#it doesn't count if the hero had died and then came back to life

[little-pondhead]

DP x DC Prompt

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There are no more heroes.

Well, okay. Rewind a bit.

Danny has been doing the hero thing for a while now. He’s had a big reveal; everyone has accepted him (including his parents), the GIW disbanded, the Anti-Ecto acts repealed, and generally, everything is going great. Some of the A-Listers are even training as junior ghost hunters to help give him a break from his rogues! (Being Ghost King makes things hectic sometimes, and he just needs the extra help. Sue him!)

The point is, literally nothing is wrong with Danny Phantom’s afterlife.

And then Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress, disappears in front of his eyes.

Danny is baffled! She’s just…gone! Valerie just popped out of existence, like she was never there. But no matter how hard he searches in the Ghost Zone, he can’t find her soul anywhere. His core isn't broken in grief. So she’s not dead. Which is good. So then, where is she?

Some of the others come forward with ideas on how to find her. A few ghosts volunteer to go out into the mortal realm, an area Danny had declared off-limits, to see if she was out there. Danny approves it. He rounds up some of the friendlier (i.e., discreet) ghosts and Amity Parkers and demolishes the outside travel ban.

So everyone spreads out, looking for their dear frenemy and teammate. But it becomes apparent very quickly that something is wrong with the rest of the world.

There are no more heroes.

Every single living superhero on the face of the Earth has just…vanished. Villains are running amok; the countries are in chaos! Some aliens are invading Earth, mythical deities are trying to take over, and society is crumbling to the ground. Everything is on the brink of collapse.

Well, Danny was still there. And so were his people. They were pretty spread out, so could they just…take up the mantles? He also knew where to find the souls of dead heroes in the Zone; surely they wouldn't mind coming out of retirement for a little bit, especially if they couldn't die again. Oh! And that skeleton army leftover from Pariah Dark's reign might be useful in repelling those invading forces.

Honestly, there were more than enough hands to go around! And with the heroes gone, Danny didn't mind letting everyone out for a little break, as long as they followed his rules. They wouldn't stop the search for the other heroes, but hopefully, when they found them, the heroes wouldn't mind Danny's intervention too much. :)

In other words:

Someone fucks up, and all of Earth's living heroes are either wished out of existence or are whisked away to some far-off realm where Danny hasn't checked yet. In the attempt to figure out what's going on, Danny lets the dead run amok over the Earth as they search for clues. The skeleton army repels the invading armies, the souls of dead heroes deal with the world leaders, and his rogues and other Amity Parkers set up shop in place of famous heroes, trying to get the cities under control again.

Basically, they just do their best to keep everything from imploding until the Justice League and others are back.

(And why is it that Danny hasn't disappeared? Well, whatever caused everyone to go poof! only affected living heroes. Anyone heroes that were dead in the first place, or even just half-dead, stayed behind.)

#pondhead blurbs #danny phantom #dpxdc #reveal gone right au #ghost king au #for plot reasons #it doesn't count if the hero had died and then came back to life #lots of heroes would still be around then #but this is me pushing the halfa!jason todd narrative work with me here he deserves the fun #deadman is there too #and he's just thriving honestly. it's so nice to be around his own kind even if the world is ending #maybe ellie is whooshed away too cause she never technically died but she took up danny's moniker when he was crowned #vlad is ecstatic cause danny put him in charge of several states while they looked for clues including Wisconsin #skulker is replacing superman and just has a shitty S painted on his chest and just eats kryptonite like candy the first time he meets Lex #Kitty and Johnny take over in gotham and sam is now the new wonder woman #idk man just stupid stuff like this #the press is flabbergasted cause the fucking KING OF GHOSTS just showed up and he's 14 and just looking for some friends #Danny: hey guys sorry about the zombies and fire i'm just here to find my coworker and lil sister and maybe the other heroes #Danny: in the meantime i'll just let my army into the mortal realm to defend it while we figure out what's going on pls don't yell at us :) #the press: how do we explain this to the justice league when they come back. how do we explain that earth was saved by a 14 year old boy- #also idk which heroes are technically dead but are still kicking so if you feel like someone deserves liminal status slap it on them idc #some villains are trying for world dominance and some are just trying to find their buddies. their fight buds. where'd they go? :( #joker gets bitch slapped by a skeleton two days in and waylon becomes bffs with wulf #danny uses the watchtower as a base of operations and it's the only thing he doesn't want to give up when the heroes are back #i have no plot ideas beyond this #i just want everyone to be baffled that an army of the dead showed up while they were gone and just made sure everything stayed cool #later danny realizes he was technically the ruler of the world for a bit since his people were everywhere keeping the villains in check

[cosmerelists]

Support Groups that are Needed in the Cosmere

[Spoilers throughout!]

Sure, Kaladin has invented therapy, but where are the highly specific, timeline-blind, Cosmere-spanning support groups that our heroes desperately need? Support groups like...

1. "My Parental Figure Tried to Murder Me and all I Got was this Stupid Trauma."

Vin: You grow up thinking your mom tried to kill you, but it turns out she was just spiking you to be controlled for an evil god. Vin: Not better. Charlie: Oh man, that's horrible! My dad just sent me to an evil sorceress he thought would kill me because I was just that embarrassing to him. Wax: My uncle, who raised me, tried to blow me up with my own butler! And that was just, like, the first murder attempt. Shallan (sweating): I really thought there'd be more "and I killed them back" by now.

2. "Kin-Killers Club Support Group"

Wax: Kin-Killer's...Club? Shallan: I thinks someone thought the alliteration would be jolly before realizing that this group probably shouldn't be. Raboniel: Some would claim that "kin-killing" must be specifically a blood relative, like a daughter, rather than a spouse. Dalinar: ...should I go? Wax: No, no, I think wives definitely count as family! Vin: How do we feel about in-laws? Father-in-law? Brother-in-law? Shallan: Hey, it's all trauma. Kaladin: What if you didn't kill your brother exactly but you feel like it's definitely your fault and the guilt eats you alive? Wax: Yeah, nixing the jolly alliteration was definitely a good idea.

3. "I Did Not Enjoy Being Enslaved"

Kaladin: I think, for me, the worst part was that by the time I had fallen that low, I kinda felt like I deserved it. For not protecting people. Kaladin: I think that's why I kept my slave brands for so long. Rlain: I never thought I deserved it. None of my people did. Crow: Hey, why is this group's name in the past tense? Some of us are STILL enslaved to the big stupid dragon, you know!

4. "Dead Brother Gang"

Kaladin: Uh, Shallan? Is it awkward to have me here? Shallan: Eh, it's okay. Narratively, I got over you killing my brother really quickly! Shallan: Sorry he killed, like, all of your friends. Kaladin: I think that's trauma for a different support group. Shallan: Ha ha yeah! I've been to so many it's hard to keep track. Jasnah: If the two of you are finished, perhaps the rest of us could also talk about our deceased brothers now? Llarimar: Uh, is it okay if our brother died but then later came back to life? His death was still, like, very sad. Marsh: Of course. Even brothers who don't remain dead can be grieved. Marsh: ...Sometimes they manage to annoy you more.

5. "Horses Suck So Much--Why Doesn't Anyone Else See It?"

Kaladin: ... Vin: ... Kaladin: Vin: ... Kaladin: I really thought we'd get more people. Vin: Me too!

6. "Killed Off For Another Character's Development"

Evi: I know my death gave my husband such a powerful backstory but...it would have been nice to be in the main narrative. Vin's mom: Hey, at least you got a name. Parlin: It sucks, but it must be nice that you were grieved, at least! Parlin: People are like, why was Parlin even a character? Kelsier: (sighs) Yeah, our deaths may help the main character grow...but at what cost? Evi (low voice): Are we sure he qualifies?

7. "I Really Thought That Guy Was Cool and then He Almost Murdered Me and I Felt Kind of Stupid"

Vivenna: Turns out you CAN'T trust mercenaries, even if they seem jolly. Shallan: Some men who bring you jam and bread are...bad. Siri: Even nerds can be evil. Hrathen: Sometimes the crazed, violence-prone, deeply unstable underling you think you can control for your own purposes turns out to be crazy, violent, unstable, and murderous. Vivenna: ... Shallan: ... Siri: ... Hrathen: What?

7. "Wronged By Hoid"

Kelsier: Ugh, that jerk. Punched me in the face. Sigzil: Abandoned me in the Bridge Crew. Not to mention that I have to run forever now, thanks to him. Jasnah: "Wronged" is perhaps strong, but I will say that he is not the ideal boyfriend. Riina: That son-of-bitch kicked me off of a perfectly fine planet! Amarem: He was quite rude to me, once. Or many times. Hoid: It's all so true. I get myself into SO much trouble sometimes. Hoid: Is there any greater victim of Hoid...than Hoid himself? Kelsier: YOU CAN'T BE HERE

#cosmere #cosmerelists #Vin #Charlie #Hoid #Shallan #Kaladin #Evi #Wax #Kelsier #Sigzil #Amarem #Riina #Vivenna #Siri #Parlin #Hrathen #Crow #Marsh #Jasnah #Llarimar #Dalinar

[a-butterfly1]

==✦CONTINUATION✦==

Part 1- (Lloyd, Kai, Nya, Jay, Cole, Zane)

This is the continuation for my spirit ninjago au (yeah the au doesn't have a proper name yet so I'm just sticking with that) there may be a third part Idk yet, I'm trying to expand a lot but keep my line of thought straight, expecially since I've been playing honkai star rail my imagination as been going on getting a lot of inspiration with that, mostly the paths system the thing is it may not make sence in a timeline because of dates, and honestly I do want to follow that since It makes some sense but I'll see.

==❤︎CHARACTER INFORMATION❤︎==

Skylor Chen Smith

Age- 1000+ (ghost) Died at 96 Height: 5'8½ (1,74m) Status: Kai's wife

A never ending hardworker, Skylor is a dedicated person, even with all that has happened in her life she moves on, "don't let the chains of the past hold you back" is her biggest quote. She still worked at Chen's Noodle House keeping the legacy even after everything, Kai helped even if not has much as she would have liked, but I guess thats a them problem. She is now residing in the cursed realm, the realm of the evil and dead, unfortunately for her the good deeds she practiced were in vain, and even worst for her, her father and clouse were also in the cursed realm, shall she have the pacience to deal with both of them, especially after it got to them that she married one of the ninja, Kai, the worst one in their eyes. Kai visits her in the cursed realm, mostly to hangout and sometimes is able to drag her out of that realm and spend sometimes in the living world.

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Morro Wu

Age- 1000+ (ghost) Died in his 20's Height: 6'4 (1,93m)

The people call him "the ashamed" as all that proceeds him as been the shame in his previous actions, a anti-hero. He stills remembers the day he was given a third and/or even fourth chance at redemption, he was in the cursed realm, sulking and poving his power the both new and old ghosts, when Lloyd appered in front of him, he had his arm extanded to him waiting for Morro to take it, Morro was mad but he had to let go at some point, right? So he did, and after a danger in Ninjago that even the Ninja had been spread a little too tin to deal with, Morro joined the battle, but due to him being a little rusty Lloyd gave him a bit of his power, with that the battle was won; to Morro's suprise Lloyd never toke the power back and instead insisted that Morro joined the Ninja becoming the 7th ninja. The rest of the team wasn't too pleased with this, but even soo, who are they to question Lloyd's decision…

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Garmadon

Age- 2000+ (ghost) Died in his 1000's Height (Before death) : 7'3 (2,21m) Height (After death) : 6'4 (1,93m) Status: Misako's husband and Lloyd's father

A tarnished name for sure, all that he has are distante memories of his horrible actions; being separated in two halfs after being revived is sure to bring conflict; one remained in the cursed realm, mostly wandering around, missing his family to no end, and the other was destroying anything that could be considered family. When the half in the living realm died, in came the extended influx of memories that didn't belong to him but at the same time did, he didn't know what to make of it the harm and despair he caused after long having accepted what he had done before- it was too much. But in the depths of that new memory… he could only smile; after everything died down and the living Garmadon stayed alongside Lloyd- the father and son moments he had only dreamed of ever being true had become reality, the laughter and genuine love he felt coming from and with his son, made him the happiest man in the cursed realm; after all he was givin a couple 100 years by his families side until he finally passed away, he made sure every moment counted. Even his marrige had healed to some degree. Now, in the present, Garmadon makes sure to have frequent visits to Lloyd, even if Morro is his only way there, the routine is quite fine for the both of them, Garmadon gets to visit his son and Morro always prefered the quiet atmosphere of the island, where the monestary is currently on. And truth be told, Garmadon, for sure, has given both Morro and Harumi a good death stare for the things they have done to his son, reasonably so.

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Harumi

Age- 1000+ (ghost) Died in her 30's Height: 5'11 (1,80m)

Harumi, often refered as the "wicked princess", in the living she owns a place in the new and improved "hall of villains", while in the dead she continuasly has an aura around her, even if she emitted regret in her past life, now she was surrounded by people who only sang praises about what she accomplished; after all now the people around her were as morally deranged as she was, if not even more. Unfortunatly for her, or fortunatly for the speck of regret she still holds, Morro had long been made aware of what she has done and due to him having to show that he has some moral grounds to be able to continue have the amount of power he was given, he keeps tabs on her and reminds her that she is supposed to be upset at all the praise. And to the new Garmadon she encountered in the cursed realms? A lot of mixed feelings for sure, either way, Morro just makes sure Harumi doesn't get to close.

==✿ADDITIONAL INFORMATION✿==

Skylor and Kai often just walk around Ninjago and think about the past, very old people style; The others tend to comment on their behavior but their stupidity just gets ignored not a whole lot can bring this woman's confidence down.

Kai was very self-conscious about his old lookin' self, Skylor would just make this man's ego go through the roof at times.

Morro, Garmadon have been living in the same home for a while, Harumi just kinda made herself at home, already knowing Morro from a previous prison visit from Lloyd, and just didn't bother giving a reason to why she was there, and Morro just ended up so feed up with kicking her out everytime that he just gave up.

Lloyd has Garmadon's, Misako's and Wu's graves at the end of the backward, beautifully siting under a weeping, tree very well taken care of. Garmadon often wonders if his body is really there or if it's just a memorial (he doesn't really want to check or ask Lloyd about it).

Many attempts at Morro's life have been made, mostly coming from Nya and Kai (water doesn't kill him persay but it sure hurts a whole lot), Jay just annoys him at any moment given, Cole and Zane give him side glances and try not to be hostile, and Lloyd well, his relationship with him has for sure gotten better, time can often heal wounds left by past actions; they often help eachother without much complain, and if there is, it mostly comes from Morro pretending to be upset.

Morro often pretends to despise Lloyd but he does actually care for him; Lloyd is very aware of Morro's true feelings thanks to the power connecting them both, so he just disregards the behavior.

Morro uses Lloyd as a human shield /aff, most of the times he's just possession Lloyd and hanging around but not willing to interact.

Harumi had a redepction arc inside prison and Lloyd would visit occasionally, sometimes he would have Morro with him, that's how they knew eachother, first time they met tho, let's just say, they weren't all too friendly with eachother.

Yes, Harumi died inside the prison, how? Idk, someone didn't like her I guess.

I should mention that most of Ninjago citizens are completly aware of the Ninja's past, mostly due to Cloud Kingdom just releasing many books each with one of the ninja's story, and after years those books were re-written many times and it may have become a game of broken telephone.

That is also why, the people of Ninjago are to the full extent aware of the Harumi's actions, and let's just say Lloyd's die hard fans aren't too happy.

#lego ninjago #my art #butterfly's art #reference sheet #spirit ninjago au #art #ninjago #ninjago au #ninjago garmadon #lord garmadon #sensei garmadon #misako montgomery garmadon #garmadon ninjago #ninjago harumi #princess harumi #morro wu #morro ninjago #ninjago morro #skylor chen #ninjago skylor

[livelaughtouya]

Catch me if you can // Dabi x Reader

Summary: After Endeavor discovers his oldest son cannot be the one to surpass All Might, he decides his future grandchildren could carry on his legacy. He finds an ice user for his son to marry once he comes of age. What he doesn't expect is for Touya to pass away in a fire. Already stuck in a contract with your parents, he moves the marriage contract to be with Touya's younger brother. You and Natsuo manage to post pone the wedding so the two of you can adjust to adulthood before settling down. When the U.A. students have a training camp in the woods you are quick to volunteer. To your surprised you greeted by a ghost of your past.

Word count: 3,605

Warnings: FAB reader agnst, hurt/comfort, hopeful ending

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You had been a part of the Todoroki family for as long as you could remember. After Touya’s parents had found out that he was not compatible with his quirk Endeavor was quick to find a way to still make his son useful to his overall goal. If Touya was meant to have an ice quirk, then he would find an ice user for his son to marry.If Touya couldn’t have the quirk Endeavor wanted, then potentially his grandchildren could. Your parents wanted to ensure that you would live a comfortable life and when the number two hero approached them looking for an ice user for his son to marry when he became of age they were quick to agree. Soon after that you had weekly visits in the Todoroki household. 

For the first few months Touya wanted nothing to do with you. All that he would speak about was how he would rather be training with his father than staring at some “stupid girl”. Your parents would always give you a gentle rub on the shoulder to assure you that the ill tempered boy would eventually be friendly to you. It took a lot longer than you had hoped, but he did. 

“Maybe if I am nice to you my father will start training with me again,” he huffed as his snow white hair blew back against the wind as the two of you trekked up the large hill to where you knew he liked to play with his fire. You crossed your arms with a pout at the fact he had planned to only be kind to you for his father’s attention.

“Or,” you butted in, “you could be nice to me because you could actually have a friend.”

“I do not need to have friends. Especially weak friends like you.” The icy glare he shot back at you over his shoulder made you frown. Finally fed up with his behavior, you decided to show him your quirk. You put a large wall of ice up in front of him causing him to come face first into the cold surface. A smirk shot across your face as he felt flat on his butt. “I am not weak,” you spat looking down at him. He simply smirked back up at you as he held his hand to the ice wall and melted a hole into the so the two of you could walk through it to your destination.

“Ice, huh?” he asked as you trailed behind him, “I see why my dad chose you.”

After you finally stood up to him he was more willing to let you in. Day after day turned into you learning more and more about the boy your parents had told you that you had to befriend. 

You only got two more years with him after that. You recall the pained look in your parents’ eyes when they had informed you that Touya had died in a fire. That was your first heartbreak. Touya had become your person since that day in the woods. The one person that knew every detail about your life and all of your dreams and fears.  

The next heart break came only a few weeks later when your parents had informed you that Endeavor and them had decided that instead of marrying Touya you would marry his younger brother Natsuo instead. 

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Natsuo laid across your bed as he watched you pack your bag for the U.A. training camp you had volunteered for. In the last decade of Touya’s passing, you had decided that you weren’t going to get close to Natsuo the way you did his brother. You decided you would never let your heart break the way it did that day again. 

“Where are you going again?” Natsuo asked, tossing a tennis ball up and down that he found on your bedroom floor. 

“Somewhere in the woods. I can’t remember what the name of it is. I just know Eraser Head asked if I would be willing to chaperone during the kid’s training,” you replied as you folded a pair of shorts to stuff into the large bag in front of him.

“You spend more time with those kids than you do me and we are the ones supposed to be getting married next year.”

You shot a glare in his direction in response making a smirk spread across his face. The two of you didn’t want to marry one another. You wouldn’t let feelings more than friends develop between the two of you and he wasn’t complaining about it either. Natsuo was able to fend off his father from forcing the two of you to marry immediately after he had turned eighteen. He reminded his father that he wanted a degree and you had plans of becoming a hero. Endeavor was willing to give the two of you a few years to adjust to adulthood before he had forced the two of you to become one. In those years, Natsuo got into a school he was happy with and you graduated U.A. and began working in Endeavor’s agency. You were usually permitted to volunteer with the kid’s at U.A. after Shouto had begun his studies there. You knew it was just a ploy for his father to get some idea on what the teachers there were training for him on. Shouto didn’t mind having you there though. He knew that you wouldn’t spill too much to his father.

“You look at me too much as a sister to be excited about us getting married,” you gave him a playful smirk as he began to fake a gag.

“Don’t remind me,” he groaned, covering his face, “I don’t even want to think about having kids with my sister.”

You scrunch your nose up in disgust at the last sentence he spoke. The two of you would have to conspire another plan to postpone your union another few years. 

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Being in the woods reminded you of the days of training with Touya behind his father’s back. A bittersweet smile crept its way across your face as thought back on all the times you and him would go back and forth throwing attacks of bright blue fire and shiny ice walls at one another until you were lying side by side panting for breath. You felt a gentle nudge on your shoulder as you walked through the training grounds. When you looked to its source you were greeted with blue and gray eyes. “Hi, Shouto,” you said softly, wrapping an arm around his shoulder making him make a face of disgust before shrugging you off of him. You let out a small laugh letting your arm fall back to your side. 

“You look upset so I thought I would give you my company,” he said blankly, not looking you in the eyes.

“I appreciate it, but I am fine. You should be enjoying this moment and spending time with your friends.”

He was silent for a moment. You knew this usually meant he was looking for the right way to phrase a question he wanted to ask. “Are you thinking about your wedding?”

It was your turn to think now. You knew you weren’t thinking about your wedding, but you also know you were not willing to speak to Shouto about Touya. You couldn’t tell him that you wished that Touya was still here. Maybe if he was he would be here walking beside you and Shouto, helping train the next generation of heroes. Maybe the two of you would be planning your arranged wedding right now. Maybe you would have had one or two future heroes right now. You shook those thoughts out of your head before turning back to your favorite ice and fire user.

“I am very excited and honored to marry Natsuo. I wouldn’t be sitting here looking glum if I was thinking about becoming a Todoroki,” you smiled, giving him a nudge.

“You are such a liar. Anyone that knows my family, does not want to be a part of it,” he replied in his usual bluntness. A breathy laugh left your lips as you turned your head to pay attention to the trail. 

“I do enjoy being a part of your family,” you admitted, “I love Nastuo, Fuyumi, and you.”

It was Shouto’s turn to smile at you. He didn’t need to reply for you to know he loved having you around as well. 

-

You shot a panicked look at Aizawa as you looked at as you got the telepathic message regarding the villain attack. The two of you immediately shot out of the classroom to help fight against whoever had intruded on the students’ training session. The two of you stopped outside of the building. Anxiety creeped its way through your body as you both noticed smoke pouring from the top of the tree lines where young heroes were attempting to improve their skills. A voice pulled you out of your thoughts. The two of you went to turn to see who it belonged to only to be greeted by hot flames. The only words you could pick up were “stay away” as you and Aizawa were greeted with hot flames. Aizawa shot upwards and you threw up a thick wall of ice to take the impact of the flames. You let out a breath of relief before looking up to ensure Eraser was fine. His eyes were red as he pulled the raven haired villain to the ground with a knee to the face, demanding what he and the villains wanted. Shortly after Tenya and a few kids came shooting out the woods. “Stay back,” he shouted, shooting a wall of ice in their direction to keep them from getting any closer to the man behind the attack. “I wonder if you can save them in the end,” you hear Dabi say. Your eyes shoot back to him only to see that he began to dissolve into Aizawa’s scarf. You realize quickly that the man in front of you was not the real villain and your feet take you racing into the woods. You could hear Aizawa’s heavy footsteps stomping behind you. You heard him stop as he came in contact with Midoriya. You didn’t bother to be a part of their conversation. You knew there were still other children out in those woods. One of them being Shouto. You heard Mandalay’s voice through your head granting permission to use their quirks against the villains. You sucked in a sharp breath thinking about these young kids going after villains that have killed people. 

You felt a pair of eyes on you making you stop. The glare burned into the back of your head. As you turned you were greeted to a hot hand squeezing your throat, tackling you to the ground. You were quick to shoot a cylinder of ice up, sending your assailant up and away from you. You crawled to your feet, feeling the burning scratch marks on your throat. You watched as your cylinder began to melt in front of you. Steam covered your makeshift battle ground from the cold to hot contact. You only knew one villain in the League with a fire quirk. “Dabi,” you spat, trying to find him in the mist. The only sign of him was a blue glow coming through where you believed to have thrown him. “Endeavor’s ice user,” he called back. The nickname sent a bitter taste in your mouth. The idea of being a pawn for your future father in law made you sick, even though you knew it was true. There was another ball of burning blue fire shooting your way and you were back on the offense. For a moment, it reminded you of all the hours you spent as a child battling Touya’s flames with your ice. You could never beat him as a child. Every fight ended up with your face in your hands with a pout. It wasn’t until a few months ago, when Shouto started actually using his fire where you got to practice fighting fire users again.

You shot another wall of thick ice up to block the impact of the flames. You heard a bitter laugh come from Dabi as his fire died down. “Is that all you know how to do?” It sounded almost like he believed you were too boring to be fighting him. Anger welled up inside of you. Who was he to make you out to be weak? You began shooting sharp ice spikes in his direction. You could hear pieces of his clothes ripping as he tried dodging your ice spikes. “I am not a weak opponent,” you yelled, encasing him in your ice. You began stalking towards him, forming an ice sword into your hands. You pressed it to his throat as he kept his head down. A light chuckle left his throat before he looked up at you. It was the first time that you had ever been so close to him. His eyes were familiar. You stopped in your tracks, just staring. 

“Touya,” you let out a pained whisper. You barely noticed his eyes widened before they sunk back into his bored expression.

“Are you concussed, stupid girl? The name is Dabi,” he scoffed. You watched as he began to melt your ice. You were too frozen to do what you knew you needed to do. You began studying his features. The shape of nose and jaws. The deep blue of his eyes. The way he stalked towards you. If it wasn’t for the black hair, and purple, marred flesh and the shiny stables holding his skin together, he would be exactly what you would imagine Touya to look like if he hadn’t died. You sucked in a breath as he had managed to stand merely 4 inches away from you. The smell of smoke filled your lungs as you looked up to his face. He was staring down at you, blue eyes boring into yours. Before you knew what you were doing, you had your arms squeezing into his sides in a tight hug, as tears burned your eyes. “Touya,” you cried, burying your face into his chest. You could feel him tense up. If this wasn’t Touya, Dabi probably would have assumed you had lost your mind. He doesn’t push you away like you thought. Instead, you feel his hands gently on your shoulders, you could tell he was contemplating what to do. He slowly peels you off of him. He takes a step back, almost as if he is scared of what either of you will say next. There is silence for a few more moments. 

“I am not Touya,” he says bitterly. The name Touya comes out like it burns his tongue. You know better though. You know Touya. His mannerisms, his attitude, the way he speaks, the way he tries to play it off like he doesn’t care with a hard ass attitude.

“If you’re not Touya, then kill me,” you challenge. The man in front of you grimaces before shaking his head.

“I did not come here to indulge you,” he scoffs. 

“Sounds like you have a soft spot. I know you won’t kill me. I also know you won’t tell me what happened to you,” your voice is barely above a whisper. You're still too stunned at the fact that your friend that had died is standing right in front of you, years later. 

“I need to get back to my mission,” he replies boredly, completely ignoring your words from before. He turned on his heels to walk away from you. Sudden rage filled you. You were quick to make a small ice building trapping the two of you in it. Dabi walked face first into the ice, falling flat on his butt from the sudden impact. “Deja vu,” he huffs under his breath, hoping you didn’t hear him. You did though and a sudden smile spread across your face as you ran back over to him, pulling him into another hug that made him tense up.

“You ARE Touya,” you wail, squeezing him tighter. He can feel his white shirt being soaked with your tears. He lets out the breath he was holding in as he finally caves and wraps his arms back around your waist. He knows this is a bad idea, but he couldn’t resist indulging in this. He missed you a lot more than he was willing to admit. He only ever got to see you on the television screen as you celebrated capturing villains alongside his father or when the hero gossip channels spoke on your engagement to his brother. Both of those topics would usually put him in an awful mood that made everyone in the League avoid him.

“I am Dabi now,” he reminds you, pulling you off of him for the second time in the last ten minutes. “You can not say anything about this. Plus it’s not like anyone will believe you.” There is a smirk on his face at the last sentence. He knew he was right. His father would probably burn you alive if you had attempted to even bring up the name Touya in front of him. You  both knew that.

“You left me,” you whispered, playing with the zipper of his jacket. His facial features soften as he looks back up to you.

“I didn’t mean to,” he replies with a soft voice. This is the first time he has seen anyone express any form of remorse and sadness over him disappearing all those years ago. He shouldn’t be surprised though since it is you. You have always shown him kindness, even when he was a little asshole to you. “I see my brother has been taking care of you though. I am sure you guys are looking forward to being married.” He sounds bitter. You were supposed to be his. The only gift his father has ever given him that wasn’t supposed to cause him pain. Yet here you were with a big diamond on your finger that screamed your heart belonged to Natsuo.

“Please don’t remind me,” your voice was sad. He didn’t like it. He also didn’t understand it since every time he saw glimpses of you and his younger brother the two of you always looked so happy. “We’re just doing this because of our parents. You know that. If you would have stayed, it would be you in Nastuo’s shoes. Though, I am sure you would be doing the same exact thing as him and coming up with more and more reasons to keep pushing the wedding back.”

He wouldn’t though. He knew he wouldn't. The only person who never lost hope in him and continued to cheer him on was you. Touya knew you still saw the good in him, otherwise you would have blasted him to a different planet nearly twenty minutes ago so you could go and protect those kids in the woods. He would have married you the second the two of you were the age to legally do so. He wouldn’t tell you that though. He knew better. He knew you deserved better. Being with him now would just lead you to even more heartbreak than what he had already caused.

“I have to go,” he whispered, “I have to do this job to get to my end goal.”

“You don’t have to,” you argue back softly. You didn’t want to end this reunion. You didn’t want him to leave you alone again. “You don’t have to stay with the league. You can come home.”

Touya shakes his head. He couldn’t have you pleading with him to stay. He is in too deep to his plan now. He has killed too many innocent people to get out of this scotch free. The only home he would have if he left the League would be a prison cell. He didn't want that. He knew that you didn’t want him to be in there either. Maybe even more than you didn’t want him to continue a life of crime. He is almost positive that you were rooting on Dabi’s arrest before you found out his real identity.

“I am leaving now,” he tells you tapping on your hips to get you to stop straddling him from the hug you previously forced him into. You reluctantly get off of him and he gives you a forgiving smile as he reaches his hand on a section of your ice to melt an exit. Before he can you grab a hold of his other hand. He looks back at you softly to see what you need before he departs. There is worry in your eyes and maybe even forgiveness. 

“Please tell me what you and the rest of the league are doing here?” you plead, hoping the goal isn’t to actually kill the students of U.A. That’s when you catch him shooting you a devious smirk that hints he is about to say something that will piss you off. He melts a piece of ice big enough for him to escape before he indulges your question.

“I gotta give you another reason to chase me down, princess. So I’m kidnapping Bakugou,” he winks at you before setting a wall of fire in front of you so it’d be harder to get to him.

“Touya,” you scream in rage as you hear him laugh back at you.

“See you later, pretty girl,” he shouts back, “catch me when you can!”

#dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #touya x reader #dabi angst #touya angst #touya todoroki angst #touya todoroki x reader #bnha #mha x reader #bnha x reader

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

A Light in the Darkness {Part 03 of 07}

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Hargrove!twinsister Reader

Chapter word count: 2 K

Summary: After Billy died, you got stuck in a dark place, where you didn't have to deal with your feelings. Your friends don't know what to do but to drag you away from the many fights you pick. And life was dragging itself, an agonizing day after the other... Until Eddie Munson broke through the very high walls you built around yourself.

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Light

There's peace in the darkness. If you could, you'd spend hours underwater, despite the cold clinging to your bones. With time, you learned to hold your breath for a minute, maybe a bit more, but you never really cared enough to count.

You only swim up, slowly, when your lungs are empty of oxygen, burning for it. Eyes open, you see the faint grey light of the moon on the surface getting closer and closer, until you finally break through, breathing in and out several times. Leaning on your back, you make yourself float, looking at the white moon among the stars. It's always beautiful here, and many times, when you spend too many hours in the lake, you thought about dying here. A peaceful, calm death. Maybe drowning, in the middle of the night when sleep overcomes you. Or hypothermia. Robin warned you about that some time ago.

But still, you come here, several times a week to clear your head.

Sometime later, you're not sure how long, when you swim to the surface again, you see the sky in the East starting to light up, thin clouds painted a dark orange. Sighing, you ignore how heavy your eyelids are after two sleepless nights. Looking towards the shore you came from, you're thankful you ended up close enough for an easy swim, so that's what you do.

Once your feet hit the sand, you walk the rest of the way, bracing yourself against the wind. It doesn't help much since your clothes are soaked. You can't get inside the car now, so you lean against the hood, waiting for the wind to dry you off a little. There's some muttering coming from the walkie you keep in the glove compartment, but you ignore it. They're asking where you are, and by the multiple voices, they woke each other up. “Stupid...” You mutter, because they don't have to treat you like a child. You're eighteen, you can go around as much as you like. Not even Neil can tell you what do to now, since he decided to leave - probably with another woman -. So they can chill.

It's a Sunday, so you don't have to rush to get to school. The sky is all painted blue when you finally move to get inside the car. But when you do, you don't move.

When you were kids, you and Billy used to walk through the streets after Neil did something. It was always a mess. He would be mad, walking three feet ahead, as you would follow, crossed arms and mumbling, cursing Neil under your breath. When you came here, that habit had died down, but things got much worse, so Santa Monica's streets were replaced by the many tracks in the woods around Hawkins. That's how you found Lover's Lake. And that's how you fought with him every time he warned you not to come here because he'd bring a girl here.

You'd give everything to have the chance to argue with Billy again. About anything, really.

He was your best friend, and throughout your lives, you only had each other to rely on when it came to the nightmare you lived in. And when your mother left... You became each other's heroes.

Many times you faced Neil when he was beating Billy, and Billy did the same when you were the target of Neil's anger.

Now you're alone.

Some months after Billy's death, you opened up to everyone about Neil. But after that, you never spoke of it again, and neither did them.

Taking a deep breath, you notice the tears rolling down and wipe them off with the back of your hand, starting the car. You're just about to put the gear on reverse when you hear a car getting close. Checking the review mirror, you don't have time to wonder who would be here this early when you see the van. Takes two seconds for you to recognize it. “Shit.”

Throwing your hands up in frustration, you reach for the glove compartment and takes the walkie. “Hey. Better answer me. What the hell is E-” A knock on the window makes you jump on your seat, shooting Eddie an angry stare. “What the hell is Eddie Munson doing here?” You finish the question as you push the door open. “What are you doing here?”

“(Y/N)?” Dustin's voice comes through the radio. “Are you okay? Over.”

Rolling your eyes, you bring the radio near your mouth. “Of course I'm okay. Why is Eddie here?”

“We were worried!”

“(Y/N), please.” Is Maxine who speaks now. “Where were you all night?”

“Went for a swim.” You reply, raising your eyes to meet Eddie's stare. He doesn't say anything, crossing his arms over his chest. “Lover's Lake.”

She takes a deep breath. “Can you please go back home? I've been looking for you since 4 in the morning. You didn't sleep yesterday, you didn't sleep today...” She trails off, and you can hear the hurt in her voice. “Do this for me, if you don't want to do this for yourself.”

Eddie's eyes narrow at the dialogue, and you try to read what's going on in his mind. “You guys need to know that I'm fine. A lot of people-”

“Don't bullshit us.” Steve's voice comes through. As usual, probably everyone was on the hunt for you.

“Yeah. You know what happens to your body after 48 hours of sleep deprivation?” Robin says, too fast for you to understand. “Well, I do. You'll pass out. Probably behind the wheel. And since you always drive sooooo slow, right, (Y/N)? You'll hit a tree or something and then, boom, next thing we know we're having a funeral.” You can hear her catching her breath on the other side. “Is that what you want? Huh? To leave us? To leave Max?”

“Of course I don't want that!” You shout back, gripping the walkie a bit too hard. “I don't-” It gets caught in your throat, a bitter lump that keeps you from saying anything else.

“Hey.” Eddie's voice is barely a whisper as he moves, slow and carefully, to take the radio from your hand. “Guys? I've got her, okay? I'll make her eat something and take her home. Someone come pick up her car.”

That makes you gasp, raising both eyebrows. You don't like people taking over your life like that. Never have. And you're about to say something when Maxine's voice makes you shut up. “Please, just... Make sure she's alright.”

“I will.” He says and pushes the button to cut the connection. “I know you want to get into your car and just drive away again, probably yell at me in the process, but do as she just said. Do it from them since you clearly don't care much for your own wellbeing.”

It hits you. It really does. Biting your lip, you give him the smallest of nods, that you don't even know what mean. “Okay. Mmm...” He gestures at a house half a mile away, by the lake. “A friend of mine lives there. I could grab something and we can eat by his deck over there.”

“No.” You're quick to say.

“I was expecting that,” Eddie mutters, searching in his pocket. “I... I have enough for some cheap breakfast by the road.” He looks up at you with an apologetic smile. “If I knew we'd have a breakfast date, I'd bring some money with me.”

“Just some advice, you're not funny.” Walking past him, you get into the passenger seat of his van, much to your dismay, watching as he mumbles something to himself and gets inside the car as well.

“I know just the place... But it's out of town.”

“You have to-” You begin, but force yourself to stop. Is he... Trying to be nice? Why would he, after you did nothing but be mean to him? Probably because of your friends. “Drop the act, Munson. You don't have to pretend to be nice just because of a bunch of kids.” Crossing your arms, you lean against the window as he starts to drive off.

“If I was in it just because of your friends, I'd just drop you home and be done with it.” He says, his tone more serious now. Glancing at him, your eyes meet his. “Don't act as if you got me all figured out.”

“I don't. That's exactly what I dislike about you.” You say, averting your eyes and looking at the road ahead. “Among other things.”

“Like what?”

“You really wanna know?”

“Yeah.”

“First of all, D&D is stupid, I don't know why you make it such a big part of your life. Second, you have this whole oh, look at how I'm weird vibe going on, which is also stupid.”

“You're breaking my heart, darling.”

“Yeah. And also, this van is ridiculous!”

“Now you're talking about my car, not me.” He speaks, taking a turn right and taking the chance to look at you. “Is it because you can't find anything else to complain about?”

“Your attitude right now is stupid too.” With that, you reach over to turn on the radio, putting on a music station that you like. Turning the volume up, you lean back against your seat, closing your eyes.

You're awakened by a soft hand shaking your shoulder. Rubbing your eyes, you look up at Eddie before looking around. “Where are we?”

“A couple of miles East of Hawkins.” He says, pulling the door open. “This 24-hour dinner has a nice breakfast menu so I got you some of the best.” When you get out of the car, Eddie jerks his head to the side. “There. Let's go.”

There's a set of wooden tables across from the dinner, near a fence. Looking over it, you see that this road is high, leading to the mountains, and down there, you can see the pine trees. It's a beautiful view under the morning sun.

“I have no idea what you like so I went for the obvious.“ Eddie says. “Vanilla cake, amazing by the way. And... Coffee?“

“I don't like coffee.“ You mutter after thinking twice. You don't want to come out rude after what he did.

“Me neither. I got myself a hot cocoa, you can have it.“

“No, it's okay.“ Sitting down, you pull the slice of cake as Eddie hands you a plastic fork. “How much do I owe you for this?“

“Guys usually pay when it's a date, right?“ He says with a shy smile.

“This is not a date, Munson. Do you really think this is how I show up for a date? “ Gesturing at yourself with the free hand, you bring the fork with a piece of cake to your mouth. “In a simple shirt and worn our jeans?“ You say once you swallow.

“Well, you look good like this to me so.“ He shrugs.

You know you do. Guys have complimented you before, even when you didn't put much effort into your looks. But this feels different. Eddie feels... Honest. Truly, no games are being played here. “Hm. Thanks.“

“You know what you need?“ He pauses, only to speak again when you shrug. “A party.“

“A party?“

“Yeah. I mean, I didn't get invited, obviously, but I'm sure you were. Kate's birthday or something?“

Nodding, you decide to steal a sip from his hot cocoa. “Yeah. Next Saturday.“

“You should go.“

“But you won't.“

“Wasn't invited.“

“Well, I can bring anyone I want.“

Eddie smiles. “Are you inviting me?“

“Only if you wipe that smile off your face.“

He raises both his hands in defeat, forcing his smile to die. “It's gone.“

“Good.“ You say, focusing on your cake.

The smile does come back to his lips, but you pretend you don't see it. And just like that, too fast for your taste, you decided to go to a party with Eddie... What's happening to you?

@lovesanimals0000

#eddie munson imagine #imagine eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #stranger things imagine #imagine stranger things

[erudianokabe]

THERE ARE TOO MANY ARTWORKS OF REINER IN THAT DAMN CHAIR WITH A FREAKIN' GUN TO HIS MOUTH.

I'm going to fucking cry. They are all such good artworks tho and I love them, but my feelings. When I first saw that scene... DJFLSJF So help me, I wanted to slap him SO bad.

Anyway, I'd like to thank Falco. If he wasn't there, Reiner's brains might have splattered all over the wall. I say MIGHT because a part of me wants to believe that despite his, at that time, 99.9% need to just kill himself... I think that the .1% miiiiiiight kick in. Again, might. He was already constantly at a really low point (he's good at hiding it, I feel), and remembering his time in Paradis after talking about it with his family just triggered things. Regrets. Feelings... about what a piece of shit he felt he was; not a hero... just a murderer when he realized there were no devils. Just people like him.

I mean, Reiner's a good person through and through. And just because you're good, doesn't mean you're immune from making bad decisions. You can be the smartest dude and still make shitty calls (hi Zeke, ilu bestie). And Reiner's a pretty smart guy specially when it comes to being one step ahead, making plans... based on what he learned in Marley, but mostly because of what he learned through experience... in what he felt would be the best course of action that will keep him alive long enough to get the job done. Because more than success for Marley, again... his need to be a hero, to be respected, came from the fact that he wants to bring his family together again (which failed when his father blatantly said he wanted nothing to do with them), and then to simply just make his mother proud and give her a good life.

We gotta understand that when he made the decision to stay in Paradis, he was a scared, brainwashed kid that didn't know any better apart from the fact that if you fail, you die. And he couldn't die just yet... not without doing anything to make a difference, not when he's hardly at the starting point to his goal. I mean, they got by eight years in Paradis without getting caught. Correspondences sent by him when Annie was in the MP were all done through secret code. Eight years of living with people he believed were demons, eight years of relearning how to live in a society that's less advanced than what they're used to. A lifetime of shouldering the guilt of Marcel's death. Eight years of having to be the leader to their trio because he was the one who made the call to stay. Eight years of carrying the burden of the truth that will continuously eat at him for the rest of his life. Eight years of hate from Annie. Four years and counting when it comes to blaming himself for Annie's capture and Bertolt's death. A lifetime being haunted by the fact that he was never really good enough, that he was just the option so that Porco wouldn't have to die... but he died either way when Eren attacked. A lifetime of blaming himself for the failure at Paradis, and because of what he did, he understands he was part of what caused Eren to turn this way...

And you know what? Despite the fact that he almost committed suicide, almost gave up after saving Falco... he still forced himself to do the right thing. Taking accountability for what he had done, rather than running away via whatever means available. And he could have done it too. He could have just stopped listening, or went back to trying to shoot himself, but he didn't. He could have told Connie and the scouts "no" when they went to him to put an effort to "save" the world. He could have stayed behind like Annie; I'm 100% sure he's just as exhausted from all the fighting. He had 4 years of being Marley's damn shield in the Mid-East Alliance War. He did his best to prove himself and is still continuously doing so. Besides. I think he did his utmost to cling to the armor because he understands the responsibility and the curse of becoming a titan shifter. That's why he was so adamant about Falco taking over him so that Gabi wouldn't. Admittedly, that's a dick move on his part... threatening Falco like that, but he was doing it so that he could save his cousin. That doesn't make it right, of course. But he's just the type of guy to do what he can to stop losing people that he cares about. He's already suffered so much loss. And understands that he can never be forgiven for what he did. He doesn't expect it, doesn't even want the forgiveness... he just wants to atone for what he's done... he doesn't even make excuses for himself, and simply takes it, accepts his faults and works out ways to make things better not for himself but for others.

That's so attractive of him.

Of course, deep down. Even if he doesn't admit to it... I think that he just wants to be accepted and forgiven... but knows he's done too much to ever be granted that. That's why what Jean said, I could see, meant so much to him. The acceptance. That he was still regarded as one of them, as part of the 104th; or what his mother told him at the end when everything was over.

He's so endearing. I love him so much.

Anyway... I ended up gushing again. Sorry. Don't mind me.

#◤ .beyond the walls. ◥ ooc #◤ .field tests & experiments. ◥ character study #‖▤ reiner braun ◈ the armour #I've been so tired from work... however every time I come here... I'm always just posting about Reiner. dhfksdf #I love him so much.

[silvertonguedcharlatan]

random OC ask: does your OC have any significant relationships that have defined them, for better or for worse? what do those relationship(s) look like, and have they changed over the course of your OC’s story?

I think the most obvious answer to this question, since we're talking about my tav, siobhan, would be the friends she makes during the events of the game

Biggest ones are Astarion (romanced companion and my personal favorite) and Wyll/Karlach (interesting set of circumstances) but they all have a pretty significant relationship with her

Her relationship with Astarion is a bit of a push and pull. She pushes him to be his best self and he pulls her down to his level. They are so disgustingly in love it annoys everybody. Siobhan doesn't care she thinks Astarion is pragmatic and very fun to have around. The obvious changes in their relationship would be Astarion realizing his feeling are in fact real in Act 2 and them getting even closer post-cazador in Act 3. The big changes in Astarion are that he comes around to the hero life and gains a lot of confidence after not ascending, but we know that.

The big changes in Siobhan are that she becomes surprisingly ok with doing crimes. It starts small like stealing some stuff from the druids "because they totally deserve it the healer tried to poison you", extorting a gnome because "well he did offer", and stealing from the Zhents because "they died fighting gnolls they won't miss it". Then it gets bigger because you have to do a prison break to save the tieflings and gnomes from Moonrise it's the right thing to do. And you know another prison break at Wyrm's Rock is really not a big ask if its for Florrick, darling. And before you know it they're robbing the counting house because "it's really their own fault there are no guards in this room" and allying with Gortash because he really isn't the worst option at this point and they can take him if he turns on them. In the end they balance each other out well, I think. They're basically married because i said so and they spend centuries doing the right thing the wrong way.

Wyll had a bit of a rocky start with her and honestly never really recovered. The first strike against him is when he asks Astarion how his rat diet is going the morning after she let him bite her and said he can eat bandits (meta: i felt offended on her behalf). The next and more important strike is when they do Wyll's devil hunt and find the "devil" Karlach. On the topic of devils Siobhan trusts the blade of frontiers and knows that devils need to be sent back to the hells so she defers to Wyll. Karlach's pleading and explanations struck Siobhan as odd but who would know a demon better than Wyll? He wouldn't be so insistent on killing her if she didn't truly need to die right? So they kill her. When Mizora shows up and Wyll starts talking about "innocent tieflings" Siobhan is a little fucked up about it. She trusted him and they killed an innocent woman.

While it wasn't necessarily Wyll's fault, that experience jaded her considerably and she became much less willing to take people at their word after it happened and harbors a distaste for warlocks to this day. They weren't close after that but she did help him out of his pact, mostly so Mizora couldn't use him to hurt anyone else. The distrust of others that came from this was actually beneficial in a round about way. When they allied with Gortash and came to him with the stones she didn't trust him enough to honor their deal if she didn't keep her stones. Which was incidentally exactly what he wanted.

She thinks about Karlach a lot.

She likes Lae'zel. She's the only one who's honest and on task. It's nice. She trusts her to take charge when they go do githyanki stuff at the creche and with voss. They become good friends (she thinks). She is truly sad to see her go at the end but very happy for and proud of her for becoming a leader to her people. Lae'zel doesn't change Siobhan a ton but when she gets taken by Orin it reveals some primal anger in Siobhan that she didn't know she had in there. It shocks everyone. She is happiest to see her at the reunion.

Shadowheart was a wildcard for the longest time to her because of the secrecy and amnesia. Siobhan liked to think they got along but the Shadowfell and Nightsong confrontation was the Most Stressful moment of her life. She doesn't know what exactly she did to keep Shart from killing Aylin but she is glad she did it. This whole event makes Siobhan realize the gravity her actions have and the responsibility she possesses leading this party of problem children. She is able to commiserate with her about the loss of parents you barely got to know so they get closer at the end of the story and I feel they keep in touch.

Gale is the funniest relationship she has I think. He came on to her hard at the beginning and didn't really get the hint that she wasn't interested until she started showing up out of Astarion's tent with fresh bite marks every day (buggy gale was so funny). In my mind this led to antics and mild jealousy like cooking with excessive amounts of garlic when he could. When they finally get over this he starts to grow on her because of his knowledgeability and sense of humor. I think generally making new friends changed Siobhan for the better in the sense that she feels happier and more connected to the world than she used to.

#bg3 oc #im so sorry i write a fucking novel every time i answer an ask #im so sorry to keep dogging on wyll but i also think he would be so mad about siobhan's lil corruption arc #he propositioned her too and was probably steaming when she started going yeah astarion lets steal some stuff

[monpalace]

ships .. (legend of zelda) link & (original character) s'avahili dragmire.

content .. in her mourning, s'avahili is visited by an old friend.

word count .. 2,455.

warnings .. i wrote this 3 years ago, then rewrote it in january (?) and haven't looked at it since then. beta'd by grammarly (not premium), so. i think i wrote this when i had gasli go by they/she pronouns and not he/him.

notes .. link and s'avahili's love language being food will never not be my favorite thing to write even if neither of them made it. i also wrote about this before thinking about the rest of venom's plot so ig this was my personal proof of concept + this was supposed to be in an act by itself with the first chapter called the beginning but nvm that ig😋✌🏽

S'avahili has long since been accustomed to wiping blood off her hands, both literally and metaphorically.

This time, unfortunately, is literal.

It was always literal when the chosen hero reached the end of his journey.

Her brother bled like a pig when Link plunged his sword into the jewel that adorned his forehead every lifetime; he did so even more when Zelda thought it best to pierce an arrow of light through his heart.

Ganondorf was still bleeding, his pig features making themselves present as Malice caused his skin to char and crack into a coal black, his blood instead seeping into the ground as though it were lava. It even had the viscosity.

When S'avahili drops to her knees beside Ganondorf's head and reaches for the hand he held out, she wonders when she became so accustomed to the feeling of blood on her hands and tragedy in her heart.

They'd never caught any semblance of a break in any of their incarnations either.

Ganondorf's hold tightens when she slides hers against his palm. She tries to return the gesture despite feeling weak and faint. When he turns his head against her knee (despite the discomfort) to better meet her eyes, S'avahili finally feels her eyes start to burn and water.

Though his expression was neutral and anger-drowned eyes were beginning to fill with other emotions, S'avahili still felt the need to speak.

"Remember when I died of heartbreak during the Era of Prosperity?" Incidentally, her voice cracks when she speaks, but she can't bring herself to mind when it does. Her other hand lowers to hold itself against his face. "I'm having a very similar feeling to then."

Ganondorf's grip tightens before immediately becoming lax. His strength was greatly diminishing, the master sword draining him of everything he was as the light arrow kept him weak.

She'd use the Triforce of Power to heal him if it weren't for the look Zelda was giving them from over the line of Gerudo warriors.

Rubbing her finger against the back of his hand, S'avahili sniffles again. "I don't think that'll happen again this time." She meant to add that she was still a child, thirteen, but words fail her. "I just.. feel it."

Ganondorf uses the last of his strength to make his other arm cusp the back of her head, letting it fall like deadweight so her face came in contact with the junction between his chin and neck.

A guttural noise makes its way to the ear that was pressed between her head and his throat. S'avahili was able to hear his low groan of comfort as his life finally left him, the noise and vibration slowly fading off into nothing.

She refuses to move until Gasli moves behind her and spreads his wings in front of his body, waiting for her to move. Itha had followed her husband, kneeling beside S'avahili to place a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Your mothers are home preparing the ceremony," they say in a gentle tone. She places a hand on S'avahili's side when she doesn't twitch at their touch. "If we leave now, we'll arrive in the valley before they finish. Caliban had his soldiers bring a carriage large enough to fit the both of you comfortably."

Finally forcing herself off Ganondorf's corpse, S'avahili takes a deep breath as she stands. "Have them bring it here." Her voice was no longer on the verge of sobbing, but instead filled with rocks and gravel.

She takes a moment to wrap her hands around the hilt of the Master Sword and ignores the pain that shoots its way throughout her body. She refuses to place her foot on his body for leverage, instead gathering strength with their Triforce to yank it out in a single, swift, and clean yank.

S'avahili wipes the blade of his blood before dropping it onto Gasli's wings. "Take that to Link, please."

He doesn't say anything, instead doing as requested as he tucks the sword into the leather band that wrapped around his waist. Gerudo warriors switch places with him, S'avahili maneuvering herself to stand at his head.

Gasli was never good during these moments. Itha had always taken the role of the leader for the coming months after the death of Ganondorf.

There was always consistency when it came to the end of the journey; S'avahili's glad she at least had that in her life.

It always went as followed;

First, the death of Malice and, subsequently, her brother. She'd gone through it hundreds of times before and she'd go through it thousands more times due to Ouroboros they were stuck in.

Second, the dispersal of all Hylians in the near vicinity. Everyone said it was for their own safety given there were only two with a Triforce and even they could barely handle the exertion of raw malice Ganondorf's body released upon his death.

Third, all Gerudo, Twili, Sheikah, Goron, Zora, and Rito returned home to mourn their losses and bury their dead before gathering together in the Sand Temple to perform the ceremony for Ganondorf's death; which was currently underway.

When one of the warriors calls her name to break her from her thoughts, she lets out a blank hum of acknowledgment. To be truthful, she almost jumped when one reached out to touch her shoulder when the blank look doesn't leave her eyes.

("Little sister," she had called. Not "Chieftess," "Chief," or "S'ava.")

(S'avahili feels a painful throb in her heart.)

"The carriage," another says between wary breaths, "it's here."

"Lift him," S'avahili directs, already squatting as she slid her hands beneath his head. She bites her tongue to keep herself from adding on "carefully," knowing they'd be so attentive with his body regardless of if she said it.

Mindful they are when they join S'avahili in lifting him. Precise, calculated movements as they place him in a coach, the interior of it surrounded entirely by plush, pillowy walls.

They were quiet as they removed their hands from him and left the carriage. Quiet enough that she could hear Yusef whispering with Sahir about his plans to join him in Kakariko village after Ganondorf's ceremony.

S'avahili presses the jewel on her forehead to his.

Though the weight of the carriage is heavily favoring its weight to the back, it tries to balance itself out when another body joins Yusef in the front.

"Link," Sahir hums with faux pleasance. S'avahili presses her jem against Ganondorf's with more pressure. "What brings you over here? Is your princess not going to chew your head off?"

Though she can't see him, S'avahili can imagine what he was doing as he spoke in a harsh rasp.

A shake of his head as he looks at his princess from over his shoulder. "She'll be fine," he says before biting his lip and adding an airy, "hopefully. Where are you all heading?"

"The Valley." Yusef had answered Link's question this time around, his voice making it sound curt. His eyes were likely on Zelda, locked in a heated, silent battle of their own. "Then home; for all of us."

"You're going back to Hyrule?"

"Going back?" Sahir had an amused expression on his face. "Are you not returning?"

There's a baited silence from all three parties that are cut by the bells of the horses' rein being pulled.

"Yeah."

"Will you travel to another continent?" Yusef asks as the horses begin pulling the carriage along. His voice was less tense. He'd stopped his staring at Zelda, instead focusing his attention on the extra passenger. "It's been a while since I've heard anything of the Chosen Hero leaving Hyrule."

"Maybe," Link responds in a simple tone. "I don't know."

S'avahili doesn't remember the last time she didn't suck up all her feelings as she left the battlefield.

Either way, she's ashamed to admit she still cries when she's alone, so many times after doing these cycles. It was the one thing she wished her subconscious hadn't tacked onto her internal schedule lifetime and lifetime again.

All she could taste was salt despite a month having passed since Gannondorf's burial. She had thrown up several times, both from refusal to eat and a frigid chill overwhelming all the systems of her body.

S'avahili's throat was sore and she hadn't been able to have a coherent thought in two weeks because of the migraines that had haunted her for the past two weeks.

It'd been a week since Ganondorf's burial and yet she still yearns to hold his hand, warm herself with the fires that burn beneath his skin, and help him cool down after an entire day's worth of training with their mothers— she couldn't care less. Just so long as she was able to feel his comfort before they were reincarnated again.

The world was uncharacteristically dark despite Ganondorf being gone. Din always refused to raise the sun until she was finished mourning her son. It happened every incarnation.

From what S'avahili had heard from Yusef, anyone who traveled relied on doing so in groups of seven or more. Torches weren't adequate enough to light more than a few wings-lengths ahead and monsters were acting as though every night was a blood moon.

(She was too tired to calm the monsters down. She had lost his mask long ago, but she doubted Agnar had anything to do with it.)

S'avahili covers her head with her blankets when she hears a pair of boots from outside the door of her room. There were very few options for who it could be.

No one who had access to the capital of the Gerudo wore boots.

Link's knocks to the wall were weak, full of hesitance. He was a little confident with the first and second, a few seconds cutting between the third and eventual fourth.

Was he trying to annoy her into answering? Knocking some secret code they had made in another lifetime that his subconscious never forgot? Regretting his visit?

Did S'avahili care?

She wishes she didn't.

"Sand Bunny?" Link's voice was soft and reserved, unfitting of the fourteen-year-old farmhand. She's sure his voice would've cracked if he were any louder. Puberty was starting to hit him and, like always, it was essentially a golden Lynel charging straight at him.

S'avahili forces her head to lift from her pile of pillows, face freed from the silk fabric. "What," she croaks painfully, unsure of if it came out as a question or statement.

He doesn't need anything else to enter her room, using his back to push the curtain aside and slide inside. His eyes momentarily catch on the unfinished mural of her ceiling before he turns to reveal the tray of food in his hands.

"Your moms sent me up here." His drawl messes with the way he pronounces each word, making S'avahili squirm to turn on her back so she can better hear and understand him. Link briefly lifts the tray higher to bring her attention to the food plated on it, placing it on the foot of her bed once he was in close enough range. "They said you'd listen to a friend when they tell you to eat."

His voice returns to normal upon making her in the candle-lit room.

Still quiet, but more Link.

"When's the last time you ate?"

"I don't have to eat as often as a Hylian."

At some point, Link had a gentle smile on his face. It was quickly wiped off upon registering her reply. "'n' how often is that?"

".. .. .. Often enough.."

He was well enough acquainted with her tastes to know what order she wanted to eat each plate.

Link starts small with the less filling food, wiping his hand off on his shirt, having long abandoned the matching green tunic and cap. He picks the fruit up with his fingers, cupping a hand beneath it before pressing it to her lips. "Open."

"I'm not hungry."

"Stop bein' stubborn."

S'avahili turns on her side to face away from him and uses her hands to cover her face. "I didn't realize not having an appetite made me stubborn."

"S'avahili." Link puts the plate down and forces her to move onto her back again. He hops onto her bed for extra measure, sitting on her thighs to ensure she wouldn't turn again. "Koume says you haven't eaten in weeks and Kotake won't stop talking about how she has to keep the entire city from freezing over."

("S'avahili.")

(That certainly didn't make her feel any better.)

S'avahili removes her fingers from in front of her eyes, peeking out to look at him. "My mothers talked to you? The Heavens must be running rampant with malice."

"They love me," Link responds, picking the plate up to try again.

S'avahili lets out a guttural noise of displeasure. She lowers her hands but refuses to open her mouth or lips. "I'm not stupid," she groans, instead using her hands to push his away, "it'd do you better to visit Dread. I heard he came up with—"

"I didn't call you stupid," Link interrupts with a furrow in his brow. "'n' I wasn't called all the way down here just to leave because you said no. I always finish something if someone asks."

"This isn't some pre-destined fate given to you. You're just doing a friend a favor."

He rolls his eyes and instead feeds himself the food, shifting off of her to instead lay beside her. "You talk about fate a lot," he says, gaze focusing on the mural once more. Tracing each era with his eyes, he points at no one in particular. "It's very.. characteristic of you at this point."

"As a child, when our mothers are training my brother, I always beg him to tell me a story when he returns home for the night. It's always the story of," S'avahili briefly stops rasping to take hold of his wrist, directing it to an era where his hair was white, "the First War. It's just the origins of each race and what led to the Triforce being created, but I've always been fascinated by it— fate, I mean."

She pauses for a moment to rub at her eyes tiredly. "I guess I get it from him," she adds upon noticing Link staring at her rather than the mural.

"Can you tell it to me?— Our past lives too."

"You want me to tell you a bedtime story?"

"The sun hasn't risen in a month, every story is a bedtime story."

Clearing her throat and folds her arms over her stomach, S'avahili dabs at her eyes a final time. "Then get comfortable," she directs. "It's a long one."

#majesty's personal utopias — venom

[wack-ashimself]

Overdone Super Hero Movie tropes (you can only pick 3. Otherwise, it's a shit movie.)

1-(Graphically, recently, or during the movie) Dead parents. Dead spouse. Dead kids. Dead sibling. Dead loved friend. It is a fucking MIRACLE if their family is healthy and fine the whole time.

2-Killing tons of grunts/soldiers/etc, but THEN showing mercy to the main bad guy WHO HAS KILLED MORE THAN ALL THE SOLDIERS HE KILLED ALREADY COMBINED!

3-Sky beam. I totally stole this from like 3 youtube channels. Everyone hates the fucking sky beam.

4-Talking/monologuing to the audience or themselves.

5-A soundtrack clearly picked to seduce a specific generation. 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s, 00s, and soon! 10s...(and it doesn't have to be time period current.)

6-Trying to be funny/knowing you're funny to the point you're breaking the '3.999999^infinity-rd' wall (almost the 4th wall) and then it stops-being-funny.

7-CGI battles so fast and blurry, you don't even know what's going on. And a million quick cuts ain't fucking helping. Use real sets so it looks like a real fucking fight.

8-No one ever acknowledging the collateral damage (people to buildings alike) they are doing. <Watch 'Invincible' for the MOST GRAPHIC SUPERMAN-LIKE FIGHT EVER!>

9-Basically, no one important dying. SURE, someone died, and they were kinda loved, but...meh. If there are not any stakes, then it's like watching a preschooler's cartoon: we know it all comes out perfect in the end.

10-The bad guy kills his/her own henchperson. COME ON> OVERPLAYED.

11-They introduce side characters that they either dive REAL deep into or NOT at all, then they disappear/don't matter later in the movie (or series).

12-They introduce you to a character you hate initially, but then you find out their backstory with the lead, and you fall in love...then they KILL THEM OFF OUT OF NOWHERE, right when you were ready to open up your heart! Right when you thought a glimmer of hope appeared!! RIGHT WHEN... ... ....YONDU! WHY DID THEY DO YOU LIKE THAT, YONDU!? ... ... ... ...(okay, this one may not count...)

13-There's absolutely no real character arc. They came in as 'a', left as 'A', and some 'BS' happened in the middle.

14-The lead baddie is more interesting than the lead. That's a sin. You go to bad bad land.

15-THE MAIN BAD GUY DOES NOT KILL THE HERO WHEN GIVEN ANY OPPORTUNITY> Fuck that. You'll kill millions of innocents, but not the dude who has been trying to stop you and ruin all your plans? DUMB> DUMB DUMB DUMB. I am SO desperate for anything new, I'd even let a few 'actually kills them but they're brought back to life' fly....(not too many, you slippery fucks).

16 (#12 being kinda a joke one, I wanted an even 15. Spoilers for Ant-man 3.)-'Comes in at the last moment, out of left field, saving grace.' And you can take this how you will, but my personal example was THE FUCKING ANTS IN ANT-MAN 3 WHO WERE HYPER INTELLIGENT AND SAVED THE MULTIVERSE> Ant-man did not do shit. Not really. It was fucking HYPER INTELLIGENT SUPER ANTS WHICH YOU HAD NO IDEA ABOUT TILL THE END OF THE MOVIE. The ONLY hints were: super intelligent ants went into the whatever tiny verse with them (so? So did a table). The old fuck hears something that irritates his headset with the ants. But did that explain them EVOLVING BEYOND HUMANS BECAUSE THEY LIVED THRU MILLIONS OF YEARS AFTER GOING THRU THE SAME PORTAL AS EVERYONE ELSE, BUT ENDING UP SOMEWHERE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT? No. No it did not. At fucking all. In any way. They never explained how the ants, again who lived millions of years somewhere else (cuz Kang didn't even know about them) found the leads and got to them RIGHT IN THE NICK OF TIME. It made no fucking sense. FUCK THAT HORRIBLE ASS MOVIE! (it's why I wrote this fucking list).

Fuck it.

#17-Again from ant man 3. Taking away some of the best parts of your other movies (his posse/crew/work buddies) and adding in old elements no one gave a fuck about (the villain in the original movie. NO ONE GAVE A FUCK, ANT SHIT!)

<what ones did I miss? PLEASE tell me! I want to know so I can go 'fuck, I knew that, but forgot.' Or didn't even consider. Blow my mind! Should it be more than 3 cuz it's impossible to make a movie that doesn't have SOME of these? Also, can you name ANY Superhero movie that doesn't do ANY of these? CHALLENGE! And do not even hate watch ant man 3. It's incredibly disappointing. Like it is amazing how much work it took to fail.>

#superhero #super hero #superman #marvel #spiderman #ant-man #antman #antman 3 #antman3 #ant-man3 #dc #ant man quantumania

[roobylavender]

those posts that talk about how dick did x or y to help rehabilitate Jason are so funny to me bc like only bat canon dick would do that. as in the dick who was brought closer to emulating bruce to the point he has no identity anymore. I don’t think he would entertain Jason for a second once he knew what he was doing. He would sympathize with the Jason who died but he would refuse to treat the Jason who came back as a child given his kill count.

Why would you leave that in the tags! Your brain is fascinating! Please tell me more!

mostly it is a consequence of developing a bad rep among a certain batch of dick fans on my old account bc if i were to say that a lot of the toxic behaviors bruce has come to express in the past twenty years or so (aside from the physical abuse obv that should never be attributed to either of them in any situation) were actually more emblematic of dick originally then i would probably be mauled by the equivalent of internet bears. but unfortunately this is my truth

this is something i said on twt the other day but the reason to me that dick falls out with people like bruce or kory or donna is bc he puts them up on a pedestal. his attachment to them is a segue to reverence and admiration that is sort of the equivalent to him standing inside a glass house that can be shattered at literally any moment bc his expectations for the people in his life are honestly a bit ludicrous given the work they do and the environment they operate within. not to say that he's wrong when he gets angry with people like he has reasons to be skeptical of bruce's wish-washy morality at times or of kory's inclination to jump the gun or of donna's inability to prioritize efficiently. but the way he reacts is still volatile and caustic and esp after observing the way he reacted to kory's arranged marriage debacle i think it's absolutely a consequence of people failing to live up to the expectations that he has of them. he's so set in his morality and the way he defines his work bc of how it's literally all he has that it bleeds into every interaction and relationship. if he doesn't have the heroes in his life then he has nothing. if he can't rely on anyone that he expects to rely on then he has nothing. it's why i think he's so entrenched in the idea of teamwork and partnership. reciprocated trust and faith mean something to him and are as good as bonds born in blood and if you test those bonds or the rites behind them then it's like, you're testing your faith in him and everything he believes you're supposed to stand for together. and he takes that very personally

with jason what is interesting to me is that like. obv dick did not know him very well. i know the last laugh or whatever retconned it to where they used to go on vacations together but i personally ignore that bc i think it's a narrative cop out and i'm not particularly bothered by the fact that dick and jason weren't close. dick had no obligation to sub-parent someone who was ultimately bruce's responsibility, esp since dick was long gone from the coop before jason ever entered it. but in spite of that lack of physical connection there was nonetheless a symbolic one bc they were two people wearing the same colors, pursuing the same ideal, operating under the same rites of passage. which i think is what makes dick's reaction to jason's death make so much sense and his reaction to jason's resurrection and subsequent mission make so little sense. ofc dick would feel a deep kinship with the robin who died considering he was once in that position himself. ofc he would be baffled and angered by how bruce subsequently receded into himself and refused to open up to anyone and began making a martyr out of jason rather than trying harder to remember him as the son whom he adored and loved. it's about the principle bc for dick the principle is what defines the love. love is a contract and a promise and a partnership and there are things entailed by that that dick explicitly sees bruce fail to deliver on. so ofc he's angry on jason's behalf for however little he knew him

but that's not to say that the symbolic love dick has for jason remains unchanged when jason comes back. the principle of it remains and is subject to test. the shared sense of identity and ideals remains. but for however much dick would sympathize with the deceased jason for not being honored properly as bruce's son and partner i can't imagine him extending that same sympathy to the jason who goes on a self-righteous killing spree in the name of justice. it's a direct violation of the principle that he likely believed jason upheld when he was once living. it goes against everything dick would have stood for when he was fighting bruce on jason's behalf. obv jason was a child and dick would defend him to bruce bc of that too, but once again, ultimately, dick is someone utterly entrenched in heroism and using it to define his relationships and his life to the point that he cannot withstand the expectations of that heroism being broken. so i don't think dick would look at jason as the red hood and be the one to extend a helping hand. i don't think he would try to say that with his help jason can start over and be rehabilitated and blah blah blah. that is 100% bruce's line of thinking and has been since his character started actually being defined in the 70s. dick would be the guy looking at jason with utter disappointment and regret and bitterness bc he spent years defending jason in every which way only for jason to come back and spit on every symbolic thing that might have connected them to each other in another life. he would be the guy tasking himself with bringing jason down (non-lethally obv, bc he's still even more of a control freak about that than bruce is) while bruce was probably having breakdowns somewhere in the cave bc comparatively his way of coping with things devastating to him is to shut down, while dick's way of coping is to take charge and act

#and like! i know i say often that jason is still barely an adult and mostly a child when he makes his grand debut as the red hood #but that's speaking objectively #dick is highly subjective (an amusing irony). look at the standards that /he/ had for himself at eighteen #he's not going to let age or trauma be used as an excuse for what jason is doing. that's something bruce would do #people ask why bruce falls in love with questionable women or keeps giving certain villains a chance and it's like. he's an idealist #i don't think dick is a cynic in comparison. but he's not as deluded. he'll judge you for making bad choices #bc it's what he's used to doing with himself in order to temper himself as a hero and as a leader #outbox

[hjazysol]

Name: Onaki Sagawa the Salamander

Age: 57

Quirk: Black Breath. The ability to create a thick black smoke that can be impactful and even grab hold of things. His Special Move, The Black Hole Sun. He condense it into a ball by closing it within his hand. When thrown, on impact the release of pressure is extremely destructive.

Onaka is the 5th Major villain Hokori fights in the 1-S AU. Right after, Juyo on Juwury. He is a King of an island called Hitoniko.

He used to be considered S Class in his Prime (for him 20-41) he was supposedly killed in a fight with Hokori's mom & dad. Akumara even considered this man a rival.

Akumara left him with a life threating wound on his stomach. His intestines were destroyed. He should've died but was given a sort of prosthetic that goes deep through his back to his broken innards and act as inestines.

He'll cough up blood every now and then but it doesn't hurt. But as he was, he couldn't be revealed as living. As a man with such as reputation he'd be imprisoned immediately not in any condition to fight back so he decided to stay dead. Living in Hitoniko. Where he acted as a servant of the actual king of the land. On Hitoniko they weren't as aware of what went on outside their place & vice versa. But regardless it was the perfect island.

For years he lived there getting the trust of civilians. But 10 years before the events of Hokori goes to UA. The king was caught in a terrible situation.

Disappearences begun occurring a while after he started being an assistant to the King. But he found them. People. Corpses. They had deep gnaws and cuts all over their bodies. The king was a cannibal?

No the one by his side was. The damage done to Onaki may not have got him murdered. But the solution didn't always work. At times the prosthetic would fail. And he'd get extremely hungry to a point that food meant anything big. Whole Trees, Bushes, Herbivores, Predators. People.

When he became king he got the King's servants as well. The original king ran, and was declared banished by his people and the new king. Whom he had planned to eat as well. But one of them became aware it.

An artist. They had the power to bring their own drawings to life coming with all the features expected from said drawings. If they drew rain it'd come out and rain in a spot. Knowing not a soul would believe this child he did something else.

If drawn realistically a body part can be remade. For 8 Years straight. This person was making 'fake' food- vegetables, fish... ...all meat. Just so he wouldn't come after anyone else. Onaki would get angry and impatient with them if they took too long or messed up what he asked for.

Then Juwury found out about the island. And when they found Onaki they didn't know what to do he was an S Class Villain years ago but back then he had a strict no killing policy most of the threat came from his power and fear. For all they knew he was a completely reformed man, taking over after a corrupt King, not knowing he himself was the bad one. Nor was he in a condition to stage any widescale destruction.

Unfortunately, the artist was found making Onaki's food, something he hadn't expected. They were taken away to Juwury due to the gross stuff they were creating and as Onaki guessed no one believed them when they tried revealing him to everybody.

And since, Onaki's artist has been stuck in the Omega Level Prison for 2 Years. Juyo plans to keep them there til they die. Never feeding them, not knowing drawings out of blood count to. Their will was too strong to let them die. They wanted to come back and ruin Onaki's deceit filled rule. Not knowing that day would soon come.

Hero's visit the place often now. And Onaki could no longer act on his urges as often.

Onaki likes Classical Music.

Hitoniko is a little pun, Hito=Human/Person and the Niko has a lot of things Kindness, Love, King, Heart, Light. But a translation for the Name Niko can be Live Longer which is what Onaka is doing living longer than he should. So a Person Living Longer. And if you just change O to U. It becomes Human Meat Island.

He has a lot of respect towards the power of Hokori's family. So if he met him he wouldn't bare any grudges, but he'd still want a fight but whether his mental state has him leave it to first to collapse is uncertain. Now he's far more unpredictable.

#my art #art #bnha #my oc #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha au #cw: gore

[spellboundspectre]

rocky mountain high

bakugou katsuki x fem!reader; 18+ only minors DNI

content: minor violence, longing, tooth-rotting cavity inducing fluff. no smut but i still don’t want minors interacting with me or my posts :)

word count: 3.2k

a/n: written for the mixtape melodies collab hosted by @kingkatsuki​!! i hope i did your boy justice, jo!

its been five long years since katsuki left the mantle of hero and dynamight behind. his days lack the excitement they once had, but at least he has you.

He was born in the summer of his 27th year Coming home to a place he’d never been before He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again You might say he found a key for every door

If you would have told a sixteen year old Katsuki that one day he would turn his back on the hero life, he would have knocked your goddamn teeth out. 

So much of his life had been dedicated to become number one, to standing above all others and making sure everyone knew he was the best. Countless years were spent training and learning everything he could to make sure he could be the best. 

But one thing he didn’t plan on learning was how empty it would all feel after he achieved it. How sick he would get of watching the people he cared about most end up in the hospital after a bad fight. 

Many of his peers were able to keep a brave face for most of it, but they all shed a tear the day Deku died. 

For the most part, Katsuki was able to keep himself together. He pushed his feelings down like he had a thousand times before, and he was able to keep his veneer up through most of the ceremony. 

Something broke inside the brash blonde when he watched Ochako greet people with a hollow smile as she held her husband’s urn. It seemed almost comical that a man who was nearly taller than Katsuki himself could fit inside such a small container. Even the great Dynamight, feared by the public for his constant outburst and stream of obscenities, collapsed in tears when he returned home for the evening. 

He could have been her shoulder to cry on, he could have acted on the crush he harbored for so long. Instead, Katsuki closed his agency the next day and booked a flight to Colorado. 

When he first came to the mountains his life was far away On the road and hanging by a song. But the string's already broken and he doesn't really care It keeps changing fast and it don't last for long

Sidewinder was a small town. Small enough that he stuck out to the locals, but not so small that he ever felt unwelcomed. He used his savings to buy a log cabin tucked away in the mountains and for the first few months he only came into town when he needed groceries. 

His home needed some TLC before it was truly lovable, and while Katsuki spent plenty of hours screaming into the wilderness from frustration or pain from hitting his thumb with a hammer, he didn’t hate it. 

These days, there were few things Katsuki hated at all. 

He’d always found a use for his anger, fuel for a battle, a weapon for those who annoyed him, or a mask so he didn’t have to show his real feelings. But as he got older, it felt more like a hindrance than a tool. 

But the Colorado rocky mountain high I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullabye Rocky mountain high (Colorado)

His friends always teased him about his hot-headed nature, and for most of his life, he ignored them. But since moving out to the middle of nowhere, and having no one but himself for company, Katsuki was forced to take a hard look at himself for the first time in a long time. 

So many of his loved ones were proud of him for being able to admit he was wrong and apologize to Deku when they were in high school. He was proud of himself for being able to let go of his anger and build a true friendship with Deku. 

The damned nerd was alway telling him to be a little kinder to others, always reminding him to breathe before reacting. Katsuki always brushed him off, he always thought Deku would be there to calm him down before he went off on a civilian or a reporter. 

But the last bit of Deku he had left hung in a small vial from a chain around his neck, and no matter how hard he listened, he would never hear his voice again. 

So Katsuki bit his tongue until holding in his voice became second nature. He walked away from situations when he got frustrated instead of smashing everything in sight. 

Katsuki counted to ten. 

He took deep breaths. He turned the other cheek instead of knocking people flat on their asses, even if they probably deserved it. It’d been over a decade since Katsuki graduated from UA, and he didn’t want to be that angry little kid anymore. 

So he found a new use for his quirk, instead of using his blasts to destroy anything in his path he used it to create something. Many somethings in fact. There was always a steady stampede of tourists through Sidewinder during the winter months. And a lot of those tourists had far too much money to spend and liked throwing it around at the Farmer’s Market. 

That’s where Katsuki found himself most Sundays, sitting in his booth filled with handmade furniture and tchotchkes. He liked to get there early in the morning so he could pick his favorite spot, not his favorite because of the foot traffic or the shade. No, it was lacking on both.

It was his favorite because it was across from the spot you usually worked at with your family. In addition to running the hardware store, your family also grew a variety of berries that you sold. You weren’t there every Sunday, and the days you were there you were often too busy to stop and talk to him. That didn’t stop him from taking in the view, from admiring how blinding your smile could be in the midday sun. 

He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below He saw everything as far as you can see And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun And he lost a friend but kept the memory

There weren’t too many people he would consider his friend nowadays. Eijirou, Ochako, Mina and Hanta made the occasional trip to come visit him, but at pro-heros, those visits were few and far between. Katsuki didn’t blame them. 

When he and Eijirou ran their own agency, he would go years without even thinking of a vacation. 

Most of his days were spent toiling away in his work shed, putting his quirk to a new use. Shou sugi ban was often done with a torch, but thanks to his quirk, Katsuki was able to do it all with his bare hands. Every now and again he would be a little overzealous and burn a piece of wood entirely, but the more he worked at it, the better he got. 

More and more he would venture into town to the local hardware store for supplies and to ask the occasional question. 

And of course, it was the time he got to flirt with you. 

Katsuki knew how to talk to women, and he was damned good at it. Maybe it was all the time he spent by himself over the last few months, maybe it was because English wasn’t his first language; or maybe, just maybe, it was the way you looked at him that had his heart trying to beat out of his chest. 

He wasn’t the type to stumble over his words or turn red with embarrassment, but that didn’t matter when it came to you. It didn’t matter that he was a retired pro-hero, he felt like a little boy with his first crush. 

“Morning, slugger,” you say as you lean over the front counter. 

“Morning yourself, trouble.”

You laugh at the nickname, it sounds almost musical to his ears. 

“If you’re here for the usual, I have some stashed behind the counter for you,” you say with a tilt of your head. 

Katsuki smiled politely, only slightly disappointed that he wouldn’t have an excuse to walk aimlessly up and down the aisles as an excuse to bump into you and ask you questions. 

He liked to think he could count you among the few friends he had left.

Now he walks in quiet solitude the forest and the streams Seeking grace in every step he takes His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake

“You know, it’s kind of embarrassing,” you say as you ring him up for his weekly purchase of linseed oil and a pack of sanding brushes. 

“What is?” 

“How long it took for me to realize where I know you from,” you say in a teasing voice. 

The edges of his ears burn. 

“O-oh?” He prays you don’t notice how his voice cracks. 

“Dynamight, right? Or according to my dad Dy-no-might,” you laugh. 

Katsuki rubs the back of his head, “No one’s called me that in a long time.”

“Still, it’s pretty cool knowing there’s a hero in town in case I ever have an emergency,” you’re not serious, but there’s still a sense of genuine awe in your voice. 

“I don’t really do that anymore.”

“Right,” you say, clearing your throat, “Now you just make the perfect artisanal furniture for the tourists who wander through here.”

Katsuki grins smugly, trying his best to hide how delighted he was to know you’d been paying attention to him. 

“Oh? Someone’s been keeping tabs on me.”

Heat rises to your cheeks and you let out a small noise of shock before biting your lower lip to muffle yourself. Your head cocks to the side and a bit of your hair falls into your face from the motion. A small laugh bubbles from your throat before your embarrassment dies down. 

“I’m just making sure the new guy is settling into town,” you retort, “And making sure I can give him excellent customer service. I can’t afford to lose this job.”

You laugh at your own joke, so much so that a small tear forms in the corner of your eye. An act that he would find irritating in anyone else, but somehow when it came to you, it made your jokes even funnier. 

And the Colorado rocky mountain high I've seen it raining fire in the sky Talk to God and listen to the casual reply Rocky mountain high (Colorado)

Katsuki should have been able to enjoy today. It was Sunday, you were both working at your respective booths for the Farmer’s Market. There weren’t too many tourists in town and it had been a slow day. So slow that the two of you had been able to have a fairly decent conversation. 

It was his fucking birthday. 

And the last half-hour he hadn’t been able to say a word to you because of four assholes that decided to take up all of your time. 

He thought they were your friends at first, maybe even a boyfriend though it pained Katsuki to admit. The ringleader of the pack kept making excuses to touch your arms and back as he viewed your wares. But the blond noticed how you flinched at his touch and rolled your eyes at every word that came out of his mouth. 

You had a habit of biting the inside of your cheek when you were irritated. Your lips pursed to the side and you nibbled at the bit of flesh where the corners of your lips met. No matter how much you used your customer voice, your face always gave you away. 

Katsuki had never been the recipient of said look, but he’d been in the hardware store when you gave it to others. 

You were annoyed. 

Katsuki was furious. 

Rocky mountain high (Colorado) Now his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more

Not that long ago, Katsuki would have handled this without thinking twice. He’d knock those smart smiles off the faces of those pretentious dickheads with one blast. But he didn’t have a hero license anymore, and he wasn’t sure if you wanted him to step in at all. 

He watched you from the corner of his eye, focused on your voice over the dull roar of the evening crowd. 

“It’s the same price it was the last five times you asked actually,” you said in a saccharine voice. 

“Aw come on, don’t be like that,'' one of your customers jokes. 

“You were so much cuter when you were smiling at us, sweet cheeks.”

“So if I stop smiling, will you leave faster?” You asked sarcastically. 

“So now you’re playing hard to get? Don’t worry, I know how to handle bi–”

“Think it might be time for you boys to hit the road,” Katsuki cut the stranger off before he could finish that sentence. “It’ll be getting dark soon and these roads are a nightmare to drive on. I’d hate for something awful to happen.”

Your customers were a little too dense to pick up the blond’s hint and laughed.

Katsuki counted to ten. 

He asked them to leave again in a firmer voice, only for them to laugh again. 

“This your boyfriend or something, sweet cheeks?” The leader sneered. “It’s not fair that a little bitch like him gets to fuck a babe like you.”

Fuck it. 

Before Katsuki could try to calm himself again, he’d cocked his fist back and launched it square into the jaw of the little fucker. He’d closed the distance from his both to yours in two strides, his speed and power from his hero days hadn’t faded in the time since he retired. 

The extra that thought he could get away with insulting you was laid out on the ground, arms and legs sprawled out as a steady trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Katsuki guessed he’d probably knocked out a few teeth and given him a hairline fracture on his jaw. 

For a split second, the blond felt sick. He’d done so well at keeping his anger under control, and all it took were a few unkind words thrown your way for all that work to be thrown out. Katsuki would never be able to forget the horrified way people would look at him when his temper flared. Would you be looking at him the same way?

He couldn’t bear the thought. 

More people, more scars upon the land And the Colorado rocky mountain high I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky I know he'd be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly

“Shit!” you gasp, staring down at the unconscious man on the ground. “I guess I called you slugger for a reason.”

At the sound of your voice, Katsuki’s heart starts returning to its normal pace. The blood drains from his face back to the rest of his body and the last waves of his temper crash like water on the beach.

“Fuck,” he groans, shaking his hand, “I’m… fuck-, I’m so sorry, he just started talking about you like that and I lost it.”

You sigh, patting him on the shoulder as the rest of the extras pick their friend off the ground. 

“I’ll cut you a deal, leave now and we won’t call the police,” you say, ignoring Katsuki completely. 

You bite back your laughter as the strangers drop their friend a few times as they hastily walk away from your booths. 

“Hey,” he says your name again, “I really am sorry.”

 The corners of your eyes crinkle as you burst into laughter. 

“Sorry?” you say as you gasp for breath, “For what? For not doing that sooner?”

Rocky mountain high It's a Colorado rocky mountain high And I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky

Katsuki tried to keep mind occupied for the rest of the day. The two of you didn’t speak after the altercation and he made quick work of shutting down his booth and making his way home. His mind was a mess the entire drive back. 

Had he ruined everything he’d built here? 

Would he be ostracized like he was in the past?

The blond pushed those thoughts to the back of his head, he spent most of his time alone anyways. He tried to tell himself that he could go back to those days. Honestly, he didn’t care if all of Sidewinder gave him the cold shoulder, so long as you still spoke to him. 

The sun was creeping behind the mountains by the time he had unpacked his truck. There was just enough daylight left to get everything put back in his workshed. Only a few streaks of sunlight painted the sky as he washed his hands in the kitchen sink. 

He was just getting ready to turn in for bed when he heard a knock at the door. To his shock, there you stood with a fresh pie in your hands, steam wafting off the top off it like something out of a cartoon. 

“I just wanted to say thank you, again,” you said sheepishly. 

The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. 

“You don’t need to thank me, Trouble.”

“No, I seriously do. If those dicks didn’t leave me alone I would have tried to fight them myself,” you said as you stepped through the door. “Kitchen?”

He pointed up the hall. Usually on chilly nights like these, he turned on the electric blanket he kept on his bed, but since he had company (for the first time in months), he figured he should be a good host and light a fire. 

You helped yourself to a set of plates and forks, one for each of you before placing a healthy scoop of pie on both. 

“Still, I shouldn’t have lost my cool like that.”

You shrug as you walk over to the couch. 

“Please, I’ve seen worse at the county fair when the mayor gets too many drinks in him,” you chuckle as you hand him his plate, “Anyone would have done the same.”

Katsuki should be embarrassed at how quickly all of his worries fade away. A handful of words from you and it feels like a two-ton weight has been lifted from his shoulders. 

“Okay,” he says, almost dreamily. 

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence and you eat the homemade pie. The tart flavor of blueberries spread over his tongue with every bite, the brown sugar in the crust brings out a deeper sweetness from the berries. Katsuki isn’t one for sweets, but he scarfs down that slice of pie in record time. 

“You know, it’s actually my birthday today,” Katsuki says, his voice almost a whisper over the sound of the crackling fire. 

Your spine straightens in an instant, nearly dropping the bite of pie from your fork.

“What?” you explain, “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have done a lot better than some blueberry pie.”

There’s genuine remorse in your voice, but Katsuki can see in your eyes that you’re already plotting for next year. 

“I’m happy with anything you’d be willing to bake for me.”

You give him a playful shove to his shoulder, but thanks to his stature he barely moves. 

“Birthdays deserve cake not pie!” 

“So when are you making me a birthday cake?” Katsuki teases.

You roll you eyes playfully and smack him on the shoulder.

“I can make one after work tomorrow, birthday boy.”

His cheeks burns, “Tomorrow, after work? That almost sounds like a date.”

His watchful eyes don’t miss how you bite your bottom lip softly, trying to keep the excitement off your face.

“Yeah, it’s a date.”

Friends around the campfire and everybody's high Rocky mountain high (Colorado)

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha fic #bnha x reader #🧄.musings #bnha

[captnjacksparrow]

Your post about Tobirama made me see him as a very capable leader, albeit an overly blunt one. It's way better than Hiruzen's weak willed way. My ask is, how do you rate all Hokages based on their leadership ability? Before, I think Tsunade is the best Hokage but your post kinda changes my mind (Hiruzen is still the worst Hokage and Danzo definitely doesn't count).

Thanks for this Ask, in response to this post... Glad to know that I made someone to get off from that 'racist' train.

Was Danzo, ever an Hokage???

7. Sarutobi Hiruzen

I am totally neutral towards him as a character... In my opinion, he was overtly compassionate and an oblivious person. Yes, Being extremely compassionate inspires lot of people and ended up being loved by many people... It's very evident from how Naruto, Kakashi, Minato, Tsunade, Jiraiya, Shikamaru revered him..... But it's not a trait that’s something a Leader should rely on and show it every time to everyone.. One Needs to know when and where to draw the line.

He thought of showing mercy to Orochimaru because he couldn't kill his favorite student but that act came back to bite him in the worst way possible.

And he let Danzo to do whatever the hell he wanted without pulling the reins on him. Danzo, that paranoid bastard ended up being the mastermind behind most of the problems in Part 2. Like Marginalization of Uchiha, UCM, screwing up Kabuto & Itachi & Shisui, conspiring with Orochimaru to destroy Konoha, creating a cruel organization called ROOT, partnered up with Hanzo which led to the creation of Akatsuki, killing that Frog Messenger when Akatsuki invaded Konoha, Asked his ROOT members to not participate when Akatsuki invaded.... [[This F*cking dipshit]]

Hiruzen let everything happen right under his Nose all because he trusted his friend Danzo... He maybe a good shinobi but not a good leader.

6. Namikaze Minato

Minato is primarily here because we didn't see any of his leadership decision from the Material we got from the Manga. His tenure as an Hokage was short and then he died protecting the Village.

He might have been a Good Leader had he not died early because as we all know that 3rd Shinobi World War took a heavy toll on Konoha to the point of making Young Kids like Obito, Kakashi, Rin & Itachi to see the horrors of War...

It was Minato who literally stopped the War by blowing out the Kannabi Bridge with the help of his Team. And we knew that he is capable of using his Hiraishin no Jutsu to save many people in the War Arc as well.

So, he had a good potential but we couldn't see as to what it was.

5. Hatake Kakashi

Again, we couldn't see what he did because he became Hokage only in Chapter 699... But I placed him above Minato because we know that his friend Obito created a big mess to the Shinobi World... And he literally took over that position to clean up the Mess that was created by the end of 4th Shinobi World War... One of the worst time to take over the Leadership position, even in a real life.

Added to that, 5 Villages have just joined together at the end of the War and it's unity will always be Fragile at the beginning. So, Kakashi might have been the one to deal with this sensitive alliance and made sure to reinforce it.

A Good reason to place him above Minato.

4. Uzumaki Naruto

I am totally conflicted to place him above Kakashi. Maybe, I am biased. I don’t even know what to write here... 

He is the Hero of the Fourth Shinobi World War and with his strong resolve he lifted the Shinobi Alliance’ spirit throughout the Battle. He is capable of understanding his Enemies and make a friend out of them. And I can write a lot about his Character here.... But all of his Best Achievements were done when he was just a teenager.... 

As a Hokage, He ensured peace to be maintained in all the 5 villages by making every shinobis to co-operate with each other, a dream which was once dreamt by Hashirama and Konoha is looking like a New York today. But other than that, I don’t know what he did as a Leader because Kakashi almost cleaned up the mess when he hand over that position to Naruto and also I think Naruto’s lacks many Leadership traits like Lack of Analytical Ability and Logical Thinking which is off-setted by Sasuke and Viceversa. 

But I am yet to know what he did as a Hokage... Well, Anyways, He is capable of inspiring people even at a worst situation and make them follow him without any ulterior motives. And that is in and of itself is a big Leadership Ability. So, here he is.

[[Off-topic: I really wanted to see Naruto as a person who brings this Magnificient Aura when people look at him.... Just like how all the 4 dead Hokages landed on the Battlefield in a supreme style and every Shinobis on the Battlefield were looking at them like some God.... I wanted Naruto to be like that... But he was ended up like some clown for Next Gen.... I am feeling pathetic, really]]

3. Senju Hashirama

Hashirama is the Hero in my local Naruto community. And I decided to watch Naruto only because of this character. I just wanted to see what’s this fuss about Hashirama and thought ‘Let’s go check’.... And poof!!! Here I am writing this blog. 

Hashi totally created a Revolutionary Village System that saved many children from dying in a pointless war. And As a person who comes from a Clan System, I can boldly say that bringing 2 clans together is not that of an easy task. It will take a lot of Blood Shed & Endless verbal wars to make that happen, even in a real life. And Hashi did it successfully and created a whole village with a union of multiple clans together. This is one the best Leadership Quality, that is, To Keep the Personal Inconvenience aside and think for the bigger cause.

It’s no wonder all the Villagers has the same spirit to go so far as to protect this Village at any cost... Because it’s a peace that was achieved after countless loss of lives during the cruel War-torn Warring States Era.... And it’s also no wonder why he was called as ‘God of Shinobi’ in Narutoverse and he was celebrated in my Naruto community as well... Because, we are all expecting that someone like Hashi would appear and unite all our clans someday... A Wishful Thinking....

Not to mention, He is crazy powerful to squash Madara like a plush toy whenever he attacked Konoha... And he can inspire people with his Kindness and Open-Heart.... He even had another visionary dream that ‘Someday all the shinobis would understand each other and act as one’... Which was passed down and carried on by Naruto & Sasuke... I would say, he is the Originator of everything and A Great Hokage.

The only thing is that he was too Idealistic, Naive and believe that everything would by alright on it’s own which it won’t be for the most times.... 

2. Senju Tsunade

She is totally a Queen and the only person in Narutoverse who is deserved to be addressed as such. And the best thing is, this story revolves around Konoha and she is the Hokage for almost 70% of the story and she did her job in a dedicated way. Unlike with other Hokages, we as an audience did get to see what are the problems that comes with this position and how she deals with it. 

And the best thing about her is that, she took over this position when Konoha was at the weakest. Unlike Kakashi, who had the luxury to seek help from other Villages, Tsunade didn’t had that because every village was at each other’s throats at that time except for Suna who basically surrendered to Konoha because they had no other options.

“Who can predict when another neighbouring village will take such bold actions again?”

And yet she took a leap of faith to trust Suna Village’s peace treaty and sought out the help of Sand siblings to retrieve Sasuke. 

And also, much later we get this information from Gaara that Tsunade was the only one who has been addressing the Problems of Akatsuki from the very beginning while other Kages turned deaf ears to his pleas. 

And the most interesting thing during her tenure was the ‘POLITIKING & STUFFS’. Like, Danzo that bastard was scheming behind her by employing a spy named Sai and she planting her own spy named Yamato to watch over him.. Were all something that makes us respect her more. I know, it’s not some mature level politics, but for a media such as Naruto, this is enough.  

What’s more??? When Madara knocked out every other Kage like a play thing, Tsunade was the only one who was conscious enough to think about saving other Kages with her Chakra. This shows that she is one of the strongest Kage among the lot. 

All the above I mentioned here are some good examples of her leadership... Throwing aside the Grudge and making peace with the enemies, Taking over the mess and cleaning up, dealing with vipers who comes out of nowhere, Strong urge to protect the Village if that would cost her life (Pain Arc), Developed her own Jutsu that would enable her to fight in the frontlines.... 

And above all.... What I loved and admired about her as a Hokage and AS A CHARACTER is this.

MISTAKES!!!!!

Yes, Tsunade has nothing to do with Akatsuki invasion or Origin of this criminal organization. It was all because of that Danzo bastard who drove Nagato and Konan into that situation by allying with Hanzo. And yet, here she is acknowledging Konoha’s mistakes without blame-shifting or whining about it. She is totally Owning it up like a Queen.

THIS IS AN ADMIRABLE LEADERSHIP QUALITY EVEN IN REAL LIFE. This is exactly where I liked everything about Tsunade.

I wish every stans from any fandom can have this trait without blame shifting the worst actions from their favourite character. 

And That’s why she is my second best Hokage.

1. Senju Tobirama

I have written everything I want to write about this character in the Attached post above. Tsunade was my actual first choice because she is a strong and straight forward person. But after seeing this character in Founder’s Era Arc, my opinions changed. 

Because, He doesn’t mince words by pulling the punches. He calls A Spade A Spade. No Bullshit, Sycophancy, Sugar-Coating or Bootlicking involved. If you are a fool, he would say it openly but at the same time, he won’t fail to compliment you open heartedly. WITHOUT ANY BIAS OR PREJUDICE. 

He left a heap ton of Infrastructural legacy which later formed as the foundation of Konoha we saw in Part 1 and Part 2 and even Boruto. Be it the Academy, ANBU or Chunin Exams. And Konoha Military Police included. 

And also he created wide variety of Jutsus and out of which one became the signature jutsu of our Titular Character. And the other jutsu became the Trademark jutsu of our Main Character's dad and the final one became the plot of later half of part 2.

Kage Bunshin, Hiraishin, Edo Tensei. All for the prosperity of the village. And Sadly, his Legacy wasn’t properly carry forwarded by his successor which Hiruzen himself agrees to it. 

And what I like about him as a Leader is this.

All three of them lost their Brother and were feeling sad about it. However, all of them reacts in a different way. Hashirama was feeling restless and sentimental. Whereas their Younger Brother Itama wants to go for revenge. But Tobirama was the one who openly calls the Adults as stupid for not making an Agreement with the Enemy. He even disagrees with the thought of pursuing for revenge and was suggesting the Idea of Creating Rules, Make Agreement and avoid pointless fighting which made Hashirama to ponder about it. 

To think about what to do next without getting lost into sentimentalities is also a Great Leadership ability. 

And true to his words, he indeed tried to create Alliance with other villages when he was the Hokage.

And also, instead of ignoring the problems believing that everything would be alright on it’s own, he actually tries to see what’s the real source of the problem and see the logical reasoning behind it. When the Uchiha Clan members believed that the Curse of Hatred was something that they were eternally casted upon from the times of Rikkudou Sennin, Tobirama was the only one to find the source of their Hatred being ‘Love’ and not everyone are doomed to this fate, instead they could channel that hate into a greater and good cause. 

So, Yes... Finding Positivity in Everything is also another Admirable Leadership Quality. 

And that’s why he is the Best Hokage, in my opinion. 

#hiruzen #tsunade #tobirama #hashirama #naruto #kakashi #minato

[therobotwriter]

Hello, its me again! The one who asked you to write Zed and Wolverine! Reader. And here I am with a new request. Can you write a Kayn x fem!Winter Soldier!Reader fic this time? According to the plot, Kayn and Y/N are childhood friends, but on one of the missions, Y/N "dies". The organization finds her and turns her into a weapon (like Bucky). Next come the crimes in Ionia. By that time, Kayn is about 20 years old. As in the movie, Kayn fights the Winter Soldier and knows that his friend is hiding under the mask. She doesn't recognize him. Then you can come up with your own. All in your hands! I'm sure you can! 💖💖💖💖💖💖(Bucky is Marvel's best boy)

Hi again! Ok I'm reeeeally late for this. So sorry, I think I'm not that fast for writing imagines like I thought I would be. But I loved the idea, and couldn't let it just pass.

It got a little bigger than the Zed one, but I hope you like this one too~

Oh, and thanks for coming back!

Pairing: Kayn X Fem!WinterSoldierReader

Summary: Kayn is following a criminal, but he didn't know that this person is was really special in his past

Word count: 1,7k

Tags: Kayn, childhood friends, violence, Rhaast!

Warnings: a little bit violence, I guess.

Childhood memories are something complicated. Mostly because sometimes they look like a dream or a complete mess, you can't say whats a lie and what was real.

But Kayn never forgot about his childhood.

Being used as part of the noxian army couldn't be forgotten, neither the person that was always by his side could.

Kayn knew you since he could remember. You two played together, and when he joined the army, you did the same. You two were a team, one always completing and helping the other.

A lot of times, he tried to look stronger that was feeling. Because of you. He was always there, holding your hand, and saying that everything was going to get better.

But it never happened for your two.

The friendship survived the time in the battlefield, but that day, when Kayn won his battle against a lot of ionians, he losted you from his view, and couldn't never redeem himself for this.

After some days, your name was listed among the dead soldiers, even without a body being found. It wasn't something new, in moments like that, anything could happen.

But that boy, that little boy who promised you every day and night, that he would make everything better for you, he never forgot about you.

The boy became a war hero, a teenager trying to learn the secrets of his new master, and then, an adult corrupted by an ancient force.

Life wasn't easy, but Kayn never had something like that, nothing was easy, he knew that.

Rhaast was always there, just waiting for a chance to take the control of his body. Sleeping or just taking a break was something complicated.

But that day... He managed to do it.

The view of that mountain was pretty impressive, and his mind could simply travel through the past, his questions, and how everything started.

Time didn't mattered at this moment, it was just a little and insignificant detail, he could spend hours remembering the moments where he was with you.

But Kayn wasn't really alone there. Don't took more than some minutes to Rhaast start with his teasing.

"So that's what you will do all day? Staring at nothing?"

Kayn took a deep breath.

"It's better than talking to you. I'm one hundred percent of sure that the silence is smarter"

"Smarter than you." The darkin's laugh reverberated "I bet theres something else in your mind. Or is this someone?"

The man didn't answered, he bited his own lips before any sound could came out, and his eyes turned a little opaque.

"It's nothing" He answered simply "We better get going, these noxians won't forget that they saw someone in the woods"

"They would if you had killed them"

Kayn took the scythe from the ground and after looking at that scene for the last time, he entered into the florest.

"I need to follow them if I want to know more about that crimes. They where the nearest people last time, and I can't follow dead bodies"

Rhaast didn't answered, and the silence finally began.

The footsteps weren't making any noise, Kayn knew how to walk without being noticed, and if it was necessary, he was ready to passing through some walls too, so he had nothing to worry about.

It was a peaceful day, in a strange way. But he wouldn't complain about the good climate, the lack of enemies or that Rhaast was in complete silence.

Minutes became an hour, and one hour turned into three. The florest ended, and they arrived in a lonely house.

The house structure was solid, but it didn't changed the fact that it was abandoned, with widows with broken glass and the doorstep almost falling apart.

"Great, we can spend the night here."

The man spoke, opening the door and taking a look around. The furniture, was left there, like it was waiting for the family to return.

"Pathetic" was the only word who came from the darkin, when the scythe was left in a sofa, but Kayn didn't cared about his words, and just continued looking into the house. No thing looked out of it's place, like the house was waiting for the return of the people who lived there.

No trace of blood in the floor or anywhere else. Something happened before they could arrive.

After some minutes of this research, Kayn simply sitted in a chair, looking directly at one of the windows, the moon was already there, and he could finally rest a little bit.

The man never had good and healthy eight hours of sleep, he was always alert, so after some time, when he heard some noise out of the house, his eyes opened in a flash and he took his scythe, preparing himself for a fight.

He took some steps, without making any sound, and after opening the door, he left the house in silence, analyzing all possible places where an enemy could hide, taking advantage of the darkness of that night.

When a figure leapt towards him, his instincts allowed him to use the scythe to block the attack and knock his enemy back.

The pale light from the house illuminated the battle. The scythe's blade glowed during Kayn's repeated attacks, which were deflected by his opponent. And after one of these attacks, the person, dressed in black, charged towards the Noxian, with a dagger in hands.

Kayn's free arm acted quickly, taking his enemy's weapon. But the moment his eyes caught those of the one who seemed interested in killing him.

Kayn knew those eyes.

He could never forget them.

"Y/N?"

His voice faltered and the dagger fell from his hands, giving the person a chance to back away, but the assassin was faster and wrapped his hand around his arm, trapping his rival there.

"Y/N, is that you?" He insisted.

The opponent's eyes were like blades, trying to understand the question.

"Who in the void is Y/N?"

the female voice asked sharply, while its owner squirmed in an attempt to get free.

"Just kill her already." Rhaast's voice reverberated once more.

But Kayn didn't obey. He was pressing her arm hard, he needed to keep her there.

He didn't understand how it was possible, how you could be here after all these years. But you were, and he'd recognize those eyes anywhere.

"Y/N, it's me, Kayn" He said with a smile, dropping the scythe and using his other hand to grip your other arm, with less force now.

His hands held you there, steady, close to your shoulders, but they didn't seem capable of hurting you, not with the force he was using.

"I have no idea who you are or who you think I am" your voice came out firm "I don't even have a name..."

He interrupted you, bringing your face closer, now more visible thanks to the light from the house.

"Yes you do, you're Y/N, you were born in Noxus, and you've been my best friend for as long as I can remember... I thought you were dead. But now... You're here. You're really alive."

His eyes stared at you, he looked completely different from the man you had faced a few minutes ago, he looked like a child.

But you didn't remember him. The certainty with he said all that, or the gleam in his eyes, none of that mattered, it couldn't be true.

"Let me go!" You snapped, irritated by the failed attack.

"I can't Y/N, I can't do this again."

"I AM NOT Y/N!"

Kayn sighed, lowering his head. How could you not remember who he was? That you couldn't remember him?

It hurt

It wasn't a wound, like so many he'd gotten during his life, it was a deep pain… in the organ he no longer remembered.

His heart ached.

"You don't remember..." He muttered "Don't remember but I can swear I've known you since we were kids Y/N we grew up together... We fought together"

Kayn's hands released you, but for some reason those words seemed to hold you there.

"You're wrong, I fight for myself."

Your voice faltered for a moment, his mind felt confused. Why did you fight?

"Then why did you attack me?" he quickly replied

A mission, that's what you remembered. Names, targets, that's all. Your current mission was to kill the man in front of you, so why haven't you already done so? And what else would you answer him?

"It was necessary" you limited yourself to a short reply, and for a moment, you thought you saw a tear in his eyes.

"Well..." Kayn sighed, and opening his arms, smiled at you "so do it. Kill me."

Your eyes dropped to the dagger on the floor, none of your targets ever gave you that opportunity, they never even got a chance to see who was attacking them, why did this man have to be any different?

Your hands retrieved the object, and as you took it, your face turned to Kayn's.

His expression was peaceful, for some reason you couldn't understand.

"Why?" you whispered

"After all these years, something put us in each other's paths. You need to kill me, and I was looking for the person responsible for the murders of masters of Ionia, which I can see now.... It was you."

You looked at him in a perplexed, almost stunned way. All these weeks, you thought you were letting everyone down.

The disguised Noxian soldiers served as bait so you could escape.

But nothing worked against Kayn.

"Y/N" he continued "I already lost you once. And I don't want that to happen again. Kill me"

You sighed. I needed to finish this.

Your hands gripped the dagger firmly, pointed toward his heart.

But before the blade touched him, your hands began to shake.

You felt a pain in your chest, and your eyes watered thanks to the tears that were now flowing.

You couldn't kill him.

"Kayn..." your voice came out as a whisper, his head hurt so much it felt like it was about to explode.

Flashes came to your mind, moments on the battlefield, nights when you feared the worst, the murders you committed...

That wasn't you.

Kayn was always present in her childhood memories. He didn't lie.

You remembered. Somehow now you remembered everything.

Your hands dropped the dagger to the floor, and the moment you looked at Kayn, he smiled, lowering his arms and wrapping them around you in a hug.

"It's ok Y/N" he said, as he had done so many times "Everything will be ok I promise"

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Cassandra x Maiden----Anonymity Ch.5 (NSFW!)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

'Cassandra's favorite', the other maids call you.

You can't tell if they mean it as a good or a bad thing. Hell, you can't even tell which of the two it really is.

Being her 'favorite' does not make you immune to harm in any way; bruises litter your shoulders and sides from when she grabs you too forcefully and cuts from her nails sting at your neck and stomach, renewed each time she comes to take a kiss.

None of that existed back when you were something of zero interest to her. On the other hand, she's told you several times you're 'a thing of beauty' --her thing of beauty-- and she won't let anything ruin a natural piece of art.

If you know anything about Cassandra, it is that she takes art very seriously. Your interpretation of the word greatly varies from hers, you're sure, but it doesn't change the fact she won't easily raise a sickle on you.

Cassandra won't break you. She won't let Daniela do so, either. Bela doesn't even care to hurt you. It means you're safe for now...

Unless Lady Dimitrescu decides you're best taken away from her daughter. Permanently. You don't dare meet her eyes, but you can feel them on you, scrutinizing, every night at dinner.

You're pretty sure she knows.

The thought sits heavy in your mind while you're cleaning bloodied steps off a corridor at three in the small hours of the morning, along with another maid. Adella is a quiet and hardworking one; the two of you make a good team and you know you'll be done in record time.

But it only takes a single moment for everything to go wrong.

Adella is hastily walking back to you with a bucket of fresh water in hand when you hear a different set of steps approach from the side. You make to warn her, but it's already too late.

The collision happens at the turn where the two passageways meet. As soon as you see black robes dripping wet you pray to whichever God will listen for mercy.

Because Cassandra has not been in a good mood all night and she is not the understanding type regardless.

Adella gasps and shakingly backs away, a waterfall of apologies spilling from her lips. Cassandra rolls her neck and draws her sickle, advancing on her slowly. She looks terrifying.

"Don't move now." she orders.

And you just- can't watch this. You don't know why, but the realization you cannot hits you like a speeding truck. You can't stand there while the the woman you frequently kiss cuts away at a girl you know is as good and compassionate as a human under your circumstances can possibly get.

You react.

Before you can even think how impossibly stupid you're being, you drop the mop in your hands and dash forward, crashing into Cassandra's form. Your right arm wraps around her waist and your left grips at her wrist like a vice. Your heart is pounding. You don't even know what you're saying;

"Cassandra, no! Please. Don't." Cold and rigid as she is, it may as well be a statue you're holding. "Cassandra, stop. Please." Once impulse dies down, you realize you've just signed your death wish for two seconds of playing hero.

And you thought you were smarter than that. Ha. But maybe, just maybe, part of you wants to die, so long as it's quick and painless.

With Cassandra, though, you doubt it. Especially with how lethal she sounds when she says:

"You. Disappear." You hear, rather than see, Adella scurrying off for her life. "As for you..."

You only register a blur, nausea, cold nails piercing at your neck, over already existing marks. You are shoved into the nearest wall so powerfully you can't breathe for all of ten seconds. It's a wonder you don't hear any cracks from within your body.

Cassandra is on you, her fingers harsh on your chin and breath chilly on your lips. "Good pets don't bark against their own masters. What made you so bold, hm?"

You don't answer, too busy summoning your mental strength for what comes next. The way her eyes and the lines of her pretty face have hardened, she looks nothing like the flirty girl who comes to steal kisses from you at random times during the night.

"Maybe I've been too nice to you. The first time you call my name and it's for some other maid?"

She looks like she wants to let out a bitter laugh, break something and slice you into stripes simultaneously. And then you realize; Cassandra is jealous.

It doesn't get any worse than that.

"Maybe I should make sure you never say anything again." The corner of her lips curls up in dark amusement as she talks. "You don't talk much, anyway."

Well. She did say she wouldn't let anyone ruin your looks. Never promised anything about what's on the inside.

You're shaking, even if her grasp doesn't leave much room to do so. Your brain is restlessly trying to come up with something to get you out of this mess-

"I'm of way more use to you with my tongue intact." you somehow manage to speak without stuttering. It makes you wonder where the hell this confidence came from.

Cassandra stills for a moment. Her grip eases the slightest amount, probably from surprise.

You wonder what the hell you're even doing, yourself, when you bring your hands to her sides and lean in, to the curve of her nice jawline. You've never kissed her neck before, but you remember from the times you've given her a massage that she's very sensitive around it.

Cautiously, you press your mouth to the soft spot under her ear.

She smells so good and her skin feels so smooth you're not exactly forcing yourself to kiss her. If you're going to be mutilated anyway, the part of you that must be severely messed up muses, you may as well take some pleasure for yourself beforehand. Who knows, it may change her mind along the way.

So you lick her there and suck over her faint pulse. You don't get any stimuli from her, at first.

Until her hand trails from your shoulder to your nape, urging you harder against her. It's the green light to keep going.

You put all your skill into it as you lavish her neck and collarbones with open-mouthed kisses. She's loose and moaning low in her throat now.

You can't tell why, but the sound echoes right though your adrenaline-induced system, tickles down your spinal cord to pool low in your stomach. You either had a kink for danger you never knew of, or you developed one in the castle.

Whatever the case, your fingers are working on the buttons of her outfit and she doesn't seem like stopping you has even crossed her mind.

When the robes barely hang onto her shoulders, Cassandra maneuvers you to the closest room, shuts the door and presses you against it. Hard. Your lips slide together hungrily. You taste wine on her tongue.

At this point, your hands are the only thing supporting her outfit on her. She looks too fucking sexy for words like this, half-undressed, lipstick smeared, so turned on and ready for you. But you also want to see more of her, so you let the black fabric drop.

She's getting impatient, though. Being more vocal, tugging your hand to the apex of her legs.

"Cassandra." you moan when you push the midnight lace of her panties aside and touch her. She's so wet.

Her mouth falls open in a soundless gasp, brows drawn softly. "Oh, you're lucky I like my name on your lips." she says, breathless.

You did start this trying to prove to her how useful your tongue can be attached to your body, however... so it's only fair that's how you finish it.

Finish her.

Cassandra looks dazed and confused when you kneel in front of her, but it's quickly replaced with a broken moan when you take her into your mouth. You revel in every single gasp you coax out of her, every minuscule shake of her perfect thighs.

She bites into her own hand when she reaches her peak, nails leaving four parallel marks on the wall.

You're gentlewomanly enough to pull her outfit up for her while she's coming down from her high. Your gaze takes its sweet time admiring the contours of her chest as you button it closed. She really is the most attractive girl you've ever seen, if you somehow don't take into consideration her body count.

"Good?" you ask when she opens her pretty eyes to look at you.

"It's not cute to be smug, plaything." Cassandra makes a soft grimace at you, though you can see the lazy, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of her lip. "But. I suppose your tongue has its uses to me, after all."

You gently push off the door to let her exit at her leisure. The movement makes you realize you won't really be able to move tomorrow, with how sore you already are.

To your surprise, Cassandra takes a moment longer in the room.

She turns back to you and raises her hands to your torso, then carefully adjusts your wrinkled shirt. Her long fingers smooth over the imperfections she caused...

And you don't know why after everything the two of you just did, it's this that feels the most intimate.

The same digits brush over your throat as she pulls away.

By the time your mind starts working right again, Cassandra is already gone. Absently, you trace over the weeping scratches on your neck.

-

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Later, at the main hall of the castle...

"Oh, boo, look who's late again." Daniela rolls her eyes at Cassandra's fashionably delayed arrival.

"Surprise, surprise." Bela smirks, casually leaned against the side of the fireplace.

"Are you two done being insufferable or should I come by later?" Cassandra asks.

"And scar our ears and minds with another round of your 'oh's and 'ah's, sister? I think not." Daniela comments.

Bela raises an eyebrow in amusement. "Had a nice time?"

"You two have very active imaginations, you know? Tells a lot about you." Cassandra chuckles. "She was just giving me a massage. But do go on. Be thirsty. I can wait."

Daniela and Bela share a look, thrown off their game by the nonchalance.

Cassandra hides a smirk under her hood and steps out first, into the peerless dark.

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I love your writing. May I have Loki x Reader? The reader is a sweet, delicate dreamer. Loki has come to conquer the world. He saw her and wants her to become his Queen of Midgard. He kidnapped her. She pleads with him to let her go while she is tied to the bed. He caresses her hair and says she will love him (he doesn't want to use the scepter on her).

***Can I have White Reader x Loki, please? Loki just escaped from the Helicarrier. He saw the reader who is a sweet and innocent creature. Loki doesn't want her dead when he will start battle. Loki kidnaps her and locks her up to keep her safe. When he wins, Loki tells her that she will become his queen.***

Hi! I decided to combine the prompts and make the reader plus-sized. I hope you enjoy! 

His Match

Pairing: Dark!Loki x Plus-Sized Female Reader 

Summary: You’ve tried to live by your grandmother’s rule  of being kind to others, even when the world gives you the middle finger. What if a Norse God decided reward you by becoming his Queen?

Word Count: 1,745

Rating: 18+/Mature

Warning: Kidnapping, Implied Dub/Non-Con, Angst, and some Violence

A/N: Thanks goes to the amazing @angrythingstarlight for beta reading this!

Loki was walking around New York City, scouting Stark Tower making sure the final preparations of his plan was perfect when something, or rather someone, caught his eye.

She walked out of what looked like a women’s clothing store with a forlorn smile. She was plumper than the average female Midgardian last time he frequented the realm. His eyes did not miss the enticing curves that lied beneath her clothes despite her efforts to ensconce herself into the background.

She was a vision.

Her eyes met his for the briefest of moments and it felt like time stopped. His heart quickened in his chest and a rush of blood surged to his groin.

He had to follow her. His Elskan.

“Barton, tell the others I’ll be out for a few more hours. Proceed as planned.”

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He found you entering a rather destitute apartment complex. Its lights and foundation were a bit unsound and gave off a seedy ambience.

Loki grimaced at her living conditions. When he ruled Midgard, she would have only the best.

Casting a simple concealment spell, Loki entered her fairly small apartment. She began mixing ingredients together for what looked to be ‘chocolate chip cookies’. He smiled as he inhaled the sweet aroma knowingly; Asgard had only recently started consuming the sweet. She soon laid out a batch of thick, scrumptious cookies with a satisfied expression.

They reminded him of better times when he and Thor would sneak into the kitchens and swipe confections from under the baker’s nose. Loki chuckled at the memory; those were the days.

Not ten minutes after she placed the last cookie onto the cooling rack did her phone ring. It was her mother. Loki felt dread coming off his Elskan in waves.

Loki could only make out bits and pieces of the conversation, if you could call it that. Her mother constantly nagged her about her weight, life choices, and her ‘pathetic’ attempts to get over her ex-boyfriend. His heart broke as he saw tears begin to fall and the croaking of her voice as she bid the odious creature goodnight.

Several minutes after she cried herself to sleep, Loki entered his Elskan’s bedroom. He spied her diary on the nightstand and decided to read a few pages.

He was fuming within two minutes.

How dare that caustic pig sow treat his Elskan, her own daughter, in a such ghastly manner! Her ‘perfect’ sister always slighting and reminding her on how ‘she’ll never be good enough for anything’ and her father’s callous indifference to her cries for help and solace only added to his rage. Combined with the way her ex-boyfriend, the repugnant gnat, treated her (he cheated on her with someone who ‘wasn’t built like a blimp’ and ‘the only thing you thing you had going for you were your tits’) and he wanted to speed up the invasion just to watch the horror become engrained onto their faces.

And yet, she endeavored to treat everyone with kindness harkening back to your grandmother. She strived to be the one light in one’s otherwise miserable existence.

Well, she can be his light as his Elskan and Queen.

Loki took a deep, cleansing breath. He needed to stick to the plan. When he conquers Midgard, she will be their queen. She will grace the undeserving masses with her elegance and beauty and he will worship her every chance he got.

He just had to make her see it that way.

Gently, the light forest green glow of Loki's magic flowed from his hand to the crown of her head like a halo. He leaned in and kissed her cheek with a smile as he left.

He hated to leave her, but he had a realm to conquer. Though he hoped she’d enjoy the introductory gift.

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You were in your grandmother’s living room; spacious yet comfy with all of her quirkiness and splendor included. It was odd since you haven’t been in her house since your parents sold after her death seven years ago. You tearfully smiled remembering all the good times you had with her, the only member of your family you gave you any true warmth or love.

Her piano was in the corner, barely aged a day with all the music sheets, pens, a light scratches you came to know and love. You took your seat and started to play the piano version of one of your favorite movie themes.

You were so engrossed in playing, you failed to notice someone materializing into your dreamscape.

“What a lovely tune! What is it called?” A smooth, honey-tinged voice broke your concentration.

You turned your head and saw what had to be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. He was tall (6’ 10” / 2.08m) easily towering over any man you’ve ever met. He had smooth alabaster skin, light rose undertones with a little blue-red just under his eyes. His cheekbones were immaculate, somehow looked sharp and soft at the same time. He had thin lips with a fair plumpness to the bottom one. His slicked-back, shoulder-length Ponzu/Shadow Purple hair kissed his lean, battle-hardened physique (if the way he’s filling out his outfit was anyway to go by). All of this deliciousness was clothed in a casual Palm Green suit with a Glossy Black tie and shoes.

It took you a full minute to stop ogling him, “Wha-What did you say?”

“I apologize for disturbing you, my lady. I asked what you were playing.” His voice had hints of mirth which was odd considering his appearance. Most people in his league would give you a thinly veiled sneer of disgust, but he seemed genuinely interested.

“Um, well, it’s called Merry-Go-Round of Life from the movie Howl’s Moving Castle. It’s a favorite of mine. I used to play it all the time until…” You trailed off, not wanting to revisit how your grandmother died.

“You do not have to tell me if it brings you such displeasure.”

“Thank you, um…”

“Loki. Please, call me Loki.”

“Loki,” he inwardly moaned at the way you said his name, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Please, continue playing.”

And you did for what felt like hours, all while your sexy dream companion asked about your hopes, dreams, anything he could think of really. You in turn asked him about his life and interests; you even laughed at a story of his brother having to dress like a bride to get his hammer back.

You soon became enamored with Loki. It was refreshing to be noticed with actual interest, not ridicule or pity. He seemed to taken with you as well, if his gentle caresses and not-so-subtle lustful glances he gave you were any indication.

You were glad this was just a dream. You didn’t want your heart to break like last time.

Loki was about to lean in for a kiss when everything faded to black.

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You jolted up from the mattress and screamed once you realized you weren’t in your room.

No, this room was…spectacular for lack of better word. It had high ceilings, large windows, ornate chandeliers, and magnificent balcony. Luxurious dark greens, gold, and black covered the room in splendor. Extravagant pieces of furniture dripped with precious stones metal worthy of queens or royal mistresses of old.

“What is this place?”

You tried to leave but was forced back onto the bed by a force field. You tried to take calm breaths just like your therapist taught you in order to make an escape plan.

No sooner did you calm down than the door open to reveal-

“Loki!”

Only Loki was wearing radically different clothing; looked like he walked right out of a fantasy epic. And yet, his smile was enchanting.

“What am I doing here? I need to go back home.”

He tutted in response, “That would not be wise, Elskan Mín. This world is mine now and this is safest place to be.” He was right. His brother’s team of desperate souls were no match for his cunning and Chitauri Forces. Midgard’s pathetic leaders gave up in less than an hour once their beloved ‘heroes’ were defeated, broken, and laid bare before them.

“You can’t be serious, Loki. I need to leave.”

“And go where? Like I said, this realm is mine now. That rat poison of a dwelling is no more and I have dealt with your ‘family’ as needed.” Loki smirked at the memories. It gave him extreme joy squeezing the life out of that worthless pig of mother, breaking every bone in your father’s body one by one, and leaving your ‘perfect’ sister alive with partially rotten skin. Not even the scavengers or maggots would find or want the remains of the scurvy insect of an ex-boyfriend, though he was still alive..just barely.

Well, at least until he decided on how to destroy the blight of creature.

Though he did make sure to leave two of your real friend were treated well. You needed to have someone to talk to while he was away.

You gazed into his Spearmint colored eyes in one last attempt, “Please Loki! If you love me, you’ll let me go!”

For a split second, you could’ve sworn you saw hurt in his eyes and he glided across the room. You back hit the headboard in you sad efforts to get away from him.

“Elskan Mín, I promise to always love, cherish, and worship every part of your glorious body. You will become Midgard’s queen and my goddess. No. One. Will. Ever. Demean. Or. Slight. You. Again.” he punctuated each word of the last sentence with soft, open-mouthed kisses to your face, neck, shoulders, and collarbone.

You tried to fight him, but it felt so good. His touches sent shots of lightning to your core; plus his lips and fingers were cook to the touch provided excellent contrast to the spike in heat.

You started crying realizing how pathetic this was, to have the first person to profess such feelings be a kidnapper. You were actually contemplating whether or not he was telling the truth.

Loki sensed your sorrow and kissed your tears away. “I know this might be ‘difficult’ at first, but you will love me in time.” He hoped he did not have to use the scepter.

You thought about your dream and all of the effort he was putting into this. It was frightening, but it came from a place of love.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay.

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