#unless of course that fight is one you know you’ll win. punk ass

[tysonfurybattlepass]

Hey here's a hot take that you might disagree with but it's in my brain so I'm sharing it anyways: there's a strong possibility that Spade King did NOT, in fact, lock up the other three kings. Like, Seam uses the passive voice to talk about the incident "...And three of the kings were locked away. The remaining king...", and the other three kings don't mention anything about Spade King either. So yes, it's still possible that Spade King locked them up, but that passive voice stuff seems intentional, and what with the fact that they're *still* locked up as well even though Spade King is very much not in power...I feel like something's up. What that is I have no idea, but fuck.

this would make the whole ch1 situation even funnier because it implies that spade didnt even contribute to the coup that put him in power. the knight had to do it for him. if this is true then king spade is canonly 0-3. has not won a single fight that wasnt against a ten year old. the knight knew his ass couldn’t beat the other kings in a fight so they did it for him. he didn’t feel like being responsible for the child he willingly had so he passed the kid off to the least competent person available and called it a day. THEN he spent the entire chapter trying to avoid having to leave his house or get his hands dirty with teenager blood, to the point of getting his own third grader son to play hitman and do it for him. this man will die kicking and screaming before he will be forced to act on his own behalf god bless

[junowritings]

Howdy do~! I have a little request to ask. I love what you did with Ruggie, Azul, and Deuce reacting to their fem!s/o protecting them in a fight. Could you please do the same scenario with Riddle, Leona and Jamil? Please and thanks!

I'm so happy you liked them~! I've already finished Riddle who can be found here! I hope you enjoy these~!

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Leona

♡ Leona’s one of those people that you don’t always mess with unless you A. Know what you’re doing, or B. know the exact point when to ease up before things go too far. With that being said it’s really fun to try and get a rise out of him if you’ve got the guts for it; however there’s a big difference between some playfully tricks and being downright malicious - and it’s the people with malicious intentions that definitely need to watch what they say and do when in his presence.

♡ Sure, Leona may be pretty lazy at times (a lot of the time, actually), which has sometimes led to a couple hot-shots underestimating the dorm leader and thinking that it’s a great idea to try and work their way up the pecking order by going through him. More than once he’s had to handle a couple of cocky first years, so overconfident in their abilities that they believe they can pick a fight with him and win. In such cases, he’s swift to nip that in bud and remind them that he’s the head of Savanaclaw for a reason, and uses them to prove as an example to any other people who think it’s a wise idea. This makes it so that altercations are few and far between, so chances are if someone’s gonna have enough of a problem with him to try to fight him, it’s gonna be from another dorm.

♡ The first indication that something’s happening is when some punk has the audacity to shoulder check him in the hallway, making eye contact the whole time as if to flaunt that it was intentional. It’s immature, and frankly he’s feeling generous enough to give them one chance to walk away as he elects to ignore them and keep walking. They don’t like that one bit and Leona hears them grumbling to themselves as they whirl around on their heel and move to stride back over to him again. Their attempt to pull the same trick twice backfires when he grabs their shoulder and shoves it away without even looking, only sparing a glance in their direction to flash an unamused scowl as he warns them to think twice before he loses his patience - not a threat, a promise.

♡ It falls on deaf ears, the “what the fuck is your problem?” they throw at him painfully ironic as they advance on him, squaring their shoulders in an attempt to look intimidating as though hoping he’ll cower. But Leona’s no cub, and certainly no coward, and so he steps up to the challenge, straightening up and rising easily to his full height as he steps forward, glaring down at them as his scowl morphs into a full on snarl. Leona doesn’t even give them the chance to try and land a hit - the second they pull up their fist he bats it away, watching them stumble and try again.

♡ They keep trying, managing to at least nail him in the shoulder before he starts taking the fight seriously. This time the student tries to get a kick in, and no sooner has their boot made contact Leona counters with a kick of his own, hitting them hard enough that they buckle, cussing him out as they grapple for his hair, yanking hard and attempting to bring him down with them. He hisses, baring his teeth and jabbing at the crook of their elbow only getting angrier the longer they hold on. He’s just about done contemplating how he’s gonna end up sending them to the infirmary when someone else finally intervenes, having spotted the confrontation as they rounded the hallway.

♡ Another set of hands dives into the fray, untangling the student’s grip on his hair until they let go long enough for Leona to whip his head back out of their range. Chances are he’d have dived right back into the fight were it not for the fact that someone stepped between them - you, to be specific. You look pissed - at first Leona thinks it's aimed towards him, but then you whirl round, leaning down to yank the student up by the crook of their arm and pulling them with you till they’re far enough away from Leona. At that point you relinquish your grip, giving them a rough shove for good measure; they give you a seething look, but your only response is “Be lucky I’m not letting him finish this fight - Get lost.” as you jab a thumb towards the dorm leader as if to support your argument.

♡ The student huffs, but ultimately storms off pouting like an insolent child not getting their way; the pair of you watch him leave before a groan directs your attention back to Leona. He runs a hand through his hair, massaging the part that was yanked with a dissatisfied grumble. Maybe he’d feel better if he’d gotten a few more punches in, but now that it’s over the ache from where the hand had been is getting on his nerves, but it’s nothing he hasn’t experienced before and is just fine shrugging it off.

♡ You aren't, however; a tentative hand comes to rest over where he’d been touching, hesitant at first till you’re sure that he’s not going to move away from you. Your touch is significantly more gentle, and gone is that miffed look from earlier, now replaced with something a little more fonder. Leona hasn’t been privy to your anger often - exasperation, sure, he’s done plenty to see that side of you, but anger is another thing. Your fingers ghost over a soft spot and his mouth twitches at the discomfort, almost unnoticeable if you weren’t close, and just like that your expression turns stern as you muse out loud that maybe you should’ve let him kick their ass after all, That gains you a toothy grin in response, one that remains on his face even as he guides your hand away from his head and stands back up.

Jamil

♡ Even after the overblot incident Jamil’s still picking up the pieces. Regaining the trust of his dormmates was challenging enough - it took a lot of time of being mindful of his actions and helping others to even start the process of getting them to look at him without being wary of him breaking again. And even then he’s still working to rebuild the faith that they once had in him, as arduous of a road that is, though Kalim’s open forgiveness certainly helped; it’s a long journey that’s going to take longer than just a few weeks, a fact Jamil is acutely aware of.

♡ However there’s still a good number of people who don’t trust him, and he has yet to miss the glares and wary glances casted his way when they believe he’s not looking. He can feel the eyes on his back, tense and hesitant as if waiting for him to trip up and reveal some other nefarious plot; he doesn’t blame them of course - in their position, he’d be equally as cautious, however the unrest still builds, and Jamil knows it’s only a matter of time before someone moves in to bury the proverbial dagger. Until someone actually decides to act there’s little more he can do than carry on and handle that inevitable confrontation once it comes.

♡ It seems he’s not the only one who notices the tension however. After the initial incident you begin visiting Jamil more and more often, going out of your way to spend a little more time together with him. You’re worried about him, that much is obvious, but it comes from a place of affection rather than malice compared to his interaction with others, so Jamil more than welcomes the company. He’s familiar with your protective nature, both because he’s perceptive and because he’s seen it for himself; you value your relationships with others highly, and he knows you’ll do anything to keep those same people protected. Your additional presence seems to ward off some of the seething glares, and helps to alleviate some of the tension Jamil carries around.

♡ But you can’t always be there, and it’s one of those times that you’re not that things end up coming to a head. Jamil expects a confrontation - what he doesn’t expect is for them to try and take him by surprise, taking advantage of a moment where he’s alone. He hears the footsteps running up behind him, and he has just enough time to sidestep to the far side of the corridor before a student goes running past him, tripping over their own feet after being thwarted from their would-be punch. When Jamil looks back to check where the student had come from there’s several others racing to close the distance right alongside their friend, looking equally enraged as they approach. One person Jamil can handle, perhaps two or three; however there’s enough to know he’s outnumbered and Jamil, though he loathes the thought of fleeing, knows a fight he can’t win on his own when he sees one.

♡ Two sets of hands grapple for him but he twists out of their grip with ease, already working to generate some distance between him and the others as he eyes them cautiously. He attempts to gauge if there’s any chance of them giving up now that they don’t have the element of surprise on their side; it's not that easy however, and once they begin attempting to approach again a vicious back and forth begins. They’re hissing threats and other obscenities, which works in his favor since they’re more focused on yelling instead of putting all their effort into catching him. Even so the distance is gradually closing, and with the lack of people around to intervene things aren’t looking up anytime soon.

♡ Right when one of them tries to take another grab however, a loud shout breaks through the voices, and just as suddenly the students are yanked back and away from him. There’s yelling and struggling, and Jamil’s taken aback to find out that the people jumping to his aid are none other than his fellow Scarabia students, who seem just as surprised at what’s going on. Who doesn’t look surprised however is you - you look absolutely miffed as you storm over to one of the apprehended students and shove them back for good measure, using every inch of your willpower to bite back the cusses you so badly want to say once you realize exactly what’s going on.

♡ Jamil’s startled by the turnout, though he gets little more than a word in before you’re talking. “I swear, I leave your side for a minute and some jerks think they can attack you! And how is a whole group against one person fair?! Huh?!” You hurl that question at the group, who flounder under your words with no leg to stand on. Their lack of reasoning or response only fuels your anger, and you take a step towards them as you add, “Even think about doing this again - to anyone - and you’ll answer to me, okay?”

♡ That gets a chorus of anxious nods along with pleads to let them off the hook. You cast a glance behind you at Jamil seeking his verdict; he sighs but gives a nod and the Scarabia students let release their hold on the group and give them a wide enough berth to start retreating. It isn’t until the last ones out of your line of sight that you relax, rubbing your temples with a deep exhale. “Man, just wait until Kalim hears about this.” At that Jamil responds, the protests of informing the excitable dorm head of the event already forming when you turn to ask him if he’s okay.

♡ “They didn’t hurt you, did they?” you look worried as you ask, now turning fully to face him trying to discern any possible injuries as you take a step towards him, close enough to place your hands on his shoulders. At his reassurance that yes, he’s fine, the nervousness doesn’t leave your expression as you let out a sigh. “Good, good. If they’d done anything and I didn’t get here in time I…” you trail off, expression souring at the unpleasant train of thought that seeps in at the very words. Jamil notes your falter and brings a hand to cover one of your own, giving it a reaffirming squeeze trying to wordlessly quell your worries. This time when he repeats that he’s okay you seem convinced, relaxing a little more as you shift your hand just enough for your fingers to interlock.

[boys-from-santacarla]

Note; I deeply apologize seeing as this is going to end up being long. Onto the information; My name is Ghost(mainly go by this one), Acid, Killer(more of a nickname), or Gore(more of a nickname). I go by he/they/xe/its, and I'm a dude, MLM and poly so it really doesn't matter much who it is. Born March 31st, being an Aries I'm a very loud and energetic person. I'm also very impulsive and get myself into deep shit, even if I don't realize I'm doin' it. I get overly loud when the topic is about something I enjoy or is into, if I try flirting on purpose it's ass but when I do it without realizing I get called a huge flirt. Big music and art geek, I have sketchbooks upon sketchbooks filled just sitting around in my room. I listen to a lot of rock like Queen, Guns N Roses, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, ACDC, Nickelback, KISS, Slipknot, KoRn, and on and on. Although I listen to every genre of music minus country(although there are few songs I can deal with). Big tattoo/piercing person, if you have one visible I will point it out and geek out about it. Although literally don't ask me to name a few songs unless I've been rambling on about it because I have the shittiest memory. I dye my hair so often it's surprising my hair is still healthy. I have literally bleached my hair, dyed it red and let that fade for a week, then dyed it blue and have been touching up the blue ever since then. If it wasn't due to money problems and the fact it's hard to borrow in my town my hair would probably have my hair a different color every two weeks. I ramble quite a bit and have the shittiest focus and memory, so you may have to pull me to the side and tell me to calm down. Would definitely compliment on the boys looks, specially their outfits. I'm a coffee and monster addict at this point, you'll see one or the other in my hand, and the occasional water bottle because I try to keep myself health. My love language is through touch and insulting people. Ex, "I fucking love you dumbass" or flipping you off playfully as a way of saying "i love you bitch". Smoking doesn't bother me, grew up around it my entire life. I love riding on motorcycles, no matter the weather, is it cold asf, nice idgaf, is it raining, shit lets go. I have a bad(good in some people's eyes) of using petnames/nicknames for everyone. Everyone has a wholesome petname from me and then I'll call them a whore or some shit. I cuss too much for my own good, I literally don't have a filter in my entire body. I will impulsively say shit, sometimes that's a good thing and sometimes it's a bad thing. Due to my anxiety I try to stay away from large crowds, but if I'm in them (aka on the boardwalk) I will have music blaring in my ears and my ears glued into my current sketchbook. Although I currently don't have them, I'm going to add them anyways because I'm going to end up getting them when I have the money to go to a piercer or to get a kit. I want a shit ton of piercings. Such as snake bites(lip piercing), tongue, septum, all of the piercings finished on my ears, and bridge. I've stated once I'm a big tattoo geek, so I want a quite a bit of those. I'm definitely a big "oh let's do it myself" person, and I have tried giving myself a septum piercing. (it would've worked if it wasn't for the fact I did it too low to be able to flip it up to hide it) I love the adrenaline of fights, it doesn't matter if I win or loose, although I do prefer if I win. I literally get the most random urge to fight someone for the hell of it. Probably has something to do with impulsive thoughts and shit, but oh well. I'm a big respect person, I live by the motto "you respect me, I'll respect you". I have blackouts sometimes due to rage and anxiety, so I try to keep myself from having them. I have a bad habit of rambling and saying sorry too much. I tend to repeatedly say sorry whilst rambling as I tend to get overly excited and loud when I ramble. I'm a very talkive person if I know and trust you. If you're around me and you don't get your ear talked off or messed with, you're probably not liked or

you need to leave. It's one easy way you'll be able to tell if I get along with you or not. I kinda have a whatever/punk/alt style, a lot of time I just grab something decent and throw it on. Although you'll always see me wearing a belt and my platform shoes. I'm 5'0, so my obsession with platforms grew because of my need to be tall. I wear a lot of baggy clothing, I'm definitely more of a comfort over style person.

Ok, my dude, I'll definitely pair you with...

Marko and Paul

Oh, man, you three are gonna be some threesome (and not necessarily in the sexual way lol)

Just imagine THE MESS

The boys think you're adorable when you get into the romantic mood and try to flirt but end up saying bad pick-up lines, so they'll laugh, but will twirl their hair as whoerish as possible and follow the game. Or they would get on with their manly act and fight to see who will flirt back better.

Now, the chatting will be so goddamn long! You three will go on 4 hour-long conversations that'll get from a "look at this new t-shirt I got" to "so that's why Ronald Reagan was an alien". The worst part is left to the spectators like David or Dwayne since none of you three will be the sane individual and shut y'all up.

The blondes like your drawing, and ask you to draw them or random stuff and people CONSTANTLY, so you'll have many opportunities to improve your skills and try with different models. When they happen to find some of your sketchbooks, they try to impress you or simply give a small present by drawing you or something you like, or at least make the attempt since some of the "fine pieces" as they call them, they give you are like children's school projects.

And, man, about the hair, are you blessed to have the glam diva Paul by your side to give advice and constructive criticism to your hair. He will help you choose the color and will give it style from time to time if you accept. The process to dye it will be so much fun, and so chaotic; experimenting with the pigments ends up with wounds caused from the bleach and the currently used wardrobe disposed later.

A thing they love about you is that you can stand up for yourself if needed, but they rather you not to, because they know you handle yourself and the others well, maybe too well for your good. Paul tries to take care of you as much as he can so there is no need for you to possibly get hurt. It was enough trying to control Marko so he didn't get involved in some stupid street fight every night at the boardwalk to now have to worry daily about you too. Marko shares the passion for the adrenaline of this and will think it is hot as hell, but he protects you as much as Paul, maybe a bit softer than him about it tho, but if you're in the middle of a fight and it starts to get worse than expected, he dead ass will force you to back off. He'll finish the business himself, sweetheart.

As for your love language, don't worry, these dorks will accept you playful pushes with joy, and they'll give you some of them too. But if you accidentally flip and fall some meters before hitting ground, you know the rule: laugh first, help second.

Oh, and you better get prepared for the bullying. You're the smallest in the group, so that leads to a constant attack as a hobbit. Marko joins the quip, but I mean, he'll get humiliated along. Let's just say Paul gives you two a hard time about it. With all the love of course.

They love to get out with you and the others and go to the boardwalk, but they try to take you out on days it is not that crowded, or in hours where a small amount of souls are having a stroll. But, if you happen to go out on a crowded night, they will keep you focused on having a good time, but just mention your getting uncomfortable and you'll be back at the cave in less than a minute.

Paul and Marko really love your style, they think it looks badass and try to match tough outfits with you from time to time. Giving you cool shirts and leather jackets with some patches on them that they think are awesome. Don't ask why some of the clothes have strange-colored stains on them tho.

They go with you to get you ears or nose pierced from the moment you three decided doing it diy style was a bad idea cuz y'all ended up with a bleeding nose and an ear infection the first time of trying it, and because there's no voice of reason in the threesome, Star and Dwayne had to give you kids a very long lecture of not doing those things by yourself.

[scandalsavagefanfic]

Joey Wilson / M, picking each other up at a gay bar and the hilarity of them both attempting to establish they are the opposite of what most people would expect (top Joey, bottom M). 👀 You know what I like...

We’ve already talked about it so, without further ado, the rarest of rare pairs! Teetering on the edge of the crackiest of crack ships!

Midnighter/Joey Wilson

This was way too much fun.

Goldilocks and the Grumpy Bear - Read on Ao3!

Rating: ExplicitWarnings: None (Joey uses his powers a couple of times but M is into it)Words: 1997

(Smut under the cut)

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Midnighter has seen the blonde twink at the other end of thebar casting glances at him out of the corner of his eye. So he’s not especiallysurprised when the kid approaches him.

“Not interested,” he says before the kid can open his mouth,not taking his eyes off the drink in his hands.

Blondie doesn’t miss a beat. “Ok. May I ask why?”

“Just not my type, twinkle toes,” M answers, finallyglancing up at him.

It’s not strictly true. The kid is a bit bigger up closethan he looked leaning against the bar. He got bright eyes and golden hair anda bright aura which is definitely Midnighter’s weakness.

But the pretty little ones are never offering what M wants.

“Not into blondes?”

Midnighter snorts. “I thought I was clear—”

“Ah,” the kid hums, sounding unsurprised and a bitdisappointed. “I see. Typical.”

“Hardly.”

It’s the kid’s turn to snort. “Oh? In my experience, it’spretty standard. Big guys like you think they have to live up to their image.”

Narrowing his eyes, M turns on his barstool to look at theblonde beauty straight on for that ridiculous comment. “What the hell are you—”

“Have you ever even tried it?”

It’s not often someone manages to shock the Midnighterspeechless so M just stares at him, perplexation twist his face.

“Of course I have.” He snaps. Just like some punk baby gayto question his preferences in the bedroom.

The boy is pretty. In the same warm, golden way that Apollois. Midnighter catches himself reconsidering for a moment. It’s been a longtime since he plowed some twerp into the mattress but it’s not like he neverhas.

If he takes the boy from behind he could almost pretend itwas Apollo.

That’d be rude though. And it’s not what he needs tonight.

“You know,” Midnighter says, turning back to his drink,“It’s pretty shitty to keep pestering someone who told you to beat it. Whydon’t you run along before I have to teach you some manners.”

“Oh believe me, kitten,” the kid practically purrslow, smirk dangerous, “if you tried it, I’d put you in your place realfast. Guys like you think everyone should bow down but you’re all so muchhappier on your knees.”

Midnighter practically breaks his neck snapping his gazeback up to the wicked-witch green eyes laughing back at him.

He lets himself look the kid up and down. Maybe he misjudgedthings.

“You don’t know what you’re dealing with, sweetheart.”

“Neither do you, princess.”

They stare at each other for a moment, measuring, gauging.

“I’m Joey,” the kid says, stepping back as if he expectsMidnighter to follow. “I’m staying at the hotel around the corner. Penthouse.Up for a little fight? I win, you stay the night. You win you can do whateveryou want.”

“You’re pretty confident for a rug-rat who weighs, what? 200pounds soaking wet?” He stands and lets the full effect of their heightdifference become apparent. This kid could be a Bat and still not takeMidnighter even without his enhancements. He towers over the younger man byhalf a foot and outclasses him in weight by at least 50 pounds.

“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve,” he assures him.“What’s your name?”

“M.”

A nicely shaped eyebrow quirks up. “M? Just the letter?”

“The only letter you’re gonna get.”

“Alright, M. You up for the bet or worried about losing yourbig bad bear cred when I hand you your ass? Or rather take it.”

It’s Midnighter’s turn to raise his eyebrows. Thisdefinitely seems to be going the way he’d like. It’s probably worth a coupleminutes to walk to the kid’s place, kick his ass real fast, and see if he’swilling to do what Midnighter has in mind. If not he’s only really wasted…maybe 10 minutes of his life on this.

“Lead the way, Goldilocks.”

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Midnighter blinks the black from his vision, instantly awarethat he’s missing time.

A minute? Maybe two?

One second he’s squared up to a smug, relaxed looking Joey,teasing him about not having a proper fighting stance. The next the buzzer goesoff, the computer in his brain tells him blondie isn’t planning on moving(maybe he wants to lose and isn’t that disappointing).

The next is darkness and then he’s on his knees, shirt off,arms cuffed tightly behind his back.

“What the fuck—” he snarls and tugs on his bindings,preparing to snap them.

This little shit really pissed off the wrong meta.

“Before you slip the cuffs, can you give me a second toexplain?”

Joey is sitting in the armchair in front of him. Lounginglazily and unconcerned. He can see that the kid isn’t planning on stopping himif he does leave. Seems to know M can get out of this, doesn’t seem interestedin taking advantage of him beyond having removed his shirt.

And boy is that a concept Midnighter had thought long gonefrom his life. Being at a disadvantage.

“Better talk fast, kid. What the fuck did you do?”

“I took over yourbody. Jumped out of me. Jumped into you. Though not in the way I’d really liketo.”

His smile is bright as the sun and just as dangerous;screaming trouble at max volume.

Midnighter likes it.

“Not many people can get the best of me in a fight, squirt.”

“And I doubt I could have taken you in a fair fight.”

“You’ll never be able to take me in a fight again. Now thatthe computer in my brain knows your ability, it’ll work out how to beat you.”

The pupils in Joey’s eyes blow wide. “You’re Midnighter?” Heasks and when M confirms, follows with, “My pop hates you.”

“Who’s your old man?” Mid asks, positive he’ll have neverheard of him.

“Deathstroke.”

Huh. He has heard of the mercenary. But he can’t recall whythe guy would hate him.

“I’m pretty sure it’s because he doesn’t know if hecan take you. He doesn’t like that kind of unknown.”

Then the kid reaches out and takes M by the chin. A littlerougher than necessary, but nothing Midnighter can’t handle. Nothing he doesn’tenjoy.

“I’m gonna take you though. The fun way. Unless you leavenow.”

This kid is so confident, and not in the usual wayattractive, young people are. It may border on arrogance but Joey is clearlyexperienced and comfortable with taking charge.

He licks his lips as he nods, noting the way those greeneyes follow his tongue. “Do your worst, sunshine.”

“Careful,” Joey hums, wasting no time in pulling out a long,thick cock that makes M’s mouth water. It’s mostly hard already as the kidstrokes it, putting pressure on the prominent raised vein. “My worst could bepretty bad.”

Oh, Midnighter is certain it is. Absolutely. But thecomputer is telling him that Joey’s not going to risk scaring him away so soon.Now that the kid knows who he is, he seems interested in fucking more than justtonight. He’ll build up to his ‘worst’.

Not that M expects to get off easy. Especially when Joeypulls him forward with the grip on his chin and shoves his cock down his throatwith no preamble.

Joey hits the back of his throat, fists a hand in M’s hairto shift the angle, then slips deeper.

Midnighter takes it all, no problem. The kid is bigger thanexpected but not as monstrously huge as Apollo.

Everyone else is child’s play.

It might be cheating but Midnighter is pretty good at this.He probably would be, even without the computer in his brain but fuck if thatdoesn’t make it a lot easier. Every twitch and flinch and nearly inaudibleshift in breathing is like reading an instruction manual for how to getGoldilocks off.

So Midnighter finds himself half disappointed, half amusedwhen it’s only a few minutes later a telltale pulse rolls across his tongue.

But he’s thrown off the brat before the younger man canfinish.

He sees that wicked smirk hovering over him as he lies onthe ground, weight a little heavy and uncomfortable on his cuffed wrists.

Then there’s darkness and somehow he’s bent over the coffeetable, air cooling something wet on the fingers of his right hand.

Hands holding his cheeks apart. The blunt, slick head of acock poking at his hole before popping in.

Groaning as he’s split open, Midnighter manages to gruntout, “You—hmgh—fingered me while you—gah—possessed my body?”

“You already seemed pretty excited,” Joey says, smug grinapparent in his tone. “You’re not allowed to come before me. Didn’t know if Icould trust you to do it yourself.”

It’s true. Sucking dick has always made M horny as hell. Andhe’s still painfully close. Especially as he pictures himself, fingers buriedin his ass, with no control over his actions.

Midnighter hasn’t felt out of control since… so long ago hedoesn’t even remember.

Joey twists his fingers into M’s hair again, gripsMidnighter’s shoulder hard with the other hand, and snaps his hips, rocking Mforward and back on each deep, ruthless plunge into his body.

“You like that, big guy?”

Mid just groans and presses back to meet every thrust aseach one punches his prostate hard. Christ, a good dicking is exactlywhat he needed tonight. Not many men who can throw him around. Or at least, makehim bend over.

“Yeah you do. I knew you were my type, papa bear. Big,ripped brute who needs a strong hand to put him in his place. Shown that he’sjust another cockslut.”

“Shit,” M curses and is just about to tip over theedge when Joey takes his hand from M’s hair, reaches around him, and squeezesaround the base of Midnighter’s cock.

Snarling in frustration, M tries to fuck into the hold forfriction but it doesn’t budge.

A warm chest layers over Mid’s back so Joey can whisper “Itold you. Me first,” into his ear.

The bastard drags it out too.

He switches from cutting off M’s orgasm, to stroking himback to the edge, only to cut him off again. Rinse and repeat.

Even when the kid’s pace stutters and hot, sticky comefloods into Midnighter’s well-worn passage, Joey doesn’t stop torturing him.

It’s at least three minutes after blondie finishes when hefinally jerks M to completion. Keeps pumping Midnighter’s dick even as it goessoft, getting it slick with his own release.

Then Joey raises his dirty hand to M’s lips and the olderman dutifully sucks each finger clean and licks the palm.

“That was fun,” Joey says, dragging his hands over therounded swell of Midnighter’s ass like he’s wondering what else they can do.

“Yeah. I already know you’re gunning for second date, kid.”

“Mmmm. I am. Not a lot of people who don’t mind me using mypowers.”

Midnighter snorts. Still hasn’t bothered to move from wherehe’s bent over. The gentle movement of the hands against his skin feels nice.“I don’t doubt that.”

Then Joey’s laying over the top of him again, arms wrappedaround his waist and holy shit, kids these days, don’t need any rest at all. Mdoesn’t either of course, but other than the demonic possession, he’s prettysure blondie is a normal 20-something.

The kid’s fingers are tracing over his abs, move up to tugon one of the piercings in his nipples.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice these,” he says. Then lower,huskier, “You know that leather thing you have going on gave me some fun ideas.If you’re up for it, old man.”

He knows the brat is goading him.

But he’s pretty sure he’s physically incapable of passing onan offer like that.

[wisteria-lodge]

a thank you note

Dear Supernatural ~

When we first met, things - 2015 was a rough year. The job I moved for was. not a job. So I got sucked back in with my parents. They’re freelance artists, intense, proper hustlers. You’d like them. Whole circus family vibe. Someone’s got a project. Someone’s always got a project. 

So I’m doing lettering and support work and setting up paintings. And I start watching you in the background. Pretty boys fighting monsters. And.

Where do you get off talking about me like that? I’m not fighting monsters. But I sure grew with different schools, houses, car the only constant. I know that whole talk-your-way-in, sneak-your-way-out, get-people-to-talk-to-you thing (remember, you’re my assistant, don’t say we’re related. ) Freelance artist is the job where you think - why do we do this? is it because it’s important, because its our calling? (or are we just not capable of doing anything else?) It’s the job people think is cool because they don’t see the legwork. What’s the next job. Next couple thousand dollars.

And dammit I remember what it was like to not know when my parents would be able to pick me up. To be eight and looking after a sibling four years younger. To be *kind of a parent,* and hey, I’m a second body for my mom where work’s concerned. Of course I’d be the almost-parent with the responsibility and authority. The tool that - so long as it’s useful - is special and important. And if it’s not, well. You keep winning, practicing, helping. You don’t say no. 

And Dean’s looking at his doppleganger, and he’s saying “I didn’t deserve what he put on me” and I’m crying. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be. You snuck up on me. You tricked me. 

And my dumb ass needs it all spelled out in tiny chunks, because I’m going to fight you every step of the way. Guilt is a good thing. What do you want me to be, selfish? Gotta pull my weight. Am I not supposed to give 110%? Isn’t family the most important thing? They need me. Something could go wrong. I can fix it. I need to be there to fix it. No one else can fix it. I’m SPECIAL. 

And you, very gently, take my hands.

“I’m so sorry. You’re not. You’re not special.” 

And it’s season 5. Sam and Dean have rejected the destinies that were only ever just ego. And it’s playing voice over like it’s the end, but what the hell am I supposed to do now, show? IF I’M NOT THE THINGS THEY TELL ME I AM, WHAT THE HELL AM I? DON’T YOU DARE, DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE LEAVE ME LIKE THIS.

Then season 6 starts, shakes its head. “You’re gonna hate the answer.” 

Sam tries to define himself though work, fails. Dean tries to define himself though family, fails. Crowley tries to define himself though power, fails. I don’t know what the hell Castiel was trying to do, but he failed more spectacularly than anyone else. Balthazar did the best, and he tried hedonism. And like, as a way to kickstart whatever’s going on underneath once you stop cosplaying your parents. Could do worse.

(which is why whenever I hear “the story ended with season 5,” my response is YOU WANNA COME OUT TO THE PARKING LOT AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE, PUNK????!!!) 

I start to pick at layers. And yeah. I *do* need all eight million hours to explain to me why being a sibling’s parent & living to protect and fix them, is bad. And I needed the vampire metaphor, and the skinwalker metaphor, AND the First Blade metaphor, AND the Sword of Michael metaphor before I get it through my head that being a tool is not the same as being a person. 

And after Dean strips away all those selves, the part left underneath is dark and young and hungry and powerful. “Why did you ignore me?” she wants to know. “why did you lock me away?” Dean can’t fight that. Has to fill himself up with souls, become the avatar of empathy and say “Put aside the rage. Put aside the hate. And you tell me... what do you want?” 

And it took me... way too long to ask myself that. I’m sorry. Because it seems like what I’ve wanted, all along, was to be a teacher. Sure, I’ve done a lot more objectively glamorous things. But I don’t wake up sick and anxious anymore. I didn’t know feeling like this was an option.

It’s weird being an authority figure. But you’ve got my back, don’t you? you ridiculous show. Last couple seasons have been about how to be a responsible mentor, without tapping into the old baggage. And you keep reminding me, that if I ever claim to be a wise man it surely means that I don’t know. I’ve got some Gen Zs who would like to thank you.

Thank you. You told me people don’t control you unless you say yes. You taught me to be angry at my parents, to forgive them, to see them as people. You showed me that sometimes you picture the endings wrong. That progress doesn’t always look like progress, it’s messy, and it doesn’t go in a straight line.

Your final season starts tonight. I expect you’ll hit me in the head with a baseball bat and patiently explain why I was the baseball bat all along.

What the hell. I trust you.

[bolbianddolanhouse]

BNHA self insert AU [Book 2]

Lost and confused on this here day? Start from the WAAAY beginning!

Chapter 1: It is Wednesday My Dudes.

Howdy! I guess I should introduce myself? Oof UMMMMMM, the names Lili Perla Iida! I’m 15 years old, about to turn 16, and I’m the oldest of 4 kids. Being big sis feels as natural as the wind in my hair as I pirouette. Speaking of dancing, it’s a Saturday morning, that means I have to get my ass in 5th gear for my private dance lessons. My favorite days are the ones where I get to dance and cause havoc with my siblings! I guess I should head downstairs for breakfast before that robo doggy yips at me for still being in my room.

“Buenos dias mija!” thats my mom, she’s the one bitch I respect the most.

“Good mornin” I greet everyone at the breakfast nook “what’s for breakfast?”

“Spam and eggs with toast” that’s my dad at the stove, I love him but he’s putting too much pressure on me to follow his footsteps. “Here’s your coffee.”

“Oh FUCK yea!” I holler as I jump into my spot at the nook. There’s nothing more I love than some egg and toast with my iced coffee.

“I’m hungies! Please just gimme one toast!” thats my younger brother Iwata, but I call him Iwee or Iwa, don’t tell the other two but he’s my favorite sibling. He’s the one that schemes and I say if that’s doable or not.

“DADDY! Tensei is teleporting my forkfuls into his mouth!”

“MOMMY! Hanaka set my toast on fire!” those two brats are my twin siblings, Hanaka and Tensei but I call them by their middle names, Rosa and Oro. Rosa is half-way decent to be around, so I share a room with her. Oro is a punk ass bitch in the making but I can’t hate him too much, he’s an intellectual.

“Can’t we go one breakfast without something catching on fire?” I rolled my eyes as I got served “thanks dad.”

“Nope, fuck you” Rosa stuck her tongue out “TENSEI STOP!”

“Hanaka! What did we say about tongues?” scolded dad “your family isn’t fire proof!” he turned to Oro “and what did we say about pestering your sister?”

“I shouldn’t play with fire unless I wish to get burned” the boy pouted and crossed his arms “but Iwa and I are hungies!”

“Here’s your plates” dad slid the food in front of the two boys “no more yelling or I’m taking away toast privileges!”

“NOOO THAT’S NOT FAIR!” we whined, you can take away our freedom but us Iida kids will be DAMNED if the sanctity of toast in the morning gets taken away.

“Oh shit, listen to your father” mom jeered as dad sat next to her “oh Lili, don’t forget about applications for entrance exams.”

“I still don’t know where to consider” I sigh as I butter my toast “like, I get that theres privates that have scouted me to go to their’s but I just wanna go to a dance school.”

“Sweet heart, you know we can’t just send you off overseas so young!” mom spoke with a hint of worry “besides, you still have private lessons at the institute until you turn 18! I won’t let you go off without the things you love to do.”

“You can always apply to UA” dad spoke up as he cut his spam “with the recommendations we can give, you don’t have to take the entrance exam.”

“Ugh, I can’t dance if I’m going to a hero school” I huffed “I don’t wanna go to your pompous alma mater dad. No offense mom.”

“None taken, not even I wanted to be there” mom responded so casually.

Dad gave her a side glance “May I remind you on who you met in said pompous school that helped build this family?”

“May I remind you on who was too much of a little bitch to tell me they liked me at said pompous school even though we saw each other basically everyday” she sipped her coffee loudly, marking her win.

“Oof I felt that roast in my DNA” Iwa hit the whoa “that shit hurted, F in the chat for Dad’s pride.

“F” chanted everyone but dad.

After breakfast, I grab my duffle bag and make my way to town.

“Good morning Lili!” thats my aunty Mimi, her and my mom are besties “say good morning Nikita.”

“Guden Morgen Lili!” that’s Nikita, Mimi’s daughter. She’s just a year younger than my twin siblings and today they have a little playdate as my mom and Mimi go to work.

“Mornin’! See y’all later!” I wave them off.

“Oh Lili! Good Morning!” that’s my uncle Jin, he lives next door to us and is besties with my mom and Mimi. For someone that doesn’t have kids, he sure does know how to care for them.

“Mornin’! Are you driving today?”

“Yep, can’t let the media know your mom’s car needs detailing!” he joked as he waved me off.

The dance institute I attend is in the same town we live in and just a 20 min walk from the gated community we live in. Well, 20 minutes for me because I walk kinda fast because of the engines on my feet. Dumb location for the quirk but it does help me when I dance.

“Ah Lili! There you are!” cried out my dance teacher as I walked in “can you lend me a hand in costuming? We need re-adjustments for a few costumes for the level 3s.”

“Of course I’ll help, be right there in a jiffy!” I rush into the costuming room, my second home at times! The lord has blessed me with a second quirk, Master Thread, and I like it more than my other one. It’s not dumb and super useful! I heard that there was once a pro-hero that had the same quirk and my parents knew him before his retirement. My mom says that she interned under his agency and he favored her for her Copy quirk. How cool is it that?! But hero stuff ain’t for me, I just wanna look pretty and dance for the masses. Maybe one day make elaborate ballet costumes, I already make my own at home to practice my quirk. How lucky am I to have such supportive parents?! After I finish the adjustments, I quickly put on my pointe shoes to do a practice run of our summer showcase. As much as I work well with the others in my class, I’m not friends with any of them and I don’t blame them. The instructors show me too much favoritism and even I’d hate me for hogging the attention.

“Lili! Marvelous work!” one of the instructors praised “how about we make you a solo act for this season finale?!”

“Me?! On such short notice?!”

“Yea! I thought I was going to do a solo act?!” huffed one of the girls on stage.

“Yes, you and Lili are going to be solos” they responded “we need to fill out time for our show and I know Lili can give quite a show.”

I looked around to my dance-mates and they all rolled their eyes “I mean, sure but I don’t know how good I can make a solo act in a month and a half!”

“Great!” they clapped “okay, from the top! We need to work on those jumps!”

As usual, nobody bids me good bye at the end of class. I’ve known most of them since I started there at age 5 and they don’t give me the decency to say hello or good bye! It sucks but I didn’t join to make friends. I walk through the streets to get to the fabric store I frequent, you’ll often catch me here after school or practice.

“Lili! Hey!” that’s Maru, he’s son of the number 1 hero, Deku. Our parents are friends and his dad owes his life to my mom because of her quick thinking that saved him back during the UA days. So I guess Maru is my friend?

“Oh sup Maru” I stopped walking as he ran toward me “what brings you around these here parts?”

“I was just looking at some of those shops” he points down the street “theres always cool stuff around here.”

“Yea there is, anyways, wanna join me?” I get giddy “I heading into the fabric store and I need some opinions.”

“I’m your guy!” he joins me as I fully geek out over the new satins.

“Okay so which one? The candy blue” I hover the bolt over my chest “the pearlescent one OR this blush pink?”

“I’m torn between the pearl and pink one” he mutters to himself “what are you trying to make?”

“Another costume, I got a solo act but I have yet to come up with something.”

“Oh that’s not fair! Isn’t the showcase in a few weeks?”

“THAT’S WHAT I SAID!” I groaned “I need so much help Maru! Plus I have to get started on applications and it’s all just a mess.”

“Well, if you ask me” he gets up and walks up to Lili “I think you should get both these satins and I know you’ll come up with something amazing! You’re really good at being graceful” he does a shakey spin “see? And why don’t you apply to UA? So that way we could go to school together!”

“Thank you for your kind words but I’m not going to hero school” I turned to put the blue satin back in the rack “I wanna wear pretty dresses and dance, not kick villain ass!”

“But think about it!” He picked up the two bolts of satin “how cool we’d be as a duo! I’d kick villain ass and you wrap them up to detain them!” he walked up to her “I’d be much braver with you by my side.”

“Be serious!” I laughed as I playfully pushed him “it’s not playtime, it’s hero work! Plus you gotta make your parents proud.”

“But I am serious” he retorted “I want to fight along side you, I want to do lots of things along side you. We’ve been friends since you were born!”

“And? That doesn’t mean you can’t live without me!” I look through the decals section “But you’re already doing great over there.”

I make my purchase and Maru walks me to the front gate before parting ways. What to do? The days just whoosh on by and I don’t have much to go off on. I submit applications to some private high schools that have dance programs but dad keeps insisting that I apply to UA. He had the audacity to give me a physical copy of the application! Apparently hero school apps are due much later than the other schools, for UA it’s October and it’s end of June right now. More time passes and I got a piece together for the showcase along with costume. At this point, I’m just counting the days until I get a response from those other schools I applied to.

-Night of the Summer Showcase-

What a night to be alive and pretty! My costume got the eyes of many that they didn’t notice my tiny fumbles. Another success in my books! My family came out to see me and so did Maru. After, I met up with my parents and Maru also came up to us.

“Amazing show Lili” he hands me a large bouquet of flowers “these are for you!”

“Oh you didn’t have to get me flowers” I was astounded by the mass of pink roses and lilies “but I’m glad you enjoyed the show!”

“I loved your floating spins and the thing at the end when you revealed the satin costume!” he imitated some of my moves “oh um, is it cool if we go for a little walk?”

“Oh sure let me just give these to my mom” I turn to my mom “I’m going for a walk, catch up with yall later.”

“Don’t wander too far! It’s dark out” dad chopped as I turned.

We walk to the garden area to the side of the performance hall “it’s a nice summer night.” commented Maru “the sky is clear too.”

“It is” I smile as I look up “I hardly get the time to look at the sky anymore, I loved star-gazing as a child.”

“Lets star-gaze over there!” Maru pointed to an open patch of grass. We lay on our backs and point at our made up constellations. “You know, I really enjoy your company Lili. You make things so much fun.”

“Thanks I guess?” I really didn’t know how to take that compliment.

“It’s a good thing” he laughed and turned his body on his side, toward me “I’ve been thinking about what you said about just wanting to look pretty and dance. Well, what if I figured out something?”

“What did you figure out?” I was genuinely confused because I don’t remember there being a problem with me wanting that.

“I figured out how you can dance and be pretty with always being by my side” he smiled “we just, get married.”

A record scratched in my head, did this foo just say get married? “Um, what?”

“I know that was a bold thing to say but I was giving it some thought” he explained himself “I like you a lot Lili, I want to be someone you can depend on and I can be someone that supports you in everything you want to do. I’ll be the breadwinner and you can do your thing and not have to work as hard.”

“But I don’t JUST want to be pretty and dance” I butted in “I want to work too! Professional Dancer is a legit career plus I want to go to college” I was starting to think I’m missing the point here “why are you suddenly talking about this?”

“I’m saying that I like you, more than a friend” he meekly spoke “and I want to be a man you can be proud of. You make me feel like I could do anything! Won’t you be my girlfriend?”

My mind was racing but going dumber, how do I tell him that he’s making a mistake without saying it word for word? “Maru, I didn’t know you felt that way!” I scrunched my face “I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay, take your time!” he leaned in closer to my face, softening his voice “maybe I should show you how serious I am.” This bitch fully kissed me on the lips, my first kiss and I didn’t feel the sparks or flutters in my tummy. I felt...nothing.

“Huh” I said after he broke the kiss “well uhhhhhh oof um” I stood up “I’ll be talking to ya later” I do finger guns and bolt to the parking lot.

“Wait Lili!” he tried to catch up to me.

“TEXT ME WHEN YOU GET HOME!” I yell before locating my parents “MOM! por favor start the car!” I get in and everyone picked up that I was not okay and something happened but needed some time to sort out my thoughts. Once we got home, I took a shower and slumped in my fuzzy chair in the dark.

There was a knock at my door “Hey, you wanna eat some hot chips with me?” it was Iwa.

“Sure” I open the door to let him in.

“What’s the deal with you? Everything was cool until you started running” he popped open a party size bag of hot cheetos con limon.

“Ugh it’s Maru” I grab a few cheetos “he out of nowhere just confessed and kissed me.”

“Oh shit!”

“Right?! And I feel a little fucked up” I crunched on a cheeto “because I feel like he could do better and when he kissed me, I felt nothing. And that was my first kiss, from my childhood friend!” I put my handful of cheetos in my mouth “I wanted to feel those good feelings but I didn’t. Does that make me a bad person?”

“Dang Lili, from how I see it” he licked the cheeto dust from his thumb “it’s a sign that he’s wrong and you aren’t the one for him” he gestured to the ceiling “the universe isn’t telling you to kiss every boy but just that it’s okay not to reciprocate feelings to somebody else. Your feelings are valid and you’re the baddest bitch here.”

I started to feel a lot better after talking to Iwa. I eventually told my mom and she said basically the same thing. I am confident to say that I am not in love with my friend and I don’t need their validation. Of course I didn’t get a chance to tell Maru since it’s summer and he’s busy with school. In some weird twist of fate, I got rejected by all these schools I applied to. I wasn’t upset, just questioning if this is the universe trying to tell me something.

“You okay sis?” carefully asked Rosa “you don’t look too hot.”

“I don’t know what to do” I spoke up from my desk “nothing but rejection letters and I’m not worried about school or where I go, but what’s wrong with having me as a student?”

“Hmmm, well I know daddy wants you to go to that school” she points at the blank UA application on my desk “and you want to go to a dance academy...por que no los dos? You can go to dance academy for college and go to hero school BUT only to spite dad.”

“Rosa, you’re a genius!” I praised her “who says you have bad ideas?!”

“I know I’m right” Rosa gives a power stance “I’m the powerhouse of the cell!”

And I did just that, I applied and got an invite almost immediately to take the entrance exam in early November. That gave me almost 2 months to train, plenty of time! I tried to hide this from my dad but the word slipped and he was too happy to take me to the exam and help me train. Don’t even get me started on that whole side of the family, uncle Tensei started crying, grandma and grandpa wouldn’t shut up on how the family is going to be full of heroes. All the while, I was trying to break the news that I wasn’t going to be returning for the advanced level courses of dance. All the instructors were sad to the point of begging, everyone else was happy that I was leaving. 

-Day of exam-

“You have everything you need?” Dad asked me for the 5th time since we got in the car “we still have time to-”

“YES DAD! FUCK!” he was stressing me out “I’m ready to take this test, stop worrying.”

He sighed “You remind me so much of your mother when we were at UA” he smiled at the thought “she’d snap at me too when I was being overbearing, but I did it because I loved her and wanted her to succeed.”

“Well, what’s one thing she couldn’t leave without?”

“She didn’t feel right unless she hugged me goodbye” he chuckled “even something so simple made my heart race.” He pulls up to the front of the massive front gate of UA “we’re here, do your best! I believe in you.”

“Thanks dad” I take a deep breath “I’ll call you later.”

I walk in the place and I don’t see anyone familiar, just a bunch of students from public schools and other privates. I took a written exam, then came the infamous physical portion. My dad and his hero friends were telling me that it’s one of the toughest entrance exams in the nation, but I wasn’t afraid, just oddly excited! I do my stretches, just minding my business, when I get some crude comments.

“Excuse me but the dance auditions are that way” said some boy condescendingly “why don’t you take your little pink shoes and get out of here before the big scary robots crush you?”

I squinted at them as the group of boys behind them laughed “Excuse me but aren’t the weak little bitches auditions that way?” I stood up to show that I tower him in height “I’m in the right place little man.”

“Lets get to the gates dude, she’s scary”

Everyone was summoned to the start gate and I had a feeling that somebody was watching me. Not like a camera watching me but like somebody near me was looking at me. I looked around but didn’t see anybody familiar or staring at me, it didn’t matter once the siren wailed to start the exam. I was kicking mecha ass with some fancy moves thrown in and when I thought I was going to end the exam on a good note, I hear somebody cry out for help. I rushed over and saw someone had their arm and leg trapped under a mecha, with the added panic of the 0 point big boy mecha dangerously close. I wasn’t going to leave them there, so I gave my all to lift the mecha off them. I couldn’t even lift the thing an inch off them! I had to get creative and used my 2nd quirk to lift the mecha off. I did it and pulled them out to make a run for the safety line.

“It’s no use, just leave me here” said the trapped person “I can’t walk.”

“I’m not giving up on you! I don’t care if I fail this exam” I unraveled my sports jacket, shirt and the ribbons in my hair to fasten them to me “hold on tight! We’re going airborne!”

“Wha-!”

I use the last of my energy to blast us into the air in a wide arch to barely avoid the mecha crushing us. Of course I didn’t have a back up plan and we crash landed in the safety zone, on top of other students.

“Owchies” I groaned “is everyone okay? Sorry about that! I didn’t have a landing plan.”

The nurse runs over “WAH! Miss Iida?! You caused this mess?!”

“Heh ummm yea” I shamefully admitted “sorry Miss Eri, I couldn’t let this student get crushed by the big boy mecha.”

“Lets get you two in the stretcher, come on” she sighed in disbelief “and I’ll be telling your parents young lady!”

“Aww wack!” I pouted as robot helpers put me in the stretcher. I looked over to see the other person in the stretcher next to me “are you alright?”

“I’ll be okay know” they smiled at me “thank you so much for not giving up on me.”

“No problem! I’m Lili by the way.”

Before they could tell me their name, they were hauled away for intensive care. It was fair, they did get injured far worse than me, I walked away with just some gnarly bruises and a scraped shoulder. I didn’t see them after and I really wanted to know their name because they looked oddly familiar. My parents were worried about my injuries as I tend to heal slower. It was winter vacation, usually I’d be excited to be in the holiday mood but I was just waiting in anxiety for my letter. Come the last day of December, I got my acceptance letter! The amount of relief I got from it all was amazing, according to the letter, I scored the most rescue points. Making me at the top of the scoreboard along with some others, so I’m in Hero class A, just like dad and mom. My dad fussed over me the most in the weeks leading to the first day of school.

-Morning of the first day-

“Wake up Wake up Wake up!” yipped the robo dog as they bust into my room “it’s the first day of classes Lili and Hanaka! Please get dressed and hurry down for breakfast.”

“Hnnn it’s 7 in the god foresaken morning!” I groaned as I rubbed my eyes “welp, come on Rosa or the boys are going to beat us to the sinks.”

“Hn! 5 more minutes” she tossed in her bed “Tensei is gonna teleport us to school, you have to ride with daddy.”

“Don’t remind me you brat!” I threw my pillow at her “whatever, just don’t melt the shampoo bottles.”

“Fuck you!”

I quickly take my shower and got dressed in my new uniform to greet my parents. They fawn over how much I look like them when they went to UA, mom told me the story of how she got confused for a boy on the 1st day because her ass was too big for the skirts that they had to be tailor made! I got a good laugh out of that and it made me feel better about starting my school day. I kiss them goodbye and got in the car with dad.

“Excited Lili?”

“Yea, I mostly want to see if that person I rescued made it in” I could hardly sit still in the passenger side “the rush I got from them thanking me had me feeling alive.”

“I hope they did! Sounds like you made a friend if they did.”

“I also wonder who’s the homeroom teacher!” I said as we slowed at the last stoplight before school “since it’s not Eraserhead anymore, I hope it’s one of your friends or some other notable alumni.”

“That’s a good question” Dad pondered “you have to let me and your mother know when you get home” he stops at the same place as last time “here’s your stop, have fun and make friends!”

“Okay dad” I took in a calming breath “I’ll see you later!”

To think my parents walked through the same doors, not knowing that they were going to end up like this? Now their daughter... I hope I’ll find my soulmate here too. I have a soft spot for the love my parents have for each other, you can just tell that they’ve been working on their love since before they actually started dating. I often catch them making out, give loving embraces after a hard day and care for each other in different ways. I want to be loved as hard as my dad loves my mom.

“Lili? Is that you?!” Maru’s voice broke my train of thought.

“Huh? Oh, Maru! Hi!”

“Hey! You made it in!” he gave me a tight hug and twirled “welcome to UA! If you want, I have time to walk you to class.”

“Oh sure” he puts me down “do you know where room 1-A is?”

“Sure do! It’s down over here” he leads me to the hero wing “wow A class huh? I thought the hero stuff wasn’t for you?”

“I thought so too” I shrugged “guess I just had to try and see for myself.”

“If you’re not busy at lunch, we can eat together too.”

“Don’t you have friends here Maru?” I snickered at him.

“You have to call me Midoriya-senpai around the others” he said trying to silence me “and I have to call you Iida-chan.”

“Eww fuck no” I gagged “sounds like you’re calling my dad chan! I’m going to call you Maru, and you have to call me Lili MAYBE Perla if I’m acting up.”

“Fine but I’m saying that I’m respected around here for being one the top students” he bragged as he put his hand on my head “and you’re just a little bitty baby still!”

“Ah! Get yo hand off my hair” I tickle his side to retract his hand “looks like this is my class, see ya later!”

“You don’t play fair Lili” he waved me off “have fun.”

 I walk in and see a few people already there, I looked around for my seat and mine is number 4. I set my bag down and get approached by someone.

“Um hi, you probably don’t recognize me but I’m the person you rescued at the exam” shakily spoke the person “I didn’t get a chance to say, but my name is Hoshi Togata.”

I looked at them and something was oddly familiar about them, like I knew them before the exam “Oh you made it in! I was worried if you placed and if you recovered well.”

“You were worried about me?” they blushed “well, I recovered just fine. My arm was broken but Nurse Eri healed me before I was supposed to go home.”

The bell rang and we all sat in our seats, Hoshi sat behind me.

“Good Morning class! And welcome to UA, my name is-”

“BAHAHA NO WAY!” I bursted into laughter “Yo we got Diaper Boy as homeroom teacher?!” 

“My name isn’t Diaper Boy!”

“Oh I’m sorry, Diaper Man!”

Our teacher rubbed his temples “Anyways, my name is Grape Juice but you can call me Mineta sensei.” He gave me a stern look “Miss Iida, I trust you’ll behave like your father.”

“Don’t compare me to that Turbo Rectangle!”

“It’s like listening to your mother in your father’s body” he muttered.

Once we went through a whole day of classes, Hoshi and I walk around.

“You know Togata, you look oddly familiar and it’s bothering me a bit.”

“How?” they sweat a bit “I’m just one of the boys!”

“Hmmm, I feel like we met before the exam” I rubbed my chin “but I can’t quite remember, we were probably children when it happened.”

“Well, actually” he put some thought into it “I was thinking the same thing sort of, would it help if I told you my dad is Lemillion?”

“Oh shit! It’s coming back to me!” I was wide eyed as we head to the parking lot “yea! They have 2 boys and a girl my age. OH THAT’S WHO! I was thinking about your sister, how is she by the way?”

“Oh ummm I don’t have a sister” the smile on his face disappeared as he said that.

“Huh? Maybe I was-” I hear a car honk, it was mom “oop, gotta go! See you tomorrow!”

I hop in the car and waved bye. I told my family of my school day and my mom couldn’t stop laughing at the fact that their school-mate Mineta was the homeroom teacher. But as I was getting ready for bed, one thing was bothering me... where did I see Hoshi before?

-Chapter 1, End-

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[hitchell-mope]

Bi!dark!henry broken heart

So........ the bear king is unchanged because that had no bearing (sorry) on the main plot

Broken heart:

So like hook Henry’s in the vault and the darkness fully overcomes him and he sees the darkest moments of his bloodline and I do mean everything:

Hook giving baelfire to pan

Cora manipulating snow into betraying Regina

Pinocchio convincing Neal to abandon Emma

Emma giving him up

Rumple losing baelfire

Rumple jefferson and doctor Frankenstein scamming Regina

His ordeal in the dream realm

He sees himself dying after eating the apple turnover

What snowing did to maleficent

He sees Snow White holding charmings lifeless body with the queen standing over her victorious as their world collapses around them

He sees what Regina did to graham and what Zelena did to Robin every single bit of it.

And the vision that hurts the most.

He sees exactly how rumplestiltskin came back after killing Pan

And of course all this breaks him a million times over.

Then he materialises out of the vault and just sits waiting

Hallucination!rumple: well done dearie you did it. you let the darkness win

Henry (utterly broken): did they uh did they read do all that or was it lying to me

Rumple: of the darkness never lies it shows you exactly what you need to be who you are

Henry: WHO I am is with Hansel WHAT I am is this thing

Rumple: oh you are so much more than just the dark one dearie you are also the author. You know this has never happened before. God and the devil in the same body. With that kind of power one can do anything one puts ones mind to. Say for instance doing what your mother never managed to

Henry (scoffs): what’s s that huh? Actually follow through and kill Snow White. That’s a bit derivative isn’t it?

Rumple: eeeeeeh no I like the way our mind works but no. I’m thinking of the one thing our life is missing. A certain corpse like hole that only you can fill

Henry: I’m listening

Cue the opening sequence

Storybrooke

Regina storms into into the mayors office demanding to know where zelena is

Henry (with his feet up on the desk): always with the demands what happened to my house where’s my sister how’d you get like this. It all very repetitive and quite frankly a waste of my time and yours. Now bye bye you need to get ready for the big reunion

Regina: what reunion?

Henry: oh that’s for Hansel and I to know and for you the saviour my grandparents Roland and your boyfriend to be very happy about. Speaking of how’s the little bundle of joy.

Regina says the baby would be better off with her mother.

Henry: I know and she is. She’s with her father and her mother. You’re her mother. I’ve written up the paper work your are now legally the mother of Robin Hoods daughter. Oh don’t look so glum chum. You’ll be brilliant. After all look how I turned out

Regina does look. She looks at her son with one brown and one neon green eye She sees his maroon leather jacket. The green gold leather scales covering his skin. The only saving grace she can see is his one moral anchor in Hansel (or so she thinks)

Regina (voice breaking): she isn’t my daughter. And you I don’t know what the hell you are but you are not my son

Henry: you want to know something mother? I am getting so sick of you and the others pointless moralising crap. Remember what you said to Emma all those years ago? The parent is the one on paper recognised by law and that’s you and Robin so have fun raising your daughter and for the lover of Isaac heller avoid the ravines you had with me you know the therapy the gaslighting the memory erasure. (Regina looks shocked) oh yes I haven’t let that go I forgiven but I haven’t forgotten now go before I end up with only one mother and I really wouldn’t like that

Regina half runs out of there

Hansel: why can’t they see were doing this for them. We’re giving Emma everything she wants and needs but won’t admit to herself that she does want and need it.

Henry: pitfalls of the adults Nicky. They just can’t accept that sometimes the child knows what’s needed but they’ll see they will all see by tomorrow morning

Camelot

Hansel finds Henry at the vault they hug

Hansel: wow you look good

Henry: given the circumstances you mean

Hansel: what circumstances?

Henry (half laughs): gee thanks

Hansel (he too laughs): you know w what I mean. You don’t look any different to me you never have

Henry is immensely pleased to hear that

Hansel: so uh how do you wanna play this. I’ve locked them in the diner but they’ll get out soon

Henry: I think we just need to walk. There’s something I need to tell you

Storybrooke

In the vault Henry pours petrol on to Arthur and a pint of rum on hook to wake them up

Henry: wake up you shiftless asses it’s time to plays

Hook asks why the rum.

Henry: I thought it would be a nice leaving gift as you depart this life and enter a new one filled with eternal torture (to Arthur) now you might be wandering about the petrol well fire cleanses everything in the end and you I think are most in need of purging unless of course you apologise to Hansel and I

Arthur spits in his face and tells him he’d rather die then apologise to a monster like Henry

Henry (smiling): wrong answer (to Hansel) I love it when they give the wrong answer

Camelot

Hansel: so you want to bring back your dad yeah? But I thought the apprentice said it couldn’t be done. Baelfire died in the land without magic so its impossible without a massive amount of power

Ohh dark curse

Henry: dark curse

Hansel looks nervous

Henry (realising what the dark curse means): oh no no no don’t worry for this particular one we’ll need Merlin

Storybrooke

Henry’s tied Hook the the mast of the Jolly Roger and is in the middle of covering the ship in petrol and rum

Henry: now any last words before I light this powder keg and you go up like the drunken firecracker you are.

Hook says Henry doesn’t have to do this

Henry: oh you’re right you’re right I don’t HAVE to do this I WANT to because you see I really don’t like you encroaching on my family. In a roundabout way I guess I should thank you for abandoning my father to pan cause if that happened I wouldn’t be here. Oh wow ooooh I never thought of that before. If all of you hadn’t done what you did we wouldn’t be hear now zoso dark curse pan ingrid Isaac (cackles) ohoho (sighs) you all did this and I will make sure you specifically pay the price.

Rumple turns up offering his life for hook but Henry still isn’t having any of it

Henry: wife’s not letting you into the homestead huh? You don’t need her join Hansel and I. Join us and let the pirate die and we can have everything we ever wanted. But if you fight me you’ll die with him. Why do you want to die for him anyway? Milah left you for him he’s baelfires stepfather you should want him dead like he’s wanted you dead for over 300 years. Yet you offer up your life instead. You must be truly desperate with out magic and with a gimpy leg. Tell you what. Sword fight you me one on one grandfather vs grandson former dark one vs current Mano e Mano. If you win I’ll let the pirate go you both go free. If I win the pirate dies and you work for us. And I think we both know that the second option is most likely cause A) captain Rogers taught me to sword fight and B) I can’t die.

So. Ya feeling lucky punk. (Smiles) well do ya?

So they fight and it reaches a stalemate but Henry’s pleasantly surprised at how good a fight rumple puts up especially given his leg and the fact Henry was fighting with Excalibur. (We all saw what it can do)

Henry: interesting your willingness to die isn’t as true as you may want to think. Cause if you really wanted to give your life for his you’d be dead at my feet.

Tell you what. I’ll offer you a deal cause that’s what you’d do. You don’t have to work for us but you can stay by our sides as we get our plan working. When it come to fruition you’re free to go.

Rumple asks about Hook

Henry: oh him (sighs) well since neither you or I won I guess he’s free to go (to hook) but remember our deal stay away from my mothers

Grandfather come with me

Camelot

They’ve made the potion for the dark curse

Hansel: hoo wow hope it works H

Henry: don’t worry Nicky it will

Rumple: well dearie do you know what you need now

Henry: of course the heart of the one I love most

Rumple: precisely. Now let’s kill the boy

Henry: you kill Hansel and my family will be stuck here forever because i will have killed myself to join him. (To Hansel) you heard that right. I’m not leaving you. ever. Unless you want me to.

Hansel asks if there’s an alternative they can use.

Rumple: you know there is one in fact. (He fades to nimue) bring merlin here so we can finish the job

Henry: gladly

Once they have merlin here Henry takes the sorcerers heart and crushes it into the potion. Then he brings the others there unconscious along with a hidden Arthur. Straps baby Neal and Roland to one of the booths and erases their memories of the last six weeks. He asks Hansel if he wants his memory taken as well

Hansel: thank you for offering but no. I want to help in any way I can. And this what we’ve accomplished is brilliant.

Henry straps him to the same booth as his uncle and Roland and has to put him to sleep so the others don’t get suspicious

Henry then realises he still has his dark one robes on and that will not do. So he changes them to the demonic greaser look he has in the present.

Henry: I always did like the saviours sense of style but that colour was far too bright

Storybrooke

Henry: hello mother

Before Emma has time to scream he spirits her way to the river bank where he slices the palm of her hand with Excalibur and does the same to rumple and let’s the mixed blood of the saviour and the previous dark one fall into the water

Then the ferry appears and nimue greets them

Henry: welcomed to storybrooke my lady nimue uh grandfather you’re gonna have to kiss her hand I’m monogamous and your wife left you. Mother I’m surprised at you. Show some respect to our guest. I may be A dark one but nimue is THE dark one the original you might say