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icouldntthinkofabetternamesook · 2 years

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King’s Tide-Review

Well here we are folks. The season finale of Owl House. After this it’s three specials then nothing. Sorry this took so long to get out my brain refused to write for some reason.

SPOILERS BELOW!

This season has been nonstop action, non stop character development and non stop amazing writing. This episode serves to cap everything off and it does so with style and aplomb. We see the end to our current status quo as everything lined up for the Day of Unity goes off at once.

The Heroes

The Owl House sidesteps the adults being useless while still keeping to focus on the kids and that takes some clever writing. Raine and Eda try to go ahead with their plan which will not work for narrative reasons but does give the adults something to do and avoids the trope of the adults just using the kids as seen often in children's media. We get a sweet sister moment between Lilith and Eda, and of course Raine continues to be amazing. The deep care they feel for Eda really comes across in both dialogue and animation. Eda tries to make a joke of everything because that's her coping mechanism, and Raine immediately keeps their eyes on the situation and gets under her defenses. I look forward to more of them next season and kinda hope the series ends with their wedding.

The flashback to a teenaged previous gen team made probably more sense in earlier drafts where we had a full run time. More flashback filler episodes might have given a bit more context. Another aspect lost to Disney time crunch. Odelia should not be there either way. Raine and Edas plan is immediately wrecked but we get to see the other coven heads at work. Hammer man was cool, poison face was cool, healing coven lady with her murder scapals was cool. Then they are all immediately taken out by the draining spell and their fear in vindicating. No amount of power in a fasict system will ultimately protect you from its ethos.

King does the best he can and winds up saving the day at a steep price. King has another dream sequence of peaking in on The Collector, before King then wakes up in Willow's lap, who provides a touch of foreshadowing about the power of small things at right moments. King is rather useless to Hexsquad for the first half and winds up taking a suspension cable to the face and cracking his skull open. Hexsquad tries to put him to the side to keep him safe but that just puts him closer to the Collector. King can talk the Collector one child to another. His attempts at being serious went nowhere so he goes for manipulative. King is going to be pivotal to all things with the Collector going forward, and I am scared for him

Before moving on to discuss the villains, I want to scooch in a final thought on Luz. Luz is a hypocrite. I noticed it a few episodes ago and it’s once again prominent here. She tells everyone to get through the portal while she holds it, but the second King wants to stay so that everyone can get through the portal it's ‘no one is left behind’. She wants to keep King comfortable and in the dark, but freaks out when Eda tries to do the same to her. She is so willing to sacrifice herself and refuses to understand when others want to as well. She wants to be responsible but freaks out when people try to do the responsible thing. I think it’s my favorite character flaw I’ve ever seen in a protagonist. She holds herself to a different standard and not in a good way. Love it, want to see more of it. Keeps her from being too much of the bland, all loving hero, miss sunshine type.

The villains

Philip is the worst and starts the episode all ready to commit genocde and go home. The writers and animators don’t over act him being crazy. He is a calm, collected zealot, one who’s beliefs have had a four-hundred years to mature to a laser focus. He is 100% convinced he is doing the right thing, and acting rationally even under the most extreme circumstances. He’s authentically happy to see Luz as a fellow human, while in the process of murdering her. He thinks he’s saving her soul from satanic corruption. Such a shame she made the wrong choice, but needs must.

The tete-a-tete between Luz and Belos is a thing of beauty. They play each other so perfectly. The characters are intelligent because the writers are intelligent, and the writers are intelligent because they respect the intelligence of both the audience and the characters. Belos does not suddenly lose IQ points because he needs to be tricked. Luz gets Belos mad enough to throw her and then makes a believable performance in switching sides. It works both on Philip and the audience because the lie is true to her character. She in fact would do anything to save the people she loves, even if it means playing nice with the big bad. He clocks Luz hiding her hand immediately and that cleverness on his part makes her trick of hiding the glove all the better. The only problem is that the Day of Unity doesn’t have an off switch.

I do think that if Belos could stop the spell to save himself he would. We see him turn his head back into Philip to guilt trip Hunter. He’s not out of control. He’s realized that he’s going to die with everyone else and on a revenge rampage. He’s rational enough to plan and control his form and acting like a beast anyway. The calming memories spell immediately goes from happy brother memories to dead brother memories. There were so many dead Golden Guards down there, bones and all. Despite everything I think he actually loved his brother and then just buried all those memories under hate to justify his actions. When you see him turn into beast form, you know the writers are signing his death warrant. He’s that shape purely so the writers can kill him on screen. You know it's coming. It still hits hard.

Hexsquad vs the Emperor is a dark and intense fight scene made all the more so by the redlight of the eclipse. The animation is smooth, everyone is pulling out the full stops. Willow is an absolute tank and she can still barely hold him. He is terrifying and unstoppable.

So when the Collector stops him we know it's serious.

The Collector is absolutely terrifying, and I love him. He is a child, but he is a god powered child with a child's point of view that everything is a game. This is gonna be some wish him into the cornfield shit with the entire island, but mostly King, having to appease a mad god. The Collector is amazing, from their design, to their voice acting, to literally everything out of their mouth. A child from the stars who can’t be stopped and can’t be reasoned with, and has not even the smallest amount of malice in their heart. King has some power over them thanks to his position as friend, but that's tenuous at best. The Collector is so powerful that the Owl Beast immediately senses their freedom, and nearly burns up Eda’s body trying to run away. Rhaine has to rip off her arm to save her life.

Normally it's a downgrade to go from trapped villain with a two-D art style to normal character design but it works with the Collector. The music and the design and wrecking Belos in one shot all make it very clear we are dealing with something downright uncanny. You can understand them, but not stop them. Hexsquad takes the only sane option and runs.

We end on Eda, King and all the residents of the Boiling Isles at the mercy of a child god, and Hexsquad trapped in the human realm. Belos might still be a problem thanks to his goop blob. All our heroes can do is stand in the rain and try not to cry.

#toh #mine

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aimless-imagines-for-fun · 3 years

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Damian Wayne Dating HCs

Pairing :: older/adult!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader

Headcanon :: How Damian gets into and acts in a relationship

Word Count :: 1,676

Warnings :: N/A

A/N :: The image I’m using I created with Artbreeder.

I didn’t call Damian “Robin” and referred to him as a vigilante because Dick stopped being Robin at 25, Jason 22, and Tim 18. The Damian I’m writing is 22. We don’t see much of Older!Damian, and when we do he’s either taken up the mantle of Batman or The Demon’s Head for The League Of Assassins

Getting into a relationship (all of this is in roughly a year) :

Neither you nor Damian know when you started dating, it just sort of happened

He met you at a bookstore you worked at, and you noticed he always came in buying older books about history, warfare, and strategies.

You found the warfare and strategies odd at first but chose not to question it

You asked him out first.

“Why do you always buy these books?” “I like history.” “Oh cool, I do too... Wanna hang out and talk about the First Battle of Tarain?”

You were joking, he said yes to get out of doing a thing with Tim

You each thought it was going to be a small amount of time spent together at some local cafe. You two ended up staying until closing talking about history.

This becomes a bi-weekly thing, you meet up at the cafe, talk until it closes, or go out and talk in a nearby park until sunset.

Damian’s family notices, but choose not to question what he’s doing because it’s seemingly making him less annoyed with people

Dick starts getting curious when he sees Damian smile just a tad bit looking at a text from you

You text him random facts all the time, but they’re weird. “Did you know squirrels are behind most power outages in the US?”

Eventually, you two stop talking about just history and start talking about other things that interest each of you and your personal lives.

You open up more than Damian

Damian pays close attention when he notices you’re talking about something you’re genuinely passionate about He pays attention to detail in general.

For your birthday he got you a leather swiss army medic bag from WWII. You cried tears of joy and jumped onto him for a big long hug.

That was the first time Damian’s heart skipped a beat. After seeing you overjoyed, he realized he likes seeing you happy. It gave him a warm feeling, but he doesn’t know yet he has feelings for you.

Yours and Damian’s first “official date” was to a fancy Wayne Ent. event. This time Damian asked you. He’s super stiff.

“Would you like to accompany me to the upcoming-” “Are you asking me out on a date??” “No, I’m asking you to accompany me-” “I’ll go.”

No one in his family knows your coming, except for Alfred because he was asked to pick you up and bring you to the manor the day of. Alfred is confused the entire car ride because you act super chill

When you show up, the other boys surround you. Dick realizes who you are instantly, Jason thinks you’re not human, Tim is afraid you’re like Damian.

Bruce is silent, and a bit thankful his son found a normal human

Damian picked out your outfit: A fancy dark Sacramento green dress with black heels, a pearl necklace, and pearl bracelets to match.

You panicked when you saw the jewelry and Damian instantly goes into “comfort mode” to reassure you it’s fine. The family is shook.

At the actual event, you feel SUPER AWKWARD. Your family had enough to get by in life, so you feel very out of place around all the rich people

Damian can tell you’re uncomfortable and so he tries to hold onto you at all times to help you feel comfortable

Ex: He holds your hand, puts a hand on your shoulder, stands directly next to you so your arms are touching.

You eventually feel comfortable, but, you’re both bored there, so you suggest hiding in the outside garden

Finally alone, you two start talking about the other batboys

“Does Dick always try to show off odd party tricks?” “Only when he sees a pretty lady.”

“Why was Jason just standing in the corner looking at everyone?” “He doesn’t like dressing up.”

“Come on, there’s no way Tim’s actually happy here.” “Did you see him on the dance floor?” He has awesome dance moves, he’s just very energetic.

You eventually start talking about something else.

You can hear the music from inside, so you two start slow dancing together.

He’s holding one of your hands and has a hand placed on the small of your back. You rest your head on his shoulder and have your free hand flat on his chest.

It’s in this instant you each realize you have feelings for one another.

You two swayed around slowly until the song eventually ended.

When you two pull away, you stare into his green eyes briefly before you place a hand on his cheek and pull him down for a kiss.

Once In A Relationship :

You and Damian are a good pair because he’s serious and you’re go-with-the-flow. If he starts over-analyzing something, you start relaxing him.

You two spend at least one day a week together, and you constantly text each other basic messages like “How was your day?”, “Are you okay?”, “Good morning/night”, “Have a nice day”

If you take over an hour to reply to Damian he gets anxious something bad happened to you.

He legitimately gets ready to start searching EVERY PART of Gotham until he gets a text “Sorry, I was taking a nap. Long day at work.”

When you two are together, you’re usually out or at your apartment. He only takes you to the manor if none of the other guys are there.

He took you once with everyone there. Never again.

Dick: “Oh my god! Look! He has a little girlfriend! How cute, Damian’s growing up.” “I’m 22.”

Tim: “You… You look so nice. Why? How is she so nice and you’re so… you.” “I’ll murder you and make it look like an accident.”

Jason: “How? Did you threaten her? Is he threatening you?” “Dames is super sweet.”

When you call Damian “Dames”, your nickname for him, they all lose their shit.

“DAMES?” “YOU HAVE A NICKNAME FOR HIM?” “DA-ME-SSS?” “DO YOU HAVE MORE?” “D-A-M-E-S?”

Your nicknames for Damian: Dame, Love, and Mr. Serious

Damian’s nicknames for you: Beloved, Love, and Sunflower

He briskly drags you away before you can say anything else, and you just go with it.

“??I thought we were going to talk more to your brothers??” “They’re not my brothers.” “Okay. I appreciate you.” “.....I appreciate you too.”

You two don’t say “I love you” very often. Instead, you say “I appreciate you”. You do say “I love you” in private/intimate moments, but in public/at random you say “I appreciate you”

Damian isn’t possessive, just protective. There’s a difference.

He’s never been in a serious relationship before and he’s never loved someone romantically like with you before, so he wants to make sure you’re safe and comfortable 24/7

The first time a random guy catcalled you while you were with Damian, he instantly defended your honor.

“What did you say?” He grabs the guy and easily raises him a foot off the ground. He forces the guy to apologize and lets him fall on the ground after.

Quickly, you reassured Damian he doesn’t need to go to such lengths to “defend your honor”. You tell him to ignore people like that guy because they’re nobodies.

After a few months, you start to pick up on the fact you two rarely spend time together after sunset.

You questioned him once about it and he quickly told you it’s because he helps his father with Wayne Ent. You never questioned him again.

You didn’t 100% believe his answer, but trust he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you

One time you called him crying at night. He was about to go on patrol, then dropped everything to go to your apartment and make sure you were okay.

Damian got a key to your apart about a year into the relationship.

There are times you go to sleep alone and wake up with him asleep, arms wrapped around you. He doesn’t do this often, only after a rough night on a patrol or a particularly dark mission.

Damian’s usually a realist, but when he sees you smile and laugh, he becomes an optimist for a split second

He isn’t big on PDA, so depending on his mood sometimes you hold hands when walking, other times you just lock your pinkies together.

When one of you notices the other is upset though, then you get touchy to calm the other down

Sometimes, when you two are alone at your apartment or the mansion, you don’t speak. You just rest and enjoy the silence while laying on top of one another.

If you lay on Damian, you’re literally on top of him snuggling into his chest. He holds one of your hands and rubs your back.

If Damian lays on you, you’re usually sitting and he places his head on your lap. You love playing and messing around with his hair.

When you found out Damian’s a vigilante, it was a massive accident

You called him while he was on patrol, whispering in a shaking voice that two men had broken into your apartment.

He booked it to your apartment and busted through the window, in costume.

After taking care of the guys and handing them over to the authority, he starts questioning you to make sure you’re okay. When you don’t answer he realizes he’s still in costume talking to you now.

You’re in shock because now a lot of things make sense.

You’re upset for about an hour(because Damian knows how to make you happy when you’re angry) and then you’re utterly fascinated by Damian’s other life

Damian tells you he doesn’t want you to know a lot because it could put you in danger and you’re the one part of his life that’s normal

You accept his wishes and continue with your relationship as normal.

There are only two things that changed:

One: Damian moves you to a more secure apartment and makes sure you have plenty of bats or batons you could use to protect yourself “just in case”

Two: Damian spends almost every night at your apartment after patrol now

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne headcanon #damian wayne fanfic #damian wayne fluff #damian wayne fanfiction #damian al ghul #older!damian wayne #adult!damian wayne

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sokka-simp · 3 years

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Christmas Headcanons

Bakugo, Deku, Todoroki S. x reader

A/N: so I’m randomly making this because I think my blog needs some Christmas Headcanons and I myself love Bakugo so he’s a given but I know there are some Deku and Todoroki fans that may like my fics somewhere so I added them on for ✨v a r i e t y✨

Fluff

Bakugo

Bakugo was never one that was super big on Christmas, like don’t get me wrong, he didn’t dislike Christmas he just didn’t really care

The only thing he liked about it was getting presents and bragging about them to his friends

He only ever got presents from his parents and Deku because he never EVER bought people gifts

That was until he went to UA and he met you and the rest of the Bakusquad

Who all LOVE Christmas

His first year there he still refused to buy any of them Christmas gifts but no ho ho the others didn’t think the same

You got him an All Might figure

Kiri got him new gloves cause he kept burning through his

Mina got him a mini Christmas tree, which he acted particularly upset about because ‘I don’t even give a fuck about Christmas Pinky!’ He liked it though which was obvious to everyone else

Denki got him a bra for his ‘bakutitties’, Sero had to tape him to the wall to make sure Denki wasn’t gruesomely murdered

Sero got him a cool black and orange hoodie Bakugo was taped to the wall again just for fun and as an extra gift from Sero

He felt bad, so he went and got everyone something for New Years ‘since it’s a tradition in his family. Tch.’ and not because he didn’t get them anything for Christmas

After that first year, he liked Christmas a lot more

You watch Die Hard multiple times every year because Bakugo thinks it’s the only “Christmas” movie worth watching

You agree but force him to watch other movies too

He only does it so you guys can cuddle, he denies that though

“You pulled me into your side before the intro was finished and you’re gonna say you don’t like cuddles?” “No I didn’t dumbass, shut the fuck up! ....and play another one.” “YOU DONT EVEN LIKE CHRSITMAS MOVIES! YOU JUST LIKE CUDDLES! ADMIT IT.” “NO I FUCKING DONT, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TURN ON THE GRINCH OR SOME SHIT!” “YOU ARE THE GRINCH! Wait don’t leave 🥺” “tch. Come here.”

You guys cuddle a lot in general because you’re both touch starved, but Christmas time makes it more normal so you guys cuddle a lot more

Like a lot

Not in public though, bakubaby isn’t a fan of PDA except hand holding ‘cause it’s cold’

But if you’re alone or in the 1-A building you guys cuddle all the time. You’re in the common room on a couch, boom cuddling. You’re doing homework together, boom sitting in his lap. You’re watching a movie in his bed, boom spooning.

He makes you special homemade hot chocolate

And regular chocolate

And literally anything you want

You buy him special spicy chocolate cause you can’t cook for shit, or at least not good enough for Bakugo

You tried once and burned chocolate at 3 in the morning, setting off the fire alarm, and causing everyone to have to evacuate. He made fun of you for a good month or 2 after that. He honestly still does

You buy and force him to wear ugly Christmas sweaters every year

You buy some for the bakusquad too

You have epic snow battles, like, I almost broke your nose and had a flu half of break after spending hours in freezing weather snow battles

You’re both competitive though, so you both end up either never winning or having the same amount of wins and it pisses you both off sooooooo much

You both spend days looking for the perfect gift for each other after getting together

Like you have a straight up list for everytime he even slightly hints at liking something because he sure as hell won’t tell you what he wants

You got him new mountain climbing equipment, an All Might poster, and a shirt that said ‘I’m stupid’ so you could wear the ‘im with stupid’ one

You spend Christmas Eve at one of your houses and Christmas Day at the other

You’re parents buy you and Bakugo matching Pajamas for Christmas Day, whether it’s at your house or his

When he opens your gift he’s vibing until the shirt. He glares at you so hard, that if you didn’t know he was whipped for you, you probably would have pissed yourself.

You laughed instead which caused a long string of curses

After opening gifts you guys spend the day cuddling and having snowball fights then going out with the Bakusquad for Christmas desserts

Deku

Deku looooooooves Christmas

He’s one of those people who claim to like buying people gifts more than getting gifts

Like he buys gifts for everyone in the class. And the teachers. And principal Nezu. And all his favorite pro-heros. And his mom. And that random homeless dude on the street. And his favorite food place’s employees. And just everyone.

He goes broke every year

He’s a liar though, he loves opening gifts. Sometimes he feels bad, but if it has something to do with All Might, he’ll let himself forget the price

The first year at UA, you suggested secret Santa for the Dekusquad and everyone loved it, especially Deku

Deku got Uraraka

Uraraka got You

You got Todoroki

Todoroki got Iida

Iida got Tsuyu

and Tsuyu got Deku

Deku, Iida and you went alllllll out

Urakaka tried to get something good but she didn’t have a lot to spend

~Baby’s broke 👊🏼😔

Todoroki didn’t really care and just asked Deku what Iida would want

Tsuyu got Deku the first All Might thing she saw above 10 dollars

You and Deku mega bonded while being stressed over gifts and started having gift shopping dates hangouts

You went out on your first date together a few days after Christmas, when Deku realized he couldn’t keep using Christmas shopping as an excuse to hang out

The next year, during Christmas, you did everything together

Decorate your dorms, decorate the common room, go gift shopping, ambush Iida with snowballs, cuddle, watch Christmas movies and so on

You and Deku 100% recreate Hallmark Christmas movies with the Dekusquad. They all vibe, except Todoroki because he thinks it is so stupid

Deku’s mom knits everyone from the Dekusquad ugly Christmas sweaters with their initials on it every year

Your family invites Deku and his mom over to have Christmas dinner with them

You buy him the most limited edition All Might stuff you can find

You stay up all night just so you can order it as soon as you can, you will literally camp outside of stores in snow so you can get it for him

He does the same for your interest though so it’s worth it

And it’s especially worth it when you get to see his eyes light up when he sees what you got him

You both open presents separately with your family in the morning, but you meet up a few hours before dinner to exchange your gifts to each other and get hot chocolate from your favorite cafe

Bonus story: One time you and Deku decided to go to a cat cafe on a whim and saw Aizawa sensei laying on his back in the middle of the cafe with cats all over him. You all stared at each other until you and Deku slowly backed out of the cafe. You 3 never brought it up. But you and Deku laughed about the 32 customer of the month pictures of Aizawa that were on the wall.

Deku has straight up cried opening your gifts before

You love him so much 🥺💕😩

And when you open your gift and get the goofy smile full of love on your face, Deku can’t help but think he’s the luckiest guy on Earth.

It’s just both your favorite time of the year

Todoroki

Todoroki never celebrated Christmas with his family unless it was for plublicity or something

His mom would buy him and his siblings all small gifts but she didn’t have much freedom to go and get anything big or really wanted by the kids

They all appreciated it nonetheless

So when the Dekusquad forced asked him to join the secret santa, he didn’t know what to do at all

So he went to you and to get you to help him find a perfect gift for his secret santa person, which was Uraraka

You agreed to help, being the amazing significant other that you are

You were no help, at all. You could not stop laughing when he pulled up dumb gifts

And when you found out what you were going to get him for Christmas you teased him and gave him hints every 5 minutes just to annoy him

So he ended up going to Deku and Iida because one was serious all the time and the other was so obsessed with Christmas, he changed his comforter to be All Might in a Christmas hat

They helped a lot more

He still enjoyed hanging out with you though

You and todoroki have weekly ‘Make fun of Hallmark Movies’ nights each week, starting at the beginning of December obviously and going until January.

You stay up til like 4 in the morning cuddling and having fights about who’s the most annoying character

You always buy Todoroki candy canes because ‘look sho, they look just like you, and they’re sweet like you too’

Cue the mass amount of blushing everytime you say anything remotely nice to him ever

For Christmas you got him a few things but the best is an Endeavor dart board. You saw it and got it with no hesitation.

Your gift for him consists of his dart board, mini candy canes, a soba place gift card, and a coupon book, hand-made, full of coupons that just say ‘cuddle with Y/N’

One of his gifts for you is an ‘I hate endeavor shirt’ because if he’s the president of the ‘I Hate Endeavor’ club, you’re Vice President.

The amount of times Todoroki has had to stop you from attacking his dad on sight is higher than the amount of people All Might has saved

But the other gifts really depend on what you like, because baby doesn’t wanna disappoint you, not after he has been disappointed every Christmas until you

Todoroki 100% always comes over for Christmas. Your parents would drag Todoroki from his house if they had too

He comes over Christmas Eve and spends the night, then stays for everything. Opening gifts, stockings, Christmas dinner, etc.

He even has his own stocking with his name embroidered on it

When he opened your gift the evil smile he had on his face made you know it was perfect

And the soba place card made him just as happy, he’s so lucky to have you

He loves the giddy face you have as you open the shirt first and put it right on over your pajamas

Wow he loves you

Wow you love him

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canary3d-obsessed · 4 years

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 06 (first part)

(Masterpost)(Episode 05)

Warning: This contains spoilers for All 50 Episodes

Bad Boys Bad Boys What You Gonna Do

Nie Huasang’s brought his nuts, and someone’s brought wine, so the boys are drinking in Wei Wuxian’s guest house. Finally he gets to drink some of the Emperor’s Smile wine that he’s been doing all those product placements for.

Boys, get a bowl or something for your shells, were you raised in a barn?

Wei Wuxian hits on waxes poetic about the wine, and Jiang Cheng tells him to shut up.

Wang Zhuocheng’s raw-fish-eating face may have failed him, but his drunk faces do not disappoint.

Wei Wuxian teases Jiang Cheng about his list of standards for a chick: She should have natural beauty, be virtuous and caring, from a good family, not too talkative, with a gentle voice, and not too capable. Also she should not spend too much money. Drunken running ensues.

Cue Maple Leaf Rag by Scott Joplin

(more behind the cut)

Much of the fandom has decided this list is a good fit for Nie Huaisang himself, and it sorta is. But he is both talkative and unvirtuous, what with all the current sneakiness, and all the eventual murders.

This also definitely doesn't fit Wen Qing because she's capable as hell.

This list is, however, a 100% a match for Jiang Yanli. Not in a weird, Jin Guangyao way--a lot of men want to marry a woman like their sister. In a gender-divided and generation-divided society, a man’s sister might be the only woman he’s ever known well. Jiang Cheng adores Yanli and she’s his ideal model of a woman, as opposed to his mother, who...isnt.

All these robes and talismans over the door do nothing to stop Lan Wangji from strolling in.

Okay so - Lan Wangji is the senior disciple of the Lan Clan, yea? There is no way that patrolling the guest area is in any way his job. He is just walking around here at night specifically to see what Wei Wuxian is doing.

I already did a gifpost of the boys and their totally nonsexual horseplay, over here. I’ll just add, for sad factor, that Jiang Cheng is play-choking Wei Wuxian when they’re all on the bed, and later in the running-and-crying episode he is gonna for-real choke him. Foreshadowing! or maybe just coincidence!

One fun thread running through the young-cultivators episodes is that Nie Huaisang is legit terrified of Lan Wangji while also having a major aesthetic crush on him. Look at how flustered he is here, trying to act sober while also checking him out.

Lan Wangji is shocked and visibly upset - what are you guys doing? This is not his busting face, this is, for a moment, his vulnerable and disillusioned face. He is super not used to what normal people are like.

Wei Wuxian doesn't lie or otherwise try to get off the hook, which has got to have Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang grinding their teeth in frustration. He invites Lan Wangji to join them for a drink. LWJ cites a the “no drinking on campus” rule and WWX tries to convince him to chill.

Then we have this lovely coordinated faint by the boys, to get out of going to get punished. Nie Huaisang has been practicing fainting in front of a mirror just in case he ever needs a skill like that in the future.

Wei Wuxian keeps trying to turn this into a date. Eventually Lan Wangji is so upset he admits he can’t take all three of them by himself.

Then the boys run away fake-barfing and Wei Wuxian hits Lan Wangji with a talisman.

Steal His Agency That’s What You’re Gonna Do

What Wei Wuxian does to Lan Wanji here is definitely wrong. But it's not entirely a disaster. It allows some crucial information to be shared between them, and it results in Wei Wuxian getting the utter shit beat out of him and never doing this again. I mean, he continues to mind-control his enemies and their eventual corpses, but he doesn't intentionally violate a friend or ally's autonomy in the future. Uhh not counting that whole golden core surgery-without-consent situation. And probably some other situations I’ve forgotten. He improves slightly, okay?

It’s important to note, incidentally, that the Lan rules about drinking and other “vices” should not be viewed through a Christian lens. The Lans are neither puritans nor ascetics (look at their clothes, furniture, and jewelry, for starters). Being drunk is forbidden probably because it’s a loss of self-control.

Speaking of self-control, mad props to Wang Yibo for being able to have zero physical reaction to fingers snapping in his face.

Drunk Lan Wangji

Under duress, Lan Wangji knocks back a cup of wine and promptly passes most of the way out.

Wei Wuxian puts Lan Wangji into bed not unkindly, but pretty much like a sack of potatoes. Compare this to how tenderly he handles Lan Wangji the next time he’s drunk.

WWX tells LWJ to call him Wei Gege, and giggles. Is this a term of endearment in this context? So far the various boys are calling each other -xiong, not -ge or gege. In Western media, men calling each other “bro” is basically saying “no homo,” but brotherhood and sisterhood in C-Drama is often a way of indicating stronger love than friendship, without saying whether it's sexual or not.

They finally start to have a conversation, and when Lan Wangji explains that no-one can touch his headband except, etc etc, Wei Wuxian stops trying to touch it. So at least he's not a handsy bastard in addition to all his other faults.

Wei Wuxian tells Lan Wangji that his clan is boring and women won't want to marry him. Lan Wangji says that's fine. On one level this is the show acknowledging that he's gay, but I think he's responding in a gender-neutral way; he doesn't want to marry anyone. Marriage, from his perspective, is the literal worst.

We don't know how he felt about his father, but he definitely loved his mother deeply, and she had a profoundly unhappy marriage, in which her husband did not provide companionship and her children were taken from her.

A note about all that: The dynamics of heterosexual marriages in The Untamed are not based on contemporary companionate marriage. Sex and reproduction is a wife's job in this world, and giving a gentry woman the option to choose her husband is radical. Wei Wuxian is the only one who dares say that Jiang Yanli should have a choice when Jin Guangshan casually tries to give her to his son in front of everyone.

OP made this today but will totally reuse it when episode 23 rolls around

So Lan Wangji’s parents' marriage was extremely problematic but not necessarily for the reasons it would be in contemporary terms. Having signed on to marry Lan Dad, Mom would have expected to live together and get laid regularly (important for health, in some traditional views, regardless of love/no love) and to have the company of her children. Instead, she was isolated. Lan Dad wanted to have it both ways and so even though he loved her and apparently hooked up with her sometimes, he didn't do his duty by her. She didn't love him but she did her duty.

Wei Wuxian continues to not get it, calling Lan Wangji dull and babbling about Lan Wangji’s parents until he realizes that LWJ is an orphan like him.

A nice shift happens here. Once the penny drops, Wei Wuxian doesn't ask a single additional question - he just sees - by reading Lan Wangji’s face - what the deal is, and shares his own story to show he understands.

This is the first time Wei Wuxian mentions being chased by dogs, which is kind of a big deal, because why was he left all alone when his parents died?

Why didn't anyone take him in before Jiang Fengmian found him? How isolated are independent cultivators in this world?

Tea Time

Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen are having tea, and the Lan Clan is so uptight they don't touch each other's teacups. I don't know what this thing is called so I'm going to call it a tea speculum.

Lan Qiren is back from the cultivation conference and says the red crack plague is happening over in Qinghe where the Nie clan lives. Lan Xichen fills him in on the water demon, specifically saying Wei Wuxian figured out the connection to the red crack dudes, and explaining who WWX is, as if Lan QIren hadn't already thrown stuff at him and threatened to eventually kill him.

Fun fact that I just noticed this week so didn't make it into earlier posts: In Episode 46, when Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are in the Jiang ancestral hall, WWX says he was often punished to kneel there, and LWJ said that they heard about this in Gusu.

So when WWX came to Gusu he already had a reputation as a troublemaker, and the Lan brothers were aware of it.

Busted and Beaten

A Lan snitch comes in to say that Wei Wuxian has successfully corrupted Lan Wangji, which really shouldn’t cause as much surprise as it does.

“Wei Wuxian got drunk”

“Lan Wangji got drunk”

Lan Xichen takes a moment to consider carefully whether Wei Wuxian is a good friend for his little brother and whether perhaps he was too hasty in throwing them together. Ha ha ha no he doesn’t.

On the punishment porch, Lan Xichen tries to lecture Lan Wangji in a calm way, but Lan Qiren wants to beat him and Lan Wangji wants to get beat. Wei Wuxian can’t understand why Lan Wangji doesn’t let him take the blame for the drinking.

Lan Qiren goes way the fuck overboard with this punishment because he's angry--losing control and losing his sense of proportion--and Lan Xichen is shocked. The drone camera watching from above is also shocked.

Lan Qiren has a few (very few) redeeming qualities, but his extreme rigidity and chronic resentment of anyone he perceives as bad are serious problems. His nephews are both struggling with complex moral quandaries as they get older, and he is absolutely no help to them in resolving their conflicts.

This is definitely...a style of parenting & teaching, but you can see how poorly it works, with Lan Wangji straight up saying “fuck it” after many years of conformity. Lan Xichen is devoted to the middle path and tries to be obedient. But he is actually not walking anywhere near the middle path, as he gets pulled into colluding with a murderer at the same time as getting dragged onto his brother’s carnival ride. These men need parenting that isn’t so, uh, fucking stupid. (Yes, grown adults still need good parenting; watch Go Ahead if you doubt me)

Wei Wuxian initially yells and falls down when he gets hit, but then he sees Lan Wangji is taking the beating without any reaction and he tries to do the same.

Aftermath

Jiang Yanli gently lectures the boys, blaming Jiang Cheng for Wei Wuxian's drinking. Jesus Christ, he's the younger sibling, could you just NOT, Yanli?

Both boys ask Yanli not to tell their parents. The boys bicker about who's at fault and then Wei Wuxian shifts to baby voice and starts whining to Yanli about the pain.

Yanli tells him to suck it up, and says after school she'll -- ok and I know this will be a surprise for everyone -- make soup for them. The boys immediately get back on the same team, which is team Please Put Meat In the Soup.

There's a nice character building moment for Wei Wuxian here. When he sees Lan Xichen he initially turns away to avoid running into him, but then he adults-up and goes to face him and greet him, giving him a half of a bow because of the pain, the pain. Rather than complaining about his punishment he meekly asks if he's broken another rule.

Lan Xichen tells him that he did wrong but that Lan Qiren’s punishment was too harsh, and then in what is one of my favorite Lan Xichen moments, invites Wei Wuxian to use the cold spring to heal, but doesn't invite Jiang Cheng to go with him even though Jiang Cheng also was beaten. Lan Xichen, Matchmaker Auntie Extraordinaire.

Then he answers Wei Wuxian’s question about his mom by saying she was just like Wei Wuxian and drove Lan Qiran up the wall. Jiang Cheng's reaction to that is really sweet. He does enjoy Wei Wuxian at the same time as being constantly irritated by him.

Lan Xichen does his patented “breaking off in the middle of saying something and leaving out a chunk of the story” maneuver, although this time he doesn't include a flute solo.

OP is mildly obsessed with Xuan Lu’s shoulders in this outfit. Also Yanli has an interesting sword, that's got some wood carving similar to Subian, but without the organic look, which OP only noticed because of screen capping Xuan Lu’s shoulders.

Club Ruohan

Wen Qing continues to be pretty and slightly evil at this stage, sending magic fire notes to her boss using this talisman that is definitely floating in the air and not just hanging from a string.

Wen Ruohan is in the mosh pit with his zombie groupies while he reads Wen Qing’s extremely vague status update and says "it all makes sense."

Reach out and touch faith

Soundtrack

Maple Leaf Rag by Scott Joplin Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode

Writing Prompt

How did Wei Wuxian’s parents die?

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omfgggg pregnant!deku. imagine where no. 1 hero is not only an omega but is pregnant and it's still early in his first trimester so he's running around kicking ass but IT'S DEKU so ppl frets and worry over his safety that even villains r like uh i dont wanna mess w/ that. deku is like ridiculously popular & well like even among criminal bc he believes in 2nd chances & rehab of the criminals/villains & fight for disenfranchised youths who fell on the wrong side of the track. so yea, they fight against him but they're also kinda soft for him!!!

so when they found out their fav hero is pregnant & still patrolling there's like some super-secret nonverbal agree among them that they won't stop doing what they are doing but like,,,, nobody fucking touch deku ok or you'll deader than dead. which is ALL KIND OF HILARIOUS bc deku coming to a bank robbery & the criminals doesnt stop their crime but when they fight him, they're like super careful w/ him making sure he doesn't get knock back, fall, or hurt himself too much.

when deku finally captured them and as they're about to taken away, they happily congratulated him on his pregnancy & ask if he'd thought of names yet & one of them is like, "oh, when my husband was pregnant eating X & Y really help with the nausea." and izuku is like,,, thanks???

there's like so many ppl invested in deku's pregnancy that it bizarre bc he's not the first or the last omega to ever be pregnant but he's deku, prohero, no.1 rank, and symbol of hope. all that means is there's a hyper fixation on everything about him esp now that he's pregnant. talk shows, news channel, & celeb gossip show are all talking about it one way or another. whether he's should take an early leave of work or not bc of the danger of his job, the baby's sex, his pregnancy craving, bump watch (I KNOW), & even a countdown to his due date.

the entire country is in a baby fever just bc of deku. everybody talk obsessively about it & even if you find that one person who does not care they def know someone who does. all this happen while deku just go about his day like all of Japan isnt watching his every move lol. the strangest thing about deku's pregnancy is that there's no sign of the other parent?? deku isnt even dating anyone. he never mention any alpha AT ALL, only declaring that he plans to raise his baby all by himself as a single parent which blew their fucking mind bc wtfffff.

look, deku is the most famous omega around, sitting high atop of the world as the no. 1 hero & is adore by the mass--he's greatest omega of his generation some would say so yea there's lot of expectation & hope place on him but deku is deku & he does what he wants. ppl speculate that maybe he's pregnant bc he had a one night stand and this was accident, maybe he has been in a secret relationship all this time, maybe this baby was from a spurned lover or WORST yet a produce of rape... LIKE there's so many rumor swirling around but the answer is actually v v v simple. deku has always wanted a child and since he's nearing 30 right now, he thought it's hightime he has one and the other father? JUST A DONOR. it's nothing serious or complicated as ppl imagine to be.

deku wants a kid and now he has one!! but ppl just can't comprehend how it could be that simple when the most notoble omega in all of japan decide he wants a kid W/O having a mate and he's going to raise this baby all by himself and nope he's not even going to quit his job at ALL to have a family. deku is just--blowing their mind lol

the world doesn't so much get over it as they just kinda get dragged along bc deku does not give a single fuck wut other think and proceed to be immersed in his pregnancy and try to survive the next 6 months while everyone waited on bated breath to see what deku does next. the only thing that stick is the constant rumor mill of who is the donor of deku's baby. they assume that deku wouldn't just pick a stranger bc he's sentimental like that so speculations run amok about every alpha that is closely associate with deku.

there are public polls, betting rings w/ billions on the line, televised debates, internet flame wars, and ACTUAL ARGUMENTS B/T FAMILY/FRIENDS/COWORKERS on who the fuck is deku's donor! even more than deku's baby, they're fucking obsessed on finding out who is the actual donor. the thing is it's not THAT big of a secret. all of class A are in the loop, his mom know (ofc), and even his agency but they all managed to keep it a secret bc deku's privacy is the utmost important & beside the other father would literally MURDER them if it ever get expose.

this is how it went: bullied by his pr team, deku went on a variety show where they have to babysit kids & put through various childbearing challenge while cameras record them for entertainment purpose. It's there when deku realized "ah, I WANT THIS. I WANT THIS V BADLY." deku is climbing close to his 30 now, he's well established presence in the hero world, and his life is pretty stable so it's high time he have his own little family but the thing is babies are two ppl business. they don't just come from thin air so deku did the next best thing.

katsuki would like to say he didn't see this coming the same way you would not expect to be attack by a shark on land, but in this case deku is that fucking shark & katsuki is the idiot that get completley blindsided by him when deku cornered him one day and asked for his sperm.

ok, bakudeku aint dating. they have deep & complicated history that is not only confusing o everybody else but also confusing to them. 'friend' would be to light of a word but anything else is left undefined bc how do you explain more than 2 decades of w/e they are to each other. katsuki doesn't want to talk about the amount of time he'd used image of deku to get off while in rut just so he can survive through it, while the next few days trying to resist punching deku in the face bc he act like a sacrificial idiot who got a cross he wants to bear.

it's not 100% healthy his therapist unhelpfully pointed out but the core of all his volatile feelings have always been named deku & katsuki doesn't know how to compartmentalize it properly bc katsuki may have squashed to something small & insignificant but it's heavy & permanent. so when deku laid his fucked up request at katsuki's feet, he broke the table they were using and nearly walked out if deku didn't catch him by the arm in time.

"kacchan, pls here me out first," deku begged of him, his sweet permeating the air; he's NOT PLAYING FAIR AT ALL. whoever said alphas are the dominate sex in the world have never met an omega, a determine goal focus omega with babies on the brain like deku.

"kacchan, recently i realized that im only getting older so i want a child when i still can," deku explained. "so won't you help me? i know settling down right now is the farthest thing from your mind, but im not asking you anything like that," he continued as katsuki quietly fumed in the background. "i just want your help in making this selfish wish of mine come true. you're among my top choices, kacchan."

Katsuki jerked up. "wait, you mean to say there's a fucking list of alphas you plan to extort their sperm from?" he seethed, feeling like deku had took a goddamn knife to his pride and butcher it completely. "how many other ppl have you asked before you even came to me?!"

"im not extorting anything from anyone." Deku frowned. "and, well, you always lectured me about diving head first w/o any backup plans," he pointed out, "so i made sure to leave several options open just in case the first one fell through. see? i did thought this one thru."

katsuki nearly broke another piece of furniture at the thought of deku asking someone else to father his child as though he was just another face in a long list of ppl deku could use. "What did every alpha on ur shitty list rejected u already so now have to come to me for help?"

deku, who was no.1 for a reason, narrowed his eyes and the air crackled around them. "kacchan, this is extremely important to me so i wouldnt just chose anyone. i only know a handful of alphas i can trust and someone im happy to share the other half of my child with. you're the 1st person that came to my mind when i thought about a child growing inside of me," he said, wrapping his arm around his flat tummy. "despite our many differences you're the one i admire the most. your strength & ambition, grounded by your strong drive & work ethics. the fact that you got where you are w/ your own hands & wits to guide you, i think you're just amazing. so how could i not want those kind of qualities for my own child," deku explained. "im sure a child born from half of your genes you will shine just brightly as you do."

katsuki felt so taken back that found his tongue heavy and words were escaping him. on one hand he felt a rush of pride and a strange sensation of happiness that deku had specifically chosen him out of his potential candidates bc of the greatness he had seem in katsuki but he'd also narrowed katsuki out not bc of some sentimental bullshit or lingering feelings but he thought of providing his future child with the best gene pool as possible so his child can flourish. it's a damn ego busting for katsuki but deku was clearly a man on a mission.

katsuki hesitated and thought what it would mean to have a child out there who carry a lil part of him in them; it's unnerving and humbling at the same time. he never thought of it himself but deku had dream of this, wanted this so badly enough to beg katsuki for help.

"alright," he said finally, not knowing exactly what compelled him to agree, but the look of utter happiness spreading across deku's face as he can barely contain his joy. a single word from him had caused deku's word to shift and rearranged itself to make room for another life.

and that's how katsuki got con into helping izuku make a baby lol. but, really katsuki was the one who agreed to it out of his own will bc he's an idiot & also terribly whipped; omegas are the ones ppl should be frighten of bc once they make up their mind it's hard to move them. they're an unstoppable force, something to be reckon w/ esp when that omega is the no.1 hero who fought his way to the top of the rankings and maintain that status quo for many years despite how many times katsuki tried to topple him from that perch LOL.

katsuki already lost the war before he'd even put a foot down on battlefront the moment deku'd opened his mouth & demanded his sperm AND HE KNEW IT TOO. so that was how katsuki found himself preparing to empty his balls in front of a two-way mirror in a mating clinic bc of deku. omegas, esp males, are the most fertile when they're in heat & when an alpha go in a rut, but the both of them have this arrangment that's more of a duty than any feelings involve bc they cant risk getting mix up in the hormones. this is for deku & his future child!!! so the clinic had prepared a large room w/ two way dividing mirrors& open air vents circulating b/t the two rooms so they can breathe in each other scene where deku can have his heat on one side and katsuki can watch BUT NOT TOUCH and get his rut on so he can produce sperm.

it's uh, not supposed to be v sexy since it's all clinical & shit but bakudeku being bakudeku they nearly tear the room apart to get to each other in heat/rut madnes. deku had blushed earlier as he asked to be bind with quirk restrictions cuff just in case he go crazy which HE DID. at first the nurses there was more worry about katsuki going crazy and out of control bc he has been known to fall pretty high on the alpha aggression and they fear it would be katsuki who would be dangerous; BUT NOPE it's deku all all along who almost broke the REINFORCED MIRROR just so he can get to katsuki!!!! DEKU WHO PPL SOMETIMES FORGET IS LIKE THE NO. 1 HERO FOR A REASON. soft and sweet deku who single handedly can fuck you up with just his fingers if he want to. he's an omega on a mission and he wants that knot up his ass AND HE WANTS IT NOW.

the nurses & docs have to use everything in their toolkit to pull bakudeku apart. when it's all said and done, katsuki embarrassingly produce buckets of cum enough to last deku a looooooong long time if the first one didn't take lol while deku couldn't look at katsuki in the eyes. they are both horridly embarrass about their 'not mating' and their action toward each other there even though they never actually touch each other through out the whole heat/rut procedure. despite the fact that they DIDN'T HAVE ANY SEX, it was still the hottest exp for both.

katsuki never seen more more feral and fierce omega who nearly broke the entire room just to get to him, in that moment if katsuki wasn't in love already he would have been half way there and izuku didn't expect KATSUKI AT ALL. the way he had handle izuku was completely diff. in izuku's heat fever, katsuki was the lone anchor who'd provided him grounding. he tried to calm deku down from his ramp up hormones even though he was as clearly affected as deku. forceful but not unforgiving, commanding not unyielding, firm but gentle.

it was electric.

it was as though izuku was a wild animal unleashed and katsuki managed to tamed him and he never had even had to raise a single finger to do it. it was all in his words that cut through izuku's hazy feverish wants and desires. the kind of alpha that made deku's knees weak.

after that, they have wordless mutual agreement to never talk about it. deku got the sperms he wanted and katsuki had finally fullfiedd his obligation and isn't responsible for deku or his future child. HE'S DONE. they dont have anything to do w/ each other anymore. RIGHT??? ha.

it's funny bc izuku had his hope on a child but didn't think it would take so soon! he'd thought he would fail a few times first before he get really lucky w/ conception bc of his age now that he's older, this 'psuedo mating' can't replace real mating, & biology is fucking weird. even the fertility doc couldn't promise this procedure to insert bkg's sperm in him when he's still got in a heat fever will work 100% and if they fail, they have to wait for another HEAT to come before it could work. which mean months of waiting in b/t so izuku is desperate. BUT it took one try. THAT'S ALL IT TOOK as izuku anxiously waited for the news in next couple of weeks. he took at home pregnacy tests and when hall 3 results were positive he'd cried and called his mom but even then he didn't tell anyone bc he was so scare it just was a fluke.

he'd kept this secret until he finally got the visit to his doc and could get the firm confirmation he needed! when the doc revealed that he was indeed pregnant, izuku fell to his knees in relief bc finally, FINALLY, his dream of having a baby had came true. he's a father now!!

the doc had warned that the first trimester would be rough on him bc of his age and miscarriage is more likely for him than most male omega. maybe he should consider taking an early pregnacy leave bc of the danger his job poses to him & the unborn baby. deku had agonized over it. ultimately, he decided to continue w/ his hero work but won't take on as much stuff as before. he plans to be more careful & attentive to his safety, and defer his more dangerous work to his colleagues instead. all his friends and coworkers go out of their way to help him w/ this

izuku got an entire community of heroes WHO DO THEIR BEST TO ENSURE HIS PREGNACY GO SMOOTHLY bc look izuku may be doing this alone but HE'S NOT ACTUALLY ALONE bc he got his friends, colleagues, and mom to support him through this bc they know how much this means to him!!

katsuki was one of the last to find out but only bc deku plan to see him in person to tell him bc katsuki HAD GIVEN HIM ONE OF THE BEST GIFTS (beside OFA) and he wanted to thank katsuki in person but class A are a bunch of gossip mongers so he found out through their groupchat. it started as a joke about katsuki & his super seed bc what a fucking stud bakugou katsuki to have ONE TRY and is able to knocked izuku up so quickly lmao. w/e the fuck katsuki is doing or eating, apparently it works wonder for him bc one of his sperm luck out & hit jackpot. his so called friends cant stop ribbing into him for knocking up deku so quickly bc they know from deku's worry that it wasn't going to be an easy conception but IT'S BAKUGOU KATSKUKI, outdoing himself once more bc he never does anything by half, not even his own sperm lol.

izuku met up with katsuki right outside his agency bc he knew wassup and how to corner katsuki effectively by trapping him when he just high off his patrol when he least expect an ambush esp when he was too busy avoiding izuku's attempts to reach him bc of COMPLICATED FEELS.

it's not cowardice that kept katsuki away, but izuku was the source of all his confusing feelings already & now w/ the news that he's carrying katsuki's child now it'd gotten worst. izuku, though, was nothing if not persistent. he zeroed in katsuki right away w/ purposeful steps.

"kacchan, i'm so glad to meet you here," izuku says as though he hadn't coordinate this w/ katsuki's coworkers, who are all SOFT for izuku anyway lmao, to get katsuki alone JUST LIKE THIS. katsuki knew he was caught bc every one his friends & colleagues are FUCKING TRAITORS.

"what," he snapped, clenching the hands at his side as he tried to keep his gaze from izuku's still very flat tummy. it's weird to think a life was quickly taking shape there when it's not like izuku looked any diff but he smiling more brightly & warmth coming from his person. was this what they call the pregnancy glow? bc deku was fucking blinding that katsuki wanted to shove his hand to deku's face to block it out.

"what you want," he demanded again even tho they both know why deku was here.

unperturbed, deku smiled. "im pregnant now so thank you. you'd helped fulfilled one of my biggest dreams & im ever so grateful for it!" he continued, rocking happily back & forth on his heels but the words barely registered katsuki kept staring at the way deku's body swing out & he opened his mouth before he could think better of it.

"should you be even moving liek that ?" he asked BC SINCE FINDING OUT IZUKU IS PREGNANT HE LOST HIS MIND. as soon as the words left his mouth he knew he was a dead man walking.

izuku leveled him a glare so fierce that he actually took a step back w/ chills running up his back. "kacchan i may be pregnant but im not an invalid," izuku said with the sharp edge of a smile and thinly veiled steel in his voice. the scariest part was that he hadn't drop a single smile but the ominous threas was there. "do you want me to show you how much of not invalid i am?"

katsuki scowled, face pinching at the thought whether this was just the usual deku's bs or this was deku's bs + the pregnancy hormones that get him so rile up. either way, katsuki no matter how much of an ass he was, he wasn't going to punch a pregnant omega to prove a point.

"fine, that was dumb sorry," he said, scratching the back of his ear in annoyance. "so was that all you wanted to say?"

deku's eyes crinkle in amusement as katsuki's scowl deepens. "yea, i just wanted you to hear the news from me personally and expressed my thanks."

"i'll take good care of them," he said softly, a stray hand caressing his stomach carefully. "I promise i'll be good to them so you dont have to worry."

katsuki paused and then, "I know," he said bc he does. deku was going to be a good parent w/o a doubt. That is a truth.

deku's eyes light up at katsuki's words and there was a hint of wetness in them that katsuki had the unnerving fear that he was going to cry right here and katsuki's entire agency going to charge out & murder him for making a pregnant omega, THE PREGNANT OMEGA DEKU cry in public.

"t-thank you," he sniffs, but THANKFULLY NO ACTUAL CRYING INVOLE, "it makes me so happy to hear that you in believe me. i won't fail you, i swear!" he said it like he was making a vow for world peace or some shit bc of how serious it had sounded but this was important to him.

"yea, okay," katsuki said, looking away bc got this entire conversation was agonizing bc here he was talking to the person, but not JUST ANY RANDOM PERSON, who is carrying a baby w/ half of katsuki's dna & they're not fucking each other. like,,, that's fucking weird okay.

"that's all i wanted to say," deku told him, fully aware how uncomfortable this talk was making him, "so I won't bother you anymore." he gave one last smile and turned to go but KATSUKI WHO SHOULD HAVE LET IT END THERE found himself opening his mouth and grabbing deku by the arm.

it was careful, a firm but gentle hand placed his forearm like deku was glass that stopped him for a moment. "if--if," katsuki said, swallowing around a stone in his throat, "you find yourself needing anything, call me ok? ANYTHING i dont care just call me and i'll be there."

a slow but the brightest fucking smile he had ever seen bloom on deku's flushed face. "ok, i'll let you know," he replied, bc this was KATSUKI PUTING HIMSELF OUT THERE AND WANTING TO GET INVOLVE IN IZUKU'S PREGNACY even tho deku had given him a clean break from it. HE CHOSE THIS.

katsuki doesn't know what he was thinking then but the words slipped passed his guard before he can stop it & now he fucking doomed himself, doom himself to 3am late night calls of deku crying in hysteric at his home bc he ran out of some rare hard to find fruit bc CRAVINGS. so now katsuki had to dragged himself all the way across town to hunt for this shit. the morning news of that day was hero ground zero harrassing shopkeeper in the FUCKING ASS'S OCLOCK FOR SOME FRUIT AND DEMANDING IT NOW FOR W/E REASON, WHILE LOOKING SO FURIOUS & UNHINGED.

look, it's not like deku doesn't have an entire network of ppl to reach out to if he ever needed anything bc they would even laid down their life for him but even when he's cursing a storm trying to get deku's his midnight craving, he's so relief it's him that deku called first. besides, he firmly knew wut he had signed up for the moment he had opened his mouth. offering is help in the pregnancy process was him choosing to get involve and commit to deku & his (god fucking damn shit, he can't think of it as *theirs* bc that's too dangerous) baby. and bc this is bakugou katsuki and he never does any by halves so even though he may have been reluctant at first but now that he's firmly on board he's going in full throttle w/ no break in sight. katsuki dumps all his $$ on pregnacy & prenatal care books.

he read papers, argued on pregnancy forum, & even harassed his parents on it just so he can come at this like a fucking boss bc while he has full faith in deku to put the safety of the fetus first but also HE DOESN'T FUCKING TRUST DEKU TO PUT HIMSELF FIRST which is just as import. deku has the self-preservation of a damn child & he can't expect a *child* to take care of himself so KATSUKI OBVIOUSLY GOT TO DO IT FOR HIM. so he make diet plans, prepare prep meals for deku ahead of them, annoyed deku's coworkers to watch out for him lest he does something stupid. he make it his firm mission that this pregnancy will go smoothly as possible so even when he's running errands for deku, getting his weird ass food craving, and taking deku to visit his ob-gyn, sitting in the waiting room anxiously for any news in case SOMETHING GO WRONG.

He even drives himself crazy learning about the things a pregnant person can't do/is at risk of doing & he doesn't know how anyone can fucking take this for 10 months bc it's like walking on a precarious tight rope. it's scary & humbling and he just want deku & the baby to be ok.

there are still crimes and villains to wrangle, and the world keeps on spinning; nothing really change all that much now that deku's pregnant but katsuki finds himself personally accolating his precious time and energy toward deku & the baby. he became one of those *PEOPLE*, ugh. he never got it even when his friends had popped out spawns of their own. he wasn't going to get dragged down by biology & all that general bullshit about settling down. he's at the top of his game & prize to take over deku's position as no.1. he got no time for playing family.

yet here he is standing in the middle of a fucking baby store, staring down a damn baby crib and having a melt down. who the fuck knew that baby cribs come in so many fucking versions and THERE ARE JUST TOO MANY OF THEM. he thought he had come prepare but no this was toughs shit. he only saw this store in passing while on a patrol & thought he should drop by but the next thing he knew he got trapped here for three fucking hours just looking at baby cribs. he already got several people walking passed him, eyeing him weirdly as he internally freak out.

there are ridiculous amount of info floating on the internet about crib buying guide like the bars could only be certain inches apart, non-toxic paints, diff kind of mattress, safe headboards, etc etc. all of that to ensure the baby doesn't fucking DIE bc babies are like FRAGILE.

he calls deku & as soon as he picks up, the first thing katsuki says is, "last year, there were 1,842 babies death due to sudden infant death syndrome."

a long pointed pause, and then, "oh geez," deku answers, "where are you? I'll be right there, okay? don't go anywhere!"

#bakudeku #not!fic #sperm donor au

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HEADCANONS REQUEST: ❝Mineta’s harassment.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta ]

「Headcanons of Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki and Aizawa defending their S/O when Mineta harasses them.」

MIDORIYA IZUKU

♤ Let's be real, Midoriya is nice to everyone. He can't really say that he's close with the class's pervert but he just thinks he's a friend/classmate, nothing more, nothing less. It's usually Kaminari and Mineta who talk about girls. Unlike Kaminari who knows his limits, Mineta often takes it too far. So when Mineta and Kaminari were talking about girls, he's usually at lost, unsure of what to say and ends up just nodding to whatever they were saying.

♤ Everyone knows that Midoriya tries to solve everything with words and through communication, he rarely resorts with force and violence. Just talking about you was fine but he gets really unhappy when Mineta is talking about your boobs, ass or whatever. This boy just tells Mineta to stop treating his girlfriend like some sort of meat and respect her as a person.

♤ He gets super uncomfortable when he notices Mineta looking at your direction and giving you that look, the one akin to when a drunkard has his eyes looked on a woman. Midoriya is silently glaring at his friend and hoping that you wouldn't notice this pervert's eyes on you. He tries to ignore it but if the staring had gone for far too long, he takes it upon himself to reprimand Mineta to look somewhere else.

♤ If you're the type who can stand up for themselves, Midoriya's worries lessen. He'd still be there to make sure Mineta doesn't take things too far. However, if you're the quiet-shy type who has social anxiety 24/7, he's on full offense and defense. He makes sure to stick by your side or at least have the girls accompany you.

♤ When it does get too far, Midoriya would step in front of you, glaring at his classmate with a furious look in his eyes. He tries not to expose you to violence. But when Mineta is talking about you behind your back, he won't hesitate to hit Mineta if he touches you inappropriately. And it won't be those gentle slaps. It will be One For All 100% or Shoot Style. And viola, the filth of Class 1-A had been removed!

♤ Conclusion, he won't hesitate to beat the shit out of anyone who dares to make you uncomfortable, cry or anything. And you bet he's gonna throw someone off a cliff if someone dares to hurt you.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

☆ Bakugou pretends to not pay attention to you but he actually is. To begin with, he sneaked glances at you when he thinks no one was looking and he was pretty damn good at it. This goes on until you start dating. Until one day, Kirishima spots him looking at you and all hell breaks loose.

☆ Without you noticing, Bakugou became your boyfriend and at the same time, a guard dog. He's very observant and he prefers to trail behind you a bit when walking together. But he can't escape when you want to hold hands. If someone dares to make fun of you, that person might as well just play dead because Bakugou is gonna hunt them down and make them regret saying whatever they said about you.

☆ Okay, everyone knows not to mess with Bakugou's territory you, or they will face serious consequences. It's not a rule that he established himself, that reminder is drilled into their heads the moment your relationship was revealed.

☆ So that one time Mineta decides to harass you were either before you were dating or when no one knew that you were dating yet. Whether he just talks about you or stares at you, Bakugou is already storming over and planning a murder. If he goes as far as to touch you. Guess what, Shinsou? There's a seat open for you. Welcome to 1-A.

☆ Whether Mineta is aware of your relationship or not, he won't get off the hook that easily. The girls are there to beat his ass for you if you're too shaken. Maybe it was because Bakugou never did anything when Mineta was up to no good, that the pervert thinks that doing his usual thing was not a problem. But, he was so wrong when he met Bakugou's deadly gaze. His looks can kill. The blonde didn't even have the chance to use his quirk because his looks alone were enough to make Mineta retreat.

☆ Bakugou looks freaking scary when it happens that it haunts your classmates for a long time. It will take them a long time to find something scarier than the look on Bakugou's face when someone messes with you. Stage fright? What is that? Think about this then you'll forget about that stupid fright.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

♡ Similarly to Midoriya, he chooses not to use unnecessary violence. Most of the time, he tries to talk it out. To begin with, Todoroki wasn't well acquainted with most of his classmates. He's usually chill with everything. Just like some of his classmates, he never really paid any heed to Mineta when he was talking about girls.

♡ But now that he's dating you, he's gotten more conscious of what people say. He might be a bit dense when it comes to relationships but he's learning! He's able to identify jealousy and all the weird, fluttery feelings he gets around you. But when Mineta starts talking excitedly about your features, he was able to separate the feeling fro jealousy quite easily. It was just pure disgust.

♡ Now, Todoroki doesn't really speak and only does so when it's necessary. He never said anything when the pervert is talking about the girls and all that. For starters, Mineta is a pervert who frequently lusts after and sexually harasses his female classmates, even though that's far from a hero should do. Boy gets mad when Mineta brings your name up.

♡ Todoroki opts to glare at Mineta when he talks about you, a disapproving stare sent his way. When his glaring does nothing to solve the situation, he will warn Mineta with words, telling him to stop because it's really disrespectful. He tries to stay calm and manages to do so, at least in expression-wise but deep inside, he's troubled. He doesn't like other guys talking about you like that. Sure you had the looks that attracted several men but he can't blame you.

♡ When Mineta takes it too far, to the point you were starting to get uncomfortable and bothered by his comments, Todoroki gets a bit serious, knowing how words weren't the best way to solve this. He didn't want to resort to threats but with the way you were behaving, he can't control himself. He tries to keep casualties to a minimum so he would step forward and face Mineta, glaring at him with eyes that say 'You piss me off, I will turn you into a block of ice'.

♡ Afterward, Mineta never had the guts to talk about you inappropriately. Todoroki sticks close to you from then on, not wanting anyone making you uncomfortable again.

AIZAWA SHOUTA

♧ Aizawa is seriously sick of everything. He always shows up in class looking ready to pass out at any second. His students were usually rowdy, making noise before he showed up for homeroom. There was the group of daredevils who annoyed Bakugou, Mineta screaming about something and Iida's loud voice that tried to overwhelm the crowd, barking orders to make them keep it down.

♧ You happen to be a teacher who was in charge of helping him with stuff, to put it simply, you were like an assistant of some sort. And he was so grateful that you were there to help if not, he would've been twice as tired than he is normally. He has students' homework to grade, wake up early every day, deal with his students and many other things.

♧ Let's face it, everyone is annoyed with Mineta. He was always making lewd comments about girls and in some cases, going as far as to harass them. Aizawa was rarely there to stop him but it seems like everyone in Class 1-A deal with that annoying grape pervert. Something that he's really grateful of. He trusts his students to deal with whatever problems themselves but he makes sure that they know he's there if they need help with anything.

♧ It was no surprise that you had been a target of Mineta's harassment. He drools over any women it seems. You were mature enough to handle the situation yourself but it didn't change the fact that it was annoying you. On one hand, he's very proud to see you standing up for yourself and the students. However, he's irritated at the fact that he can't just expel him on the spot.

♧ Aizawa usually looks like he doesn't care but when push comes to shove, he's not afraid to speak his mind. After all, he is known to expel students who he feels are not suited for UA, he's rigid and strict when necessary, and also has little tolerance for disobedient behavior. Doesn't hesitate to threaten Mineta when Aizawa catches him harassing anyone.

♧ He's very mature about the issue. Makes sure that you're alright before dealing with the issue—aka Mineta by disposing of him in many different ways. Ties him up and throws him into the trash, because that’s where he belongs. Takes you by the hand and cuddles ensure. And during those cuddle sessions, he reminds you not to wear any weird clothing.

♧ “Listen to me, I want to make an announcement, from today onwards, Shinsou Hitoshi will be your classmate. Don’t be annoying. Mineta? I don’t know, he dropped out or something.”

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Banished (Part 36)

*Not my Gif*

~Banished Master~

Summary: When the 100 was sent to the ground, Y/N Y/L/N was one of them. Having been locked up for almost 8 years, how will she react to surviving on Earth? Especially when she gets banished…

Post Date: 2-26-20

Paring: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 3.2K

~Master~

~The 100 Master~

*Based off episode 3x07 of the 100, Terms and Conditions

Previously...

Bellamy left the room, taking a moment to think over his actions. Biting his lip he let his head fall, making his way down the hall. He looked over his shoulder as he approached his destination.

“Just a minute!” He heard after he knocked on the door. There was a moment of silence, Bellamy thinking of retreating before the door opened into your room. “Bellamy?”

“We need to talk.” He sounded serious as you hesitated but ultimately stepped aside, letting Bellamy into the room. You checked the hallway, seeing no one before closing the door.

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Bellamy didn’t know what he was thinking as he stepped past you, clearing his throat when he turned to see you. Your arms were crossed, a thin frown on your lips when you spoke. “What are you doing here?” Bellamy didn’t say anything, moving to look around your room. You rolled your eyes, leaning back on the wall gently. “Bellamy, I said-“

“I heard what you said.” He sounded frustrated at you when he grumbled, making you narrow your eyes. “I know what you’re doing with Kane.”

“What do you mean Bellamy?”

“Don’t play coy with me, Y/N.” He demanded as you inhaled sharply, his eyes glaring into yours. “I know you’re working with Kane. I just don’t understand why.”

“You really don’t get it do you?” You interrupted and took a few steps forward, coming up to Bellamy. He just cocked his jaw, his hands resting on his hips as you scoffed. “You don’t see it?” At Bellamy’s silence you continued. “You’re killing innocent people Blake. People like Gina. Her death wasn’t on you, not at all, but their deaths are. Tell me how that’s any different?”

“They’re grounders, Y/N. None of them are innocent.”

“You’re wrong.” You told him, pushing your finger slightly into his chest. Bellamy bit the inside of his cheek, shaking his head while you kept going at him. “How, after everything we’ve been through, can you still think like this?” He opened his mouth to reply, but you just held your hand out, getting him to listen. “The grounder with the bombing, Octavia said her name was Echo? When she told you the summit was a trap, you dropped everything to come and warn us. You tried to save us-“

“And people died because of it.”

“No.” You shook your head. “People died because of Ice Nation. Because of the Queen, but she’s dead Bell. This tirade can stop before more people get hurt. Before you get hurt.” You dropped your hand, creating more distance between you both. “If this is what you came in here for, trying to get me on your side, again, then I suggest you leave. I’m done having this conversation with you.” The room fell silent as Bellamy watched you, his head slightly bobbing but neither of you making any move to open the door.

Polis, 2 months ago

The first month of you being in Polis brought no change and for a while it seemed like war wasn’t a problem. It was almost too perfect. After your latest training with Lexa, you walked the streets of Polis, trying to come to terms with your new surroundings. Lexa had thought it best you stayed in the tower for a while as she spoke with her people, telling them of your decision. Lots took to you coming over, but more than half didn’t trust the sky girl, despite Lexa’s tries. You appreciated her, following her directions and remanding under the watch of Titus.

He walked by your side the moment you were let out of the tower, seeing the faces of the grounders around you. Most didn’t spare you a second glare, but for the few who did, your nerves were rising, always feeling eyes on the back of your head. You didn’t spend long that long before retreating back to the tower, heading out to the balcony in your room.

That’s where Lexa found you later that night. Sitting on the ground and staring at the late burning embers of the vendors below you.

“It’s late.” She called out into your room as you nodded rather slowly, never tearing your eyes of the town. Lexa sighed, taking her sword and holsters off before standing above you, leaning out into the air. “How was your day?” she asked, trying to make conversation but you remained silent. She furrowed her brows, not understanding your stillness before she tried following your eyes. When she realized you were staring at two people sitting and eating together, casually laughing when she sighed, taking a seat on the floor next to you. “Is this about Bellamy?”

You turned to her like she was crazy, a slight laugh escaping your lips. “Why would you think that?” you asked. She pointed out where you were staring and you scoffed momentarily, having no idea that was where you were looking. Lexa sat with you, the only sound being the noise and chatter below you as you groaned, leaning your head onto the metal bars. “You told me about Costia.” You whispered as Lexa nodded, looking at the side of your face as your eyes closed. “You loved her?”

“Yes.” She spoke suddenly, not one bit of doubt in her mind.

Feeling a lump in your throat, you swallowed, trying to form proper words. “That day I left Arkadia, I wasn’t thinking straight. I couldn’t be.” Lexa shifted, turning to you completely as she let you continue. “My brain was fuzzy or something, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe when I looked at Bellamy before I said goodbye… then I kissed him. And I think-I think he kissed me back.”

You fell silent, your last words were barely a whisper in the air. Lexa watched you patiently as you ran your hand over your face. You didn’t need to say anything, that look in your eye and the way you couldn’t turn away from the couple down below were speaking loud enough for you to hear laughter. “You love him.”

Polis, present day

“How dare you bring this to me on ascension day!” Lexa yelled as Titus as they entered her chambers, Clarke following along after.

Titus shook his head, sighing reluctantly. “I didn’t bring them here. You did, making Skaikru the 13th plan.” He told her as Lexa glared at him, remaining silent. He went on, telling her she should not of forgiven the murders of her people. “Blood must not have blood has failed. War is the only way to stop it.” Clarke listened from the outside of the conversation as Lexa turned to her, getting her opinion as Titus cut her off, telling Lexa your people were not to be trusted.

“Not everyone agrees with Pike’s ways!” Clarke objected, getting Lexa’s attention. “Kane doesn’t. And Y/N and Octavia-“

“Your people did not vote for Kane!” Titus yelled as Clarke groaned.

“But some of them did! We need to give them time to realize they made the wrong choice!”

Lexa heard Clarke’s plea, putting a blockade in place to contain Arkadia instead of attack until matters relating to Pike were settled.

Clarke and Octavia were fine with the blockade, a little weary but sure of the success in getting rid of Pike’s command. It wasn’t until a kill order was placed on Skaikru if they left before they were shock, exchanging nervous glances with each other.

The grounder Semet did not agree with Lexa’s no violence rules, believing they needed vengeance instead of justice. “Death to the Commander!” He yelled, staring at a stoic Lexa. As soon as the words left his lips, Titus and him fought, Titus stabbing Semet in the stomach as the 12 clans watched.

After you told Bellamy to leave, he didn’t listen, taking a seat on your bed instead. “I don’t want to fight Y/N. I just wanted to talk.”

You raised your brows, licking your bottom lip and moving onto the bed to join him. “Then talk. I’m all ears.” You expected him to say something, he was the one who came in here to talk but by the way he dipped his head you knew he wasn’t going to say anything. “Okay, I’ll start. Being here after three months is hard. I thought after everything, you’d be there… for me. But it seems like that isn’t the case.”

Bellamy listened to your words, a familiar knot forming in his stomach when he heard you laugh rather pathetically at yourself, making him look up to see a defeated smile on your face. “This whole thing with Pike and his leadership, it’s dumb. I don’t want to be on opposing sides here and I know I brought it back up and that I don’t really want to talk more about that, but you have to know,” you took a deep breath, squeezing your fingers into fists as Bellamy watched. “After all this, me leaving, Mount Weather, Pike being chancellor, and locking up Lincoln, I never stopped caring about you.” You didn’t know how hard it would be to get the words out, but once they were it was immediate relief, a sigh coming from you.

Bellamy on the other hand, froze. He didn’t expect that. His mind was reeling, parts of it reminding him of Gina, the woman who just died because he couldn’t protect her and you, who no matter what always survives. You and Gina were like fire and ice. You couldn’t be any more different and Bellamy’s mind screaming, pulling him in two different directions while he sat there, not saying a single word.

You were getting slightly annoyed with him at the moment, feelings weren’t something either of you were used to sharing, but you would’ve thought he’d say something. “Are you going to say something Bellamy? Or are you just going to sit there and make me do all the work?”

There was that fire. That same fire Bellamy experienced when it was just the just the 100, no chancellor’s or grounders, no adults getting in the way, no banishment looming in the back of your brain. Just you and him.

Y/N and Bellamy.

Right there and then.

It felt easy, like smirk on your face was playful and inviting, and there wasn’t the touch of unease behind your words. He didn’t want to speak, so he didn’t. Instead he leaned across the bed, his hand resting onto the bottom of your jaw as he kissed you.

Bellamy kissed you.

He pulled away almost as fast as it happened, sending your mind into a flurry as you tried to process what had just happened. Bellamy eyed you carefully, trying to gather your reaction as you met his rich dark eyes, just seconds before you kissed him again, only this time you didn’t pull away.

Bellamy’s hands gripped your hips, as he pulled you to straddle his legs, deepening the kiss with the slip of a tongue. You moaned, your hands on his shoulders, trailing down to his chest. His fingers moved up from your hips, barely making their way under your shirt before stopping. Bellamy finally pulled away looking into your E/C eyes and listening to your suddenly heightened breathing.

Bellamy pushed aside your hair from your eyes, gently dragging his hand down your cheek. “Is this a good idea right now?” he asked quietly, his lips mere inches from your own.

You took a second, thinking over everything. It really wasn’t a good idea, but good ideas were made to be ignored, right? With another kiss placed on his lips, you took the bottom of your shirt in your hands, pulling it up and over your head.

Bellamy’s eyes travelled across your body, savoring every little thing he saw. After everything, all the pinning, and the watching you when you weren’t aware, everything Bellamy wanted was just sitting in front of him. He looked up to your face again, seeing you glare down at the scars across your body as you held the shirt tight, tempting yourself to throw it on again.

You stopped paying attention to the scars on your body after they became too much to count, but now with Bellamy, the man you no doubt were falling in love with, if you hadn’t fallen already, sitting literally underneath you the scars made you want to hide. You didn’t take pride in them, any of them, regardless of how old you were when you received them. He grabbed your hand, slowly pulling the shirt out of it before dropping it to the floor, the rest of your clothes and his following soon after.

Octavia and Clarke were worried to get out before the blockade was put into place. For Clarke, Lexa promised her a spot in Polis as her guest. Octavia however didn’t like the idea, reminding Clark they had one hour before the blockade was in place and they needed to leave. Now.

Clarke entered Lexa’s room, hoping to say goodbye. “When do you leave?” Lexa asked her. Clarke hesitated, not bringing herself to look at Lexa.

“Now.” She said, sparing a glance. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Lexa assured her, her lips barely upturning for a smile. You have to go back to your people.”

They got closer, just a few small steps as Clarke couldn’t look away from the girl. “Maybe someday we’ll owe nothing more to our people.”

Lexa nodded. “I hope so. May we meet again Clarke.” She told her. She stretched her hand out, Clarke taking it in hers as they shook hands. But the next second, Clarke was pressing her lips to Lexa’s moving closer until they fell onto the bed.

You woke up the next morning feeling free as you laid on Bellamy’s chest, feeling him breathe quietly underneath you. Your eye fluttered open and you moved to look up at him at the same time he glanced at you, a content smile sitting on his face.

“Morning.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss you. It was something you could get used to if you were being honest. You just laid there, your hand placed atop Bellamy’s chest, letting you feel his heart beating as he traced around some of the scars on your torso. “I remember you getting this one.” He told you as his fingers ghosted over a particularly bad scar on your shoulder. “It was that day we went to get Jasper. You jumped in front of a panther for me.”

You nodded, remembering that moment quite well. “And you let me dangle over a death trap just moments before.” You quipped, shooting him an amused smirk as his deep and charming laugh rippled beneath you, a sound that made you smile. His laugh only lasted so long before his smile faded off his face.

He knew Pike wanted to meet this morning, trying to figure out how to catch Kane and… and you. Boy did reality smack him in the face. “I should get going.” He grumbled, throwing the blanket off himself. He picked up his clothes, starting with his underwear and pants before turning to you, watching him on the bed with a frown.

“You’re meeting with Pike, aren’t you?” you guessed on the first try as Bellamy inhaled sharply, about to apologize again. You just shook your head, your jaw clenching as you stood up as well. “Don’t. You don’t have to explain.” It was more like you didn’t want to hear his excuses. “Can we pretend this didn’t happen?” You whispered.

Bellamy felt his heart ache when he nodded. You finished getting dressed at the same time as him, neither of you saying a thing in the awkward silence. You wouldn’t even know what to say.

Your back was turned to Bellamy when he turned to leave, his hand barely extending out to touch your shoulder before he let it fall to his side with a sigh. You watched from the corner of your eye over your shoulder as Bellamy left the room, the sound of the door closing filling the emptiness of your room.

Clarke and Lexa woke up much like you and Bellamy had, Clarke tracing the tattoo on Lexa’s back softly as they talked about it, Lexa explaining the importance behind such a design before Lexa didn’t want to talk anymore. Clarke smirked as Lexa sat up, leaning over to began kissing her again.

When Clarke walked into her room, getting her things to leave she was shocked at who was sitting, tied up to a chair. “Murphy?” She realized he was knocked out. Running over, she frantically looked for the ties, making sure he was alright.

“He’s alive.” Titus spoke as he came into view, making Clarke jump from his sudden appearance.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What did you do to my friend?” She asked him. Titus lied to her. Instead of telling her about the torture he put Murphy through the past few days, he told her Murphy was caught stealing from the market. Murphy began to move, groaning deeply as Clarke helped him, trying to free him again.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Titus pulled out a gun, aiming it at Clarke as she froze.

“Titus? What is this about?” She asked as he apologized. “I’m leaving. Octavia is waiting for me, we’ll take Murphy and you just need to let us go.”

“I wish I could, but Lexa won’t execute her duty if you’re alive.”

“She’s gonna know it was you!”

“No. She will think it was him.” He used the gun, pointing at Murphy who snarled, glaring at the man. “Skaikru weapon on a Skaikru thief. She might even declare war!” Titus pointed the gun at Clarke again, firing a few times but Clarke began to run away, missing the bullet every time. It wasn’t until she made a run to the door before she froze, the gun going off one more time. The bullet, aiming for Clarke, missed its target much like the others. Only this time it managed to land itself in Lexa’s stomach, making the girl stumble back before collapsing on the floor.

“Lexa!”

You avoided everyone the rest of the day, the memory of last night replaying in your head all day as you sat in the mess hall, having a few shots throughout the day. You didn’t want to see anyone, but you mostly didn’t want to see Bellamy and deal with his longing stares from across the room. So the moment Bellamy walked into the mess hall with Pike by his side, you were gone, slipping down another hallway and outside before he even realized you were there. You took a deep breath when you smelt the fresh air, leaning against the side of the ark as you waited for the rapid increase of your heartbeat to steady.

But before it could, a horn from Polis pulled your attention and everyone’s around you. No one knew what the sound meant, whispering amongst themselves, but you knew exactly what it was saying.

“Lexa.” You gasped to yourself, feeling a few gazes at your words but they went ignored, a worse feeling in your stomach at the fact that loud, deafening sound could only mean one thing. Lexa, the commander you thought would live forever, was dead.

A/N: So what’d ya think? 😉 I don’t know guys, this chapter was a little weird. Bellamy wasn’t in the episode at all so like writing was a little messy. Anyways, sorry for it being super late. Don’t be mad at me?

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 4 years

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babysit side effects

A/N: This was requested by anon, I hope you enjoy! sorry it took so long, Ihope it was worth it. Please let me know what you think, and if anyone has any requests please let me know!

summary: Can you write a fic where richie and eddie are babysitting one of the losers kids, and it makes them realize they want a kid of their own? Thank you :)

warnings: curse words

‘Okay, so let’s go over this again. Sophia has her first bottle of milk at 7:30 am, followed by her second bottle of milk by 11:15 am. At 12:30 she eats either fruit or a vegetable, and then at 3:15 he has another feeding time, this time a vegetable or fruit depending on what you gave her before, and then at 6:45 she has her last feed which is milk. Do you understand?’

Richie nodded somingly, even when he had to try hard to keep his laughter in, the serious and panicked look on Stan’s face too much to handle.

‘Of course Staniel, don’t you trust me to take care of your kids for a day?’

There was a beat of silence, during which Stan stared at Richie intently, trying to gauge if he was serious, or if he was just trying to provoke him. Then; ‘Off fucking course not Richie. Patty take your bags back inside, we’re not going.’

Laughter poured from Patty, who was just loading in her bag in the backseat, straitening up and walking closer to them. When she got close enough, she reached out and plucked Sofia out of Richie’s arms, her in hand holding her by her bum, while the other on supports the back of her head.

She coos at her daughter, full of love and not an ounce of annoyance anywhere visible on her entire face, despite the fact that Richie saw her slobber all over Patty’s blouse only minutes before she had to leave.

‘Sure we do Rich,’ Patty assures him while she grants his a kiss against his cheek as goodbye. ‘Stan and I wouldn’t have asked you if we didn’t think you were up to the challenge. Besides, we’re only going to be gone for a night, and we’ll return first thing in the morning. If anything goes wrong he can call us.’

There only off to help Patty’s mom move into a new nursing home for the day and night, but it’s the first time that they’ve been away from their children since Sofia was born, and Richie insist to make their time away free of all concerns. That is if they finally leave at least.

Stan kisses his daughter on the forehead holding her close for one last moment, before allowing Patty to hand her back into Richie’s awaiting arms.

It shocks Richie’s that baby’s are so small, though he knows logically that everyone was that small at one point or another, it’s one thing to know it, and another to actually see it.

‘Eddie is here too, so there’s two of them.’ Patty and Stan resort to a silent stand-off, holding a none spoken argument that Patty wins, if her smug smile is anything to go by.

‘There are also two children, so let’s hope they can handle both.’ Richie fake gasps, moving to hold his hand up in faux outrage, but stops when he is reminded of the, albeit barely there, weight of little Sofia, who is now fast asleep on his chest.

Knowing when to be serious, Richie lets his facade drop, Bowing down to catch Stan's eyes, before smiling reassuringly. ‘We got this Stan, trust me.’

Stan smiles back without a moment of hesitation,’ I know. If anything happens to be my babies, I’ll kill you in your sleep.’ The serious expression on his face enough to make Richie gulp, regardless of the fact that he knows Stan doesn’t mean it.

‘Copy that sir.’

‘Speaking of our two babies, where’s Emily?’ Patty demands, turning in a circle in search for her but not locating here.

‘I’m pretty sure she roped Eddie into dress up and having a tea party with her, so I think for the sake of Eddie’s sanity, we should leave now.’

The bolstering laugh from Richie is way too loud on the peaceful morning most of Stan’s neighbors are experiencing, but Patty joins him, so it’s not too bad. Suspiciously, Patty pauses right after to stare longingly at her daughter, her eyes becoming a little wet.

‘Alright, let’s go. Give Eddie my best.’ She hugs Sophia one last time, then turns away to sniffle and hide her tears, no doubt a little sad a the prospect of not seeing her girls. Richie moves to comfort her, but Stan is on the case, and he can do a much better job than Richie, no doubt in his mind.

Richie stands there uncomfortably, rocking baby Sofia back and forth, and staring at her sleeping face to avoid stalking the two lovers in front of him.

He only looks up when Stan loudly proclaims their leaving, ‘come on Babylove.’ Waving at Sophia likes she’s about to wave back. After, he carefully hugs Richie’s side, avoiding squashing Soph while also deeming his goodbye to Richie.

He too is reluctant to leave Sophia and Emily in the care of Eddie and Richie, but not because he doesn’t trust them, he just finds it hard to go anywhere without them.

They still leave regardless, after ten more minutes of saying goodbye, then they finally leave, turning the corner right as Eddie comes out of the house checking up on Richie to see what was taking him so long.

When Richie turns to face Eddie, he shrieks with laughter, not managing to contain himself. Patty’s old lipstick red dress that has holes in the sides of them and a little bit of dirt on one of the sleeves looks good on Eddie, even if Richie may be a bit biased and thinks everything looks fantastic when it’s Eddie that’s wearing it, but it’s the pink crown and staff that he’s holding, and the murderous leer he’s showing, that has Richie cackling like there’s no tomorrow.

‘Don’t you fucking dare, asshole.’ Eddie swears menacingly, but Richie can’t take him seriously, not when Emily scatters out of the house to tug on the bottom of the dress, the three year old herself slipped in the princess dress Eddie and Richie gave her as a present on her birthday a few weeks back. He bets Eddie didn’t expect it to backfire this way.

‘Uncle Eddie come on’, Emily whines, the three year old wearing an frozen Anna dress that is a tad too big on her, ‘The others are waiting on us.’

The other include, mister giraffe, Amika the horse, and Elsa, all in the form of stuffed animals gifted to her by various losers when they came to visit.

‘Yeah uncle Eds, it’s rude to keep the guest waiting you know.’ Richie eggs her on, smirking in delight when Eddie unsuspiciously flips him the bird, but follows Emily anyway, off to indulge her in whatever she requests him to do.

His laughter caused Sophia to wake up again, and she fuzzily bangs her tiny fist on Richie’s chest, as if to convey that she’s mad she was awoken. He tries to bounce her gently up and down, to et her settled again, then changes his mind and enters the house on a whim, trudging up the stairs to join Eddie and Emily in her playroom.

Getting close enough to the door to hear Emily’s voice does the trick, as he expected it to. Sophia calms down, now resorted to peeking up at her uncle, a gurgle escaping her throat while she fists around a piece of his hair, giggling happily.

Richie’s heart melts a little, while he gets hit with an enormous amount of love and affection, and he starts to understand why Patty and Stan were so begrudged to go anywhere without her.

Her blanket, the one she has on her at all times, is still pined safely to the front of her beanie, bunched up in the hand that is not pulling one of his curls. He catches a glimpse of Eddie, folded nearly completely in on himself, forced to sit still in a chair that is even too small for Emily to fit in properly, sipping on a tea cup but making 100 % sure the side of it doesn’t touch his bottom lip.

Emily simpers, lifting her own teacup to her mouth with a pinky stretched up as a greeting to him, chastising Eddie like he is the kid instead of her, when Eddie stretches upwards to grab a muffin.

Doing a poor job of hiding his laughter, Eddie takes notice of Richie staring at them from the door opening, at first looking vex, but then an emotion crosses his eyes that Richie can’t define. He shakes his head and focuses back on the table, but not fast enough to stop the sentiment from getting picked up by Richie.

‘Well, it looks they’re too busy for us right now. It’s just me and you then. Don’t give me that look bumper’, the nickname Richie duped her after finding out that her name was chosen after they saw it on a bumper sticker slipping out effortlessly, not with standing the arguments of Stan. ‘She can not find out about that Richie. I swear to god, I will keep you away from her long enough until I’ve convinced her that everything you say is a lie.’

‘I can be a good replacement dad for the day, just you wait and see.’

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Five hours later, when the clock strikes 3:15 pm, Richie struggles with the preparing the baby formula, and he can’t figure out what he is supposed to do. There is milk that needs to be added, but when he mixes the powder and the liquid with one another, a sticky, soup of residue is left behind, and that is impossible to taste good.

Embarrassingly, Richie resorts to researching the internet, clicking on video after video to find the same brand Patty and Stan use, to be absolutely assured that he’s doing the right thing. Then when it finally hits him over the head that it is supposed to look like that, he can’t get the temperature right.

The first time he puts it in the microwave he warms it so hot that he can’t even grasp the bottle in his hands, dropping it and staring at the milk that leaked all over the floor, cursing his life and every decision that has brought him up to that point.

The second one is still cold, and he briefly considers giving the baby cold milk, before he remembers Patty’s warnings and places it back in the microwave, when he takes it out, it’s hot enough to make him release a hiss.

He gets more and more frustrated, his emotions pilling on top of each other to leave one huge dump of distress that he can’t possibly take on too, not alongside two kids, and it only gets worse when Sophia has a fit and starts crying.

Richie’s earlier tricks to calm her down don’t work, not even after a few tries, so with a groan, he throws in the towel and yanks out his cellphone, feeling like a complete and utter failure.

‘Hey Richie, do you know where Stan and Patty keep their desserts? Sophia is craving something sweet and I used the opportunity to have myself a little break.’

Eddie pauses when he steps foot in the kitchen, hey eyebrows coming together to frown when he takes in the disheveled state Richie is in.

‘What’s wrong?’ Richie shakes his head uselessly, his shoulders shrugging helplessly while gesturing towards Sophia who is nestled against his shoulder, her cries muffled but still audible.

‘I don’t know how to prepare milk.’ Eddie has the audacity to snort, a sound that Richie has never heard coming from him, so he’s helpless to let out a small one himself.

‘Don’t laugh at me Eduardo, I’m in a deep crisis right now and I require your help.’ Walking closer, Eddie accept the bottle handed to him, the word ‘auch’ escaping from him at the warmth burning his palm.

‘My help? Why me?’ Eddie asks, shooting Richie a questioning look. A pink red sticker is hanging on his forehead, Richie then notices, but since Eddie is apparently blissfully unaware of it, Richie keeps it to himself.

‘Well Eds, I assume you have enough experience with babies, you know. Since you were treated like one your entire life?’ He winces when the words leave his mouth, his mind too preoccupied with Sophia to think twice about what he was about to speak in existence.

‘Fuck you, dude. And don’t call me Eds asshole.’ Luckily, Eddie waves the comment away with the tip of his hand, doing his signature move where he pretends to karate chop the air. ‘Come here, give her to me for a second.’ Eddie suggests, and Richie obliges, handing her over with extreme caution, even when she very willingly goes.

‘You’re uncle Rich is a bit of an idiot huh? How about we go and see how we can prepare your- well it’s not dinner yet, let’s say afternoon snack?’ Sophia quieted down as she got comfortable in Eddie’s arms, one of his arms beginning to prep the formula, again, during which the other held her up and close.

He then leaned in to whisper something in her ear, not loud enough for Richie to decipher what they were talking about, but it caused Eddie to gleam again, and even Sophia let out a big grin, happily going along with whatever her uncle Eddie was proclaiming.

The sight of a baby in Eddie’s arms, his eyes twinkling in pure adoration, his grin wide enough to show teeth, while he rocked her back and forth, made Richie want to beg Eddie to raise a child with him.

He dismissed the idea soon enough though, for if Eddie had a wish for kids, surely he would have said something by now. But he knows already that the image was going to haunt his dreams for a long time, the mesmerizing sight of what could be, or could have been did not plan on leaving his mind any time soon.

He must stare for a tad too long, Eddie feeling his gaze upon him so he glances up, their eyes meeting. Eddie opens his mouth to say something, but before he can he is interrupted by Emily, impatient from waiting too long or her cookie.

‘Uncle Eddie, what’s taking you so long?’ She complains, rolling her eyes when she notices that Eddie is holding her sister.

‘In a minute sweety, I’m just helping uncle Rich out right now.’ Having an excuse from being in Eddie’s proximity while he’s holding a baby, Richie jumps on the opportunity to get out. The fact that he missed his other niece aswell guides his decision too.

‘I’ll play dress up with you for a while Princess Ems.’ He bows down extravagantly, acting as if there is real royalty in front of him.

‘Don’t you want me to teach you how to prepare milk?’ Eddie summons, his voice edged with a tint of confusion at Richie’s sudden interest to leave.

‘You can teach me about that later Eds, she needs her drink three times a day.’ Richie reassures him, fiddling with his thumbs while he begs Eddie to let the subject drop.

‘But uncle Eddie was so cool, all my friends wanted to meet him.’ Emily had yet to grow out of the phase where she us jealous of her little sister, so her whole argument isn’t about Eddie specifically, it’s about her not entertaining the idea of anyone giving her sister the light of day from who she demands it from.

But that’s alright. Richie is nothing if not persuasive. ‘Aye, that’s true but they have yet to meet me’, Richie performs, making use of the pirates accent and langue he had to learn for an audition. Emily giggles in delight, easily swayed when it involved her uncle Richie, and even more so when it had to do with his voices.

‘And if they don’t wanna know a seadog like me, I’ll force those scallywags to walk the plank. Aye. Now let’s go, heave-ho upstairs so I can be introduced.’

Emily nods enthusiastically, practically running up the stairs two steps at a time, and Richie follows with just as much energy, yelling ‘aye’ or ‘are’, every so few seconds. In his haste, he is oblivious to the same longing look Eddie gives him, when he sees him interact with a child.

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It’s a long day, and Richie can feel the bone deep exhaustion creeping up on him when he eventually makes his way over to the couch, Eddie dozing on the rug with the baby monitor still in his hands.

It’s not even eleven pm yet, and Richie knows that Eddie would be more relaxed in a bed than the sofa, but he also knows that they’ll be awaken more than a few times during the night, so he lets Eddie sleep.

In the wardrobe in Stan and Patty’s living room, Richie discovers a blanket, big enough to cover both him and Eddie, so he takes it, vowing to wash it before they get home. It’s soft and fluffy, and perfect to sleep with, but as soon as he tucks it around Eddie, he shits up, all sleep vanished from his eyes.

He blinks up at Richie, shuffling closer to him while disposing of the baby phone on the ground next to were they are seated, and rearranging the quilt till every part of their bodies is covered with it.

Eddie’s head lays on Richie’s shoulder, while one of his arms rubs up and down his arm and shoulder, grabbing strands of his arm hair with him sometimes, which is just what Richie needs to stay awake, the small jolts of pain keep him on his toes. And that’s necessary, he discovers over the next minute.

Without facing Richie, Eddie drops a bombshell like he’s never done before, causing Richie to choke on his own spit. ‘I want to have a baby.’

I want to have a baby, I want to have a baby, I want to have a baby, the words play on repeat in his head, ricocheting of the walls and tumbling but sticking none the less, Richie brain turning into mind numbing fizz, absolutely no thoughts besides Eddie words formulating.

The coughing alerts Eddie, who sits up straighter, looking back Richie’s way with wide eyes, as he looks on on the natural disaster that is about to concur in front of him.

When his brain comes back online, mortifying is not even big enough a word to describe the shame Richie feels for his reaction, so, he resorts to what he always does; using humor as a blockage.

‘Christ Eds, I don’t think that possible. You know, question of having the right body parts. It’s a shame really, me and your mom.-‘

‘Beep, Beep Richie.’ Eddie interrupts him strictly. ‘I need you to be honest. No jokes, just you.’ That’s a hard task, since it’s become second nature to Richie to use it as a defense mechanism, but for Eddie he’s willing to try.

‘And before you say anything, let me talk first’, Eddie insists, waiting till he gets an approving nod from Richie to continue. ‘Today, seeing you with Sophia and Emily, I realized that you’re so good with kids. And before today I honestly didn’t think I wanted children, but I guess that I didn’t want them with Myra, but I do want them with you. What do you think?’ Eddie prompts, trying to gauche Richie’s reaction, but even Eddie sometimes has trouble doing that, and now is one of those times.

Holding his breath nervously, not even Richie’s hand grabbing his is enough to calm him down, his fingers drumming against his upper leg.

‘I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.’ Richie entrust Eddie, his body visibly relaxing when it’s clear that Richie is at the very least not going to yell at him for suggestion kids in the first place.

Their lips meet in the middle of Stan’s couch, the house around them eerily quite while the two of them are stuck in a haze together, blissfully unaware of what’s happening outside of their bubble. It’s a reassuring kiss, their lips lazily in sinc, neither in a rush, to help calm both of them down just a little, before diving head first into the deep shit again.

‘Are you sure you want to have kids with me? Because today I fucked up her stupid bottle. I mean, who can’t warm milk? And I don’t want you to hate me over something that I can’t do. I’m scared I’ll put all this weight on you and you’ll resent me for it, and I can’t have that, Eds, I can deal with everything else, but I can’t deal with you hating me.’ Richie proclaims, out of breath and sucking in large gulps of air.

Eddie pulls his face closer to his, both of his palms on either side of Richie’s head. ‘Listen to me dipshit, cause I’m only fucking saying this ones. You could murder someone in front of me, and I would roll with it okay? I came out and left my wife, and yeah, part of that was because of me, but I would have never understood what those feeling were if it weren’t for you. I love you Richie, and that’s never going to change no matter what.’ Eddie pauses, searching Richie eyes for confirmation that he understood. ‘Dipshit’, he added when he found it.

Richie let out a titter, one of his hands coming up to cover Eddie’s and leaning into the touch.

‘If you’re only worried about not knowing stuff to do with the kids, than I can help with that. That’s what a relationship is. I teach you things, and you teach me. Besides, there’s going to be a specific choir assignment, because there’s no fucking way I’m cleaning a baby’s diaper.’

‘Well then, Edward Francis Kaspbrak, it would be my honor to have a baby with you.’ Eddie’s face it up, through and through genuineness this time. No annoyance or irritation anywhere in sight, so of course, Richie had to change that.

‘Again, not biological because that would be impossible.’

‘Shut the fuck up asshole.’ Eddie grabbed a pillow to whack Richie full in the face, laughter pouring out of him when he accidentally knocked his glaces off.

‘Hey Eds, you might want to learn how to control that temper of yours, we wouldn’t want our beloved child to adapt the same words right?’

‘Seriously, I’ll fucking murder you if you don’t shut the fuck up.’

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hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis · 4 years

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Virago: 01. The Ground

Summary: Y/N was sent to the ground after spending five years in the Skybox for stealing medical supplies and murder. How will she deal with her new environment and learn to survive on earth? Will she crack under the pressure of becoming a leader of the 100 or will she embrace it.

Post Date: 04.06.20

Word count: 2.9k

Based off: 01x01 “Pilot”

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

00. The Skybox (recommend reading before this part)

Masterlist

You were sitting on your bed reading a book that was left to you from your parents. Council member Marcus Kane, visited each month to bring you one as well as try to get to know you better. All of a sudden your cell door opens and two guards walk in.

“Prisoner 445, move to the wall,” One of the guards said to you.

“I don’t get reviewed for another 2 days,” You say moving, not wanting to get shocked.

They stick a silver wristband on your right wrist and start to push you out of your cell. As you are escorted out, you notice all of the teenagers getting moved from their cells. A few doors down from your own you see Abby Griffin talking with her daughter, Clarke Griffin. You overhear something about the earth but was dragged away before you could hear anymore. The guards take you into a Dropship of some sort and force you into a seat. You watch as all the kids were forced to sit in their seats, a few fighting back.

“Hi! I’m Octavia Blake.” The brown-haired girl said as she was sat next to you.

“Y/N Y/L/N. What were you put away for?” You ask her.

Octavia is silent for a bit before she talks, “I was born. You?”

“Stealing extra medicine for my mom when she was sick and assaulting a guard,” You respond, even though that was slightly a lie. Soon enough you felt the jolt as the ship undocked from the Ark and a video of Chancellor Jaha explaining what’s happening appeared on the screens around the Dropship. You look over to see a kid floating around.

“Spacewalk bandit strikes again,” A kid somewhere on the ship yells. And many others yelling words of encouragement to the kid known as Finn.

"How are we supposed to survive with this stupidity,” You scoff, turning to Octavia. She just shrugs back in response. All of a sudden even louder crashes started coming from the Dropship and then nothing.

“Listen. No machine hum.” A kid from behind says. We all start unbuckling from our seats and head down to the lower level. As you’re climbing down from the ladder you see Clarke, Octavia and a tall dark-haired guy in a guard uniform, talking by the door.

“Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in a year” Octavia states to Clarke. You jump down from the ladder but can’t see anything so you push yourself to the front. The next thing you know, Octavia’s brother opens the gate, flooding a bright blinding light into the Dropship. Octavia jumps onto the ground, taking a deep breath of the fresh earth air and screams “We’re back bitches!” And everyone starts running out into the lush green forest.

When you imagined earth, you thought of a grey and brown desolate area, not a green paradise. You never imagined in your lifetime that you would be on earth, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on your skin, the grittiness of the dirt under your feet and the wind through your hair. You walked around touching the plants that scattered the ground, not wanting this feeling of euphoria to end.

“I have never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life, ” You say walking up to Clarke. She picks up a map and walks over to a clearing.

“What’s up?” You ask following her but getting no response.

“Why so serious, Princess? It’s not like we died in a fiery explosion. Y/N.” You hear a voice behind you say.

“Try telling that to the two guys who tried to follow you out of their seats” Clarke snaps back.

You just looked at Finn shrugging and began to tune them out and just take in the scenery. When you tune back into their conversation, you hear Clarke mention that we were nowhere near Mount Weather, which is where we were supposed to be dropped.

“So we have a radiation-soaked forest between us and our next meal, huh?” You respond looking at the mountain in the distance.

“Yep, they dropped us on the wrong damn mountain” Clarke responds. You walk back to the Dropship with Clarke but instead of worrying about what to do next and wander over to Octavia.

“Oh, Bell this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Bellamy. My brother” Octavia says happily.

“I’ve heard so much about you. Or at least the rumors. Nice to meet you.” Bellamy introduces himself.

“Well, I haven’t heard much about you,” You say looking at Octavia, even though you just met her and her brother. “But it’s nice to meet you.” you laugh. Bellamy starts to pay attention to the conversation going on between Clarke and Wells.

“We’re on the ground. That’s not good enough for you?” He interrupts.

“We need to find Mount Weather. You heard my father’s message. That has to be our first priority.” Wells states.

“Screw your father. What, you think you’re in charge here, you and your little Princess?” Octavia taunts shifting her eyes over to Clarke.

“Come on, let’s just enjoy our freedom first. Then we can go to Mount Weather and get supplies.” You say trying to not take sides.

Clarke tries to convince the other kids to agree with her to go and get supplies but Bellamy says that Clarke and Wells should go as they are privileged. You’re surprised that he doesn’t mention you since your father was a Council member. But you guess that since you were locked up so long, you weren’t considered privileged anymore. Many of the kids around you agree with Bellamy. The kid Murphy starts to pick a fight with Wells for trying to tell everyone to go to Mount Weather. But Finn gets between them in order to give Wells a fair fight or to stop things from getting out of hands.

“Just leave it, Murphy, we don’t need your shit,” You snark from the sidelines. He tries to go for you but Finn stops him from leaping towards you. Murphy pushes Finn off of him and walks away. You start to bring things from the Dropship outside but get distracted by the conversation going on between Clarke and Finn about taking the wristbands off.

“Hey Octavia, be careful out there,” You tell her. She looks back and nods to you before she walks off with Clarke, Finn, Monty, and Jasper. You continue to unpack items from the Dropship until Bellamy walks up to you.

“Hey, you should relax and enjoy this. Like you said.” He says behind you.

“I’ll enjoy this, even more, when I have a semi-comfortable place to sleep,” You state looking back at him and walking back to the Dropship.

“You’ve got a point,” He follows you. When you get close enough you notice writing on the Dropship “First Son, First to dye”. You laugh at the spelling, even though you were locked up for so long you knew it was spelled wrong. Wells drops some wood down as Murphy starts to converse with him. Wells walks away purposely bumping into Murphy’s shoulder as you and Bellamy get to the Dropship.

“If you’re gonna kill someone, it’s probably best not to announce it,” Bellamy remarks from your side, you snicker.

“You’re not really a member of the guard, are you?” Murphy questions Bellamy.

“No. The real guard will be here soon unless we stop it. You don’t actually think they’re gonna forgive your crimes. Even if they do, then what? Guys like us, we’re gonna become model citizens now, get jobs. If we’re lucky, maybe pick up their trash?” He responds.

“You got a point?” Murphy’s little sidekick, John Mbege, questions.

“Well, why help the Ark when they locked us up?” You ask.

“The hell we are,” Mbege says in response.

“You’re wearing those bracelets, aren’t you? Right now, those things are telling them whether or not it’s safe to follow us down.” Bellamy states.

“Okay. You said we could stop it. How?” Murphy asks.

“Well, if we take them off. The Ark will believe that it's not safe to follow, right?” You say slightly questioning if that’s where he was getting at.

“Right, and if we do, I mean, what’s in it for us?” Murphy asks.

“Someones gotta help me run things,” Bellamy states walking away, pulling you with him.

“So you wanna help me?” He asks looking you straight in the eyes.

“Well, that depends,” you respond smirking back at him.

“On what entirely?” He asks.

“On if you really need me. I mean, you’ve got Murphy and Mbege. So why do you need me?” You ask walking back to your pile of stuff.

“I think people will get behind me if you’re on my side. You are the girl who killed three guards, right?” He responds. You stop in your tracks annoyed at the fact that he brought that up and walk back up to him.

“What does that have to do with anything? What, you think that they’ll follow out of fear of me? It’s just a rumor,” You whisper defensively and walk away, leaving him standing alone.

A couple of hours go by as you start to set up your own little sleeping area. You hear footsteps coming up behind you, knowing it could only be one person. “What do you want Bellamy?” You ask annoyed.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that up, clearly, I struck a chord. You and the Council are the only ones that know the truth. But that rumor everyone hears may still help, regardless if its true or not. Anyways, I really do need someone other than Murphy and Mbege. So if you are really are up for it, then here,” Bellamy says, dropping some stick on the ground and starts to walk away.

“I’m sorry for snapping. It's just a very touchy subject. I don’t really have anyone up there that I want to come down, so I'll help you. But we’re not using that rumor as a way to strike fear into anyone or whatever, ” You say walking up to him, handing the stick back and holding your right wrist out. He smiles and takes the stick from you and starts to pry the wristband off. Once the band was off your wrist felt much better.

“So, what’s the first step, to keep people from the Ark coming down?” You ask Bellamy while you rub where the wristband was.

“Well, first we have to get people to take their wristbands off. I’ll go let the John’s know what's up.” Bellamy responds.

Eventually, you gave up trying to set up a private-ish place to sleep since you would’ve needed someone's help to set the tent up and stuff and no one seemed to care. You ended up taking all of the sleeping stuff back inside the Dropship. At least you have somewhere to sleep. You spent a few more hours talking to the other kids and getting them to agree to take their wristbands off. Once the sun had set, Bellamy, the Johns, and you met up and started to gather the people around a fire. The John’s began taking the kid’s wristbands off and throwing them into the fire. Once the first person had their wristband taken off, cheers and whoops filled the air. They continued to do so until Well’s walked up asking what was going on.

“What the hell are you doing?” Wells questions

“Just leave it,” You whisper to Bellamy but he doesn’t listen.

“We’re liberating ourselves. What does it look like?” Bellamy responds defensively.

“It looks like you're trying to get us all killed. The communication system is dead. These wristbands are all we got. Take them off, and the Ark will think we're dying, that it's not safe for them to follow.”

“That's the point, Chancellor. We can take care of ourselves, can't we?!” Bellamy says as the other kids around agree. You started to tune out the conversation until you heard Wells state, “My father didn't write the laws.”

“He may have not written them, but he enforced them,” You protest back, crossing your arms.

“So did your father, when he was on the Council,” You hear the kids around you murmur confused.

“Yes. He did. Until your father didn’t let them save my mom, floated my father and locked me up for trying! You don’t get to say that Wells, I’m not privileged like you. Not for five years. Down here we have free will, we don’t have to listen to what they want anymore.”

“Here, there are no laws. Here, we do whatever the hell we want whenever the hell we want. Now, you don't have to like it, Wells. You can even try to stop it or change it, kill me. You know why? Whatever the hell we want.” Bellamy says agreeing with me.

The crowd began to erupt into a chant, “ Whatever the hell we want! Whatever the hell we want! Whatever the hell we want!”

All of a sudden we heard thunder and rain started to fall. You look up to the sky and feel the drops of water fall on your face, you then look over and smile at Bellamy who smiles back. Wells says something to Bellamy but you couldn’t hear over everyone else.

After the rain and everyone calmed down from the excitement you went to the Dropship and set up a makeshift bed. Of course, you were left with only so much, since most of the other kids had taken the other supplies you had left.

“Here,” You hear a deep voice behind you, knowing who it is. You turn around to see Bellamy holding out a tarp towards you.

“No, use it for yourself. I have enough here,” You say to him gesturing to your makeshift bed. He sets it on top of your stuff anyways and you sigh, “if you insist,” You say and bend down to fix it how you want.

“Goodnight,” You say to Bellamy as you lay down and try to get comfortable.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He replies and goes to his own makeshift bed. Or more like a fort with tarps hung up to give him privacy. You think to yourself, that he must really have these kids wrapped around his finger if they built that for them.

After a couple of hours of trying to fall asleep, you hear some rustling. Letting your curiosity getting the best of you, you follow the bodies walking out of the Dropship after the last one left. Once you were able to get a clear picture of the people, you noticed it was Bellamy, the Johns and two other guys. They went to wake up Wells and led him to a clearing. You watched the events unfold as they threaten and force him to take off his wristband.

Unfortunately, as you stepped to try to get a closer look, you stepped on a stick and it snapped loudly. Disappointed in your very bad sneaking skills, you hide behind the tree. As a guy who was sent to check out what the noise was approaching you, you tried to take a swing at him but he caught your arm, pulled you to his chest and put a knife to your throat.

“Well, look who we have here,” Murphy says as he presses the knife in your neck. He leads you out into the clearing. “We have a little spy here,” He says to Bellamy and the other guys.

“She’s not a spy, let her go. Take Wells back to the camp.” Bellamy says. Murphy doesn’t waver and just presses the knife closer, drawing some blood as the other guys forcefully pick up Wells.

“Now!” Bellamy demands as you elbow Murphy in the stomach making him let go and walk away with the other guys. You cross your arms and wait until they’re far enough to speak.

Bellamy tries to wipe away the blood on your neck with his sleeve before you push his arm away, “I’m fine, but why did you have to do that,” You ask sternly and Bellamy sighs.

“Look, we had to scare him and…”

“No. No, you didn’t, there are better ways of getting people like him behind you. You don’t need to make people scared to stand behind you,” You exclaim.

“Y/N, the longer people deflect and don’t make the Ark think we’re dying. The people up there are closer to coming down here,” Bellamy says looking up at the sky.

“You don’t think I know that!? Do you really think that I want the people who wouldn’t help my mom, who floated my dad, and imprisoned me at 12 years old, to come down here and punish us again? I don’t but we don’t need to put fear in people to do it.” You rant and feel tears start to fall down your face.

“No, but…” Bellamy starts, but you walk away. He starts to say your name but you get too far to hear the rest of it.

You go back to the camp and clean your neck up with the water that Wells gathered. You feel more tears run down your face as you continue to think about your parents, wishing that you could’ve saved them both. After a few minutes, Bellamy walked into camp, you just glared at him before returning to your bed in the Dropship. You finally fall asleep after lying awake for a few more hours.

A/N: Here is the first official part of my 100 series, Virago. Let me know what you think. I haven’t come out with a set release schedule my series. I think I may release parts for this one on Saturday (pt. 2 this sat) and my TVD one on Sunday (pt. 6 this sun). I’ll try for a while and see if that works. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts. Stay safe and healthy.

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#the 100 #the 100 imagine #the 100 series #the 100 rewrite #the 100 x reader #bellamy blake x reader #octavia blake #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #finn collins #wells jaha #john murphy #100virago

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cajunroe · 4 years

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sledgefu + paranormal!au ft. ghost hunter!sledge + demon!snafu ↳ever since they met, gene’s noticed little things about snafu that give him pause and make him wonder about the man’s past. but he doesn’t want to lose the friendship and companion he’s gained. not to mention the fact that snafu was the only person who showed genuine interest in gene’s dream of ghost hunting. the occult had always interested him but everyone else in his life thought he was crazy for trying to pursue the goal of finding proof of the paranormal. and as they reach two years of ghost hunting, gene thinks they might be right because every time something has happened, snafu had been at the ready with a logical (mostly) explanation. then, on what’s supposed to be a normal investigation, gene finds out the paranormal is all to real and all too close by.

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Gene always thought there was something odd about the ease in which Snafu handled terrifying situations.

When they were stuck in a house supposedly haunted by a murderer, Snafu did nothing but laugh every time Gene jumped when he swore something tried to grab him.

When investigating an abandoned asylum with tons of recorded activity, and Gene was certain he heard someone whisper his name, Snafu just claimed it was an open window and continued walking like Gene’s heart hadn’t nearly exploded in fear.

And now, in the middle of what was a routine investigation, where a chair has clearly flown across the room after Gene asked for a sign of a presence, Snafu’s only reaction is:

“Gravity is a strange thing, Sledge.”

Gene’s on the ground staring at the broken chair, mouth open, and heart-pounding.

He looks up, and as Snafu shrugs, Gene loses it.

“What in the goddamn hell is your damage, Snafu? That chair nearly took off my damn head and I know you didn’t throw it at me! Could you cut the skeptic shit for one second and just help me figure it out?”

He knows it’s harsh, but he can’t stop freaking out long enough to care.

They’d been doing this for two years and Snafu’s calm indifference had slowly been driving him crazy, not to mention the fact that it’s the reason Gene’s slowly fallen in love with the man.

He wipes his eyes harshly and when he opens them, Snafu’s in front of him, holding onto his arms.

“It’s alright, Sledge,” Snafu states, concern evident in the way he says Gene’s name.

“No, it ain’t Snafu! Whatever is here just tried to kill me! I won’t even be right again.”

Snafu stood abruptly then and when Gene looked up, he swore Snafu’s eyes were as pitch black as the night outside.

“You’re right about one thing there, Gene,” Snafu replied with cold intensity, the cadence in his voice making is deeper, darker, and making Gene’s hair stand on end, “Whatever is here did just try to kill you.”

Gene’s certain his heart will stop because there’s no way it can handle the major fluctuations it's experiencing tonight.

There’s no way Snafu just admitted to something paranormal, supernatural happening.

They’d been doing ghost hunting for long enough for Gene to be 100% certain about one thing: Snafu didn’t believe in ghosts, demons, or anything paranormal. As a die hard skeptic, Gene was always curious why Snafu had been so ready to join Gene on his mission to find proof of the paranormal. Even when they met at an occult bookstore, Gene wondered why the man had stopped to ask him what he was reading. He thought he was trying to pick Gene up, but when Snafu made no move, Gene launched into what he was looking for. Snafu had listened to him for hours, the day they met, and they’d been friends ever since. Still, despite being so close, Gene always felt like Snafu was reticent like he was hiding something. When he thought too hard about, late at night in another dingy motel room, Snafu asleep in the bed beside him, he chalked it up to his natural speculative nature and would eventually fall asleep.

Now, though…now he’s wishing he’d looked deeper.

Snafu is circling the room, feeling different spots of the wall like he’s searching for something.

“Snaf, what’s going on?” He wishes his voice were steadier, but the fear suddenly gripping him tight won’t allow it.

“Gene, you have always been honest with me. Seems only fair I’m honest with you.”

Gene swallowed heavily, his instincts telling him to run, but his curiosity forced him to stay.

“I ain’t who you think I am.” He declared as though the statement managed to be Gene at ease in any way.

“For once in your life, Snafu, make some fucking sense. Please.”

He watches a fond smile form on the brunette’s lips and despite being scared shitless, Gene’s still in love with him.

“My name’s not really, Snafu.”

“No shit sherlock.” Gene snaps, he always got ornery whenever Snafu was intentionally invasive.

And Snafu, he just laughs and keeps searching the room.

He stops suddenly, crouching in the middle of the room, hand running along the floor.

Snafu looks up quickly, smile bright, but feral as he lays his hand firmly on the ground.

But Gene can’t recognize anything beyond the fathomless pools of black that encompass Snafu’s eyes.

“My real name is Seire, Eugene. I’m a demon.” Then Snafu’s hand disappears into the floor and when it reemerges and Snafu stands, he’s gripping a creature. Half it’s head is missing and its skeleton is covered in the thinnest, greyest skin Gene’s ever seen. He can’t breathe, can’t look away and when it snarls and reaches its razor-sharp claws towards Gene, he doesn’t even flinch.

Snafu holds it in his grip, with ease, by the throat as it tries to scream but fails.

“This looks like one of, hmmm,” Snafu turns his head to the side taken in the creature as though deep in thought, “one of Raum’s little leeches, huh?”

The creature gets one ear-piercing shriek out before Snafu tightens his grip again.

“Guess the rumors about him trying to move up were true. Thought he’d have enough gall to face me himself.”

The creature tries to speak and Snafu lightens his grip just enough for it to speak.

“Not you.”

Gene both hears it and doesn’t hear it, like a whisper passing by him.

Snafu’s eyes shift from Gene and back to the creature in sudden understanding.

They weren’t after Snafu, they were after Gene.

“Little pet. Weakness.”

Snafu’s face turned serious, severe and he tightened his grip again and Gene watched as the man he loved held demon spawn in his grip like it was nothing. He’d never been more attracted to Snafu since they met.

“You’re wrong.” Snafu replies, a torrent of barely controlled anger held in tense shoulders.

He pulled the spawn closer to him, watching as the creature snarled and tried to escape Snafu’s grip.

He looks to Gene with a soft smile then looks back at the creature.

“Love is strength.”

Gene’s heart skips a beat and Snafu must be able to hear it because he laughs like he always did where Gene was concerned.

“I have a message for Raum when you get back down there.”

Gene hears another whisper that sounded have of a snake’s hiss and a surprised “What?”

Then the creature bursts into flame and without a sound, it’s gone, and Gene is left alone with Snafu. His best friend. The one he loves. A demon.

For the first time in his life, he’s the one in doubt, the one questioning what’s real or not, what he saw with what he knows.

He doesn’t know why, but the first thing he needs an answer to is…

“So, you love me?” He asks, still trying not to lose his mind.

He hears another laugh, this one breathy as though the demon was nervous.

“You find out I’m a demon, Prince of Hell, as a matter of fact, and your first question is whether or not I love you?”

Gene presses if only ease his mind of this one thing.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

Snafu sighs and its wistful nature makes Gene look up and stare.

“Hard not to, Gene. All my time in existence and I’ve never wanted something as much as I want you.”

Snafu replies gently, like someone who’s seen too much but is still in wonder with the world.

He sits down on the splintered, dusty floor in front of Gene who was still attached to the corner he was in.

Gene takes a deep, shaky breath, shocked more at his acceptance and handling of the last half hour than over the fact that the man he loved for two years loves him back and at the fact that the man who loves him isn’t entirely a man, but a demon.

Still.

“A lot of things about you make a lot of sense now.”

“Like what?” Snafu asks, voice lilting at the end in genuine curiosity.

Gene smiles at that.

“Your indifference to all of this,” Gene gestures around the abandoned house, “the way you talk sometimes like you’re adopting speech from another time, your overt politeness.”

“That’s just a southern thing, Sledge, not an immortal thing.”

Despite his better judgment, Gene laughs as he grabs Snafu’s hand surprise to find it can be just as gentle as it is deadly. The heat of the touch warms Gene from head to toe.

“I don’t know if I like your real name so much, though.” He states with a grimace ad smiles when Snafu rolls his eyes.

“Neither did I, at least not up here. Snafu was the first nickname anyone ever called me up here and it just stuck.”

Gene links their fingers, mind racing and following eight thoughts at once, the greatest of these being –

“Hell of a nickname.”

Gene’s eyes widened when he realizes what he said, but Snafu just looks at him with intense adoration and fondness.

It's easy then, to shut off his brain, and follow his heart.

He crawls the little space between them on his hand and knees, then watches as Snafu just waits for Gene to commit. It heady and the way Gene’s heart is racing is making him dizzy with lust and power. He lifts Snafu’s chin an inch higher and locks their lips together harshly. It’s an aggressive and powerful first kiss with biting teeth and hot breaths, and Gene feels like not even the fires of hell could be so hot.

He breaks apart with a gasp, reality crashing in at the worst time, but not keeping from holding a breathless Snafu close.

“Are there gonna be more of those things?” He asks, breathless himself, but demanding.

Snafu looks ashamed for the first time in all the time Gene’s known him.

“Yes and it's my fault, Gene. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stay away from you and you wouldn’t leave no matter how hard I tried to get you to because I couldn’t.”

It all clicks and Gene pushes Snafu so hard he falls back onto the floor.

“You asshole! All the hauntings? That was you?!”

Snafu looks guilty but still satisfied, and how Gene never saw the bit of the devil in Snafu, hell never know. Love truly must be blind.

“Tricks of the family trade,” Snafu shrugs, humble and shy. Gene has to take a moment to let that sink in. A demon, shy and humble at their supernatural abilities.

“But yeah, it was me Gene and you’re so damn persistent and brave that you just kept coming back for more. You’re a reckless idiot and I fell in love with that.”

Gene laughs despite himself, disbelieving but full of so much happiness, lust, and lingering fear, that he could hardly believe this was his life.

“Guess I’m gonna have to add exorcist to my resume.”

Snafu stares for a long moment before bursting into laughter. Gene joins him after a moment and he’s never felt lighter.

Despite it all, the love that Gene feels for Snafu is sacred.

And while Snafu may have more oddities than most, his love for Gene is the most natural thing in the world.

They would make it work, make it last, even if it meant going through hell itself.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.54

Keith had a bounce in his step come Monday morning. He loathed mornings, but the weekend had left him on a high. His new puppy was healthy. He’d spent most of Sunday with Miriam, Pidge, Hunk and Lance. Lance and Pidge were visiting Miriam again today. Everyone loved his puppy, which Lance made sure to repeatedly tell them was Keith’s, and that they couldn’t steal him. He’d had sex with Lance... twice. Three times if you counted staying inside his boyfriend and going for another round. The second time Lance was much more into it, and it’d been a great way to start Sunday morning. Slow and sleepy sex with plenty of cuddles. Lance seemed really into being jerked off during sex, and the sounds he’d made... Keith couldn’t stop grinning every time thought about it. Shiro definitely knew, but was keeping his mouth shut, letting Keith figure out this whole dating and sex thing for himself. So yeah, come Monday morning he’d woken, had his two coffees, FaceTimed Lance and his puppy... who’d been named Kosmo when he’d panicked over the vet asking him for his fur son’s name. It felt like one of those mornings where everything was possible.

Meeting them at the elevator, Coran was his usual perky self. Casting Keith a glance up and down, the man played with the end of his moustache

“Someone looks happy. Did you have a good weekend with Lance?”

“Don’t get him started on it, Coran. Lance brought him a puppy... amongst other things”

Coran’s eyes lit up

“A puppy! What a wonderful idea! I knew there was a spring in your step”

Shiro sighed

“It’s not because of that... but let’s not get into it. What have you got for us today?”

Coran wasn’t having it

“No, no. Let’s get “into it” as you humans say. Did you have a good weekend with Lance?”

Keith felt himself smiling again, Shiro pinching the bridge of his nose. Yeah. His brother totally knew he’d slept with Lance in more ways than one

“Yeah. It was good. We visiting Miriam for a bit, Lance is headed there again today with Pidge”

“Excellent. He’s found two wonderful friends in her and Hunk. And you two are still...”

“Still dating. After today’s briefing, there’s something I want to ask you about. But yeah, the weekend was good. And my new puppy is adorable”

“Have you got photos? Is he living at the apartment? You can bring him here if you’d like”

Keith pulled out his phone, opening Kosmo’s album. He’d gotten a bit snap happy, but Kosmo was too cute even if Blue disagreed

“Here. His names Kosmo with a “K”. Lance suggested it”

Showing Coran photos of his precious fur son, Coran awed over them while Shiro mumbled something along the lines of “of course Lance did”

“Kosmo. Did he say why?”

Keith felt his cheeks redden

“Um... it’s an us thing... He’s staying at Lance’s for now”

“Very well, I won’t pry. He is rather adorable. I’m glad you enjoyed your weekend off, I’m afraid I have a rather pressing task for the both of you. Allura’s already waiting in the briefing room”

Sitting in the briefing room, Keith sent Lance a quick message to let him know he was working, then shifted his full focus to Allura. Maybe it was just him, but she really looked like she needed a break. Tiredness etched into her face, and her normally perfect hair seemed limper. Clearing his throat, Shiro was probably dying for something to think about other than him and Lance

“Shall we get started?”

Allura nodded, picking up the projector remote, grainy photos of three individuals came up on the far wall. Keith guessed that they were stills from surveillance footage

“Okay. First, welcome back. Secondly, we’ve got a bit of a situation. We have reason to believe that there’s been a recent spate of vampire murders. These are our three victims”

Keith didn’t quite know what to say, or how to feel. Vampire’s being murdered meant less evil out there. Vampires being murdered also meant Lance might be at risk

“What do we know about them?”

Keith hoped his question didn’t sound Lance related. Coran nodded at Allura, then taking over

“All permanent vampire working human jobs in the region are required to register their names and locations through us. These three weren’t registered, nor do we have clear information on their identities. The information was provided to us from a local club owner. There was no prior altercations, prior to their bodies being discovered. All three were poisoned with high doses of mercury, hearts run through with a leaded stake. Nasty stuff. A very old method of killing. Now, we theorise their blood was first poisoned, allowing them to be easily subdued. We’ve reviewed the footage and come across nothing from the bar of this venue. It serves both humans and vampires. It’s a legal place for masters to bring their pets”

Keith was glad to see Coran shift with discomfort at his own words. There shouldn’t be any pets. Yet going against the flow meant not being able to regulate what they could from Voltron... and thanks to Lance, he’d come to see that a vampire could care for a human, and not just see them as a warm meal

“You want us to hit up the club?”

Coran nodded at Shiro

“Yes. You’ll need disguises of course, and a chaperone”

Keith crossed his arms

“I’m not putting Lance in danger”

“No, of course not. We did entertain the idea of having Lance work for us years ago, but he has such a soft soul this line of work would only bring him pain. No. We’ve reached out to a contact and they should be making contact with us tonight”

“Can we trust them?”

“No. Honestly we would prefer someone else, but time is of the essence. They carry a lot away in the European vampire community, and we don’t know what to make of his sudden return to U.S soil. His name is Lotor”

Allura pressed the button for the projector and the next photo came up. The vampire in question looked like a total dick. His hair the same white shade as Allura, ears tapered too... Keith had a horrible feeling

“Is he part fae?”

Shiro had noticed the same thing asking Keith’s own thought, Coran nodded as he explained

“His mother, Honerva, is part fae. His father is a nasty piece of work. There was once a time we both on friendly terms with them, but Honerva’s obsession over magic damaged her mind. The family moved to Switzerland about 100 years ago, steadily establishing a power base there. The rumours haven’t been favourable”

“And you want us to work with him?”

Allura cut in before Coran could reply

“We want you to observe. We’ll be covering your natural scents, and providing you with pet attire for tonight. We’ll also require you to leave all personal belongings here. When I was younger I was quite close to Lotor. I don’t want to believe the rumours are true, but Honerva does have a great deal of magic at her disposal. It is possible that has affected Lotor. Don’t pry for information, and at the same time, don’t remain silent. He’ll suspect immediately that you’re investigating him, so will be pushing you to mess up”

Keith didn’t like this at all. He still couldn’t get his head around magic being real, and now they had to deal with a vampire that could potentially use magic

“If I may, I believe that Lotor will assist us. Vampire murders endangers his own interests... whatever they may be”

Keith didn’t want to meet Lotor. He seemed like he was going to be more of a hinderance than a help with things. He oozed ego. Lance was so careful to keep his ego in check. And he knew that was hard work for his boyfriend. If Lotor hadn’t kept his ego in check then the man was going to be a nutter... a nutter with him and Shiro masquerading as his pets. It was almost enough to wish that Coran and Allura had reached out and asked Lance...

“What time will the mission start?”

“That’ll depend on Lotor’s arrival. We’ll be monitoring the clubs surveillance, and have hunters in place in case things go south. Not that we expect them to. Now, Lotor chooses not to travel alone. Allura has prepared a file for each of you. You’ll find information on Lotor, his family, and his coven. You’ll also find the schematics for the club inside. I recommend memorising everything in that file. I also recommend you spend your day here, and return to your apartment tomorrow. Lotor may already have the bookstore under surveillance, and Lance would never forgive me if I allowed either of you to come to harm. I must admit, I have grown fond of both of you in your time here. You’re both just what this place needed. Now, Keith, I believe there’s something you wanted to discuss. Why don’t we take a walk? Allura can answer any questions Shiro has in the mean time”

Great. This mission was going to suck and he wasn’t going to be able to contact Lance. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Coran kept his curiosity at bay, Keith pretend to skim the slim file Allura had given as they walked to the man’s office. Holding the door open for him, Keith always felt nervous when alone with Coran. He never quite knew what was going to come out of his mouth, and he kind of felt bad he was going behind Lance’s back like this. Taking a seat beside Coran’s desk, he ignored his vibrating phone, knowing that Lance would be wishing him luck, because that’s what his idiot boyfriend always did. Sitting himself down, Coran clasped his hands together, as if they were about to have the most serious conversation of Keith’s life

“Now, my boy. What can I do for you?”

“I wanted to talk to you about Lance”

Coran didn’t seem surprised

“Sure, I’m all ears”

Couldn’t the man have given him an easier segue into the conversation?

“Um... it’s about his heat”

“Oh, no. Don’t tell me the poor boy is having issues with his heat again”

“It’s not that but... so... um... we... had sex. But his heat was weird and he was kind of worried”

“Describe weird”

“Like his scent changed, but he didn’t lose control of himself. We’ve... um... touched and that during his heat, but... sex was different. He was pretty much himself, and he was worried about that”

Coran beamed at him. Keith embarrassed enough as it was

“That’s excellent! It means his heat is settling down. What he experienced was heat like symptoms from arousal. This is a good sign. It means his hormone levels are levelling out and he should experience very little in the way of true symptoms for the time being”

“That. I don’t get that. You’re like saying he won’t go into heat? So why did his scent change?”

“Lance has already accepted you as his partner. His body was ready for mating, releasing pheromones and growing wet during arousal. It’s the same as you growing erect when aroused. His scent is letting you know he’s in the mood to do the do”

“So he’s okay. He’s not going to come down cramping and bleeding again?”

“Hmmm. That is a little tricky. His body is technically still adjusting, despite the hard part being done. He may experience symptoms due to living with two werewolves and he may enter an early heat cycle dependant on Matt and Rieva”

“You don’t know, do you?”

Coran’s face softened. So far he wasn’t hearing anything overly alarming. Maybe a bit alarming... and scary... more scary for Lance than him, but Lance’s body was settling down and that was the main thing. There was nothing wrong with Lance

“Not really. I may be an old man, but even I have very limited experience with breeders. I would like to get a few samples from Lance to distinguish his reaction to various pheromones. Any potential scent could send him into heat. Once we know that, we can ensure his heat doesn’t hit at an inopportune time”

“These tests won’t hurt him, will they?”

Coran chuckled

“Gracious, my boy. My intention’s not to hurt him. I can’t say he won’t feel minor discomforts, or an accidental induced heat. Now, are you okay? Lance content with taking things slowly, this was a big step for the pair of you”

“I’m alright. I was more concerned about Lance. It’s harder on him than me”

Coran tapped the side of his nose twice, Keith wasn’t sure he was using the gesture right. Keith was flushed with embarrassed, the whole conversation had barely risen above a loud whisper on his side.

“Your secret is safe with me. Now, I’m afraid I must ask a favour of my own. I don’t want to involved Lance with Lotor, not until we know where Lotor’s loyalty lies. I may be being overly suspicious, yet he and Allura parted on bad terms. I do not wish to see her hurt again”

It made no sense to Keith that they’d team up with Lotor. He didn’t see why they couldn’t pose as bar staff, or as pets of the owner

“If he’s such a bad guy, why work with him?”

“Because we can’t afford to say no right now. He may have hurt Allura, but they were both a lot younger then. People have the power to change, and we can’t judge a person on rumours alone. Vampires are rumoured to be ruthless soulless killers, hurt you’re seen for yourself how Lance is”

“Lance is... an idiot. So many things would be much easier on him if he let himself do what he wanted”

“That might be true. He has a brave heart”

“He does... I think... I think he’d be a good hunter. He notices things that other people don’t. I’m not saying I want him to be a hunter, but... maybe he could help in someway?”

“Are you suggesting that because you miss him?”

Yes and no. Keith really fucking missed him right now, but... taking Lance on a hunt was a whole other issue

“I do. Miss him, I mean. I don’t know. I feel like he’s wanting to know more about being a vampire now that it isn’t as simple as drinking blood”

“Let me handle Lance. He has gone through waves of this before, yet he insists on living as a human. All of this has always been hard for him to process. Perhaps I could find him a job in the legal department?”

“I don’t think he needs a job... maybe some answers? What am I say? We all need answers. Sorry for the weird chat. I... I wanted to make sure he was okay”

“He’s as fit as a fiddle. Now, off you pop. You’ll need to memorise that file before tonight”

Lotor proved to be everything Keith thought he’d be. First he showed up with a dozen long stem red roses for Allura, then he produced two thick leather collars that he expected Keith and Shiro to wear for the night. And the way he talked... Keith wished someone would drive a stake through his heart already. His heart. Not Lotor’s. No. Lotor got to play with him like he was a goddamn pet, because it didn’t seem enough that he already looked like he’d walked right out of a budget porno.

Shiro was alright. His brother dressed in tight black leather pants, black leather boots, and a black singlet with weird holes in the sides. His clothes were normalish. Keith’s, on the other hand, were not. Both of them had weird black masks covering their face, with black semi-transparent material in the forehead eye bit. He was also wearing a pair of bright blue contacts to cover his eye colour, as Lotor could probably see through the fabric with no hassels. Had it been just the mask, Keith would have swallowed his pride, but he looked like a damn hooker.

Lance might have pulled it off, but Keith was sure he wasn’t. Black high cut shorts with an enormous silver belt buckle. A black jacket with shoulder pads that were more ‘80’s than his mullet, and kept making him think something was beside him as he caught them in his peripheral vision thanks to their size. A thin silver mesh shirt was the only protection he had under the jacket. His boots were swapped for some hideous black platform thigh high lace up looking things. There wasn’t anywhere to hide a blade, let along a gun. And he looked fucking ridiculous. Coran obviously hadn’t set foot out of his fortress in the last thousand years. Keith fearing he was going to be arrested for crimes against fashion, as Lance would say. Being collared by Lotor was humiliating. More humiliating than stinking like a walking potpourri bowl. He only knew what potpourri was thanks to Adam.

Dressed in a lilac suit, Lotor had slicked his hair back into a high pony tail. His white dress shirt as white as his hair and dress shoes, that into served to make his pale skin tone look paler. A white carnation tucked into his breast pocket. He was easily as light skinned at Keith was, as if he hadn’t seen the sun in a long time. Which made sense, most vampires couldn’t stand the sun like Lance could. His boyfriend would have laughed at how appalling he looked, but sympathised over the fact he was well and truly out of his comfort zone. They’d barely even spoken. Keith assigned the name “Two” for the night, as Shiro was “One”. Allura kept casting them both looks of sympathy. Coran hadn’t stopped playing with his moustache since Lotor had entered the near deserted bookstore. The only one present was the woman behind the counter, Keith wouldn’t be surprised if she had a sleeping bag under the counter seeing she was always there.

Smiling, Lotor looked all that more sinister as his teeth protruded. He wore his fangs long, not like Lance who always kept his hidden as much as he physically could. Comparing the pair of them was like comparing apples and oranges. They both may be vampires, but Lance carried himself with an approachable air. Lotor seemed to suck the air from Keith’s lungs, his instincts telling him not to trust Lotor further than he could throw him. Bidding them fair well, Coran watched as Keith and Shiro were literally led from the bookstore and out to waiting white limousine. Of course Lotor travelled by limousine. His ego would probably keel over if he ever set eyes on Lance’s bronco. Lance understood he was working, but wanted Keith to message him as soon as he was safe. His boyfriend worried too much. Both he and Shiro had done undercover work before, though usually they were much more covered than this.

Sliding inside the limousine, Keith felt sick to his stomach with momentary shock. There were four other people in the back, but that wasn’t the shock. The whole interior was blood red. Plus red carpet, custom red leather seats, red trim and roof lining. All the red gave the impression a massacre had only just happened in the back. The chain connected to his collar made it hard, the leather already rubbing harshly. Lotor slid in next to him, then Shiro. The three of them sitting across from four very intimidating women Keith knew as “Lotor’s Generals”. The file was pretty sparse. Only that Lotor kept company with them. Dressed in black, the women wore matching purple cloaks. Something Keith was a little envious of given he was currently freezing.

Across from them, one of the women started to laugh. Lotor promptly silencing her with just her name. Ezor. She was tiny compared to the woman next to her. As the limousine pulled away from the curb, Lotor sighed

“I’m sorry about that. Allura and I parted under hard circumstances. As you know, I’m Lotor. These are my generals. They will be accompanying us tonight in case any unforeseen circumstances arise”

That wasn’t part of the plan. Keith didn’t like that they’d suddenly gained four more in their already overcrowded party

Ezor started giggling again

“I think the smaller ones frightened of us. He smells delicious”

If smelling like old woman was your kind of thing. Keith now glad his face was covered and she couldn’t see his disgust

“Ezor. I will not tell you again. It is imperative tonight’s mission go off without a hitch. Do I make my self clear?”

Ezor nodded. Unlike his and Shiro’s full face masks, the women wore masks that only covered across their eyes... like something out of a masquerade in a movie. Lance would have loved this. Well, maybe not the situation but the theme. It was very tacky vampire. Lotor continued

“Good. Now. This is “One” and “Two”. You will refer to them in this manner, as they will be my pets for the evening. From right to left, we have; Axca, Zethrid, Ezor and Narti. My four generals. All natural born magic users, and vampires”

Yay. More fucking vampires. He was filing that away for later. He probably now knew more about the four of them Coran and Allura did

“Nice to meet you, all”

Keith cast Shiro a mental glare. Trust his brother to blindly trust a pack of vampires. Nothing good came out of vampires... apart from Lance, but Lance didn’t count. He was too human. Even if his ego did scare Keith at times, his boyfriend was a walking dumbarse

“And nice to meet the pair of you. Coran failed to mention that one of you was part vampire”

What the what now? He and Shiro were both human

“We’re not”

Lotor pursed his lips, look displeased at Keith’s denial

“My mistake. You carry such an unusual scent that I was sure you must be part vampire”

“Well, I’m not”

Keith’s heart rate rose. He’d been very careful. He’d left his devices with Coran, showered with the soap provided, then changed into the clothes provided. He hadn’t touched anything that Lance’s scent was on. Ezor was smiling. They all would have heard the change in beat. Maybe he needed to lie and say he actually did have a heart condition. Except he didn’t know the names of any heart conditions. Lotor picked imaginary fluff off his suit jacket

“Again. I apologise for my mistake. Tell me then, have you worked for VOLTRON for long?”

“No. We’re out of towners. We’ll only be staying as long as the investigation”

It was nice to hear Shiro lie. It soothed his nerves to know his brother wasn’t making friends with an undead bunch of freaks

“Ah, I see. Such a shame. I too, am new to the area”

Keith pried

“What brings you here?”

“This and that”

And was promptly shut down

“He’s been in love with Allura for years”

The one named Zethrid had a surprisingly deep voice. If they were magic users, he hoped they couldn’t read his mind or he’d be fucked

“I must admit I do harbour feelings towards her, though they are purely platonic. She has made that much very clear”

Ezor snorted, stretching her legs out and crossing them at her ankles

“That’s one way to put it. I believe she threatened to leave you at the bottom of the Marianas Trench”

Leaning forward, Narti smiled widely, her teeth just as wicked looking as Lotor’s

“That was Haggar. Allura threatened to in prison him inside his own mind”

Ezor scrunched her face up in contemplation

“Are you sure? I’m sure it was the other way around”

“Yep, because Zarkon gave Haggar leave to do as she wanted around the castle and Lotor wasn’t paying enough attention to the fresh pets”

“Eh. The point is he’s still hung up over Allura”

Narti nodded at Ezor. Lotor looked uncomfortable/!; unimpressed, but Keith was no longer paying attention to him. His eyes were on Axca. She’d so far proved the least annoying. And her expression said she didn’t find gossiping interesting. If he was going to get anything out of her, he’d have to play things carefully. Tonight was going to be an even bigger headache than the one he already had being a walking potpourri stand.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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ma-gic-gay · 3 years

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TW: kidnapping (mentions), murder (mentioned, not gone into detail of), torture (again, just mentioned, not gone into detail of), sexual assault, hospital

He kissed her. With his crusty ass, never before heard of Chapstick, lips, he kissed her.

Oh, if only murder was legal.

"I'm so sorry he did that to you, Carly," he says, hugging her closer to him. "If I could, I'd kill him right now. I promise you. And I promise you, he will never be able to get near you or hurt you again. As long as I'm alive."

His blood boils as she continues, "I'm not sure if I can stand. He kicked me with steel toed boots."

How the fuck does someone feel like doing that? How does one get inspired to rape someone, to do something like this, traumatize them so severely?

"Do you want me to carry you out and into my car?" Jason offers and she nods, so that's what they do. The pair earn a few glances but everyone can sense he's not in the mood for questions, whatsoever, so no one asks any and they get into his car.

"Chase, he's going to ask me to recount what happened, right? Leave no detail out?"

"You won't have to answer any question that makes you uncomfortable or that you don't want to. Just tell me you don't want to answer it and he'll move on. I'll make him."

"You're not looking me in the eye," she notes. "Why not?"

"I don't know," he answers truthfully.

"Look me in the eye, Jason, and tell me everything's going to be okay," Carly requests and he does. He finally looks her in the eyes and it fills him with sadness and love and anger. Sadness because she's crying and because he can see the marks where she was slapped, where she was injured, where the duct tape was. Love because, well, that's just how they always are. Anger because of what Cyrus did to her. How Cyrus hurt her and only got mad he was caught. How much worse it could've been for her.

"Everything's going to be okay," he says, for both of their sakes before putting the seatbelt over himself and driving to the hospital. Yet again, he says screw you to traffic signs and speeds; she's clearly in bad shape.

Oh, Cyrus is going to die. Whether it be by his gun (preferable), or by someone else's, that bastard is going to die for doing this to her.

They get into GH, him carrying her still, and encounter Elizabeth. Hopefully Carly's not in the mood for a fight. "Jason? Carly? What's wrong?"

"Oh, I'm fine and dandy, Elizabeth. Just wanted to see your smiling face," Carly says sarcastically. Looks like she's still in the mood for a fight, even traumatized. "Can we get an ER bed for me and a doctor?"

"Yeah, sure," the younger agrees, leading them to a bed. "What kind of doctor do you need?"

"Just get me Dr. Finn. And Britt, god help me," the blonde instructs and Elizabeth's eyes widen. She knows. "What are you staring at, Lizzie?"

Scoffing, Elizabeth leaves before fighting her. Thank god. This would be a really fucking inconvenient time for it. She'd definitely lash out and say something stupid. "I know, I know, I shouldn't have picked a fight. Just couldn't resist."

"Well, the fight didn't happen, so you're good on that front," Jason half chuckles, putting her down on the bed carefully.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, just worried about you."

"Every time I close my eyes, it's like I'm back in that room and Cyrus is making out with me all over again and I felt so disgusted but he looked like he was having fun. Like I was a prize he had won, or like he was getting joy out of kidnapping me, like raping me would be the most fun he'd had in years," Carly says, sobbing almost silently through her words.. "And I can feel his lips against mine and it makes me sick because I don't want him within 100 feet of me, forget about kissing me."

"If I could, I would take this away from you. The pain and the everything you're going through. You don't deserve this," he informs her, brushing away her tears with his fingertips.

Anger and heartache are all he feels right now, seeing the normally so strong and passionate woman beside him breaking down and in pain. It's a painful thing for him to watch, even more painful for him to know Cyrus is going to probably live. Sadly. Sick bastard will probably not even be put in solitary.

He can't push down his emotions today, not with this. It's not great, but at the same time, it's not the worst.

"His lips were so crusty," she describes. "Like he'd never heard of Chapstick in his life. He clearly liked me, I could tell that, but he started stripping me while he was kissing me and I kept saying no, I tried to pull him off of me, but I wasn't able to. After he called you, it only got worse. It was like he was obsessed with me or something and so he kept going on and on about how I was his or whatever, how you would die if you tried to save me. That part scared me more than what he was doing, that he thought he was going to kill you."

"He wasn't able to. He won't be able to kill me, or live a life out of a solitary confinement maximum security prison ever. I promise you," Jason swears and she smiles.

"It felt like I was going to die there. Like the world was ending and I'd never get to see anyone I cared about again. I'd never get to get into another fight, or hug you again, or do something stupid and impulsive that you'd have to fix," Carly sobs quietly, "and I hated that thought. I know you don't like it when I do stupid things," he nods his agreement, smiling slightly, "but we all know that I'll do it again. And I, I kept thinking about you and the kids. Donna shouldn't grow up without a mother and I can't leave the rest of them without one. I thought about how you said you couldn't live with yourself if he killed me and how I wouldn't want you to suffer."

"We don't need to think like that, Carly. We're alive."

"Yeah, I know, but I don't think I'm able to close my eyes or stop talking because I feel like he's kissing me again and I'm in that room again. Not to mention, it killed the good memories we have in that room," she says and he pulls her in for yet another hug.

She, however, has a different idea and kisses him. Confused, he kisses back. No clue what inspired that, but now they're kissing. Again.

"Mr. Morgan, Mrs. Corinthos, would now be a good time for questioning?" Chase asks, awkwardly shifting his weight.

"Yeah, as good a time as any," Carly agrees as they abruptly end the kiss.

They've got to talk about that later.

"Alright, great. So, Mrs. Corinthos, where were you when you were kidnapped?"

"The Metro Court. I had been called in because we were sort a staff member and so I filled in. I was on my way out when I was kidnapped."

"And how exactly were you taken?"

"Against my will," she cracks, "by some dude who grabbed me and gagged me before putting me in the back of his truck."

That dude is dying too, the second Jason sees him.

"When you got there, did you know that Cyrus had taken you?"

"I figured."

"Did Cyrus assault you?"

"Yes. He, um, he slapped me across the face repeatedly because I rejected his advances and kicked me with boots," Carly says, beginning to sob again. "And if you're asking for sexually, yes. He kissed me, made out with me, and tried to have sex with me, after I said no, after I'd told him to get off of me. He jacked off in front of me with his hands and managed to get one of his fingers in me too. Cyrus stripped me down to my underwear and was probably going to take that off when Jason showed up."

Bastard, he thinks while even Jason is tearing up. It takes a lot to make him cry, much less she'd a tear, so everyone in the room can sense just how serious it is.

"Mrs. Corinthos, can you please describe what you went through to me, in detail?"

"Didn't I just do that?" Carly scoffs before whispering, "I can't answer this, I can't relive this. Not right now, at least. I just can't."

"It's best if we-"

"She said she can't relive it right now. Can you blame her?" Jason asks, glaring at Chase. "Move onto your next question, detective."

"That's really it. You two enjoy your evening. I'll be in touch soon."

Chase leaves and Carly breaks down again, sobbing loudly and worrying him even more than he's already worried for her. Which is really saying something, considering that he's about as worried as one can get.

Finn enters, with Britt not far behind him. "Sorry we took so long, I see my idiot brother pushed you too far. I'm sorry for him," Finn greets, earning a smile out of them all.

"Thanks," Carly accepts before changing the topic to medical things. "My legs are killing me, and I'm in physical pain practically everywhere. Cyrus slapped me, kicked me, punched me everywhere he could find skin. He, uh, he also jerked himself off in front of me and then managed to get a finger inside of me, so I need to make absolutely sure I'm not pregnant."

Everyone does a double take at that, Jason's hands balling into fists. Oh, the things he's going to put Cyrus through if he ever sees the light of day again. The tortures and violent attacks and emotional turmoil.

He's not a bad person, but he is fantasizing about killing one.

At the same time, right now, Carly needs him. More than anything, that's what she needs right now. And if she needs him, he's there for her.

"Alright. Well, do you mind if we take you up for some x-ray's? It'll only be for a few minutes and if you like, we can sedate you," Finn offers. "So you can sleep without dreaming of what just happened to you."

"If you want to be sedated, I can run all my tests while you are," Britt offers. "They're non-invasive, but it's always an option."

"Jason, what do you think?"

"If I were you, I'd go with the sedation," he offers up his advice.

"I'll take the sedative then, please."

They agree and have her sign some medical consent form before administering the sedative and taking her up for her exams.

Which leaves Jason alone with all the time until the sedative wears off, which he's been informed is two hours, to think and plan and think some more.

He should probably call her kids, let them know what's going on, but he's not sure if that's what she'd want right now.

So he doesn't, and he simply sits and thinks.

To be continued later in life when I'm not sleep deprived (well lol we can hope so it'll be continued tomorrow)

._.

#murder tw #sex tw #hospital tw #tw: kidnap mention

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renaerys · 4 years

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18. “I think you’re beautiful.” (Boomer/Bubbles)

February Fic Prompt #8 originally requested by the lovely huinari.

xxx

This was, far and away, the nicest thing Boomer had ever done for anyone. And it wasn’t even for his girlfriend, but for her micromanaging older sister.

“Okay boys, you’re on in 10!” Blossom said. “Make sure you pause to pose at the end of the catwalk so the photographers can get some good pictures for the paper. Remember, this is for charity, so it’s meaningful and important work. You should all feel extremely proud of yourselves for helping out. I know I am.”

Boomer groaned and stared at his painted reflection in the vanity. His winged eye-liner, violet eye shadow, and push-up bra made him feel some kind of way, but it was not proud. As much as he adored Bubbles, and as much as he valued Blossom as a friend, he could not help but regret his decision to participate in the charity drag show, no matter how much money they were raising for the Townsville Planned Parenthood branch.

“How the fuck do girls wear all this shit?” said Floyd, picking at the tight fishnets under his miniskirt that were causing a wedgie. “It’s so uncomfortable!”

“Beauty is pain,” said Mitch, where he currently sat battling a strappy kitten heel sandal that was obviously a size too small for his foot. “Jesus fucking Christ, I’ve literally never been so close to committing shoe murder!”

“Is that a thing?” Boomer asked, pulling at his hair. He was one of the few boys with naturally longer hair, which Buttercup had curled and styled for him. The result was that he looked a little like Bubbles, save for the insane amount of theater makeup.

“I mean, is a shoe alive?” asked Harry as he touched up his fire-engine red lipstick in the mirror over Boomer’s shoulder. The dude was completely at ease walking around in Beyoncé’s Single Ladies costume.

“Of course it is! Every shoe has a personality.” Bubbles giggled as she made the rounds to all the Townsville High School Junior boys who’d signed up to participate in the charity show.

“Personality doesn’t equal sentience,” Mitch said, still struggling. “Otherwise, this thing would feel my murder intent and get on my fucking foot!”

He lost his temper and threw the shoe clear across the room, where Buttercup caught it before it could sustain damage. “Why do I feel like I just interrupted some dumb argument?”

“We’re at a drag show,” Boomer said. “How are you surprised?”

“Bro, you’re doing it wrong. You gotta tuck that shit away,” said Joey, captain of the football team and unexpectedly super down to get this show on the road. He did look rather fabulous in his leopard print romper. Objectively speaking.

“I am?” Elmer Sgloo looked like someone had used him to crack open a disco ball. He nervously examined his tight, sequined pants that left little to the imagination.

“Yeah, you know, tuck,” Joey insisted.

“But I thought I did!”

“No—here, fine, I’ll help you.”

Harry whistled suggestively. “Get a room, you two.”

“Or not. My sister will castrate all of you if you hold up the show,” Buttercup said. She held out the recovered shoe to Mitch. “C’mon Cinderella, gimme that foot.”

Bubbles laughed as she watched them all, but Boomer didn’t share her amusement. He looked sullenly at his reflection.

Butch and Brick are never gonna let me live this one down.

His brothers would be in the audience of course. Neither had been willing to participate in the show, of course, no matter what Blossom said or did. She hadn’t put up much of a fight; when Brick made up his mind, that was that. But Boomer, sap that he was, just couldn’t say no.

“Hey you,” Bubbles said softly enough that no one could overhear them. “How are you holding up? Ready to get out there?”

Boomer met her gaze in the mirror, and he just couldn’t deal anymore. “No, I’m really not.”

Bubbles’ soft smile morphed into genuine concern, and she spun him around in his chair to look at him properly. “What’s the matter? Boomer, talk to me. You look really upset. Does the dress not fit?”

He shook his head. Glitter fell from his hair, and that just made him feel even worse. “No, the dress is fine. Everything’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. Hey, look at me.”

He looked at her. She was so pretty in skinny jeans and a blazer over her 100% Human T-shirt in support of the event. Her hair was up and out of her face, professional for the evening but somehow still the cute, sweet girl he’d fallen for hard. It was stupid, he was stupid, and he knew she’d tell him as much. But damnit, he couldn’t help but feel upset knowing what his brothers and the other guys at school would say when they saw him.

“I just feel so…so ugly like this,” he whined. “Like, I know it’s for a good cause. And I really thought it’d be fun. For real. I wasn’t just doing it because you asked. Mitch ’n the guys are here too, it’s cool, just…”

“Just, Mitch and the guys aren’t Brick and Butch,” Bubbles said simply.

Boomer sighed. He wanted to rub his eyes, but the last time he did that Robin gave him an earful for ruining the makeup she’d spent so much time perfecting.

“Boomer,” Bubbles said. “I’m going to tell you something, and I want you to hear me, all right?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Hey.” She kneeled down so she was looking up at him and held his hands in hers. “I’m serious. Are you listening?”

“I’m listening.”

“Good. I think you’re beautiful.”

He scoffed. “Uh-huh.”

She didn’t laugh at him. Her hand pressed over his heart. “You are the kindest, most compassionate person I know. You care so much about people, even when they don’t always return that kindness. That takes an amazing kind of strength most people aren’t brave enough to have, and I think that’s super hot.”

Boomer stared at her. “C’mon.”

She tugged on his dress and pulled him closer. “I’ve never been more serious.”

He was surprised when she kissed him, heedless of the lipstick that would ruin her own makeup, but he just about lost his mind when she climbed onto his lap and made out with him right there in front of everyone. Harry whistled, and Joey and Mitch laughed and clapped.

“Get some, Queen!” Floyd joked.

“Oh my god,” Buttercup muttered. “I seriously need new friends.”

Breathless, Boomer stared up at his girlfriend as she very, very sexily wiped bright pink lipstick residue from her lips and winked at him. “If your brothers have a problem, they can take it up with me personally. I’m actually pretty hardcore, you know.”

Yes, yes he did know. He swallowed and nodded, speechless.

Blossom came back in, her eyes glued to her clipboard and a headset buzzing on her head. “Okay guys, we’re on! Harry, you’re up first, so go line up. Remember, as flamboyant as possible. This is to make people happy so they want to donate the big bucks.” She looked around the room and smiled sincerely. “You all look fabulous, holy cow.”

“I swear to god, if this doesn’t, like, end with free birth control for all, I’m officially quitting the human race,” Mitch said.

“I like your energy, Mitch. Keep that going out there,” Blossom said. She clapped her hands. “Let’s go, the music’s starting!”

Bubbles helped Boomer up. He ran his thumb over her lip to wipe away some of the lipstick she’d missed. “Well, here I go to my social suicide. Guess there’s worse ways to go that don’t help at-risk women.”

Bubbles grinned. “Your feminism is a big turn on for me right now.”

“…Wait, for real?”

“Boomer, go! Stop staring at Bubbles and get your cute butt out there!” Blossom swooped over and grabbed him by the elbow.

“Wait, Bubbles, for real though?” he called after her.

They’d talked about, you know, going all the way, but only in passing, metaphorically speaking. Could she really mean…???

The spotlight was bright and the music was loud, but Boomer forgot all about his trepidation thinking about Bubbles’ smile, the way she’d kissed him so confidently, and her genuine words. Who cared what Butch and Brick thought? It suddenly seemed so insignificant as he took the stage to a crowd of cheering, screaming people all looking for a fun night out. Joey high-fived him enthusiastically as they passed on the catwalk, and Boomer couldn’t stop himself smiling.

Maybe, doing something to help people wasn’t so bad.

#Boomubbles #Blues #Boomer #Bubbles #Powerpuff Girls #PPG #Powerpuff Girls fanfiction #February Fic Prompts #repost #i am so weak for these two

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unboundbnha · 4 years

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hoooo my god. this is for ME

for me. for godzilla. :’)

➤ rules; make headcanons of you and a character of your choice, be it sfw or nsfw.

Thank you so much for tagging me @spicyness! I’m gonna SKAJHDSKJ. HHHHH. This is everything? Fuck I just want a purple boyfriend 😫 this will be about Shinsou because I like him a normal amount :-)

First off, I’m a pain in the ass. My sense of humor is wack (it’s basically just ‘annoy my friends and loved ones’), I’m always fricken TANKING The Mood (because it’s funny and I physically cannot resist making a Funny if the opportunity’s there), everything turns into a game unless you make me stop wink wonk. Shinsou seems like the type to snort in amusement and roll his eyes at my dumb antics, and I appreciate that! If I could make him legit laugh I’d die happy. (I am also emotionally savvy enough to know when to draw the line though, don’t worry. It’s just, man, my idea of fun is ‘LET’S ROAST ‘EM’)

I love cats. I’ll lose my whole mind over them. They NEED head kisses. Shinsou also likes cats. He also needs head kisses. That’s it, that’s the bullet point

Being open and honest and genuine is important to me. I believe most any relationship (friendship or otherwise) can work if you’re willing to communicate and empathize with the other person: I would 100% be willing to hear Shinsou’s shit, and he seems like he’d be a good listener too. I’m also good at logicking things through and he seems like he’d appreciate that. Likewise, he seems like he’d do the same for me, and as long as we stayed humble and weren’t looking to be offended (I don’t Do That -- he’s a Cancer -- love you, Cancers -- so it might take him a minute to get on the same page, but he’s emotionally smort and cares about me so I think he’d be willing to work at it) then we could help each other through emotionally hard stuff with hard truths. Plus, I’m a super honest person: if he was in a relationship with me he’d probably be pretty secure in knowing I wouldn’t hurt him on purpose. If past shit comes up with him, I’ll talk to him. Talking’s the good shit, y’all: utilize patience and empathy and you’ll be so well off!

I also battle, with a big fucking sword, a lot with mental health stuff (LMAOOOO WHO DON’T!!! YEET). I used to struggle with agoraphobia and still deal with anxiety and depression. On top of that, I have something like chronic fatigue -- I’ve been calling it chronic fatigue because I’m fucking tired, all the time. My top energy levels are like a 35% on a fantastic day. I really like the idea of this boye seeing me melting into a puddle, face down on the carpet, and bein like “how’s it going down there? you okay?” and the answer being obviously no, but him just like. Man I dunno. He seems like the kind of person who’s tired, but who can live with it. I can’t! When I’m tired, that’s it babes! I hit a 0% on my battery and I’ll collapse! So I just, hhhh. Don’t laugh, but I like to fantasize about him bundling me up and into bed. Thinkin’ about Birthday Snoot by my good friend @lord-explosion-baku and melting, okay?? OKAY???? I’m soft, the truth’s OUT, FUCK! I want to be taken care of like a sad but pampered cat.

(Please read Birthday Snoot I still cry over it)

Also I’m gross and struggle to shower often enough because it’s exhausting so bein given a gentle bath? oh MAN. Hands softly running through my stupid, terrible hair...asking me about my day and if anything happened that triggered me feeling this bad...just....the tenderness....the gentle affection.....being loved even when I’m at my lowest. Being cared for when I can’t do it myself. That’s a legit fantasy y’all. We out here!

I love to SNOOZE. I love being COZY. You bet your sweet bippy I’m gonna sprawl over a couch and take up the whole thing. Shinsou’d better be willing to snuggle the fuck up. I’ve got great squish which I personally feel like’s great for cuddling: I’m like warm taffy. How better to gently seep into every crevasse of your Favorite Person while enjoying a cozy cuddle?

Listen, everyone fucks hard with Shinsou calling his S/O ‘kitten’, and I agree (def have written leetle -- HOO -- leetle scenarios with that nickname because wow) but I get all wibbly with the idea of He calling me ‘Angel’. A joke at first because, like, guys, I’m really nice. (I know it sounds bad when people say they’re nice and LSDFLKJDF I AM, OKAY. I’ve worked on it. Cultivated the skill of kindness! Being kind isn’t easy, and sometimes you just wanna go apeshit, but I’ve worked hard to improve upon myself! Yeet!) But I also just really fucking love being annoying. I simply cannot resist the urge to sneak up behind someone and poke them in the ribs. I rib-poke while in the deep depths of making out too, I’ve tanked the mood a lot so picture my dumb ass Pink Panther’ing behind Shinsou, prepared to be Evil while he’s, idk, making breakfast or something, and before I can commit a Rib Crime he uses his hero training and fast reflexes and honed senses and all that good stuff to snatch my wrist and ask “what’re you up to, angel?” the answer is nothing, because he’s killed me by being sexy and fast and hero-y, and he’s probably actually killed me by startling me into collapsing like a fainting goat

He gets the deep stuff. Unfortunately for everyone and especially myself, I’m a Thinker with a capital T: it never fucking stops. I had an existential crisis for like three years in a row because of course, but I feel like he knows what it’s like to get lost in your head. Working each other out of panic attacks because holy jesus the universe sure is fucking huge huh? We’re not even a blip on the radar in the history of existence and we’re gonna be dead basically tomorrow aaaand that’s why we’d be good for each other, because I feel like we both have coping mechanisms that keep us from spiraling too bad, and we could share them with each other.

I also so fucking admire his drive, but it makes me angry that stupid fucking hero society would discriminate in the first place.

Oh, yeah, that’s another good point: I’m hella mad about 98% of the time and I work hard to hide it! Because innocent people don’t deserve to get yelled at! I feel like Shinsou’s smart enough to sense when I’m about to pop and he can be like “heyyyyy...you wanna talk this out constructively instead of getting into a public brawl?” and I’ll be like “NO but I’ll do it for you because I love you” and then we get pizza.

Because I’m fine and balanced and stuff, I made a quirk for myself if I was in the BNHA-verse, and basically I can get stronger at the expense of higher thinking skills and will turn into a weapon of mass destruction against whatever I’m pointing at (ugh, that’s so sexy. Fuck I wanna be a big spooky buff as shit monster thing), friend or foe, so Shinsou and I would work well in tandem because if I got too rowdy he could use his quirk and get me to calm down! Keep me from accidentally doing a murder! Nice!

Okay this is nsfw so if you’re under 18 DON’T READ IT. I’LL CALL YOUR PARENTS. GET OFF MY BLOG.

Relating to the point above, QUIRKPLAY. Mind control me into stuff I want to do but am too awkward to ask for, please and THANK you. Also, Shinsou’s a top. Gotta be, and thank god for it because I’m certainly not. I’m not happy about being a fucking bottom, because my first and most powerful personalty trait is ‘be as annoying as possible to the people you like; don’t let them tell you what to do.’ Can’t make it easy on myself, nope. Anyway, I want the appearance of being a top without the responsibility because damn, gotta be like, suave and shit. Gotta plan stuff. I don’t like that! I do that enough in real life and I don’t like it there, either! But whatever. I’m a brat and I feel betrayed by my coochie for it. But Shinsou’s a top and he’d tease me for being Fucking Terrible, and suddenly I wouldn’t be so mad at my coochie. She has her reasons.

I...like Shinsou for a lot of reasons, but a really big one, for sure, is that I feel like he can communicate about the important stuff. He likes to tease, but he knows when to be serious too. I’m really wack about being close and intimate with people and I have, hhh, special requirements to be able to sleep with them, and I feel like he’d both be able to respect AND honor that. Like, run through the rest of the BNHA boys with me here: would Bakugou be able to be completely cool, calm, and collected while still teasing, but knowing where to draw the line? Todoroki’s closer maybe, but he’s not as people-smart (which is also a big thing for me). Confidence (or at least the appearance of it when it’s important), respect, communication, listening and respecting what I ask for even if it seems wack -- Shinsou has that, and god is it attractive.

Also, mind control.

Also, his capture weapon.

Also you know this motherfucker is kinky as shit. Thank the good lord.

Also, sexy-slow makeouts with his long, nimble hands running up my outer thighs to squeeze my waist -- teeth on neck, stolen gasps of breath --

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I feel bad because all of this, fuckin, WALL of text is pretty much ‘this is what purble boy can do for me’ and I don’t say a lot I’d do for him, but if I got someone like him I’d go to the end of the earth for them. I may be a perpetually-sleepy bitch, but one of my best -- and worst -- character traits is my unwavering loyalty. I’ll be 110% down to kick anyone’s ass who insults him: he can fight his own battles, but he shouldn’t have to over some dumbass with a big mouth and a little brain. Making him smile and laugh, oof, be still my beating heart. Words of encouragement when life gets too much. Genuine thanks for his help, whatever it may be. Hugs, because we’re both touch-starved as fuck and he deserves gentleness, dammit. He doesn’t seem like his love language is receiving gifts -- more like quality time and words of affirmation? Maybe physical touch? -- but I’d still get him little things that made me think of him, that could help him in his day to day life or maybe just bring a smile to his face. We could rescue each other at social conventions, have dates to the humane society and play with cats. Support each other through our depression days, prove that even having a brain that’s mean to you sometimes doesn’t make you unlovable. Man, idk. The whole thing’s soft and makes my heart go doki-doki. Hitoshi Shinsou is an extremely good person and god damn I’d want to show him I appreciated him and existing at the same time as him. He deserves love and kindness. He deserves someone to kiss every knuckle of his hand. He deserves hugs in the kitchen and blankets being pulled over his shoulders when he falls asleep at the desk. He deserves only good things, and I’d be honored to give them to him.

HHHHH.

Okay! If you made it to the end of this, congratulations! You don’t actually get anything, but boy oh boy you have a lot of information about ME now! Aren’t you delighted? Heh. So! You tag people for this stuff, and I’m gonna tag @lord-explosion-baku, @bnhascribbles, @perpetual-bed-head, @russianonion, @weebsinstash, and last but certainly not least, @usernamekate94. Tell me about Monoma, Kate. Tell me.

#god this is a mess. anyway #I just! he's a good boy brent!!!! ;_;#self ship meme #author x character #I would feel embarrassed if I possessed the ability to feel embarrassed #I'm weak for one (1) man: so WHAT if he's fictional #I can daydream about giving him the hugs he deserves!!! AND I WILL

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