote this year was for Elemental over Spider-Verse—I'm one of the few people who liked but didn’t love that sequel.

More genre films on my long list: Cocaine Bear (Comedy), The Covenant (Action), The Equalizer 3 (Action), Extraction II (Action), Gran Turismo (Action), Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 (Action, Comedy), A Haunting in Venice (Horror), The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (Action), Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny (Action), Kandahar (Action), The Meg 2: The Trench (Action), Polite Society (Comedy), Renfield (Comedy), You Are So Not Invited to My Bar Mitzvah (Comedy), You Hurt My Feelings (Comedy)

In many ways, Stunts and Visual Effects are extensions of the Action Film category, with a few exceptions. The Iron Claw is a drama with insane wrestling stunts, and Polite Society is an action-comedy that centered on the art of stunt work.

More stunts on my long list: Creed III, Extraction II, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3, The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny, Kandahar, Sisu

More VFX on my long list: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3, John Wick: Chapter 4, M3GAN

This is where my Spotify Top 100 comes in handy. The Air, Barbie, BlackBerry, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3, and Priscilla soundtracks all charted for me this year, which made those votes no-brainers. Asteroid City, Creed III, Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny, and Past Lives all had soundtracks I spent time with as well, and May December’s score almost acts like a narrator, adding comedic and dramatic punch when needed.

More music on my long list: Creed III, A Good Person, The Iron Claw, The Killer, Killers of the Flower Moon, Leave the World Behind, Maestro, Oppenheimer, Wish

These come down to wow(!) factor, and the categories were some of the hardest to rank. I voted for Priscilla for Costume Design in the final round because I hoped that movie would win something, but to be honest, I adored the costumes in Barbie and Killers of the Flower Moon, too. Same with Production Design: I picked Asteroid City, but it's a three-way tie between Asteroid City, Barbie, and Killers for me.

More editing on my long list: Barbie, BlackBerry, The Iron Claw, Leave the World Behind, Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One, Missing, Oppenheimer

More cinematography on my long list: The Iron Claw, John Wick: Chapter 4, Killers of the Flower Moon, Leave the World Behind, May December

More costumes on my long list: Asteroid City, The Boys in the Boat, Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny, Oppenheimer

More production design on my long list: The Boys in the Boat, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3, Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny, The Iron Claw, The Killer, Maestro, Oppenheimer, Sisu

I saved Best Scene for last when picking my nominations since I'm better at remembering how a movie makes feel as a whole than its scenes. I started thinking through my favorite movies of the year, and these moments were the ones that left the biggest impressions (more wow factor!). Barbie’s scene of tricking the Kens made me laugh so hard I cried, but I happily voted for America Ferrera’s monologue in the end since it just made me cry, period.

More scenes on my long list: Killers of the Flower Moon, lots of choices!, Maestro, lots of choices!, May December, hot dogs; Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One, the train falling; Past Lives, bar conversation

See more about the St. Louis Film Critics Association picks for 2023 at STLFilmCritics.org.

[oldfangirl81]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

@sugdenlovesdingle this seemed to fun to pass up.

And I'm procrastinating writing.

How many works do you have on AO3? 50

What's your total AO3 word count? 115,555 (lots of wips)

What Fandom do you write for? Marvel, 9-1-1, 9-1-1 LS, Teen Wolf, Top Gun, DC comics, RWRB, Prodigal Son, Doctor Who, BtVS, Eureka, Due South and some SPN.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? High Flying Adventures in LA (Top Gun/911), 5 Times Tony Stark Did Not Want The Evil Person To Flirt With Him and 1 Time He Did Not Mind (Marvel/SPN/Doctor Who/True Blue), Walk Me Home (911/Eureka), Buster The Gay Dog (911), In The City (Top Gun/911/SWAT)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try but sometimes it does feel silly to just keep saying Thank you if there isn't anything else I can respond too.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? If I Fall (BtVS/Doctor Who). Look I was reading a lot of a certain kind of BtVS fic so this one has Xander deciding to join The Master.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Maybe Buster the Gay Dog (911) or A Thousand Good Stories (Top Gun/911 Lone Star). The first Eddie & Buck get together at the end. And the second Bradley & Jake are engaged by the end.

Do you get hate on fics? Rarely. But the funniest one to me was on the 5 Times Tony Stark fic. I was called both a misogynist and homophobic.

Do you write smut? If so what kind? I very rarely write true smut. I do fade to black often. I did write a fic once where Starfire gave Jason a blowjob in an alley. And I swear it isn't exactly what it sounds like but it is at the same time. She was trying to make him stop risking his life by giving him something to live for. Look there is a reason I don't write much smut in over a decade.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Yes, I write crossovers. It's kinda my thing really. As for the craziest one? I honestly don't know because a bunch are probably considered odd. Maybe the Marvel crossover with Red White & Royal Blue. Or maybe 9-1-1 and Eureka. Or maybe 9-1-1 Lone Star & Marvel. Or 9-1-1 Lone Star & DC comics. Or maybe my recent Danny Phantom and 9-1-1.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yup. It was copied word for word. But it was so long ago I couldn't actually tell which of my fics it was. It might even be one of the ones I orphaned in the years to follow because I don't touch that fandom anymore, nor do I want it associated with me.

Have you ever had a fic translated? I don't think so. I'm not against it.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope. The closest I've come was Tumblr RP over a decade ago now.

What's your all time favorite ship? I can't really pick. I rarely abandon ships for good. I still love Benton Fraser/Ray K, Blair Sandburg/Jim Ellison, Xander Harris/Spike, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Stiles/Derek Hale, Steve McGarret/Danny Williams, Danny Messer/Mac Taylor, Danny Messer/Don Flack, Kaylee Fyre/Simon Tam and most of those have been off the air for years and years now.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Something About That Boy (Marvel/BtVS) or Where Me Demons Hide? (Marvel/BtVS)

What are your writing strengths? I'd like to say my dialogue. And ridiculous chaotic plots in a fun way.

What are your writing weaknesses? Finishing a story before starting ten more. The non dialogue parts.

Thoughts on writing dialouge in another language in a fic? Be careful there be dragons there. I know I've done it in some fics. And a sentence here or there isn't the worst if you aren't fluent. But be open if someone ever corrects you. And more than that maybe find a beta that is fluent in whatever language you are hoping to add to the fic. I know google translate can be rough.

First fandom you wrote in? Ugh, I don't want to answer but if googling my penname is accurate it would have been May '05 so it appears to have been a Harry Potter and BtVs crossover.

Favorite fic you've written? Toss up between Won't You Come See About Me (Top Gun/Marvel) or Wild Angels (9-1-1 Lone Star/DC Comics). Both are WIPs that are NOT abandoned in the slightest.

If you read all this thanks for supporting my procrastination. And feel free to answer these questions yourself.

[cordyce]

ao’nung is frustrated.

at least, that’s what you’ve deduced from watching him sharpen his knife for the past ten minutes straight. if he keeps going, it might get as thin as a wish bone; threatening to snap at the slightest bit of pressure. as much as you’d find amusement in the sight of that, you’d rather not be in the crossfire when it happens.

“what’s got you caught in its net?” you ask, finally, as you drop the gear you’ve been mending while ao’nung simmers.

“funny,” he mutters, but mirth is not something found in his tone. another scrape, another grating. he does not look over at you.

“i know. i’m the funniest person alive. you should be grateful you have the opportunity to bask in my presence.”

it’s a ploy—a tease. like waving fresh bait in front of a young ilu but never tossing it into the water for them to eat. your tactic with ao’nung is always the same. push and pull and prod just enough that he bites back with less venom and more demure. because sarcasm is better than spite, in all regards.

except now, he doesn’t take it. now, he simply keeps his head tucked down, his lips pressed in a hard line. whittling at his knife and spouting invisible steam out of his ears.

you stand up, make your way over to him and bend slightly at the waist to slide your hands along his sloped shoulders. his muscles go taut—just a bit—at the initial contact of your palms, but relax a second later. not to their resting state, no, but leaving the field of caught off guard at the very least. you hum, lean down further as you dip your hands over his clavicles, across the upper half of his sternum.

“what is wrong, ao‘nung?” its sincere, this time. your question. because despite the dynamic between the two of you, you really do care—jokes and jabs aside.

this silence is different. you can tell by the twitch of his ears that he’s thinking; mulling something over on his tongue before he decides whether to spit it out or swallow it down. you can never guess which one it will be, not with him. he acts on whims, never strategy. there is no speculating his next move, so you simply don’t try to.

“there has been talk among the reef.” it’s all he says; all he gives. such a shell of a man, forcing you to pry open his jaws to reach the pearl within.

it is good that you’ve always been so skilled with your hands.

“there is always talk among the reef,” you chuckle, begin to fiddle with the necklace that’s strung around his neck. hooking your chin over the top of his head, you look down to watch as he grinds his knife once again. “you know they like to keep their minds busy with silly things.”

“it isn’t a silly thing.”

“oh? then tell me, what is so dire that it could have the great ao’nung this tense, hm?”

his hands falter for the first time, a pause in his rhythmic grazing. your brows furrow at that, create a hairline crease in the middle that only smooths out as he resumes his motions. scrape, scrape, scrape again. it’s like he’s doing it in sync with his heart. if you shifted your hand over just a tad, you suppose you could test that theory.

“it is talk of you.”

quiet. a mere grumble under his breath. if you were not leaned over him like this you would not have even heard him. such an odd twinge to his tone; laced with something you can’t quite decipher. can’t quite pick up on. it isn’t necessarily anger, but something flirting along the lines of it.

“me? don’t tell me you have went around spreading rumors that i am possessed by eywa’s evil sister again. i thought you stopped that when we were kids.” you laugh through it, because the jagged edges of his timbre are making your fingers itch. “you’re going to ruin my reputation.”

he scoffs. condescending, dismissive. normally you’d take that as a good sign; a call back to his regular grating demeanor. at this specific moment, however, you find annoyance in it.

“your reputation is fine,” he tilts, gives a particularly harsh press of his knife that makes you think this just might be the time where it snaps. miraculously, it doesn’t. “so completely fine.”

“then what could they possibly find reason to speak of me for?” you press, rubbing your thumb over the cord of his necklace, twisting it around your fingers. “i have not caused any trouble lately. haven’t set fire to any maruis. why, there’s nothing that i can think of that could possibly warrant—“

“they speak of your lack of mate.”

his hands are working harder, less refined. jaw clenching, deltoids growing stiff below you. it’s all starting to air itself out, his jaws have cracked open just enough that you can finally see the pretty pink pearl that rests on the bed of his tongue. but it is not enough, not yet.

“then all they speak is the truth,” you shrug over him, keep your gaze locked on his movements. you want to be sure, before you jump to the assumptions that are creating hurdles in your mind. “there is no harm in speaking of public knowledge.”

“they—“ he hitches, twists his face up like his next words are sour on his tastebuds, “they are voicing their thoughts on potentials for you. they think.. rotxo is the best option.”

“oh, yes. rotxo would be a fine potential mate.”

and, ah. there it is. the coup de grace.

ao’nung snaps his head around towards you so fast you hardly have time to lean back to avoid getting smacked in the chin by his skull. there’s a fissure between his brows, his eyes have widened past the aggravated slits they were before. his mouth is cracked open in disbelief, of the fact that you agreed with him or another matter, you aren’t sure. either way, it is clear now what has been getting under the heir’s skin.

he's jealous. and you can't help but find that the slightest bit amusing. it's not often you have ao'nung in the palm of your hand like this; akin to a bug squirming under the pad of your thumb with no clear route of escape. you think you can play this up, just a little.

"you do not think that," he states, like he needs to speak it into existence. like if he says it then it will ring true, change your mind.

(he doesn't need to change your mind, but he doesn't need to know that right now).

"why would i not?" you hum, tip your head like you're truly contemplating it. "he is sweet. has a tender heart. and he is always so quick to help me. he doesn't even complain. i think taking him as a mate would be a good decision."

"the only thing good about rotxo is his hair," ao'nung spouts, rolls his eyes at you as his face fills up with indignation. "stupid, pretty boy goody two shoes."

"oh, you're right! and he's nice to look at," you agree, nod your head right along with it, "how could i forget?"

his cheek dips; he's sucking it in between his teeth. you've really done it, you think. setting him off has never been so easy. sure, it’s never too hard to get him riled up in the middle of a bickering match. but like this? aggravated over, what, exactly? the thought of you with someone else?

maybe you’re enjoying this a bit too much.

“he is not your type.” a bold proclamation, ao’nung spits out. grasping for straws; searching blindly. “you would not go well with him.”

“i think he is my type, actually,” you dispute, and he’s stopped all his movements now. knife long forgotten as he seethes over every word you speak. “kind. loyal. good morals. easy on the eyes. yes, definitely my type. that checks off the list.”

he purses his lips, knots up his brows. “that cannot be the list.”

“no?” you peruse, play into him. he makes this too easy, really. “what do you think is on the list, then? moody? messy? long hair? a tendency to be mouthy? being the chief’s son?”

that earns you a shove off of him; a click for him to realize you’ve been fucking with him this entire time. biting back your shit eating grin would be impossible so you don’t even try to. nor do you stop the laughter that bubbles out of you as he goes back to his knife work and curses you under his breath.

you reach for him again except this time you walk around until you’re in front of him. one hand on his shoulder, you lean down to shove the knife and sharpener out of his hands and plop yourself right into the slot his crossed legs have made. his gaze is narrowed at you, his lips jutted. you simply smile—innocent, sweet—as you slide your hands around to cup the nape of his neck.

“i don’t think rotxo could handle me,” you murmur, sickeningly saccharine in such a direct contrast from seconds before. ao’nung doesn’t budge. “and the good ones are always so boring. if he was my mate, when would i ever get the chance to get up to trouble?”

“you are trouble,” ao’nung scoffs; acting annoyed, fed up. but his hands give him away as they meet the dimples of your lower back, as they slide up your spine to hold you secure so you don’t fall backwards.

his facade of pretending to not care has never been too full proof. there’s been cracks in that glass since day one.

“your trouble,” you grin. your fingers begin to draw circles along the back of his neck, tease at his hairline. “you made me this way, you know.”

“i made you nothing,” he rebuts. “you are the one who always comes up with the pesky ideas that get us scolded.”

“ah, you’re right,” you agree with a faux sigh. “humor and brains. i guess i’m the funniest and smartest person alive. truly, you should be honored.”

ao’nung rolls his eyes, peels his hands off of you. “forget ability, i do not wish to handle you now. rotxo can have you, for all i care.”

“oh?” you quirk, begin to stand up. “should i go see what he is up to—“

“sit,” ao’nung orders before you can rise no more than a few inches off of his lap; hands gripping your waist to tug you back down. the playfulness drains from his eyes, that annoyance—jealousy—flashes across sea foam irises for just a moment. “you are not funny.”

you bite the edge of your lip, making your grin turn slanted. he is so fun to tease, to toss around. his palms are warm on the dip of your waist. sliding your hands further back, you skim your finger along the side of the braid encasing his queue. faint, light. he tries to hide the shiver it causes but you pick up on it regardless. and that only makes you grin wider.

“they will speak of me until i choose a mate,” you hum as you lean closer to him, minimize the distance between your faces. “rotxo is not the only name that will be paired with mine. they all like to place their bets, you know.”

“their bets are stupid,” ao’nung mutters; gruff and rumbling out of his chest as his attention flickers, falters, the closer you get.

being this close is nothing new. being this touchy is nothing new, either. but it’s almost like your skin is buzzing, your energies feeding off one another in the moment that sends you tumbling into a smug streak. or maybe, that’s just the power ao’nung holds over you and you’re scared to admit it.

“you only think they’re stupid because your name is being outnumbered in the betting pool.” maybe that’s a little mean, but it’s fun. your fingertips are heavier now, more directed as you trace the divots of his braid with one hand and gauge the rise and fall of his chest with the other. “if you were winning, would they be stupid then?”

“i am winning,” ao’nung conveys, so sure and lacking any sense of doubt in the slightest; a variance from a few moments before. and that, well, that actually makes you falter—for just a second.

“and how do you figure that?” you mumble out the question into the minute slot between the two of you. bated and breathy.

ao’nung hooks an arm around your waist, his other hand sliding up to grip the hinge of your jaw. not harsh, not rough, but firm. cradling you carefully but securely; solidly. your breath hitches, your fingers pause on their skimming across his queue encasing.

“because i am the only one who gets to do this,” he says. blunt and honest and certain as he closes the gap severing you.

he kisses you full and deep and warm. he kisses you like he has not eaten in days and you are the one thing that can sate his hunger. he kisses you like the ocean kisses the shore; yearning and all consuming, and rushing back once more as soon as their lips must part.

and he does; chase your lips as you pull back to catch your breath. places one, two, three pecks there before he deems it a safe retreat. his eyes are lidded, but no longer from frustration. that signature crooked, haughty smirk of his is curved into his pale lips. and instead of smacking it off, you’re considering how many more kisses it would take to wipe it away.

“oh yeah,” he chuckles, lips brushing over yours as he’s already leaning in again. “so winning.”

and you can’t help but agree.

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Shapeshifting MC - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC

A/N: this one is for @beansandmorebeans! I’m supposed to wake up in a few hours to go help out my mom at work, but I’ve decided you’ve all been deprived of content for too long :) Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes :) requests are open!

❤️Julian❤️

The first time he sees you shapeshift he shrieks

Does not understand how you just did that

He has a lot of trouble accepting even minor forms of magic, so you changing literally everything about your anatomy terrifies him at first

Of course that terror is overtaken by his curiosity

He wants to know how much of your internal structures shift to match your outer structure

Like an octopus has multiple hearts, so if you shift into one, does that mean you also have multiple hearts? Or do you maintain your human physiology?

He’s probably not getting any answers, because there’s no real way to find out without some very invasive experiments that you most definitely would not be okay with

Overall he just kind of accepts that it’s something you can do, but if anyone else can do it then he’ll still be incredibly skeptical of them (this is solely a you thing, in his mind, if that makes sense)

He loves when you shift into other people to help him rehearse scenes for whatever show he’s going to be in

And he adores the fact that you can get away with so much without being caught

He’ll always be absolutely terrified when you turn into a typically aggressive animal, and will never not scream in the highest pitch you’ve ever heard

So it’s best not to lounge around the house as a lion

🧡Portia🧡

She’s absolutely delighted to find out that you can shapeshift, but disappointed to learn that it’s not something she can learn to do as well

With that being said, she likes to request different animals to see you shift into them

She’s always super excited to see a new animal; the thrill never wears off

Whenever you turn into a cat, she always squeals in delight and tries to see if you can Pepi can communicate

She’s super supportive of you being whatever or whoever makes you most comfortable

So whenever she comes home to see a strange person or animal lounging around the house, she doesn’t even look twice

With your assistance, she’s pulling a long running prank on Julian— who doesn’t know your a shapeshifter— by asking you to look like a different person every time she meets up with him

She introduces you as her partner every time, and pretends that you’ve always looked that way to confuse him

The poor man has stayed up for nights on end trying to figure out what’s going on

Portia thinks it’s the funniest thing ever (and it is)

💛Lucio💛

Immediately planning how he can use your powers to his advantage

The pranks he could pull, the political figures he could gaslight, the controversies he could start… so many options

He makes sure to introduce you to plenty of powerful authorities of foreign nations so you can impersonate them whenever you please

Is that morally correct? No. But he thinks it’s funny

Technically you could also use your powers for good, but you’ll need to be the one to decide to do that, because Lucio thinks the path of evil would be much more entertaining

If you wanna give him a taste of his own medicine, feel free to shapeshift into him and make a fool of yourself in public

Or shift into one of his beloved animals, and when he comes to pet you, shift into something really big and scary

When the two of you aren’t causing problems, he likes to ask you to shift into whatever beautiful creature comes to mind

This can be anything from a peacock to a lion depending on the day

If you’re up for it, he’d love to brag about your powers to anyone who will listen

You’re the absolute coolest, and he wants everyone to know it

💚Muriel💚

He’s permanently worried that you’ll shift into something really small and he’ll accidentally squish you

Like he won’t even kill mosquitos anymore, even if you’re literally standing beside him

He’s just a tad paranoid, the poor dear

He prefers when you shift into larger animals

Especially ones he doesn’t have to worry about harming, like bears

Honestly prefers to cuddle you when you’re in the form of a giant cuddly animal

Inanna is also a huge fan of this

It freaks Muriel out a bit when you shift into other people

It stresses him out, so he asks that you don’t change your human form too often

If you’d like to shift into a smaller animal, he’d like to carry you around on his shoulder so he knows where you are

Also asks if you can shift into a chicken to tell him what his chickens are gossiping about

💙Asra💙

Thinks your abilities are absolutely amazing, and is constantly encouraging them

If you’re not around, he talks to every animal as if it were you

He does this to some people too, but only if they look like a form you’ve shifted into before— it can be pretty awkward

One time you went on a trip alone that lasted a few days longer than expected

When you came home, you found Asra cuddled up with a very friendly raccoon that he had accidentally mistaken for you

He doesn’t like to talk about that incident, but it’s one of your favourite memories

Since he’s so supportive, shifting forms dozens of times throughout the day feels perfectly natural for you (assuming there’s no energy/magic strain)

No matter what form you’re in, Asra absolutely loves to cuddle with you

Big animals are perfect for curling up against, smaller ones can be cradled close to his chest, and human forms are just right for the good old fashioned types of cuddles

Faust’s favourites are the big animals with lots of fur or hair because you make a perfect bed for her

💜Nadia💜

She’s very curious about the nature of shapeshifting

She wants to know everything about it, such as its limits, combinations, and fundamental anatomy changes

But mostly she just enjoys your incredible magic

She makes sure you have plenty of clothes that are loose, adjustable, or easy to remove so that you don’t accidentally destroy them when you shapeshift

She also makes sure your room is very accessible regardless of your physical form

Whenever she’s alone and an animal approaches her, she makes polite conversation with it, just in case it’s actually you

She asks that you not impersonate anyone she personally knows, as it makes her a bit uncomfortable

The only exception is if you want to impersonate an ignorant jerk who annoyed her to make fun of them in private

Perhaps her favourite form that you can take is that of a bird

Watching you fly high in the sky, completely free of the world below you is very inspiring to her

[tojiot]

ooh have about the main three with the fake dating trope :D

fake dating the main three

gn!reader, cursing here and there, typos and grammatical errors to be edited, past tense - present tense swerving to be fixed.

note: i was on vacation for 2 days without internet and i have bakugo's done in my notes but my phone died before i can even save it :D this will be kinda long because i went ahead of myself and detailed it exactly how i want. this is not betaed. please do tell me if there's a non they/them pronouns in here. hope you'll enjoy this!

requests are: open!

ㅡ bakugo

i spent the whole day thinking about how he'll agree to fake date. let's just say he's the one in need.

his mom has been bothering him for a long time now. she wants to see katsuki bring home a partner for them to meet.

it's a pain in the ears and he's very TIRED so he decided to just fake date somebody.

the only person he can tolerate in class a aside from kirishima is you. he doesn't care about the other extras.

he'll search for you in the heights' lounge area and ask to talk.

"hey, can we talk?" he grumbles, "uhh, sure? do you want to talk here or somewhere private?" "somewhere private."

when you guys are in a more private area, he'd glare at you for a minute, it'll make you wonder if you did something wrong, before finally speaking.

"date me for a fucking day."

you'll snort at what he said and laugh thinking it was a joke but the annoyed and impatient look on his face says otherwise.

"wait.. are you for real?" "what do you think, shithead?"

bakugo trusts you so much that you have this significant role to play in his life.

you agreed, of course. it's the bakugo katsuki asking for your help. a once in a lifetime chance. (you just like him, stop making things up)

he brings you to the bakugo household the day after and his house is BIG big.

mitsuki, his mom, welcomes you with a big smile and a hug. he then glares at his son, "WHY ARE YOU ONLY BRINGING THIS PRETTY LITTLE CREATURE NOW, YOU BRAT?" "SHUT UP, OLD HAG! BE NICE OR I AIN'T BRINGING THEM HERE NO MORE."

masaru, who's just sitting there at the couch like nothing's happening, gives you a wave.

the dinner was good. his mom's a great cook, his father's a chatterbox. what surprised you the most was how quiet katsuki is. you're not sure why. maybe he's like this at home? quiet, calm, just serene.

"it's not everyday i see a person who can tame my brat of a son. i can see why he likes you, (y/n)." his mom beams at you, "you're pretty, a kind little one too. take care of my son, will ya?"

not knowing what to say, you smiled at her and said what's currently inside your mind, "if he'll let me, i'll take care of him for the rest of my life." you looked down, "but knowing katsuki, he doesn't need anyone to take care of him. he's strong and independent and he knows it. it'll hurt his pride if someone helps him without him asking them to." you smiled to yourself, "i just hope he knows that when he needs me, i'll always be here for him."

mitsuki smiled at you in awe. you have the mother's approval, congrats!

katsuki just stared at you with furrowed eyebrows, masaru pats his back, "good job, son. i'm happy for you."

he then murmured a protest before drinking his water.

time passed by and it's eventually your time to say goodbye to the bakugos.

mitsuki hugs you for the last time and ask you to come have dinner with them again, masaru pats your head and thanks you for being there for his son.

both of you were in a car provided by the school for safety protocols when he spoke, "did you mean it?"

you looked at him, confused, "mean what?" "what you said earlier to my mom, shithead. did you mean it?" "well, yeah. i mean it when i say i'll always be here for you."

he wore this unreadable and unclear expression on his face. he looks mad? confused? no one knows.

"why?" he asked, "why what?" "WHY DO YOU KEEP MAKING ME REPEAT MYSELF. WHY DID YOU SAY IT?" "YOU'RE A FRIEND OF MINE, THAT'S IT."

he chuckled bitterly, "a friend. that's fucking funny. i literally though you also like me for a second."

huh.. what does he mean? also? you laughed nervously, "hey, did i hear you right? thought i heard 'also' there."

"you're fucking dense, aren't you? do you want me to scream it straight at your face? i fucking like you."

you froze. yes, but embarrassment caught up and you covered your reddened face, "WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY CONFESSING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT? WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO SAY?"

"I AIN'T EXPECTING YOU TO SAY ANYTHING, SHITHEAD!" "I LIKE YOU TOO!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP I DON'T WANT YOUR PITY OF A CONFESSION." "IT'S NOT A PITY OF A CONFESSION BUT FINE! I DON'T LIKE YOU." "OKAY THEN. I'M BRINGING SOMEONE ELSE NEXT DINNER AND TELL THE OLD HAG WE BROKE UP." "NOOOOOOO!!"

ㅡ todoroki

i was contemplating whether to have him help fake date or have him need help. it's fitting if he's the one in need so i decided just that.

he might seem dense and clueless most of the time but he's the epitome of evilness.

he talks about you all the time that's why fuyumi has taken a liking to you and asked shoto to invite you to dinner with them.

shoto sees this as a chance. he'll take advantage of the situation because he knows you won't say no.

he goes to where you are sitting, "i apologize but my sister, fuyumi, she thinks we're dating. she wants to invite you to dinner at our house later." he said that with a straight face but this mf is smirking on the inside.

"uhhh, okay? sure? but uhm, why would she think we're dating?" "she thinks everyone close to me is dating me. she's like that.. yes. fuyumi likes you the most, i think. that's.. uh, that's why she's inviting you to dinner." (I HC HIM AS A BAD LIAR)

sounds suspicious and weird, but okay? you have a lot of question in mind.

"i would go. but how should i act? why didn't you tell her we aren't dating though?" "i don't want to disappoint my sister. you can act like you're dating me, if it's fine with you. just for a day."

"sure, sure! just tell me where and what time. i'll be there." "no, you can come with me. we'll go there together."

he brings you to the todoroki household after class. their house is soooo pretty. it's a traditional japanese house.

fuyumi was the first one to greet you, with her sparkling eyes and bright smile, she held both your hands gently and said, "i'm so glad you came! i've been wanting to ask shoto to have you come eat with us. thank you for coming!"

natsuo jogged from the back and gave you a cool wave, "hey, (y/n). how was it dealing with shoto?"

you faked sighed, "awful. how did you deal with him for the last 16 years?" "we never did." "oh.... OH NO I'M SORRY!" "HAHAHA. it's fine, i'm just kidding. no biggie."

enji won't be home for the day. he's busy doing number 1 hero works.

the dinner was fun. it was the funniest dinner you have ever had.

shoto's quietness is the exact opposite of natsuo's talkativeness. that man is talkative and funny as fuck. throwing jokes everywhere. it was entertaining.

all shoto did was take care of you. he serves you all the food you point at, gets you water, he even went too close for comfort and wiped a stain just above your lips. it made you blush, yes. you don't know why but it left you lightheaded. (you're in love with him, that's why)

fuyumi.. our beautiful and beloved fuyumi.

she exposed his brother's ass.

"aww. you guys are so cute together. ah! (y/n), do you remember that time when.. uhm, kaminari was it? i forgot his name but do you remember that time where he told you, midoriya, and the girls to wear a maid costume for the festival because your class is having a maid cafe booth? shoto told me you were so pretty that time! he hated how the boys in your class looked at you like you were some sweet treat, isn't that right, shoto?"

"and do you remember when you fought bakugo at the sports festival? where it was a close fight and you gave him a hard time? shoto said you won if the decision was up to him and that you were so cool!"

and she went on and on.

shoto was red as a tomato (or even redder) beside you. he was clutching his pants as if he was asking the floor to just eat him up.

you decided to ask him about this later to not uncover the fake dating plan.

dinner ended after a little talking, fuyumi gave you leftovers to take home which you will not reject because her cooking is divine, and asked you to come again after giving you a big and warm hug.

natsuo gave you a high five and thanked you for coming. he also thanked you for laughing at his jokes. he feels like he's very funny now.

both said goodbye to shoto.

the journey back to the heights was quiet but not awkward. it seems like shoto knew you have a lot in mind.

you spoke when he's about to open the main door. "what was that?" he looked at you with a confused expression, "the one at dinner."

"ah, if it isn't obvious yet after my sister opened her mouth, i like you. i have been for a long time now." he said that with a deadpan expression, "it annoyed me at first, it annoyed me that you're in my mind whenever i try to sleep, you're in my mind everytime i wake up. it annoyed me that i want nothing more than to hold you near me, hold your hands, warm you up with my fire everytime you feel cold, hug you, kiss you." he sighed frustratedly, "i just want to do everything with you... i'm sorry. i'm not good with words."

WELL YOU DID NOT EXPECT HIM TO BE THIS STRAIGHTFORWARD.

but again, this is todoroki shoto.

"..what? shoto... i didn't know you felt that way. why didn't you tell me?" you asked him concernedly, you lifted your hand to hold his face but stopped halfway thinking maybe he doesn't want to be touched.

but then he held your hand and guided it to hold his face, "i didn't actually plan to confess but when people started talking about how good of a hero you'd become in the future and when everyone started saying they all want to date you, that's when i decided it's now or never." he looked at your eyes, "i don't want to lose this chance. that's why i started telling fuyumi stories about you and asking her what to do."

"is that why your sister thought we were dating?" "yes. she knows about how i feel for you. she told me to confess and i told her i did and that it went well. i lied to her. i don't know why."

you coughed, "so, she doesn't really think everyone close to you is dating you?" "yes." "you lied to me?" "yes, i apologize."

"you could have told me you like me too!?" "it's not that easy to confess. plus, i really wanted to know how everything will go. it went well, i'm satisfied. you like me too, right?" "i do, shoto. i like you so much." he smiled at you, that rare fucking smile he knows is pretty, "that's enough for me."

"BUT YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF EVERYTHING?" "yes. yes, i did." "WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU!!?" "date me, (y/n)" "OKAY!"

ㅡ midoriya

a lot of guys from the other class have been bothering you. they kept on asking for your number and stuff. one even sent you flowers and a box of chocolates.

you appreciate it if you're being honest. what you don't appreciate is them sticking to you the whole lunch.

you told mina what's happening and she told you that the best shot of getting off those admirers of yours is to date somebody.

you don't wanna to that though. aside from focusing on studies, you have feelings for this certain someone with green messy hair and freckles. you don't want to date someone just to use them and lie to them.

"you know, what if you just get your shit together and confess to midoriya?" "MINA, BE QUIET! SOMEONE MIGHT HEAR YOU!" "confess to midoriya!" she whispired.

"or just ask him to date you until your followers stop following you around?" kaminari interjects, "what, you mean like, fake date him?" "yeah. something like that." "you're really useful sometimes, aren't you?" "shut up, mina."

you've thought about it all night. would izuku think i'm using him? would he reject the idea? would he be mad about it?

after contemplating, you finally went out of your room and walked straight at his door. he opened it with a smile after 3 knocks.

"hey, (y/n)! how can i help you?"

you looked at him nervously. what you were about to ask is a big part to act. "i will get straight to the point. some people from the other classes have been bothering me for a while now. they keep on following me and asking for my number even though i rejected them all the time. i want to ask you if you could date me? IT'S FAKE! OF COURSE. will you please fake date me until they get off me? i, uh, i'm not taking advantage of your kindness. i promise. right?" you said with a shaking voice.

he laughed at your rambling, "no need to be nervous, (y/n)! i would love to do the honors and fake date you! it's like an undercover hero mission. it's so cool! when do we start?"

you smiled at his enthusiasms. izuku is really the kindest person here on earth. you told him what to do, who those people are, etc. your fake dating starts tomorrow.

izuku was waiting outside your door when you opened it, he has his usual beaming smile when you saw him, "hi, (y/n)! ready to start our mission?" he's surely so into this whole thing.

you both walked down the lounge area holding each other's hand. everyone was gaping at the sight except todoroki who remained munching on his sandwich and bakugo who, well, "fucking finally you idiots." he said.

izuku let go of your hand and held both his hands up while shaking his head in a panicky manner, "no, no! we're just fake dating. i'm helping (y/n) get rid of their admirers! they said it was bothering them!"

"okay. but (y/n), why deku?" the motherfucker was smirking at you. todoroki, bless him, caught the panic in your eyes and called bakugo off. "that's enough, bakugo. leave them alone." "tsk! fucking icyhot a fucking killjoy."

most of your admirers stopped following you after they saw you holding hands with izuku. he's been doing a lot for you. he tried to tie your hair at training and brought you water. nothing much happened inside the classroom because everyone knows it's just a show. lots of outsiders believe you're dating izuku. some still bothers you from time to time especially at lunch.

you were sitting with bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, and of course, izuku, when a group of 3 went to your table (they're brave. no one would come bother bakugo's table because everyone's terrified of him.)

"hey, (y/n). can you give me your number now? i just wanted to get to know you better." "(y/n) give me your number! i'll send you lots of chocolates. i promise!" "they're liars but i'm not. i'd take you to your favorite movie this sunday of you'll give me your number?"

you pursed your lips in an annoyed manner, your friends are here and they're embarrassing you. you were about to speak when izuku beats you to it, "please stop bothering (y/n). it's obvious that my partner doesn't want to give you their number."

the group stared at each other with bewildered expressions on their faces, one looked at izuki and asked, "partner? you mean, combat partner or boyfriend? (y/n)'s dating someone?"

izuku wore a prideful expression on his face, "yes, i am their boyfriend and they're dating someone. that's why with all due respect, please leave them alone."

the 3 backed out and apologized. not everyone has the same personality as mineta. the person who seemed like their leader walked forward and bowed, "we're so sorry. we should've stopped when they rejected us the first time. they're just so intriguing that's why we wanted to know more about them. we're really sorry." with that, they left.

you faced izuku and thanked him. it was nice to finally walk and look around without seeing unfamiliar faces follow you. "thank you so much, izuku! you saved me. really."

he smilled at you, "it's nothing! i'd do anything for (y/n)." izuku froze at what he said and started chuckling anxiously, "i.. i didn't mean it like that! hahaha! but if you need anything, i, uhm, i'd always be glad to help." you stared at him and said, "me too, izuku. i'd always be glad to help you! you can come to me everytime you need something." he blushed at what you said.

"FUCKING IDIOTS JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY! I'M TIRED OF HEARING BOTH YOUR SHIT! CONFESS TO EACH OTHER GODDAMNIT!" "oi bakugo. that's not how to do it." "SHUT UP SHITTY HAIR!" "bakugo, you're too noisy." "YOU HALF AND HALF BASTARD I'M TIRED OF YOU TOO!"

izuku coughed tensely, "(y/n), can i talk to you outside? i just need to tell you something." you nodded, "of course!" you both stood up and left the table of wild animals.

when the two of you got outside, izuku's hands were obviously shaking so without a thought, you held it. "are you okay?" "I AM... i am." "why are you acting like this? did something happen?" you asked worriedly.

"no, everything's fine. i just.. i don't know how it started but i just woke up one day thinking how i'd love you to be mine. i want to walk you to school, i want to tell everyone i'm your boyfriend, i want to kiss you good night. haha, is it to much to ask, (y/n)? i like you a lot." he told you that nervously, the boy was shaking and sweating.

"i can't believe it... izuku, i like you too. oh god, are you serious?" "i am, haha! i didn't know you feel the same. i'm really happy!" "i didn't know you feel the same too! half of our classmates knew that i like you. katsuki's just too noisy. he literally told everyone when you did extra training." "(y/n).. kacchan also knows about my feelings for you! he told todoroki and kirishima. is that why he's so persistent in getting us together?" "i don't know. that's just how he is."

you both were awkward as fuck but izuku asked if you'd like to date for real and you said yes.

when you came back to the table, it was bakugo who spoke first, "are you idiots finally together?" you replied to him with a middle finger which aggravated the blondie, "YOU FUCKER!"

[nikethestatue]

"So it’s interesting--is Feyre narration completely skewed? Or SJMs writing is so inconsistent that it’s truly all over the place?"

It is definitely the last for me. In case of Nesta and Elain i just accepted that she’s not going to give us a valid reason why the two of them were so on the 1st book or why they acted as they did. Or let’s say she’s only given us half an answer.

I once read in a post that she said in an interview she had planned for Nesta and Elain actually to be these typical evil step sisters only later she decided that the two will play a bigger role.

So yeah if that is really the case i have my answer to why Nesta and Elain’s dovelopment was that twisted/strange however you want to word it because it wasn't even planned to happen.

And don't get me wrong it is completly fine for any writer to chance their minds about the plot and characters but when you write a serie and one part is already published then you need to build up that chance or give a valid reason why, espacially when it is a big chance. It is a differnt if you want to chance the color of a dress our a whole characters or the plot. If you think twice Sjm isn't doing any of it she just let it stand in the room.

Sjm messed up/twisted whole characters because she threw her chance of mind just in the room and let it just stand around. Mor, Elain, Nesta, Lucien... He is a good examples.

You can't tell me Sjm still have (or had) a soild plan for him. First his character chance in from acotar (#give me acotar Lucien back). The question of his first love interest. First Jesminda then it should have been Nesta and now Elain as his mate. Then the thing with his real fahter. Correct me if i am wrong but wasn't it said when Feyre was Utm that Lucien looks similar to Beron? And now it is like nooo you have so many similarities with Helion. Like okay but what now?? How can Feyre see the connection so quickly but the other who lives for over hundert years miss it?

Sometimes it is even the plot that makes no scence.

Why do we need a whole plan in acomaf to get the Veritas but in acosf it is like hey you need music np i have the veritas 💃. I truly belive Sjm just wanted to write the throne scene and needed a reason for the IC to attempt HC XD and don't get me started with Acosf. Acosf is actually a Novella but is tyring so hard to be a novel that you got that mess of a plot. I could nearly cry so much wasted potential on so many levels.

Sorry for the rant and negativity you ruin pretty much every book if you think too deeply about it but some points are just too obvious with Sjm. You see when thinkinc twice what she really planned through and what she didn’t.

I absolutely agree- i think it's totally fine to change your mind as an author, but at the same time, going forward, you need to think about tying all the loose end then.

LOL--I know. The stealing of the Veritas was the funniest thing in the world.

Azriel: Hey Rhys, you totally don't need to be there. I am a spy and shadowsinger. I'll just go and grab the Veritas. There is so much crap in there, no one will notice.

Rhys: No, no. Feyre and I need to be there. She needs to be basically naked, writhing on my lap,

Azriel: But...why?

Rhys: It's important.

Azriel: ...

Rhys: Just trust me, there is no other way to get the orb.

Azriel: No, no there definitely is! Mor could get it. Remember, she is Queen of Hewn City. She can take the orb and,

Rhys: Absolutely not. It won't work unless Feyre is on my lap.

But yeah, essentially, SJM fixated on a scene and come hell or high water, she wanted to write it. Don't get me wrong, it was a sexy scene, but it made no sense.

With the sisters...why can't she just make it better? you know. Just take a little time, do some flashbacks, have some dialogue. Shouldn't be that difficult to make this happen and make it make some sense.