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bagerfluff · 7 months

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Love Fights

Set in season one - Scott McCall x Male Reader

Prompt - "I can't believe I did that"

Y/n would not call himself a violent person. He normally stayed in the back and tried to solve conflicts with words rather than fist. But something in him snapped when he saw Jackson bullying Scott. Y/n didn’t really know Scott. They talked a couple of times, but they weren’t friends. But Y/n found the boy cute. With his fluffy brown hair, brown eyes, his slender but muscular build, even his uneven jaw looked cute. Plus, he looked hot playing lacrosse. Y/n cared about the boy, a lot more than normal since he started acting weird.

He seemed to get magically better at lacrosse, he seemed to have really sensitive hearing, and he no longer needed his asthma inhaler. Y/n wondered the answer to all of these questions but he never had the confidence to ask Scott or his friend Stiles for the answers. So Y/n just watched like the answers would hit him in the face. And thinking about it made Y/n feel like a stalker. But it never happened, but what did was Jackson deciding to bully Scott. Y/n watched from his locker as it happened.

Scott was alone, Stiles nowhere to be seen. So Scott took the yelling. That didn’t make Y/n mad, but what did was when Jackson decided to punch Scott in the jaw. Y/n didn’t know what came over him but he dropped his bag, slammed his locker shut, walked over to Jackson, and punched him in the face. Y/n didn’t stop there. He then punched Jackson in the gut. Then he kicked his legs out from under him. Got on top of him. Then Punched him. Again and again and again and again. Y/n would have kept going if Scott didn’t pull him off.

Once of the now bloody and bruised Jackson, Scott dragged Y/n to an empty classroom and shut the door. Y/n didn’t really understand what happened until the adrenalin wore off. His breathing slowed as he looked down at his knuckles. They were covered in blood and were bruised. Jackson didn’t manage to land a punch on Y/n so there was no blood anywhere else. Y/n’s eyes widened as he looked at his knuckles. Why did he do that? He was going to get detention. Jackson’s family could sue.

“I can’t believe I did that” Y/n said so quietly that if it wasn't for Scott’s werewolf hearing, he wouldn’t have heard it. “Me neither” Scott said as he walked closer to Y/n. “Come on” Scott said after a minute “we need to go to the nurse”. But Y/n didn’t move. He had attacked a guy. He could have killed him if Scott didn’t pull him off. Once Scott realized that Y/n wasn’t going to move, he grabbed his hand and dragged him to the nurses office.

This caused a red color to come to Y/n’s face as Scott gestured to him to sit on one of the shitty beds they have in the office. A few minutes later the nurse appeared and told Scott to leave. Though Scott wanted to stay to ask Y/n why he beat up Jackson, Scott decided he could ask when Y/n was done getting patched up. So when Scott left he sat in one of the chairs outside the office.

Scott wondered why Y/n did what he did while he waited. Did he just feel like beating up Jackson? But that didn’t sound like Y/n. From the few times he talked to him he seemed like a guy that wouldn’t go around punching people. Plus he had heard that Y/n isn’t a violent guy. Maybe Y/n was mad that he punched Scott. It didn’t hurt that much, plus with his super healing the bruise was already gone. But why would Y/n punch someone just because they punched him? Did Y/n care about him? They hadn’t talked many times so they were exactly friends.

Scott did find the mysterious boy good looking. With his h/l h/c hair, e/c eyes, s/c skin. The way he cared about his friends and what he loved. No one ever made him drop his passions or what he loved. If Y/n loved something he would protect it with his life. So maybe Y/n cared about Scott. Maybe he liked Scott. Scott shook his head. Scott wasn’t even sure if he liked the boy back. Scott wasn’t even sure if he was gay, or bi. Scott sighed. So much is happening that could change his life. The bite, the dead body, and now this. Wasn’t high school bad enough.

But it was the only explanation that made any sense. Scott was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear Stiles running over to him and sitting next to him. “Scott!” Stiles screamed as he waved a hand in front of Scott’s face. Scott shook his head again and looked at Stiles. “Yay,” Scott said. “You good man” Scott nodded “I heard about what happened”. Scott's eyes widened “you did?” Scott asked, Stiles nodded. Scott looked back at the wall in front of him and continued to think as Stiles looked like he was thinking. “Do you know why Y/n did it?”

Stiles asked. Scott shook his head, not looking at Stiles. Stiles stopped talking, he wanted to think. Plus Scott didn’t look like he wanted to talk. A few minutes later Y/n stepped out of the nurse office with bandages around his knuckles. Y/n was looking at them like they still had blood on them. Scott abruptly stood up and looked at Y/n. Stiles and Y/n were both caught off guard by this. Stiles fell out of the chair he was sitting in while Y/n just snapped his head up to look at Scott.

Scott looked at Y/n for a few minutes before asking his question. “Why did you do it?” Despite Scott not saying what Y/n did, Y/n seemed to know what he was talking about. Looking back down at his hands Y/n sighed. Y/n knew why he did what he did. He was angry that Jackson hit Scott. The truth was that Y/n wanted to protect Scott. Scott always got bullied but Y/n didn’t do anything about it. Guess he did now.

But Y/n couldn’t tell Scott that. Scott didn’t like men. He didn’t like him. So Y/n lied “I was tired of Jackson beating people up just because he felt like it” he said. But Scott knew he was lying. Even though Scott knew that Y/n would never punch somebody, that isn’t what told Scott that he was lying. It was his heart beat. Scott knew that someone's heart rate went up when lying and that’s what happened to Y/n. Scoot supposed that was a positive to his new werewolf problem. “You're lying,” Scott said, forgetting that he should not imply to random people that he can hear more than the average human “I can hear your heartbeat.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. Was Scott lying or could he actually hear his heartbeat. Scott had to be lying. There was probably another way Scott found out he lied. Y/n’s friends told him that he was a really bad liar. Y/n tried to think of another lie but nothing came out of his mouth. Y/n sighed “I was mad that Jackson hit you.” Y/n said quietly. So quietly that Stiles, who was just watching what was happening, couldn’t hear him. But Scott could.

“Why” Scott asked as he walked closer to Y/n. Y/n took a step back as he avoided eye contact with Scott. Y/n didn’t even try to lie at this point. Y/n was ninety percent sure Scott wouldn’t tease him or tell anyone else that he liked him. “Because I like you” Y/n said but loud enough that Stiles heard him too. Scott was shocked. Y/n liked him. But did he like Y/n back? Scott didn’t want to hurt his feelings. But Scott didn’t even know what his feelings were. After a few minutes of silence. Y/n ran off down the halls of the school. He took that silence as rejection.

Scott wanted to run after him but the bell rang before he could. After Scott didn’t move Stiles grabbed his shoulder and took Scott to his next class. But Scott couldn't pay attention for any of his other classes. He was too busy thinking. Scott wondered if Y/n was okay. He also wondered if he liked him back. When the final bell rang Scott slowly walked out of class and walked slowly out of school and walked slowly to Stiles jeep.

Stiles was already there, waiting for his best friend. Once Scott got there he entered the jeep without saying a word neither did Stiles once he realized that Scott wouldn’t reply. But after a few minutes wondered what was wrong with his friend. “You good man,” Stiles asked. Scott’s head snapped to Stiles, like Stiles had scared him. Scott nodded, still not talking.

“What are you thinking about?” Stiles asked. “What Y/n said” Scott said, speaking for the first time since Y/n said it. Stiles nodded. “Well” Stiles said, glancing at Scott for a minute. “Do you like him back?” Stiles asked. “I-i don’t know” Scott stuttered. Stiles sighed before his eyes widened. “Okay” he said looking at Scott. “Imagine kissing Allison” Scott was confused by what his friend said but he listened anyway. Scott closed his eyes and imagined kissing the girl. After he was done he opened his eyes. “How was it?” Stiles asked once Scott was done.

“Okay” Scott replied. It wasn’t good but it wasn’t bad either. Scott didn’t really feel anything when he imagined it. He didn’t get butterflies in his stomach like the way people told him. “Now imagine kissing “Y/n,” Stiles said. Scott closed his eyes again and imagined kissing Y/n. Scott imagined Y/n putting his hands around his waist as Scott put his hands around his shoulders and played with the hair at the nape of his neck. Scott’s eyes shot open. Imagining kissing Y/n was a lot better than imagining kissing Allison. Scott even had butterflies in his stomach. Scott’s eyes widened. He likes Y/n.

Stiles smirked as he looked at Scott, as if he could read his mind and know what he was thinking. “So” Stiles asked, still with a smirk on his face. “Great,” Scott said, a little breathless. Stiles laughed as he pulled up to Scott’s house. Scott got out of the car and was about to shut the door to the jeep before Stiles said something. “Make sure to tell him” the Stiles drove off. Without asking him Scott knew what Stiles was talking about. Scott needed to tell Y/n that he loved him at school tomorrow. Scott smiled at the thought. Scott entered his house with a smile that was brighter than the sun.

As Scott walked into the school he looked for Y/n. After a few minutes Scott spotted Y/n at his locker. Scott walked up to Y/n and pulled him into the nearest supply closet. “Wha-” Y/n didn’t get to finish as Scott had placed his lips on Y/n’s. Y/n’s eyes widened. Scott was kissing him. Y/n quickly started to kiss Scott back as he grabbed his waist. The kiss wasn’t perfect. Neither y/n nor Scott had experience kissing, but to them it was perfect. Scott put his arms around Y/n’s neck as he played with the hair at the nape of his neck. Y/n was the one to pull away. Y/n looked into Scott’s eyes as Scott smiled. “I like you too,” Scott said.

Now Y/n was the one who smiled.

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scuttling · 11 months

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Fandom: Supernatural Pairings: Dean Winchester/Female Reader Word Count: 1,527 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Unprotected sex, Mentions of impending death Summary: It's the end of the world again; where better to find comfort than Dean Winchester's arms? A/N: Sometimes Dean's just too pretty to ignore.

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Staring out the window of the battered old motel, looking into the darkening sky, you try to count the number of life-or-death situations you’ve been in in the last year. You’ve been mortally wounded in battle, only to be healed by angelic figures that don’t quite live up to expectations; possessed by demons who are surprisingly more forthcoming than their winged counterparts; ripped to shreds by creatures with claws and fangs, things that are both as terrifying as the stories say and so much more complicated than most people know.

A loud crack of thunder booms, lightning splits the sky, and a warm hand presses firmly against the middle of your back. None of those things make you jump, not anymore.

“So,” Dean begins, reaching out to hand you a tumbler of whiskey—the good stuff, a high-dollar, top-shelf single malt. “Last night on Earth.”

You take the glass from him and peer into into it, through the rich brown liquid, before sipping the liquor, letting it burn smoothly, slowly; it seems like an oxymoron, but precisely what you need now, in the eleventh hour, when it feels like the world is about to fall to ashes at your feet. Again.

“That line work for you often?” you ask, half-teasing, and you down the rest of the alcohol. A shrug of his shoulders and a cocked half-smile tells you all you need to know. "Right, of course. Apocalyptic situation plus a rugged, handsome man who did his very best to prevent our impending doom... I imagine it isn't ever hard for you to get laid, but it's gotta be damn near impossible to be turned down under conditions like these."

He empties his own glass with a smack of his lips, leaning his shoulder against the wall beside you, and smiles gently. It’s different from his usual grin, because it changes the look of his eyes, touching only the corners and making it appear as though it would physically hurt him to keep it up much longer.

He’s not being a creep, hitting on you when you’re vulnerable—you know because you know him, have been traveling the road off and on with him and Sam and occasionally Cas for over a year now. This is about desperation, a vain attempt to cling to something as your doomsday clock ticks down to zero, to connect with another person one more time before you reach the proverbial end of the road.

"You tell me,” he finally says, voice as rough and broken as you’d expect. You look away from his face abruptly, this open, emotional version of the man you’ve been kicking ass and trading sarcastic quips with making your stomach turn. He’s a good guy, no doubt about that, and he doesn’t deserve the life he’s been saddled with, or all the pain and misery that comes with it. He lived for his family, Sam, and now they are apart—no more angel teleportation, no more gas stations, no more cell service—and the end is so near you can see it in the darkening swirl of his green eyes, the tightness of his jaw.

Apparently the booze hasn’t slowed down your motor functions any, because you’re turning to press a hand to his chest before the thought has fully formed in your mind.

"I'd be honored, Dean Winchester," you breathe, pushing a hand softly through his hair; he inhales, lips parted and eyes flicking curiously over your face, before leaning down for a careful, gentle kiss.

Both of his arms wrap around you, embracing you warmly, and you slip your tongue into his mouth, giving yourself over to his strong arms and stubble without a second thought. It isn’t exactly a hardship, sleeping with the brave, honorable, beautiful hunter, and if it makes him feel even a fraction better about the whole dying bloody thing, how can you refuse?

"Thank you." It’s a sandpaper whisper pressed lightly against your lips, and one of his hands moves to cradle your head as the kiss deepens. He tastes bittersweet, a blend of mint and whiskey, and is far more tender than you would have imagined, taking soft sips of your bottom lip between toe-curling, passionate kisses. You push the light-colored flannel off of his shoulders, pleased with the muted groan he expels against your neck, and wrap your arms around his back like you can’t get close enough, can’t get enough of him.

He lifts you easily, of course, like you’re as weightless as you’re starting to feel, brings you to the bed and covers your body with his, hands ghosting over your throat and your face, down your arms, over your chest, your sides. The kisses grow rougher, needier, deeper on both your parts, and when you pull the soft, worn t-shirt over his head you press your fingertips into his skin, drag him closer, body begging for more.

“Dean… yes,” you sigh as he nips at your neck, your earlobe, his teeth sharp but careful. You move your hands over his stomach, his chest, the back of his head, pulling him to your mouth for more slow, wet kisses like you’ll find the solution to all of your problems inside him—or maybe that you want him to find it inside you. It’s a heady, dizzy feeling, and he feels it too, moaning into the kiss when you shift up to your knees, pulling your own t-shirt over your head.

“I need you,” he rasps, looking over your body, with all of its scars and bruises, like it’s a map of all the places you’ve been together. You unhook your bra, let it fall away, and then unbuckle his belt, help him strip down before removing the rest of your clothes too.

You feel a flush of heat when you’re both bare, not nervousness or shyness, but something you don’t have a name for, not yet; you probably never will, now so close to the end, so you just bask in the feeling that he’s all yours, that in your last moments you will be as connected as two people can be. That even if you die in vain, you won’t be dying alone.

You’d ask about protection right about now, but don’t see the point, considering the circumstances; instead, you climb into his lap and weave your fingers into his hair, kiss him so thoroughly he has to know you’re doing this because you want to and not just because he’d asked. Your nails graze over his shoulders, into his hair, murmur his name, and his soft lips become hard and unyielding as he kisses you breathless, like he wants it to mean something.

He lays you back against the bed, still made up from the day, and you let him, pulling your knees up so he can settle in close to you, so you can feel his body tense beneath your hands and he presses into you, fills you completely. “Fuck,” he grinds out, and his mouth finds yours again, his kisses softer, sweeter as he starts to move.

For the first time, you’re glad it’s pretty much just the two of you left in this desolate town; neither of you are quiet as you fuck, gasping and moaning and whining puffs of breath into the air between you. The sounds of your sex echo in the room—the groan of the bed frame, the sticky wetness soaking your thighs, Dean’s mouth as it runs about your beauty and your pussy and how heavenly you feel.

The room is so hot, your skin slick with sweat, his too, and he takes your hands in his and presses them up over your head, against the bed, holding you down with the force of his body as you both chase the feeling that you’re close to something big.

“Oh god, more, Dean, please,” you plead, hitching your legs up higher, tightening them around him as he thrusts quicker, deep and smooth. “You’re so good, so good, Dean.”

“You have to come for me. You have–” He lifts one of his hands away from your pinned wrists and strokes your cheek with it, brushing his thumb over your lips. His eyes are lighter now, honeyed, but still flooded with emotion as he combines tenderness with roughness and brings you so close to climax you can feel it pulsing beneath your skin. “You’re glowing,” he chokes out before his orgasm rips through him, strong enough to make him shake above you, and he leans in for a kiss that turns into your own climax, something powerful that makes you ache down to your bones.

You whimper against his shoulder as he slows, and he releases your arms, pulls them around him so you embrace as you pant through it together. You feel both completely spent and filled with buzzing energy, and when he looks down at you his expression is… awed. There’s no way to mistake that face for anything else.

“Holy shit. I think that worked,” he says, almost astonished, and then his phone vibrates on the bedside table and you turn simultaneously to look over at the glowing screen.

Sam.

A/N: Didn't mean for this fic to mean anything or to lead to anything more, but it kind of did, so who knows?

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seriesxwriting · 1 year

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The back of the bus

Pairing- Theo raeken

Series- tw (teen wolf)

Summary- You and Theo have the back of the bus all to your selfs (considering he kicked everyone off the seats). What mischief could you possibly get up to considering your strictly friends. For now ;).

Warnings- probably swearing, kissing, talks about a wound, talks about death.

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I stood at the back of Theo, Scott and stiles. Scott and stiles sat on the last two free seats together. I didn’t blame them, Scott needed to sit down he was still injured.

A bunch of nerds sat at the back of the bus and I knew exactly what was about to happen because Theo eyed them up like his lunch. He had asked to sit next to me before and I had a feeling he was going to make sure it happen. While he headed toward the boys at the back, just as I suspected, I stopped in my tracks not wanting to be involved.

“Get up” Theo ordered at them, his face was serious and he was practically snarling. “what- why should we? we saved these seats we got up early!” “Get -up” he repeated and he wasn’t too happy he had to, frowning bending closer to one of there faces. His tone had changed now.

“…Yep okay” the boy who spoke earlier gave up from fear of Theo, his eyes looked as if he was about to cry. The four boys jumped up scattering around the bus for seats. Theo popped down looking smug while slumping in the chair, elbow on his leg giving me a dangerous smiled knowing he was the biggest and the baddest.

“Come on then love” he winked nodding down to his lap seeing me frozen in my space. “Considering you’ve conquered the whole back row, there are spare seats I don’t need to use you” I walked over, quietly sorting out my stuff sitting two seats down from him.

“yeah but I’m more comfortable than coach seats, I just want you to be comfy” he rolled his head over to my side looking playful. “And we do have a long really long ride” he shrugged chewing his gum pressing harder to convince me.

“Oh you really do make a good point” you whispered pretending he won for a second. but really you were just not able to resist him anymore. Your legs went either side of his lap and sat down the opposite way he expected you to while holding his face. “can’t believe you got me in to this- I hate busses”

“Well good because this is a coach” Theo chuckled latching his hands on my waist. “Don’t try and be smart with me” I giggled shaking my head. “Well if you’d stop complaining and gave it ago for a moment you might enjoy the journey, I can be quite entertaining” he wiggled his eyebrows making me slightly giggle. “Well I’ll need proof of that” “that you will have babe” he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

Words couldn’t really describe what you and Theo were, but you went along with anyway. Even though it then allowed you to catch feelings.

“Alright love birds we get it” stiles plopped next to us sticking his face closely in the middle. “stiles- can you leave?” Theo turned around half pissed off. “Theo” you hit his chest gently but he just grabbed your hand before turning back to stiles, “I just wanna say- Scott isn’t looking too good can we all keep an eye on him” “yeah of course” you nodded sympathetically.

“His alpha wound?” You questioned quietly, stiles nodded slightly looking downwards. “it’s not healing” “it will take longer” theo explained like stiles was dumb. “yeah smart one we know” stiles raised his eyebrow not taking any of Theo’s smart comments. “And he’s worried about Derek- we all are” you sighed reaching for Theo’s hair playing with it and hugging his head for comfort. “There’s no way he’s dead- so where is he” you try and reassure yourself. “Y/n- he could be dead” theo swallowed looking into your eyes. “He’s not! Plus who would take a dead body” you winced not liking the two pairs of eyes on you.

“yeah I know, just think positive huh” theo nodded at you rubbing your back after a moment of silence. “I have to think positive- I can’t deal with all the negative we go through” I explained to them. Stiles rubbed the top of my hand and Theo clearly got jealous.

“Can I go back to kissing my girlfriend now”, Theo asked with a loud sigh and confession while shooing him away. “what?” You stuttered pulling away and turning to him saying it at the same time as stiles. “ah- I see what happened… I just- called you my girlfriend didn’t I” “and… I’m not complaining am I?” You blinked staring at his eyes with a bright smile. “Really?” He whispered rubbing my cheek with his thumb. “can you just be careful with him- please” stiles said to me.

“I’m right here” theo pushed him out the way wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. “Stiles I trust him- if you don’t can you keep it to your self” I asked him lowly feeling slightly uncomfortable with how honest he was being.

“but y/n I just want wha- wait why are Lydia and Allison following us?” “Allison is here?” Scott turned around, automatically regretting doing it too fast, he winced out loudly. “Scott take it easy” theo looked over at him “I’m fine, really” he nodded at us holding his wound. “Congratulations is in order then?” Scott smirked at us two. Theo turned a bit red looking down, I giggled at how cute he was. “is this new for you?”

“A bit- yeah” he awkwardly started to play with my fingers. “theo we don’t- have to label it” “no- no I want to- I want you to be officially be my girl and only mine” he cupped my face , his cool rings rubbed against my skin as he smiled but with a serious expression.

“really?- your sure” “never been more sure princess”. Slowly theo leant in to kiss me. I guess we had kissed before but not like this and not sober either. It was nice being this genuinely intimate with him. I trusted theo and I really liked him. “So what’s the real plan for this trip or…” “a lot of this” he kissed you again quickly on the lips “and a lot of this” theo said rummaging in his bag, getting out a packet of crisps.

“Eating and kissing, not at the same time I hope” “and a lot of you learning from my humour- that was the worst dad joke I’ve ever heard” Theo chuckled at me shaking his head. “Shut it you” I joined in… I guess busses weren’t that bad. Or coach’s. Whatever.

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cupioromantic-simp · 6 months

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Head cannon: the ninjas in heals

Jay

- my man is stumbling in anything over over two inches

- He can walk in kitten heals and that is it

- Mostly because his mom had only two pairs and nothing over 1 1/2 inches

- Because he definitely played with his moms heals

- Guy grew up poor he didn’t have many friends he was clumsy and clueless and rocking his moms kitten pumps

- He has fantastic balance but as soon as he has to move he’s wobbly as all hell

- 4/10

Zane

- no.

- My guy is cool collected and sexy as hell

- But

- He it NOT calibrated for anything except flats

- Like I mean hes perfectly balanced to be able the stand still and stuff

- So if you throw that off even with like those forwards leaning running shoes

- Flat on his face in less than a second

- PLATFORMS HOWEVER

- My boy can serve in platform’s

- But he’s already quite tall (6’0 exactly) so he sees no real reason to where anything but flats

- He likes to feel grounded

- 1/10

Nya

- *sigh*….

- Your going to hate me but

- No.

- Like she *can* she just doesn’t want to

- She can SLAY the runway mama

- But it makes her feel weird

- She can walk in anything under four inches

- But she never had the chance to really learn from anyone

- But there aren’t really any places for her to sensibly be in heals

- So she sticks to flats

- But she still can and WILL kick your ass in her convers dress combo

- So be warned

- 6/10

Kai

- yes but absolutely not

- Bro can STRUT

- He just… won’t

- Probably also played with his moms heals as a kid ngl

- He just gives of the vibe

- He will if absolutely necessary but that is it

- Or if a pretty person asks vary nicely

- But he’s more the

- ‘Cool I can do it, awesome!… now what?’

- Nothing over 3 1/2 inches though

- 7/10

Cole

- Yeah.

- Girl what where you expecting

- Girly was raised in a theatre house

- Literally!

- You think 8yo cole WASN’T braking his ankles trying to memorize the Chicago choreography

- Because if you do you’re vary vary wrong

- My guy can kick your ass in a solid five inches

- He has the mind of a dancer and the body of a boxer

- Tbh he’s probably point shoe certified

- He just doesn’t want to anymore because of dancer trauma™️

- 8/10

Lloyd

- bitch you thought

- No way can this child walk in heals

- Maybe like half an inch

- but nothing more or he is crying with a scraped knee on the floor

- Like the goof was raised in a all boys boarding school

- And had no parental figures until the ninjas

- And even after the ninjas took him in he didn’t like them bc they were kind assholes to him

- He never really had the chance to play with his moms heals

- Nya kept her door super duper locked

- And he never really wanted to learn ether

- Plus heals are for losers and girls

- 1/10

Pixel

- talking about losers and girls

- (tho she isn’t really ether)

- YES!!!!!!

- My girl may be the tallest of all of them

- BUT

- She is also one of the wold’s most advanced technical advancements

- She also had to attend many galas as dr.borgs assistant/child

- The highest she can go is seven inches

- But she’s also like six foot four

- So she doesn’t really find the need to wear heals that tall

- She usually wears an inch or less

- It’s more professional that way

- More practical as well

- 10/10

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opbackgrounds · 2 years

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Firstly - get better soon Sarc!! Secondly, a question - how about a rating of doctors/medical professionals in One Piece? Worst to best, and why =D

Worst to best, eh? Going to have to consult the wiki on this, but I’ll give it my best shot

Hogback: I considered putting him higher since he seems to be a competent surgeon—successfully transferring animal parts onto Absolom, among other things—but his utter disregard for ethics puts him at the bottom. Doc Q is a terrible human being, but he doesn’t claim to be advancing medical science. Plus, his supposed greatest feat isn’t even his own. Without Moriah’s devil fruit, Hogback’s “resurrections” don’t exist. He’s a fraud and a creep, -100/10

Doc Q: We haven’t seen him do much doctoring but considering his own health and that of his horse, I have my doubts. That, and handing out exploding apples and then blaming fate when they explode is generally regarded as bad practice. He’s caused much harm and brought no health, so -10/10

Hiliruk: An inspirational figure does not a good doctor make. Please don’t force feed children frog spawn in order to treat their broken bones 0/10

Dr. Blackbeard: we didn’t see his medical practice, but he seemed nice and probably didn’t deserve to be kicked in the head by an Emperor’s commander ???/10

Masked Deuce: I read both Ace novels and didn’t remember he was a doctor, but the wiki says he was a dropout with sucky grades so we’ll say 2/10

Aladine: Also did not remember he was a doctor, but unlike almost everyone else on this list he was sensitive to mental health issues. But without seeing him more in action I can’t give him higher than a 5/10

Nako: Don’t know much about him, but he gave Nami her tattoo and stitched up Zoro’s chest so 5/10 for being partially responsible in universe for two iconic character designs

Marco: Devil. Fruit. Hax. Seen more slapping on temporary (albeit effective) bandaid solutions than truly healing underlying conditions and hasn’t shown himself to be any great specialist or researcher 7/10

Crocus: He’s a doctor and a veterinarian, so he gets bonus points. Couldn’t heal Roger, but kept him alive for his last journey, and is a good enough engineer to hook Laboons stomach up with electric lighting without killing him 8/10

Kureha: If this were based purely on knowledge and expertise she’d win hands down, but we don’t see here treat the range of injuries and illness as some others, and her predatory business practices run the risk of causing real harm to her patients. Don’t through scalpels at your patients while robbing them blind. 10/10 doctor, -100/10 bedside manner

Law: Devil Fruit hax with legitimate medical genius is a dangerous combination in a man who literally steals hearts as a hobby. 10/10 doctor, but there’s a good chance he’ll just murder you instead

Chopper: Protagonist powers, and is the only upper tier doctor who is genuinely altruistic while conducting ground breaking research in the area of manipulating his devil fruit abilities with the power of SCIENCE. He was fifteen years old when he kept Zoro from dying at the end of Thriller Bark and reverse engineered viruses in the middle of a battle as the equivalent as a high school junior. 11/10 doctor, I will be forever mad that Oda never shows more off his efforts keeping these morons alive

Whitebeard’s nurses get a bonus shout out, because as great as he was as a person Edward Newgate was a shit patient and they all had to work in those ridiculous outfits. 15/10 for the lot of of them, I hope he at least paid well

#sarc talks

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thebest-medicine · 7 months

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Day 29: Wake Up!

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C2 Mighty Nein - lee!Caleb

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: Do you like Poly Nein? Polymorph? Sweet couch snuggles? Kitty cats? Please enjoy this Beau Yasha Caleb snuggly fic. [read on AO3]

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Yasha is splayed out on one of the lounge chairs in the tower, Beau curled up against her side, and in her lap a fluffy orange tabby cat purrs quietly.

There was something so soft and sweet about being a cat for a while - Caleb found polymorphing to be a nice (and less direct) way to relax and show his friends physical affection. Plus, the radiating hum of his purring really felt like it had some kind of healing magic of its own. Yasha pets gently down Catleb’s neck and back. He buzzes happily, pressing into her hand. She reaches around to his chin and scritches sweetly. Catleb can’t help but lean into her fingers. A soft snore comes from Beau’s direction, startling the barely conscious cat.

“Ooo, you’re okay.” Yasha comforts him as she brings over the hand that was wrapped around Beau over and starts to scritch at both sides of Catleb’s chin. “You’re such a good boy.” She scrunches her nose and smiles.

One downside to polymorphing is that it sometimes messes with Caleb’s impeccable sense of time. He tends to be more… forgetful with his non-human brain. Tonight is one of those nights, but Catleb and Yasha are oblivious as he purrs loudly and rubs his face into her scritching fingers.

There is a familiar but unexpected whoosh of magic as Catleb returns to his natural form, and Yasha suddenly finds herself with a lap full of lanky human wizard. Beau startles partly awake as his legs kick into her space a bit when the spell ends. “Hey!” She grumbles, startling awake, leaning forward a bit and craning her neck to look at Caleb.

Caleb is smiling blissfully at first, his brain still catching up with the magic. His chin remains in Yasha’s palms, and she grins as she scritches at the skin under his chin like she had been doing a few moments earlier. Caleb shivers, his body relaxing into the couch and Yasha’s soothing touch.

“Aww, look at you, such a good little kitty.” Yasha teases softly. She scratches the top of his head.

Caleb’s keen mind seems to be catching up, Beau notices as his cheeks and ears begin to blush pink.

Caleb tries to back up out of the barbarian’s pleasant touch, worming his way further down the lounge.

“Stop squirming!” Beau hisses. “This things not fucking big enough for three fucking-”

“Aw, but he’s just a little thing, isn’t he, Beau?” Yasha interjects, a fond smile on her face as she reaches out and pulls Caleb closer when he starts to make a move to get up. “Hardly takes up any space.” She squeezes him in a hug around his middle and Caleb squirms, a grin breaking out on his face.

“Hey! Hey, what did I say?” Beau scolds when she gets a face full of Caleb elbow. “I’ll give you something to fucking squirm about.”

Caleb tenses, then, the squirming picks up along with a slight panic in his voice. “Nein, nein- Beauregard, no- wait!”

Yasha pulls him in tighter, smiling sweetly at him. She tucks her head down against his neck and ear, nibbling and peppering small kisses.

“Ahh! Eee- nehehein!” He sputters, flustered blush shining brightly on his face alongside his smile. Just then, he feels two hands wrap purposefully around his waist, just below his ribs on either side, Beauregard.

They’re sleepy and just want to make him squirm and laugh a bit, so both Beau and Yasha have a quiet understanding not to escalate things too far. They don’t want to lose their nap companion - though they had to admit that he did fit into their pile on the lounge much more easily in cat form - they didn’t map out the logistics beforehand, oh well. Improvising works.

“Aww, I wish we could get you to purr when you’re not a cute kitty.” Yasha coos as she tickles down his neck to his collarbone and near the edges of his armpits. “I bet we could. If humans could purr.”

Caleb turns his head away at the teasing. “Hehehe Yasha, ah- Beau!” He laughs, squirms helplessly, pinned to Yasha in a bear hug.

Beau begins pinching softly at his spare ribs, one side then the other, and Caleb wriggles side to side. “You- ahahaha- this is nohohot going to- AH! Ehehehe- going to hehehelp us sleep!”

“Sure it is.” Beau replies.

“Nohohoho it’s not!” Caleb whines.

“Well if you would just stop squirming and kicking at me, maybe we’d stop.” She retorts. “And then we could go back to sleep.”

Yasha jumps in, adding, “Well, I’m not so sure about that actually.” She takes one finger to her chin, pretending to ponder. “You’re just so cute.”

“Nohohohohoho-” Caleb turns redder, trying to hide in Yasha or the cushions. She wiggles her fingers where they lie wrapped around Caleb’s middle. “Hehehe ah- no! St-stahahop it.”

“Heh.” Beau snickers as she pinches her way slowly up his ribs, moving easily around Yasha’s large arms.

Caleb writhes, trapped between them, and starts laughing even harder. Yasha nibbles against his collarbone and he gasps.

“You ready for bed? Or do we need to tire you out more?” Beau asks with a grin - one that Caleb doesn’t see as he has his eyes slammed shut and is currently desperate to bring his chin down to his chest and protect from the soft, quick nibbles and scrape of teeth.

“I- I-” Caleb trails off into laughter. He kicks his legs wildly on the couch. He squeals when Beau pokes into a particularly sensitive rib.

“Alright, alright.” Yasha chuckles softly against his skin.

Their touches turn from tickling to a gentle palm down his sides. Beau’s arms wrap around his middle in a hug, joining Yasha’s. Caleb jumps at first, but then just wriggles a bit into Yasha’s body beneath him while giggling out the last of his leftover laughter.

They try for a few minutes to comfortably fall back into a sleepy state, but it is not unnoticed how much harder it is with three bodies - and one of them being Yasha’s - trying to lounge across this small couch.

Beau yelps when she tries to adjust and nearly falls off the side. “Okay. That’s it. We’re going to bed.”

Yasha and Caleb agree as the three of them head over to the nearest bedroom to continue their sleepy afternoon.

Yasha flops back into the middle and pulls both tiny humans in to her sides. She nuzzles into Caleb’s head and then turns to do the same to Beau, breathing in her hair.

They’re smiling as they start to close their eyes, breath a bit slower, steadier.

Just before they fall asleep for real, Caleb sends a wink Beauregard’s way. “You had better hope I don’t wake up before you.”

Beau snorts.

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undertale-writing-times · 5 months

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How about your grillbys personalities and/ or anyone they can’t get along with.

This is my first time seeing ur fire boys so I’m very curious

Sure! This was fun to write, thank you for the ask :)

Grillby: A quiet monster that does as he is told and nothing more, nothing less. He enjoys working and dislikes it when people try to get out of paying for the stuff that they owe him. (Sans, mostly) He fought in the monster vs. human war and lost a lot of friends during that. He never exactly forgave humans, but he is trying his best to get over his hate for them because he knows that these guys probably don't even remember the war. He's very kind, even if he doesn't act like it at times.

Inferno: Shockingly a lot nicer than he acts, even if he acts like an asshole. He knows that he has to. His bar is a safe zone; nobody is allowed to fight in there, and if they do, they’ll get kicked out and banned. He respects the king and cares for Red; even if he isn’t exactly sure WHY he does, he just does. He makes his own drinks and enjoys seeing people try them for the first time—he likes to see their reactions. Of course he could lose his temper, and if somebody tried anything in his bar, they would see the danger of an out-of-control flame. He, too, fought in the war, but not as you may expect. Inferno was in the healer pack! He only fought when he was forced to.

Hearth: Hearth is a pink fire monster who lives in the ruins! He’s unable to leave, and even if he could, he doesn’t exactly want to. He works with his little flares to sell baked goods to every monster in the ruins! He loves money, hates sharing things, and finds the idea of friendship with other monsters strange… Unlike his counterparts, this one didn’t fight in the war. He’s way too young to have done that! He sometimes gives people things for free, but only once, and he tells them to give out some papers.

Flare: He is a pretty nice fire monster who also lives in the ruins. He hates seeing how everyone is so mad and upset all the time, so he's selling treats that help him feel better! Yeah, they're gonna get you high or drunk. Plus, the food heals a lot! He's a very popular monster in the ruins. A lot of the monsters know that if they tried to fight him, they would have to deal with his anger as well as that of other monsters, so he's normally left alone. Flare enjoys meeting new monsters but dislikes humans because of how they're mostly water. He thinks that that means he would get hurt if he touched them. He's not very smart. (he dislikes the queen a lot because he gets along fairly well with this goat dude who talks about her a lot)

Coal: Coal is a sad fire monster that doesn't get out very often. He has to be around something that would power him up at times, mostly stoves, but sometimes he carries around pieces of coal so he could eat that and be prepared to walk around if he has to leave the house. Because of how low his magic level is, he really can't keep up the big form all that often and normally has to be smaller to save magic levels. He doesn't hate humans for what happened to him, but he regrets having ever met them, and he still believes that monsters should have won that war or that they should have killed Frisk. Coal often looks back on the 'good' times and will share stories with anyone who will listen.

Embers: He dislikes anyone who doesn't eat healthy! He doesn't get why people wouldn't do that when healthy food can taste good and be good for you! He often sells his stuff at a... good price and talks about the health benefits that you would get from it! What he doesn't tell people is that sometimes he likes a few unhealthy foods himself. He'll sneak himself some coal at some points, but he never tells anyone because it embarrasses him a lot. He hates Alpha from all the stories and will try to kill him whenever they see each other. Alpha normally treats it like a joke. King loves Embers food, though! Embers, like the other swaps, didn't fight in the war, even if he did hear about it. He tries to ignore it.

Blaze: He is the one you need to know if you want to know anything going on in the mafia world. He works with food, sure, but every mafia member that is worth their scrap knows him. He knows pretty much everything about everyone and everything, and if you want to know, you'll have to pay him... he's laying on a pretty big pile of gold, but money doesn't really matter too much to him; he is more or less doing this because it interests him. Nobody really knows anything about Blaze; they just know that he knows stuff, and you don't want to get on his bad side...

Phoenix: He changes with his emotions! All of his colors, I mean. He is very colorful, and everyone loves his ice cream as well as seeing what pretty color he would be that day. He's very shy and quiet and dislikes too much attention on himself, so it's embarrassing lol. He makes his own ice cream with his own secrets! Like Dark Matter Double Chocolate, Meteor Shower Marshmallow, Cosmic Cotton Candy Cloud, or even his favorite Orion's Orange Dream. A strange thing about him is that he's not hot; he's very cold! That's why the ice cream doesn't melt when he's around it, and instead of getting hotter when he's mad, he gets even colder. It can be very dangerous if you're not careful!

Flash: Flash is a kind, caring fire monster who loves to help take care of animals and plants. He sells mostly seeds and feed for the animals that you need to take care of. He'll help you pick what's best for your animals, all while making jokes. He loves puns, and that's why he and Corn get along so well! Course Flash does dislike some stuff, and it's normally when people try to get a deal outta him. He feels like it's such an asshole thing to do to bug him about getting a deal instead of just buying the feed for your animals. Sometimes, if you have a good reason, he'll give you a nice deal, but only if you have a good reason.

Pyre: Just like Coal, Pyre cannot get too far away from things that would heat him up and give him power. Because of that, whenever he doesn't want to leave the house, he's often found in the stove with it on to heat him up. It helps a bit, and he's waiting for the day that he can be fixed! They're all looking for a way to give him some extra magic, even if they don't have a lot to spare themselves. Even with that, Pyre isn't the meanest monster. I mean, sometimes he can be rude, but that's just because he's hurting. He enjoys when people stop to talk to him, even if he doesn't act like it.

Lava: Lava is passionate and fiery, even if sometimes he doesn't act like it. He's full of intense emotions that he cannot show all the time. He's very adventurous and loves to seek new experiences! Even sometimes leaving his underwater volcano home... even if sometimes he leaves, he's very protective of the place that he calls his own and refuses to let most others get close unless he feels like he can trust them... he has a strange mysterious aura around him since, well, not many people know of him at all! Not a lot of creatures can get near the heat of the lava, so he's normally left alone.

Asmodeus: He knows that he's a very pretty and attractive monster. Fire monsters are rare, and a lot of the others think that he would be a perfect fuck buddy, but what they don't know is that he doesn't like doing it! Not at all. He's more or less the owner of the dancing club where people come to watch or to dance. He protects his dancers no matter what, and he will throw people out if he thinks that they're getting out of hand. Love doesn't interest him at all, and he thinks the idea of it is stupid... Now, does he really think that, or is it something he's telling himself? Who knows... Not even he does, honestly. He and Lover get along really well! More often than not, they spend more time with each other than any other monster duo. A lot of people think they're fuck buddies, though, funnily enough, they really aren't. They just... chat.

#undertale alternate universe #undertale alternate timeline #undertale ask blog #undertale au #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #Grillby #Grillby AU #Grillby AUs #Thank you for the ask!#answered #undertale #horrortale #underfell #underswap #horrorfell #Fellswap #Swapfell

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hi it’s almost 2am but I can’t stop thinking about this so here’s how I think the (romanceable) bg3 companions would cuddle with someone at night. feel free to imagine your tav/durge in these scenarios and kick your feet about it.

Wyll:

he likes to sleep on his back (one arm behind his head propping him up, very attractive, gentlemanly) while you use his chest as a pillow. he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulders, use that hand to rub your back, stroke your hair, and generally dote on you as he literally whispers poetry to you or even sings you to sleep. type of guy to admire your bleary-eyed face when you wake up and say “good morning, sleeping beauty”.

Halsin:

okay you’re getting one of two things here. either you get spooned from behind in the world’s biggest, strongest bear hug ever, (and yes your ass is pulled FLUSH with his hips), or you’re getting a much more literal bear hug and you get to use his sleeping cave bear form as a fluffy heated pillow. either way, you are going to feel the absolute warmest and safest you ever have in your life. the only downside is that he DOES snore and it IS the loudest noise in the entire world.

Lae’zel:

she refuses to participate in such an undignified activity as “cuddling”, but she WILL protectively sit by you and keep watch as you sleep. half of it is truly her way of showing love by looking out for you while you’re vulnerable, and the other half is secretly an excuse to freely admire your face and form without feeling the need to hide it. (she’s a sweetheart <3).

Gale:

this isn’t even that related to the cuddling but the very first thing on my mind is GALE. READING. TO. YOU. oh boy it’s happening whether you want it or not. he’s either reading a book, telling a story, or extensively infodumping on whatever random topic has hooked him that night. plus, he loves listening when you do the same thing in return! as far as actual cuddling goes, I picture him being either similar to Wyll - sort of on his back and letting you use him as a pillow - OR lying with his head in your lap, letting you pet his hair like he’s a tressym cat, happily listening to you talk until you both fall asleep. he also snores, and though it isn’t nearly as loud as Halsin, you SWEAR you have literally heard him go “snork mimimi” but nobody in camp believes you.

Shadowheart:

sometimes teases you about cuddling but actually thinks you’re so fucking adorable for it and truly enjoys cuddling you. tbh I don’t really have any strong ideas about her actual cuddling style but I can imagine her being open to most things, especially face to face type cuddling where you just gaze into each other’s eyes and snuggle up close. she often likes to make cuddling flirty, wrapping an arm around your waist and confidently pulling you closer until you’re within kissing range….

Karlach:

pre-engine fix? DESPERATELY wants to cuddle you. oh my god she wants to spoon you so fucking bad. she is practically weeping because she can’t cuddle you. instead she’ll settle for just being your personal proximity space heater until she can actually touch you. when that day finally comes though? absolute snuggle bug. all over you. LOVES spooning, especially engulfing you in her arms as a crushing big spoon, but she will love to cuddle in any way you please. on the rare occasion she acts as the little spoon, she’ll cuddle Clive while you cuddle her <3.

Astarion:

full-on cuddling can be a little too much for him (especially when it’s not centered around sex), but what he does like to do is just… lie very close together, facing each other. just waking up and seeing you resting across from him does wonders to reassure and soothe him during his sleepless nights. and if sometimes, after he jolts awake from a nightmare, if his hand should dart out to squeeze yours, well…. you never comment on your entangled fingers in the morning. (also, in a world where he’s almost fully healed and deeply comfortable, he’s a little spoon <3).

I would do Minthara but I’m ngl I have not done a playthrough with miss girl yet so I don’t know enough about her </3 if anyone has ideas for her tho feel free to drop them I’d love to hear it!! I feel like she would be similar to Lae’zel but idk….

also if anyone wants to hear ideas about any non-companion or non-romanceable homies I’d be happy to share my thoughts I love thinking about cuddle headcanons :)))

#*squeezes a glass bottle so hard in my fist I shatter it* I LOVE CUDDLING HEADCANONS #LARIAN LET ME CUDDLE MY PARTNER PLEASEEEEEE #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3

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If a friend ever says let’s jump off a building…. Ignore them. Danny did not enjoy it this time. 0 out of 10 stars. Would not do as human again. Now as a ghost, it’s a grand time. Even if he’s just being chucked off a roof it's fun. Skulker isn’t even alone when it comes to chucking him off before. It was common day practice. Just not as human.

Fleeing from the contaminated was becoming too much of a norm. There had now been three people out of the four he’s interacted with that were death/ecto touched. Gotham must like to hold on to her citizens. That or the nightlife here is a lot more lethal than in Amity. It wasn’t permanent back home; they were already dead. Here the living just seemed to have death latched to them.

Robin had been touched by death itself. Not even Sam, Tucker, or Jazz set his ghost sense off. Maybe it's because of the corrupt ectoplasma. Could it have just lingered? No matter how the ectoplasma stuck to him it did. Nightwing even less so than Robin. Neither was comparable to red.

He probably should have heard them out. Then again, they shouldn’t have snuck up on him. They made him panic. The fault is on them. Besides, the whole government is probably after him. Why risk talking to them? Legally he is non-sentient. The two also cost him one of his favorite sweatshirts. It was still crumpled up on the roof. It would have been useable after he washed the blood off it.

Gotham was a cruel place. He didn’t care what Lady Gotham said. This place was not safe. His run-in with two vigilantes and some guy in a red mask. Plus, he’s already re-injured himself. Was it technically his own fault yes. That’s beside the point. It all just points to this place not working out for him.

Being able to freely use his powers was not worth it. Regardless of the powers being hidden, he couldn’t even use them.

Calling his powers had his whole body starting to tingle. Slowly zapping away his strength. Only then to have pain shoot through him until he called them off. Just like when John Fenton nightingale had him surrounded by blood blossoms. When he had been forced to the ground and completely immobile. Those flowers when he was a ghost nearly killed him.

As time was going on it was getting worse. The journey to Gotham is a tad fuzzy, but he could maintain his form for longer than five minutes. Now he could hardly use them. Lady Gotham may fully hide his signature; his belt would work just fine without his powers.

Agent K or O he thinks said they injected him with some blood blossoms. Until he healed it may be best to stop using them altogether.

The so-called “safety” the city offered didn’t matter; he is currently hiding in the sewers. Which had the most ectoplasma in an enclosed space he has ever been in. The Fenton portal let less out than what was here. Death is half of his identity, but this is ridiculous.

He’s been walking around aimlessly for who knows how long. Wherever he pops up the two reasons he jumped off a roof should be long gone.

This city lacked safety precautions. The sewers back home were harder to get out of and he didn’t have to deal with vigilantes. You’d think they’d monitor the sewers. It’s a good place to hide out.

Time to find someplace to get some coffee and food. He money he could spend. Danny could figure out where to go next at the café.

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Dick was busy lecturing Damian on not leaving the manor. His little stunt as Robin was not going over well. Danny was most likely a meta. That kind of disappearing act would be nearly impossible for a human. Perhaps the shadow that consumed him was a part of that. Possibly a type of teleportation. Dick had also grabbed a sweatshirt that had dried blood. Danny had to be seriously injured.

Tim had already done a complete breakdown of the acts. He highlighted every instant that goes against the metahuman protection. Only to then be kicked out of the Batcave. Being told to go to bed. Which was ridiculous. There was so much more to this. He had no solid answers, minus the acts needing to be overturned. The more info they investigate the more problems pop up. Stripping an entire species of their rights had to be an intergalactic crime. If this didn’t get handled the lanterns would end up involved. Of course, the United States had to mess around. Time for them to find out.

To keep up he needs his coffee. Once Bruce, Steph, and Cass get back he’d be ready to go through the data they’ll be bringing. Time for operation get caffeine. It was his turn to ditch the unlawful grounding. He was an adult. Just a quick in-and-out mission. No one would even be aware.

A trip to the Traffic Light Café. Get his coffee and be back within the hour.

Tim had to make a choice. Tell everyone he snuck out and had eyes on Danny. Then receive a lecture much like Damian. Or he could approach Danny and make contact as a civilian. No need to inform them. The whole jumping off a roof to avoid them makes him think they won’t make much progress as vigilantes. Tim just had to talk them up. Hopefully making Danny less inclined to run.

Duke was closer in age and may be able to be more effective. Then again Tim could at least get a head start at the whole were not bad people thing. Multiple people talking them up would do wonders. If he continued to run off no one would benefit. Danny needed help and likely medical attention.

Upon entering the café Danny seemed to shiver and then look directly at him. It could be explained by the bell on the door. Tim didn’t think that was the case. Danny had to have sensed him. Without the full story of the roof incident what he did hear was how Danny essentially woke up as soon as Dick had him in his sight.

He didn’t immediately bolt when Tim got in line behind him. Now all he had to do was not mess this up.

#dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fanfic #phanfic #danny fenton #little transitonal chapter #run ghost run

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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year

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So weird/funny idea. What if Dual trip kinda. Keeps happening in the rest of the parts? Like, Part 4 would be pretty similar to your Hidden In Plain Sight AU just with Yukako being more stable so that Koichi has an actual Squad before he meets Rohan, and they both go after Kira for different reasons—Koichi's group of him, Yukako, and Rohan being guided by Reimi; and Josuke's group of himself, Okuyasu, and Jotaro going after him because he killed/hospitalized Shigechi.

Part 5 features Giorno doing a lot of Accidental Kidnapping/Recruiting. Koichi is one thing, but then, before he even officially joins Bruno's group he accidentally convinces Trish that he's her Mafia escort (or straight up accidentally kidnaps her) and now they're on the run. This ends up in a 4-way battle between Giorno and his ragtag group, Bucciarati's gang, La Squadra, and the lower level grunts who are fighting for their own reasons, mainly recognition from the boss. (Giorno probably Charismas a few to his side, because he's Giorno. Possibly including Sheila E from Purple Haze Distortion.)

As for Bruno's gang, Abbachio is in the same situation Joseph was in, his stand constantly giving him the Worst Possible Moments, except this time with the added benefit of Giorno somehow always looking good; Fugo leaves Bucciarati's group just to immediately get dragged into Giorno's (unwillingly); Bruno is wondering what the hell Giorno did to have things go this far off the rails thIS WAS NOT THE PLAN, and Mista and Narancia are just constantly Out Of The Loop.

I don't even know what the divisions are for Stone Ocean. Maybe Jolyne fighting for Jotaro with Foof and Anasui, and Ermes, Weather, and Emporio teaming up and getting into trouble for their own individual goals which only partially involves fricking Pucci over.

Bonus: Iggy is still serving the same role of go-between in each part. Average age for dogs be damned.

OOOOOOOOOOOO THAT’S FUN AND CHAOTIC

What if this time Yukako and Koichi have been friends for a while, perhaps they met before her crush developed into the obsessive level as canon. And their side of the plot kicks off when one day soon after their first day of high school, the both of them get shot by Keicho when they’re walking home. Yukako was doing fine, but Koichi..... not so much. And as Yukako’s running to get him to a hospital, what if they accidentally run into Josuke along the way and he subtly heals Koichi in a way to ensure his injuries wouldn’t be lethal or cause any long term consequences. This also ends up being what cues Josuke in on who’s making all these enemy Stand Users so he and Jotaro can go deal with it, getting Okuyasu onto their team

and I also had a fun idea for how Centipede Shoes could go. I’m not sure about how exactly to get there, but when Koichi goes to call for help, he wouldn’t be able to call Josuke. Instead, he ends up calling Rohan, who immediately starts panicking upon seeing Koichi’s body because he can’t heal. So in what was a VERY desperate bid for Koichi’s survival, he wrote something like “Koichi Hirose will survive his fight with the killer” and immediately started hauling ass to the hospital praying it would work

And Part 5....... oh god that’s going to be absolutely insane. What if Koichi’s reason for sticking around at first is “hhhhhh I can’t leave this 15 year old by himself, I remember what being 15 as a Stand User was like-”, plus he was a tad worried about Giorno’s living situation because of how..... alone and impersonal his room was, so his plan was to stick close to Naples and periodically check in. But what if Mr.Pericolo and Trish were in Naples at least for a little bit, and well..... seeing a very uncomfortable 15 year old girl with a man who’s clearly Mafia isn’t going to look very good, especially without the context of the situation

So what if in the middle of Polpo’s test, Giorno offers to help, yoinks her, and brings her back to his dorm at which Koichi shows up and it’s revealed that Trish is the Boss’s daughter..... but before Gio can think about how he could possibly use this.... what if Koichi ends up bringing up the possibility of her father having less than innocent intentions.

After all, Koichi is very familiar with people like Diavlo who will do anything and everything to keep their secrets. How they will murder, tear apart families, even kill children to stay hidden. How loose threads are cut and burned before they can pose any threat without hesitation, and that a mysterious daughter he hadn’t known about is one huge thread. He brings up the inconsistencies in this story, that if her father wanted to meet her so badly, why hadn’t he sent so much as a note or reassurance of her safety? Why has he just been dragging her all around Italy without even asking her about……. anything???

He doesn’t want to scare them but..... he also doesn’t want anyone getting "dealt with” like he nearly was. And besides, even if the man’s intentions weren’t murder, this was still really shitty behavior, especially since Trish has exactly ZERO desire to meet her father

So he asks Trish. That if she could make any choice right now, regardless of the consequences or danger, what would she want to do?

And this catches her off guard. These past few weeks Trish had gotten used to being treated as something important, but mostly inatimate. She was dragged from one place to another without so much as a glance in her direction, with people walking on eggshells around her, treating her as though she were the most fragile of glass but also the most dangerous of weapons that could end them in an instant

So she’s honest. She tells him she doesn’t want to meet her father, that she doesn’t want anything to do with this. Not with her father, not with Passione, none of it

So Koichi agrees without hesitation. He calls Jotaro and updates him on the development and plans with the kids on what to do next

And for a second Giorno’s a tad..... stuck. Without knowing it, he’d accidentally made things so much easier and infinitely more complicated. There’s no going back from this, he’d already taken Trish and even if he did try returning her, that was just asking to get killed. This was in no way, shape or form his plan, but he more or less has to go with it lest he accept defeat

of course, the second the three of them cross paths with the Bucci Gang, Bucciarati nearly blows both their covered because Giorno what the fuck-

And wow, Koichi’s really out here collecting kiddos like Pokemon cards isn’t he

(also unrelated from the rest of this but I think that while they’re on the run, Koichi should be allowed to be terrifying with Echoes. As a treat. After all we’ve seen just how much damage all the Acts can cause, and Act 1 especially can really fuck with someone’s mental state)

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can I request Norton, Luca, Edgar, and Naib (if it's too much you can deduct anyone just not Norton pls :,) with an s/o who kind of hides her emotions with a joking mask and bottles up her emotions? Like say she fails a calibration when coding with them and she mentally scolds herself then just laughs it off as if shes not degrading herself mentally. So like one day in a match when y/n gets downed and it's her last chair, she just sorta let's her frustration out (i mean like kicking, punching, and pulling Antonio's hair.. #saveantonio2022) while she sobbing her eyes out. Like homegirl doesnt even realize that she broke free from the balloon kind of sobbing her eyes out 😭

sorry if this is too specific or doesnt make sense :( english isnt my first language so I heavily apologize

ଘ♡﹒ॱ˖ ﹆i am so sorry but I couldn’t make naib cause it was too much for me I’m sorry again , I am happy that someone requested for Edgar since no one writes for him atm.

ଘ♡﹒ॱ˖ ﹆ But please take a note everyone: I need to know if the characters are separated or not, and I need to know if it’s an one shot or scenarios . Please keep that in mind because if this happens again , I have to ignore the request. But if you saw your mistake you can ask again but this time of the characters are together or separated, oneshot or scenarios. Thank you for your attention!!

Tw for the Edgar part: reader having a breakdown Oh and also! I made 3 different y/n if that’s okay! AND! I wanted to draw you guys something too becuase i havent posted a fic in months plus i passed my exam!! (shoutout to the person in my inbox that said gl in school , ily and tysm)

Norton, Luca and Edgar with a FEM!! s/o that bottles up her emotions

Norton

You are decoding in arms factory. It isn’t that cold nor that hot outside. But it’s always foggy. You didn’t really liked it because there was a lot of dust and you sneeze sometimes out of the blue.

As you are trying to focus on the 3rd cipher, one popped meaning that there are 2 ciphers remaining. You were looking from time to time around you if the hunter is coming but no sign. You sighed nervously but as you got distracted you missed a calibration. When survivors miss a calibrations the machine shocks you , which you hiss in pain. It hurts your hands for 10 seconds but the pain doesn’t last forever. You got frustrated from the pain in your hands , holding them shaking.

,,I HATE YOU I HATE YOU STUPID MACHINE’’ you kicked the machine hard enough to send another shock to your leg. You fell backwards and started tearing up. ,,WHY MEE!!’’ You screamed.

Your heartbeat started to raise, meaning that the hunter is near.

You stopped moving as you realised what did you do. It was like the colour of your skin colour fell (like in the cartoons, by the way I don’t want to sound racist, please type down in the chat if it made you guys uncomfortable, I will immediately delete it). If you didn’t make a circus it wouldn’t have happened.

,,I am such a fool, I am such a fool…’’ you were muttering under your breath as you got up.

,,The hunter is near me!’’ You screamed while trying to kite The Violinist.

It’s been a minute since you kited Antonio. But you got hit when you dropped a pallet. One more hit an you’re down.

After 10 seconds you got downed again,

Cipher Machine Progress: 67% 1 cipher(s) left.

The cipher has reached the half of the decoding which is good.

Still trying to heal on the floor ,Antonio tied you in balloons. You started struggling aggressively, screaming, crying , trying to hit Antonio. You pulled his hair which he groaned in pain and dropped you on the floor.

A magnet was thrown in front of Antonio.

‘Oh for-’ Antonio said to himself before getting stunned at a object.

He got stunned for 3-4 seconds until started chasing you again, you were sobbing .

,,Cipher machine primed!!!’’

,,Holy moly Y/N are you okay. What was that from you..?? You aren’t like that!!’’ Norton asked body blocking you, then threw a magnet again at the hunter to keep some distance. He accidentally used the magnet that attaches you and he got hit.

He groaned in pain.

,,I’m sorry’’

You were with watery eyes , and embarrassed.

You started to hiccup while running.

You tripped and fell on your face.

,,Focus in decoding!!!’’ Screamed Norton on top of his lungs.

The alarm went on signalling that the gates can be opened. The sound of the alarms startled you, you quickly got up furiously and started running. Norton stopped bodyblocking you and went to the opposite way where the other gate was, muttering guilty ‘sorry..’ . He couldn’t help you because he was out of magnets.

Still running for your life you couldn’t even tell your teammates that Antonio had detention.

He hit you really hard on the head.

,,Owwww’’ you cried in pain.

Antonio tied you , and placed you on a rocket chair aggressively. You could’ve tell that he was really mad at you,

He used teleport and hit Norton right away, leaving Martha to run away.

She ran to the other side of the map and rescued you.

She grabbed your shaky hand and went to the gate.

,,Jesus Y/N what were those screams.’’

She asked.

Your cheeks went red from embarrassment.

,,I uhm.. I don’t know…’’ you couldn’t really speak, because of those screams you let out.

,,Uh huh.. whatever let’s get out of here , he’s coming’’

You both got out leaving you with a tie.

Antonio walked out silent. Oh he was mad.

Suddenly big and strong hands wrapped around you.

,,Y/N!! What happened love? You didn’t answer while I was body blocking you!’’

It was Norton.

You blushed.

,,I .. uhh. I can’t talk right now.. I feel like I have no voice..’’

You tried to talk but you whispered, soon you relaxed in his arms.

He stared you while he was hugging you and chuckled.

,,Okay you will explain to me later, alright?’’ You nodded.

He chuckled again and kissed you on the forehead.

Luca

Luca was humming while working on his new invention. He was focused , until the machine exploded in his face , leaving black dust on his face.. O shit the wall.. There was dust everywhere. Luca started coughing , got up quickly from his seat and opened the windows still coughing. From the manor you could see a black dust getting out of Lucas window. Naib went inside the room without knocking.

,,What happened???????’’ He shouted.

,,Calm down Naib, my machine exploded.’’

Naib sighed annoyed.

,,If it exploded, your face could’ve burned by now.’’

Luca shrugged.

,,I dunno , guess I am lucky this time’’

Naib glared at him.

,,Next time be careful’’ Then he slammed the door shut. One of the vases Luca had on the counter slipped from Naib closing the door aggressively and broke into pieces.

,,Oh come on…’’ Luca groaned in annoyance. He got up and started picking the pieces carefully. But he remembered that he was with gloves so he gathered them into a handful and threw them into the bin in the corner of his room. He then remembered about his little machine and took a look of it.

It was completely shattered and dusty.

He groaned. This was the 2nd time now happening.

As he got up again from his seat ,he felt his body weak . Everything went black for a few seconds until everything was back to normal. He felt his head in pain too.

Low iron.

,,Uhhh….’’ He groaned.

He got out of his room and headed downstairs.

,,I’m sorry..’’

Luca stopped walking and peeked to see what was happening.

,,I DONT CARE IF YOURE HURT, I AM SICK YOU DOING THIS OVER AND OVER WOODS , LEAVE ME ALONE.’’

,,Please Y/N calm down! I don’t want the whole manor to hear you yelling…’’

,,OH YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN?? YOU WONT STOP BLABBING THE SAME THING SINCE I GOT HERE’’

,,What is going on??’’ Ada came to break the drama.

,,None of your business Mesmer.’’ Then Y/N walked away sobbing.

,,Wow.’’ Luca muttered under his breath.

,,Oh you’re here to hear what’s going on too?’’ Mike appeared behind him, startling him.

,,Oh jeez Michael you scared me..’’ Luca called his name mockingly.

Mike rolled his eyes in annoyance.

,,Whatever.’’ He was about to leave until Luca asked him.

,,Uh Mike question. Why was Y/N so mad?’’

He blinked a few times processing the question in his head.

,,….Oh that uhh.. Honestly I don’t know, but I have heard rumours from Emily that Emma acts a bit uhm.. How do I say this… weird..?..’’

,,Huh but isn’t Emma one of the happiest and cheerful here?’’

,,Yeah yeah but , as much as I heard about her. She’s just a weird fella you know?’’

Luca stayed silent.

,,She kind of … has an obsession.’’

,,Oh’’ Luca muttered.

,,Yeah…. Well uhh see you around.’’

Then Mike left.

,,Obsession..?’’

Luca walked upstairs and went to his room.

,,If it’s really an obsession then I really feel bad for Y/N..’’ he looked around his room sadly , talking to himself.

Hours have passed and Luca got out of his room again with a tired gaze.

,,Wait why am I out..??…… Oh yeah!’’

He walked downstairs and went to the kitchen to grab some food. As he did that he went to the table and sat with the others to eat.

As he was eating he saw Y/N , looking at her plate blankly. She had bags under her eyes.

Luca felt guilty.

He ate quickly his meal , got up from his seat and went to the little kitchen the manor shared , to wash his plate.

After that he went to Y/N seat.

,,Meet me outside when you’re finished eating’’ Luca said grinning.

You gave him a confused look still trying to process what he said.

You ate one more bite quickly and went to the kitchen to wash your plate.

You got out to the manors yard. It was a little cold but it was still nice. There were few people outside which you didn’t mind.

From afar you could see Luca, and Emma…

Your eyes widened when you saw her and hid behind the grave keeper quickly. He flinched and looked back at you confused and nervous as always.

,,Erm miss Y/N..? What are you doing.?

,,Andrew please do me a favour. Can I stay behind you please?’’ She said nervously.

He looked at you confused but nodded and got back to digging some eaten flowers by bugs.

Luca saw you hiding behind Andrew , him giving him a weird look.

Luca got the message quickly when he saw Emma waiting.

He approached her.

,,Hello Emma, waiting for someone?’’

She looked at him and smiled nervously.

,,Yeah uhm.. I am waiting for someone..’’

,,Who?’’

,,…. Y/N…’’

‘Aha’

,,I think that she went up to her room , why are you waiting for her to appear?’’

,,I have to tell her something..’’ she was playing with her gloves.

,,Huh but I think that Emily wants to tell you something, she told me to meet her after dinner, why won’t you check on her?’’ Luca said smiling.

,,Emily?! My angel! Thank you Luca!’’ She ran off.

Luca sighed and looked at Andrew nodding his head to tell him that everything is okay.

Andrew looked back at you.

You were shaking.

,,Um…. Y/N..? I-I think that nothing bad is going to happen..’’

You were looking around the garden and sighed in relief that Woods wasn’t here.

Then you looked at Luca waiting for you.

,,Thank you Andrew so much, and I am sorry for the discomfort I caused you.’’

You spoke embarrassed.

Andrew muttered a ‘no problem’ and got back to work.

You walked when Luca was and greeted him.

,,Hey Luca , you wanted to meet here , correct?’’

He nodded shyly.

,,Yeah..’’

,,Is there something we need to talk..?’’ You asked him tiredly.

,,I umm,. Uh… Please don’t get mad at me I heard you arguing with Emma and-‘’

,,You did????’’ Your eyes widened and your cheeks started to heat up from embarrassment.

,,Yeah but don’t worry about that.. I umm.. I know that this sounds stupid but I felt bad for you and I wanted the two of us to talk what’s bothering you.. Do you bottle up your emotions? Cause I see you mostly calm and today I was shocked’’ He chuckled awkwardly

,,…. I.. don’t really know..’’ you said quietly.

‘I messed that up didn’t i.’ He thought.

,,It’s just that Emma makes me uncomfortable.. She says weird stuff , like how we will be together forever , that she won’t leave my sight.. i thought it was normal and supportive, but this continued for 2 years and I am sick of her saying the same things over and over again.. it’s … weird. You just have to do something about it.. you can’t just keep your mouth shut..’’

Luca nodded , listening to you very carefully.

,,I am so sorry for today..’’ you chuckled tiredly.

Luca hugged you.

You flinched at his touch but relaxed, it was like you were protected.. You felt.. safe..

,,Don’t worry, from now on i will make sure Emma isn’t bothering you, alright?’’ He said softly, and smiled.

You nodded and smiled back.

Your body relaxed in his arms.

,,Thank you Luca’’ you blushed.

Edgar

You were walking fast to your room , but accidentally bumped into someone.

,,I am so sorry!!.. Oh Edgar my apologies!’’ You said nervously.

He scoffed at you.

,,Watch where are you going.’’

Then he left, walking downstairs.

He didn’t even offer you a hand? How rude of him! You got up quickly, and dust yourself off , heading to your room. It was next to ‘The Coordinator’ and ‘The Postman’. You searched for your key in your pockets and found it. You unlocked your door and went inside, then closed the door and locked it.

Y/N laid on her bed tiredly from all those matches , and from all the people she had to listen to, observing , saying bad stuff, but you have to say things back, right? You can’t really. They just tell you bad things in front of you , they don’t even care what are they saying! You can’t fight back. But you have to. It sounds easy, but you just freeze and let the words hit you like a train (LMAO WHAT😭). It’s tiring.

,,Let’s just sleep for now, I will see what’s gonna happen next..’’ you said to yourself tiredly. Then your eyes closed, the warm and not so soft bed relaxing your body.

zzz..

zzzz..

Suddenly a soft knock was heard from outside her door.

,,Umm Y/N..?’’ Whose voice was that?

You opened your eyes slightly and groaned.

The person outside heard her groan and started speaking nervously.

,,I umm.. Im sorry for disturbing you Y/N… But uhh.. It’s your turn to wash the dining’s tablecloth.. It sounds silly but today is Sunday remember..?’’

Oh yeah Sunday… The day where everyone has to keep the manor clean - washing , sweeping the leaves in the garden’s floor, washing the dishes.. It’s annoying.

Y/N recognised that voice.

She got up from her bed quickly and unlocked the door revealing Annie with a nervous smile on her face. She knew it was annoying.

,,Thank you Annie.’’ You said.

,,Hey, since I have already washed the carpet in the kitchen and it’s drying outside , can I help you with washing the tablecloth?’’ She offered kindly. She was such a sweet person.

,,Why not.’’ You answered and smiled.

Her nervous smile turned to a happy and calm one. She grabbed your hand , which you flinched from her sudden touch.

,,Come on! Let’s go!’’ She said happily and started to walk fast with you like a 7 year old who just saw an ice cream truck.

You giggled and followed her from behind.

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Annie sighed tiredly.

,,Who! I feel tired..’’ she said with a grin.

You chuckled. ,,Of course you feel tired silly, you washed the kitchen’s carpet which is really big and now the tablecloth.’’ You smiled and she giggled.

,,Well let’s put the tablecloth outside! You hold the other side and I will hold this side.. but we need one more person..’’

Edgar appeared from one of the rooms. ,,Need help?’’

,,Oh Edgar! It’s nice seeing you! And yes, please. Me and Y/N were just talking how we needed a third person!’’ She giggled.

Edgar turned his head towards you, with a blank face which you blushed a little and avoided eye contact.

He smiled a little and turned back to Annie.

,,Of course, what am I supposed to do?’’ He asked.

,,Just hold this side and me and Y/N will hold the other two.’’

,,Alright’’ the three of you were going outside with the big tablecloth - Edgar holds the middle part of the table cloth , and you and Annie the other two.

The three of you place it outside to dry with the other.

You feel tired again.

,,Thanks Annie and Edgar.. I will go now..’’ you yawned and waved at them. You didn’t look back because you were tired. AGAIN. Seriously?

You laid again on your bed tiredly and closed your eyes.

It was like your bed was the only comfort place where you can escape the problems.

Safe place..

You cant sleep.. its hard but you just close your eyes..

MAP: Arms Factory

4 Cipher(s) left

,,My head hurts..’’ you said to yourself while decoding.

You aren’t paying attention to perfumer being chaired near you.

You didn’t know.

You were done with the cipher and she flew back to the manor.

,,Huh? Why no one rescued her..?’’

You were too tired to think.

2 Cipher(s) left

,,Y/N you idiot!’’ Suddenly you heard Edgar from behind you. He was mad.

,,Why didn’t you rescue Perfumer?? She was near you wasn’t she!!’’ He was talking too loud..

,,Shut up please..’’

,,Oh you want me to shut up?? This isn’t a kids game Y/N , we have to have each others back. And what were you doing? I bet you didn’t do ANYTHIIING!!!’’

,,JUST SHUT UP VALDEN’’

His eyes widened and furrowed his brows.

,,How dare you speak to me like that???!’’

,,SHUT UP HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THIS EDGAR, HOW MANY??? I AM SICK OF EVERYONE HERE , I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I WISHED I DIDNT HAVE FATIGUE SYNDROME!! ITS ALWAYS ME RIGHT?? IF I DIDNT HAVE IT MAYBE YOU GUYS WOULD BE PROUD OF ME, BUT NOO!! I AM TIRED EDGAR YOURE LIKE THE OTHERS’’ You were breaking down.

He stared at you shocked and speechless.

,,Leave me alone..’’ you sobbed.

Wasn’t he supposed to not care?

Deep inside him felt guilt.

,,I… Didn’t know you had fatigue syndrome.. I’m sorry’’ he sat in front of you and gave you a tight hug.

,,You are tired. I am so sorry.’’ He muttered.

,,I’m sorry…’’ he said again.

You couldn’t say anything. It was too much. Everything was too much.

You cried in his arms.

,,You can rest.. I am here.’’ He said softly.

,,The match?-‘’

,,I said rest.’’ He scooped you closer protectively.

for those of you who dont know what fatigue syndrome is , its when a person has difficulty thinking, problems sleeping, sore throat, headaches, feeling dizzy, or severe tiredness.

Please keep that in mind i am not mocking it in my fic.

Thank you for requesting and reading! See you in the next fic.

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m1ckeyb3rry · 9 months

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Pomegranate Ink: VII

Series Synopsis: Unable to heal but willing to fight, with a fiancé in Kyoto and a last name that looms over everything you do, you accept an offer to study at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. What you did not know was that your salvation and your ruination alike would soon join you at the school, neatly wrapped in the form of a boy followed by death.

Chapter Synopsis: Maki and Tullia find out about your feelings and offer advice. A trip to Kyoto yields a confession of the sort you were not prepared to give.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 6.0k

Content Warnings: angst, misogyny, naoya zenin, forbidden relationships, canon-typical violence, character death, original characters included

A/N: feel free to let me know if the pacing sucks i’m sorry

Ever since your conversation with Toge, you had been jumpy around Yuta, running away whenever he tried to talk to you, words clipped and any attempts on his part to spend time with you quickly rebuffed. It was all too much to process, and you did not understand how to, so you just avoided the situation entirely. He gave up trying to be with you rather quickly, leaving you to cling to Maki and pretend like you couldn’t feel his kicked-puppy gaze from across the room.

It got to the point where even Maki and Tullia realized something was up. They cornered you one day after class, when Toge and Panda had taken Yuta to buy some ice cream to cheer him up. Toge must’ve known the reason behind your odd behavior and did not question it, though when you looked closer, his violet eyes reflected a sort of quiet sadness at the turn of events.

“So, what’s up with you?” Tullia said, crossing her arms.

“This feels like an intervention,” you said nervously.

“It is,” Maki informed you. “Everyone’s vibes are off lately, and I think you have something to do with it. Yuta constantly looks like he’s going to cry — even more than he used to, that is, and Toge seems pretty concerned about something, although he refuses to tell either of us what’s wrong. Panda’s in on it, too, he keeps glancing over at you and sighing, so Tullia and I feel a little left out!”

“Yuta…looks like he’s going to cry?” you said. That hadn’t been your intention; you didn’t want to hurt him. Actually, it was somewhat the opposite — you were subconsciously distancing yourself from him to avoid ruining things between you both.

“Rejection does that to a person,” Tullia said. “That’s what this is, isn’t it? You found out he likes you and had to let him down gently, and now things are awkward.”

“Uh, you’re a little off the mark,” you said. “He likes me?”

“Are you actually dumb? Of course he likes you,” Maki said. You buried your face in your hands. Yuta liking you — it had never even crossed your mind that he might feel the same as you did. This complicated things so much that it made your head spin. Before, it had been alright that you liked him, because at least there was no chance of anything happening outside of your silly little daydreams. But if Maki and Tullia were right, then there was a possibility.

“Oh, no,” you groaned.

“I don’t think he’ll make a move,” Tullia assured you.

“That’s not the problem!” you said. “That’s not why I’m avoiding him! It’s just that — it’s just that —”

“What? It can’t be anything too bad,” Maki said. “We’re your best friends, you can tell us whatever it is. You know I have no loyalty to anyone but you.”

“And I’m American!” Tullia piped in cheerfully.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Maki said.

“I have no idea how any of this clan politics stuff works. You’re my first friend in this entire country; of course I’m not going to judge you or rat you out or anything. Plus, guaranteed I’ve heard worse — I knew this one dude at my old school with a massive foot fetish. It’s not that you have a foot fetish, right? Anything else, I can handle,” she said.

“Yuta,” you said, looking through your fingers at them. “I…like Yuta.”

“Well, so do I! He’s a stand-up guy, really very sweet. Who doesn’t like Yuta?” Tullia said.

“Even I think Yuta’s pretty tolerable. Why is this crisis-inducing?” Maki said. You slapped your palm against your forehead.

“No! I like him the way you guys think he likes me!” you hissed. They were silent, Tullia’s mouth forming an ‘o’ shape and Maki rapidly blinking before cleaning her glasses.

“You mean to say that you…have a crush…on Yuta Okkotsu?” Maki said once she had put her glasses back on.

“Not so loudly!” you said, “And yes. I talked to Toge about it.”

“If Toge thinks you do, then he’s probably right,” Tullia said.

“He’s pretty smart,” Maki agreed.

“But, see, that’s where the problem comes from! I can’t be around him, not when I have feelings for him. I’m engaged! All of this just spells disaster, for both of us. If the higher ups find out, I’ll be sent back to my family home and locked away there until my wedding to Noritoshi. If Yuta finds out, he might hate me. If Gojo finds out, he’ll start crying about how Megumi, whoever that is, has lost his chance!” you said.

“Yikes, worst possible outcome,” Tullia said with a wince.

“Right, no one deserves to have Gojo trying to set them up,” Maki agreed.

“I know!” you said.

“So. You really like him, huh? I guess your strategy is sound, then. Avoid him until you’re over it. Didn’t you used to have a crush on Toge at one point? But you moved on,” Maki said.

“It shouldn’t be too hard. He’s not very persistent in trying to get your attention. I think he got the hint,” Tullia said.

“And Tullia and I will make sure to always be your partner for things! If Gojo tries to complain, we’ll make a fuss,” Maki said.

“Yeah, I’ll call him sexist! Or I can say that I need your support. Because I’m from a different country and all,” Tullia said.

“Maybe go with that before accusing him of discrimination,” Maki said. Your eyes filled with tears, and you launched forwards, grabbing the two of them in a hug.

“Thank you both so much. I should’ve told you ages ago,” you said.

“Nah, I would’ve bullied you,” Maki said. “Only reason I’m not right now is because you’re obviously distressed, and I’m not about to add to your problems.”

“I wouldn’t have bullied you, but I don’t think I would’ve been able to offer much help by myself. I’m not really good with the whole ‘relationship’ thing,” Tullia said.

“I just really, really like him. I don’t want to be unfaithful, but how can I just get over him in the blink of an eye? I don’t want to marry Noritoshi if it means leaving Yuta, but marrying well is the one thing I can do for my family,” you said.

“Like I said earlier, just marry me,” Maki said, tossing her hair, “I won’t mind your infidelity. As long as you allow me my dalliances, too.”

“And for the present moment…I guess this comes down to a choice. Either road is going to be hard, so it’s a matter of what you’re willing to endure and whose side you’re willing to endure it by,” Tullia said.

“Ostracization from the higher ups or giving up your happiness? Yuta or Noritoshi? You’ll have to weigh the options and decide what you want. Just know that even if the rest of society turns its back on you, you’ll always have us,” Maki said.

“That’s a promise,” Tullia agreed, “We’re your classmates. We’re not going to choose a bunch of stuffy old men over you, not hardly.”

Although they had not solved any of your problems, necessarily, talking to Maki and Tullia made you feel a lot better about the state of your affairs. At least you could be assured that you’d have them on your side, and Tullia had raised a good point in that no matter which path you chose, you’d be miserable, one way or another. As she had said, it was a matter of which misery you preferred, and although you did not want to think about it at the present moment, it was comforting to note that you had a way to reason through the situation.

A few days after your conversation with the two girls, you were eating breakfast with them when Gojo sprinted into the dining hall, holding two cream-colored envelopes and cackling maniacally.

“This can’t be good,” Maki said as he skidded to a stop in front of you and handed you one of the envelopes.

“What’s this?” you said, inspecting it curiously.

“An invitation!” he said, throwing his arms around you in a hug. You fell backwards from the force of it before awkwardly hugging him back. Maki pretended to gag at his exuberance, and Tullia seemed amused as well, though she was far more collected than Maki.

“For what?” you said.

“You, Miss Y/N L/N, are going to compete in the Sister School Goodwill Exchange Event!” he said, pulling away and beaming at you, evidently expecting you to be equally as excited as he was. Instead, your jaw dropped, the letter slipping through your fingers.

“Me? But I’m not in my second year yet! I thought only the second and third years competed?” you said.

“Traditionally, yes, but this year, in order to make it fair, the Tokyo school is only sending two first-year students to compete!” Gojo said.

“And how many will Kyoto have?” Maki said.

“Six!” Gojo said cheerfully.

“Six?” you screeched. “How the hell is two against six fair? Especially when I’m one of the two? There’s no way I can fight against someone like Mai Zenin or Aoi Todo!”

“You’re actually going as a way to make the fight less disbalanced in our favor, actually,” Gojo said, “It’d be a slaughter otherwise, but we’re hoping your presence is enough to calm your partner down to the point that the event is at least a little more even.”

“Who’s my partner? Maki? I don’t think even I could calm her down,” you said.

“Very funny,” Maki said. “You’re right, though.”

“Nope! It’s our resident special-grade sorcerer, Yuta Okkotsu!” Gojo said.

There was a silence in which the three of you all had very different reactions. Like a snake coiling in your stomach, your intestines began to twist with horror at the implications. Maki was uncharacteristically sympathetic, frowning softly and resting her hand on your shoulder. In contrast, it seemed this was finally enough to break Tullia’s composure as she dissolved into howling laughter.

“You mean to say that Yuta and I will be competing together? Just us two?” you said.

“That’s right! I’m sure that you’ll bring home the win for our school. We suffered an embarrassing defeat last year, which is why the event is being held in Kyoto, but I have confidence that you and Yuta can reclaim my — our good name. We will be victorious! Go Tokyo!” Gojo said, high-fiving you and then dashing off, presumably to give Yuta his invitation and the same strangely inspirational speech he had just given you.

“Well, shit. You’re fucked,” Tullia said between giggles, wiping at the tears of mirth gathering in the corners of her eyes.

“Maybe this is a good thing,” Maki said, “You’ll see him and Noritoshi at the same time. It might make it easier to decide which you want.”

“This is many things, Maki, but good is not one of them,” you said with a groan, “I think Tullia’s right. I’m not making it out of this event alive.”

“Just make sure to take my sister down before you go,” Maki said. You shrugged.

“I don’t know if I can, but I’ll do my best,” you said. If Mai was anything like Maki, there was no way you could even land a hit on her, let alone actually beat her. You feared you’d probably end up relying on Yuta the entire time, being something of a deadweight — which was not only embarrassing but also unfair to him. You would be like a crutch, though then again, this was supposedly the reason you had been selected to compete in the first place. You ground your teeth in frustration, but you knew there was nothing you could do about it but train and hope you were good enough to not drag Yuta down too much.

“You can, and you tell her exactly who taught you once you have,” Maki said.

“Have faith in yourself,” Tullia agreed, “You’re useless in a straight out brawl —”

“That’s not very confidence boosting,” you muttered.

“Let me finish!” she said. “Like I was saying, it’s true that if things come to blows, you’re probably not going to be much help. But sheer physical strength isn’t the only way to win a fight; you’re way more clever than you give yourself credit for, and honestly? You’re no slacker in the power department, either. I’m willing to bet you’re going to be of more use to Yuta than the higher ups think.”

“They probably still believe you to be the frail, delicate girl who is the L/N clan’s biggest failure. This is your chance to prove them wrong, to prove that you’re worth more than they realize. Show them that you don’t need to be a healer to be of worth; show them that you are a sorcerer,” Maki said. It was the sort of chance Maki had longed for for probably her entire life. You were being ungrateful to scorn it just because of your unresolved feelings for Yuta. This was bigger than him — the entire jujutsu society would have its eyes on you, and you could not afford to come off as weak.

“And ignore Yuta. Imagine him as a robot sent to help you if you must; oh, or like a scarecrow!” Tullia said.

“This isn’t Wizard of Oz,” you said dryly.

“Really, though, don’t focus on your crush or whatever. He’s there to support you in kicking the Kyoto students’ asses. Nothing more and nothing less,” Tullia said.

“That’s a good way of looking at it,” Maki said approvingly, “You’re not strong enough to take them all on by yourself, so you’ll definitely need his help, but you don’t want to get into some weird dilemma in the middle of a fight. Don’t assign him any more significance than as a tool; if you do, you run the risk of complicating things when they’re already far too complicated.”

“Then I’ll do as you both say,” you said with a determined nod. “And I’ll beat Mai for you, Maki.”

“It won’t be the same as if I do it myself,” Maki lamented, “But you’re the only one I trust to do it in my stead.”

“I won’t let you down,” you promised.

Because they were not competing, Maki, Tullia, Panda, and Toge had to stay back at the school, while Gojo, Ijichi, and Principal Yaga took you and Yuta to Kyoto. Gojo had bullied Kento Nanami into acting as their substitute teacher, which he did not seem thrilled about, and as you drove away, you almost wished you were staying back — if only to see the seven-three sorcerer at work. Tullia swore she’d record his lectures for you, something you said you’d hold her to.

Principal Yaga and Gojo were in a separate car, Yaga insisting that he be the one to drive Gojo to ensure that he did not magically disappear. It seemed that the principal was the only one Gojo actually respected; whether it was because he was his boss or because of some holdover from Gojo’s own student days, you did not know.

Ijichi allowed you to play your own music in the car, though he did have noise-cancelling headphones on as he drove, which meant he was just tuning everything out. It left you free to blast your favorite songs and try to not talk to Yuta, who sat beside you with his hands clasped in his lap.

He did not try to talk to you, either, but he would stare mournfully at you, though every time your eyes flicked to meet his, he’d look away. He had only just begun to come out of his shell when you had discovered the extent of your feelings for him, and now it seemed your silent treatment was sending him scuttling backwards to the safety of his shyness.

“I’m not mad at you,” you said, immediately regretting it even as you did. “Yuta. I’m not, really. You haven’t done anything wrong, if that’s what you were wondering.”

“You haven’t been talking to me,” he pointed out softly. “If I didn’t offend you in some way, then why?”

Because talking to him made you want to rip your hair out. Because it’s driving you insane that you like him so much but you’re promised to another.

“It’s a personal issue. Nothing you can change,” you said.

“So you’re going to keep avoiding me?” he said.

“Not during the event. We have to work together for it,” you said. He nodded, not at your answer but at the implied rest of it.

“I’ll do my best to not bother you. I’m sorry, by the way, if I did do something and you just don’t want to seem rude by bringing it up,” he said.

“You didn’t do anything,” you repeated. “I’m the one that messed up.”

“Oh,” he said, “I see.”

He did not inquire further, perhaps content that you had even spoken to him at all. And though you shouldn’t, you were internally rejoicing at the conversation. It was the most you had spoken to him in so long, and you had missed him so much, missed his quiet, kind mannerisms, the way he always lit up when talking to you, the soft blush that painted his cheeks whenever you said something, said anything.

Ijichi stopped the car in front of the school, letting you get your bags out before zooming away. You were about to start rolling your suitcase inside when it was suddenly snatched from you, and you found yourself facing a large, tall man with biceps the size of your head and more abs than you thought were possible. There was a scar on his face, and his dark hair was tied tightly back, a grin on his face as he hefted your suitcase in the air.

“Pretty lady, you should never have to break a sweat by doing something as mundane as dealing with luggage,” he said with a bow.

“Um, thanks, but I wasn’t really sweating about it. I didn’t pack that much,” you said. He did not acknowledge the response, instead offering you his hand.

“The name’s Aoi Todo! And who might you be?” he said.

“Y/N L/N,” you said politely, taking it and shaking it once, twice. From beside you, Yuta watched the interaction.

“Ah! Then this must be Okkotsu!” Todo said, immediately dropping your hand and pointing at Yuta.

“Yes, that’s Yuta,” you said. Yuta waved slightly, though his eyes were wide at Todo’s sheer bulk. He was huge, towering over both of you in an inhuman way. Yuta’s figure was slender and slight when compared to him, and once again you wondered how the two of you were supposed to take on Todo and five of his classmates.

“Yuta Okkotsu! I only have one question for you, and you better answer satisfactorily, or else I’ll kill you before the exchange event can even begin!” Todo thundered.

“Please don’t,” Yuta said.

“What kind of woman is your type?”

“What?” you said. “Why would you ask him that?”

Todo clasped his hands together, looking altogether far too serious, considering the ridiculousness of his question. He was looking at you, but his gaze was a thousand universes away as he began to rhapsodize.

“Well, it’s simple, really. There’s so much to be learned about a man just from the type of woman he’s into! A boring taste in women indicates a boring man; the inverse is also true. An eclectic or spicy taste in women means that the man himself will be truly someone to be respected!” Todo explained.

“And who’s to decide what sort of women are boring and which are spicy or eclectic, hm?” you snapped, pulling out your needles and pointing them at him threateningly.

“Me, of course! For instance, my type is tall women with big asses,” Todo said.

“How demeaning! And anyways, I doubt you’ve ever felt the touch of any woman, tall with a big ass or not, so how can you be sure that’s what you like?” you said. Todo contemplated this before shrugging, not even impacted by what you had said.

“It’s something I know in my heart. So how about it, Okkotsu? What’s your type?” he said. You scowled and were about to use your technique on Todo when Yuta ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Er, Y/N is,” he said. You froze in place, unsure of if you had heard him correctly. Crystal tears began to pour down Todo’s cheeks as he tilted his head back, trying to stem their flow — though he was entirely unsuccessful.

“What?” you said. Yuta turned a bright red, as if he had not realized you were standing right next to him.

“Not — not actually you! Just, like, a girl like you. Preferably with your looks. And personality. But not you!” he assured you.

“What?” you said again. “So…you do or don’t like me?”

“Don’t!” he said, far too quickly for him to have been telling the truth.

“I can’t believe it!” Todo shouted, his voice echoing.

“I can’t, either,” you said, though far more quietly.

“I’ve finally found it — a taste even more thrilling than mine! Okkotsu, you’re telling me you’re into married women?” Todo said.

“I’m not married yet,” you reminded him. Yuta winced as if just remembering this particular problem before shaking his head.

“No, I’m not —” he began before Todo cut him off.

“You truly are a worthy opponent! I look forward to competing against you in the exchange event. Let’s give it our all!” Todo said before springing away. You gaped at his receding form.

“Give me back my luggage!” you screamed, though he was gone before the words left your lips, taking your suitcase with him. You were so hot with rage that you’d not be surprised if there was steam pouring out of your nose and ears, and you were about to shake your fist in his general direction when you heard a smooth, familiar voice.

“I thought I heard Todo making a fuss about something. I should’ve realized it was your arrival,” Noritoshi said. Your anger evaporated instantly at the sight of him, and you fairly flew in your haste to throw your arms around him in a hug.

“Noritoshi!” you said. He was still, after all, your friend — though your feelings for him were nothing of the romantic kind, you cared about him. And it was obvious he felt the same, hugging you back with the same affection you showed him.

“Hello, Y/N,” he said. “How have you been?”

“Good,” you murmured. He still smelled like ylang-ylang, and it was a homecoming in a way. You were no longer the same girl you had been the last time you had seen him in person, but at the same time, had you even changed at all? “What about you?”

“Busy trying to get this event set up. Principal Gakuganji and Iori have been stressing making everything perfect; I believe Iori wants to show Gojo that her school is better than his, in more ways than one,” he said.

“Those two have always had that rivalry, haven’t they?” you said. You had known about the hatred that Utahime Iori held for Gojo even back before you had become a sorcerer proper; it was somewhat infamous. Gojo, for his part, found it a good pastime to egg her on more, which was in character enough that you were not surprised by it.

“Of course,” Noritoshi said, “Anyways, what did Todo do this time?”

“Asked Yuta about his taste in women and then stole my luggage,” you said.

“Ah, that sounds like him. I’ll get Mai to get it back for you; the two of them are friends of a sort,” he said before letting you go and dipping his head at Yuta, who in contrast to his earlier state was now as white as a sheet. “Sorry he harassed you, too. I promise the rest of us are a little bit more normal. Certainly, he’s the only one interested in the type of women that people prefer.”

“That’s — that’s good!” Yuta squeaked. Remembering his answer to the question, you were inclined to agree with him.

“Has he asked you what your type is?” you said. Noritoshi cocked his head at you.

“He asks everyone, and I’m no exception. I told him I’m engaged, and he left me alone about it after that. Why do you ask?” he said.

“Just wondering. Anyways, it’s been a bit of a long car ride, so do you think you could show us to our rooms? I think that both Yuta and I would appreciate a chance to sit down,” you said.

“Of course. Follow me — though, did you say rooms? There’s only one,” Noritoshi said.

“Huh?” Yuta said. “You mean we have to…share?”

“Traditionally, the girls share with the girls and the boys share with the boys, but because there’s only the two of you, Iori decided to be frugal and put you two in a dorm together — there’s going to be a lot of visitors coming to watch the event, so we need every inch of space we can get. Are you uncomfortable with that? Iori thought it’d be okay, since Y/N’s engaged to me, so it’s not like anything inappropriate will happen,” Noritoshi said.

You exchanged looks with Yuta behind Noritoshi’s back. The guilt you felt was reflected in his own expression, though you knew he probably didn’t understand why you felt guilty. But it remained that you hardly deserved Noritoshi’s trust, not when you had been talking to Maki and Tullia only the other day about how attracted you felt to Yuta.

“I just thought that she would’ve shared a room with you, if anyone,” Yuta said.

“Iori was too worried about Gojo instructing her to sabotage me while I slept or something to allow it. If you’re really bothered by the prospect, you can share with Gojo and Y/N can have her own room,” Noritoshi said.

“It’s fine! I’m fine, as long as Y/N’s okay with it,” Yuta said. This was your chance; nobody would fault you for saying no, for saying you didn’t want to sleep in the same room as another man. It might actually win you favor with the higher ups, proving your loyalty to your future husband and to their demands. Best of all, it would mean time away from Yuta, and wasn’t that what you, Maki, and Tullia had decided you needed?

“It’s perfectly alright with me,” you said, “I’m sure Yuta will be a good roommate.”

“That’s settled, then. We’re not much farther; I made sure that you two at least got a nice room, to make up for having to share,” Noritoshi said.

“That was considerate of you,” Yuta said. Noritoshi shrugged.

“Anything for my fiancé,” he said, nudging you in the side. You rolled your eyes.

“What a generous man you are. How grateful I am to be marrying you,” you said.

“I mean, if you want a tiny first-year dorm, then that can be arranged. As it is, you’re both sharing a third-year dorm, so you’ll have a bathroom and sitting area inside of the suite. But it’s up to you, darling,” he said sarcastically.

“Oh, dearest, you’re so thoughtful for leaving the choice up to me!” you said, just as mockingly. Teasing one another was about the only time you used pet names; otherwise, it was too uncomfortably close to an actual relationship for the both of you. “I think Yuta and I will stick with the nicer option.”

“No surprise,” he said, patting you on the head. “Here we are. Mai will be by soon, once she’s gotten your things from Todo. I trust you won’t need help getting unpacked?”

“We’re not children. We’ll be fine,” you said.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll take my leave. I shall see you when it comes time for the event,” he said.

“Be prepared to taste defeat, Noritoshi. You’re not ready to face Yuta and I!” you said.

“Oh? Words won’t be enough to frighten me. I hope that you are able to back your fancy speech up — for your sake, of course. Don’t think I’m going to go easy on you just because we are to be wed,” he said, arching a brow.

“And the same goes for me,” you said with a smirk, “In fact, I think it’ll only motivate me to go harder.”

“I look forward to it. And Yuta — I am saying this not as your competition, but rather as Y/N’s future husband: please look out for her as much as I’m sure she’ll look out for you,” Noritoshi said.

“I will,” Yuta said seriously, “I won’t let anyone hurt her.”

“Big promises,” Noritoshi said, and though he sounded casual, there was a hint of sharp recognition to his voice. “We’ll see how tomorrow goes, I suppose.”

Yuta nodded. “I suppose we will.”

The room you had been assigned to share with Yuta was nice, though a little bland. Two twin beds with about five feet of space between them were pushed against one wall, and there was a set of two steps that led into a small sitting area, with a couple of armchairs, a proper couch, a coffee table, and a television. There were two doors; one was a closet, and the other led to the spacious bathroom.

Once you were finished poking around the room, you turned to Yuta, who was standing unsurely in the entrance, simply watching you inspect the space.

“It’s good. Do you care which bed you take?” you said.

“The one closer to the door,” he said, walking in and throwing himself face-down onto the cushiony surface before you could respond. “Why’d you say you’re okay with staying together?”

“I wanted to,” you said.

“Yeah, obviously, but why? Your fiancé was right there, he would’ve bailed you out,” he said. You frowned.

“I’ve grown tired of my fiancé bailing me out. I would like to make at least some of my own decisions,” you said shortly. Yuta hummed in thought.

“Makes sense.”

“Thanks.”

The following silence was only broken by a light knock on your door. You opened it and were met with Mai Zenin, who beamed at the sight of you. Before you could stammer out a greeting, she was winding her arms around your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder.

“Y/N!” she cooed. “It’s so good to see you again. It’s even better to know that there’ll be another girl in this stupid event! At least now, whichever team wins, it’ll be assured that it wasn’t all because of the men.”

You had never had the time to grow close with Mai when you were younger — though not as disgraceful as Maki, she was still nobody that the Zenins and your parents believed you should associate with. But this actually meant you two probably had more in common than they thought, so despite her supposed enmity with Maki, you allowed her to embrace you.

“It’s always good to prove expectations wrong,” you agreed, “Thanks for getting my stuff.”

“I apologize for that idiot Todo’s behavior,” she said, pulling away and wrinkling her nose. “He’s an odd one, although he is terrifyingly strong.”

“The strangest people always are,” you said, thinking of Gojo with a smile.

“True,” she said, “Are you feeling ready for the event? I think it’ll be fun.”

“I think so, too,” you said. She looked around before leaning in so close that her lips were nearly brushing your ear.

“Don’t tell anyone I’ve told you this, but rumor has it the teamwork challenge involves a grade 2 curse. Be careful, yeah? And watch out — I’m sure you already know, but sabotage is allowed and encouraged. I wouldn’t want you to end up battling Todo or something without at least a fair warning,” she whispered.

“Why would you tell me that?” you said. She winked.

“I’m a nice person! Plus, then you can see that between my twin and I, I’m the better, kinder sister,” she said, fluttering her fingers in a wave and then leaving you behind, dumbfounded. You yanked your suitcase in and slammed the door.

“Maki’s still better,” you said rebelliously, flustered at Mai’s actions and stomping around as you unpacked your bag.

“What was all of that about?” Yuta said.

“She was just telling me we’ll probably have to face a grade 2 curse during the teamwork challenge, and that sabotage is allowed, so we’ll have to worry about their team, too,” you said.

“You probably don’t have to worry,” Yuta said, “It’s clear as day that Noritoshi is head over heels for you, and vice versa. I can’t see him attacking you.”

“Really? We must be better actors than I thought. Noritoshi and I are only friends that have been set to get married, and I disagree with your latter statement, too. He absolutely would attack me if he was told to — he’s the dutiful sort. It probably won’t be enough to harm me permanently, but something like a concussion or broken bone? I wouldn’t put it past him,” you said.

“I won’t let him, then,” Yuta said, peeking at you from the safety of his pillows.

“You will, actually,” you said. “I’ve been thinking — the reason I was put on your team is as something to hold you back — a handicap, as the case may be. I won’t give into that role; I’ll fight, of course, but I don’t want you to protect me, okay?”

“That’s stupid,” he said dismissively. “Of course I’ll protect you.”

“I refuse to be your weakness, Yuta,” you said fiercely.

“That’s not really something that’s up to you,” he said, “Don’t worry. You’re too strong to be anything like a handicap, so it’s a moot point. Get some rest.”

“You —”

“Y/N,” he interrupted you, “You can’t argue with me on this one. I’m not going to stand by and watch you get hurt.”

“Why’d you tell Todo I was your type of woman?” you said, changing the subject when it became clear Yuta would not budge. Maybe it was the solitude of the room, or maybe it was because he was too worn down to fight over it, but he only exhaled it heavily.

“You’re not that dumb,” he said. You looked away, hugging your knees to your chest. You weren’t that dumb.

“You know I can’t, right?” you checked.

“Yeah,” he said, “I’m sorry. Did you find out? Is that why…?”

“No. It’s just that — it’s just that —” you paused before deciding you were in so deep that there was no point in hiding, not anymore. Silently apologizing to Maki and Tullia, you took a deep breath. “It’s just that I feel the same way. And I shouldn’t, and I can’t bear to be around you when you’re the first thing I’ve ever wanted all to myself even though you’re the only thing I can’t have.”

“Wh-what?” he said.

“For my entire life, I’ve not been able to make any of my own choices. The only things that are mine are my needles and being friends with Maki; both earn me the disapproval of the higher ups, but they begrudgingly allow them due to Noritoshi’s support. But then you — you just had to come in and believe in me and be so kind and wonderful. I want you, Yuta, I want to make at least this one choice, to choose you, but I’m not brave enough to deal with what that entails,” you said.

“I understand,” he said, “You don’t have to. I’m not selfish enough to make you when I know you’ll be in danger if you do. So this is this last I’ll ever speak of it, but before I put the subject to rest, can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead,” you said.

“If Todo — if Todo asked you what kind of man was your type, what would you say?” he said.

“Your name,” you said without hesitating. “Yuta Okkotsu. That’s what I would say.”

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The Price of Freedom Chapter 2

Chapter 2: A Fight for Their Lives

Rated E for EXPLICIT!!

Word count: 2,383

Chapter one - previous chapter is here (4.2k words)

Chapter two - This is where you are

Chapter three - here

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! Abuse, torture, smut, oral sex, rape, healing, beatings, dismemberment, breeding kink, act 3 spoilers, canon divergence, blood, violence, graphic depictions (It is Cazador after all) RATED 18 PLUS

AO3 link here

This is a graphic fight scene, be warned.

Note: chapter 3 will be uploaded sooner rather than later because of how short this chapter is.

Story: All the eyes from the group had shifted and turned to look for the source of the voice and landed on a lone figure, a body that was not there before on the throne. This figure was what appeared to be an older male elf with pale skin and a sinister smile on his face. His eyes were red and scars covered most of his uncovered body. He wasn’t small by any means, and was fairly muscular, a large great sword the size of a man leaning against the side of the throne.

Astarion bristled immediately and shifted in front of Tav, every nerve in his body screaming what a danger this being was and what he was facing. This was impossible. How was there another vampire so close to Cazador? There was no way Cazador would allow this vampire to live so close to his territory! Astarion’s main concern was to hide Tav, maybe the vampire didn’t see Astarion’s own semi-permanent bite mark on her neck. Maybe he could get her out of here in one piece?

“Another of our kind, I see? Szarr’s whelp, at that! Although…I don’t feel his compulsion.” The figure began to get on its feet and grabbed it’s massive great sword while the others looked on. Astarion was going to move, when the figure was on them in an instant, Astarion’s throat in his hand, as he squeezed painfully but not lethally. “Now why is that, hmm?”

“Let him go!” Tav yelled out and pulled her own great sword free, aiming it at the vampire. Karlach had her battle axe aimed. Shadowheart had radiant damage prepared and ready to lob towards the vampire.

“No! Run!!” Astarion demanded while being partly strangled. The vampire merely laughed.

“You would protect a spawn? I guess it would make sense that you would.” The vampire said towards Tav. “I never knew of the Szarr family allowing their spawn to drink off humanoids. Then again, I guess I can see why you chose this…morsel. I think I’ll have a taste myself.”

With that, Astarion kicked the vampire in the head with enough force to be released. Falling to the ground, Astarion got between the vampire and his lover easily enough, and, after coughing to clear his airway, although it was more a matter of habit, Astarion snarled and replied.

“I don’t know who the fuck you are, or how you’re in this territory, but you will leave her the Hells alone! She is mine!”

The vampire got up from the attack and chuckled before it replied.

“I see now. You’re not under the compulsion because you're infected by mind flayers, however, it isn’t the mind flayers that weakened you. It was Cazador. Figures, the little shit was so scared of his own spawn that he put a limiter into your creation!”

“Who the hells are you?” Karlach yelled out, finally trying to piece together what was going on.

“My name matters little. I don’t even remember it. Let’s just say, I’ve been doing my own thing hundreds of years before Cazador rose to power. Not that you would know, he only sired you twenty years after he became a vampire lord and murdered his own master. Now, what is his pathetic attempts at creating a vampire doing in my home?” the vampire asked as his eyes tracked Tav, something Astarion was very upset about and kept getting in between.

“And what if we plan to kill you?” Shadowheart asked, spitting venom towards the creature.

“Then I must remind you I will kill you where you stand. It is by my generosity that you all live now. Although…you,” the vampire pointed at Tav “Come here.”

“No!” Astarion called out, leveraging his daggers higher. When he pulled them out, he couldn’t remember, but it was obvious the vampire before them was a threat. Astarion backed up a little to press himself closer to Tav, his fangs bared.

“Don’t trust me with your mate, spawn?”

In response Astarion merely snarled before Tav, having heard enough and not wanting to be protected, lunged out from behind her lover and attempted to swing at the elder vampire. The hit did not connect. This signaled to the others to attack. Astarion did what he did best, and became one with the shadows. He knew that he was still at a disadvantage, however he also knew that for his strengths, he needed the element of surprise. Karlach took the main focus and the brunt of the reprisal when she stepped in front of Tav, rage filling her body as she took a swipe from the vampire. The vampire tried to use his claws on his non-dominant hand on the woman, but thankfully Karlach was a very proficient warrior from her time in Avernus and was used to quick opponents like imps. She dodged easily, which frustrated the vampire. This made him lift his mighty great sword, the weapon that seemed to command a presence all on it’s own. Shadowheart attempted to use radiant damage, however, as like her previous battles, her attacks would just miss the enemy. While distracted, Astarion came up behind the vampire and used Orin’s daggers, however the vampire jumped, missing the first strike, but the second strike found it’s mark in the blood sucker’s flesh. Due to the elder elf leaping into the air, the hit was superficial and in the thigh. It wasn’t fatal nor would it do much harm. The curious thing was that it didn’t appear that it was healing right away like it should have due to his status. Astarion was familiar with delayed regeneration, and when the answer hit him, he retreated to Tav like a moth to the flame.

“He needs blood! He is starving! Look! He isn't healing!”

Astarion remembered his time with Cazador and his delayed healing due to his poor diet. That was the only reason he was seeing the same symptoms in the vampire before them. He was targeting Tav because Karlach simply was too hot. Anyone with eyes could see that her blood would be volatile due to her condition, and with Shadowheart almost bathing herself in radiant magic, this left one option – her. Astarion knew something seemed off when he ran into the elder elf, the way he spoke of Cazador screamed bordering disdain, yet he couldn’t remember his own name? He is possible he was borderline feral already. This could give them an edge in the battlefield but this was tricky because this was also very dangerous. He was a caged beast at this point who would do anything for the feast that stumbled into his house. Astarion knew from experience what a feast her blood was and he would be damned if a single drop ended up with any other vampire than himself.

Angry, the vampire lashed out and tore his great sword down with strength that defied his position. A moment later and the pillar holding up a portion of the ceiling came down. The vampire’s target was obvious. He was too slow with the weapon and against the might of their numbers, so he planned to change tactics. The elder vampire was trying to take the room down.

Karlach dropped her defense temporarily to brace herself under the falling platform. This gave Shadowheart time to roll out from under the rubble before she was dealt major damage at the cost of Karlach’s defense. Astarion saw it happen too late as he was on the other side of the room, Tav having made off in a sprint shortly after Karlach ran to the pillar. Astarion ran to stop the vampire even if he knew it was in vain while Tav used her weapon to deflect a potentially fatal blow aimed at the tiefling. This left Tav open to a counter strike. The elder vampire bared his fangs and went to pierce her neck, when Astarion, incensed and fueled by a protective instinct he hadn't seen or used up to this point, leapt on the vampire and sunk his teeth into the rotting flesh of the corpse they were attacking. Astarion knew it would taste vile, but it was more than that, it was revolting. When the vampire finally bucked and tossed him off, Astarion couldn’t stop his stomach from retching the congealed blood and could not attack. The angered older vampire turned, ignoring Tav and set off with his great sword aimed high to cleave Astarion who could not get his faculties to work long enough to evade or listen to his commands. Astarion held his only dagger, his second long since abandoned in the middle of the room when he pierced the man’s thigh.

Shadowheart was trying to free Karlach who was trying to clear her area due to the falling ceiling while she took pot shots and continued to miss with her magic. Karlach had let go of the pillar and was trying to crawl out from under a large slab of cement, Astarion watching the entire battle play out slowly like earlier. Astarion watched as Tav ran towards Astarion, dropping her great sword in favor of speed to reach him and swiped his dagger off the ground as she ran. She used her momentum to propel herself into the air and jabbed the dagger into the other vampire’s throat. As she did this, the vampire picked up on her as a threat and turned, used his off hand claws and aimed true.

There was so much blood, and from the buffet that hit Astarion’s nose, a great deal was hers.

Astarion bolted to her side, two of the claws had caught her throat at an odd angle and she began to drown on her own blood.

“Shadowheart! Karlach! Help!” Astarion called out as he pressed his hands over her throat, fear gripping his throat and tears springing free. He couldn’t lose her! Not yet! They barely had time together!

Astarion was barely able to perceive that his lover’s action had struck true and that his dagger was embedded in the vampire’s throat. His main focus was on his lover, her gaze was soft and she reached out to touch his face. She was dying and she still sought to comfort him?

“Stay with me!” Astarion called out as he moved for Shadowheart to start healing. Astarion took the moment to start pouring healing potion after healing potion into her mouth and praying to every god he could think of to save her. They needed to save her. This prayer he deluded himself into thinking wasn’t for him, it was for her! This world needed her because no one had a heart like her! No one. Hells, she even had his. Astarion didn’t care that he was sobbing now while he shook, trying to keep his lover among the living.

“Hold on, soldier! This will hurt, but it’s the only way.” Karlach said as she finally joined them. Astarion knew a split second before Karlach did it, what the tiefling had in mind. The woman used her extreme heat to burn the wound and sear the flesh together. The smell was horrible. Of course, this wasn’t the first time Astarion smelled burnt flesh, but this was the first time her smelled her flesh go through this, or hear her agonizing scream like this. She began to shake, and Shadowheart cursed.

“She is going into shock. This is too much for her body!” Shadowheart called out. The throat wound was sealed and her life no longer in extreme danger but her life was still in danger nonetheless. They had to worry about getting out with her severely injured, having lost a lot of blood and whatever was making her sick wasn’t helping. Tav proceeded to throw up on the other side of Astarion.

“Is that because of me?” Karlach asked.

“No. She’s been sick.” Astarion volunteered the information. He finally got his breathing under control again, angry at himself for losing his cool and being so emotional in front of others like that a moment ago. She needed help, this was not the time to break down. Astarion kissed her forehead and tried to soothe his beloved.

“It’s okay, dear, we’re gonna get you out of here. I promise.” Astarion ran his thumb over her cheek bone while Shadowheart used the last of her spell slots to get her stable.

“It may be best if we keep her here tonight. She isn’t able to move. We still have to loot, anyways. Tav did this out of love. Remember that.” Shadowheart reminded Astarion while she went to her pack and laid out a bed roll. She pulled out a bowl and used a spell of Create Water and handed it to Astarion for him to use on Tav to clean her down, while Karlach went to work on looting and looking for the ring. Astarion pulled her pack and his to him and looked at her marred throat. She had a new scar because she saved his life. Astarion helped to wash Tav’s bruised and battered body while avoiding her throat for the most part. When he did get to the wound, he took the utmost care. He got her into her night clothes, tucked her into a bed roll, and wrapped her in a couple blankets to stave off the chill of the cement floor.

“You should join me.” Tav said with a raspy voice which Astarion hadn't noticed, but he was relieved to hear her speak. He was worried if she had damaged her vocal cords.

“I will, my dear. I’m just going to help Karlach. I’ll be right back.” Astarion kissed her briefly and walked off to where Karlach and Shadowheart were. He was suspicious of them for a little bit now as they had been muttering among themselves for a bit in low whispers. Astarion intended to find out why.

“She doesn’t know?” Shadowheart asked Karlach as Astarion approached

“No! I’m sure she would have said something if she knew she was pregnant. I’m telling you, she is clueless. They both are. You need to tell them!” Karlach said a little louder than Shadowheart had liked who shushed her immediately. Astarion stopped his approach.

Pregnant?

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and i'm wondering when it will all collapse | 1.5k | loki & thor

whumptober prompt no. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.” | safety net | “How many fingers am I holding up?” also on ao3!

Thor is waiting for him at the kitchen table.

“Morning, idiot,” Thor salutes him, raising his cup of black coffee.

Valkyrie scoffs from the seat next to him and props her feet up on the table with a loud thunk.

Loki grunts as he settles himself gingerly into a chair. Thor nudges a plate of pastries toward him but Loki ignores it, nausea rolling through his stomach.

“Sleep well?” Thor asks drily.

Loki grunts again and swipes Thor’s coffee. He supposes he must look as terrible as he feels because his brother lets him. He takes a tentative sip, wills it to stay down, and wraps his hands gratefully around the warm mug, letting his eyes fall closed.

“What were you thinking?”

“‘Not much’ is what I’d say, personally,” Valkyrie offers helpfully around a mouthful of blueberry muffin.

“Why are you eternally here instead of your own home?” Loki demands without opening his eyes.

Valkyrie laughs and the volume of it makes Loki want to kick her. “Please. You two are so fun to watch! Plus,” she adds, taking an obnoxious sip of her coffee in demonstration, “you’ve always got the good shit.”

“Charming.”

“Knock it off,” Thor tells them half-heartedly, but they both know he doesn’t mean it. “How are you feeling?”

The dish of pastries bumps insistently against his hand again.

“Fine,” Loki bites out.

“Really. How many fingers am I holding up?”

He cracks an eye open to see Thor flipping him off with a pleasant smile.

“Up yours,” says Loki, and nibbles unhappily at a croissant to head off the very real possibility of Thor shoving one down his throat.

“Nah,” Thor says easily. “Not really my thing. And I’m still waiting.”

Loki opens his eyes all the way just so he can roll them at the ceiling. “Enough, Thor.”

“No,” his brother says flatly, and there’s an edge to it this time that takes the warmth right out of the sun streaming through the kitchen window.

Valkyrie very carefully takes her feet off the table and stands. “Think I’ll go see if Heimdall needs any help with that generator,” she says quietly, and pats Thor’s bicep as she goes as if to say ‘take it easy on him.’

Loki scowls.

When the door closes behind her, Thor starts in earnest.

“Brother – ”

And Loki hates that tone.

He stands abruptly, abandoning the croissant and stolen coffee. “I’ve work to do.”

“We’re not done – ”

Loki allows the front door slamming behind him to be sufficient answer.

-------

He successfully manages to avoid Thor all day through a combination of strict calculation, happy accidents, and what he optimistically attributes to the Norns abstaining from shitting all over him for once.

His luck runs out eventually, as it always does.

It’s easy to spot Thor climbing the hillside out of the corner of his eye, but Loki doesn’t bother to move. His fingers tighten in the grass, gaze glued to the waters of the fjord down below.

Thor plops down next to him with an inelegant ‘oof.’

“You didn’t check in at the healing halls today,” he begins casually.

Loki doesn’t look at him. “I’m not injured.”

“Not injured anymore,” Thor corrects. “And Fulla said the real concern was your lungs, after the burns.”

“You truly need a hobby.”

“I’m serious, Loki.”

Loki lets out a long-suffering sigh and pins Thor with a look. “I assure you, if I begin coughing up any internal organs, you’ll be the first one I inform.”

“This isn’t a joke!”

There is something like fear glinting in Thor’s eye, wild and desperate, and it’s such a naked expression Loki has to look away.

A hum vibrates through the air and brings with it the faint smell of ozone.

They’re both silent for a long moment.

“I know what you are thinking,” Loki murmurs finally. “And I am not trying to die.”

“Aren’t you?”

The words are bitter, and brutal, and they hit Loki like a punch to the gut.

But more than anything there’s anger.

“Perhaps next time you’d prefer it if I let the building burn down while I pour myself some wine and watch?”

“That’s not what I – ”

“If I don’t help, I must not care. If I do, I must be trying to kill myself - make up your mind.” Thor moves at the edge of his vision but before he can say anything, Loki goes on: “What do you want from me, Thor?”

It comes out far closer to a plea than he intended, and Loki shuts his eyes.

“I want you to stay,” Thor tells him, voice wavering. “I want to know you are safe.”

Loki huffs a laugh, but there’s no humor in it.

He says nothing, and when Thor speaks again there’s an anger in his voice, too. “Do you truly wish so badly to see Valhalla?”

This startles Loki so much he opens his eyes and looks over at Thor. Now that is funny.

“Frost giants do not go to Valhalla,” Loki says, tone dripping with disdain. “And even if they did, I have not exactly put together a compelling application for it, now have I?”

Thor looks stricken. “You don’t really believe that…” he asks. “Do you?”

He sounds thoroughly wounded, and there is a vicious part of Loki that is glad.

“Stop being a child, Thor. It’s not something either of us can change, and it is not simply what I believe. It is true. You should know - we were both raised with the same stories of the Jotnar…”

Loki digs his fingers viciously into the cool earth.

“We were raised to believe many things,” Thor says quietly. “Many of them have turned out not to be true.”

Loki doesn’t reply, willing the subject to drop.

Thinking of the frost giants too deeply always makes him feel like he’s crawling out of his skin.

“Why didn’t you call for help?” Thor demands after a pause.

Loki bristles and allows his next words to sound as dangerous as he feels. “Have you forgotten what I am capable of?”

“No,” Thor counters, “I haven’t. Which is why I’m left wondering why you went inside that building at all.” His gaze is hard, jaw working and shoulders drawn tense.

“I assumed you’d prefer it if the town hall was still part of the town,” Loki deadpans.

“Stop it, brother - you could have put out that fire with a thought! Or else if you were too spent one of the Vala would have aided you. If Heimdall hadn’t seen – ”

“And I’m the one who’s called dramatic – ”

“STOP! Just - stop.”

The smell of ozone sharpens and the hair on the back of Loki’s neck stands on end. There’s an audible crackle in the air. Thor doesn’t rise, but there’s something about it all that makes him appear larger all of a sudden. As forbidding as - or perhaps more than - Odin ever had been.

Loki is reminded all over again why he has always, in one way or another, feared his brother.

It’s only after several heartbeats that Loki realizes his own hands have started to rise in defense, faint trails of green swirling around his fingertips.

Thor sees this and presses his lips together, his good eye widening a fraction before he forces himself to calm. The crackling fades. Loki warily lowers his hands to his knees, eyeing Thor who appears tightly strung as a bow pulled to the end of its limit.

Then Thor goes slack, the fight going out of him, and he slumps forward to drop his head into his hands. He breathes like that for a while, deep and even, while Loki watches and wishes to be anywhere else.

After long minutes in which the only sound is the lapping waters of the fjord, Thor lifts his head to meet Loki’s gaze. His eye is glassy, his voice thick as he pleads, “Tell me how to help you.”

Loki swallows, fighting the numbness creeping up through his fingers and toes. Tries to make his throat work.

“I don’t know,” he finally admits on a whisper.

He has never even been able to understand how to help himself. How to fix whatever it is inside him that twists up and turns inward like a viper striking its own hide and makes it so all he can hear is I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.

Thor does not look surprised at his answer, but the lines of his face seem to deepen. Cautiously, he reaches for Loki and settles a warm hand at the back of his neck. Squeezes gently.

Loki’s eyes burn. He wants to throw the touch from his skin. He wants Thor to promise never to leave.

“Will you come back to the house with me?”

Loki breathes in through his nose. His feet are cold and half-numb, and he doesn’t think he would mind sitting here forever at the top of a cliff.

“I’ll make dinner,” Thor promises, “and we can have a drink.”

Loki takes another breath.

Slowly, he nods.

“Thank you,” says Thor, the thread of relief unmistakable.

Loki allows his brother to pull him to his feet and they set off together down the sloping grass toward their village.

Loki will walk back home.

He will let Thor make him a meal.

That is all he needs to do for the moment, he assures himself.

For now, this is all he needs to do.

#whumptober2023 #no.1 #lyric #safety net #quote #marvel #mcu #loki #thor #fic #references to depression #discussion of suicidal ideation #solv fic

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