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animecreator3000 · 1 year

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Every time I rewatch some episode of Boueibu HK I wonder again how the staff even planned this season. Like. Almost nothing meaningful happens with the characters

TLDR the characters with the most developement in HK are the monsters

Kyoutarou is there as a complete contrast to Yumoto while keeping the battle speeches so his characterization doesn't make much sense. Nanao is mere fujoshi bait. Taiju and Taishi have random bits of dialogue that hint at possible arcs for s2 but not enough to tell us what it really is. Maasa has an unfinished arc in his episode, where supposedly he's putting fatty butter in his cookies to make everyone else overweight because he resents Ichiro not defending him when they were little, but then his friends tell him it's fine and then he can move on??? This would work with Ichiro's theme of not wanting to be immature or dense anymore, except they only ever used this theme as a gag (misunderstanding the meaning of whatever the others have said) or to straight up humilliate him (ep4) and continue treating him like a stupid baby. At the end of the season Maasa and him have made peace somehow and that's it. Ata gets in my opinion the closest thing to a complete arc, even if it's just staring angrily at Kyoutarou for ten episodes, then explaining his problem while fighting him and finally getting his apology and reconcilliation. At least it's something. And poor Ryouma is just there to be the butt of a few jokes about how he lets Nanao and Kyoutarou use him, be in a couple of cute shippy scenes, and also for Ata to completely dismiss him from the flashbacks to the point where if they had first met in high school nothing would've changed.

The relationships barely have developement either. Love had anime episodes and manga chapters dedicated to the different close friendships solving their conflicts and becoming closer. There were also many instances of seeing how close the Hakone brothers-defense club and Beppu brothers' relationships were, and even though they didn't have any conflict between themselves, they made them strong sides for the final fight. Yumoto didn't get a character arc but through the entire anime he was revealed to be strong, considerate, forgiving and mature, willing to kindly befriend the Beppu twins for his brother but not let them walk all over him; contrary to how he was presented in the first episodes, like a stereotypical magical girl protagonist. Anyway in HK there's no meaningful conflict between any of them besides Kyoutarou and Ata. Taishi and Ichiro argue constantly but don't show to genuinely like each other after all like IoRyuu or EnAtsu did. Ichiro and Maasa never make any progress to be together again, Maasa hints once at liking Taishi and nothing comes from it, and Nanao and Taiju have the most artificial friendship in the cast that I just do not understand. They just ran an ice cream shop once with again unexplained success and make sassy remarks at each other ever since. And I guess Karurusu and Furanui had a bit of developement thanks to Kyou and Ata in ep12. Idk about the aliens, this time it's like they didn't do it completely well but also not as bad as with the rest of the cast. Maybe bc they didn't appear as much as the humans in most of the episodes

I'm realizing now that a few of these complaints are related to Nanao acting weird

Idk where to put this but I'd like to point out Kinshiro's principles of halting the fight with the Battle Lovers as soon as he finds out that the s1 conflict was set up for a reality show and actively defending them from an attack because they're Binan students, despite still not having received his apology from Atsushi. Ata might've done the same if the HK finale's events had gone in the same order (travelling to Honyalaland to fight Wao, then Kyoutarou apologizing to Ata), but he doesn't feel as a character as deep as Kinshiro in that sense bc they didn't really show him to be in other ways.

Love feels more like an actual group of people while HK feels like they were filling in friendship group roles or something

#boueibu #binan koukou chikyuu bouei bu happy kiss!#marine talks #sleepy rant might delete later #this is all talking about what happens in canon not what could happen in fanwork #how do y'all write kyou correctly in fics with how little sense he makes in canon? props to everyone that does this #anyway pls tell me i'm wrong bc i'm unimpressed abt all this #i get that some media don't need character developement bc it's not the point #but boueibu has proven that it worked well with the rest of the material so what happened with hk?#i haven't written in so long i constantly shift between wanting to write and to throw my fics in the trash #well writing this post made me wanna write a proper story for hk #this rant is all messy bc it's just thought vomiting but whatever #sorry #problem is love has a lot more media than hk but even if we just had s1 to compare i think that might've still been better in this sense #i think the only time ata has talked to ryouma directly was when he yelled at him for defending kyou in ep11. very close friendship i see #i'd say even ranmaru and juka in f-ran have more character developement than some of the guys in hk #i'm still mad about the way ichiro got humilliated in ep4 and didn't defend himself and there were no consequences #good friends don't do that to you! like please edelstein are the angry bad guys and still treat each other better than the defense club do

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pumpkinsnhollyhock · 4 months

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Ch10 - Little Boxes

Rose Quartz Dawn Chapter 10 - Little Boxes Chapter Rating: SFW Summary: A hero and a villain sit down to chat. Neither wins, but everyone gains. Read the full Chapter 10 on ao3!

Hitoshi had been watching Recovery Girl scuttle around her office for the last several minutes, and it was starting to make his temples throb.

He couldn’t blame her nervousness necessarily — his own knee had been making a symphony out of the cot springs beneath him ever since Aizawa had left to retrieve Japan’s number one hero — but when she began fussing over Kyou’s monitors for the tenth time, he forcibly stalled his jumping leg and addressed her.

"Is there something I can help with?”

“What?” she snapped, but then her whole body seemed to soften, and she sighed.

“I can’t believe they want to meet here,” she explained on a whine, grabbing a container off her desk and heading toward the adjacent cot and its Brainwashed occupant at a marginally less panicked pace.

“I know it’s the most secure place to do it, what with trying to hide him and all — sorry, can you just...” She had reached them, dipping her fingers into some sort of salve and gesturing for Shigaraki to bend forward so she could reach him. Hitoshi obliged.

“Thank you — but it’s certainly not the safest place to do it! I mean, you’ve seen the kinds of messes All Might leaves in his wake, right?”

Huh?? She was this anxious because of All Might??

“I would think it’d be him we should be worried about.” Hitoshi pointed blankly to the guy whose face the tenured nurse was now dabbing salve.

“Hmph! To be a kid is to be messy, but adults should know better,” she snapped, passing a gross oversimplification as wisdom in the way only the elderly could. “And our precious Symbol of Peace seems to be incapable of doing anything without a mess.” She sighed. “Smash this, smash that – I wish he could use some restraint sometimes. But – what is that saying? It’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks?”

She sighed again.

“That can’t be helped, I guess. But I don’t want my office destroyed! So, if it looks like it’s going to become a fight, keep him from going overboard, won’t you?”

Hitoshi could only blink, trying to comprehend that she was asking him to Brainwash All Might, when the door began to slide open –

“Watashiga... KITA1!!!”

– and the legend himself appeared, nearly cracking the frame as the door flew the rest of the way open.

Hitoshi almost tripped in his haste to stand, but Recovery Girl merely shook her head.

An awkward silence followed in which Recovery Girl finished with Shigaraki and Hitoshi stood rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do, all while All Might remained posed dramatically in the doorway, his face falling slightly with each second.

Finally, Recovery Girl started back toward her desk and grumbled, “Really, All Might, this is not the place for that energy,” glancing at Hitoshi with an expression that read ‘what did I say.’

“And you’re blocking the entry,” Aizawa muttered, still out of sight.

“G-gomen2...” The hulking hero sounded sheepish as he finally relinquished his pose and stepped inside the office.

Aizawa followed close behind, All Might’s polar opposite with his typical deadpan and tired swagger, already looking irritable as he slid the door closed behind them.

“HA HA!” All Might boomed, and Hitoshi barely had time to register how unnaturally fast the hero had regained his poise before he was there, smiling imposingly down at him, “Hello, young man. Aizawa-kun said there would be students here, but I was under the impression we would meet you at your residence. Shall we all walk over together?”

Hitoshi was unable to keep his eyes from shifting toward Shigaraki, simultaneously incredibly anxious and a little proud that All Might had not appeared so far to recognize the famous villain.

“Uh...”

He glanced nervously at Recovery Girl who was quiet but grim-faced, and then at Aizawa, who also said nothing, but nodded reassuringly before loudly locking the door.

“You may be familiar with Hitoshi Shinsou,” Aizawa drawled, following his colleague into the room and introducing Hitoshi as if this were a totally normal situation. “First year, Class C.”

“Yes, very nice to meet you properly, Young Shinsou. I apologize for my distance earlier at the hospital. I was on the job – you know, not really the time to socialize.”

“N-no problem, All Might, sir.”

“AHA HA HA!” the hero boomed. “Just All Might is fine. No ‘sir’ necessary.”

Hitoshi rubbed his neck uncomfortably as, for about the fourth time since All Might had addressed him directly, he felt his eyes dart in Shigaraki’s direction, still amazed and panicked that he hadn’t even seemed to notice him.

But now that his own interaction was coming to a natural conclusion, All Might’s attention wavered.

“And I see we have more company!” he alluded happily, beginning to turn toward the unnaturally still ‘student’ sitting opposite Hitoshi.

“Yes, over here...” Aizawa said calmly, directing All Might toward the cot across the aisle from them. Hitoshi let out a breath and followed the two Pros across the room, “Allow me to introduce my daughter, Kyouyuu Atae.”

All Might gaped. “Your –?” he started, looking taken aback, but seemed to think the nuances of his colleague’s relationship could wait, because he continued, softening his features and lowering his voice to something more appropriate for a sick bed.

“My deepest apologies, Aizawa-kun. I had no idea. But, of course, you would want her closer to home instead of at the hospital with the others –”

“Kyouyuu is neither a first year nor in the hero course,” Aizawa corrected him. “But, in a way, her injures are connected to the training camp attack,” he finished elusively.

All Might etched a layer of confusion over the concern chiseled into his face, and Aizawa sighed.

“Apologies for our secrecy and deception, but if the slightest hint of what I’m about to tell you had gotten out, it would mean danger for everyone. All Might, please brace yourself.”

Hitoshi gulped.

So we’re doing this.

In the slight pause before his sensei delivered the blow, Hitoshi glanced at Recovery Girl. She was already looking at him pointedly. He stood a little straighter.

“It seems my daughter has formed a bond with Tomura Shigaraki.”

All Might tensed, the inquisitive concern vanishing and replaced instantly with ferocity, his shoulders broadening and fists clenching as if he could Smash the uncomfortable news away.

“What?”

In answer, Aizawa merely tilted his head toward the cot opposite.

The hulking hero jerked around, knees and arms bent, but just as quickly loosened his stance as he looked down at the lanky UA-jacketed youth with parched orangey-mauve hair.

All Might chuckled.

“Aha very good, Aizawa-kun. You had me for a second.”

He looked at each of them in turn, his face falling a bit more each time he turned his head.

Hitoshi grimaced sympathetically.

Then All Might’s smile sagged almost comically, a frown with teeth, as he tensed again and slowly looked back at Shigaraki.

“It’s safe,” Hitoshi offered. “I’ve got him.”

All Might’s expressive comic book face turned to him again and another smile appeared.

“Ah, I see. Brainwash, right?” he asked. Hitoshi nodded. “Very good, Young Shinsou. I look forward to having you in classes soon.”

Hitoshi felt his face grow hot and chanced a glance at his mentor. His face was mostly buried in the binder cloth, but his gaze had lost some of its usual terseness.

“Strange,” All Might was saying, bent forward and examining Shigaraki closely, “I guess without all the creepy getup and malicious intent, he just looks like your average kid, huh?”

Recovery Girl tutted behind them.

He straightened again, massive fists on his hips.

“Well, good job, you two. And you say Miss Atae helped, as well? That’s UA for you, even its cocurricular courses making an exemplary show of heroics.” He pulled out his phone. “Only thing left now is to inform Tsukauchi –”

“No,” Aizawa interrupted.

All Might paused mid-dial, “Hm?” looking at his colleague as if he’d misheard him.

“We didn’t ask you here to arrest him.”

“Aizawa-kun, I don’t –”

“As soon as he gets brought into the station,” Aizawa launched into lengthy explanation, crossing his arms, “we run the risk of it getting out: exactly where he is and how he got here.

“We already have secrecy on our side, and it’s buttoned up as tight as it can be. He left on his own, without a trace. As far as The League of Villains knows, he could be anywhere. And in the meantime, we have an opportunity to acquire as much useful intel on the inner workings of The League as possible.

“Thanks to my daughter, I have already established an accord of sorts with him, but he has no reason to work with keisatsu3. For now, this is our most ideal situation.”

Throughout this explanation, All Might had been reacting loudly, attempting a few times to counter, but Aizawa had continued without pause. Now, that chiseled face was merely frowning, his shadowed eyes locked on his colleague.

“I asked you here so you two could talk,” Aizawa concluded.

All Might’s frown increased.

“What about,” he uttered at last.

Hitoshi’s pulse picked up as his mentor took a deep breath and unfolded his arms –

Shit. Here we go.

– positioning himself in the center of the room with clear line of sight to all its occupants.

“As I mentioned, he and I have an understanding, and he has agreed to share any information that will return Bakugou to us and secure Kyouyuu’s safety.”

Aizawa turned his head toward the front of the room where Recovery Girl was still sitting quietly at her desk. All Might turned, too, looking alarmed again.

“Chiyo?” Aizawa asked.

“If you must,” Recovery Girl bemoaned, gripping her cane a little tighter.

“Ch-chotto4, Aizawa-kun!” All Might spluttered, taking a couple steps away from Shigaraki.

Shit. Shit. Shit!

“But what you discuss...” he continued, nodding meaningfully to Hitoshi then turning back to Shigaraki and activating Erasure, “is completely up to you both.”

Okay...

Hitoshi felt a moment’s relief — as it always did when he released someone from Brainwash, his mind no longer cramped and aching — before stiffening again, preparing to hurl every insult he could think of in case he needed to put him — either of them, he thought, gulping — under control.

For several long moments, it was silent except for Shigaraki’s deep inhalation, the room itself seeming to hold its breath as the disguised villain blinked his eyes back into focus.

Hitoshi watched — lips parted, his heart hammering his ribcage, ready to shout if the bastard so much as lifted his arm — as Shigaraki stared dazedly at All Might and then at Aizawa; as he froze, scratching lightly at the sheets he’d disturbed as he’d shifted; as those blood red eyes narrowed, brows drawing together, when they met Hitoshi’s, and then how they dulled as they slid past him to Kyou’s bed, his entire face blankening as he slowly faced forward again, and looked up at his self-proclaimed nemesis.

But the voice that spoke was quiet and heavy, like that of someone who hadn’t slept in years, and if Hitoshi hadn’t watched Shigaraki’s mouth move, he would’ve thought it belonged to someone else.

“All Might.”

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umhuhwellthen · 6 months

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One of Chizu's peers:

Norie

CLICK FOR BETTER QUALITY holy shit

She's a Prussian cat and Miss Mommy issues herself (joking) (im sorry)(all of the neko ninja need therapy but Norie especially)

Putting my ramblings under readmore, I don't usually go for angst, i like hurt/comfort tho and shitty parents getting what they deserve and was/is in the bnha and dp phandoms so sibling relations and family dynamics analysis are always fun

Norie makes me insane fr fr. She has different outcomes for what her fate can be. If Lady Fuwa is defeated and exiled away from the city, she could follow her. Because she is nothing but loyal to her. And she knows that may not be the best decision, but damnit that's her mom okay? And she wasn't very good but couldn't she have been? She liked them well enough (when they acted like she wanted), couldn't that grow into genuine family love? And maybe, yes, maybe Norie can get Lady Fuwa on the road to redemption. For this one ninja(daughter) that stayed by her side through all of her faults. Or maybe she doesn't. Maybe she continues to be callous and cruel even though Norie has abandoned everything she has ever known for her. And Norie accepts what the other ninja have been saying to her, and gives up on Fuwa. Leaves. She can't go back to Neo Edo. The other Neko Ninja do not trust her or see her as family for choosing Fuwa. Nor would she want to, with all the memories there. She sets out on her own path. Alone, but free. Or if Lady Fuwa gets exiled but Norie is kept from following her or Lady Fuwa gets straight up killed (either by Chizu or another Neko Ninja). Then she just has to live. Live without the one person she cared about(that didn't care about her, never did) and judged all her selfworth by. Where is she supposed to go from there? With living with comrades that were wary and distrusting (with sisters worried and hurt and trying to help themselves and her from healing from all Fuwa put them through). With Chizu (the favorite, the sister she could never match up against. Who she betrayed without a second thought and who came back for her. She hated her. She admired her).

Good lead into design details of Mitsuki, Hinata and Norie. Notice they're all wearing face masks. All Neko Ninja must wear the masks, from the youngest trainees to the senior members. Unless their mission requires them not to(Chizu). That's a hard habit to break. They also still wear parts of the Neko Ninja uniform. The orphan kittens too. And some of it is just practicality, why throw away well made goods?(Remember when Chizu picked up the kunai lol) They've repainted some of the armor pieces for personalization, to reclaim them. But some of it is to represent how they're still under Fuwa's hold, the shadow they fall under. This is most explicit in Norie, her outfit is literally just the Neko Ninja uniform but without the hood and chest plate, and an alternate style top. The inclusion of the uniform is to show that they're healing from their experiences. But those experiences still haunt them. And it will take time to heal. Some more than others. But they've all taken steps in the right direction.

Also hair too, under Lady Fuwa they'd keep short, low maintenance styles or not grow it out at all, but after Fuwa's final defeat they'd start growing it out. Hence why I draw most of them with hair, it's growth(and to differentiate them more). Itsumi keeps it short out of choice now, but maaaaaaybe she'll grow out a tuft of bangs (maybe just like a certain samurai and ninja, hm?), but Norie is keeping it short out of habit, she's still not comfortable with expressing herself (let alone who she really is and what she really wants), hasn't picked out any personal clothes like the others. Hard to develop opinions on clothes when all your outfits have been decided for you years in advance.

#samurai rabbit: the usagi chronicles #samurai rabbit the usagi chronicles #samurai rabbit #the usagi chronicles #sr:tuc #srtuc #srtuc neko ninja #srtuc neko ninja crew #neko ninja #neko ninja crew #srtuc norie #i was looking ata ref of Fuwa and she has lipstick?????#ok listen i like good parent(s)/mentor inko/allmight/aizawa/fentons/batfam etc #but as a daddy issues haver theres fun carthasis in fics that tackle bad/trying parent(s)/mentor/found family #also to explain my ramblings and why ive fixated on the neko ninja so much #theres just #So Much potential with them #i have an angst thing planned for Chizu and her relationship with them #it starts with an apology #srtuc fuwa #srtuc lady fuwa #lady fuwa #<<<the removal of the title lady is very important actually #OOOO just remembered my thoughts on the timeline where fuwa gets killed #like chizu really going thru it rn BUT if it was a neko ninja that wasnt chizu?#oh Oh OHOHO #cant quite put it into words but Fuwa is expecting maybe mercy maybe death from chizu(definitely death from kaiyo and that gremlin fox) but #then one of the people she thought to be loyal to her? that she never thought she needed to worry about stabbing her in the back??? and #what about the ninja that did it? hows she holding up? because that was the woman(monster) that raised her and shes dead now #mybart

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atelier-dayz · 8 months

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[Modern AU 1.0]

They stop him once on his way home. They don't like the look of him, say he must be Wei, so they arrest him.

They make him sit in the room for hours, hands cuffed together. He knows what they want to hear from him and says nothing.

He waits.

He comes home to a dark, cold apartment and knows, long before the runner comes.

Lao likes to go riding after work. But he always came back before him--to be there to welcome him home, his husband insists.

His husband has been detained, and he--and Wei--can't do a thing.

He waits.

#maivik lao #ata zhang #atalao #my ocs #my fic

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aparticularbandit · 4 months

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meanwhile i will continue to have agnes's nickname be nessie and will continue to have agatha's nickname be ata and that's just how i will write them.

because if you shorten the ag then you get similar things for both of them and like.

they're ata and nessie.

#musings #bandit writes fic #this! is not meant! as a slam! on anyone else! who does differently!#please! do not read it! that way!#but they're ata and nessie for me #sorry not sorry

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meirimerens · 2 years

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spare fic stuff

#pathologic #pathologic 2 #artemy burakh #daniil dankovsky #peter stamatin #andrey stamatin #Yes p1 & p2 designs mix. Yes #my art #well. doodles.#ATA fic

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ediyoonoh · 1 year

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Henry 6th

GreenSchool!NaJaemin x GreenSchoolfem!reader; 1.4k words, taglish fic

WARNING: this short fic contains smut (pwp, oral sex, and protected sex) and the use of foul language!

GENRE: smut

SUMMARY: what happens when you decided to stay at your campus library?

A/N: omg this is my first ever work 🥹. This fic may contain typo and grammatical errors. Anw, I hope you enjoy reading and lemme know your thoughts! 🫶

MINORS DNI!!!

DISCLAIMER: all names, characters, and settings in this work are fictious. Any resemblance are entirely coincidental.

MASTERLIST

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Ilang oras ka ng walang tulog.

Buong gabi ka nag-aral para sa Accounting exam mo at ‘di ka pa nakakabawi ng tulog dahil katatapos lang din ng 3-hour lecture mo.

“Finally, natapos din ang accounting exam at lecture natin” bulong sayo ng best friend mo habang nag-uunat ng buto. “Oo nga eh, pero honestly I think bagsak pa rin ako sa quiz na ‘to” halata ang lungkot sa boses mo habang inaayos ang gamit para umalis na ng classroom. “Hayaan mo na bestie, bawi na lng tayo sa susunod”.

Totoo naman kasi, sobrang demanding ng Accountancy program sa school na pinasukan mo. Fast paced kasi ang curriculum dito at may retention grade pa. Favorite lang ata ni Lord ang makakapasa sa gantong systema ng Green School eh!

“Okay lang ba na mauna na ako umuwi sa’yo? Gusto ko ng bumawi ng tulog eh” tanong ng kaibigan mo habang naglalakad kayo palabas ng Yuchengco building. “Sure no worries sis! I’ll just go to Henry to finish some minor requirements and maybe take some sleep“ sabi mo before walking away to kill some time before your next class.

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Nandito ka ngayon sa 6th floor ng Henry Sy Sr. Building also known as The Learning Commons upang tapusin ang iyong requirements ng magulat ka ng may kumausap sa’yo.

“Hi excuse me, is this seat taken?” the stranger asked you in which you shook your head as a response. “Oh if ganon, is it okay if I share a table with you? There are no vacant tables left kasi” he explained to you.

Napaisip ka naman kung bakit hindi na lang siya umakyat sa upper floors pero pagtingin mo sa kaniya, ay puta ang pogi pala ng kausap mo! “Uh….yeah sure” sabi mo ng may halong hiya at kilig.

It is around 30 minutes after your interaction that you finished your requirements and decided to take a nap kasi may oras ka pa naman before your next class.

Tangina, ‘di ako makatulog ng maayos dito ah. Hindi rin naman maiwasan tingnan ka ng lalaki dahil sa sobrang likot mo ‘til he noticed that you’re uncomfortable with your position .

“Can’t sleep?” he initiated. “Yeah, I can’t seem to find a comfortable position in this chair” you chuckled with an irritated tone.

“You can sleep in my condo if you want” napabangon ka naman sa sinabi niya at hindi napigilan ang paglaki ng mata mo. Gago, please tell me what I’m thinking is wrong. “Are you out of your mind? We just met and you’re offering your condo to me?”

“Well it looks like you really need some sleep and if you don’t trust me because we don’t know each other then let me tell a few things about myself. I’m Jaemin, ID 120 taking Hum-Bio. There, now, what about yours?” Jaemin answered with a small smile in his face.

Shit, ang cute niya ngumiti. “uh… I’m y/n ID 121 taking Accountancy” returning his smile.

“Nice to meet you y/n! So… what do you say?”

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Ang usapan makiktulog ka sa condo niya pero bakit nakikipag-laplapan ka na kay Jaemin?

“Fuck, Jaemin” you moaned while straddling him. Sabi na nga ba eh tama yung iniisip ko kanina. “You have big tits, y/n” he groaned while groping your breasts. ‘Di mo rin namalayan na that you’re grinding him sa sobrang sarap nang maramdaman mo ang kaniyang ari sa puke mo. Oh I bet riding him is such a dream.

“M-may condom ka ba Jaem?” tanong mo habang hinihingal pa sa momol session niyo. “Yeah I do, but are you sure you want this?” he asked as he carressed your face. Malamang sino ba naman ako para ‘di magpatira sa poging lalaki na’to diba?

“Please fuck me Jaemin” you begged.

Napatili ka nang binuhat ka ng binata at inihiga ka sa kama niya. “I suppose you deserve to be fucked, baby. Someone to fuck your stress away, hm?” Accounting major pa nga. If you are not wet a while ago, then you are definitely wet right now. Unti-unti na ring tinatanggal ng lalaki ang mga damit niyo ng naging dahilan ng pag-tigas ng nipples mo sa lamig ng kwarto. “Please… Jaem”

“Please what baby?” he teases you. “Touch me please … touch me anywhere” mahina mong sagot sa kaniya. Ilang buwan ka na ring hindi nadiligan kaya talagang touched deprived ka na. Sinunod naman ni Jaemin ang sinabi kaya ‘di mo napigilan ang umungol ng malakas ng maramdaman mong pinasok ng nakakatanda ang dalawang daliri niya sa pussy mo. “Tangina ang sikip mo, paano na lang kaya pag tite ko na ipapasok ko sa’yo?”.

You were all over the place. Patuloy na ang mga ungol at pagtulo ng luha mula sa mata mo sa sobrang sarap. Maya-maya nararamdaman mo ng lalabasan ka na kaya napahigpit na ang hawak mo sa braso ng lalaki. “Jaem I’m gonna c-cum” which caused him to finger you faster.

“Fuck!” mura mo habang linalabasan ka. “That’s it baby, that’s it” he scattered kisses to your face. While recovering from your orgasm, you felt a weight shift on the bed and saw Jaemin holding a condom wrapper in his hand. “Ano baby kaya pa?” he jerked himself off before wearing the condom. Lord, maraming salamat po sa blessing na ‘to.

Pareho kayong napa-ungol sa sarap. “Fuck, why are you still so tight? I fingered you na ah” he moved carefully inside you. Shit, di pa niya napapasok lahat pero you feel so full already. “Jaem fuck wait, you’re so big” mangiyak-iyak mong sabi sa kaniya.

“Just tell me baby when to move” he patiently waited for you to be comfortable pero bakas na sa mukha niya ang sarap. “You can move now, Jaem” he slowly moved at first still helping you to adjust to his size. He also started rubbing circles on your hips to ease the pain. Nako Jaem, ‘wag mong gagawin ‘yan kikiligin ako.

Hinahalikan na rin ng lalaki ang leeg mo habang bumubulong sa tenga mo ng, “That’s it baby, that’s it”. “Fuck Jaem, ang sarap…bilisan mo pa” you whimpered, kaya naman he thrusted faster into you that caused you to moan at his name loudly, not caring about the neigbors. “Yeah baby, you like that? You like getting fucked like this?”

Ang galing niya mag dirty talk putangina, at dahil diyan you can already feel another climax creeping in. “Puta, mas sumisikip ka pa lalo. Lalabasan ka na ba uli, baby?” tumango ka sa kaniyang tanong at muli ka na namang nagulat when he manhandled you into all fours. Now he’s fucking you with hard and even faster pace, “’Wag mo ng pigilan, y/n. Cum for me”. utos niya sayo.

Putangina ang sarap. You felt your second orgasm washing all over your body, and you can tell this has been the best orgasm you ever experienced. “f-fuck Jaem I’m getting sensitive” ‘di na naririnig ng binata ang mahina mong bulong at ipinipagpatuloy ang pag-kantot sa’yo hanggang sa labasan na rin siya sa condom.

»»————-　♡　————-««

“Here a glass of water for you” Jaemin offered you while helping you sit comfortably on the bed. Damn, he also knows how to do aftercare? “Was I too rough, y/n?” kitang-kita sa leeg mo ang mga hickeys at namumuong pasa sa balakang mo. “No Jaem, you’re not. In fact you’re perfect, exactly what I need”.

Tahimik na sinuot mo ang mga damit mo at nakigamit ka na rin ng banyo para mag-hilamos ng mukha. Paglabas, nagulat ka naman kung bakit naka-hoodie at may suot na slides ang lalaki. “Ihahatid na kita palabas, y/n”. Napatingin ka sa relos mo at guess what? Late ka na sa next class mo!

“Stop making fun of me” naririnig mong tumatawa si Jaemin habang pasakay kayo ng elevator kasi sabi niya mukha ka raw penguin maglakad. Sino kaya may kasalanan kung bakit ganito ako maglakad? “Uh…Jaem? Thank you for this” nahihiya mong sabi sa kaniya pagdating niyo sa lobby. “Anytime babe. You know where to find me if you need to let off some steam again” he winked at you.

Yeah, sa Henry 6th.

[FIN.]

ediyoonoh '23

#nct smut #nct x reader #nct jaemin #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct #nct dream #nct drabbles #ediyoonoh

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Corimir

Full Name: Corimir ‘len Canaale Silvanir Lanaawe ‘ata Anduil Maldur Tirwen ‘cal Lloderion Race: Altmer Age: 36 Gender: Male Birthsign: The Serpent Place of Birth: Shimmerene Current Residence: Ivarstead

Corimir was a Thalmor soldier (rank: Corporal) sent to Skyrim to act as on-the-ground enforcement for the Talos ban. His main duties as an active soldier were to assist his assigned Justiciar in martial confrontations as well as in the capture and detainment of heretics. He was stationed outside of Markarth and saw very little "action" up until he was sent with a small team to take down a nearby gathering of alleged Talos worshipers.

Unfortunately, the gathering was not Talos worshipers, and instead a camp of Stormcloaks, with the now-infamous Dragonborn among them. All except Corimir were slain, and he was taken as a prisoner of war. Though, to the Dragonborn, he was more of a trophy, and a toy to be used.

Corimir was held captive for three months in Windhelm where he was tortured (for information he did not have access to) and used by the Dragonborn whenever he saw fit. His only solace was that these were, by definition, war crimes, and Corimir held out hope that his higher-ups would negotiate for his freedom, or send a rescuer eventually. But none came.

Finally, one day, a guard approached his cell. Though her face was hidden behind the metal helm, she spoke with an Altmeri accent and worked to spring him from the prison. With her help, Corimir finally escaped Windhelm and was able to leave the horrors of his time as a captive behind him... Physically, at least.

[There is a slight.... explanation that needs to happen in regards to Corimir's origin. He's fully my original character, but he's based on a character from another fanfic. The original character was an unnamed Thalmor soldier that was captured and sexually abused by Stormcloak soldiers. I felt compelled to "rescue" the character from the situation, and ended up writing an entire fic about it. The fic picks up at Corimir's rescue and doesn't go into the morbid details about his time as a prisoner, aside from the aftermath that comes with surviving that kind of assault and trauma. You can read the fic on my AO3, though please mind the tags. If you're sensitive to trauma-recovery, descriptions of panic attacks, ptsd, dissociation, or suicidal ideation, you might want to skip this one. It does have a happy ending though!]

"Hollow Men"

Rating: M (graphic depictions of violence, implied/referenced non-con) Categories: Gen, M/M Summary: In which a prisoner of war is rescued, though hardly saved, learning that the path of recovery is not well-trodden but a mess of brambles.

Vague story spoilers below the cut!

Once Corimir is given his freedom, the road to healing is long and frustrating. Even after his body begins to heal from the physical abuse, he realizes that his mind is often still trapped in the past. That, and returning to the safety of Thalmor is not nearly as comforting as he might have thought.

His only solace comes in the form of the upbeat, often irreverent, and incredibly mysterious companion who saved him, Elanwe, as well as the cheery Bosmer who took him in while they passed through Ivarstead, Gwilin. The two of them showed him kindness when he'd long lost the hope that any kindness still existed in the world.

After returning to the Thalmor Embassy, Corimir comes to realize that he's exchanged being a prisoner of war for being a prisoner within his own organization. His higher-ups see him as damaged beyond repair, a liability, but most importantly: they see him as possible propaganda.

Corimir finds himself longing to return to the only place he's felt safe since leaving home: Ivarstead. And, frustratingly, he finds himself unable to stop thinking about the kind Bosmer who shared his home with him.

With the help of Elanwe, Corimir manages to once more escape from his captors and begin a new life for himself, returning to Ivarstead and leaving the Thalmor behind him.

Though he will forever be haunted by the shadows of his past, Corimir slowly learns to trust in others once more, as well as find joy in the simple treasures life has to offer.

#topsy's ocs #corimir #I tried to post this fucking bio like 5 times I swear to god if it doesn't work it's a Thalmor conspiracy to silence me #topsy draws #topsy writes #skyrim oc #skyrim fanfiction #skyrim fanart #altmer oc #gwilin #altmer #bosmer #tw: noncon #tw: trauma #thalmor #thalmor oc

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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hey just wanna ask can you pretty pls post something bout like drabble sneak peak anything related to ata ari and starlet on 9th of july 🥹🥹 this day is my birthday and i cant do anything cause half of my friends in out of country or city and my family has their own issues that cluld be a really beautiful birthday present for me ofc u dont have to but anyways i think u get the topic love you and your stories have a nice day best friend

hi bestie dearest, i'm so sorry you couldn't do anything for your birthday 🥺 please know that I'm celebrating for you all the way over here and sending you so much love and sweetness for your special day. i hope all your wishes come true !!

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark!alpha!fraternity president!Ari Levinson x omega!activist!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | dark, a/b/o dynamics, assault, power imbalance, violence, misogyny (within a/b/o designations), mean!ari, manipulation, size difference, possessive behaviour, blackmail. mentioned/implied (not on reader): assault (brutal mugging), beating, injuries.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | a snippet of A Tough Act: starlet has the lead role in a performance, but at what cost?

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.37K

𝗔/𝗡 | the masterlist isn’t posted yet, but this is from my new series set in HCV (Howard college verse). here is a special drabble for you, birthday anon. consider it also a snippet/spoiler bc this will be in the fic. it's a part I knew I wanted to write as soon as I outlined their story

You try to ignore him, strangled breaths leave your clenched teeth as you apply lipstick, gripping the tube so tightly your knuckles nearly cramp. You’re fuming, shaking with pure rage as the previous night replays in your mind.

You didn’t witness the assault, but you watched the video of it, he made you. It kept you up for hours on end, her choked pleas, the awful snap of her leg, and the aftermath of her bloody and bruised face. A lone tear slips from your eye before you wipe it away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction or ruin the makeup that took an hour.

Your bones go rigid as he inhales.

“How does it feel to be the star of the show?”

The lipstick drops with a clank as you spin around, jabbing a finger in his built chest. “She’s in the hospital because of you.”

“And, you have the lead part because of me.” Ari swiftly replies, blue eyes calmly meeting yours, “When are you going to realize there is no playing nice in your profession. People will step all over you to get what they want, tear you to shreds and spit on your grave. And, you’re worried about some girl?”

The thick false lashes flutter against your cheekbones as you turn away, glaring at the exact replica of your costume just in a different size that fit the other student, the phenomenal actress who rightfully deserved the lead role because of her hard work and dedication.

Unlike you, who got it because of the terrifying news that shook the entire production.

“You could’ve killed her.”

Ari rolls his eyes, easily pushing you back until you’re pressed against the vanity. The yellow lights illuminate your frame like the sun. He fixes your headpiece, pink lips draw into a slow smirk. “Don’t be dramatic, starlet, she’ll recover in a few weeks.”

“And probably never come back because she’s fucking scared to get mugged again!”

His reflexes are fast when he slams your raised fist into the mirror, and makeup clatters to the ground as the vanity trembles. The force could’ve cracked the glass, and that plants two seeds into your stomach, one of alarm and one of fury.

He scowls, his eyebrows low as a dark shadow takes over his eyes. “Her fear is not my problem, and it isn’t yours either. She didn’t care about you when she stole your part—”

“She didn’t steal it.”

“Well, she didn’t deserve it any more than you did.” He slides his fingers between yours, entwining your hands. “You were so upset when you didn’t get it, did you think I’d just let her do that to you? Fuck up all your chances to make something of your life?”

Because fucking up your life was his pleasure, and no one else could take that from him.

Perhaps you should be used to his behaviour by now, but this was far worse than the teasing, unconsented touching and borderline stalking because that was all inflicted onto you. This time he purposefully hurt someone else and traumatized them for the rest of their life. Heavy guilt sinks deep, reminding you that you brought yet another person into your stupid mess with the Arcadia president.

“She almost lost sight in her right eye.” You spit, “If you think my career is going to be built on the suffering of an innocent girl—you’re sadly mistaken.”

“Fine then.” He breathes, he drops your hand, stepping back and crossing his arms, his biceps almost tearing the seams of his shirt. “Don’t go on stage, don’t perform the part you’ve thrived for.” His tone lowers to a growl, “See how far you’ll get by being nice.”

Your nails dent the surface of the vanity, red hot wrath burns bright within your chest. You despise him with every cell of your body.

Ari gestures to the wide-open door, cocking his head tauntingly. “Fucking go if you aren’t grateful for my help.”

You grit your teeth and shoulder past him. When you’re one step away from the doorway, he speaks again.

“I’m sure the Dean and the police would be curious as to why you never came forward about her assault. After all, you know exactly who did it,” He tuts, “You saw what they did, and you know why.”

Your feet freeze as a deep thumping fills your head, pounding against your skull and shaking the rest of your body. The dressing room exit is within reach, one more step and you’ll be away from him, and hopefully, never get his cruel help again—but that was wishful thinking.

“They’d wonder why the great omega rights activist withheld information about the brutal mugging of another helpless, young omega.” Ari appears by your side, his heady scent filling your senses as a sickness takes over, “You’d probably lose your scholarship and all credibility. Think you’ll survive with that on your record?”

You meet his eyes, neck stiff as you read his expression. One quirked brow with squinted eyes, plump lips in a relaxed smile.

“They’ll never believe you.”

“Won’t they? It’s my word against yours. And you may be a star performer, but you’ll never have what I have—superiority. Your reputation is standing on thin glass, and something like this could shatter everything you have. And those dreams of yours—are just going to be fantasies you’ll never reach. Are you ready for that to happen?”

When you don’t reply, he steps behind you, his firm chest pressing against your back. “The door is right there,” He whispers into the side of your face, lips ghosting your skin, “along with a false sense of independence, and a future you can kiss goodbye.”

The next few seconds feel like hours when your feet refuse to move, trapping you and your dreadful realization that he’s right. No matter how hard you tried, fought and screamed, you’d never be like him or any alpha.

He hums pridefully, drinking in your corset-style dress that enhanced your figure, “That’s my girl. I expect a thank you tonight, baby.”

Your name is called before one of the crew members pokes in, looking startled at the sight of the big alpha crowding your space. He stutters for a moment, wide brown eyes meeting yours, “Uh, curtains in fifteen. Mrs. Aiko wants to speak to you beforehand though.”

And just like that, you can move again. As if the presence of someone else snapped you out of whatever rotten trance Ari put you under. “Thanks, I’ll be right there.”

The young man leaves with a forced smile and the air feels lighter. You tilt up your chin and step forward, but Ari grabs your arm and digs his fingers into your flesh when you try to shove him off. “I could’ve lost my presidency because of that whore. Don’t disappoint me out there. I’m expecting a standing ovation.” He loosens his hold, settling for bringing your knuckles to his lips, he presses a chaste kiss, lingering for a few moments too long. “Break a leg—”

You scoff at his sick humour.

“—or don’t, I have no clue what they’d do if both their best performers were in casts lying in the hospital.” He laughs and goes to the door, placing a single red rose on the table, “We’ll be in the back row.”

He perks up at your shock, “Oh, you thought I’d come alone?” He teases, running a hand through his shoulder-length brown hair, “No, the boys love theatre, plus, they want to know if their blood-stained clothes are worth it. Steve was really upset he dirtied that Kappa hoodie from legacy.”

You can almost hear the vile sounds of fists and feet slamming into the poor omega’s body and her broken sobs.

Ari disappears around the corner before returning with a canvas tote bag, he sets it on the floor and you can see the familiar red and gold crescent and a few of the stitched letters on the back ‘LEVI—’

“That’s for after the show, and if you do good, we’ll celebrate back at the house and you’ll get much more than just a sweater from me.” He winks, “Best of luck, starlet. Make me proud.”

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Rose Quartz Dawn Chapter 08

Rose Quartz Dawn Chapter 08 - Shins and Sensibility Chapter Rating: SFW Summary: After their shower, Kyouyuu and Tenko don't stay clean for very long. Meanwhile, we catch up with Shins on his visit to the hospital, lending his support to the victims of the attack on the forest training camp. And after a long, heavy day, he arrives home to more shenanigans... Read the full Chapter 08 on ao3! Comments appreciated!

• ° ┈.·:·.┈┈ ° • + • ° ┈┈.·:·.┈ ° •

Kyouyuu had never felt this sensation before.

It was agony of the sweetest kind. Flooding her with adrenaline, and tucking her to bed. Gut punching her with feathery kisses. Pushing her over the edge of an incredible height, and holding her hand while she fell.

Potent, exhilarating energy had traversed their skin when she’d kissed his scars.

⌜ • ° • ... kneels ... • ° • ⌟

Ataeyuuko’s message was soft at first — a whisper on a warm breeze, a lone candle in the darkness — so soft that Kyouyuu could barely register it.

⌜ • ° • world ... in awe • ° • ⌟

She let the cryptic humming play in the background, much preferring to revel in Tenko — the way he dropped his chin to her head as he held her close, the bliss and annoyance that still toiled pleasurably within him, the possessive way his thoughts dwelled on her.

But in their relative silence, Ataeyuko’s message grew louder and louder –

⌜ • ° • the world ... kneels ... in awe • ° • ⌟

– thrumming in tandem with every beat of her heart.

And still, not a word was spoken.

Tenko’s mouth was far too busy for any intelligible language to pass his lips, but — even aside from the way his delicious revenge was quickly devolving her into a haggard, whimpering mess astride him — Kyouyuu had found herself simply incapable of speech.

Any word felt too insignificant yet simultaneously too intense. Each time Ataeyuko’s refrain rang through her, she was intensely reminded that she should say something, and yet their hands and eyes and gentle sounds were all the language they seemed to need.

Comfortable discomfort.

The duality swelled within her, pushing outward against her skin, until her limbs ached from the effort of containing it, humming with pride.

She was a supernova.

Light embodied, dark incarnate.

Terrible and beautiful.

An incredible deadly force.

She could stand up to anything right now.

Anyone.

Unquantifiable time passed as they waded leisurely in Elysium's shoals, and even after the tide had gone out, that godlike vitality remained, chorusing through Kyouyuu's veins like valkyrie song, punctuated here and there by Tenko's musings.

⌜ • mine • ⌟

⌞ • protect • ⌝

She smiled serenely, burrowing further into his warmth with a happy hum.

⌜ • protect • ⌟

⌞ • betrayal • ⌝

⌜ • Sensei • ⌟

⌞ • hiding • ⌝

⌜ �� won't lose • ⌟

⌞ • mine • ⌝

"I'm not gonna lie," chuckling, she finally broke their reciprocal silence, "I love hearing you go all yandere over me," and gently dug her nails into his chest, "but keep that piece of shit out of my bed."

Tenko grabbed her fingers, "Still ordering me around, huh..." bringing them to his lips and kissing them, "Maybe you need me to eat you stupid again?"

"Hmm... I'd rather you fuck me stupid," unable to pull her fingers loose, she shifted her leg, nudging it into the crux of his legs, "but..."

He flinched reflexively — it’d been too long for him to actually still be that sensitive, but he’d reacted just as she predicted — and she cackled mirthlessly, then shrieked, writhing and wriggling fruitlessly as Tenko calmly wrestled her.

His lithe strength overpowered her quickly, and she lay breathless between giggles, Tenko’s body stretched along her side, caging her legs together with his own and pinning both her wrists above her head within one broad hand.

“So," he smirked, dragging a free finger tantalizingly over her abdomen, "you were listening?”

“Naturally.”

⌜ • enthralled • ⌟

"Mmm..." he pouted — despite the grin stretching across his face — and rolled further into her, "It's not fair,” letting those brilliant red sapphires slip closed as he buried his face in her neck.

Expertly controlled fingertips dragged feather light up, up, up, “You can read my mind,” and maddeningly slowly down, down, down, “but I can’t read yours,” as goosebumps erupted, her skin desperate for more touch, from thigh to forearm.

Gods, he was distracting...

Kyouyuu swallowed, trying to focus on her response as he began steadily peppering her with soft, scratchy kisses.

"I can't just –" she breathed between caresses, "read your mind –" ignoring how Tenko nodded, nuzzling a cheek against hers in contradiction, "it's not... that simple. There's... work involved. It takes some... translation... and inference."

"Mmhmm," Tenko hummed.

She suspected he was no longer listening, but she didn't really care –

⌜ • ° • the world moves... • ° • ⌟

Give it a rest, Ataeyuko...

– and strained against his grip on her wrists in an attempt to thread her fingers through his hair. Surprisingly, Tenko relented, releasing her hands and pulling her onto her side, facing him, as she draped her arms around his head and kissed his crown.

“All that effort...” he was making her brain go fuzzy again –

⌜ • ° • it kneels ... in awe • ° • ⌟

Shh...

– kissing along her collarbone now, “all for me... Wanna get inside your head, Goddess."

"Hah,” her back arched as his lips murmured up the column of her throat, “Inside my body's not enough?"

“Nuh-uh. Wanna know... why.”

⌜ • curious • ⌟

She giggled, dragging a nail of one hand down his spine and directing his chin upward with another, “Why what, Tenko?” kissing him through her smile.

For a moment, there was silence again except for their soft sounds –

⌜ • ° • ... moves for ... • ° • ⌟

– and then he pulled back, crimson gemstones glinting into hers, and answered.

“Why you’re doing this for me.”

⌜ • doubt • ⌟

Kyouyuu blinked, still grinning.

“What?”

But he just continued to stare at her, irises flitting back and forth between each of her own like a bloody tennis match.

He wanted to know... why was she keeping him around?

⌜ • ° • ... kneels before ... • ° • ⌟

If she was honest with herself, he’d been a fixation. That first, and even their second, meeting merely an encounter to ponder forever, never unearthing the full story.

Except that he’d appeared — materializing on her doorstep as if she’d manifested him from her lingering thoughts — with his heavy soul calling like sirens across his skin, with his intoxicatingly euphoric touch.

And then things had progressed more intensely than she could have ever imagined — his identity, Jiji discovering them, the attack on the students — and quicker than she could really process it, she’d become part of his narrative.

In each moment, she’d acted on impulse, pure gut feeling driving her decisions.

So, logically, why...

Why was she doing this?

⌜ • ° • ... before it in awe • ° • ⌟

The fuck are you saying, Ataeyuko?!

⌜ • ° • if you need to ask, you’ll never know • ° • ⌟

Ugh! Shut up, you cryptic bitch...

She sighed, frustrated.

“See?” Tenko whispered, pressing his forehead against hers as if trying to force a psychic connection, “That’s not fair. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

Kyouyuu ignored Ataeyuko, attempting to gather her thoughts.

“I’m... not doing it for you,” she gambled, “It’s more like, I’m doing it with you.”

Tenko pulled back to look at her.

⌜ • hope • ⌟

“I mean, I’m in it... Really I’ve had every opportunity to back out, but I just continue to get more in it.”

She stared at her hands, “And yeah, it’s messy and dangerous and objectively stupid of someone so unpowered to pit herself in the midst of these terrible forces,” twisting and pulling her fingers one by one, “but... against all rational sense...”

A light chuckle loosed from her chest as she shook her head, blushing, “I don’t hate it...” and forced herself to look at him, “not even a little.”

His eyes swallowed her whole.

⌜ • warmth • ⌟

And that smile was back. That same one he’d worn right before it’d all gotten so complicated — before she’d found that severed hand in his sweatshirt — when she’d asked him to stay.

So innocent and full of life — so happy.

This time... she’d make sure he kept it.

Tenko’s arms wrapped further around her waist, clutching to her like a drowning man to a life preserver, and let his forehead nuzzle against hers again as he cooed.

“That was an amazing confession.”

- えっ？？ -

Ataeyuko giggled as Kyouyuu felt her skin begin to burn.

“Confess- Wh-what?! I- I didn’t say –”

⌜ • elation • ⌟

“Yes, huh,” he argued, “You always speak this way. ‘I’m no hero;’ ‘I’ll keep him anyway;’ ‘I wanna de-groom you,’ ” practically giggling and squeezing her almost painfully, “You deflect to cover up what you really mean!”

“I- no, I-” desperately trying and coming up empty to refute him after he’d used her own words as evidence, she instead tried to squirm away from him, “You got all that from ‘I don’t hate it,’ huh?”

⌜ • triumph • ⌟

“Oh ho!” he scoffed gleefully as she failed to escape him, “You can’t even deny it,” cackling and trilling, “You fucking love me!”

- きゃあ～～～ -

She wriggled her palms and knees between them and pushed, forcing him to release her and scuttling away, wrapping arms tightly around her knees to hide her face that mirrored the shimmering rouge of his eyes.

“That is not what I said.”

“It’s okay,” he cooed with a mile-wide grin, leisurely tugging at an ankle to draw her back toward him, “You can say it when you’re ready...”

⌜ • ° • purrrrr • ° • ⌟

And when Kyouyuu groaned — irritated with his and Ataeyuko’s teasing, kicking his hand away and tucking her legs farther beneath her — he giggled once more, hanging his head and sighing.

He scooted himself to where she sat glaring at him like a salty cat, wrapping all of his limbs around her and kissing her blazing cheek.

“Thanks for letting me in your head.”

“Glad you enjoyed it,” she spat, “‘cause it’s never happening again.”

But he just hummed, unfazed, kissing her cheek, her jaw, her temple.

⌜ • content • ⌟

What the hell had just happened?

All she’d really said was that she’d stuck with him regardless of all sense and reason — she hadn’t said that she –

⌜ • ° • The world moves for love • ° • ⌟

Really, she hadn’t...

⌜ • ° • It kneels before it in awe • ° • ⌟

But... I don’t even know what love is...

⌜ • ° • if you need to ask, you’ll never know • ° • ⌟

Those glittering, elusive swooping sensations in her stomach. Her need to relieve him of his suffering, to replace it with pleasure and joy. The gnawing desperation to protect him. That painfully delicious, supernova energy.

⌜ • ° • if you know, you need only ask • ° • ⌟

This... is love?

⌜ • ° • I’ve been trying to tell ya • ° • ⌟

Passing over the fact that her personified Quirk had been whispering thinly veiled nonsense for the last several hours, Kyouyuu felt as if she had as many questions as answers.

How did he know before I did?

Ataeyuko giggled.

⌜ • ° • listen • ° • ⌟

For a moment, she thought her imaginary friend was being cryptic again, but then she tuned back in to Tenko.

⌜ • pride • ⌟

⌞ • Sensei • ⌝

⌜ • better • ⌟

⌞ • happy • ⌝

⌜ • won't lose • ⌟

⌞ • mine • ⌝

Ataeyuko was purring again but Kyouyuu ignored her, wanting to experience this as much as possible without commentary.

At his feeling of happiness, she thought she might melt. It didn’t matter what her feelings were for him, whether it was 'love' or some warped thrill ride.

For the first time since she’d met him, he felt happy.

And she would let no one take that away from him.

Her hands unclenched, sliding them from around her knees and curling them against her chest, leaning into him, her voice no more than a whisper.

“I’m not willing to let him have you, Tenko.”

His breath hitched, excited surprise radiating through him as he nuzzled into her closer, his lips murmuring against hair, “I know.”

“That’s why,” she paused, gently rearranging herself so she was seated facing him, his limbs still enveloping her, “I want to continue where we left off.”

⌜ • want • ⌟

Tenko smirked, raising a brow and leaning forward, “Say less, Goddess,” cradling her face in both hands as he swallowed her soft chuckle.

His lips were as rough as ever as they moved gently against her own, and Kyouyuu responded in kind, humming contentedly despite being interrupted, tasting herself on his tongue as it slid languidly against hers, fervid with lazy need.

Before he could pull her atop him — her breath was already shallowing, brain hazing with lust — she pulled away, intent.

“I meant where we left off before Jiji showed up,” she clarified, rolling her eyes though smiling, “when I was uncovering your memories.”

Tenko huffed, slumping back and caressing her arms, “Why?”

“There’s something I still don’t understand about how you wound up with him. You looked so... optimistic. How does a cheery little kid end up –”

“Like me?” he snorted, "You were the one going on and on about how I was taught to be like this.”

“No, I mean...” she bit her lip, wanting to tread carefully, “It was no insignificant thing that happened to you... and I’m sure that monster didn’t hesitate to use that to mold you as he wanted, but...”

Her mind lingered on that hand.

“I can’t really explain it, but it feels like there’s something more. Like it wasn’t the only thing he used...”

⌜ • hesitation • ⌟

“When Jiji started banging on the door, it seemed like we were stumbling into some dark memory. I can’t help thinking it’s important somehow.”

“But, those memories were the ones I’d lost. From before Sensei... How would he have been able to use something like that?”

“Well... exactly.”

His hands had stopped their soft tracing up and down her arms, a slight frown tilting his mouth.

⌜ • trepidation • ⌟

Kyouyuu took his hands, folding them dotingly within hers. She caressed his skin, listening to his wariness, how he lingered on that oppressive unseen force — and the creeping, childlike fear it had triggered.

She threaded their fingers together, “Tenko,” and warmth pulsed through him in response to his name, “I won’t push you if you really don’t want to. But, you know I’ll be right here if you do.”

He gazed at her, sunlit rubies glinting in his gaunt face, and then –

⌜ • protect • ⌟

⌞ • promise • ⌝

⌜ • won't lose • ⌟

– he nodded, before a smirk tore across his somber features.

“So uh...” he leaned forward, “remind me how this works,” rising onto his knees and forcing her back against the bed, “You need me to ‘make you lost in me,’” hovering above her on all fours and beginning to kiss down her neck, “right?”

“Nymm...” she mewled, tracing her fingers up his chest, over his shoulders and down his back, pulling him closer, “That’s what’s worked so far...” gasping lightly as he nipped at her collar bone, “But I don’t know if I’ll actually be able to do this.”

“Baka,” he deadpanned, poking her affectionately in the forehead before continuing to nip and lick down her torso, “You’ve already done it."

"Okay yeah, but I wasn't really trying,” she giggled, delivering a flick to his own forehead, “I just sort of... followed your lead. I’ve only ever consciously sought information from objects.”

Tenko hummed, peppering kisses along her inner thigh now, making it maddeningly difficult to think.

“In... hah... In theory, the process should be the same but... nmm... I've never intentionally 'negotiated' with someone before."

"Hm,” he paused, head cocked thoughtfully, and she pouted, her nails scrabbling at his shoulders in vain as he sat back on his heels, “But, you did that, too. When... with Father. You made me let you go."

What?

They hadn’t really discussed what had happened that night.

About who he was and why he was, yes, but not about what he had done to her.

Honestly, Kyouyuu hadn’t wanted to.

It had terrified her, that hand — it still did. But when he’d put it on — when she’d watched him physically transform from the quietly tumultuous punk into that cold, hollowed shell — all she could think about was removing it.

The hand was a curse, she’d thought, over and over while she struggled beneath his grip, and if he would just let her go, if she could just free him from it, then he’d come back to her.

"I was trying to make you be quiet,” he continued amidst her wide-eyed silence, not meeting her gaze as he attempted to explain, “I yelled it in my head so your Quirk would pick it up, but then you, I dunno, shocked me or something. I couldn't hold on to you."

She remembered.

How she’d felt his voice — “SHUT UP” — permeate her skull and reverberate through her entire body. And how his hands had abruptly leapt from her skin, and he’d nearly tumbled backward from where he had her pinned to the bed.

"But I felt like I couldn't speak..."

Her throat had seared with effort, trying desperately to scream her indignation at him, but a strangled whisper was all she could manage.

Had she negotiated without realizing it?

Tenko leaned back down, fisting his hands so he didn’t destroy the bed as he crawled over top of her.

“I’ll never treat you like that again, Goddess...”

His whisper, warm and sweet, tickled her skin.

“Whatever you want,” he brought a hand to her waist, “consider it yours,” smoothing her gooseflesh with a steady palm. “Negotiate away.” Diligent fingers traced up her arm, gently guiding one then the other beside her head and letting his weight settle over her, his lips ghosting over hers as he whispered, “I trust you.”

⌜ • devotion • ⌟

It was her turn for her breath to hitch.

⌜ • ° • The world moves for love • ° • ⌟

She looked at him a moment longer –

“Okay.”

– before threading her fingers through his and stepping across the threshold into his memory.

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