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neverchecking · 9 months

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I come to you with not just a request but a challenge koridai x reader nsfw with a side of breeding kink please, I dare you.

(Honestly just do what you can I want to see if someone can make nsfw with koridai, like in general and I believe in your skills) (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

nhhh you guys understand that I can't back down from a challenge , >:( /J

Smut so MDNI! 18+

Everyone go thank @angry-trashcan for making this 10x more painful. Enjoy :D

Smut CW: Breeding Kink, Ko*idai, I kept it G/N but there is talk of trapping reader with a baby. I never confirm if it is possible with Ko*idai's partner though.

"Golly."

There weren't enough words in the Hyrulean language to describe the pure, unfiltered bliss he was feeling. From the buzz deep down in his toes to the mindless feeling of mindless lust clouding any and all rational thought in his soupy brain right now.

All he knew was that you were such a sight to behold. The sheen of your skin as sweat dripped down in salty pearls down every curve of your flesh glowed in the limited last, casting your form in a heavenly glow so perfectly suited for you. Anything painting you as the divine deity he knew you to be suited you.

Golden Goddess above, even the shine of your eyes, watching him as you sunk down his shaft only to raise yourself up once more has him shaking in want. His arms were already locked around your back, feeling the heat pulsate off of your flushed skin, as your own hands laid on his shoulders, pushing down with every move you made or letting up to let you sink back down. It was a continuous rhythm you picked up for yourself. Something that kept him yearning for more but placated enough he wouldn't dare disobey your command.

Who was he to do so anyway?

He was nothing more than a servant to your demand. Your glorious decree.

"I really, really need you to stop talking." You panted, raising one of your hands to comb through his bands, pushing them back before using them to pull his head back. Your eyes were half-lidded as you stared down at him, daring him to speak back to your demand. Why would he ever dream of such a thing? "You sometimes ruin the mood."

He understood that his language was a bit more...primitive when considered against the other males traveling in your caravan, but who had you, bouncing on his lap, spreading a fiery trail down his back with your every touch? Not them. Who had the privilege of feeling your lips on his ear, gently sucking on the shell of it before taking it between your teeth?

Him.

"Golly, Y/N," He stuttered, squeezing you closer. "You do feel so good."

You groaned around his ear, hips stuttering for a second before picking up your pace once more. That only had to mean good things, right? You had to have enjoyed his talking more than you let on. That had to be the only reason.

"Makes me wanna give you some babies." He purred, trailing his hands up your sides. You burrowed your face further into his neck, shifting from steady bounces to grinding with him still buried deep inside you. "Would you like that? Me filling you up, making you such a perfect parent?"

His grip around your hips tightened, rocking you back and forth before shifting you to move up and down once again. What a beautiful idea that was. Filling you with his kids. You would make such a pretty house spouse!

He had spent far too long getting his heart broken by undesirable scum he foolishly thought could fill a hole in his heart. Too long listening to them spit out some pathetic excuse of "Their dog just suddenly died" or "I forgot to fold some dishes" only for them to disappear out of his life.

Phewee with that! He had no care for them these days anyway. Not when he had you! Effervescent you. Who he would never let go.

You were never leaving him now. He wouldn't let you! And you wouldn't be able to pull away from him. No. He was far stronger than you with the power glove, so he could easily out-do you physically. Any magic you could think to throw at him, he could easily turn right back around on you! And, while he portrayed a dimmer persona, he could see far beyond any silly plan you could come up with.

Might as well cut it all out before it has the chance to lay roots!

His hands moved your own hips faster, up and down, over and over again, all but dropping you back onto his lap before picking you up once more to repeat the process.

It was such a euphoric feeling, making his gut tighten as your clung onto him for dear life, pushing him to lay back on the bed as his hips took over the movements for him. "Golly- Gee, Y/N!"

Your groan barely resonated in his ears before he was stilling, cock buried as deep as he could go, and holding you in place.

"GOLLY-"

You shouldn't have been surprised when the arms around your back went slack, Koridai quickly falling asleep under you before he could even pull out.

Should've slept with Legend instead.

(Y'all are lucky I left out the "Koridai moans out his own name" bit Bailey and I came up with >:()

#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader #linked universe #yandere legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #link x reader #legend of zelda #loz #I cannot believe im writing a cursed link.#But here I am #thats okay I love a good challenge #koridai x reader #lu koridai #lu koridai x reader #Hope you enjoy :D #This started off as me taking this seriously #and then Bailey and I started talking #And that quickly got scrapped

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sakosai · 1 year

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LUMINARYVIR

— a gender connected to being a prince and the stars. This may mean you are a prince of the stars, a prince who loves stars, etc. Prince version of luminaryess!

Pronoun suggestions:

Stellar/stellars/stellarself

Glim/glimmer/glimmers/glimmerself

Cro/crown/crowns/crownself

Heir/heirs/heirself

Prince/princes/princeself

Gem/gems/gemself

Coined by The Presence!

Requested by : @escargoonenjoyer

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wanderingchocolateeclair · 6 days

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Here, Fantasy AU :)

Their paths will all connect to ultimately the same goal, but first, they have their own little journeys to get through.

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kithtaehyung · 1 year

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racchanel (m) (teaser) | kth

but the thing about vengeance is...

title: racchanel (m) | ⟶ small teaser for tae day 2022! pairing: fashion ceo!taehyung x ex-photographer!reader rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , smut ; fashion au , ? to lovers summary: you were shut out from the industry before. so when an ex-classmate surprises you with another way in, you have no choice but to accept. determined to destroy the one that took everything, you’ll do whatever it takes - even if that means starting over and knowing nothing. warnings: none for teaser except taehyung being.. well, tae. full list will include explicit scenes, angst but are we shocked?, language, revenge, sexual themes, angst, this tae in general tbh, did i mention angst?, warnings will be posted with each chapter. note: so this is the secret wip that i had been holding onto for the entire year!! hope you all enjoy the snippet i have prepared for tae day 2022 because it’s but a taste of what’s to come. definitely one of the pieces i’m super excited to release in 2023! note 2: this teaser drops you in the middle of the first part! teaser word count: 2.3k | est. word count: 100k est. drop date: ongoing series in 2023! 18+ taglist link: HERE

The trek to the front entrance remains uneventful.

Respecting Taehyung’s space, you release your arm from his suit just as the elevator kisses the ground floor. You don’t want anyone starting rumors about you messing around with the CEO before you even launch your career here.

Career.

Quite a bold word for you to throw around already. After all, the contract Taehyung offered is only temporary, not to mention strapped with an early termination clause.

Essentially, you could be dropped at any point without so much as a warning.

And you don’t expect anything less brutal than that.

When you pass reception, you spare the boys from earlier a glance—much against your better judgment.

They promptly avert their gazes. Typical.

A huff leaves you before your eyes focus back on the glass doors.

“What did you do to them,” your ex-classmate questions before the panels slide open.

“They were incredibly rude, Taehyung,” you inform, trailing behind and struggling to keep up with his strides. “I just told them to think about how they represented this company. You never know who’ll be walking through those doors.”

The man abruptly stops in front of you, causing you to physically halt on a tiptoe to save yourself from smacking into his back. Swiftly, you find your balance right as he pins you with… a leer?

“I don’t remember you being this nice,” is all he has to say.

“Ah, well, nice is relative.” You look off into the property gardens, not wanting to face those feline eyes a second longer. “I don’t think your employees would exactly call me a saint.”

A rueful laugh pops out of your chest, and you turn to look Taehyung dead in the eye.

“And besides, we went to art school. When was anyone ever nice without some hidden motive?”

Your former classmate can only blink.

And blink again.

“...We’re all screwed up in the head, aren’t we?”

You offer him a tight smile in agreement before peering off again, taking in the immaculate way everything is laid out in front of Racchanel’s headquarters.

The gardens could be an exhibition of their own.

“Undoubtedly,” you finally respond. “But at least you made something of yourself. Most of us are starving artists, or bartenders at jazz joints.”

The breeze cuts right through your sweats. Quickly slipping on your hood, you wonder if Taehyung really doesn’t care about being seen with you looking like this. His single spritz of cologne probably costs more than everything you’re wearing combined.

You should head out now.

In the distance, you spot a long black limo rolling up to the sidewalk.

“I think that’s you, Mr. CEO.”

Taehyung looks at you a beat longer before turning to see his ride.

When you expect him to leave without a goodbye, you stand there in confusion when he doesn’t budge.

What’s he doing? There’s no way he’s not already late for that appearance.

“Tae—”

Huh? Why’s he looking at you like that?

…What storm do you see brewing on his horizon?

“Come with me.”

“What?”

Immediately, your brows furrow impossibly close as he repeats himself,

“To the press conference. Come with me.”

“I look like a hot pile of garbage—”

“It’s fine—”

“No. No way. Find someone else—”

“I don’t have anyone else.”

You still.

“At least,” he weakly clarifies. “Not right now.”

Before you can wholeheartedly shut him down a final time, you take in his appearance—actually take it all in.

You aren’t in a dimly lit bar, or frantically thinking your contract offer was a mistake, so you’re finally seeing him with a clear head.

And what you see is frankly alarming.

Used to seeing this man radiating confidence on anything from cereal boxes to billboards across the globe, you’re suddenly dialed into the changes in his demeanor. Taehyung’s shoulders droop just enough, the spaces under his lashes hollow just enough.

Why didn’t you see any of this before?

Reddened eyes from the bar on Christmas Eve come back to you, causing your mountain of excuses to crumble.

He’s obviously under a lot of pressure from the recent changes in his life. And while change for you means a temporary six-month modeling contract, change to Taehyung means inheriting a multi-million dollar company—seemingly by himself.

There’s nothing else but a desk. In his entire office.

He may feel… So alone.

You remember that feeling. Loneliness. It’s dark, and cold, and in the end, you have to pull yourself out of its clutches all on your own.

Maybe Taehyung can benefit from an extra set of hands.

“Okay,” you agree, startling him out of a stupor. “I’ll go with you. I can hang in the back, or a hallway, or something.”

A little flame flickers to life in his eyes as he offers a close-lipped smile.

“Thank you,” is all he says in return.

And you don’t make him say anything more than that.

“Shit.”

You stop playing with the leather surface of the space next to you. “What.”

It’s been like this the whole ride. Even though Taehyung begged you to accompany him, as soon as you were both settled in the back of the limousine, he seemed to be regretting the impulsive choice.

As if the multiple times he rakes a hand through his hair aren’t enough of an indication, his chin rubs add on to your own anxiousness.

He’s clearly uncomfortable with something. But what the hell is up?

Now his nerves seem to jump out in the form of another curse instead of clarification. Which annoys the heck out of you.

“Taehyung, what’s wrong?”

The man still doesn’t reply, let alone look your way.

Maybe he’s not answering because the answer is way too obvious.

Arriving at a press conference with some random woman in a bunny hoodie and sweats? Yeah. That would make any self-respecting person in fashion shake in their Chelsea boots.

This was a mistake.

What was he thinking? What were you thinking!

The trip to Racchanel was supposed to be a one and done! Tell Taehyung he made an error in the applications, have him verify it, and make your escape.

But ending up in a limo on the way to a media event? You wouldn’t have been able to write this outcome if you tried.

Sparing another glance at Taehyung, you realize he’s starting to get downright antsy.

So you offer to help. “Hey. If you don’t want to be seen with me, I get it. Tell your driver to pull over before we get there and I can get out—”

“Stop,” Taehyung bites, his expression hard. “Just…” He lowers his head in between his legs, large, ring-studded hands shielding the top of it from the world. His houndstooth coat cascades down his sides, and you want to save him from drowning in those black and white waterfalls.

You didn’t really hang with him in university, but you always remembered him as the guy that didn’t have to try hard to succeed. He was never under any pressure, academically.

Really, the only time you remember seeing him upset was when he went through a breakup one year. Kim Taehyung apparently held a grudge as well as he held a pose.

Reaching out, you lay a hand on his shoulder. After his initial tense, he doesn’t shake you off, so you comfort the model superstar the only way you can think of.

Tiny circles. Comforting, warm, tiny circles.

You don’t know if they will work. But it’s something.

Slowly, Taehyung comes back to life like a plant sprouting from a seed. You retract your arm as he straightens against his seat, watching as he rolls his shoulders and tilts his head to stretch.

From this close, you get to see the skin of his neck.

And wonder how even that part of him is beautiful.

Turning to you, he scoots closer to tug your hood off in a rush.

What—

“Shh,” he hushes, proceeding to fix your head to the best of his ability.

Your eyes roam his face as you stare in shock, wondering why the hell he’s committing to having you here and why he’s styling you himself.

When was the last time someone else even touched your head? This determined yet this tender, at that? You can’t believe this is happening.

Never mind that. You can’t believe you’re here with him at all. His famous fingers sliding through your strands; his perfect eyelashes brushing his cheeks with every solid blink of his eyes.

While he’s trying to salvage the mess that’s your head, his hair’s appropriately slicked with just the right amount of product and flawless styling—

That’s when you realize.

Oh, fuck.

Taehyung’s getting you ready for the onslaught of cameras.

Shit, shit shit.

Being judged by two cowardly receptionists is one thing. But being judged, photographed, and written about by a swath of Kim Taehyung paparazzi?

That’s a thousand times worse.

Barefaced and carrying evidence of the sleepless night you had yesterday, you’re suddenly grossly self-conscious about your entire appearance.

The gap between your statuses, experience, and overall lifestyle suddenly resembles a canyon. One so wide you can’t even see him on the other side.

Taehyung’s right there.

And yet you feel the furthest you’ve ever felt.

There’s no way you belong in his world.

What the fuck are you even doing here?

“Taehyung,” you hiccup, quickly interrupted by the shouts of people outside as the limo approaches the conference building. Rattling erupts and rings from inside your skin, and you stare back at him with equally trembling eyes. “I can’t do this—”

“You can.”

“Please—”

Unfazed, he simply asks,

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

Why did you say that so confidently? Why was that so easy to decide?

Do you really?

“Of course you do,” he sighs before pulling you in for a forehead kiss that catapults your heart into your throat.

But you don’t get to question it before your hood is tugged over your head, dark sunglasses shoved onto your face right as camera flashes and jumbled yells spill into the opened car door.

People. Hands. Phones. Multiple camera snaps and lights and voices bombard your senses, and you’re grateful for the shades over your eyes as you hoist yourself out of the vehicle.

Taehyung exits right after and blazes a trail for you to walk.

“Excuse me, miss—”

“Who is she?”

“Taehyung, who is the mystery girl!”

Through the whirlwind of paparazzi, your thoughts only convene on the cold spot where he kissed you. The freezing wind only makes it more prominent, and you barely even register that you’re walking by yourself as you follow right after him.

It’s only after you get through the heavy doors that your surroundings snap back into focus.

Wait. What?

How long were you out in the crowd? How did you even get here in one piece?

The sounds outside muffle as the entrance bangs shut, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were hiding.

“This way,” Taehyung directs to both you and the security detail that materializes behind you, striding heavily to the right.

When did these guys…?

Whoa.

You have no clue where you are, but you are miles away from your apartment block.

Taking in the expansive building, you see that it’s a true conference center, with a grand, open lobby and square footage for days. The right wing looks to house large event rooms, judging by its wide hall and the multiple sets of towering double-doors.

Scampering after Taehyung, you make sure to stay behind but as close as possible.

Which makes you almost collide when he stops on a dime. Again.

You have got to stop walking behind him.

Face scrunched in annoyance, you’re about to tell the man off—security be damned—before he blurts,

“When we get in there, just relax and follow my lead, okay?”

“Oh, I can wait out here,” you reply, more than happy to leave him to the masses now that you’ve got a taste of them outside. “I don’t mind.”

Hands set in his trousers, Taehyung peers down at the floor before regarding you with what looks like…

An apology.

There’s dread in your veins.

“I wasn’t planning on putting you through a press conference this soon, but you can do this.”

And it seeps right into your bones.

“What?”

His palms land on your shoulders before you can flee.

“Look. The Board isn’t giving me a lot of time to introduce Astral, even though I told them that’s the only thing I need right now. I just…” Running a hand through his hair, Taehyung looks years older and yet years younger all the same. “I need a familiar face.”

Hell no.

There’s no way you can do this.

Going with him and braving the paparazzi was horrid enough. But a press conference?

What the fuck are you supposed to say? You aren’t even dressed.

“Taehyung. Look at me.” You gesture to your entire wreck of an ensemble, fingers trembling. “I’m gonna make Racchanel look like a fucking joke.”

“I don’t care. This new project is going to work.”

What? How is this possibly going to work? What single thing about this is gonna go well?

Has he lost his mind?

“What do you mean?”

Instead of responding to your question, Taehyung only gives directions,

“When we go in there, just keep your face neutral and your back and neck straight. If anyone asks you a question, just say you’re grateful for this opportunity. Understand?”

“Tae—”

“I’ll owe you.”

You clamp your jaw shut, eyes unblinking as you drink in your former classmate’s entire expression.

“I’ll owe you. Big.” He breathes in deep before looking at the doors, then back to you. “Just do this one thing. For me.”

What is he thinking?

You pause for eternity before closing your eyes, wondering if he can even see how uncertain they are behind your dark shades.

“Fine. I will.”

What are you thinking?

“That’s a good girl,” he sighs in relief, embracing you fully before planting another quick peck on your temple. As he pulls away, your hand is clutched before you’re led right up to a set of imposing doors.

To give a press conference.

What are either of you even remotely thinking?

tbc. :)

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soft--dragon · 11 months

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Bedtime Stories

This is a branching, alternate timeline where Crosshair went back with the others at the end of Season 1 after Kamino falls. He's settled back in well enough, he's having to adjust to a child running around on the Marauder with them now

This is all written to be PLATONIC. Shipping any of these characters together is disgusting as they're siblings, please don't interact if you're a shipper >:(

Word Count: 4,115

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

Crosshair was starting to develop a distaste for nine o’clock at night. It was slowly becoming more and more of a headache and for good reason. Nine o’clock; Omega’s bedtime.

He was sitting in the cockpit, hoping to escape any shenanigans the small clone played to try and stay up later. Hunter had put the curfew in place after Omega had almost been shot on a job - her reflexes dampened by exhaustion - and practically gave the sergeant a heart attack in the process. So, he’d put the new rule in place, and he planned to stick to it. Omega hadn't been very accepting of the new rule, trying to find more creative ways to avoid her room and the bed in it.

Usually, it was pretty easy to put her to bed despite her excuses, one of them able to herd her to the gunner mount at some point during the evening. She managed to really confuse them once, they’d spent fifteen minutes trying to find her, only to discover her in the air vents. She was a crafty little womp rat, Crosshair would give her that.

Crosshair’s musings were interrupted abruptly as the kid skidded into the cockpit and hit the button behind her to close the door. She swung around and almost yelped in alarm at the sight of Crosshair sitting there.

“Evening,” Crosshair greeted dryly, looking back to his book to try and make it clear he was not dealing with this.

“Hi Cross,” Omega grinned nervously. “Could you do me a favour?”

“No.”

“But you don’t even know what it is-”

“I am not telling Hunter to let you stay up. You’re a child. Go to bed.”

Omega put her hands on her hips and puffed out her cheeks indignantly. “I’m older than you. Why don’t you go to bed?”

Crosshair had to bite his tongue not to smirk at the kid’s snarkiness. She was getting bolder with her sass, something that Tech, Echo and himself had been influencing shamelessly, but he’d rather be shot than say he was proud. Instead, he scowled deeper at her comment to save face and swivelled in his chair to face the doorway.

“Hunter! She’s in here!” He called snidely, smirking at the look of betrayal on Omega’s face.

“Crosshair!” she exclaimed.

Crosshair flipped the page of his book. “Don’t sass me then, kid.”

The door slid open, freezing Omega in place. Tech and Hunter stood in the threshold, the latter’s arms crossed and brow firmly set. “Omega, bed.” Hunter stated.

“But-”

Hunter held up a hand before she could protest, his tone leaving no room for argument as he spoke. “I’ve set the curfew, you need to follow it. I’m not having a repeat of last time.”

Tech cleared his throat as he slipped by Hunter to enter the cockpit. “Might I add, sleep deficiency causes more than just a lower reflex rate, Omega. It also risks the chance of heart disease, kidney disease, high blood pressure, stroke and depression.”

“Thank you, Tech,” Hunter sighed, rubbing a hand over his face tiredly.

“Of course.” Tech walked to the control panel and crouched beside it, taking out his tools to repair the wiring. “Someone has to catalogue the side effects of bad habits, considering how much you are all intent on picking up habits that damage your bodies, and in turn damage our efficiency on jobs.

"For instance, Hunter’s inability to speak about his migraines, Echo’s lack of sleep from nightmares, Wrecker’s desire to hide injuries not to worry us, and Crosshair-”

“Yeah yeah, you badgered me so much about smoking that I had to quit just to shut you up.” Crosshair hissed, lifting his book higher to his face just to block out the other occupants of the room. He came in here for an escape from his family at night, not to be stuck in the middle of this.

Hunter then cleared his throat, giving Omega a pointed look. Omega, who had been slowly sneaking towards the door to dart away while Tech was talking, whined slightly. “Come on, Hunter, ten more minutes-”

“You said ‘ten more minutes’ fifteen minutes ago,” the sergeant countered - Tech muttering; “Technically, it has been sixteen minutes now.” from the control panel - and making Hunter wave a hand in his direction in agreement. “There, you see? Now come on, you’re gonna be exhausted tomorrow if you don’t get some rest.”

The blonde clone crossed her arms stubbornly. “I’ll be fine.”

Hunter’s frown deepened, then his gaze slid over to the other occupant of the room who looked completely done with the pair of them. He smirked, and crossed his arms too. “If you don’t go now, I’ll get Crosshair to put you to bed.”

Crosshair, who was sitting quietly on his chair, scowled and hid his face further behind the book. He did not ask to be dragged into this, thank you very much.

Obviously catching the sniper’s resistance to being pulled into the fray, Omega’s grin widened and she looked up at Hunter with a shit-eating grin. “He won’t do it.” She claimed boldly.

Big mistake.

“I will for some damn peace and quiet.”

Omega yelped as she was suddenly lifted into the air and tossed ungraciously over a shoulder. She gripped onto the civilian shirt, eyes wide as she registered how far off the ground she was. It wasn’t as high as when she was picked up by Wrecker, but it was still jarring. Then they were moving, and she was passing by Hunter who was looking at her far too smugly.

“Told you.” He grinned.

Omega glared then raised a finger up at him.

Tech looked up from his data pad at Hunter’s loud noise of indignation and gave a small hum. “Well, I certainly recognize that hand signal.”

Hunter looked close to a panic attack as he called out after his brother. “Crosshair! What have you been teaching her?!”

“Sorry, can’t hear you, putting a child to bed.” Crosshair said over his shoulder and let the cockpit doors slide close behind him. He then hefted Omega off his shoulder to settle her on his hip, giving her a flat look. “I thought we agreed not to show Hunter what I’ve taught you.”

Omega giggled, gripping onto him firmly though she knew she wouldn’t be dropped. “Well I guess I just didn’t listen.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes, though there was a slight amused gleam to them. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

They passed by the bunks where Wrecker and Echo were sleeping, the demolition expert’s snores rumbling through the room. How it didn’t wake Echo was a mystery, Crosshair admired the man’s ability to somehow block out Wrecker’s noise without earplugs. Keeping Omega balanced on his hip, he hefted himself up the gunner mount ladder and dropped Omega unceremoniously on the blankets and pillows clustered on the floor like a nest.

“There. Bed. Sleep.” He grumbled, moving to get back down the ladder.

“Crosshair wait!”

Crosshair paused on the rails, looking at her flatly. “What?” He asked, “if you’re expecting me to tuck you in then you’re gravely mistaken.”

Omega shook her head, eyes bright as she asked, “Can you tell me a story?” Well then. That was an unusual request. Deciding to humour her, Crosshair leant against the ladder with a raised brow. “...What kind of story?”

“Anything you want.”

“Alright. Once upon a time there was a galaxy, it exploded, the end.”

The kid groaned, tipping her head back and rolling her eyes so hard Crosshair was surprised they didn’t roll right out of her head. “I meant a good story.”

“That was a good story.”

“No it wasn’t.”

Crosshair huffed, slipping his toothpick from his teeth. “Tough crowd.”

Omega sat forward in her blankets more, a hard set in her brow and… oh gods, she was pouting wasn’t she? Damnit. Wrecker had obviously taught her that one to manipulate Hunter. “C’mon, surely you’ve got some good stories?

“I lived on the battlefield and survived a war. Not many good stories from that.”

Not deterred slightly, Omega persisted. “What about outside of the battles? When you were with the others? There has to be some good moments, right?”

Crosshair sighed heavily. Unless he wanted an earful from Hunter about Omega not being asleep, he was gonna have to indulge this little devil. She was stubborn, he’d give her that. “...I suppose there was the one time we visited a snow planet and Wrecker got his tongue stuck on Echo’s scomp link.”

Omega’s mouth dropped open in an excited grin. “He what?!”

“Did no one tell you this one?”

She threw up her hands in exasperation. “No. They barely tell me any embarrassing stories about themselves.”

Crosshair’s smile became downright wicked. “Oh? Is that so?” He hefted himself up onto the gunner mount floor, pressing his back to the wall and hiking a boot up on the rungs. “Well then, what a terrible thing it is for them to have a brother who remembers many embarrassing moments.”

Omega’s eyes were sparkling with mischief. The blankets fell around her lap as she sat up, an eager gleam to her brown eyes. “Tell me all of them!”

Crosshair, being the sweet and caring person that he is, placed a hand on her face and pushed her back down into the cushions. “Lie down and listen, womp rat,” he scoffed. “Or I’ll throw you out the airlock.”

Omega grinned, peeking through his fingers as she shoved off his palm. “No you won’t.”

“Really want to test that theory?” He asked, reaching out a hand only for her to it smack away with a bright giggle.

“No! I’m meant to be going to sleep!”

“Shocking how you only use that excuse when it benefits you.”

“I picked it up from you.”

Somehow, dumbly, that comment made Crosshair’s chest swell with pride. The knowledge that he’d passed down some of his skill sets down to this little sponge of a clone was a weirdly good feeling.

He settled back against the wall, crossing his arms and swivelling the toothpick in his mouth. “So, are you going to cooperate and let me tell my story?”

Omega grinned and snuggled down into the blankets, assured that the tall clone wasn’t going to throw her out the airlock of the Havoc Marauder. “Ready!” She chirped, cuddling Lula to her chest.

She was the picture of childish innocence. It made something protective rear up in Crosshair’s heart. Stupid feelings. Damn kid making him go soft. “Alright,” Crosshair sighed, and then somewhat awkwardly, he began to retell the visit to the planet.

His words were choppy to start with, not used to telling stories of their life outside of the war, especially not to a child. He’d given mission reports - though not willingly - and those were easier, they were facts of an operation. This was more like crafting a book in his head and telling it to someone that was very easy to influence. Crosshair wisely left out the bits and pieces that Omega might find concerning, and for the record, the avalanche was entirely Wrecker’s fault, not his.

As the story went on, Crosshair found the words leaving him easily. His raspy voice was edged with mirth as he described the life or death snowball fight and attempts of skating on the frozen lake. It caused an assortment of ridiculous pictures - courtesy of Tech - of their very shaky forms on the slick surface.

“Like new-born Tauntauns' they were,” Crosshair smirked. “Staggering around and falling over themselves constantly. I’ll have to ask Tech where he put the holos, there are some good ones of Hunter flat on his face”

“Are there any of you?” Omega asked with a grin.

“Have you ever seen me slip and fall? I was fine.” Crosshair scoffed, looking half offended she’d even suggested such a thing. “I’m used to getting around sloped terrain by sliding down it, the ice was no different.”

Omega giggled softly, hugging Lula closer to her chest and looking over the toy with her big brown eyes. “Do you think we could visit a snow planet sometime? I’ve never had the chance to really explore one before. We went to one a while back, but I didn’t get to look around properly, we were too busy being attacked by ice dragons.”

Crosshair blinked down at her. It was sometimes easy to forget that Omega had spent most of her life beneath the oceans of Kamino, stuck in a lab with Nala Se with no opportunity to explore the galaxy.

“...I’m sure Hunter could be persuaded," he found himself saying. "And if he isn’t-”

“Then we ask Echo,” Omega finished with a knowing smirk.

Crosshair hummed in agreement, turning his head to look out of the window of the gunner's mount, the stars blinking back at him softly. He took in a breath, not minding the staleness of the recycled air. It was peaceful and homely on the ship, that's all that mattered to him. It was far better than the suffocatingly cold and sterile air of the Empire’s ships. Crosshair repressed a shudder.

It was after staring at the stars for a moment too long that he realised it was too peaceful. He flicked his eyes to the kid, expecting to see her finally asleep in the nest of blankets, but instead, she was watching him closely.

He narrowed his gaze. “What?” he snipped, though it was a far cry from his usual harsh snap.

He always tried to soften his tone while speaking to Omega, not wanting to give her the wrong idea of him being annoyed with her. He just sounded grumpy most of the time, but thankfully she seemed to know his true emotions were hidden under the grouch.

Omega smiled in response to his question. “I’m just happy you’re here,” she answered genuinely. “Even if I didn’t know you all too well when we first met, something was missing without you on the squad.”

Crosshair stubbornly looked out the window again, refusing to acknowledge the warmth flickering in his chest. “How touching,” he grumbled.

A tiny foot hit his knee, diverting his attention back to Omega. She was frowning slightly, but there was a twinkle in her eye. "Did you just kick me?" He asked dubiously.

Omega ignored his accusation. “Would it kill you to be sentimental just once?”

“Yes. I would die immediately,” Crosshair replied dryly.

“No you wouldn’t.”

“I’m not about to risk death just to appease your need for emotional reassurance.”

“Come on,” Omega sat up, Lula falling to her side. “It’s not that hard-”

“No, lay back down and sleep,” Crosshair leaned over to push her head back against the pillows. An annoyed noise weaselled out from Omega, muffled slightly by his palm.

“Not until you say something nice!” Omega argued, her own hands came up to try and shove at Crosshair’s wrist.

Crosshair grumbled, and with his spare hand, he dragged his fingers over his face and scowled. “Aren’t you ever tired?”

“Nope.” Omega popped the ‘p’ for good measure, grinning at her brother smugly. “Now say something nice or I’ll never sleep!”

It was like making a deal with Satan.

“You’re a terrible child.”

Omega rolled her eyes. “You’re really bad at this.”

“Niceties aren’t my profession.”

“Clearly.”

Crosshair glowered at the kid. After a moment he inquired, "Are you always this infuriating?"

"We share the same DNA, I had to get some traits from you."

Crosshair gave Omega precisely seven seconds to take back that statement. When no such words were spoken, he glared darkly.

"Alright you little shit," he hissed, paying no mind to the small voice in his mind that sounded a lot like Wrecker telling him he shouldn’t be cursing around a child. "It's about time someone taught you to respect your elders."

"I'm older than yo-"

"Nope, you're not allowed to use that argument anymore." Crosshair promptly scooped up Omega, blankets and all, and dumped her on his lap. Ensnared by the tangles of fabric, Omega laughed and struggled against the arm cage Crosshair had put her in.

"Cross!"

“Can’t hear you kid, you’re pretty muffled.” Giving into the more playful side of himself, Crosshair’s fingers delved into the blanket to prod around Omega’s torso, hearing her squeak and giggle wildly at the ticklish sparks of electricity jolting through her. He smirked at her reactions and continued with his snarky teasing. “Maybe if you didn’t have a blanket over your head I could hear you better. Oh well, maybe next time.”

Omega suddenly squealed when Crosshair’s fingers pinched up her ribs, her wiggling increasing as bubbly laughter spilled from under the blanket. “Nohoho! Crohohosshahair!”

He scoffed loudly. “Really Omega, didn’t I just say I couldn’t hear you very well? Maybe we should get Tech to check your ears.” Crosshair was fighting for his life not to break out a grin, but he couldn’t contain the mischievous note in his tone as he messed with the kid.

Omega smacked him in the chest with a swaddled hand and hiccupped in laughter. “Yohou suhuck!” In a bid for freedom, Omega twisted in her blanket cocoon and pushed her own fingers into Crosshair’s stomach through the thick material.

The strangled noise that burst from the sniper was high pitched and wildly out of character. He half curled up, arms tightening against himself in reflex. Omega gasped like she'd discovered the answer for Clone Rights.

"You're ticklish!"

Immediately, a series of rapid fire pokes sent shock waves through Crosshair's sides and stomach, causing another badly restrained yelp to pull free, followed by breathy titters that kept tumbling free despite the man's best efforts to keep them down.

"Awww! You can laugh, Cross!" Omega's excited cooing made an embarrassed warmth flush in the sniper's ears. This wasn't the plan. How the hell did it go this awry?

"S-Shut up-" he spluttered. He could've pushed her away easily of course, but with how close they were to the gunner mount edge, he didn't want to risk the nightmare scenario playing out in his head of Omega tumbling from the height and hurting herself. Though, with how much he was embarrassing himself with these dignity destroying snickers, he might have to let the child drop.

"I've never heard you laugh like this." Omega carried on, never shy of speaking her mind regardless of how embarrassed it made her brothers. "It's really nice actually, you should do it more often."

What the fuck.

Crosshair would deny to his goddamn grave that Omega's genuine words were having any effect on his cold, dead heart. He was a soldier bred for battle, why was he getting overwhelmed by a kid complimenting his laugh? He couldn't even think of a proper reply with how much his brain had short circuited.

"Yohou- goddahahamn-"

Omega giggled at his sputtering attempts. "Huh, you're just like Hunter when he laughs too much to talk," she commented with a grin.

Crosshair opened his mouth to argue against that, but Omega had begun prodding up and down his sides and getting lower the longer she did so and only making Crosshair's titters increase. When she got too close to his overly sensitive hip bones, Crosshair decided enough was enough. Both of his hands scratched and skittered all around Omega's shoulder blades and back upper ribs - a soft spot for Crosshair himself.

Omega instantly ripped her hands away from him and burst into a fit of unrestrained squeaks, torn between pressing against Crosshair to evade the tickling or attempting to attack him again.

"That was a bad move, kid," Crosshair grumbled, his soft laughter faded but his smile had started to finally crack out through his mask. "Don't start a fight you can't finish."

Omega tried to reach out to tickle him again, but Crosshair swiftly intercepted the move and poked rapidly under her arm, smirking at the surprised squeal that leapt from the blonde clone. She really needed to learn that he was the champion of tickle fights - his losses were few and far between, and there was little chance he was losing to her. He gave a grazing swipe at her neck with his fingernails just cause he could, and because it made her squeal endearingly. Huh, just like Tech. He pocketed that thought for a later time.

“Ahem.”

The sudden sound of someone clearing their throat made the two freeze. Turning around in sync, the pair were greeted by the sight of Echo standing close to the gunner mount, arms crossed and blearily glaring at them.

“Crosshair, Omega is meant to be asleep.” His voice was deeper than normal having just woken up, and it only made his stern tone more intimidating.

Omega pressed herself back into Crosshair, as if to hide behind him, with a meek, guilty grin. “Sohorry Echo,” she apologised, giggles lingering in her speech. “we didn’t mehean to wake you.”

Echo’s stern expression wavered a tad at her giggly state, something Crosshair internally rolled his eyes at. Did this kid seriously have everyone wrapped around her finger? Unbelievable. He’d have to ask her to use that so they could win every argument against their brothers. Omega was going to flourish under his teachings.

“Yeah, what she said. Go back to bed, Echo,” Crosshair waved off his brother. “I’ll put her to sleep.”

“To bed. You’re going to put her to bed.” Echo emphasised. “Don’t kill our sister.”

Crosshair planted a hand on Omega’s face and ignoring her indigent squark, he pushed her down on the bed roll. Gently of course, he wasn’t a total dick. “Yeah yeah, I got it, now go. Your night watch shift is in two hours.”

Echo hummed and gave a small salute, turning back to the bunks with a tired slouch to his posture. “Night you two.”

“Goodnight Echo.”

“Night.”

When Crosshair heard Echo’s bunk creak and settle once more, he turned back to Omega who was rubbing at her eyes. “Finally tired, yet?” He inquired.

“No.” Omega replied, ever the stubborn one, immediately dropping her fist. She clearly was exhausted, her rapid blinking and wavering form displayed that, but she was insistent on resisting.

Crosshair pinched the skin between his eyes, mentally reminding himself it would be wrong to stun a child. “If I tell you one more story, you go to sleep immediately afterwards. Deal?”

Omega studied him with pursed lips as she thought over the offer. Then she smiled, and bundled up her blankets in her arms. “Deal.”

Crosshair didn’t get a moment to protest when she stood up and threw herself down in his lap, curling into his chest and snuggling close. All air left the man as he openly gaped, watching Omega cuddle into his scrawny form and nudge her head into his collarbone. “Ready,” she mumbled, eyes slipping closed and completely missing Crosshair’s rare moment of speechless floundering.

It took approximately ten seconds for Crosshair to scrape up some semblance of his usual demeanour and pretend that this wasn’t melting his stone cold heart into a fond puddle. Eugh, this kid was going to be the death of him one day. The thought didn’t bother him as much as he assumed it would.

Wrapping a cautiously gentle arm around the small bundle curled into his chest, Crosshair turned his attention back to the stars and began softly telling another story. Omega tried to stay awake by murmuring questions about the planet, but they became nonsensical and slurred the more she tried to speak. Crosshair wasn’t even halfway through his retelling when Omega had slumped into him fully and her breathing had evened out. Crosshair trailed off, and after a moment of consideration, wrapped both arms around her, securing her against him. He smiled softly at the tiny snores emitting from the girl. She really was Hunter’s kid, they had matching snore tones and everything.

Realistically, he should deposit her back onto her bedroll and go to his own bunk, but he couldn’t bring himself to put down the precious cargo in his arms. Instead, he shuffled down the wall, did a quick prayer for his neck in the morning, and dropped his head onto her mop of golden hair - letting his own eyes slide closed.

The soft glow of the fairylights and steady weight of Omega against him soothed Crosshair into a deep sleep, his dreams circling around the memory of a frozen lake. He was with his brothers on the ice, but this time, Omega was with them, her laughter intertwining with theirs and sounding out across the cold planet.

Unbeknownst to the sniper, he smiled in his sleep.

#my fanfic #lee!crosshair #ler!crosshair #lee!omega #ler!omega #the bad batch #the bad batch tickle #star wars tickle #the other boys show up #i should tag them too for inclusiveness #hunter #wrecker #echo #tech #there they are :)#i'm very tired #hope you enjoy :D

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mookybear12404 · 5 months

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Oh my gosh, you have a crotchet shop?? Would you be open to sharing a link?

Yesssss absolutely!! :D

I have a pinned post as well on my blog as well with a link to the tumblr for it, but also here’s a link directly to the Etsy 💕

#hope you enjoy :D

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cultreslut · 1 year

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💿💿💿 (if you feel up to it <3)

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#asks #suitejudyblueeyes #hope you enjoy :D

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brick-a-doodle-do · 2 years

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Snippet of Miraculous AU :]

@beckyu

“Fuck,” Tommy muttered as he stumbled back and fell onto the metal ground. One thing remains after he got loose the wire. Time slipped away as he wasted seconds brushing dirt that didn’t exist off of his clothes. The battle grunts and orders of Ruminator rung through the walls in a muffled tone, telling him that he might have a bit more time than he first thought, yet still not nearly enough to calm his frazzled mind. He shot to action once again after declaring his unofficial and unnecessary break over. Tommy stepped over the fallen green wire and shifted to the side of the shiny panel, gazing at the two levers easily taller than him. He sighed, knowing exactly what needed to happen before he can leave.

#snippet #new au mention #mw #kinda a request?#hope you enjoy :D #talking brick

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lilybug-02 · 3 months

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Looks like the entire household is together! I wonder where Miss. Toriel is?

Part 25 || First || Previous || Next

--Full Series--

A fun continuation! Lots of crazy vibes. Due to school, I'll be taking another month/months hiatus. I should really stop making so many cliffhangers ;P

#tw blood #I hope this new update made you laugh a little haha! I really enjoyed making these pages! I wanted to make some good situational comedy.#So many memes #Azzy is sad that Kris bonked his snoot :(#and chara accidentally almost killed Kris >;)#And Susie is now here :D #I may keep the monotone color palette since it takes so much less time :) and I have learned so much about comic panels and experimentation #this background was such a vibe. OH MY gosh. I can draw backgrounds in less than an hour now! Thanks comic!#I'm really happy how I drew the hands. No gloves or anything. Kris has skinny little arms hehe #deltarune chara timeline #deltarune chara timeline comic #bread #art #deltarune #my art #chara #Asriel #Kris #Susie #deltarune comic #deltarune au #chara timeline #cw blood #tw slight blood #tw cursing #cw cursing #the player #the soul #so many tags #this is a shorter update but its a shorter scene. Lots of action and then transition next time :)

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I get brat vibes from 1998 Vash (≧∇≦)/

#TRIGUN #TRIGUN1998 #TRIGUNイラコン #TRIGUNSTAMPEDE #TRIGUN STAMPEDE #Vash the Stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood #trigun fanart #i saw a few images and memes on pinterest and HASHASHAS #MF IS FERAL ASHSAH #AAAA i love their dinamic #i can see him doing this at some point #also i can finally see the show now that is over!!#finally can enjoy the babygirl and his harem xD #and you can't convince me that man ain't carrying a bible everywhere he goes #anyway hope you all like this #thanks and bye #<3

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rayjeff · 3 months

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silly doodle guys

#i know that there's lot of controversy now about this show #i don't support whatever bad is going on with viziepop #but i still enjoy this show and i've been waiting for it all these years :^#and i don't have amazon prime so yeah you can figure how i watched this show lol #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #doodles #aaaaandd i decided not to stick with one fandom so now i'll draw a lot of different things :D I hope you'll like it! :>

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wanderingchocolateeclair · 9 months

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Interdimensional Therapy AU - Part 7

Welp its been a while, I do apologise for that- anyway-

A Jeanist crossover fic with @laughteronsilverwings!!

This time we start with e!jeanists pov!!

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CW: None, but pls let me know if I've missed anything /gen

“Ah, thank you.” Tsunagu nods and takes his ice cream, placing it opposite his drink -so it wouldn’t melt too fast- and making sure the spoon was neatly stuck in the top of the ice cream. He had gotten through two skewers now and almost all the bread- luckily just the right amount of everything was left. Perfect.

“So…” he trailed off, looking down as he saw a couple of civilians looking at him from the crepe stall in the distance behind Arcane. Pointing and whispering, always trying to be discreet but making it more obvious. It was fine, it didn’t matter. It never mattered. Tsunagu was so used to it- but that didn’t stop how embarrassing it felt. It didn’t stop the guilt. He cleared his throat and forced himself to look back up at Arcane. “Any friends? School friends?”

Tsunagu takes a bite out of his ice cream. He can hear and feel the whispers, comments -some sexual, some degrading, all of them making him calmly furious on Jean’s behalf-, the shifting of fabric as people turned away to gossip. “I can light them on fire if you want,” He says casually. “Or tell them to stop. Or run them away…” Honestly, he wants to humiliate them. Make them trip. Clothes coming undone. Tsunagu wants to beat them bloody and claw their eyes out.

He might be going a little bit too far off the rails here. So Tsunagu doesn’t voice his thoughts out loud.

“But I’m homeschooled, so, uh, I don’t really have friends.” He takes another bite. Honestly, today might be the longest conversation he’s had with someone that isn’t over the internet or related to schoolwork in… years. Hm. Maybe discounting Paris though. But then again, it had mostly been sign language and writing for the longest ones, and with the police it had been also short.

But anyways. Back to food.

If he mixes the mint ice cream in, would it taste better or worse? And if he dips the ice cream in freshly-spilled blood, would that make him throw up or enhance the taste?

Tsunagu gave a panicky laugh and waved his hands slightly. “Ah- hey, no don’t worry about it- I’m used to it.” He finished up his food and stared at the plate. Hm. Let’s not…

“Homeschooled, huh?” Interesting. Tsunagu can’t help but wonder how his life would be right now if he hadn’t been forced through the hells of public schools and all that came with it. It probably wouldn’t have changed much, though. People always found ways to…gossip. Maybe the physical aspect would have been different…who knows.

“I see… I attended a public middle school… It was such a mess.” He reminisced, forcing out a small laugh and picking at his ice cream. Mint-choc-chip… well, it tasted just as good as any other ice cream does- so he wasn’t gonna make any complaints! “So- do you have a question?” He tilted his head. There were some obvious ones that Arcane could ask, but seeing as he seemed to pick up on… well- not picking them up- he may change the subject, and well, Tsunagu wasn’t going to complain about that either.

Tsunagu frowns, going over the things Jean’d said in his head. “Just because you’re used to it doesn’t mean that it’s right,” He says, scraping both of the ice cream balls out, tipping them into his mouth, and swallowing most of it as soon as they landed. “Public middle school? If you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to. I can find another question,” He mumbles around the remains of frozen… cream?

Actually, he didn’t know what ice cream was made out of. So. Mouthful of slowly-melting ice cream. The dessert cooled both his body and his anger.

…Tsunagu was still quite tempted to, like, shoo the onlookers away, though. Honestly. Didn’t people know how to mind their own businesses, in his universe? There wasn’t ever things happening like this, in his Paris.

But that might be because of the underground crime. And vigilantes. Maybe his ‘verse was just wilder? Eh, whichever one.

“Ah, well where to start…” Jean scratches his head. “My parents didn’t want to send me to private school, since they thought it would give me and my sister-” Oh, he has a sister? Maybe that was who the HPSC had over him. “-a better experience.” He rolls his eyes. Ah. Tsunagu senses a story, there. He hasn’t been to any schooling-schools, but he’s, well… heard stories of how bad things can get, if you’ve got a ‘bad’ quirk.

Complete bullshit, in his opinion. The only thing that made villains were expectations and surroundings, mostly. There were a bunch of other factors, yes, but, well. Jean was talking. Tsunagu wasn’t going to go on a philosophical rant.

“The only experience I got was a shit ton of bullying and almost dying- many times- and severe anxiety and depression.” Jean laughs bitterly, eating his ice cream with small bites. Tsunagu couldn’t relate to that. The ice-cream eating, that was, not the mental illness. He’s pretty sure he… might have something along those lines? “UA was, quite frankly, a lot easier to go through after all that, though.”

Jean picks up another bit of ice cream, a little larger than the rest. He eats it. Tsunagu nodded. Well, good to know that children were cruel in all universes. “...Well,” He says. “I mean. Children are cruel everywhere, I guess. Sorry you had to go through that. And good job on not snapping. If you want to go and burn the school down -I’m assuming this is your world, since we haven’t run into a third one of us- we can go, I’m totally down for that.”

If it had been him, and he’d been forced to go through all that, day by day, hour by hour… Tsunagu was fairly sure there’d be deaths, and not his. Well, maybe his, but also probably not? He’d have made it look like an accident. What a shame, that this child didn’t look both ways before crossing the street. What a shame, the school didn’t check it’s lunches, leading kids to get sick. Food poisoning is such a slow way to go.

Ruining reputations and getting rid of assholes. Two bird with one stone. He coughed. “Anyways, it’s your turn on asking, right?”

“Ah, thanks- though, there were definitely times I almost did snap- luckily not.” Tsunagu smiled.

But also. What the fuck. How- How on earth did Arcane just eat that ice cream???

“I- I need to ask…” Tsunagu shook his head in disbelief. “Sorry, but how on earth did you just. Eat your ice cream like that?”

“Oh, I don’t have a gag reflex anymore,” Arcane says, sipping on his boba. “I trained myself out of it because of- well, you know the food they serve at fancy adult galas, weddings, and how it’s both… not very good, and it’s rude to not eat it? It’s easier without a gag reflex. I still taste it, but it makes it easier to keep a poker face.” He shrugs. “Some people thought I got rid of it for something else, though.”

No gag reflex… huh. Tsunagu nodded, thinking about all the fancy hero parties he was taken to as a kid. “That… sounds like a good trick to have…” But hold on- something else? “What… what do you mean, something else?”

Arcane scrunches his face up. “It’s a little bit weird, but apparently they thought I was, uh, sucking dick. To put it crudely.” He chugs the boba through the straw, draining a good third of the remaining drink. Somehow.

Tsunagu choked on the last bits of his ice cream, plenty of thoughts and questions flooding his head but one in particular:

THAT IS A CHILD.

“Wha- who- why???? You-” He stuttered, making a very expressive face and gesturing at the air. “That….huh??” He settled on. Yeah, there really wasn’t a question there, more just pure confusion.

Tsunagu shrugged. “I’m pretty sure they were just looking for gossip,” He settles on. Also, he’d been an adorable kid -according to people he’d ‘grown into his features very well’, whatever that meant- and as such, had been prime gossip-bait.

Plus he was fairly sure one of the regular guys at the galas his parents took him to was… well, he’s just going to say that that guy likes feeling strong. Dominant. Probably had a superiority-inferiority complex of some kind.

And, yeah, he’s not going to think about this anymore.

“Okay- so-” Jean calmed himself down, taking a serious tone. That was the tone for a Serious Talk. “Throwing aside people’s constant need for gossip -being a direct target of it myself too- you are… still just a kid.” He grimaced. What was Jean thinking about? Well, he did say that he’d been bullied before. Tsunagu has started few whisper campaigns, he knows how effective they are. Or maybe it was more recent? Oh, he’s talking again-

Jean tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. “Maybe it’s jokes and gossip, but well- still. Unfortunately we aren’t in your ‘verse… I’d love to knock some sense and general decency-“ The sentiment was sweet, but they were rich, morally deficient people in a wholly different way than him. Knocking skulls together, or manners, would be a whole other beast. “-into them… in whatever ways would fit best.” Jean leant back in his chair, sighing and crossing his arms.

Tsunagu’s… oddly touched by this. Fuck. He’s gotten attached. He adjusts his glasses. “That’s… kind of you?” But he doesn’t really get it. Why would Jean, well, help? Tsunagu’s clearly got things under control -though from his perspective it might not be?- and he’s not bothered by it. So. Hmm.

Would asking why Jean cared be used against him?

He discards the thought almost as quickly as it came to mind. Jean wasn’t- well, he might be, but if he was to hurt Tsunagu he’s pretty sure it wouldn’t be in the form of verbal attacks. Though. Still- augh.

This was a different world. Nothing that was said here would be able to get back. So Tsunagu clears his throat. “Though. Um, why are you… bothered about this?”

He also wants to ask about the dick tapestry in Jean’s apartment. But that could wait.

Ah. So, how would Tsunagu put this? That he’d kinda gotten attached to Arcane now, and if anything happened to the kid he would probably kill everyone in his own ‘verse, find a way to kill everyone over there, and then possibly himself? Nah.

Or that hey, I’ve just got a shit ton of trauma and I don’t think you wanna go through that, buddy. Hm. No. not that either.

Maybe he’d just settle with: I don’t really want anything bad to happen to you, and this hits a little close to home.

Yeah, that worked. He sighed, looking at the empty plates and cups in front of both of them. ‘Huh… I actually ate all that?’ He frowned. That… never usually happened.

“Well… I guess I just don’t want you to deal with some of the things I have.” He wonders if this is the right thing to say. Was it? “Gossip can lead to some pretty awful things… and I guess this subject strikes a bit of a nerve, I do apologise.”

He pushed his tinted glasses back up his nose and rolled his shoulder around a bit - damn, it was hurting more than usual… probably the sleepless nights over the computer doing paperwork. “My point still stands, though. If anyone causes you trouble, I’d gladly sort them out for you… even if we may be from different ‘verses- I’m sure there’s a way somehow.”

Leaning back, he contemplated telling Arcane a little bit more about his school life, his scars… but no, maybe another time. It was Tsunagu’s turn to ask, after all.

“So, Arc.” He reminded himself aloud, that they were using different names. “You plan on being a hero? Moving on from… vigilantism, and going to a hero school? Maybe UA- or Yuuei, as you call it?”

Hm. Well… “Yep,” Tsunagu says. “I’m planning on Yuuei, yeah. I’m not sure if I’m going to give up the vigilantism, though.”

He doesn’t really want to, honestly. He takes one last big sip of his boba, and it empties out. “…Thanks,” Tsunagu says, startling even himself. “About- um, caring? And saying that you’d, uh, straighten them out.”

It’s very sweet. Sort of unneeded, but… it’s nice. Brings up a syrupy-warm feeling in his chest. However: some of the things Jean had gone though? Hm. Tsunagu’s not stupid. The gossip was sexual -had some elements of it-, and people who had to that type circulating around them usually got… harassed more than the average person. Catcalls, flirting, people getting touchy when they had no right to do so. Assault. Rape, sometimes.

Hm. Well, it looks like Tsunagu will have to do some digging. Online. He’s not that uncaring about Jean anymore. “My turn for a question?”

Tsunagu nodded with a smile. “Don’t worry about it. But hey, wishing you luck on getting into UA! I hope you have some good times there, and meet some people!” He knows he did- though some bullies found their way in, he had a much better time there. Especially in his third year.

He sighed, leaning back a little. “But yes- it is your turn!”

And that'll do it for this part! Let's hope I don't forget to post the next bits as much as I did this time /lh :]

#bnha #tw caps #best jeanist #hakamada tsunagu #interdimensional therapy au #hee hee hoo hoo #its been a while whoopsie that is my fault for forgetting #anyway heres tis part!!#hope you enjoy :D

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