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littlekidsteve · 3 years

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To lay him to rest.

(This was requested)

Jason Todd x antiheroine!reader. (Past Rick Flag x reader)

Word-1207

Warnings- violence, mentions of blood, past character death, gun uses, angst, the suicide squad spoilers, brief mention of alcohol.

A/n- this is dedicated to @sillysunshinesstuff who wanted to see some softer more human Jason Todd. This beta read so sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes. Likes are always welcomed and reblogs are welcomed too (if you want to.)

There was nothing that filled your body with so much spite. So much hate.

Peacemaker. What a fucking name. A lie built on delusions of grandeur. A man warped by his own ideas of justice. A Stone cold murderer. Christopher smith was as good as dead and nothing was going to stop you from killing him.

News about ricks death got around fast. From The sweet rat girl to Harley, from Haley to you. Stabbed in the heart they said. Stabbed in the heart for trying to to the right thing. When he died he took a little bit of your soul with him.

You felt lonely.

You felt vengeful.

The night time air of the abandoned dock bites at your skin. The fight was taking too long- Something about Waller needing you in. she sent the wrong man to get you. Chris evaded everyone of your moves, he managed to slam you against an empty cargo box. You yelped in pain as you pushed him off you.

He grabbed you in a chokehold and squeezed your neck tight.

“Look, I can either bring you into waller dead or alive. Your choice.”

“I don’t care!” You jammed your elbow into his rib and he let you go. You growled as you lunged towards him.

You land A hard hit on the right side of his body knocking him to the floor with a hard grunt. You straddle his waist and continued your assault.

“This is for my love you sick bastard!” each word was punctuated with a strike to the face. Peacemaker started to cough up blood. A worried smirked graced his face only making you hit back harder.

“ I was only trying to do what was right.”

“No, " tears began to fall dampening your cheeks, ” you did as you were told with disregard to the lives you put at risk. You shouldn't be alive! You took him away from me!” you screamed in pain. Taking your gun from its holster you placed the barrel against his forehead.

“Goodbye peacemaker. Rot in hell.”

“(Y/N) No!”

You recognise that digitised voice from a mile away. You dragged Christopher by his neck, gripping it tight with the weapon still held to his skull.

“ step the fuck back Red hood." You spat.

“Don’t shoot hi-“ he didn’t get to finish his sentence.

“YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITE!” you point the gun a Jason then back at Christopher.

“Coming from the man who has a shoot first talk later policy. Tell me Red, how did it feel killing the joker?”

He went to open his mouth but he didn’t say anything so he shut it again.

“Exactly. He killed my love.”

“That wont bring him back though.”

“But how many more people will this man kill before he goes too far. I loved him Red. I loved rick and he stole him away. We were meant to settle down, have kids, grow old together but no.”

Memories flooded your mind.

it was a night like this one. The open bar was crowded and cramped but Jason and you had a place for yourself.

“Ok ok, what is Captain America really like?” Jason giggled with glee.

“Sam or Steve?” You asked.

“Sam Wilson.” He blushed. Really hard.

“He’s amazing and he would like you.” You giggle fondly at the mentioned of your captain.

It was rare to see Jason this relax- maybe it was the alcohol or maybe the conversation - either way It was rare that you both had a break at the same time.

No patrol, No missions just a night of dancing and endless shots.

Jason shook your shoulders erratically, ”Hey look Who it is."

Your head shot up. it was him.

Colonel Flag.

Jason introduced you to Colonel Flag a few months ago after being on a mission with the lesser known task force z.

Your first introduction was brief and professional, he only knew you as code name: Poison Oak , but as you met him your heart stopped in its place. You swore you’ve never met a man more handsome in your life. Tall, rugged, dark blue eyes. Everything about him screamed perfect.

Jason snapped you out of your train of thought, “Are you going to talk to him or undress him with your eyes?”

You rolled your eyes and pulled at the pale patch of his hair earning you a Yelp from Jason.

You waltz over to him with your cocktail in hand.

“Do you come here often Colonel Flag?”

“Well only after near death experiences Poison Oak.” He chuckled taking a swig of his own drink.

“It’s (Y/N).” You said quickly.

“Thats a pretty name for a pretty gal. Call me Rick.” He took your hand and gently placed a kiss on your knuckles.

Jason whooped and hollered. You both laughed.

“Lets go dancing sir.”

That was two years ago. Life changed for the both of you. From strength to strength. From every night of passion and love to every fight and tear shed. your love became stronger and stronger.

You went from mercenary to field agent, field agent to avenger. You even joined him on a few missions as Wallers go to hire.

He always joked that being an avenger must been boring if you joined the suicide squad willingly. But never once did he treat you differently. He treated you with love and respect. He was your equal and he was your love.

It never failed to make you smile.

The rain began to pour down. The pain hurts you greatly.

“ I miss him Red. It hurts so much." You cried.

Jason took of his helmet. His voice now soft and unmasked.

“I know, but shooting dick bag over there wont bring him back. Rick wouldn't want this for you. He wouldn't want to see you in pain. I don’t want to see you in pain.”

Christopher groaned out in agony.

“I used to kill for a living Red so why would I stop now?” Jason saw too much of himself in you. All his anger and all his grief. He loved you enough to not let you ruin the good thing you have now.

“Because your not that person any longer (Y/N). You’re an avenger. you do whats right. I know you can carry Rick’s legacy forward and i know He loved you to the very end. I have no doubts about it.”

He looked at you with regret. With tearful eyes.

“Please. Please come home.”

You dropped peacemakers body to the ground along with the gun and ran over to Jason and hugged him.

You began to sob uncontrollably as Jason held you close. Allowing a few stray tears to fall too. The rain baptised you, slowly washing away the blood and pain off your body.

Jason lulled you back and fourth as you cried.

After awhile you calmed down. You looked back at Peacemaker and with one last bit of spite you said, “count your days Chris.” And walk away.

You knew you couldn't bring your lover back. But as long as you had your friend you knew you could begin the process of mourning, of healing. hopefully, one day you can lay him to rest.

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taechaos · 3 years

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Can we have some jealous/sweet smut with textbook love couple?🥲 like I guess OC was wearing an outfit that was a little short and some guy was checking her out and trying to get at her but she didn’t even realize it and Jungkook gets mad and you know😏

this really went off the fucking rails 😷

"I don't see the point in you coming, we just go there to get high."

"Maybe she wants to try it," Taehyung shrugs before looking up from his phone with a mischievous grin. "What if she's secretly a freak–"

"I'm not, I just–" you sigh, reluctant to reveal your intentions behind wanting to tag along with Jungkook to a frat party. His reason is clear: his body is craving another drug trip. Yours is unknown to them, and you purse your lips where you stand uncomfortably in the student lounge. Why would such a motivated student go out on a school night to get influenced? Oh, no reason, just want to damage my organs because YOLO, right? "I want to spend time with you," you simply reason to your unwilling boyfriend.

Jungkook clicks his tongue, an indication of an incoming refusal, "It's a crackhouse with live softcore porn, and I know for a fact you'd hate it there. Remember last time?"

The issue is that you do remember last time, and also the time that you weren't there. Much like a fairytale, it ended happily both times, but the beginnings were rocky—and you didn't want to miss out on that chapter before jumping to the end. It ruins the tale.

"It's okay sugar tits, I give you permission," Taehyung says while playing a mobile game with his tongue sticking out, unaware of the stares he's getting in response.

"The fuck did you just call her?"

"I'm not asking for permission," you roll your eyes and put your hands on your hips to assert the tiniest bit of dominance on Jungkook who you hover over. The two men are relaxed in their seats while you're tense from knowing you're going to have to rebel against Jungkook. He isn't going to give in. "I will come."

"No, no you won't," is his plain and casual command. You send him a subtle glare but he merely raises a brow, as if challenging you to retaliate.

"You're not her dad, dude. If she wants to come, she will," his friend chimes in defensively.

"Thank you," you point at him with wide eyes.

"First of all, you're not even a part of this conversation," he tells Taehyung. "Secondly, I'm looking out for you as your boyfriend," he gives you a pointed look. "Thirdly, not her dad? Wouldn't you beg to differ." The suggestive hint makes your face flush in embarrassment, and his wink worsens it.

"Excuse–"

"You told me not to tell him!" The discussion ends when you march out of the lounge to cool off your heated skin along with your high nerves. This relationship did begin when you didn't take no for an answer, so what's the harm in doing it again?

—————

The night you lost your virginity, it was autumn and easy to figure out what to wear for a party: warm and cozy with some charming color. It's spring now, and a little more difficult to decide on what to wear without looking like a "high school girl" as Jungkook often describes your outfits.

Your roommate is more cultured in that field, and was kind enough to lend you her help.

Soyeon racks her eyes over your closet with a hand over her chin, elbow crossing her stomach as leverage for her other arm. Nothing is exactly screaming out sexy to her, and unless it's a cosplay gathering, your wardrobe needs more diversity; dressing shirts, skater skirts and knee highs are out of the question.

You wait to hear her thoughts while shifting in your seat on your bed until she quietly giggles. "And I thought I was conservative." She cranes her neck to you, not moving from her position depending on your answer, "Do you want to borrow my clothes instead? They're more... suitable?"

You nod. "Sure. I mean— if you don't mind."

You trust your friend to take care of the clothing portion, and it's with a few cringing "ehhh"s and "mmm"s that you are satisfied with the outcome of this minor quest.

A thin black turtleneck with unnecessarily long sleeves cover your knuckles like sweater paws, and the fabric hugs your torso tightly but ends just below your belly button. Soyeon found a solution to your discomfort with the slight exposure of your stomach by matching it with high waisted denim shorts and nude pantyhose. It's chilly at night, so it's the perfect outfit: doesn't stand out and fits in just right. You don't look like a high school girl nor a nun.

You kept your only concern to yourself because it's not much of a big deal, but it bothers you that the denim shorts don't reach your knees. By your standards, it's a little... inappropriate, but your roommate assures you that it's a common choice in this occasion. You let it slide.

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Your worries of being too early faded the moment you stood before the frat house that boomed with music and flashed with violet. You don't know the time code for parties, but you must be late considering the crowd inside. People are chattering loudly when you squirm past them, but there's enough space in the living room for you to breathe. No softcore porn or crack yet. Not many are dancing either. It seems all good here.

However, the search must go on because Jungkook is nowhere to be found in the living room. You hear deep howls from the kitchen and it piques your attention, prompting you to look there next. You can only hope Jungkook's not high yet, or has a girl on his lap.

When you walk in, the kitchen that is remarkably smaller than the living room is filled with men taking shots from the center counter, and Jungkook leaning against the other counter surrounding the walls with a joint in his hand. You stand still in the doorway, suddenly nervous of his reaction, but relieved that he's alone nonetheless.

He inhales a deep breath and the small smile on his face falters when his redshot eyes drag themselves onto you. He stands straight once you lock gazes, and you grin at him before he shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw. You unconfidently strut over to him, reaching his side in only a few seconds as he glares at you.

Only a syllable comes out of his mouth before his attention diverts from you to another guy nearby in a flash. "Hey, eyes off," he calmly demands the man behind you. You glance at him when he raises his hands before looking elsewhere. You presume that's sign language for backing off, and your shoulder blades move awkwardly at the guess of what he might've been looking at. "What the hell are you doing here?" he brings your focus back onto him.

"I wanted to check up on you," you lean into him to not yell out your words.

"Check up on me?" He's incredulous. "Do you realize where you are? You shouldn't be here."

The moment is interrupted when Namjoon and Taehyung enter the scene, and you stop gnawing on your inner cheek. You don't have any answers you want to tell him, and your muscles relax when Jungkook's friends notice you.

"Oh shit," Taehyung smiles widely, "you're actually here." He appears to be sober and you smile back at him. Namjoon on the other hand, is as high as a kite as he brings you into a light hug. Your eyes widen and you awkwardly pat his back, fixated on his dazed expression.

"I haven't seen you in so long," he says as he ruffles your hair. Jungkook slaps a hand over his face at the interaction and drags the skin with his fingers. "How have you been? Do you want a molly?"

"Dude," your boyfriend intervenes, annoyed. "Why are you back here?"

"Alcohol." Namjoon disappears behind you to search the fridge and cabinets and you look at Taehyung again. He's drinking in your awkward stance as he licks his lips while Jungkook takes another drag from his joint.

"Girl, you are fucked," he says when his eyes trail back to yours with a snort. "You came here in those clothes, when you have a boyfriend? Jungkookie, I have some bad news for you. Your cock isn't even satisfactor–"

"Seriously though," Jungkook tells you with furrowed brows, "why are you here? I told you not to come." His reaction is influenced by the weed, not so mad as he is confused by your rebellion without reason—you must have a cause for waltzing in here, especially after his warning.

You hum in discomfort and shift your weight onto your other foot. "I already told you..."

"Don't give me that bullshit–"

A yelp cuts off his words when you jolt forward from a slap to your bottom. It wasn't a hard hit, but the surprise factor has you throwing yourself on Jungkook. Taehyung's jaw drops while your boyfriend barely reacts.

"If that isn't the cutest ass I've ever seen," the culprit chuckles without taking his eyes off your butt. He's almost slurring his words, and his lopsided grin doesn't seem intentional; he must feel too numb to form a full smile. You watch him in disbelief much like Taehyung. "You got any coke?"

"She's taken, man–" he takes on the peacemaker role, but it's futile when Jungkook gently removes your arm from his chest and walks forward to the stumbling man.

"Oh, my ba–" his face scrunches in confusion when his cheeks are grabbed and squished, leaving his mouth gaping. You peek from above Jungkook's shoulder to see him raising his joint before stubbing the burning tip onto the man's tongue. A scream resounds in the overcrowded room when it makes contact, and you fall back into Taehyung's arms while the deafeningly loud music tries to drown out the pained sounds. It's barbaric.

"Ah, shit," he pushes you to the side and pulls back Jungkook, who's still abnormally calm. The whole situation feels surreal, and it seems as if no one realizes this isn't a dream.

The man stops struggling against Jungkook's hold when he's released and falls to the ground, crawling back while sucking his teeth. He's whimpering and afraid. "I didn't know," he speaks with a lisp, pathetically begging, "I apologized! I-I'm sorry!"

You cautiously take a few steps back, almost like you're trying to flee the scene, but it just seems like a good idea to avoid Jungkook's temper right now. Just as you're about to turn around and sprint, you're held back by a hand on your shoulder. No words are exchanged when you're dragged away, a bruising grip on your forearm as you stumble out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

"Some fucking deja vu, huh?" your boyfriend fumes, basically shouting out his words without glancing at you to notice your struggles to keep up with his pace.

Lunatic Jungkook: Unlocked.

You trust sober Jungkook to not hurt you when he's angry, but after seeing him commit such a painful act, it's more than reasonable why you're currently terrified of him while he's high. To think you were so comfortable with him earlier because he's high. His calmness makes him all the more unpredictable, and you're unnerved when he shoves you inside a random bedroom. Some reversed deja vu.

"I'm going to ask you again: why the fuck did you come here?" The only attack is with his eyes that send daggers at you, but you keep your guard up in fear of what he'll do. You have to tread lightly.

"I was worried what would happen if I wasn't here with you." Honesty is your only approach in this instance because when he's glaring at you like that, it conveys that he doesn't want to hear any more of your ludicrous excuses.

He rolls his hand, gesturing you to continue. You're nervously forcing out your words, "I didn't, um... know how you would act around other women while you're on drugs when I'm not around." When his face falls into monotone, you defend yourself, still tense, "Last time, you kissed Soyeon and before that, another girl! I-I had my reasons..." Your voice grows smaller, just like how you feel under his gaze. Your eyes flicker to your shoes.

"And those shorts?"

At your silence, he takes a few steps towards you and leans into your face, slightly bending to level with your height. He tugs on the hem of your shorts harshly, emitting a flinch from you. You don't return his stare. "What the fuck are these? You're stupid enough to come here, but coming here in these shorts? Are you okay?" He taps your cheek, encouraging you to look up at him, but it's both humiliating and intimidating. "I know you're not a slut, baby, but why are you so adamant on acting like one?"

"I wanted to fit in," is your weak defence in a mumble, gaze still downcast. You shouldn't feel so ashamed.

"No, you told me you wanted to make sure I wasn't cheating," he counters. "Don't fucking twist things now. You didn't need to dress up to see if I was fucking someone else."

Your round eyes shoot up in panic at whatever he's insinuating, "I didn't want you to realize how paranoid I was."

"So this was your grand idea?"

"Ah," you groan, just wanting this argument to end already. You know what he's thinking: "I was stupid. I didn't learn my lesson, and I ended up hurting someone because I'm stupid."

You release a relieved breath when he gives you distance to sit on the twin sized bed. He's facing you as he says, "When I tell you not to do something, you don't do it. I'm not trying to dictate you, you understand that, right?" You meekly nod and clamp your mouth shut when he continues, "You pull this shit again, I'm going to hurt someone else again. Simple as that. I don't care if they did anything, I'll hurt them as long as it gets you to listen to me."

"Okay," you exhale, shyly walking between his legs at his beckon. You tower him, but it's not helping your confidence as he places his hands on your hips.

"Okay," he whispers back as he plays with the waistline of your shorts. A moment of silence passes, and you allow yourself to calm down enough to sit on his lap and lay your head on his shoulder. "I like the high school girl look better on you."

You sheepishly grin but decide not to respond for the safety of your friend. He pulls on your pantyhose and it slaps against your thigh when he releases it.

"Do you forgive me?"

"Can't stay mad at you," he murmurs before pecking your lips. It's you who leans back in to extend the kiss, and he responds gently. It ends when he chuckles, "Passive smoking, hm? You feeling okay?"

You nod and lock lips again, his hand soothingly rubbing the side of your thigh when you clasp your hands behind his neck. Maybe he's right, maybe you did get a buzz from the secondhand exposure, but it doesn't influence your actions as you lower one hand to his chest. It just happens to fall on his crotch.

"Mm," he pulls away with a suppressed laugh, "you're actually high? Your hands just got a mind of their own."

"Then tie them," you offer in a breath. His brows shoot up, but his surprise doesn't prevent him from unbuckling his belt singlehandedly.

"A bondage kink? Who are you and what did you do to my nerdy girlfriend?" His joke emits a small laugh from you but his smile falters once his belt is in his hand. "Take your shirt off first."

It's no longer a guess when you slip out of the turtleneck in a flash; you are under some spell when you stand and hold your wrists together. The leather grazes your skin and sends delighted tingles down your spine.

"I hope I'm not going fucking crazy and hallucinating this," you hear him whisper behind you. A laugh escapes you and interrupts his internal monologue, and the buckle is clasped. "Now for the shorts..."

He stands up, pressing himself against you and peeking from your shoulder to undo the button of your denim shorts. You can feel his erection grinding against you when he tugs them down to falll at your ankles. You step out of the garment and turn around. When he gets out of your way, he gestures you to lie down and your hands are pressing against your back when you do so.

You watch him take his short off before straddling you and leaning down for another kiss. It's merely foreplay; he cups your clothed pussy and runs his hand down up and down, prompting you to sigh into him. He bites your bottom lip just as he slips his fingers past your underwear, murmuring against your lips, "Can you take me right now?"

"I think so," you shy. "I want to."

"Good," he sighs and removes his hand to massage his erection while undressing you completely. "I think... this is a better lesson."

"For what?"

"You don't know?" he pushes the cup of your bra to pinch your nipple mercilessly, and he hears your pain through your small scream. "A guy got burnt for no reason then?"

"No, no, I know," you gasp when he twists your sensitive nub, "because I'm stupid and I shouldn't have ignored you." Your back lifts off the mattress when you clench your teeth to suppress another scream. Despite your bounds hands, it's him talking down on you that renders you submissive.

"Mhm," he's condescending in his speech, "he did something wrong, but so did you, right? This is just the consequences of your actions, isn't it?"

It's his stinging touch that makes you agree to whatever he says, and you whine, "Yes!"

That's the only confirmation he needs to push his jeans down to his thighs along with his briefs, and your now bare pussy shies away from his cock by bending your knees. He pushes your legs even closer to you, and your efforts went against your intention by exposing yourself to him completely now. "You're so pretty," he admires with slight awe, "but I can't be shallow... You don't deserve to treated well."

His words make you shutter; you didn't do anything that wrong, but you aren't courageous enough to voice your thoughts. Everything he's told you today have turned out right, so he knows better to make that call. You stay unresponsive, head turned to the side to avoid his fierce gaze.

"No, you should hurt as much as he did," he mutters to himself as he trails a finger down your folds. You shiver and his gaze travels to your shy one. "What? Are you scared?"

You are unconfident with your denial, "No."

"Look at me then."

It's with a deep inhale that you glance at him, and your breath is caught in your throat when he shoves himself inside. Your whimpers resound brokenly in the bedroom where the bass of the music drowns it out. You feel the vibrations, but it doesn't serve as a distraction and you're aware that Jungkook can pick up your pained noises. He's simply ignoring you, but you can't dwell on the thought when he lets you adjust for a few seconds only before ramming into you. Your whines aren't enough for him, after all, what's a better indication of pain than a scream of agony?

His thrusts are out of rhythm, but quick and rough nonetheless as his hands push you deeper into the mattress as if to hold you down before taking your nipple in his mouth—more specifically between his teeth to bite.

"Jungkook!" It's not a gentle bite, and you know it wasn't meant to be, but you try to squirm away nonetheless. Your flight instinct is futile because his strength overpowers yours, keeping you in place with his palms while you struggle and cry.

"No more, please!" You wail when he finally sits up, and he watches you bounce back and forth due to the force of his thrusts. It's so pleasing, especially your moans, but mixed with your bitching... it's irritating.

He grunts, the sound bordering on a growl before he says, "You deserve worse."

"I don't! I didn't do anything." Your protests fall on deaf ears, or rather ears that need you to shut up. He wraps his hand around your neck in a chokehold, daring you to speak with his grip as he moans through a bit lip.

"Your ass was hanging out in a room filled with men," he speaks in between moans while you gasp to catch your breath, sounds of pleasure getting suck in your throat when he slams deep enough to hit your sensitive spot. "You didn't listen to me! Ah..."

Your windpipe is getting crushed the tighter his grip gets, and your cheeks start to flush until he drops his hand to lift your hips, spanking you while you wheeze. "You want attention that bad?" His words are mere gasps when he starts to lose himself, now gripping your waist to match his thrusts for you.

"Only yours," you muster out as your eyes roll to the back of your skull, letting him do all the work while you get closer to your climax.

"Lying whore." He slaps your tit before completely concentrating on his release, inching closer and closer by the second teasingly. It builds up in his stomach, and his abs contract and tense while he pistons his cock inside you faster, not drained enough to get sloppy just yet. It's when a loud moan resounds in the room, reducing to pants with slow drags of his length. "God, yes..."

You feel it when he cums, painting your walls white and warming up your insides, and he rubs your clit so fast that it has you seeing stars in mere seconds. It's so quick, the high, and your moan is music to his ears; he's too spent to enjoy it any longer before he collapses next to you.

"Fuck, please let me tie you up again," he breathes while you recover from the euphoric sensation he brought you by twitching and seeing white. You're panting when his hand falls on your stomach.

"Please... I'll be nicer if you let me. Hm?"

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sometipsygnostalgic · 2 years

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..... She-ra characters as Homestuck music?

I haven't listened regularly to homestuck music for years, this is not going to be easy.

I will try, desperately, failingly, to stick to one song per character.

Adora: Red Disc. Adora and Dave strider are basically the same character having been groomed as child fighters into a heroic destiny that they really don’t want. The difference is Adora originally falls for this grooming but Dave’s always aware that it’s fucked up. This theme also suits Adora for its intensity and wonder - it is oozing with Heroic Destiny and Self Sacrifice!!! These poor kids need a hug.

Glimmer: Aggrievance. Glimmer and Shadow Weaver (and Micah) have a lot in common with Rose, but for Glimmer, I’m using one of Rose’s earliest themes. Back when she was a rebellious teenager who overinflated her mummy issues, but also had a bit of a dark side. I think Rose and Glimmer also go through almost identical growth!

Bow: Love You - Feferi’s theme from Volume 8. To be honest I was stuck on what I was going to give Bow, I couldn’t think of any relaxed guitar themes in Homestuck, but I bumped into THIS, and honestly? It fits!! Bow and Feferi are also misguided peacemakers. There may be better, but none of Jade or Karkat’s themes feel like Bow to me.

Catra: MeGaLoVaNia. Okay, it's guitars, it plays when Vriska is making terrible decisions. What further explanation do you need? Alright, alright, I'll give her a second theme - Killed by 8r8k Spider. The complete CHAOS that happens during this scene in the comic, with Vriska facing off against Meenah in the desert while they get bombarded by what would become Vriska's army of ghosts, it's soooo Catra. I am happy with this choice!!!

Scorpia: Jade Sylph. You may be surprised with why I have chosen such a moody song for Scorpia, but like with the Unova Elite 4 theme I picked out, I think this suits her after she's awakened as a Princess. Kanaya is very powerful, the only character able to cut down plot armor, and the mom friend of the team, unafraid to annihilate people who harm her friends. An alternate Scorpia theme is my namesake: Pumpkin Party in Sea Hitler's Water Apocalypse. Like Roxy, Scorpia's a cheery girl who had her heritage taken from her by a tyrant.

Entrapta: Terezi's Theme. Because theyre both my faves Because Terezi's theme has two parts - the intimidating harpsichord of judgement, followed by a very hopeful "Alternia" rendition - intended to show Terezi with and without her scary mask. It fits Entrapta's bifurcated mad scientist presentation well, how she appears to be uncaring and evil but is actually the softest character. Also it shares instruments with her in-universe theme? Toby commentary on this piece:

Hordak: Eridan's Theme. Mostly this is because I've been joking about it with @kan-rezi for weeks, but honestly? It fits. As does any industrial music in homestuck.

But alternatively - listen to Ugly Story, a song about Eridan's heartbreak over Feferi, and tell me it doesn't scream of either Catra or Hordak in season 4.

Just a COUPLE of the MANY lyrics that apply hardcore to Hordak (but also Catra) from this fansong:

Shadow Weaver: Orchid Horror. Rose Lalonde's Act 6 theme. Rose being a power-hungry a mage who fell from light into the darkness of horrorterrors, only to lose that dark power and end up as a solid informant. I FUCKING LOVE Rose, so I suppose this is a high compliment to Shadow Weaver vs poor Hordak who I have given the incel Eridan song. But yknow, if the glove fits...

Horde Prime: English. They are both a terrifying, egoistic, manchild force far greater than our heroes could have imagined, unleashed on the world by their own actions. The song I’ve used here is from the infamous Lord English introduction flash. I think it fits the end of season 4 nicely in particular, where he zaps up Hordak, Glimmer, and Catra, and just trashes whatever war they were having before to invade Etheria, much like how the HS characters abandoned the conflicts in their session to escape the Scratch and figure out how to end English

I haven’t really got anyone else.

#she ra #homestuck

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fincalinde · 3 years

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What do you consider essential traits/habits/personality for writing lxc?

This is a really interesting question. Part of the fun of fanfiction is seeing all the different directions a character can be nudged in without violating their core traits, so 'essential LXC' is something I've thought about in depth.

I could list some of LXC's more obvious traits here, like the fact that he's kind and gentle and treats everyone around him with respect. He is very supportive of his loved ones, and respects their choices even when he worries about them. He had a lonely childhood but despite having only one or two friends in adulthood seems content with a few close relationships and doesn't seek out further friendships. He has a playful sense of humour that comes out with his close friends and family, e.g. his teasing of LWJ and NMJ, and his little teacher-student game with JGY. But instead I think I want to dig into his underlying principles and how they should be accounted for when writing him.

LXC is a peacemaker, but he seeks compromise in an active way rather than in a passive 'both sides' way, and the times at which he steps back and chooses not to intervene are the times when he judges that his intervention would make the situation worse. He is a good, kind person and his reputation and the opinions of those close to him bear that out. But there's also a lot going on behind LXC's gentleness and kindness that needs to be accounted for. Specifically, that when his options narrow he is capable of making hard choices.

LXC spends a lot of time listening to others: we see it in the source material, and we're explicitly told by the narrative that it is extremely unusual for him to interrupt anyone. This isn't just because LXC is a lovely polite person. It's because he wants to understand others. And that's not because he wants to get to know everyone, since as established the only close relationships he has in canon are with his brother, NMJ, JGY and to a lesser extent NHS. But LXC is very, very interested in motive and context. While consequences obviously matter to him, he also places huge weight on intentions. And in order to know someone's intentions—well, you have to listen to them. All this comes to the surface during the temple sequence, in which we get a really good look at what LXC thinks and how he behaves in a scenario where there are no good options.

There's no disputing LXC's goodness, but when writing him I do my best not to depict him as too naive or oblivious when faced with difficult decisions. He spends almost the entirety of canon lacking key information through no fault of his own, but once he is presented with an indication that there might be something wrong he actively seeks evidence and investigates. He is accused of naivety by JGY when he suggests that JGY could simply have broken off his engagement with QS and avoided that particular pitfall, but that is during what can definitely be described as a stressful moment, and I wouldn't necessarily take it as a definitive statement on LXC's naivete or lack thereof. Yes at the temple LXC is grappling for other courses of action that JGY could (should) have taken, but that's his initial kneejerk reaction to some pretty horrific revelations. For example, when JGY points out that LXC's proposed alternative (not marrying QS) would have led to disaster, LXC acknowledges this and accepts that JGY had to marry her. Where JGY is able to put forward a logical assertion as to why he committed terrible acts, arguing that they were the least bad of a litany of bad options, LXC is able to accept his reasoning.

This is actually one of my favourite things about LXC: he is in theory prepared to accept anything as long as the justification is convincing enough. When JGY lists all of his supposed crimes and says to LXC that LXC knows him and knows he wouldn't have done any of those things without a good reason, LXC relaxes. At this point LXC believes JGY has orchestrated not only mass murder, but patricide, fratricide, the murder and dismemberment of his sworn brother, the suicide of his sister-wife, and also the infanticide of his own son (some of these untrue or ambiguous, but this is the info LXC currently has). And yet LXC's reaction is not 'there is no possible justification for this'. He is ready and willing to hear JGY out, because if JGY truly had good intentions then that changes everything. It's not a pass to immediate trust and forgiveness, but for LXC it is absolutely crucial.

And we do indeed see LXC agreeing with much of JGY's reasoning. His main source of distress by the time of the temple is the needless cruelty of the patricide and the needless mass murder attempt at the Burial Mounds; essentially, it lies where JGY cannot or does not justify himself to LXC's satisfaction. Where JGY is able to lay out a case that he had no other options, LXC is right there with him. He might not be happy about it, but he follows JGY's reasoning. That's what I think is vital when writing LXC: there is a certain naivety to him in that he finds it impossible to come up with drastic solutions of his own accord (see above and his unworkable suggestion re: JGY breaking off his engagement to QS), but if they are outlined to him and he is logically convinced as to why it is the best of a list of bad options, he will be on board. So LXC can be written as committing or endorsing quite terrible acts if they are placed in a context where the alternatives are worse.

That's what happens the moment LXC stabs JGY, in fact. In that moment, according to all the information LXC has, to follow through on his promise and kill JGY is the option that will cause the least amount of pain and damage overall. He doesn't put JGY's life or even his own devastation over doing what he believes to be the best thing for everyone else.

So, when I'm writing LXC, I'm constantly asking myself the same questions LXC asks himself in canon: what is the kindest thing to do here? Is the kindest thing to do nothing? Is the kindest thing, in fact, to do something awful—as long as it's less awful than any of the alternatives? As long as I'm satisfied I can answer those questions, then I feel like I'm generally on the right track.

#sailuncharted #ask #roquen meta

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crystal-jellies · 2 years

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2. What kind of emotions do the stars evoke for you, if any? The ocean, the sky, the moon?

6. If you have siblings, are you similar to them, and in what ways? If you don't, do you think growing up with siblings would have changed your personality in any way?

4. Who's the most important person in your life right now? Why?

25. A classic - would you rather know the date of your death or the way you die? Would you rather know when you die or when your closest loved one dies?

24. Does your name suit you? Do you think you "look" like your name?38. Who do you miss, if anyone?

58. Do you regret a lot of your choices?

96. What is the worst thing about your favourite person and the best thing about your least favourite person?

100. What do you want an answer to?

2. What kind of emotions do the stars evoke for you, if any? The ocean, the sky, the moon?

the stars… they’re not always out where i live so i get excited of course and then there’s the strong sense of fascination and the whole concept of stars is just interesting. also, my fundamental insignificance in the world is kind of comforting? the ocean just makes me excited. like that’s a lot of water and it’s so so much fun to wade in deep and get pulled into the waves and survive by sheer luck because you can’t actually swim. also the dull roar of the ocean is so comforting.. like it’s nice to be be here… the sky makes me feel sort of blissful and relaxed, i’ll look up and cloudgaze and it reminds me of lying on the fake grass of the football field and with my friend hoping our teacher doesn’t catch us… the moon is just amazing. i’m genuinely obsessed with the moon. nobody makes me swoon quite like the full moon does. and crescent moons remind me of eid and ramadan which is really exciting cause that’s coming up. but yes i don’t know what it is about the moon but it captivates me entirely.

6. If you have siblings, are you similar to them, and in what ways? If you don't, do you think growing up with siblings would have changed your personality in any way?

yeah i have two sisters. an older one and a younger one so i am actually the middle child. surprise! i’m not actually the eldest desi (never said i was) my older sister is older by not even two years, so she and i were actually raised as twins more than older and younger sister. my younger sister is four years younger than me but emotionally, even more. she’s taller than i am actually and will probably grow even more. she was babied so so much so she acts younger and more immature than she is. i feel like we’re all stereotypes of the birth order theory. responsible, mature, hardworking older sister with anxiety. brotherly, sarcastic, peacemaker middle child with depression. immature, sweet, drama queen little sister with anger issues. we’re close in a way that i speak to them all the time but after my older sister moved abroad for med school we hadn’t talked for a while idk why but when we do we just start from where we left off. my little sister is needy i do everything for her lately as the substitute eldest daughter since my sister moved and she talks so. damn. much. she does not understand the concept of alone time or anything she’s kind of insufferable but not in a baaad way. she has gastrointestinal issues that seems like a common little sister she never listens to me especially when my parents say doing this is your responsibility which is annoying but we’re fine i guess. i’m not a very good sister because she always wants to hang out but i want to withdraw so she gets annoyed. but yeah we’ve made a pact to never argue over property and that’s something.

4. Who's the most important person in your life right now? Why?

ehhhh idek. i literally can not answer this pls help. i don’t know.

25. A classic - would you rather know the date of your death or the way you die? Would you rather know when you die or when your closest loved one dies?

the date so i could do all i wanted before then. if it’s soon then stop worrying about trivial things cause i’m gonna die soon. if not than go skydiving and bungee jumping and put myself in risky situations cause i’m not gonna dieeee (worst case scenario i’m badly injured lol) and just live for a bit i guess. um i’d probably want to know when i die because idek if i’ll ever have a closest loved one lol

24. Does your name suit you? Do you think you "look" like your name?

my real name fits my face. like sound it out and you can tell it looks like me, if that makes sense? however the meaning does not fit at all. like one interpretation that may fit means bunch of roses and i love roses (i keep a small brass vase of dead roses on my vanity, i drink an ungodly amount of rose tea, and if someone gave me a deep red rose i would die) but the real meaning according to my mother is clarity. like that is so funny no. clarity? don’t know her.

38. Who do you miss, if anyone?

this is gonna sound dumb but i miss myself. i miss when i had big dreams and was excited for the future and i miss when i knew myself and what i’m feeling and i miss when i liked myself and had hope that things would get better. i miss the me that was a genius and had so much potential. i miss everyone. i miss my grandma she was an angel. i miss @localunhingedgirl we’re almost never active at the same times. i miss my physics crush who sat next to me my teacher moved our seats. i miss my middle school best friend haven’t talked to her in a while but i still genuinely love her. i very much platonically miss my middle school crush he was funny and sweet. i miss my old english partner he was so hilarious lol. i miss the swing in my backyard i miss the library i haven’t gone there in a couple months i miss feeling at ease. i miss having nothing to do i miss being content i miss wanting to live i miss wearing pink all the time i miss explicitly not wearing pink i miss short sleeved shirts i miss the aquarium i miss everything omg.

58. Do you regret a lot of your choices?

BESTIE I REGRET ALL OF THEM. I THINK SO DEEPLY ABOUT OLD CHOICES NO. LIKE ALL THE TIME OMG.

96. What is the worst thing about your favourite person and the best thing about your least favourite person?

i don’t have a most favorite person. i’d say the best thing about my least favorite person is that they love me but that’s also the worst thing.

100. What do you want an answer to?

idk if this is what the question means, but i would like a list of every person to ever think i’m hot plus the reason that would be great lol such a confidence boost unless there are like 5 people that would be bad. and not just romantically like platonically too and in general like someone could say oh she’s hot for the stuff she reblogs and id be like omg ✨✨

#asks #ask games <3 #<3 #little jiya

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nagitoandkokichioneshots · 3 years

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Nagito X Reader comfort fic

Mod Mikan: So....I was craving a Nagito x Reader comfort fic and what better way to express my Nagito simp ass through writing a comfort story? I’ve had my fair share of dreaded surgeries throughout my life and since my SO irl has been there to comfort me, I thought I’d do the same for my fictional husbando. Ik this isn’t my best, I was kinda distracted today, but I still wanted to get this out. Enjoy! :)

Tw: Hospitals, waking up from surgery, some graphic human anatomy descriptions

“I’m scared, Nagito,” (Y/N) frowned, hugging their arms. Their nails dug into the fabric of the green jacket that belonged to Nagito. But really, it would be easier to call it (Y/N)’s jacket, considering how much Nagito let them wear it. He knew that it put them to ease and his scent and gentle touch would help them relax. He was surprised that someone like him would be able to calm down his precious ray of hope, but he wasn’t one to argue with them. After all, anything they wanted, Nagito would happily do everything he can for them

Speaking of Nagito, the white haired male brought his pale hand towards their cheek, brushing a stray lock of (H/C) hair behind their ear, his thumb stroking the plush skin. He flashed his typical gentle smile, taking in the warmth that radiated from the cheek underneath his skinny fingers, being absorbed into his poor insulated body temperature. God, how much he loved their warmth

“You have nothing to worry about, my hope. You’re so strong and so amazing. I know that you’re going to get through his surgery with ease. And I’ll be here for you when you wake up, okay?” His comforting words fell from his lips, the long thumb of his right hand never stopping the tender circles that were rubbing into (Y/N)’s skin. Nagito blushed, his green eyes darting away from his lover for a second, only to turn back to them to see their eased reaction. Nagito confessed he wasn’t the best at comforting people, but little did he realize that he was quite the peacemaker--especially when it came to his beloved hope

This statement was further proven when a similar kind smile tugged at (Y/N)’s lips, barely succeeding in holding back the sweet tears that had yet to break through the damn that was built between the tear ducts in their (E/C) eyes. They wrapped their arms around Nagito’s skinny frame, their smile pressing against his T-shirt. Nagito let out a small gasp, nevertheless, returned the hug by locking his arms around the love of his life

However, the hug was cut short as the swinging of double doors and soft thump of hospital booties signaled that the surgeon was finished preparing the operating room and ready for (Y/N) (L/N). She swiftly pulled her clipboard from the front of the room, tapping the patient on their shoulder. (Y/N) turned around to see the doctor that had yet to operate on them

“(Y/N) (L/N), I assume?” She asked her, earning a nod from them. She took this as a sign to continue with inviting them into the room “We are ready whenever you are. I am terribly sorry, but your boyfriend will have to wait outside until we are done,” She stated, receiving an identical nod from the previous one (Y/N) gave her. They turned back to Nagito, but before they could greet him off, he pressed a small kiss on their forehead, his patient smile never leaving his handsome features

“I’ll be waiting, my love. You’re gonna do so well, I know it. And after, I plan to spoil you rotten. But only if you allow someone like me the honors,” He winks, crossing his arms. (Y/N) just blushed, their flustered face approval enough for the luckster. With a shaky breath, (Y/N) made their way into the operating room, their heart thumping as if it would come out of their chest mixed with the nervousness from the upcoming operation and Nagito’s plans to make them feel better post surgery

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So it has come down to this

An hour later, the pale-skinned male was sitting on an empty chair in the waiting room. The area was relatively empty, allowing the other chairs to be free for Nagito to set the shopping bags down near him. He has brought a variety of jewelry, sweets, pillows, fuzzy blankets, stuffed animals, warm compresses, and even aroma therapy candles with felt candle holders for his hope once the operation was over. The clerk even gave him a shocked look, mixed with some confusion as he had trouble lugging all the bags into the waiting room

Then again, his purpose in life was to bring that over so hopeful smile he loved so much on his hope

The luckster knew exactly what his lover liked, so shopping didn’t take long. He was killing the remainder amount of time with reading a novel, smiling to himself. He was paying more attention to his own thoughts, rather than to the words on the page, if he was being honest

My hope is such a brave fighter. They’re gonna do great. And I can’t believe that I’ll be the one helping them recover after it. This is exciting! I--

“Komaeda-san?!”

The white-haired male was snapped out of his thoughts, turning his head to the doctor that rushed up to him. It wasn’t the same surgeon that showed (Y/N) into the operating room an hour ago, but judging from the similar scrubs he was wearing, it was safe to assume he was a part of the operating team that was performing the appendectomy

“Huh? What is it, sir?” Nagito asked the doctor, a worried expression plastered on his face. Some sweat was already rolling down from his forehead and temples, as he got up and held his hand out towards him. The doctor bit his lip, before replying with something that made the already unsettling atmosphere around drop even further

“It’s (L/N)-san. They...woke up during mid operation. They’re thrashing and panicking. If we can’t calm them down, we can’t reapply the anesthesia back on. You are their boyfriend, right? Please calm them down,” The doctor practically pleaded the last part with a hint of concern lacing his words. Nagito didn’t need to be told twice, as he just nodded, following the doctor inside the operating room. The Ultimate luckster hurriedly power walked towards the operating bed, and while his composure was typically calm and patient, it took all his willpower to suppress the paranoia that was flowing through his veins

“NAGITO!!!” A scream of his name flooded the operating room, as (Y/N)’s eyes fell upon their boyfriend, tears streaming down their face. The power walk that Nagito strutted previously quickly turned into running, as he rushed to his lover’s side, kneeling down. His long fingers swiped the fat tears that ran down their face, earning sniffles leaving their nostrils. He frowned, pressing delicate kisses on their forehead and temples. He pulled away after the short series of kisses, pressing his forehead against theirs, his hot brath fanning over their tear stained face

“Oh my hope. My love. My angel. Shush now, shhhh, calm down,” He cooed softly, bringing his whole hand up to repeat the process of stroking their cheek like he did prior to the operation. His heart almost cracked as he was given another set of sniffles and low whimpers of discomfort as (Y/N) expressed their dissatisfaction

“It hurts....It feels so p-painful, Nagito. I...I....” (Y/N)’s blubbering and stammering for a proper choice of words in the dire situation was stopped by Nagito hushing them, his hands rubbing their cheek up and down in an attempt to relax them

“I know, my hope, I know. They’re going to put the anesthesia back on, but you need to calm down for that, okay? Just breath. Listen to my heart and breath,” He took one of their hands that was sticking out from the hospital tarp and held it close to him. He squeezes their hand gently, bringing it to his lips to press a kiss on it. This earned a small smile to form on (Y/N)’s face, but only for a split second as they winced in pain and discomfort again. Nagito was internally beating himself up, believing his luck was the cause of them waking up

Because of you they’re hurting. All you do is hurt them. They sacrificed so much for you and asked for such little in return. And you put them in danger like this? This is how you repay them?

All these negative thoughts flooded Nagito’s mind, almost ready to burst out through his mouth and start self-deprecate himself, as expected. He knew how much you hated it when he talked down about himself, but there was nothing in his brain that told him “Now’s not the time”. He started to squeak out a sound that resembled an “I” but he was cut off my the doctors motioning for him to talk to them. Nagito shook his head from what he was going to say to planting one last kiss on (Y/N)’s hand

“I’ll be right back, (Y/N). Try to breath,” He cooed, going over the doctor. The same surgeon that informed Nagito about the problem frowned and tapped his clipboard, silently telling him that their initial plan for putting (Y/N) back under anesthesia was no good anymore

“We have ran out of the required dose to put (L/N)-san back to sleep. We need to finish the operation, but I am terribly sorry: They will need to be awake for this. Can you keep them distracted?” He asked Nagito, earning a nod from the white haired male. Nagito looked down, racking his brain for a solution to help in anyway. He turned back to the doctor, an “aha” expression plastered on his pale face

“I read this book once were they used a spinal injection in the place of general anesthesia. Since you are removing their appendix, the heavy work is all done in the lower region. Would that work?” He offered, earning a surprised facial reaction from the doctor. Nevertheless, this only lasted for a second, as he was lost in thought for a split second before nodding in agreement. He gestured for the other members of the surgery team and explained Nagito’s idea to them

“You mean a lidocaine? That could work, but the effects only last two hours, probably even less,” One doctor, who Nagito recognized as the lead surgeon that lead (Y/N) into the room to begin with, chimed in with the potential problem. Nagito rested his chin underneath his finger, looking down with how to word the next inquiry

“What else is there left to do?” He asked, making a third doctor flip through the papers that were attached to another clipboard. He snapped his head up to Nagito, a relieved expression painted on his face

“All we have to do is close the appendix incision and stitch them back up,” He answered, nodding towards his colleagues to get the spinal injections ready. Nagito took this as a gesture to return back to his previous actions, which made him kneel once again at your side, cupping your cheeks in his hands. As you were forced to look into his ghostly green eyes, he told you their plan

“Angel, listen closely. The doctors are going to give you an injection in your back. You’re gonna feel numb for a few hours, but you’re not gonna feel anything, okay?” He said in a nurturing manner, making you nod but writhe in pain again. He bit his lip, failing at an attempt to soothe you. He racked his brain, jumping over the self-deprecation that he normally did to compare your hopefulness to how disgusting he was. He knew that didn’t help when you were feeling gloomy. Since you and Nagito were dating for quite some time, he had experience with what can restore that smile he loved so much. Moving one hand towards your hand and hold it, the other still stroking your cheek, he flashed a humorous smile in your direction, as he started to distract you from the doctors turning you to your side

“Hey, (Y/N)? Did you ever tell you the story of how Chiaki tricked Hajime into going to Anime Con with her? She told me that she bet Hajime that he couldn’t chug a whole carton of orange juice under a minute. He, being a stubborn guy, accepted it. After Chiaki got her timer out, he--.....” As Nagito begin to ramble on about the famous story of “Good boyfriend Hajime accompanies his girlfriend to Anime Con” (Y/N) sucked in a breath as they felt s sharp needle being inserted into their vertebrae. With the clear liquid being shot into the veins belonging to the back, (Y/N) felt their lower regions being numb, the already cut insertion that revealed the pink muscle and organs being a thing of the past to worry about. The doctors begin to crowd around (Y/N) again, saved for the space were Nagito kept telling (Y/N) random stories, ranging from funny schemes about their classmates, to hope rants telling (Y/N) that they were so strong and they could get through anything. He expressed the hope that they possessed was so strong and they would be able to push through this as long as they believed in themselves, just he did always did

With a weak smile, (Y/N) placed all their focus on Nagito, their ears being flooded with kind messages and words that came from his heart, expressing that he believed in them. His talk about hope was deemed creepy in the eyes of others, but not in (Y/N)’s. They loved hearing how Nagito had so much faith and an immense amount of respect for them, as well as love

“You’re right, Nagito. I can do this....I know I can. As long as I have you...” A meek mantra of Nagito’s statements fell from his lips, making Nagito’s heart do a small backflip. He cracked an even wider smile, his eyes lighting up from the hope that fueled his love to keep going

“Now there’s the hope that I know and love. That’s the spirit, my hope. Everything is almost done. Come on....” He quietly cheered, not wanting to cause another panic attack to arise from (Y/N). Nagito’s encouraging words and motivational hope raves kept falling out, practically on autopilot, until the doctors pulled the last of the thread they were using to stitch (Y/N)’s stomach up, closing the incision. The lead doctor yanked the surgical tarp from the rest of the covered body, giving the happy couple a proud smile

“The operation was a success! You did well (L/N)-san. And Komaeda-san? Thank you. You did us a huge favor while comforting your lover,” She flashed a smile, handing him a clipboard. Nagito gave her a likewise smile, a serene feeling filling the air around the once intense hospital room. As the white-haired male gently helped his hope into the hospital bed, careful not to move them too harshly due to the raw feeling, fresh out of post-surgery, he signed the papers, handing them back to the surgeon

“It was my pleasure, Miss. Anything for my angel,” He ran a lithe hand through a field of (H/C) locks, earning a blush from his lover. He pressed a quick kiss on the crown of their head, more use to PDA since the beginning of their relationship. He turned back to the doctor, yearning for a closure

“You said the surgery was the success, right? How long are they going to have to stay here?” He asked, snatching a nearby chair, sitting down next to his lover

“A good two and three days. But it is normal, since we need to run a few tests to see if everything else is okay. Would you like to stay with them?” She asked, turning on the lights in the room. Nagito placed his hand over (Y/N)’s eyes, knowing damn well that they hated when a dark room filled with light fast. They tug a sweet smile on their face, earning a similar one from Nagito, followed by a question

“Do you want me to stay with you, hope? I have some presents for you,” He stated, earning a gasp from the (H/C) haired patient. They nodded rapidly, weakly motioning for him to bring himself in for a hug

“Naggie, of course. Stay with me, please,” They pleaded weakly, still feeling the aftereffects of fatigue that flooded through their system. Nagito shushed them one last time before informing the doctor they he will be staying with his lover. With an agreement between them, the doctor went to prepare some final papers for Nagito, leaving him alone with his angel. He turned to them, about to get up. However, he was cut off, feeling a hand wrap around his wrist

“Marshmallow? Where are you going?” (Y/N) asked them, tilting their head. God they looked so adorable, he thought to himself, before answering their question with his typical patient tone

“Oh, I’m just gonna go get your presents, (Y/N). Is that okay?” He raised the inquiry. (Y/N) looked at the bedsheets that were wrapped around them, before turning to him with a delightful, puppy eyed face that they both knew that he couldn’t say no to

“Well...I was hoping....maybe you can stay here with me for a few more minutes. Cuddle for a while?” They asked, hoping that Nagito would say yes. The light-skinned luckster wasn’t the only one that was lucky, knowing that he was weak and couldn’t say no to his angel. He grinned, bringing his lover close to his arms. Careful not to touch their lower regions, he hugged them close, tucking their head under his chin

“Anything for you, my adorable little hope. I’m so proud of you,”

#nagito x reader #nagito komaeda #nagito komeada kin #nagito headcanons #nagito oneshots #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa oneshot #danganronpa goodbye despair #DV2 #nagito drabble #sdr2 nagito #drv2 #drv2 goodbye despair #Nagito x you

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sunnymiles · 3 years

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HI SAM 🤍🤍 can i get a #28 with Ahsoka and Anakin :D

hey nessa!! thanks for the prompt <33

28: "feeling for each other in the dark”

from these prompts (i will still take requests!)

"Skyguy, I'm not even tired."

"Oh no Snips, I'm not falling for that one." She pouts at him, making sure to use her best pleading gaze, the one that always gets Rex.

"The healer said straight back to the room and then sleep."

"But"-

"No arguing."

"You're never this much of a pain with Master Kenobi when he's hurt."

Her arms cross, eyes rolling dramatically, a common occurrence in Anakin’s presence. Though, the twinge of pain that slices through her is a surprise. Sharp and jolting. She fights to keep it off her face, but Anakin’s quick, concerned frown speaks to her lack of success.

"Yes well, Obi-Wan can take care of himself." She blink doubtfully, unsure if she’s heard the words right. The oxymoron is almost laughable.

Anakin sighs, drawing out the silence between.

"And I may be slightly more scared of him, than I am of you alright?" The words rush out in a long string, and his cheeks flush bright red. Like they do around Senator Amidala.

Ahsoka snorts gleefully, jumping at the chance to taunt him. "It's just Obi."

"Yes well, you were not Obi's padawan for the entirety of your formative adolescence."

Her rebuttal- which was quite good- gets caught in her throat as a yawn overtakes her.

"Come on Snips, bed." Anakin nudges her shoulder gently, careful to avoid the bandages.

She can't find it in herself to argue.

“You need the rest after your ordeal.”

“Running for your life does tend to make one tired.” Just thinking about those creatures makes her skin feel too tight, her heartrate too fast.

She crawls into her bed, aching for comfort. Anakin absent-mindedly pulls the blanket up toward her. Tucking her in.

It’d be a much sweeter gesture if his eyes weren’t glazed, his thoughts seemingly elsewhere.

“Yeah.” There’s something odd laced into the tone, bitter and self-directed.

Ahsoka doesn’t have the energy to pick it apart, to overanalyze it like she usually would. Combing through his sentences for any inkling of the regret she knows he feels for choosing her as a padawan.

She doesn’t need that added to the weight of today.

"I'll be right outside if you need anything."

"Okay.” A condescending laugh puffs from her chest, her thoughts focused on his disinterested stare, “You know, you can stop mothering me."

His lips quirk downward almost too fast for her to notice, but her stomach plummets.

The familiar anxiety is festering, swirling inside her like a storm. It expresses itself, like always, with remarks bordering on too sharp, her tone too blunt to be joking.

This is why he hadn't picked her. She can't do anything right.

"Get some rest Ahsoka." His shoulders are uncharacteristically slumped on his way out, and she can’t let him leave after, well, that.

"I-I'm sorry. I do appreciate you. That was, uncalled, for."

He gives her a half-hearted grin, something only briefly resembling his normal smile. "You've had a long couple of days."

Understatement of the year.

"I get it."

He smirks at her one last time and leaves her to drooping eyes and a lonely room.

- Dark reptilian skin shines like night, darting in and out of her vision. The shrill hunting call echoing through the forest fuels her veins, screaming at her to run faster.

"Kalifa, you have to run!"

Claws drag menacingly against their metallic guns. She has to go, they all have to get out of here-

The speeder hums closer, the trees vibrating with anticipation.

No.

Kalifa, dead, on the jungle floor. Alone, a heap of limbs, lifeless and cold. Her own fault. She’s a failure.

"That one killed my son!" They’re going to find her, they’re going to kill her.

"Ahsoka we have to run!"

She wants to live.

"Ahsoka."

Run.

"Ahsoka!"

- He puts Ahsoka down, hoping she isn’t like him, hoping she actually sleeps.

After the ship had landed, he’d taken her immediately to the med-bay. One look at the dust blanketing her, suffocating her, the wheeze forced in every breath had made him anxious.

He had wanted to kill every one of those things. For touching his padawan. Tear them apart until the monstrosity of his rage, of his love, could be contained.

He can’t be reminded of the days that blur together, spent in limbo, hoping she was alive, needing her to be.

He can’t be reminded of the ever-present nausea that made him think he’d lost his brightest star, the girl so like a little sister to him.

A shriek cuts through his thoughts.

Ahsoka.

He sprints. Not again, never again-

She's writhing uncontrollably in the small bed, whimpering. Hands fly at him in the dark, warding off an unseen foe. He catches them gently, running his thumbs along the tops. "Ahsoka!"

She keeps thrashing, and a part of Anakin aches. Never before has she seemed so young.

The faint tear tracks etched on her face, mark their way into new grooves on his heart.

"Hey, hey." She relaxes, blinking warily.

"It's okay. I'm here." Her eyes flit between his, frantic in their effort to find anchorage. He smiles softly, attempting to soothe her worry.

He thinks about leaving her, letting her deal with this alone. Anakin remembers a master’s gaze becoming stifling, judgmental. He doesn’t want to overwhelm her so soon after the ordeal, mother her too much.

And then he remembers the boy from Tatooine who only craved affection. Who wished for any semblance of love from a master so dedicated to the order.

He stays.

The decision in his eyes calms her. He tries to radiate stability, assuredness, but well, its never been his strength.

She swallows heavily before leaning her head against his shoulder. Gentle and timid.

The weight of the space between them is heavy, cumbersome. She breaks it audaciously, his padawan to the bone, shattering the stillness with soft truth.

“I still think they’re after me.” If only he had arrived sooner, been a better master-

“It”- she flails a bit, “It feels so real still.”

There are no words to erase the demons, the guttural haunting. He knows how it can linger, the eternal shadow lingering. He offers the only comfort he’s ever known. Shares his own burden to ease her mind.

“I had nightmares about Maul for months after Naboo.”

“Really?” Wide eyes glint in the dark.

“Yeah.”

She snuggles closer into his side. Her warm presence soothes something in his chest. Returns a piece of himself, one he didn’t know was missing.

“It’s just so much sometimes.” He pauses letting her find the words herself.

“The war, the fighting, even the Jedi stuff.” At his glance, she backtracks.

“Sorry Master. Not you of course. I didn’t mean to overstep.” He cuts her off before she can retreat.

“No, Ahsoka. I understand. More than you know.”

He struggles to reconcile the peacemakers of the fabled stories to the soldiers of now. The gravity of their choices, the violent narrative they’ve prescribed to. Harsh honesty bites from his mouth, unfettered from the Council’s bias.

“They should not be sending children to war.”

Ahsoka huffs out a quick breath. She squeezes his arm, “You’re not that old yourself.”

“Better me than someone else.”

Her hum of disagreement fills the room, but they say no more. The silence is comfortable.

“I-I’m glad we ended up together Snips.” A soft snore interrupts him, and he looks down.

She's dead asleep. Head conked out against his shoulder, mouth open slightly, it's adorable and endearing and wholesome and he wants to bottle this moment for forever.

He lays her softly back in the bed. The faint growl emerging from her at the repositioning making him smirk.

He places a chaste kiss to the crown of her montrals. A reminder that they are both safe, both here.

"Sleep well Snips."

#snips and skyguy!!!#i love them #also i like the early insecurities hee hee #finally finished all my tests so i have TIME NOW #WOOHOO #hence the writing #nessa tag!#my fic #prompt fill

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Hi there! Thank you for doing this and congrats on 1k! Can you please match me with a hq male character? My name is Marqui. I'm 27 and my favorite color is blue 💙 My pronouns are she/her/hers. I'm a Gemini sun and Cancer moon and my personality type is ENFJ. My love languages are a tie between Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation. It means a lot to me when people do simple things for me, especially when I'm busy with work! I'm very caring and notice the small things (usually more than most) so when someone does the same thing to me I'm very surprised :o I'm pretty quiet when I first meet someone but once i know and trust them I'm pretty loud and excited. I love cracking jokes and have no problem being sassy or engaging in witty banter or interesting debates. Despite that, I'm pretty sensitive and absolutely hate conflict. 100% peacemaker all the way. Best way to describe me in emojis is 😍😂🤩😒👀🤔 For hobbies, I love to write short stories/poetry, play violin, take walks in the neighborhood, and volunteer at my old elementary school (I'm the oldest of 4 so I'm great with children). My perfect day would be relaxing at the beach or pool, just anywhere near water and a great sunset. Thanks again!

ahhhh ! thank u love! happy to see u participated !

I MATCH YOU WITH

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

ahh yes, another soulmate matchup. the choice was very clear here. you and suga belong together! you both are astrologically compatible, mbti compatible (literally searched it up and your personalities are the most compatible with each others). sugawara loves telling you how good you are and how he’s always proud of you and loves to do things to make you happy because he just LOVES your smile :)))

YOUR TROPE: SOULMATESSS

of course, like i said earlier— SOULMATES. you volunteer at an elementary school that sugawara works at— crazy right? it’s kinda like love at first sight. you walk in to talk to him for the first time about helping out with his class and there are literal heart eyes in his eyes and you feel so panicky because— who let an elementary school teacher be this attractive? it kinda felt wrong at first, but you both flirted your asses off and the kids even saw it and were like “oooo sensei and marqui sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g—“ and he cuts them off with a beet red face and tells them to go back to coloring or they’ll be put in timeout (lie. suga couldn’t) but from there it was like he got bolder and finally made a move on you once all the kids had gone home. then asked you on a date & the rest is history :)))

YOUR SONG: afterglow — the driver era

i feel like this is the way suga sees you!! you make him so happy and bright and yeah— very cute song i love it very much <3

moodboard!!!

#— sar’s 1k event >.< !#— luvmarqui #HIIII TY FOR PARTICIPATING #I HOPE U LIKE THISSSSS #!??!

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timelord-winchester-22b · 4 years

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Too Bad You're Making Me Decide

Part 3 and the finale of According to You! It was a fairly short series Andi did post rather quickly, (because I wrote it pretty fast) but I still had fun writing and reading the lovely responses you guys left for me. Enjoy the final part!

Part 1

Part 2

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You’d asked, multiple times, before this point. It was, the Master insisted. He didn’t leave much room for the Doctor to suspect anything. You’d been with the Master for months by the time he decided to enact the original plan of luring the Doctor in.

He’d deny it, but you were sure he only decided to contact her again because he’d grown bored with the rest of the universe. She was the only one, in his mind, who could be enough of a challenge to really have fun with. Despite how long you’d been gone, the Master made sure to contact her only hours after he’d taken you onto the Tardis.

“It’s a great idea” The Master insisted once again. He assured you that he didn’t want to do much to her, he had some bigger plan already in motion. He made several different excuses for what exactly he was trying to accomplish today, but you were sure it was something bigger. He had something to prove to her. Something that, as far as you could see, he’d been trying to prove to her for a very long time.

They weren’t all that different.

You figured in his mind, keeping you as his equivalent of a companion helped to prove that. It wasn’t all that bad, being the Master’s companion. There was a time when you’d certainly consider him much ruder than the Doctor, especially when interacting with humans, but at this point they seemed to be about the same. He didn’t keep secrets from you. He didn’t tell you everything he did, but you knew that he would if you asked, he only emitted the parts you didn’t want to know, and made it clear that he had. Adventures with him were even more exciting than adventures with the Doctor, with just as much if not more running. Though you supposed that was because you were the ones causing the trouble

You were also, obviously, the only companion. This was probably what the difference between being an only child and having multiple siblings felt like. Not only did you get far more attention than you did in the Doctor’s Tardis, you were the only one to be kept safe during adventures. You would never get in trouble for putting everyone in danger, because the only one the Master cared about being in danger was you. Even then, he was more worried for you than angry with you.

He worried even now, even though the only people who would be on this planet would be you, the Fam and the two Time Lords. Even when he left you in the desert clearing, standing about twelve feet away behind a perception filter, waiting for the Doctor to show. And show she did, at the exact time and place of the coordinates she’d been sent. You watched with wide eyes as she stormed right out of the Tardis, the Fam gathering at the door while she headed straight for you.

“Doctor, it’s a trap” You pointed out as she reached you.

“Yes that much was obvious” She snapped back. “You were supposed to be following right behind me, what were you thinking? Falling behind when someone like the Master is about”

“Too many pets can be hard to keep track of, can’t they Doctor?” The Master spoke up, the perception filter falling so he could saunter over to where the rest of you were. The Fam seemed to jump from the corner of your eye and the Doctor immediately took your arm and pushed you behind her. “I could always take one off your hands?” He suggested with a shrug.

“You leave them out of this” The Doctor snarled in return. “This isn’t about them”

“Except it is” The Master rebutted. “It is entirely about them. Or rather, about her” The Doctor tensed when the Master called you name, one hand still clasped around your wrist. “Come here” He called you. The Fam watched you with wide eyes as you rounded the Doctor, slipping easily out of her grip as she stared at you in shock. The Master however, was grinning widely as you returned to his side, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“I can see why you liked this one, Doctor, I really can. The others you can keep, but she stays with me, deal?”

“No” The Doctor shot back. She was still tense, eyes flicking wildly from the Master to you, taking in your relaxed posture, how you leaned slightly into him. You saw gears turning in her head, trying to comprehend the situation she’d been confronted with. “She’s mine, not yours”

“See, that’s where you’re mistaken” The Master told her, releasing you to get closer to her. “She’s not yours. She’s not mine either. She was given a choice, and she chose to travel with me”

The Doctor scoffed and the Master grinned in return.

“Don’t believe me?” He reached out a hand for you, gesturing you forward to join him in facing the Doctor. You took his hand without hesitation, doing just that. “Do you want to go home?” The Master asked, looking to you now. Your eyes widened, he hadn’t mentioned this in any of his plan. For a moment, you were genuinely worried that he might, in fact, take you home. But there, in front of the Doctor, you knew he wanted an honest answer, so you shook your head.

“No”

“Haven’t I taken good care of you? Haven’t I shown you the wonders of the universe?” He continued, this time watching the Doctor with an air of smugness.

“You have” You confirmed.

“I want to hear it from her” The Doctor insisted. “Not just her agreeing with you” She looked to you then. “Tell me you want to stay with him, and I’ll go”

“Doctor, you can’t!” Yaz called out, but fell silent when the Doctor shot her a look.

“I’m fine, Doctor” You told her. “I don’t know what you want me to say. He hasn’t hurt me, I get enough sleep and food whenever I want” You shrugged. “It’s not that I didn’t like travelling with you, I loved it. I’d gladly go on adventures with you guys now and then but I like travelling with him too.

“No” The Doctor interrupted. “If you’re travelling with him I won’t be able to trust you on my Tardis. No trying to spare my feelings, no middle ground, you need to decide. Me or him. I want the truth” You just stared at her for a moment, surprised she’d go that far. You looked over at the Fam. Yaz was wearing a stern look close to the one the Doctor was wearing, Ryan looked lost, unsure of the situation, but Graham’s expression stopped you for a moment.

He had become the peacemaker in any arguments that started up on the Tardis, and of the five of you, he’d always been the parental figure. Now he was looking at you with such trust, but not the kind that made you feel guilty. Without a word, he’d conveyed to you that he would support your decision, and that was probably what gave you the confidence to respond how you did.

When you turned back to the Time Lords, the Master had shifted to stand slightly behind you, giving you space to make your own decision. One glance at him was enough to see the fear in his eyes. He genuinely thought that, given the choice, you’d still leave him. But still he stood back, keeping his distance until you gave your answer. The Doctor watched you expectantly, and it was obvious she thought the same.

“You want the truth?” You began, locking your gaze on the Doctor. “Here it is; I’m not good enough for you” She blinked, seeming shocked, but you continued before she could interrupt. “I never was, and I never will be. Four is a lot of people for one Time Lord to take care of, so you can’t tolerate mistakes that might put them in danger. On a team like this I can never be the smartest, or the fastest, the prettiest. In your eyes I’m just one of many, I’m not special

“When I’m with him I am. When I get to be his companion I am the best. I’m useful, I’m the smartest human on board.” You couldn’t help but laugh slightly, sparing a glance back at the Master, who smiled at you in return. “To you Doctor, I’m nothing much, to him, I’m everything. I think that makes my choice pretty clear” You nodded a little, satisfied with your statement and turned to take the Master’s hand, beginning to lead him back to where he’d hidden his Tardis.

You gave pause however, glancing back for a moment, giving the Fam a smile in goodbye.

“Too bad I had to decide though” You added, giving the Doctor one last look before you and the Master left.

“So, where to next?” You asked, moving automatically up to the console. “Melbourne for lunch maybe? You can deny it all you like but I know you have a soft spot for those pies” You turned when you found he hadn’t joined you, finding him still at the doors, staring at you in wonder. “What?”

“Just…” He shook his head, a smile crossing his face. “You… you chose me”

“Yeah, I did” You laughed.

“And all that you said, you meant all that?”

“‘Course I did, it was the truth” You agreed, going to stand in front of him. You reached for his hands that were twisting together nervously, and he took both of yours in return.

“You are….” He hesitated, let out a breath, and then seemed to calm himself, relaxing. “Incredible”

“So are you” You returned smiling. “So, lunch?”

“...we can have pies?”

“Yeah, we can have pies” You laughed.

#doctor who #doctor who x reader #doctor who fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #doctor who reader insert #thirteenth doctor #fanfiction #dhawan!master x reader #dhawan!master

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alexakeyloveloki · 5 years

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To Trick a Trickster Chapter 2

Thank you everyone, who encouraged me telling me that I can do it. Also, I love you @dangertoozmanykids101 , you are my angel.

To Trick a Trickster chapter 2

Pairing: Loki x ofc (Leanne Danton)

Warning: non (yet)

Two weeks had past and Leanne never saw Loki again. She hadn't thought about him either. Books were arriving in Asgard at a steady pace, and the sheer amount of work may have been overwhelming, but she loved every minute of it. The courtiers slowly began to show interest in this new unknown literature from Midgard, and that made her immensely proud. She spoke with everyone in order to offer the perfect book they would enjoy. If the book choice was a good match, they would return for more.

It was Sunday morning, but Leanne woke up just as early as every other day. Her chamber was relatively small, but it had a beautiful attached bath and a nice big soft bed. Still the best thing about being in the bedchamber of Thor and Loki's childhood teacher was the view. The window had a wide padded ledge overlooking part of the late Queen's garden.

Leanne opened her eyes and smiled. Somehow this wonderful golden light leaking into her room every morning made her happy. It was her day off, but she decided to peek into the library anyway. Maybe she would find a good Asgardian book translated to English.

While she trotted down the halls she was greeted with smiles and head bows from guards and servants. Somehow this bright-eyed girl with an equally bright mind and shining smile turned how people thought about Midgard.

The library was quiet and Leanne loved having the enormous space all to herself. But she had barely dug into the history books when she felt someone watching her.

At the end of the aisle stood a woman dressed in a dark grey dress.

“Hello! Can I help you? Are you interested in Midgardian literature?”

The woman came closer, moving with fluid elegance, her long raven black hair sleek and pliant at her shoulders. She was tall and curvaceous, though her face was somehow angular. Her bright toothy smile made her muddy green eyes shine.

“Good day to you, Lady Leanne. I’m really glad that you are here today. Maybe you can offer me a nice novel or book of poetry perhaps? My name is Astrid. I came to the court not so long ago.” Her voice was deep and velvety, reminding Leanne of someone, but she just couldn’t remember who.

“Let me think,” said Leanne with a smile. “Are you interested in some magical stories?”

“You mean something like children's tales? I thought something more serious,” sounding a little bit disappointed, but smiled anyway.

“No, no, no, no. This is beautiful, and I assure you this is entirely for grown ups. It is called One Hundred Years Of Solitude.“

“I will listen to your advice Lady Leanne. I heard so many courtiers praising your choice for them. But pray tell, who is this Bard they are referring to?”

Leanne laughed sweetly and started to explain about Shakespeare. As she spoke, she dug around in the remaining boxes while her curly hair fell over into her face.

“Somewhere I have one more book of his sonets … Oh, this hair of mine!” She huffed, struggling to blow it out of her eyes.

“My Lady, let me braid your hair. It will take me only a little bit of time, and then you can find said book for me,” Astrid pleaded.

In no time Leanne found herself in a chair while Astrid’s long, elegant fingers combed her hair. It felt almost like magic. With no pulling or knots, Leanne felt truly relaxed.

After that first encounter Astrid became a regular in the library, somehow making her appearance only when Leanne was alone. The young librarian quickly thought of her as a friend.

Astrid devoured every book recommended to her at an incredible speed and always gave an honest opinion about them. Sometime sarcastic or sassy, but she was honest nevertheless.

One rainy day Astrid found Leanne less chatty that usual.

“Is there something wrong, Lady Leanne?”

“No, not at all. Just…”,she fiddled with her fingers. “I do miss my family. I know I volunteered for this mission, but I have been thinking about my family and home a lot and I do miss those idiots sometimes”.

“You have brothers?” asked Astrid in an amused tone.

“You could guess from just a noun?” Leanne laughed with a mischievous spark in her eyes. “Five of them.”

Astrid sighed sympathetically.

“It was not that bad. Just being the youngest I never was truly alone. Adam is the oldest of all of us, making him the only child for ten years. So when Freddy was born, he sulked a lot. We sometimes called him the gloomy one,” she giggled adorably. “But he was always there to babysit us or play peacemaker. He now writes music for other performers .

“Freddy has always been a whirlwind of energy and a total lady's man flirting right and left. As a pilot, he owns a little flight school .

“Now Jonathan is the rock that we all rely on and always have. He and his wife, Sofie, live in the same town as my parents, managing a small bed and breakfast.

“And then there are the twins. Only four years older than I am, they dragged me me into all kinds of trouble ever since I was a toddler. Henry is unbelievable.– I think Lord Big Mouth the Prince of Tricks would like him.

William, on the other hand, is the nicest person, sweet and hard working, but he still follows Henry everywhere. They are both Shield agents now. Henry thought that was a good idea to save the world when he joined them. It also didn’t hurt that unlike the regular military, they do not care if you have a mugshot somewhere in the police records, for joyriding in a milk delivery truck.“

She laughed again, clear and round, and Astrid thought that there was a lot more light in the room somehow.

Later that day, Leanne got a small parcel delivered in her room. When she opened, there was a beautiful silver bracelet with charms on it: a harp, a wing, a house, a sword and a heart. She stood there dumbfounded with watery eyes and thought about how to thank her friend for it.

“Oh Astrid, you are such a kind soul. I really need to find you some gift.” Leanne smiled thinking of some interesting books she could order, clasping the bracelet to her wrist.

In the meantime in the chambers of the God of Mischief, two chambermaids exchanged some worried looks. Loki was humming around, winking at them, looking utterly satisfied. They hurried to finish their work for the evening, because this behavior could mean only one thing: Loki was up to something and nobody in their sane mind would want to be near him when he unleashed his newest trick.

“Lord Big Mouth the Prince of Tricks? Oh, little one, that sweet tongue of yours just put you in so much trouble!” He whistled some slow melody as he went to his desk and started to read one of the spellbooks.

#lokific library trickster fiction loki

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allofmystudentsrunaway · 6 years

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coda 12x19: Conversations with the Devil’s Baby Moma.

coda i decided to write now..cause i didn’t write one then back in season 12, also i am productively procrastinating, you can all have this instead of fic updates-sorry, but i have the attention span of a stunned mongoose ATM. also there may be more of this, desperate urge to write a supermarket scene.

“This place is nice.” Kelly walked down the short hall shedding her coat.

“You sound surprised.” Cas felt mildly annoyed, but since ‘mildly annoyed’ was his ground state of being these days, he pushed it to one side.

“I didn’t mean anything by it Castiel.”

“Cas. “

“What?”

“I prefer Cas, if you don’t mind.” Kelly looked apologetic.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know angels had nick names.”

“They don’t usually.” Cas hid the embarrassment of the confession by picking Kelly’s coat up and rehanging it on the hook in a more precise manner. When he risked a look at her she was regarding him with an odd expression.

“You are a strange one Cast-, Cas.”

“I’ve been on earth a long time, I’m not just a hammer Kelly.”

“I know that Cas.” She clutched her belly “Maybe that’s why he likes you, maybe he doesn’t want to be someone’s tool either.” She smiled that slow sad smile of hers, and started to climb the stairs, “I’m going to look at the bedrooms, lets pick a nursery.” She saw his hesitation, “Come on Cas, help me pick your nephews room.”

Later after Kelly had gone for a nap, Cas dared to get his phone out. Fifteen messages from Dean, each getting progressively more angry, in the last one he hadn’t even bothered to correct ‘ducking’, ‘WHAT THE DUCKING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, CALL ME YOU DICK’. Five from Sam, each one more conciliatory than the last, Sam always the peacemaker these days. Cas slumped in his chair, the urge to call Dean was strong. What was he doing? What the hell was he doing? He rubbed his face reaching up to grab handfuls of his own hair. He missed Dean, he had thought it would be easier, but he missed him. The rock hard certainty that Kelly’s child had imbued him with was fading. The old doubts were badgering him like hell hounds. What if he was wrong? What if he had thrown away his family for something that may never come to pass? Tears escaped from his eyelids and trickled between his fingers.

“Dean, I’m sorry” he muttered.

“Cas what’s wrong?” A hesitant foot step and Kelly was in front of him, her hair mussed from sleep, her eyes concerned, she kneeled down and pulled his hands away from his face.

“I’m okay”

“That’s a lie, do angels lie now?”

“When the occasion requires it.”

“That’s what you are going to teach my son?” Her tone mock serious.

“Kelly-”

“There now you are smiling” she smiled back him.

“What if I am wrong Kelly, what if you are wrong?.”

“I’m not wrong Cas, you are not wrong.” she was emphatic, her belief shining brightly in her eyes.

“I just want to keep everybody safe.” Cas scrubbed the tears from his face, Kelly stood up awkwardly one hand on her back, the other resting on her now enormous stomach.

“This is the right thing Cas.”

“I hope so, I have a history of making bad choices. Choices which have hurt people I love. I don’t think I have the strength to go through that again.” A soft buzz from his phone alerted him to another text. He picked it up, unsure as to whether to read it or not. He glanced at the notification, Dean again. He shoved the cell back in his pocket.

“Was that Dean again?” She asked softly.

“How did you know?”

“Cas, I’m pregnant, not blind.” Cas wasn’t sure what she meant for a moment, then realisation dawned.

“I didn’t know it was that obvious.”

“I’m going to make some peppermint tea, this indigestion is awful, you want some?”

“I’ll make it for you, you need to rest” Cas started to get up, only for Kelly to stop him with a stern look.

“I can do it, you have been driving all day. Relax.”

“I’m not good at relaxing.” Kelly just shrugged and tossed the TV remote at him, he caught it awkwardly.

“Learn Cas, if your not relaxed, then I’m not relaxed and Jack isn’t relaxed.”

“Fine.”

“Pregnant lady is always right, get used to it.”

#destiel #angst and fluff #destiel fan fic #spn episode coda

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madslogo · 6 years

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green blue red

merle hasn’t heard from much of ipre lately, but he’s never without davenport for too long (aka, merle doesn’t know how to use his fantasy phone)

read on ao3

“So,” Davenport asks on his fifteenth of what’s been lately becoming weekly beachside visits, over a year after Story and Song and a month after Carey and Killian’s wedding. “How are the… er, horny boys these days?”

Merle pauses in the motion of sipping the herbal tea that he knows Davenport loves best (but only when he grows it himself) and tilts his head a little bit. “Whattaya mean?”

Davenport shrugs. “It’s kinda silly, but I never thought any of us could get any… closer, after a century.” He pauses here, for a short while (and actually, this is one of those hints to Merle that he isn’t the only one who changed in their long, long final cycle before the hunger arrived. Captain Davenport was always a carefully eloquent man, and he would take the time he needed to perfectly articulate what he wanted to say. Davenport now is hastier. Thoughtful wording forsaken in the reveling of speaking at all; as if he’s scared he stops for too long, he won’t be able to answer again. Merle was always a patient man, especially for his captain. He doesn’t need to be anymore. In fact, he’s only just worked through this thought to heartbreak by the time the pause is over). “But the three of you… Merle, Taako and Magnus have always loved you, but they love you.”

It’s Merle’s turn to be hasty with his words, now. “I’m already taken by a dashing sea captain. Besides, I’m too old for them.”

Davenport laughs, eyes crinkling at the edges and head bowing every so slightly as a light blush dusts just over his mustache with only the brilliant white of his smile to break up the red (and wow, Pan help him, after all these years searching to figure out why he walked away from his wife, it only takes Davenport half a second to remind him what love really is). “Gross, Merle!”

Merle laughs too. The two of them- two old men on a boat in a world they never really belonged in but made home all the same- fill the small dock outside Earl Merle’s mansion with laughter like bells.

“Seriously, though!” Davenport tells him, elbowing him in the side when he regains his composure. “We were all so… Lost, during that time,” (and Merle knows him well enough to know that his love for his surrogate children and the fear of losing himself again are waging war in his reclaimed mind in a series of phrases- You’re Merle, right? I’m Davenport. Lucretia, what did you do?) “but the three of you found each other and you rebuilt each other, even when everything was lost, even when you’d lost everything… You loved each other. You can’t possibly tell me you lost that. I don’t think you can.”

Merle sips his tea, long and slow (and can’t help but think the bond engine gave Davenport the ability to see into his deepest thoughts- the parts of him that are slow and considerate, the parts of him that aren’t the Peacemaker, the effort to make his friends laugh and lighten the weight of a century of loss and hard choices but instead the wise and wistful old man that hides behind a wit to rival Taako’s but honed with humility to undercut it) and for once, makes an effort to verbalize what he’s thinking. “You know I love them all, Dav. I couldn’t not. We both know well enough that Mavis isn’t my oldest, but… Well. Taako’s finally whole. Magnus has learned to hold back and wait. They don’t need an old man like me anymore.”

Davenport says nothing (and even if the lessons Davenport learned during the last decade will never outweigh what he’s suffered in turn, Merle realizes that they ran parallel in that time- he learned that he could be selfish, that he could turn away from being the Peacemaker; Davenport learned to express how he feels, allowing the carefully tailored persona he was when he fought to be the daring leader IPRE needed to fall away, when he was forced to become the Wordless One and Merle can almost trick himself into believing that seeing the love and hurt he feels on his face, shared openly without hesitation, is worth it all) but he puts a hand on Merle’s shoulder and pulls him closer.

“You old fuck!” A shrill shout rings out from behind them.

The two turn around and gape at the helm of the ship where a tear is torn in reality. Through it, Taako and Magnus burst out, both seemingly enraged, while a sheepish Barry tails them and closes the rift he’d opened with his scythe. “Sorry! Sorry, I tried to stop them, but-” Barry calls to them.

Davenport blinks. “I always forget Barry’s a reaper. Every time,” he admits, not bothering to move from the relaxed position he’d taken at Merle’s side after he realized who the intruders were.

Taako and Magnus are on Merle in seconds. Taako’s hands are stretched wide and his fingers are poised to emphasize what he says (a habit he’s gotten into from performing that he only reclaims when he’s pissed) while Magnus practically tackles Merle (and, alright, maybe he hasn’t forsaken rushing in completely).

“Hey!” Merle shouts as Magnus pulls his stone of farspeech out of his pocket. “What are ya doing?!”

Magnus throws the thing to Taako who, with a huff and a screech of “I fucking KNEW IT!”, twists the side of the stone until it clicks and pulses green once. “Merle fucking Highchurch!” Taako yells. “Do you know how many times we’ve fucking called you this year?”

Merle glances back at Davenport (and he takes it back- the story Davenport’s features wield is turning to “I told you so”) before glancing at the angry pair. “Um… Zero?”

Taako huffs “Unbelievable!” and throws Merle his stone. “You were on fucking fantasy do not disturb for over a year!”

Merle taps the stone, and sure enough, he has six hundred and thirty-nine missed calls. He blinks at it once, twice, three times. What?

“Old man, if this is your way of blowing us off, we’re not standing for it!” Magnus announces. “I will literally force Barry to move in with me at Raven’s Roost so I can make him teleport me to your beach mansion to yell at you when I need my old man fix!”

“Old man fix? Ew, Maggie,” Taako says, making a face.

“I’m not- I’m not gonna do that, Mags,” Barry tells him.

Magnus crosses his arms. “I will literally hold Barry J Blue- that’s J for Jorts- Bluejeans hostage and make him let me come annoy you daily. Is that what you want?”

“Cap’n’port, I’m begging you, make your husband answer his fucking stone,” Taako tells the hysterically laughing captain.

Davenport doesn’t answer, only shakes his head before putting it down on the table in front of him, his chest heaving with laughter.

“Wait- You two’ve been calling me?” Merle asks, dumbfounded.

“Yeah, fucking- Of course!”

“Hachi machi, Merle! Fucking yeah?!”

Barry shakes his head, too. “Literally everyone has been trying to call you. You literally were on a spaceship for a century, how- How is this beyond you? You’re a scientist, Merle,” he tells him, but suddenly he freezes up and his flesh melts away. “Shit that’s- That’s the ol’ goddess. Come on, Mags, Koko, you’re either staying here or we gotta go.”

“Merle, when this old man date is over, I’m gonna fucking call you because Istus fucking help me, but I love you and I need you to give me advice on how to raise my boy or I’m gonna fucking lose it,” Taako tells him, an angry finger pointing at him accusingly before crossing across the boat to step through the rift. He pauses, one foot in, to flip them both off. “I love you both, answer your fucking stones, and yeah, you too, Dav! I’m fucking onto that shit too!”

Magnus follows after them, shouting a “Stop being strangers!” behind him as they disappear.

“See you both soon, stay safe!” Barry says, waving as the rift closes behind him.

Davenport is still laughing hysterically and he doesn’t even bother picking his head up off the table. Instead, he tilts his head to stare at Merle and there are tears rolling down his face and dripping onto the table. “I cannot believe you!”

Merle finally laughs too, kissing Davenport’s cheek when he finally sits up from the table and when his stone of far speech shines a bright blue, Lucretia’s frequency, later that night, he answers right away.

(and ever since he left that beach, wondering what love was and why he could love those two children with his whole heart and still never love their mother enough to give them the home life they deserved, Merle has thought that he could pull away from his family and allow them to thrive in his absence. He could bear the heartache on his own, and they could let him slip from their thoughts. Over and over again, they show him, tell him, shout at him that he’s wrong, that it hurts them when he disappears.)

And after a long conversation with Lucretia and a promise to have another spa day some time soon, Merle switches his frequency to bright red and asks Davenport if there’s any chance he’d like to start docking his boat at the Bottlenose Cove a little more frequently.

He still laughs when Davenport asks him if that’s a euphemism.

#the adventure zone #davenchurch #merle highchurch #davenport #taako #magnus burnsides #barry bluejeans #taz #taz balance #ipre #post-story+song #honestly tfw disc inspired me with their love of these gay old men wow...#i was thinking about having merle propose at the end of this or having him text magnus asking if he could make them rings but that's just no #they've already been married for years and we all know it

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shadowatching · 6 years

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I'm bi and a girl. I'm pretty introverted and private but I can read people pretty well. And a always try to be nice. I like drawing and am interested in film. Can be kinda bitter but I try to distract myself by doing fun things. I'm good with babies and animals. Pretty passive. + mcree (thank you!) 😉

HOW WOULD THEY BREAK YOU? ( CLOSED ) – 3 / 21

rating: sa/fe for w/ork

warnings: standard fare, no surprises or extremes. brainwashing, stockholm syndrome, mind games, manipulation, abuse, physical violence, emotional abuse, guilt-tripping, abuse, abusive relationships, unhealthy relationships, behavioral conditioning, kidnapping, and captivity.

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MCCREE: (Present canon as a better matchup than outlaw/deadlock)

Why he’d match well with you:

- Has little appreciation for naïveté, but finds himself wanting to soften the resigned bitterness you carry so close to your heart.

- Loves to be your source of distraction.

- Finds your quiet personality to be a pleasant compliment to himself- opposites attract, and there’s a definite fascination with you. Introversion also means you’ll be fine on your own for a while if he’s on a mission, and training paired with his overwatch duties give you time to recharge during the day.

- He’s a secret film buff. Loves westerns, but can’t resist a good movie, especially the oldies (Read: 2020s era).

- Being able to read him will benefit you greatly, because he doesn’t like to share the things that weigh heavy on his mind, and will try to mask a bad mood. The attempts are problematic, because he’s a lot more dangerous and yandere if you can’t play into what he needs.

How he’d break you:

- The kindness you show with animals draws him in, but when he sees you coooing softly with a baby in your arms, one chibby fist clenched around your fingers, he knows he has to have you.

- The cruelest thing he’ll ever do is also a complete bluff: Brings you a little ball of fur to keep you company and warm you up to him. When you step a little too far out of line he’ll cradle it in a large, strong hand….

- “Wouldn’t want t’ lose yer favorite priv’lege, would ya?”

- He’d never truly hurt the creature, but he’s also counting on you to never call his bluff.

- Feeds you himself. You embarrassment is only a nice perk; the point is to make you accept the vulnerability and humiliation if you want to eat.

- Like outlaw!McCree, he sleeps with you pressed into him like an oversized teddybear. It’s not a negotiation: he’ll wrestle you down and fall asleep on top of you if he has to. Nights you give in easily bring rewards in the morning- a rich breakfast, or a data pad filed with movies to keep you company for the day.

- Showers with you- not necessarily in a sexual nature- but specifically so that you can’t escape him. You’re not allowed privacy or reprieve from him- even at your most vulnerable, naked and wet. Forced intimacy is a common thing with McCree.

- With a deep chuckle, he assures you there’s nothing either of you have’t seen before, and buries his lathered fingers in your hair. When he’s finished with washing you, he hands you a bar of soap and pulls your hand to his chest. He’ll maneuver you like a puppet until you cooperate.

- This is the model of your dynamic together: he pushes you through the motions until you give in, and slowly rewards you to encourage sincerity, and eventually, willing initiative.

- However, this doesn’t mean he isn’t prone to punishing you. Mostly he’ll guilt-trip you, feign hurt, or generally fuck with your head. Nurtures stockholm syndrome til’ the cows come home. It works well with your passive nature, and he’s relieved you usually play nice and respond well to his gentler methods.

- Because really fighting him- hitting, biting, scratching, or honestly viciously spoken words- pisses McCree off. He’ll tangle a fist in your hair and yank your head back, craning your head so your throat is bared, and demand an apology. He’s not above biting that tender expanse of skin until he tastes blood, and grinning at your with rust-stained teeth when you scream for him.

- He’s not one for physically striking you- in fact, he’s against doing so, and never wants you to fear his touch. Instead of violence, he prefers to make you eat your words, or make up for your wrongs.

- In a black mood, he’ll get a kick out of leaving his Peacemaker within reach. If you get your hands on it, you’ll discover it’s not loaded. He laughs darkly and manhandles you into bed, on arm locked across your ribs with bruising force and the other hand locked in your hair, yanking roughly as he admonishes you. The day you bring the pistol to him with soft words, gently scolding him for leaving it lying around so carelessly, the mood evaporates altogether. He stares at you, mouth open in shock, and lifts you off your feet in a crushing embrace.

- Good behavior, especially genuine good behavior and not just playing along to his whim, is showered with praise and reward. A weekly movie night is set up, and he’ll have you choose the lineups. He encourages you to open up to him little bits at a time, praising your choice in film or rubbing your tired shoulders while you tell him about a fond memory.

- Eventually starts taking you around the base, letting you watch training sessions or relax in the rec room while he’s busy. Each time you’re good for him, he gives you a little more slack. Even offers to teach you how to fight in the gym, once he’s (very, very) convinced you’re not going to deck him across the face and run for it.

- This version of McCree wants a companion- not someone to possess, but someone who will never leave. He just has to convince condition you not to.

#inbox: anonymous visitor #character: jesse mccree #theme: brainwashing #length: headcanons #rating: sfw #kidnapped!reader #captive!reader #event: reader break

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my-super-duper-secret-account · 6 years

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Varona Roo: The Crow Part 1

So this is based around an OC ive been developing for a loooong time, (not specifically for bnha or something like that) and this was born from a need to get something down in writing. The Crow chapters will mostly be an introduction to her character and her dynamics within the universe. I hope you like it, and if you dont, sorry man.

Ringing in her head

Then dark

More ringing

Now some faint light

The ringing is fading

Then Mina

Blurry Mina

Then sound

“Roo! Can you hear me?? Are you okay?? Say something!”

Then bright, clear……loud…. Mina.

Roo was sat straight up in her bed, sweat dripping down her temples and back. Her chest was heavy and her lungs ached. Had she been hyperventilating? By the time she got around to responding, Uraraka had arrived from 2 rooms over.

“Is everything okay? I heard screaming.” Uraraka looked at Mina, and then in Roo’s direction with a worried expression.

“I think she had another nightmare. I woke up to the sound of screaming coming from next door so I ran in to see if she was ok, and she was just sitting up in bed with her eyes closed, just screaming and crying…. I think she has finally relaxed a little now…” Mina turned to the girl in her arms. “Can you hear me now Roo?”

There was a pause, one just long enough to make it worrying, then Roo finally spoke.

“I’m okay. I’m fine now.” She said, as she nonchalantly wiped her tears and snot on her sheets. “Just a stupid nightmare. I’m really sorry I woke you guys up again, all over a dumb dream.” The two other girls visibly relaxed upon hearing her speak. However, there was obviously still worry in their hearts.

“You know these nightmares aren’t turning out to be as ‘rare’ as you made them out to be when you told us about them.” Mina said, “Not as ‘minor’ either”. Her expression had changed subtly from ‘worried’ to ‘suspicious’.

Uraraka, the peacemaker and sweet girl that she was, chimed in too, hoping to soften the mood. “You know Roo, I know we don’t know a lot about you or your life before you U.A, but we are your friends. If you ever want to talk about these kinds of things, we’re here for you.” She gave such a genuine smile, Roo’s heart nearly melted. “Totally! That’s what friends are for right?! You can always count on us!” Mina cheered.

In that moment, Roo thought to herself, that she really wished someone would have told her sooner, about the joys of friendship and camaraderie.

“I appreciate it girls, honestly, I really do, but I’m alright. It was just a dream. I just needed a minute to shake it off. I’m good as new I promise. The best help you can be to me now is to stop any of the other girls who might’ve come to check on me too. Just tell them I’m all better and off to sleep again.”

Mina and Uraraka still didn’t believe her completely quite yet, but were confident enough that leaving really was the best thing they could do for her right now. They said their goodnights and promised to stop any late-night snoopers from coming around, and soon the 4th floor was dead quiet once again.

Roo had a love-hate relationship with silence. 90% of the time, she couldn’t stand it. She needed something going on in the background at least. Some sort of white noise to keep her comfortable. But right now, she enjoyed her silence.

She pulled her dorm curtains aside and let the light of the full moon spill into her home. She sat comfortably in its cold embrace. Roo wasn’t a fan of natural light. She avoided going outside whenever she could (due also in part to her laziness and disinterest of the world outside her room). Daylight was hot in the air and warm on her skin but as she feels it move through her it feels uncomfortable, out of place. Artificial light was (in Roo’s opinion) the greatest achievement of mankind. Artificial lighting had no negative or positive effects on her so it’s an obvious choice over the unsettling daylight. Perhaps it was due to her childhood, the way she grew up. However, she had a feeling it would’ve turned out like this anyways. But moonlight. She had a special place in her heart for moonlight. It was cold and pure and she felt cleansed under its light. It was beautiful and regal, awe-inspiring and impossibly powerful. The light never hurt her eyes, and she could walk among the shadows peacefully, the night was her favorite time of day. She often thought that if it were nighttime for almost all of the day, she might be more of an outdoors person than she currently is.

She sat, in that, oh-so-rarely peaceful silence, and listened to her heartbeat, listened as it slowed over time, bringing her back to a normal resting rhythm. Then she continued to listen. To count the beats, to listen for anything off beat… there was none… she became a little uneasy, she was finding less and less things to distract herself with. All she wanted was the peaceful silence, under the moon, and not to think about the dream she had just awoken from.

Her wish was granted to her in the form of a knock on her door. She threw on some boxer shorts (she thinks they make good pajama bottoms) and a ridiculously oversized t-shirt on (she only likes oversized t-shirts, she says they are far more comfortable that way) and slowly made her way to the door to see who had come.

Be careful what you wish for

“Katsuki”

“I told you to stop using my first name. We aren’t friends.”

“And we never will be with that attitude”

Bakugou snarled at the lazy sarcasm rolling off her tongue.

Roo lounged lazily against the door frame.

“So Katsuki, if we aren’t friends, why the fuck are you at my door at…” Roo looked to her phone to check the time, “3:09 in the fuckin morning?”. Bakugou rolled his eyes and sneered down at the girl, who sneered right back.

“I heard some pathetic fuck screaming like a baby earlier. I thought id come see who it was.”

The energy between them suddenly went from sarcastic and cheeky, to calm and subdued. Roo looked up at Bakugou, his eyes were softer and less… well, Bakugou. It was clear they had entered the neutral zone. Roo took a deep breath and sighed, then moved aside so Bakugou could come in. They locked eyes for a split second, before Bakugou silently entered the room.

The door clicked shut behind them and Bakugou took a seat in her desk chair while Roo went and sat on the edge of her bed. Silent moments passed as they each sat in quiet contemplation. Bakugou finally broke the somehow comfortable silence between them.

“Another nightmare.”

Roo sat quietly, gazing out the window at the moon. Obviously, she wasn’t trying to answer him.

“Don’t even try. I know it was. Hell, everybody in the dorm knew it! You’re not exactly fooling us by screaming at the top of your lungs every other week.”

Bakugou waited. He found himself waiting longer than he should be. Roo hadn’t said a word, and was simply looking out the window, quietly picking at her fingers. She was acting differently this time. Usually by now she would’ve said some witty line or begun her rant about how “so fucking tired of this bullshit” she was. But she was still sitting silently. All that could be heard in the room was their hushed breathing, and the clicking of her long fingernails.

Bakugou decided that he had been plenty generous in his allocation of time and took a deep breath, then sighed as he stood up and walked to the window. He looked around, trying to find what could possibly be so interesting out there. He continued to look as he began to speak.

“It’s the same one every time, right? Your dream?”

This time he was able to get a quiet “yeah” out of her.

“Are you finally gonna tell me about it?”

Bakugou had now spotted the moon.

#Bakugou #Bakugou Katsuki #BNHA #MHA #OC #Uraraka #Uraraka Ochako #Mina #Mina Ashido #Ashido #Ochako #BNHA fanfiction #MHA fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #Nightmares #PTSD

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kingcullywully · 7 years

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Always the Hero

You were always the hero.

Doing adventurous and dangerous quests to the most simplest and menial tasks. From traveling to a realm filled with spirits in different shapes and beings alike to finding an amulet for a citizen’s one love.

Always acting for others, always wanting to please and to calm. Never relaxing, never sleeping, always tired and wanting to act the sloth and just lay in your bed all day.

Yet always filled with energy, wanting to find new ruins or quests to do. Always fighting, adrenaline singing in your veins, eyes wide and lips curved in a rare grin when you find something new and unknown, thinking in your mind on why you would want to rest when there is so much more to explore.

You were Dovahkiin, the Dragonborn.

The Honoured Thane of all Skyrim, Harbinger of the Companions, Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold, Listener and Leader of the Dark Brotherhood, Guild-Master of the Thieves Guild, Member of the Bards College, Beloved Apprentice of the Greybeards, Vampire Lord of the Volkihar Clan, Savior of Solstheim, The Victorious Conqueror of Solitude, Peacemaker, Stormblade, Champion of the Nine Divines and Champion of some Daedric Princes, Dragon Priest Slayer, Honorary Member of the Moth Priests, Dwemer Expert, Bounty and Treasure Hunter, Master of the Thu'um, and Vanquisher of the World-Eater Alduin.

So many titles, so many burdens upon your shoulders. Everyone looks to you with hope or fear in their gazes, because of how much power you bear and the many ways you can use it. The responsibilities were endless, always stressed, always tense, always trying to stay two steps ahead of the enemy;whether real or in your mind.

Always rescuing. Yet always killing. Always giving. Yet always stealing. Always finding friends. Yet always being betrayed. A constant cycle, a cycle that has long been in the spectrum of different shades of grey. No longer are actions and choices black and white. Some days you find yourself choosing a light grey, always soothing for your heart that is always being cracked. Always warm.

Other days your choices are too dark, too dirty. Your silence was the strongest those days, for you were screaming in your mind at this madness. Surely you will become mad! The thought of joining Sheogorath in his realm scared you those days. But then you calmed yourself, remembering how the Daedric Prince was, and how you couldn’t help but smile when you were temporarily in his realm for that quest. The Prince was odd and certainly mad, but he was fun and interesting. With this, the darkness soon washes away, but it never gets rid of the stain in your mind and heart.

All these actions, all these choices, all these titles and groups that were yours for you were their trusted and valuable leader.

And yet, at the end of the day, you were just (Y/N). Friends with your once superiors now followers. Even friends with at least two Daedric Princes and friends of dragons. That’s all you wished to be, yet you were so much more.

So much more then you wanted. You never wanted this, never wanted to be the fated hero and savior of the world like something out of a story or legend.

But you were. You’re a hero. A legend.

The day you defeated Alduin you knew Sovngarde would be where you would rest once you die, if not Alduin, then surely all the other tasks you have accomplished. Regardless of race, you knew this.

You’re so much. Yet you did not want to be such.

The day came where you had enough of Skyrim. Where you already explored every ruin, every cave, every rune for a new Shout, every village, every city, every island, every possible realm you can enter, and even every crevice no matter how small.

You were here for so long, surely you would miss your now and only home? The place that held so many comrades, young and old, from Khajit to Nord, mortal or immortal, would you leave them?

Your answer that was before just long and hesistant consideration is now a strong yes in your mind.

You wish to see something new. Not the same land filled with so much sadness and pain, yet happy times and victory. You seek new adventures that would make your blood sing, for it has been long since a quest made you feel such. For menial tasks always made your eyes dead, gait sluggish for you were bored. The gratitude though from the person who asked, made you feel better. The reward of money was now just a plus, a plus that you are growing to believe is unneeded for there is not much of anything you wish to buy in this land. Not anymore.

So you went to the best port of Skyrim, which is in the coast of Solitude. Thankfully the Dainty Sload was still there, for it was the ship you have chosen to carry you in this unique adventure. You climbed aboard, familiarizing yourself once more about the vessel that used to be home of the Corsairs. You knew how to control a ship, and you are sure you will be able to handle it by yourself. Once you were ready, you gazed at Skyrim for one final time. As well as Tamriel.

You do not want to be in this country, believing the other provinces would just be filled with nothing but the same like Skyrim. You want something completely new, completely strange.

You want something unknown.

For even though you deny it, you are an adventurer, therefore a hero. Always excited at new lands, new people, and new quests. It’s just you did not enjoy how others looked at you afterwords. Their awefilled gazes, with hope shining in their pupils as they asked for more favors always expecting for you to succeed because you are the legend, the Dragonborn.

Your gaze was sad as you looked at Solitude, the only city that will see you off. If you had a choice, you would rather see off Whiterun. But alas, Whiterun is near no ocean nor rivers that will eventually lead to one. You gazed at the architecture, your well trained and farseeing eyes taking everything in. You turned, quickly.

Not wanting your mind to think of the prisoners of the Civil War under the Blue Palace, nor of Viarmo the Headmaster of the Bard’s College, or the children who enjoyed playing tag and hide and seek with you.

You prepared the sails to distract yourself from your memories, when your ear twitched.

“Wait!”

Your eyes widened, recognizing the voice, and turned. There was your friend, Serana staring at you with those yellow orange eyes of hers with confused betrayal underneath her pulled up hood to protect her from the sun as she stood at the wooden pier. You stared, not expecting her to be here. You told her to go back home and stay at her castle. Why is she here? That is what you asked, and it caused her fists to clench.

“Why am I here?! You’re leaving! You were going to leave and just leave me here alone. How could you do that?!” The vampire’s voice cracked, eyes filled with tears refused to fall. It made your cracked heart break a little more.

“You weren’t going to be alone, Garen is there as well as the others even though their company can be rather sour—“

She interrupted with a fierce glare and snarl.

“You know that is not what I meant! And at this point, I know you more then I know them. You are my only family left (Y/N). The only one I can fully trust and not use me, who truly cares for me.” You knew she was talking about her mother, Valerica who put Serana to sleep for thousands of years without explaining. The statement only made your brows furrow with emotion. “But then you left me. I know you, how you are. Just like you know me and how I hate being alone. You…” the woman looked down to the ground, pausing, there was a pained silence between the two of you. When she looked up, you tried to not jump off the ship and hug her tight.

“You…you were going to leave me. And never come back.”

She was crying. And your will of leaving this land wavered for a moment.

Only for the littlest of moments.

“You know there is nothing left for me to do here. You say you know me, then you know why I’m doing this.”

‘To escape. To learn. For freedom. For adventure. To forget.’

You continued.

“Skyrim…I have done what I could here. And with what I did with Alduin, I have done enough for Tamriel as well. There’s more to this world then this country, I know there is.” You turned your eyes to the sea, (e/c) eyes distant. Mind in a whirl on just how much different other places are from Tamriel. “I wish to leave this place.” You turned your head back, noticing that Serana was quickly climbing up to the ship. You rose your brow with a disapproving frown.

“What are you doing?” She looked at you with blazing orange eyes, pausing on her movement up the rope ladder on the side of the ship.

“I’m coming with you.”

“No. You are not. It’s too dangerous—“

“And it isn’t dangerous for you?!” She was now on the ship, getting close to your body with her finger waving at your chest. “You think just cause you’ve done all these things that you cannot die? You don’t even know much about the other continents of this world. Of Akavir, Thras, Pyandonea, and Atmora. As well as the destroyed Yokuda and Aldmeris. I can take care of myself, and we have plenty of Bloodcursed Elven Arrows if things become too much. Do you not have faith in my capabilities?”

You do. She’s quite a fighter. It’s just what you seek is something even more outrageous then Serana believes.

“Don’t misunderstand Serana. I know how strong you are, it’s just…I wish for the unknown, my friend. This world, it’s grand isn’t it?” You began walking around, motioning your hands to your sides, your voice slowly getting more animated. “So much mystery, so many places lost as well as races like the Dwemer and Snow Elves who sadly became Falmer. The majority of races came to Tamriel from somewhere else, somewhere beyond. And we don’t even know where some of these lands are! Or if there’s more areas then we think with their own inhabitants!” You looked at her, eyes sparkling with an excited grin. Serana was gazing at you oddly, for seeing you so cheerful about subjects or other these days did not happen often. Her eyes then slowly widened in realization.

“You want to discover a new continent…go to Aldmeris or Yokuda?!” At your silence, lips staying in a smile, she grabbed your shoulders. “That is madness, who knows how long we will be out in the sea with no food and constantly in the sun with no water? Or if we even land somewhere? The inhabitants might be dangerous or more bloodthirsty then my father.” You held back your tongue that you are just as dangerous or even more so with how much you’ve accomplished. As well as say that you may have a touch of madness. “There’s so much risk in this, you really think you cannot die?”

You paused, tilting your head as you gazed at your close female friend that was once the daughter of Harkon. You thought on her words.

Can you die? You’ve been so close numerous times, but that was during your early days of your arrival to Skyrim. You remember the fear, the confusion of this new region and the number of dragons and people wanting your head. It’s been a long time though, you’ve matured and very much experienced with all sorts of enemies.

So, can you die?

“…I don’t know. I do know that this is possible and there’s more to this world then three continents. And,” you grinned slightly, “risks make things fun.”

You stunned Serana into silence, whether from how you aren’t sure if you can die or how you seem to want to find out if you can with this adventure. You thought the danger would make her walk away and leave this ship. And she did walk away. Only towards the main sail and prepare it. You sighed, seeing that she’s determined to follow although you disapprove and are positive you will only worry for her.

But a part of your shattered heart grew warm that you will have someone here with you in this journey. Even though you are positive the woman will complain about the environment till your ears will fall off. What can you say? People who were stubborn and determined always captured your respect and interest, especially if they look at you sadly and ask for favors.

You were always the hero. Always wanting to please and to soothe.

When you made sure there were enough supplies for the both of you, whether food that was salted or items to help purify water as well as good and your precious weapons, the both of you were off.

You did not look back, even when Serana made a comment as she looked at the now faraway city of Solitude.

“Skyrim always was beautiful and had amazing weather…I’m going to miss it.”

‘Me too.’

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