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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years

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Shuffle Playlist - Rewrite - Part of your world -Harry Hook x reader - part 3 - R.O.A.R

You sighed, fixing the gym bag on your shoulder as you headed to Evie's room to retrieve Chad for fencing practice. Jay trailed behind you, knowing Chad was a bit of a….sexist hard head and liked to be there for support when Harry couldn’t.

You loudly knocked on Evie's door, making those in the room jump slightly and look at you. You rose your brow and Chad and leaned on the doorway “Chad, amphitheater in five” he just ignored you…mostly, he gestured to you for a moment while talking at Evie and Doug.

Evie gave you a wide-eyed look while pressing her lips together in an exasperated way. You snorted and shook your head, nodding at Jay to make Chad move. “Chaad!” Jay called, leaning into the door. The blond prince groaned and hopped off the pedestal, Evie grabbing onto his cape before he could walk off with it. Chad grumpily grabbed his bag, nearly shoulder checking you before Jay forcefully grabbed his shoulders and steered him out of the room and towards the amphitheater.

“He’s an asshole” you muttered, smirking as Evie and Doug audibly agreed “and I know you said 4:30 Evie but I have fencing practice at 4:30, do you want me to stop by after?”

“yes please” Evie sighed, putting her hands on her hips “I forgot about that too, I have no other appointments other than Harry so just bring him with you?”

“kay” you gave her a thumbs up and walked off, quickly catching up to Chad and Jay.

“I don’t even know why they made a girl captain! I mean-AH!” Chad screeched as you sneakily walked up behind him and pinched his neck. “WHAT DID YOU-oh” he whimpered, realizing you had heard almost every word. “sorry?”

“you will be” you smirked, cackling as he visibly shuddered at your tone.

Jay snorted and patted Chad's shoulder a bit harsher than he needed to “when is he going to get his head out of his ass?” Jay muttered to you, opening the door to the amphitheater for you and waiting until you walked in before following after.

“when pigs fly Jay” you sighed, sliding your bag off your shoulder and rolling your neck. “I’m this close to kicking him off, but we are a member down since Ben left, and there's not exactly a line for people wanting to join the team because of Chad. I’ve had like, 10 girls, decided they didn’t want to join after they heard one of his stupid ‘girls can't play sports’ rants n shit.” Jay nodded along, sifting through his bag and pulling out a hair tie. He quickly tied his hair up and shook his shoulders and arms as he started to jump to warm himself up for the practice.

You grabbed your fencing shoes, walked over to where Harry and Fergus were sitting, and plopped next to Harry, leaning onto his shoulder as you switched out your sneakers for your fencing shoes. Harry automatically wrapped his arm around your waist, continuing to talk to Fergus about the upcoming tournament.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone slip into the amphitheater with their helmet already on. It wasn’t one of your teammates you knew that since they were all already inside the room.

…oh yeah, Lonnie! Ooooh this was gonna be fuuun~ and you had the perfect counter for Chad's dumbass old rulebook. Come to think of it, would he even pull that rule? Since you were on the team and discredited his little “no girls” rule.

Well, you would see in the next five minutes. “alright! Line up!” you slid out of Harry's hold and grabbed your sword and helmet, sliding it onto your head and shaking your shoulders “Fergus with me!”

He nodded and shoulder bumped Harry as he walked up to you, crouching slightly as he got in position.

“Ressembler!” Everyone straightened up, pointing their blades towards their opponent, who stood across from them, their other hand behind them for balance “salute” they raised the point, the hilt of the sword sitting in front of their eyes “lower the point” now the blade looked to the ground. “masks down” with their other hand they grabbed their mask and slid it down “en garde!” Everyone tensed as they got into their preferred position, your (e/c) glancing over at Lonnie who stood across from Chad.

You smirked; this was going to be VERY fun.

The ref just outside the ring blew the whistle, and almost immediately swords clashed, metal resounding through the room. The audience oohed and awed as the team fought.

You snorted a bit as you saw the ‘unknown’ fighter flip Jay over their shoulder and roll beside David, quickly standing and disarming him. David took the L and ran outside the little ring, watching as the team was quickly diminished by you, Lonnie, Harry, and Fergus, leaving only the four of you and Chad.

You took one long look around, the boys and Lonnie tilting their heads at you while Chad breathed heavily, you could feel the glare from him.

He had been aiming to beat you for a while now, trying to get the spot of captain. But he failed time and time again, only Harry had been the slightest bit close to beating you, and that was only because he didn’t care to really try, he was just having fun.

You lowered your sword and took a step back, taking off your helmet and letting out a loud whistle.

Everyone stopped, Chad almost dropping his sword from the piercing noise. “listen up!” you grinned, gesturing to the intruder “we have a little stow away in our match, but they are hella good and since we are missing a member, I say we let ‘em join hm?”

Lonnie physically perked up, her leg bouncing in excitement. The team nodded in agreement, the audience cheering as you made your little announcement.

“What?! No! there are rules n stuff! We can't just let him on the team with no trial or anything?!” Chad yelled, crossing his arms. you could see the pout from behind the mask.

You rolled your eyes and shrugged “Alright then, Chad, you fight them, and If they win, they take your spot, and if you win…what do you want?”

“I want to be the captain” he cheered, expecting people to egg him on, but all he got was snickers and giggling, not that he noticed, still to in his head.

“uh, Chad?” Harry took off his helmet, raising his brow at the prince “yeh need ya beat the captain…ta be captain, and yeh also need coach’s approval ta be captain in the first place” Chad just ignored Harry, continuing to stare at you.

You shrugged “sure, if you win, you can be captain, but you’ll have to convince coach to let you be captain anyway” you could see the smug grin under the mask as he got into a fighting position. “but remember if they win, they take your spot”

“yeah yeah whatever” he yelled, waving your warning off. Harry clicked his tongue and backed out of the ring, watching as Chad and Lonnie circled each other.

Chad jumped at her suddenly, yelping as Lonnie easily flipped over him, using one of the blocks to catch herself and spin on her heel, she slammed her palm into the ground and did a onehanded cartwheel as Chad spun around and swung at her, the blade missing her by a good foot as she landed.

Chad side flipped as she swung at his feet, yelping as she faked out a jump at him and slid her blade into the hilt of his, swinging it out of his grip and into hers, she started to taunt him, swinging at his side every few moments and flipping the blades around. “call it!” you yelled, the two stopped, looking towards you “a deals a deal Chad, she gets your spot”

“she?!” Chad yelled, gasping as Lonnie dropped the sword in her left hand and took off the helmet her braided hair thumping against her shoulders. “Lonnie?!”

The amphitheater blew into cheers, Lonnie grinned, spinning around and bowing to the audience and team members who cheered for her win over Chad “thank you thank you~, I’ll be here all week”

“We can't have her on the team we’ll be the laughing stock of the league! I mean come on guys, what’s next, girls playing tourney?!” oop, wrong thing to say, Lonnie turned to him with the glare, the team crossing their arms and raising their brows at Chad. He sputtered, seeing no support from his fellow ‘bros’

“so?” Jay asked, tilting his head in confusion. Chad looked at him with wide eyes.

“so?! Have you not read the rulebook?! Section 2, paragraph 3, 11-4.” He whipped out a yellow-gold cover rulebook, making you raise your brow, that was the old cover wasn’t it?….you walked over to your bag and dug into it, smirking as you found what you were looking for. “a team will be comprised of a captain and 8 Men” he waved the rule book around, the team groaning in slight embarrassment for Chad while the audience, especially the girls in the crowd, glared at him, but Chad took no notice.

“how funny Chad” you purred, walking over to him and flipping through your blue and gold rule book “but before I kick your ass for being sexist, oh and by the way, your captains a fuckin’ girl” Chad went pale, somehow in the last five minutes, he had forgotten the captain of the team was you. “what year was that rulebook printed?”

Chad glanced down at the gold and yellow rule book, quickly hiding it behind his back “2017” he lied through a smile, eyes flashing about the room.

“how funny” you glanced at Harry, who snuck up behind chad and snatched the book from him “Harry?”

“2000” Harry snickered, tossing the book to Fergus who ripped it in half “yeh know those rules in the old prints don’t count anymore princey~”

Chad just stared wide-eyed at you as you went to the exact page he had just quoted “here it is! “a team will be comprised of a captain, and 8 players~ sorry Chaddy boy, you are wrong. now you can go ahead and leave, we got practice to do”

“what?! But-“ you smirked at him.

“you bet your spot on the team remember? ‘if Lonnie wins; she takes your spot. if you win; you become captain’ aka~ Lonnie takes your spot on the team” Lonnie let out a cackle, the team coming up behind her and lifting her in the air in celebration.

Chad sputtered “you can't do that?!”

You glanced down at the captain pin on your jacket “oh, but I can! Bye bye~” you waved your fingers tauntingly “and even if you didn’t bet your spot, you would be kicked off, I won't have a sexist, immature brat on my team” Chad growled and tossed down his helmet and sword, stomping out of the room.

“But we’re still down a man? Since Ben left to do all that king stuff” Lonnie voiced, finally being set on her feet again “and we can't play without a full team?”

You just gave her a look “give it two days, I bet twenty bucks that at least 5 girls will be wanting to join now that Chad’s gone.”

Fergus chucked “Ah kin bet mah sister wull be th' foremaist yin in line” Harry nodded along.

“aye, Ellie is quite the swordswoman, I remember when she kicked yer ass during one of yer sparin’ matches”

Fergus snorted and rolled his eyes “That wis a fluke, sun wis in mah een” Harry smacked his shoulder.

“yeh righ’ shes jus’ better than yeh” Fergus glared at Harry for a moment before he burst out into laughter, Harry following suit.

“ Ye richt, a'm mingin' compared tae her” as the team conversed with each other, you checked your watch, sighing as you saw that your slotted time was already drawing to an end, which felt odd since it had only been 15 minutes at most.

“alright yall, practice is over, go do whatever you are planning to do or whatever, and Harry” he perked up “Evie wants us over at her dorm, something bout cotillion” Harry sighed and nodded, turning back to Fergus and continuing his chat with him about….something you didn’t know, they were too far away for you to hear them along with all the noise.

As you and Harry walked out of the amphitheater, someone called out Harry's name, he looked up, surprised to see jane looking down at him with a shy smile on her face “hey, Jane, what’s up?” he tilted his head, nodding for you to keep going onto Evie’s room.

You shrugged and kept walking, Harry crossed his arms and cocked his hip as he looked up at jane.

“oh, well, um, I was wondering, is-is Gil, going with anyone to Cotillion?” Jane twiddled with her fingers, her eyes flashing about. Harry looked off for a moment, before looking back up at her.

“Not that I know of if yer thinking of asking him?” Jane turned red.

“I-just, I know you guys have been….iffy around me since the coronation, and I know I haven’t fully earned your trust back since…doing that to Gil, but If anything, I would like to ask him as a friend?”

Harry shrugged “it’s not up ta me Jane, yeh have been better since then and have surrounded yerself with better people and aren’t…like tha’ so it's fine with me if yeh ask him but it’s up ta Gil if he says yes or not”

Jane nodded eagerly “I know, if he says no, I’ll leave it at that but I still feel awful about what I did and I’m hoping this can make up for it at least a little bit” Harry shrugged again.

“possibly, won’t know until yeh ask ‘im” he waved her off and jogged out of the amphitheater after you.

Jane sighed, leaning into her hand, pouting off to a corner “having trouble asking Gil?” she looked down, seeing Carlos smiling up at her, his curly hair all pointing up and messy from his helmet.

“Yeah, every time I try to ask him I get all flustered, and then I remember what I did 5 months ago during family then I just feel awful and that I don’t deserve to go with him, but he’s still been so sweet and kind to me and I can't get him off my mind, Carlos help” Jane wined, pouting as Carlos snorted and shook his head.

“I’m crap with relationship stuff, you’re better off asking Evie or Ben about it” Jane sighed and nodded.

“I get it, I’ll just have to get it over with at some point……uuuuug” Jane slumped on the rails “I’m going to end up serving punch again with my mom” Carlos laughed.

“oh no, how awful~” he teased, picking up Dude and starting to walk out of the amphitheater “I’ll see you later jane! Good luck!” “Thanks!” she called back, sighing and standing up from the rails, walking to the stairs that lead out of the amphitheater.

Time to brainstorm.

You glanced over the sketches Evie had given you of your gown, nodding to yourself at the notes and fabric patches on the page.

Crimson red satin, flower detailing from the bust to just below the waist of the skirt, sheer sleeves that connected to your middle fingers, silver and red gem jewelry, black heeled ankle boots with golden chain work around the right boot, your usual ruby necklace that never left your neck, and detachable seams around the knees for high energy dancing. Evie had come up with a beautiful dress for you to wear to Cotillion

Harry was getting into his outfit at the moment, leaving you to admire the artwork. Evie was writing down Harry's measurements and edits she needed to do to his outfit, smiling as Harry stepped out from the bathroom and clapped her hands “ooh, you look amazing Harry! (y/n) look!” you perked up, a smile breaking out on your face as you looked at Harry.

Harry's cotillion outfit was a solid red coat with black lapels and cuffs, a black shirt with a crimson red vest, dark-smoke red pants with red patches to give them some pirate chic, and dark black boots with red shine. “I haven’t put on the gold detailing on his jacket yet but I think it looks good right now eh?” Evie looked over to you for approval, to which you nodded.

“it looks really good and extremely dashing~” you purred, giggling as a nice spread of pink grew on Harry's face. Evie clapped in excitement, walking over to her dress rack, pulling off a long red dress, and holding it out to you.

“Okay, your turn!” you nodded and stood, brushing your hand with Harry’s as you passed by him, you grabbed the dress and slipped into the bathroom, the lock clicking after you closed the door. He smiled and moved to stand on the pedestal in the middle of the dorm at Evie's request.

Evie proceeded to stick pins and small pencil marks on Harry's jacket, the only thing on the outfit that needed fixing left “hard to believe that Cotillion is only three days away” Evie muttered, grabbing her clipboard and writing down more notes.

“aye, still hard ta believe sometimes that we're in Auradon, sometimes I wake up and think I’m on da’s ship” Harry sighed, shrugging out of the jacket as Evie pulled at it “along with the lass, never in my life would I think I would end up with someone like ‘er” Evie glanced at him, a brow raised.

“someone like her how?” Evie asked, setting down her clipboard and grabbing the gold pattern and setting it on the jacket, muttering to herself about where each one was going to go.

“well, I never thought I'd end up with someone in general” Harry chuckled “but, she's….I just-ug, she's jus’ fuckin’ amazin’ Evie, she listens to me no matter what time it is, she can keep up with me In more ways than one, Gil likes her, she can easily kick my ass. She's sweet, kind, harsh, sarcastic, takes no shit, and is just-gah, she's fuckin perfect” Evie giggled at the dreamy look on Harry's face as he babbled about you.

“I know Harry, I see and interact with her daily. She's quite the person, and I’m glad to be her friend…and on her good side” Evie snorted, remembering the nice bruise on Chad's face after he had insulted the vks once again after Ben's coronation.

“aye, wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that glare” Harry chuckled, shivering slightly, even Maleficent herself had faltered at it.

Harry felt his breath escape him as you stepped out of the bathroom, the smooth fabric of the dress flowing around you. “lass, I-wow” Harry whispered, stepping down from the pedestal and walking over to you, hands hovering over yours.

You giggled, reaching up and cupping his face “good to know you like it” you hummed, patting his face and stepping around him, standing onto the pedestal with Evie's help, letting her move you about to get her last measurements and set in more pins. You looked behind you, giggling at Harrys wide-eyed stare at you, eyes drifting up and down, catching on every fold and cascade of fabric. “you really like it that much?” you hummed, slightly embarrassed from his stare as you felt your face heat up the longer he looked at you “Harry?”

“uh” a goofy grin spread on Harry's face “yeah”

Evie giggled at the two of you, pinning another fold into to waist of your dress. “you two are adorable, now Harry you can go ahead and get back into your normal clothes while I finish up with (y/n)” Harry stared at you for a moment longer before shaking his head, quickly backing up and knocking into Evie's table, he stumbled for a moment and bolted into the bathroom, leaving you and Evie to laugh.

“He is adorable” you giggled, flattening down the front of your dress as Evie walked around you, muttering measurements and little edits to herself.

“and as I said two seconds ago, you two are adorable together” Evie laughed, grabbing a silver ring and attaching it to the point on your sleeves and sliding it onto your right hand's middle finger.

“thanks” you hummed, letting her grab your other hand and redo the process. The rest of the fitting was filled with simple small talk, the amazing story of how Lonnie got Chad kicked out of the roar team earlier that day, and how much Evie was going to earn from cotillion.

“oh, that reminds me, how much are you charging for the dress?” Evie smiled up at you.

“you’re my friend (y/n), free of charge” you stared down blankly at her, moving your hand to rest on her shoulder.

“uh, no, nada, not happening, how.much.are.you.charging.” Evie rolled her eyes and smiled, forcing your hand away from her shoulder.

“and I will say again, you’re my friend, and it's free of charge, just like Mal’s, jay’s, Carlos’, Gil's, and Harry's, all free of charge.”

“you’re charging Ben” you countered, crossing your arms, she waved you off.

“oh, I also offered no charge to him, but you know how he is, he'll just slip it in my locker after the fact, so it's just less of a hassle to charge him” you snorted, nodding along.

“that sounds like Ben” you muttered, hopping off the pedestal with Evie's help and walking in front of her tall mirror “damn Evie, I do look good”

“glad to know you like it!” Evie chirped, clapping her hands. She walked over to the bathroom and was about to knock but harry quickly opened the door and raised his brow “(y/n) needs to change back into her clothes”

He nodded and sidestepped her, letting you get into the bathroom, the door closed behind you and Evie walked back over to her table, smiling as Harry set down the pile of cotillion clothes on top.

“Thanks, Harry, I’ll deliver it to your dorm the day of cotillion” Harry nodded, leaning back at crossing his arm

“sounds good” Harry turned his attention to the tv, where once again Mal's tv spot was playing.

Harry sighed, closing his eyes and rolling his neck. “ready to go?” Harry's eyes flashed open and looked over to you, a smile on his face.

“aye” you held out your hand and harry intertwined his fingers with yours. “see ya, princess” “bye!” Evie chirped, waving her fingers before going back to her work.

“so, dinner?” you glanced at your phone and shrugged.

“Let's go chill in my room for a bit, then we’ll head out” Harry nodded and maneuvered his arm over your shoulder, your fingers detaching from his.

“sounds perfect love” You smiled and bumped your head into his shoulder, enjoying the simple walk back to your dorms.

-end of part 3-

Here it is! Part 3~ yeah so, Chads a dick, and I still think he could’ve been a “better” character, but I’m trying to keep to characters while just giving them better character development, and I might be planning to use chad differently in d3 rewrite since Audrey will have a different plot in it (that is if I ever write a d3 to this) anyway I thought that “no girls” rule bullshit was well…bullshit so I made it an old print and Lonnie take chads place on the team because….its better than that rule-bending stuff and her becoming captain, because if its “girl power” why did she need jay to give up his spot as captain for her to be on the team? In this its her skill that earns her a spot after chad makes a bet.

Also, Jane is working on gaining the boys and (y/n)s trust after the family day/coronation incident, and Harrys pretty chill with her, (y/n) has considered her a friend again but is wary of her around gil, and Gils feelings of jane have yet to be revealed.

Also, next chapter, the sea queen returns~~~~

oh! also, the cotillion looks~

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smilebouquet · 3 years

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somewhere to go, someone to love

my secret santa gift (@ducktalessecretsanta2020) for @kvanderquack!! i’m sorry for tagging again after i already sent my gift via dm-

also on ao3!!

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For as long as Lena lived (all fifteen years), she’d always been alone. She was born alone on the heights of Mount Vesuvius, from the remnants of her Aunt Magica’s shadow. She travelled to Duckburg alone, with no one to keep her company other than the voices in her head and the harsh whispering of her shadow. She bore the brunt of Magica’s lashings and whining alone, hurt and angry and bitter.

A happy family felt like such a foreign concept to her. Magica was always her one and only kin, the only person who had a connection to her. And she hated every second of it. If having just one aunt was so exhausting, imagine having two aunts. Imagine three. Criticizing your every move. Yelling at you for screwing up. Demanding nothing but obedience and respect and returning none of it.

Lena didn’t think she would be able to take it. Family just didn’t sound like something she’d like.

That’s what she thought, anyway, until the Sabrewings took her in.

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Lena can’t sleep.

Or to be exact, she can’t sleep peacefully. Ever since she came back to the land of the living, she’s been having dreams. Dreams where she found herself running from her. Into the woods, where the screeching of bats rang in the air, and the ground was muddy and made each consecutive step heavy. Or within a mansion suspiciously similar to Scrooge’s, her voice bouncing off the walls and getting closer and closer until they were literally screaming into her ears. She could do nothing but run.

She never dared to look back, but Lena always managed to glimpse her in the corner of her eye. The swish of a velvety black cape. A gloved hand, reaching out to snatch her. A flash of purple magic.

Lena always manages to wake up before Magica could grab her and do god-knows-what. She would always be grateful for the fact that she awoke easily. But every dream ended in To Be Continued — never The End — and Lena didn’t want to know what The End would look like, because she has the sinking feeling that it won’t be a Happily Ever After.

Tonight is no different. She’s staring up at the ceiling of Violet’s room, letting the muffled snores of her roommate fill the still air. It’s getting increasingly hard to stay awake, and she isn’t sure how much longer she can take it.

Sighing, she rolls out of bed and leaves the room, making sure the door creaked as quietly as possible and that it clicked shut. She heads down the stairs and into the living room. A bookshelf stands in the corner, filled with all sorts of books from encyclopedias to photography books.

Lena instinctively grabs a cookbook (and accidentally knocks off a few more, but she’ll deal with them later) from the second topmost shelf. Yellow sticky notes jut out of the pages, all written on with dark purple ink. Walking into the kitchen adjacent, she flicks on the light, then flips the book open. Vanilla Cake, reads the title in big bold letters, followed by the exact quantity of ingredients needed and the instructions on how to bake one.

This should keep her up until tomorrow.

"...Lena? Shouldn't you be in bed?"

She freezes. Ty is standing at the door, a wooden baseball bat loosely held in his grip. He chucks it aside and steps into the kitchen.

"Hey." She waves half-heartedly with a sheepish smile. "I, uh, couldn't sleep."

"And you're in the kitchen with a cookbook, why?"

Because Aunt Magica haunts my dreams every night and I don’t wanna deal with it anymore?

“...I wanted to do something nice for my friends for once, so I thought baking a cake for our sleepover would be neat?”

Ty’s gaze flickers between Lena and the clock currently showing 12:59. He pinches the area between his eyes. “Lena, it’s late. I think you should go to bed—”

“No!” He flinches. Lena’s eyes widen. “I mean— no, I can’t go to bed until I finish this cake!” she backtracks, her voice cracking. Her heart is pounding. She can't go to sleep, she can't...! “If you help me, I’ll go to bed sooner! Maybe!”

Ty scratches the back of his head. “Well, Indy’s the dad who bakes, not me... but I suppose I can try.”

Relief washes over her. She flashes him a tired smile, handing him a bowl and some measuring cups. “Thanks.”

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“We’re back!”

Indy looks up from the couch. “Welcome back. How was your sleepover?”

“Pleasant,” Violet replies, already halfway up the stairs. “Ate some cake. Played a video game. Saved Lena from getting dragged into a mirror and possibly losing her within a lucid dream to the witch responsible for the shadow war several months ago. The usual.”

“Sounds nice,” Indy remarks. Then did a double take. “Wait, what?”

Ty laughs, following after Violet. “It’s a long story. Took the whole car ride for them to finish telling it.” Indy glares after him, but shrugs and returns to his book.

Lena drops her own bag on the floor and flops onto the couch with a heavy sigh. She could shower or whatever later. Right now she just wanted to rest.

“Long day?” Indy asks, barely moving from his position on the right side of the couch.

“Kinda. I’ve been through worse, though.”

There's a beat of silence.

The unspoken Like what? hangs over her head uncomfortably. Is this the part where she spills her entire life story? Should she play it off as a joke? Would it be wise to pretend she hadn’t said anything? She can feel Indy’s stare on her shoulder, burning like a pair of red-hot lasers—

He either noticed her discomfort, or is really good at reading minds, because he hums quietly and says, “You don’t have to elaborate.”

“...Ah. Right. Okay.” She sits upright, then lets out a short laugh. Her eyes wander over to Indy, who’s still reading his book with a content look on his face. “What is that?”

Indy shows her the book. There’s a bunch of pictures of Violet, Ty and Indy together. “It’s one of the family photo albums,” he explains. “Photography is one of my hobbies.”

Lena grunts in response, then peers at the photos more closely. “Is that Violet in the library?”

“Oh, that’s from the first time we visited the public library together. We had just moved into Duckburg, and wanted to do a little sightseeing. Violet insisted that we check out the library. That girl always did love reading. She gets it from Ty…”

They spend the rest of the hour looking through the photo album together. There’s a surprising amount of photos in this one tiny album, each preserving a special memory that Indy knows by heart and tells Lena about with nothing but fondness. She now knows that Violet used to take ballet classes (and hated it), has won at least two national spelling bees by the age of six, and is part of the Junior Woodchucks.

Photos from before Violet was born are also in it, located near the end of the album. Indy tells Lena that he first met Ty at a college entrance exam. They had entered the building at the same time, and Ty thought it would be neat to strike a conversation with him. They hit it off pretty much immediately, but forgot to ask for each other’s phone numbers before they went their separate ways.

“But you’re married now?!” Lena blurts out, jumping from the cough to point a shaky finger at him. “How?!”

He chuckles. “We met again at a supermarket several months later, I believe, reaching for the same can of beans. Ty’s first words to me ever since were ‘Holy shit, you like beans, too?!’ This time we remembered to exchange contact information, and here we are ten years later.”

“I— Wow.” Lena sits back down. “Some luck you have.”

“I wouldn’t call it luck,” he admits. His fingers gently caressing the old photo of them. “I like to think of it as fate. If we’re meant to be together, life will find a way to get us together.”

(Lena thinks about Webby.

She thinks about their “chance” meeting at the amphitheater.

She thinks about how she almost lost Webby by sacrificing herself to protect her.

She thinks about how lucky she had been that Violet was there in the library that day, reading a nerdy old book.

She inwardly decides that Indy is probably right.)

Once they reach the end of the album, Indy moves to close it. The corners of several photographs stick out from the side. Lena blinks.

“And those are?”

He looks down. “Oh.” Tucking them back in, he replies, “Those are some of the newer photographs. Haven’t gotten a new album for them yet, so I keep them here for the time being.” His fingers drum on the hard cover. “Come to think of it, I don't have any pictures with you yet. We’ll need to remedy that.”

“Hm, why?”

“You’re family, after all. I think you deserve a spot in the photo album.”

Family. She’s family. The thought of it makes her heart flutter.

It takes her a minute to realize Indy stopped talking, and is looking at her with the slightest hint of hesitation in his expression.

She beams at him. “That would be nice. You should get a new album first, though.” As if on cue, a photograph falls out. She picks up. “Hey, what about this one?” Indy lights up, and starts going into a tangent about the one time they lost Violet at Duckburg’s largest department store. As he does, she zones out for a bit, testing the name.

‘Lena Sabrewing’, huh… She can feel her smile widening. Sounds way cooler than Lena de Spell.

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This is terrible, Lena concludes.

They’re on the way to the Junior Woodchuck Campgrounds for Violet’s upcoming graduation. She’s a little hazy on the details, but she does know that each year only one senior junior woodchuck can become a senior woodchuck (“That’s dumb! Why can’t you all just become senior woodchucks?!” “Don’t question it, Lena.”), they decide who graduates with some sort of obstacle course, and Violet’s opponent this year is likely going to be Huey.

Lena also knows that the campgrounds are located waaaay out on some island in the middle of nowhere, and if she sees another “NOW LEAVING DUCKBURG” sign she’s going to lose it. She lets out a groan as she slides farther down her seat, watching the pine trees blur into a strip of green on the landscape. “Hey, Vi, how much longer ‘til we’re there?”

No answer.

“Vi?”

Again, no answer. Lena knows that Violet has a tendency to be quiet during car rides, preferring to admire the scenery as they drive, but Violet should’ve at least spared her a grunt at this point.

She decides to turn and look at her. Violet is staring at her lap, perfectly still. Her fists are clenched so tightly she can see the white knuckles beneath her purple feathers, and they’re trembling.

“Vi, what’s wrong...?” Lena begins to ask, and then immediately Indy’s voice from before echoes in her head.

“Third time’s the charm, right Vi?”

The gears click into place. Oh.

She inches closer to Violet’s side — as much as she can with her seatbelt on, anyway — and reaches out to place a comforting hand over Violet’s. The hummingbird looks up.

“Hey,” Lena says, “you’ll be okay. You’re the best nerd I’ve ever know. What’s Huey got, his stupid guidebook? You’ve got this.”

“Actually, the Junior Woodchuck Wilderness Challenge prohibits use of the guidebook,” Violet corrects, then sighs. “Sorry. I know you’re trying to comfort me, but I…” She trails off. “I know failing is natural, but it still terrifies me every single time.”

Silence.

Indy, from the passenger seat, pipes up, “Violet, you know that just being willing to go back and try again is… really brave, right? Yeah, failure is inevitable, and very terrifying, but not a lot of people are able to bounce back from it like you do.”

“What Indy said.” Ty peers at them from the rearview mirror and gives them a thumbs up. “We love you no matter what, and I bet you’re gonna crush the competition this year.”

“Yeah! What they said! You’re Violet Sabrewing. You brought me back from the Shadow Realm. If you can do that, you can do anything!”

Violet stares at her for a moment, then Indy, then Ty. Her eyes are glassy. She opens her fist to hold Lena’s hand and squeezes it weakly.

“Thanks,” she whispers, with a smile that doesn’t exactly reach her eyes.

...At least she’s smiling a little. Lena frowns, but gets an idea. She leans forward to ask Ty, “By the way, how long until we get there?”

“Five hours, I think,” Indy answers.

“FIVE HOURS?!” She can feel a vein pop in her head. Five hours. Five. Hours. It feels like she’s been in this stinkin’ car for decades already. Well, no matter.

She turns to Violet. “Alright, since we’re basically stuck here, why don’t I teach you how to smacktalk?”

Violet raises an eyebrow, clearly unamused. “Is that really necessary? Also, I doubt Hubert would appreciate—”

“Of course it is! And of course he won’t. You can’t have a healthy rivalry without a little back and forth! Where’s the fun in that?! Now, the key to good smacktalk is...”

She spends the rest of the ride lecturing Violet on the essentials of smacktalk (read: making most of it up as she went). As they drove, Violet’s shoulders began to relax and she allowed herself to laugh more, and Lena felt more at ease than she had in a while.

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Lena wakes up with a gasp. Frantically, she feels around. Her arms are intact. Her legs are still here. Nothing hurts. Phantom Blot isn’t here. Okay. It was just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream.

“Lena?”

“Vi?” Lena calls, but it sounds more like a choked sob. She’s suddenly acutely aware of the tears messing up her feathers and her pounding heart.

Violet sits up. “Another nightmare?” she asks, her voice quiet. Lena nods. She gets up from bed and leaves the room. Lena sits in the darkness, her hands gripping her knees tightly. Breathe in, breathe out.

Violet returns with a tall glass of water and hands it to her. Lena takes it and brings the glass to her beak. The water is cool and soothing.

“They’ve become increasingly frequent. Shouldn’t we talk to our fathers about this?”

“No,” Lena says immediately, finishing her glass and setting it on the night table with shaky hands. “I don’t want them to get worried.”

Violet gives her a glare that pierces even in the dark, then sighs.

“Very well.”

✿ — ✿ — ✿

On Christmas Day, Lena wakes up to Violet dumping a bucket of cold water over her.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Ack—! Violet, what the hell?!”

“Apologies,” Violet says, her tone betraying her words. She’s already dressed in a plain cream turtleneck. “You wouldn’t wake up no matter what I did.” She tugs at her sleeve. “Now, come. Fathers are already in the living room. You were literally the last to awaken.” Without waiting for a response, she drags her out of the room and down the stairs.

The living room feels… warmer than usual. There are string lights, giving out a gentle multicoloured glow, both around the Christmas Tree and hung up along the walls. Someone took the time to hang a wreath on every door in the house, each covered in mini ornaments and topped with a red bow. The bright orange fire in the fireplace is crackling.

Ty and Indy are already waiting, wearing matching Christmas sweaters. “Merry Christmas!” they greet, pulling the two girls into a hug.

“Merry Christmas,” Lena says back before pulling away. The cheeriness of the season was beginning to catch up to her. “So! What do we do first?”

“Well, the presents are under the tree but maybe eat breakfast first—”

Lena was gone the moment Ty said ‘presents’. She rushes to the tree and begins checking the tags for her name. Not that there are that many presents to check. Violet follows soon after with a much calmer demeanor.

She ends up with a limited edition of The FeatherWeights’ newest album from Ty and Indy (“How did you know they’re my favourite band?!” “Your shirt is all we needed to clue us in.”) and an exact replica of the Caw-nverse shoes she loves wearing. Violet receives two books — an encyclopedia the thickness of one and a half dictionaries about magic and a thinner book called Tales of the Peculiar.

She’s ready to head off to the dining table to eat when Violet stops her.

“Wait.” She pulls out a neatly wrapped present from her pocket and holds it out to Lena. “Here.”

“Wh— But I didn’t get you anything!”

“It’s okay.” Violet shoves the present into her hands. “Just take it.” Lena peers at her suspiciously before tearing the wrapping paper clean off and opening the box.

A dreamcatcher. The hoop used is a nice beige, and a flower-like design had been woven within it with colourful threads. White feathers suspended from twine, with beads adorning the strands at intervals, are attached to the hoop. Lena dangles the dreamcatcher above the box and looks at Violet questioningly.

“It may not be as beneficial as actual therapy since I couldn’t infuse it with any magic, but it should help keep the bad dreams at bay,” Violet explains. “Probably. I made it myself so it might not work.”

Lena stares at the dreamcatcher again. Upon closer inspection, the feathers and beads appear to be glued to the twine, and the twine was wound imperfectly around the base of the hoop. The flower design is also uneven, having slightly larger ‘petals’ on one side. She feels herself tear up. “Violet. This is the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for me.”

“I can’t believe saving you from roaming in the shadow realm for all of eternity isn’t the sweetest thing I've ever done for you,” Violet replies, completely deadpan. But the corners of her beak are twitching upwards.

“You wanted to summon evil spirits! I was a byproduct. It doesn’t count,” Lena jokes, putting the dreamcatcher away. She envelopes her in a crushing hug. “Thank you.” Her voice is wobbling. “This is just— It must’ve taken ages. Now I feel even worse for not getting you anything.”

Violet hugs her back just as tightly. “You’re welcome. Just make sure you get me my own personal library next year.”

As if your room isn’t filled with enough books as is, Lena thinks, but she can’t help but laugh.

Ty clears his throat. “This is great, but it’s already nine and you girls haven’t even had breakfast yet, so chop chop! We’ve got a whole day ahead of us.”

(They end up at the ice rink, where Lena learns that she’s actually terrible at ice skating. Violet offers to teach her like the Samaritan she is, but doesn’t hesitate to throw jabs at her incompetence. Fortunately, she’s not the only one who’s suffering, if Indy’s screaming and Ty’s guffawing are any indications.)

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In the first fifteen years of her life, Lena had been alone with no one to turn to. Being part of a happy family felt like something out of a movie or fairy tale. Happiness seemed like an unreachable dream.

But within two years, she found a best friend in Webby, a sister in Violet, and two dads in Ty and Indy. She found a family to call her own, one that loved her and made her feel good about herself. She was finally content.

The dreamcatcher and family photo hanging above her bed would need to be pried from her cold, dead hands.

#ducktales #ducktales secret santa 2020 #lena sabrewing #violet sabrewing #ty sabrewing #indy sabrewing #nayo makes her own food

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ketsuyuki-hibana-typed · 4 years

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Omggg I was so scared that your request gonna be closed. But it open. oMg. Ok, I’m here tp fullfilled my fantasy💕 Canwe pleaseeeee have Rengoku Kyoujurou x Little Sister Figure!Reader (Part 3) 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 Omg I just love how s/o went so well with the Rengoku family. I know this wasn’t meant to be parted. But still, I couldn’t. No rush. Take your time.💕 I know you still got lots of requests. I love to read those too💕💕💕💕

Me, on part 2: hahaha, this is cute, I’m kinda proud of this. I like to make it “hanging”, let’s just leave the rest to the reader. I dunno if this end works but-

Readers: *demanded for part 3*

Me: shit.

Rengoku Kyoujurou x Little Sister Figure (Part 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5

After the train incident, Kyoujurou retired and you continued your path as Pillar. Just say, you’re replacing him as Flame Pillar and started to take your own tsugako. He still taught his own students too.

Everything still the same, except Kyoujurou now wearing black eye patch

And one more.

You tend to avoid the “Be my wife” talks with Kyoujurou.

You still talked to him and be with him like daily basis, but every time he mentioned something about marriage, you always got an excuse to not talk about it.

“So, about the-”

“Ahh… I have something to do. Later, Aniki!!”

“Do you still consider about my-”

“Ops! I forgot that my tsugako waiting in the dojo now! Mustn’t be late!”

“Right, (y/n), which one do you prefer traditional or modern?”

“…what?”

“You know, the mar-”

“Waaah!!! I had to meet Oyakata-sama now. Bye!”

He’s actually mad towards his ‘little sister’

REALLY

PISSED

OFF

But he did his best to not show you his true emotion. The dark aura always emitted after you 'ran’ away from him. Senjurou could feel it, his big brother was angry. He already knew that Kyoujurou has confessed to you.

“Ani-ue, are you okay? Nee-chan probably still embarrassed about it. You confessed to her out of blue… And with straightforward asking too.” He comforted Kyoujurou who sulked in kotatsu. “What about, don’t bring it up for awhile, she’s uncomfortable.”

“I know, but at least, don’t ignore the conversation like that.” He put his chin on the table. Senjurou really reminded him of their father when they pouted.

“I will try to talk to her.” said Senjurou gently. “Maybe she’ll understand.”

Kyoujurou looked at outside, it’s snowy. He only could see white on the yard, and some vague lanterns lit up.

It’s really cold huh. I wonder where did she go, did she put on layers, he’s wondering.

When you went back home, he greeted you on the living room, cheered up and being sunshine big bro again.

You smiled and greeted him back. He caught you and covered you with his big body, along with his haori, made you seated on his lap, back to chest.

“A-Aniki?!”

“Kotatsu is the best- Uwah, cold.” He touched your cheek with his, rubbing it. He put your palm on his hands, tried to make it warm. “You didn’t wear extra layer?”

“Already did that. But it’s useless. I’m okay though, I like winter!”

“Huh…” He strengthened his embrace towards your cold body. You blushed and grasped on his arms.

“B- By the way, Aniki. Have you change your eye patch?”

“Not yet.” You turned around.

“Then let me treat it.” You stood up and disappeared from the door. You came back, bringing new patch and some oint treatment.

Slowly, you took off his old eye patch. You applied warmed wet tissue, smeared oint treatment with cotton on his left eye, dried it up again and put new eye patch.

He stared at you with his right eyes. Perfect, adorable, alluring, dazzling, fit to be my wife and mother of my children.

“Um, please don’t stare too much. It’s really embarrassing…”

“Haha! Sorry!”

It’s a shame that he had to hold his urge to marry her now.

“Done.” You slipped out his bangs. “Tell me if it’s not comfortable.”

“All is fine! Let’s sit and enjoy the-”

“Great, I’ll help Senjurou on the dinner.” You left him while carrying the treatments and old patch.

He sulked in the kotatsu again.

Yeah, you just avoided the topic, not his entire well-being. You still treated his wounds and else.

“Nee-chan, how is your works?” Senjurou peeled carrots.

“Good!” You put miso paste on your cooking.

“…if something make you uneasy because of Ani-ue, I apologize. It’s the first time he’s being eager like this.”

“It’s okay.” You shook your head. “I’m just… Surprised.”

“Nee-chan, do you love my brother?”

You stopped for awhile.

Did I love him?

Even though, all I do is regarding his position as my brother?

“I- I’m sorry, Nee-chan! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…”

“…still think about it.” You patted his hair. “I’m sorry, Senjurou. You had to deal with us like this.”

You couldn’t bring anyone more in your relationship. Like it or not, you had to think and resolve it as soon as you can

Kyoujurou never brought up about that proposal again, he still poured his affections towards you like always.

Until one night, when you were on your way headed to home, crow from headquarters was coming to you.

“Emergency! Emergency! Go to West Village! 2 Lower Moons spotted insight! Emergency! Emergency! 10 Kanoe were injured! 3 died!”

You gripped your sword. You sent a letter thorough your crow to Kyoujurou, told him that you will not be home tonight. Then ran to the said direction.

Kyoujurou received that letter, he clenched it.

“Lower Moon these days are getting stronger, it really troublesome.”

“Trust her more, Ani-ue. She’s Hashira too, just like you.”

You finally accomplished your mission, two Lower Moons were defeated. Kakushis were sent out to brought injured lower rank demon slayers.

You saw their corpses, they even didn’t have intact shape anymore.

“(y/n)-sama, we will help you to bury their bodies.”

“No need, I’ll do it alone. Just treat those who survived.”

“But, you have wounds too-”

“I’m fine. Now, go.”

“If you insisted…”

All of the small funeral works were done by you. You didn’t get disturbed by the cold feeling. You made sure that here is the best place for them to rest in peace.

“Thank you for your hard work. May we met again on yomi.” You clasped both of your hand and prayed in front of their tomb.

You walked away and headed home.

“Ah.” You didn’t realize there were injuries on your left stomach. It was small wounds at first, but looks like it’s widening. “I’m so careless. Maybe Aniki scolded me again.” You really thought you could hold it.

But suddenly, there was great blizzard coming on your way.

All you could see was white, it’s not even white, it became blurry. There were no shelters around. It became difficult for you to move forward, but you didn’t have any choice. You had to move or else, you die.

The wound on your left worsened, your fingertips became numb. Again, you forgot with the extra layer and now kinda regret not listening to Kyoujurou.

You used your sword as your crutch, helping you walk forward.

What is the worst case?

Ah, the grumbling sound behind you. You didn’t even had brief moment to react, snow slides collided with your body and dragged you down.

You’re panicking, tried to find oxygen with your lungs but it’s really difficult to even grasped on something. It made you upside down.

The slide finally stop, you just stayed on your place, with snow almost burying all of your body. Your face became numb and you couldn’t feel your outer body anymore.

You were facing towards the sky. It’s still blizzard.

You wanted to raise your hand or shouted for help, but you’re too weak and tired for doing so. The blood on your stomach became even worst, it started to permeate on the snow, and make it red.

'Am I dying here?’

Kyoujurou ever told you to stay calm in any state of death verge. So, you used his technique to breath calmly, trying to stop your own bleed

But it’s useless because the cut really deep right now. Instead of thinking your wound, you just let yourself to breath casually, simply to stay alive for a moment.

'Aniki… I’m sorry… If I didn’t make it…-No, you saved my life, I can’t let this chance slipped anymore. I had to stay alive.’

You knew that once you sleep inside this snow, you’ll die. But you had to do this to make your breathe stable.

'Because… I had to tell him my real feelings… I had to stay alive.“

You closed your eyes and fall into half asleep state, like frog on their hibernation. You still conscious, but you’re actually in verge of death and alive.

After some time, you heard a vague sound of your name being called. That must be Kakushi, you thought.

Looks like they found you, you could feel they digging up your body and took you out. They checked your breathe with their ears on your chest.

”….stil…brea…ang…on…“

You couldn’t hear what are they saying. They carried your body and you could feel warm blanket wrapped around your body.

'Warm.’ After that, you totally collapsed.

When you snapped your eyes open, you saw white ceiling. But you know this is not Butterfly Estate ward. You were asleep inside a white futon, not a bed.

Slowly, you looked at your right, there is tray with medicines and water-filled glass on top of it.

And you turned around to your left.

Wait, what?! Kyoujurou?! How did he come here?!

He sat with his leg crossed, his head bowed down, looks like he was asleep in that position.

You slowly pushed your blanket and sat down. You felt sting and sharp pain on your stomach. You covered your mouth, tried to hold your voice.

Fuh, you didn’t wake him up.

You moved towards him and scanned his face calmly. He still handsome and fierce as ever.

His cape dropped from his shoulder. You stood up and took the cape.

There’s blood stain on it.

'Is it mine? I didn’t see him injured. Then, the one who saved me wasn’t Kakushi?’

You’re putting back his cape on his shoulder, 'It’s cold. I wonder if the blizzard has stopped?’

”…yomoya, yomoya da.“

You jolted and jumped back to your futon, sitting on it.

"A-Aaa- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you up!!”

“I see you became energetic again!” He lifted his hand and put it on your shoulder. “If I didn’t receive your letter, you probably died now. That place is really dangerous on Winter.”

“Ahaha, yeah.” You chuckled in hesitant. “Thank you, Ani-”

“And also, how many times do I had to tell you to put on extra layers, you even refused Kakushi’s help, you already knew you wounded and yet, you still had the audacity?”

Uh-oh, this sinister aura. He probably smiled, but he really pissed right now.

“I’m sorry.” You looked down, playing with your finger. “I promised, I will not let my guard down anymore.”

“Then, it’s okay if you finally understand!” He stood up. “I will call the doctor, so, wait.”

When the doctor examined you, he told you that you probably died if in one minute, he didn’t come to save you.

“And you’re lucky, because your husband body felt like walking heater, so you stayed warm.” He laughed. “Good for you! Good for you!”

“…”

“Di- did I say something wrong?”

“Ah, no! It’s just… I’m not… His wife…”

“Not yet!” He grinned towards the doctor. “Even if she warmed by body heat, I’m still not succeeding to melt her heart.” You grabbed your blanket, and feeling your face burning. Kyoujurou, you prick!!!!

“Well, good luck on that! I shall take my leave now. Oh, (y/n), this is my house, so don’t hesitate to ask anything!”

“Sure, thank you.”

When he left, it’s just between you two now.

It became awkward.

“You should rest.” He started to cover you with blanket. “I’ll make sure no demon heading here.”

“Kyoujurou, wait!”

He surprised because you didn’t use Aniki. He paused his movements.

“About the- about your proposal…” You clutched onto your blanket. “I’ve thought about it.”

Ok, come on! Come on, me! You could do this! Don’t be so embarrassed!!

“Yes, I do.” You looked straight at his eyes, burning with passion. “Yes, I want to be your wife!!”

…

He suddenly tearing up.

“E- Eh? Whaaaaat??? Did I say something wrong?” You panicked and wipe his tears.

“No, that’s not it. I’m so happy!!” He cupped both your cheek and sticked his forehead with yours. “You’re so cute, I really want to attack you right now. But first, you should recover.”

He just looked straight at your eyes, intensely. You grabbed his hand which cupped your cheek.

Something really made both of you inside your own world. He moved himself towards you, you closed your eyes.

And then, lips meet lips. He felt your lips so smooth and soft. He didn’t bring you in rough kiss. Only gentle and deep kiss.

He broke his contact when the lung ran out of oxygens.

“That’s… My first kiss…”

“Me too!” He giggled. “I didn’t know it felt really good with you.” You blushed again.

“Uh…”

“Now, you should rest.” He covered you with your blanket. You pulled his haori, while averting your eyes.

“Can you- Can you sleep with me?” He blinked twice and his mind goes nyooooom

“O- Of course, hahaha!!” He tugged himself beside you. He turned and faced you. “I won’t do anything weird. So, rest.” He pulled you into his chest, kissing your forehead

'Warm.’ You thought again and slowly drifting away.

The news of him proposing to you were spread like plague. Everyone congratulating you.

“I know you’ll end up with him!”

“Hah, sister-brother my ass.”

But there’s one obstacle both of you had to fight before wedding.

Yes, traditional engagement. Kyoujurou had to ask your parents, asking if they really let you marry with him.

But, you didn’t have parents anymore, right? That shouldn’t be a problem.

“What do you mean she didn’t have parents. I’m literally her father.” Shinjurou looked down at Kyoujurou.

Ah, yes. Shinjurou really didn’t let this slip huh.

“Then, what should I do?” Kyoujurou asked Shinjuro

“Ask me.”

Sounds simple. Kyoujurou was really confident. He bowed down deeply towards Shinjurou

“Father, I loved her ever since we met. I promised to take care and protect her. With my deepest heart, please let me marry her.”

“Rejected.”

“What?!”

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psychewithwings · 4 years

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I AM SAITAMA TRAIN THINGY ANON AND I JUST FOUND THE POST TY I LOVED IT— you write him so well i loved it sm sm sm. you up for more saitama sometime? :0 i forgot if you’re taking actual requests i’m gonna go check that

THEY ARE OPEN YES

consider: reader gets hurt fighting a villain (or smth) and saitama brings them back to his apartment. but!! he only has one bed >:)!! so they get the bed and he sleeps on the floor lmao. just sorta fluff :D? fluff for saitama? maybe they confess in the morning?? :D??? or just fluff headcanons (i didn’t wanna just ask for fluff headcanons because that’s pretty vague and shit :’D) whatever you’re up for!! ty for being a sick ass writer

Oh my honey bunny!!!! You are so very sweet AH! This legit made my dayyyy!

Im in love with these Saitama requests bc I’m in love with him, he does not get enough credit omggggg. (Also I’m so sorry this took me a hot sec to write, this request just deserved so much care because it was so genuinely sweet, I hope you like baby xxxx)

You were badly beaten up, bruised, and just all around embarrassed. You’d fought so hard, struggling to keep the toothy sewer monster away from the surrounding houses. The icy rain was coming down hard, making it difficult to see. It had flung you down on the ground, taking all the air from your body. Then Saitama knocks it down with a single punch... Yeah, you felt great. You were staring at him now, half with gratitude and half with the realization that you weren’t as strong as you thought you were. He smiled at you, when you blacked out.

You woke up, in an unfamiliar space. Your head was throbbing intensely. You tried to sit up and you groaned and clutched the side of your head, feeling how matted your hair was. “Here,” you watched through half lidded eyes as Saitama rose and grabbed you a glass of water. He dropped a tablet into it and you watched it fizz, the bubbles scattering around the water. He sat next to you, and even though your hand was on the glass, he didn’t let go of it. You took two long drinks, then handed the glass back to him. “You know, if you weren’t a hero who just saved my life, that would look pretty bad,” you said gesturing to the fizzing tablet. Saitama’s eyes got wide, “oh no, it’s- it’s just- dammit! It’s just something for head aches...” he said finally. You chuckled softly, you’d never seen him so flustered before.

Saitama was sitting on the floor watching tv. It was driving you crazy, he’d left without a single scratch and you’d passed out. Having to be saved infuriated you, but you didn’t want to be ungrateful to all his help. “My headache is feeling better, thanks.” Saitama smiled at you from his spot on the floor. He turned on the television and scanned the news. There was something happening a few cities over, it seemed pretty big and no heroes were there to help. Saitama rose, “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled as he left the room.

You couldn’t be mad at him for leaving you. It wasn’t his job to take care of you... The front door opened and shut and your heart sunk a bit. Was Saitama your friend? Sort of? He never spoke to you very much and his few word responses made it difficult to continue a conversation. But he had always given you a soft smile. It was so confusing.

The front door opened again and Saitama returned with a plastic bag, written on the side was THANK YOU with a smiley face. “Soup?” he offered. You laughed, scrunching your brow... this man was hard to read for being one so straight forward. “I figured you left to go fight whatever that was in City X... not bring me soup.” He sat and began to take the containers from the bag. “Oh, I did,” that’s Saitama for you I guess, “but then I saw the delivery guy at the door and figured I shouldn’t let you eat alone, so I let someone else to take care of it.” He handed you a container of soup and a plastic spoon. Saitama flipped the television back on, “let’s see how they're doing huh?”

“BREAKING NEWS, IT’S HEADED FOR THE POWER LINES IN CITY-” That was when all the lights went out. You could here him sigh in the darkness. “You don’t have a flashlight do you?” he asked. You softly replied, “no.” He said nothing but you heard him get up off the floor and stumble somewhere, there was rustling, then clinking, then a click, then a soft light. It was one of those home made, wine bottle oil lamps. He placed the light in the middle of the floor. It was only at that moment you realized you must be in Saitama’s bed. It was simply a mattress on the floor. It was however incredibly comfortable. The comforter was soft and crinkly. He only had one pillow but it was fluffy. “Do you want to play cards?” he offered, presenting a fresh deck. You nodded and he began to deal. He had beaten you at Go Fish 3 times before you suggested another game. Slap Jack was probably the wrong choice considering there was now a hole in his floor, but you’d both gotten a good laugh out of it and simply allowed the mattress to rest above the hole. The laughter from the Slap Jack event sparked the first real conversation you two had ever had. You found out that Saitama was funnier than you thought. The laughter evolved into more meaningful discussions about childhood and lost loves, and finally evolved into nothing at all, like what animals must think when humans change their clothes all the time... With all the talking you were starting to feel worse, weaker, which you resented. You pushed through, because more than anything, you were enjoying talking to him, getting to know who he really was other than this super powerful hero.

It was getting late and you went from feeling bad to feeling like death. However, you wouldn’t be telling Saitama that. Rest, that’s all you needed, yes. “You take the bed, I’ll sleep here,” he whispered. “What? No, I should go home, it’s fine.” He gave you a serious and semi annoyed expression, “do you think you could get yourself home?” Even though the tablet had eased the pain, it didn’t stop the chills, or the joint aches, or the room from spinning. “No...” you admitted reluctantly. “That’s what I thought.” He retrieved a towel and his red cape and made them into a pillow and a blanket. You’d both been laying in silence when you started to feel like you were freezing. You were underneath all the blankets, shivering. “Y/n?” he asked to your covered shape, “are you okay?” You shifted, which sent chills through your body. You heard him move towards you and he placed his hand on your forehead. “You’re sick, fever probably,” he moved and he placed the towel and his cape over you. He moved back towards the floor but you weakly caught his hand. “Do-do you think you could lay with me?” You rolled to look at him and his eyes were big, soft, watching you carefully, with concern. He climbed onto the small mattress beside you and gently laid his arm over your waist, pulling you into him. The warmth from his body, radiating through your back, and the light rise and fall of his breath lured you to sleep.

You awoke with the sun pouring through Saitama’s blinds. You were all sweaty, your fever must have broke in the night but Saitama was still holding onto you. You stirred, trying to give him space but he pulled you closer, “are you feeling any better?” he asked. “Yes, much,” you turned now to face him, “thank you.” Then he did something completely unexpected, he pressed his lips to your forehead then ran his hand down your cheek, “of course.” As soon as he did it, his eyes became wide, “I-I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have-” You took his hand and kissed each of his fingers. There wasn’t anything to say. Some things were best left unspoken. He simply closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to yours.

#saitama #one punch man #fluff #fluffy #marshmallow fluff

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HS^2 bloggin’ mainline 2020-05-19

Figured an upd8 was coming, it’s felt like enough time has passed for one.

Huh, looking at my last post I’d completely forgotten I was supposed to play through Pesterquest sometime... work is busy and stressing me out a bit, I’m not sure when I’ll have the energy on the side to do that. (Maybe I’ll livetweet it like I did Undertale a while ago, but this time not looking at my twitter replies so I don’t get spoiled by One Guy™?)

Also, including bonus commentary on A Threat Sensed.

Okay, going in completely blind. I’d guessed from context that we’re hopping over to Meat side to get a chapter there before we can come back to actually see Yiffy?

Yep. Okay, what is this about exactly?

(Agh, dammit, I’ve been copying and pasting so much at work remoting into Windows lately that now I’m automatically trying to hit control-C instead of command-C to copy.)

> CHAPTER 9. How Goes The Eulogizing, Dear?

CONTENT NOTE: This chapter contains Child Abuse.

Which one???

Wait

JANE: (Where is he?) JANE: (It's a question I've found myself asking many times in recent days.)

Holy SHIT we get two Candy chapters in a row??? So we might see her right away?? No, it’s gotta just be another tiny glimpse.

(Has two Candy chapters in a row happened before? Future Boots, scroll back up and put this here. FUTURE BOOTS: “I forgot to scroll back up and put that here.” EDIT: Also, not the first time with two in a row, but it IS the first time with THREE in a row, huh.)

So Jane has to be talking about either Tavros or Dave. --Oh, if this was a Candy Side chapter title, I guess Rose or Jade is eulogizing Dave for John?

> (==>)

JANE: (Where now is our merry savior?) JANE: (Where is the horn that was honking?) JANE: (Where is the cape and the codpiece, and the...) JANE: (The...) JANE: (Oh, fiddlesticks.)

What? Is she reading a childrens’ book? --Oh. She’s eulogizing Gamzee. So that gives us a third option, where the rebellion crashes the funeral somehow, probably audiovisually rather than in person. (Which would make sense, given Candy practically began with Gamzee crashing Dirk’s funeral.)

> (==>)

Ah never mind, she’s still writing it.

That sure is a single button drama-remote that’s going to be pressed at some point. Oh, and who the fuck keeps a spork in a pen cup??? --No no, don’t say it’s one of those pens with a spork at the eraser end, either ready-made or rubber-banded to the side. That would make sense. You totally know it isn’t that and is just a spork.

JANE: (Okay, poetry is out.) JANE: (What else?) JANE: (Hrm...) JANE: (I've always been pretty good at crying on cue.) JANE: (Could I try staging an emotional breakdown?) JANE: (That could work; playing to people's humanity.)

Why were you crying in Jake’s arms about his death if you didn’t care that much? Did you just want him to hold you and kinda make him feel in on things again? Or did you just cry yourself out about him?

JANE: (Or whatever is the more inclusive term.)

I bet the rest of Earth C figured out a more inclusive term millenia ago FUCK I accidentally added millennia to my dictionary misspelled instead of correcting it hold on--

...There, killed the entry for it. ...Huh. Take a look at my Chrome dictionary’s custom-added words over the years, apparently:

Caliborn Eridan Kanaya Matriorb Meenah Tavros alchemiter dichotomic nephilim reblogged uncaptchalogues uncaptchaloguing

That’s fun.

Okay back to reading. Millennia. Phew! Where was I.

JANE: (One really good and calculated weep could do it, I think.) JANE: (But then there's the danger that I might get carried away and do it for real.) JANE: (And I can't risk that.)

So still feeling something, just too used to calculating over the past years.

JANE: (What can I say about him that will stir up their emotions?) JANE: (Do I mention the stuff about the milk?) JANE: (Think Crocker, think.)

WHY would you-- how much did Gamzee normalize adult breastfeeding?!

JAKE: Ahoy over there!

Not the best time.

(The thing with the divorce papers from the Epilogue and John implying he was planning with Jake to execute something that sounds like a divorce... is that going to be sprung here? Did her lawyers send the divorce papers way back when she was in a fit of pique, and he just had them available to sign now at the tactical moment? Or... let me pull the exact text...)

JOHN: now, harry anderson, i know that you and tavros haven't always gotten along. JOHN: but i am going to have to ask you to try and look out for him for the time being. JOHN: your uncle jake and i... well, i'll explain later. JOHN: let's just say that gamzee isn't the only family member jane is losing today.

(So is John going to submit the papers? Or did they already go through a while ago and default custody to John or something who’s going to adopt him too or some nonsense? And did he plan this out with Jake NOW, or a while ago, and if only a while ago, is Jake going to KNOW whatever John’s about to pull in that respect is about to happen??)

> (==>)

Butte

Janepalme

> (==>)

JAKE: Er... how goes the eulogizing, dear?

Gah. I completely forgot again that capitalized-first-letter chapter names don’t mean KANAYA is saying them. That probably makes a lot more sense out of my wondering about the chapter title earlier to those of you who didn’t realize I was making that mistake.

JANE: It turns out that it's mighty difficult to find touching things to say about a person, the relationship with whom was predicated on deep-seated mutual loathing.

Hah!

--A loathing you regarded as largely more important to you than Jake ever was, by the way. You asshole.

JANE: I imagine this is one of the reasons no funerary tradition was ever established on Alternia, besides the barbarism of their culture. DIRK: Jesus christ. JANE: Not only did a significant proportion of their interpersonality depend on romance in the form of hatred, but it was a society based on cruelty and violence. JANE: What reason could they have had to provide for the dead? JANE: What kind of last rites could they have even imagined?

I wondered for a moment why (bg!)Dirk of all people would react to a single line of her starting to bring up prejudices, but then I realized that (1) Brain Ghost Dirk is a little more Jakey, and (2) Dirk knew that more ranting would follow the first line.

JANE: I can't think of anything good to write about him because deep down, I hated his guts. JANE: But he was and is beloved of the multitude, so I have to think of something regardless. JAKE: Im not sure i understand. JANE: Don't worry your pretty little head about it. JANE: This is politics, Jakey. JANE: Lying through your two front teeth about people you hate is about as good a definition as it's possible to get. JANE: But, by gum, is it tiring work.

Mm. It’s a position Jane put herself in, but it’s still a legitimate position once you’re there.

JANE: The funeral is tomorrow, after all.

Got it.

DIRK: Dude, the bowl. JAKE: Hm? JAKE: Oh, right. JANE: What is it now, Jake. JAKE: I brought something for our guest as well. JANE: You mean the prisoner. JAKE: Y...es.

Wait, bowl?

Oh god damnit which of you had the idea to feed her with a DOG BOWL. Either of you could have thought of it, and either of you would be horrible for it.

> (==>)

Huh, that outfit on Yiffy looks familiar, like a reference to something. And a black tail? This definitely isn’t quite the look I was expecting from Jade Plus Rose, but I suppose the snazzy tie is a Roseish vibe. Also reminiscent of Jade’s old Dead Shuffle dress. Formal wear and soccer cleats??

JANE: She's over in the corner. JANE: Don't worry, she won't bite. JANE: I've seen to that already.

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN. I don’t see anything over her mouth! Did she stick something in it, or drug her? File her fucking teeth???

I mean I did forget the Child Abuse trigger warning to be fair. Hoping whatever would be on her mouth is just not shown in-panel yet for stylistic reasons.

> (==>)

JAKE: Its only mac and cheese, sorry. JAKE: Its all I know how to make, haha. JAKE: ... JAKE: I um... hope you can safely partake of cheese? JAKE: ... JAKE: Well, JAKE: Bon appetit.

How the fuck did Jake eat on his island then? --Oh right, preserved food cans that Grandma Jade stored up, I think I remember. Why would cheese not be a thing for them, if it’s fine for Jade? I know he’s probably not just worried about lactose intolerance.

Either way, if she’s drugged here, that’ll mean we won’t get a good idea of her for a while, so which is it...

> (==>)

DIRK: Bon appetit. DIRK: Seriously dude? JAKE: (What? Did i pronounce it wrong?) DIRK: Jake. DIRK: You put the food in a fucking dog bowl. JAKE: (It was all there was, ok???) JAKE: (I feel awful enough as it is without you getting on my case about it.)

Ah, missed the bone pun. AND, yeah, Jake, you’re a fucking idiot, you could have put it in a cup or something.

JAKE: (So far ive yet to see anything come of that brilliant plan of yours.) JAKE: (Are you sure sending that message to the others was enough?)

Okay, so he IS coordinating this slightly.

> (==>)

Horrifying image to contemplate, eh Jane?

Or anger-inducing?

> (==>)

Seems about right!

> (==>)

Oh that’s a GREAT exasperated Jane face.

JANE: I hope you're not expecting dessert, young lady.

I like how Jane didn’t notice, comment on, or care about the bowl. How can you hate a kid so much??

> (==>)

Oh I know why I felt like I recognized the outfit style, it’s because it’s ANIME AS FUCK. Feels like some Persona 4 Arena nonsense, and I say that not having played any of those games or even remembering what they looked like. Also, white hair, black fur’d dog parts? Nice change of pace.

YIFFY: GRRRRRRRRR... JANE: Oh no you don't.

Red text? What color exactly... “#D00009”? Huh. That’s nowhere near Alt-Callie’s #FF0000, and darker than Dave’s #E00707. In fact, let me go back and check those spilled color pins the commentary pointed out from an update or two ago... no, the red pin is #E63225, closer to Dave’s color. (Also, is Yiffy blocking the doorway out? That’s a pretty slack chain then.)

Did Jane see to it that she wouldn’t bite with like, a water spray bottle?

(EDIT: Oh my FUCKING GOD, THAT's why it's #D00009...)

> (==>)

FUCK I didn’t notice the shock collar in the Yiffy image! FUCK YOU, Jane.

> (==>)

Keeping someone in line with collars, especially ones that punish whenever one strays out of line, has always been a decent way for her to mix in some Doomy control of others to show how she’s “grown” to balance her main role and her Tiara-controlled-like inverse for more power. Doom in part represents boundaries that you can’t cross without getting hurt or punished.

> (==>)

FUCK, those little buck teeth!? D’:

JANE: That's more like it.

She HAS to have more of a reason for hating her than hating her parents, right? Like, more than that and general racism applying to partdogfolk?

> (==>)

Hey fuck off with that!

> (==>)

This is a pretty cool ima-- are those piercings on her dog ear? I didn’t notice that in the first shot, neat.

JANE: You've been a thorn in my side ever since I agreed to enroll you at the academy, little madam. JANE: Back then, I was doing a favor for two old friends who made a disgusting mistake. JANE: I'm no longer going to play nice with you just because of your parents, however. JANE: That truce is over. JANE: Do I make myself understood?

What the fuck? WHY would you do that? Why does Jane run "Ms. Paint’s Home for Inconvenient Girls”? What did Yiffy do to piss her off so much there, how much trouble could she have caused?

I don’t know if she’s referring to the behind-Kanaya’s-back part as disgusting or she’s just being MORE racist.

> (==>)

JANE: We don't want you passing out during the ceremony, do we?

Oh, just showing the hostage off during the clown funeral, huh? Classy much?

> (==>)

JANE: Now, be a good hostage and get some rest, Yiffany dear. JANE: We've got a big day tomorrow.

For a politician, Jane’s not good at looking at herself in a mirror.

> (==>)

JANE: Night night. JANE: Hoo hoo.

> (Yiffy: Lights out.)

Huh, dream stuff is gonna be relevant out in Candy then? *click*

Okay, dark background all of a sudden. Properly dramatic? You even have to highlight the non-link “>” part of the Next link to see it.

> (==>)

-- thespiansGlamor [TG] began pestering adamantGriftress [AG] --

Well, I don’t know WHY it’s happening, but the white-backed pesterlog suddenly on the dark site framing is certainly evocative. Of like, a mood, or something.

TG: i thought he was pretty quiet down there. TG: we'll make a rebel of him yet! AG: Lol. AG: I think it's more that he can't sleep. AG: I know how he feels. TG: yeah. TG: today was a lot. AG: ... TG: do you wanna talk about it? AG: Ugh, not you as well.

It’s really jarring to transition between Homestuck’s “kids jarringly mentally resistant to freaking out about the end of the world” to HS^2′s more realistic “kids traumatized by their first firefight even though it was an overwhelming victory-escape”.

TG: but seriously, do you? AG: Not really. TG: not even about... you know? TG: her? AG: No. TG: ... are you sure? AG: A8solutely. AG: What are you, my moirail? AG: Just leave it, Harry. TG: ok.

Are they about to have an “I wonder what Yiffy’s like” talk?

> (==>)

Very similar Tav/Vrissy convo to the previous one.

GG: I havent ever shared a bedroom before,,, GG: Not even for a slumber party,,, AG: Tavvy, you are just a8out the saddest person I've ever met.

Well, we have an even better idea how horrible Jane can be with kids, now. From Nanna to THIS is quite jarring. I wonder how the double Nannasprites that must still be around here somewhere feel?

> (==>)

TG: nothing about my dad is cute. TG: what are you even saying. AG: Lmao. TG: seriously! TG: i think he has something against that word, even. he gets super weird about it. AG: He's a strange and funny m8n. TG: yeah. TG: ... TG: i think something bad must have happened.

...um. What? Why would John have some sort of trauma about the word cute or being called it?

Did John dress up as a hint of his buried June ambitions as a kid and Dad lavish him with “SO CUTE” praise in an epic supportiveness backfire that caused him to shelve the idea of wearing non-masc clothes and being happier on the flipside of gender ever again??? Because if that’s how June gets canonized as promised, it’s a little harsher than the back of my mind was hoping. I guess it kind of had to be though from the premise of how it was read into his childhood for the original idea, though. Fuck, I hope this Cute business is about something different from that (like a Terezi reference or such) just to get less John Sads. (But still June. Definitely still want to get June.)

> (==>)

Oh, and now Vrissy is doing nothing but talking about what she said she didn’t want to talk about, of course. (Also I like how JANE’s now being called the Batterwitch.)

AG: And the worst part was they didn't even fight a8out it! AG: That made me madder than 8nything else. AG: It felt like I was the only person who even W8S mad! GG: I dont think thats true,,, AG: What would you know a8out it?! GG: Maybe nothing,,, GG: Sorry,,, GG: Its just,,, GG: To me,,, all the way through the conversation,,, aunt kanaya looked even angrier than you,,, AG: ... AG: Adults are so fucking weird.

Guh, I don’t want to be reminded how hurt a good chunk of the fanbase is by Kanaya getting hurt this badly.

Original Tavros was always SLIGHTLY perceptive of others sometimes, but maybe perceptiveness is being hinted at as a Tavros specialty? We still don’t know his classpect/hero-title or have any firm guesses based on purely him evidence. (Also, frightened kids of abusive households tend to learn to get perceptive pretty fucking quickly I hear.)

> (==>)

TG: dad was sitting in the cafeteria with aunt jade and your moms. TG: it looked like they were discussing something important... they were whispering and stuff.

[etc etc] Alright, the what-happened-to-Dave bit. And I imagine they’re kind of helping John grieve there, since Rose and Jade have talked that out already.

TG: aunt kanaya's was the only face i could see. TG: she was standing next to them, but she wasn't looking at what was going on. TG: almost like she couldn't bear to. AG: I doubt it. Kanaya's got a8out as much Emotivity as a very reclusive stone. TG: ok, i think that is bullshit but whatever. TG: she saw me standing there, but didn't say anything. she just shook her head slightly, and pointed back out into the hallway i came down.

Yep, giving them some space to grieve. Also-- gosh, shouldn’t Vrissy have the same emotive senses that Aranea implied Vriska shared with her? Kanaya isn’t that EXPRESSIVE but she’s certainly full of emotion. Also, I hope part of her not bearing to watch wasn’t lingering anger toward Jade and Rose mixing with that, but there probably was a bit of that too, though Dave being gone is so much harsher than that. --I just realized they might not have broken the news to Karkat yet, either.

AG: I guesadxcxzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz TG: vrissy?

Put to sleep by someone slumping down on your phone keypad, or surprised by something about the other conversation?

Oh shit, “other conversation” reminded me I didn’t look at Tavros’s chumhandle:

glutinousGymnast [GG]

HHHHHhhhhuh. Hm... huh? hhhh. huh? what, but. Why would. ?????

I really don’t understand what that chumhandle or any of its entendres should signify in this context.

Also, this means for our new four kids we have TG, GG, AG, and ??.

> (==>)

GG: I think she might have succumbed to sleep quite suddenly,,, GG: It would explain the,,,,,, interesting messages I've been getting for a while,,, TG: hehe. TG: i guess that tracks. TG: she does that from time to time.

That’s... strange. Homestuck’s taught us to be suspicious of that.

TG: ... TG: tav? GG: Yes,,, harry anderson,,,? TG: what does it feel like to know someone who's died?

Who is Harry referring to? (EDIT: Yes I know Gamzee for Tavros, but I meant Harry talks like he's worried he'll have to feel that way soon?) Is he just kind of inferring that something bad might have happened to Uncle Dave? Got that perceptive “parents are about to tell me about a death in the family” vibe? Or did he overhear more than he let on to Vrissy?

...alright, that’s the last page of this update. Looks like this chapter is going to continue to have a good bunch of grieving, or talk around it.

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Now for Bonus Commentary for A Threat, Sensed. For some reason I have a dim memory of like... reading this myself without commenting on it? Or skimming it? But I’m pretty sure I didn’t do that. Weird. Must have imagined doing it.

Ah, I think I saw the opening paragraph scrolling Patreon, and my mind kinda filled in the blanks, this is still looking new to me.

Okay, mostly banter and japes in the commentary here. About Dirk “throwing a huge tantrum in his philosophy cave”.

We’ve had quite a bit of speculation on whether this is “really” Andrew. To that, I think we’d say that it doesn’t “really” matter.

Really? That was speculated about? :/

Here we discover that Dirk has not, as some people have speculated, been directly intervening into the Candy timeline, or influencing it in any way. In fact, he has a very hard time seeing anything going on there at all.

Mhmm, and that was a pretty important thing to learn.

A couple of years ago I might have agreed with the take that everything happening in Candy is simply too outlandish to ever happen naturally, without direct, villainous interference, but that was before literally every fucking batshit insane thing that has happened on Real Life Earth started going down, and now I will believe literally anything.

This is a nice bit of distraction from the idea that at least the opening parts of the Candy story were written/narrated by Original, Alive Calliope over on meat side. To refresh your memory of what was pointed out to me:

ROXY: back when jade first got all effed up callie saw somethin and it made them freak out ROXY: it took me weeks to convince them that it was safe to come home ROXY: but now we got the opposite problem and they arent leavin the house at all ROXY: they stay home all day with the blinds drawn paintin some weird ass shit on the walls TEREZI: WH4T? ROXY: its not as bad as it sounds i promise ROXY: some of it is like ROXY: weird and violent?? ROXY: like lotsa nasty purple blood and um ROXY: nudity???? TEREZI: >:? ROXY: yeah yikes ROXY: but MOST of it is cute stuff like... various combos of all of us being happy and gettin married and shit ROXY: anyway thats kept callie kinda busy

Which tracks with the initial out-of-character-seemingness of almost everyone at the start of Candy, and how they kind of tried to railroad things back onto the “Happy??” track after Dirk derailed it with his weird self-accumulation suicide, along with some of the flowery-idyllic descriptions of characters seeing each other bathed in a halo of light and such.

Of course, they’re not going to out-and-out STATE that Calliope was at fault for that narration, helping the Candy story not necessarily fall out the way it did “naturally”, until we finally get a glimpse of her on the heroes’ ship in Meat probably still painting the continuing Candy events, inspiring them into the void of the singularity with her latent powers. Til then, it’s a bit of misdirection whenever the topic is to be brought up. Along with a mix of Roxy’s late-Candy point to John of more or less “why COULDN’T we have done this naturally? you don’t know”.

He might even think that he has more direct power over the narrative than Hussie does himself. Surprise, motherfucker, you are a fictional character.

I’ll quote this next part in full:

There’s been talk of whether or not this bonus was written in the two days between its release and the Yiffy reveal chapter. The answer is--no. It was written over a month ago. But I think the things it addresses were not difficult to suss out. Obviously, Dirk is highlighting the issues that the readership are having with Yiffy, in his typical Dirk fashion. If it seems a little defensive, well...I suppose it is. Yiffy is one of the two hard lines drawn in the sand, and all of us love her, and we’re hoping that everyone else will love her too. But more than that, it focuses on the fact that update culture has a rhythm to it--shock, revulsion, acceptance (or not), and then excitement (or not). Will it follow that pattern this time? Who knows. I guess we’ll find out.

Yeah, given what was going to be dropped on us I expected they would have had exactly this lined up, especially because Andrew specifically mandated Yiffy. --I wonder why they aren’t mentioning that somewhere in the commentary and only on one of their Twitters?

Also quoting this:

There’s something both incredibly “cringe” and self-indulgent, as well as philosophically intriguing, about the author arguing with his villain, especially since he’s writing both halves of the conversation himself. You are, for all intents and purposes, trying to solve a problem that you have created for yourself. You are looking an aspect of your personality in the eye and asking, hey, what the fuck, man?

But in the end, isn’t that what every story is? Trying to untie knots that you put in the rope yourself?

Since it’s part of the central struggle of this story, and kind of the question Andrew’s tried to imply with every Homestuck work about what right we have to keep these characters trapped in a story, and if they’d be better off escaping it.

I’m really trying to avoid quoting so much of this, since the commentary is paid... but I think we can make an exception here? I’ll have only quoted about half of it; just, the really plot-important half. Plus, I left out a LOOOT of japes.

Dirk has a certain idea of how stories are supposed to go. That’s pretty much what the Epilogues is about. The audience also has a certain expectation of how a story is supposed to go. In a way, the Epilogues were also about that. They were taking a story that had reached the traditionally “acceptable” happily ever after, and saying, wait, no. What happens next? Thinking past happily ever after in any story is a terrifying prospect. Once Cinderella marries the prince, what then? Sure, she got what she wanted, but who knows that it will be everything she dreamt it would? What if she changes her mind, if not today, what about ten years from now? What if the prince dies of malaria?

And I’m...

Yeah I don’t have anything else to add here, I’m kind of out of brain juice to think about this tonight. BUSY day I had. Y’all take care!

#Homestuck #hs2 #Homestuck Liveblog #upd8 #Homestuck^2 #bladekindeyewear #blastyoboots #spoiler #spoilers #Homestuck Commentary

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Trial of Skids part 8

Kraa waits until the circle almost disappear so when she sits down, it transfers her faster to the Trial.

She does not want to sit there and wait for the cool down.

The sensation of going to the Trials each times feel like tearing her shell (or body that Deafi likes to call it) apart, she can feel its ripping her cape away, her prop (tool).

Yet, those feelings she just has anticipated are what in her mind made up and not what she actually feels.

When the motion stops, Kraa senses the wind blowing through her hair, her outer shell (or skin for short, another word that Deafi made up). The smell of rotten water fills her nostrils and it’s coming from underneath the spot she sits.

Opening her eyes, the place is fill with high structures but less decoration, she can see the lines of wind going with pattern. It reminds her of that awful Realm she hates so much, at least this place is less colorful, less noise, less Sky Kids or Skids.

And up there, at the apex, a Star standing there and looking up at the Sky motionless. How ironic, Star that can’t return to the Sky because they need a shell to return to, to fly up. Yet, Sky Kids or Skids, are nothing more than a shell and they need Stars to fly but they will never fly high like The Stars, because a shell is always just shell.

Some Sky Kids or Skids even now try to do the impossible, to fly up high, to reach the Stars beyond their touchs.

Such ignorant creatures we are.

They just can’t be content and grateful for what they have until they consume everything, a shell with never ending void. Right now, she is content to make Deafi suffered going through this Trial.

“Why do you look at me as if I’m about to go through such trauma event?”

Of all the Skids she has to met, why does it have to be this idiot that is some what similiar to her, in thoughts and characteristics.

In short, they both have “shit” personality. Quotes Deafi.

“Come on, let’s go.” Deafi holds their hand out, waiting for Kraa but she refuses.

“Nope, you're gonna go through this yourself, also I’m blocking warp with you.”

“Wait, what!?”

“So good bye and go die, Deafi.” With that, Deafi stands there and watches Kraa goes head first. They did try to warp to her and no avail.

“Jeez, I can’t believe you left your date here!” From the distance, they can hear curse words.

Welp, better finish the trial, they feel like their body is about to collapse itself just by standing here.

They walk up to the small tomb stone look alike... and slip, like an idiot they are.

“Ok, maybe I should just, walk slowly? Yeah.”

With that in mind, they slowly walk to the destination safely.

“Yes! I did it!!!” Looking around, they found Kraa up there, she definitely shouts on purpose to let them know she is going fast and will soon leave them here if they don’t catch up quick.

Well, they just need to be careful and not slip while walking to-

Oh, nevermind.

The wind blow them down.

Great.

...

After so many pathetic attempts reaching to Kraa.

“Kraa! Can we use that not so actually secrect techniques that everyone knows to get to the top much quicker?”

Kraa, who has been sitting there, enjoying every moments of their frustration, lazily speak. "What? And ruining your misery? I don't think so."

Well, two can play that game. "Yea well, I did saw you also tried AND fail to get to the top, it seems like, you forgot to change your mask before coming here."

They know Kraa well enough that she won't be easily back down to such trivial task like The Trials. Kraa, despite being a sadist with natsy temper, has so much patient like a saint as long as said patient get her to her goals which usually about happy-go-pay-back times for her and bad lucks for others.

Unfortunately for her, she can't control her body very well in chibi form. Deafi saw it, the way she tried to clawed her mask off, scratched it to leave marks.

Kraa has done this trial and the thought she can't complete the trial that she had done easily before now in a blink of an eye, it pissed her off.

How funny it is, both of them are so different yet their thoughts are so much alike it scared others sometimes.

"I don't know if you want to make this quick or not but the ways I see, both of us are gonna go loco if we don't complete this trial or The Trials fast enough. Your natsy temper and my impatient, which ever goes first, is gonna blow the meters."

Right now, they need rational reasons to not blow this place up.

After some silence, they hear a sound and realized, Kraa has unblock the warp ability between them. They quickly warp to her with no second thoughts.

"I know we want to make this quick but, I don't think Rocket is gonna work. I heard official rumors say The Highest did something with the Rocket in here."

Ah yes, they too have heard that but even then, they grin. "So? Not that gonna stop us from breaking the rules again and again."

"..."

"And I also know you will still try to do it even it's fruitless, cause we are bunch of stubborn Ori. And nothing ever stop Ori from doing stupid or impossible stuff."

Not when they have nothing to lost, nothing to gain. They do it because they want to do it, because they can do it despite what others told them that's not good, it's dangerous. But Ori just don't care, even if it kill them, like a Moth to the flame.

"... Fine, let's do it."

Standing in position, facing each others. Both have know one another for ages and the technique they used is nothing strange to them, they don't need to count to do it, they just mirror the other and do it.

As they fly up high, Kraa feels something trying to pull her back to the surface until she is standing right in front of the Star.

"See? No problems!"

"... I just realized, you can easily go through this Trial."

Krill on Caleb's stick!

Without waiting, Deafi takes the Star and sits down, Kraa immediately follows.

"You weren't being impatient..."

As they going back to the cave, they can hear Kraa's scream.

"YOU WERE BEING LAZY YOU F-"

Ah, we can have ominous hidden words, insulting your friends, promising threats and threats in general but we don't show cursed words... yet.

...

As they finally back to the cave, they can still hear the curse words from Kraa. Well, not their fault that they used Kraa's anger from getting the job done the second times as a way to finish the trial as quick as possible.

Laziness always do the job much faster, ironically.

As much as they like to lay there while sleeping on Kraa's rants, two dark figures suddenly appear. With the rumor suddenly going around, best safe is to runaway from others as fast as possbile, they are too lazy to tried and cover up the rumor right now.

"Kraa, rants all you want but we gotta go, NOW!"

Bless Kraa for still has some rational thoughts and must be planing a way to make them suffered another ways while sitting on their shoulders.

Too bad, they are too lazy to even suffered properly, that never stops Kraa though.

Flying up high on the ground, they go to the next and final trial.

"Hey Kraa, do you know that Spirit is chunky?"

"... Don't you mean plumpy?"

TBC...

#sky children of the light #sky cotl #that game sky #Trial of Skids #ToS part 8 #my fic

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gaygent37 · 5 years

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Anonymity - Day 5

No-Set-Prompt-List-tober, October 5: MASKS

JayDick, no capes, soulmates, secretary Dick, blowjob, 2,629 words

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The club was a special one.

Everyone who entered had to wear a mask, one that could not be taken off anytime during the visit, even if someone wanted to. The club was a place for complete anonymity.

People who entered somehow forgot their names, their friends’ names, and any personal information. Any meetings sparked within the club were sadly lost after exiting the club because that was just how the club worked. No one could explain it. It was mysterious, and perhaps a bit magical.

Dick liked going to the club just to people watch. At the club, people could really be themselves, behind the masks that let them be anyone they wanted for that night.

Dick sat at the bar, nursing his glass of expensive wine and absently rubbing the spot on his forearm, where his soul mark usually was. However, since entering the club, the soul mark seemed to have disappeared from his skin. Dick missed its comforting presence, but he knew he would get it back when he left.

Dick swirled his wine in his glass and took another sip.

“Hey.”

Dick turned to glance over his shoulder, and he saw another masked man standing there. “Hello,” Dick said politely, turning to face the masked stranger.

“Um,” the man chuckled awkwardly. “My friends told me to come talk to you,” he explain. “They want me to-” the man stopped talking. Then, he held out his hand. “Ah, I’m J-” His lips turned into a frown as he realized he could not get his name out.

Dick laughed. “First time here?” he asked.

The man huffed. “Obvious?”

Dick shrugged. “Not to worry,” he said. “I’ve done it a few times too. You’ll get used to it though.” Dick took the man’s hand. “Call me Ric.”

“Ric?”

Dick nodded. “It’s not what I go by, but I’ll still answer to it,” Dick explained. “And you’re just J?”

The man laughed. “Yeah. Just J sounds good. So, can I buy you another glass of whatever you’re having, Ric?”

Dick quirked an amused smile. “No offense, but it’s a pretty expensive glass of wine,” he said.

J sat down next to him and waved the masked bartender over. “Another glass of wine for him,” he said firmly.

Dick gave a little sigh. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

When Dick’s wine came, J pulled out his wallet and opened it. “How much?” he asked.

“Forty-six.”

J handed the bartender a crisp fifty. “Keep the change,” he said.

Dick raised an eyebrow behind his mask. “Showing off?” he asked. He still curled his fingers around his second glass of wine. After a second’s consideration, he pushed it towards J.

J glanced at him. “It’s yours,” he said. “Yes, that was a bit of a ridiculous price, but I said I’d get you another glass.”

Dick laughed. “Now, now,” he said. “You may be a gentleman, but I can’t let you buy me that.” He started reaching into his own back pocket.

J shook his head. “Ric, really. It’s alright. My friends didn’t let me treat them tonight, so it’s only fair I get to treat someone.”

Dick paused. “You paid fifty dollars for a glass of wine. Really, J, let me-”

“I think you’re really interesting,” J blurted out.

“I’m sorry?” Dick asked. “What do you mean?”

J gave Dick a smile. “Well, a lot of people come here to do and say things they would never say in their ‘real’ life. But this whole time you’ve been here, you’ve just sat here, nursing your wine and watching people. You’re different.”

“Maybe I’m just not in the mood for hooking up with random strangers in the club bathrooms tonight,” Dick said, sipping and finishing his first glass of wine. “Or maybe I was just looking for the right person.”

“No,” J chuckled. “I don’t know how I know, but I know you’re not. I just... have a feeling that you’re special. Special enough for that glass of wine, certainly.”

Dick looked at J intently, staring straight into the blue eyes behind the mask. Dick had not noticed it before, but there was something different about J. Dick could sense his genuineness somehow.

“Okay,” Dick said softly. “Say I am different,” he said. “What now?”

“Let me show you?”

Dick thought about it for a while. He stared at J, his sweet smile and his bright eyes, and Dick really could not find any ill will in the man.

“Okay,” he agreed.

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Dick tapped his pen against his lip, unable to concentrate at the task at hand. Last night was a bit of a blur, but not enough of a blur that Dick did not know what happened after he followed J into the back rooms.

The club had a few rooms specially reserved for those who could pay to use it. And Dick did not even have the time to protest before J slipped security a couple bills that Dick was sure were hundreds.

They had collapsed onto the sofa together, and Dick just remembered laughing at J’s jokes until his sides hurt. His wine glass had to be set aside because he physically could not take any more liquid into his body otherwise he might pee himself.

They also ended up making out a lot. And a lot of groping around. Dick’s shirt may have come off at one point, and J’s hands definitely touched every part of his upper body. Maybe several times.

Absently, Dick touched his neck, where the dark hickies were thankfully hidden by his collar. The night had been one of the best nights Dick had ever had. Two glasses of amazing wine and even better company. Needless to say, Dick was actually quite upset to know that he will never see J again, and if they do, Dick will never know.

“Hey!”

Dick’s eyes snapped up. “Hm? Oh, Bertha.”

The old lady glared down at him. “Do you have Mr. Todd’s reports done yet?” she snapped.

“Uh, yes,” Dick said, flipping through the mess on the his desk before pulling out a stapled packet. “Right here.”

“Humph!” Bertha said. “I don’t see why Mr. Todd had to hire you,” she grumbled. “You are never doing your work.”

“Maybe because he likes looking at my pretty face?” Dick answered half-heartedly, already more than used to Bertha’s bitchiness.

“Mr. Todd would never!”

As the she stormed away, Dick sighed and his eyes flickered across the hall to where Mr. Todd’s office door was open. The man was frowning at his computer screen, eyebrows pulled together in concentration.

Even like that, he was so very attractive. Maybe a little less attractive than yesterday because Dick was pretty sure he was still enamored with J at the moment, so much so that his crush on Mr. Todd was almost a distant memory.

Just then, Dick snapped out of his thoughts, and he realized that Mr. Todd was staring at him, eyebrows raised in silent question.

Dick blushed hard, quickly looking down.

“Mr. Grayson,” Mr. Todd’s voice called from across the hall. “A word?”

“Shit,” Dick cursed. He stood up and reflexively brushed himself off. “Yes, Mr. Todd?”

Mr. Todd gestured for him to come in and close the door. “I’m curious,” Mr. Todd started, leaning back in his chair and tapping his pen against his lip.

Dick licked his own lips as he stared, wondering if he picked up the pen tapping habit from watching Mr. Todd all the time, or if he had always done that. “Yes?” he asked.

“Ms. Bernard mentioned something to me about you once,” Mr. Todd said slowly.

“Bertha?” Dick blinked in surprise. “I- I mean, what did Ms. Bernard mention?”

“She said you liked expensive wines.”

Dick’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Uh, yes. Yes, I do. How did she-”

“She was your Secret Santa last year,” Mr. Todd explained. “You had some expensive wines on your wish list.”

“Oh,” Dick said, feeling dumb.

“Well, Mr. Grayson,” Mr. Todd said. “It just so happens that I have a $300 bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon at home, and I don’t drink red wines, so I thought I’d gift it to my favorite secretary.”

Dick’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times. “I, uh, Mr. Todd, that’s really too generous,” he said with a weak laugh as his heart pounded wildly at being called Mr. Todd’s favorite secretary.

Mr. Todd waved his hand dismissively. “Though I do have one thing I would like to know.”

Dick stopped smiling quickly. “Yes?”

“By any chance,” Mr. Todd said. “Is your soul mark on your forearm?”

“Huh?” Dick reached for his arm, giving himself away. “I- why would you want to know that, Mr. Todd?”

Mr. Todd smiled warmly. “I hope I’m not being too intrusive,” he said. “But what is your soul mark?”

Dick looked down, gulping. “Oh, it’s not- it’s not too intrusive,” he said. “I’m just not used to... talking about soul marks with my boss,” he said quickly. He blushed harder. “It’s... It’s a wineglass...?”

Mr. Todd laughed. “Really?” he asked, sitting up. “That’s adorable.”

“It- It is?”

“Reflects your tastes, does it not?” Mr. Todd asked. “A wine glass for a wine man.”

“Y-Yeah,” Dick said with a small smile.

There was a moment of silence. Then, Mr. Todd gestured for Dick to come closer. “C’mere,” he said softly.

Dick took a few steps forward. “Yes?”

Mr. Todd pushed his chair back and stood up. He started unbuckling his belt.

Dick’s eyes nearly bugged out. “Mr.- Mr. Todd, what-”

“Oh, calm down,” Mr. Todd said, pushing his pants down a bit to reveal his upper right thigh. Dick’s eyes bugged out even further to see that Mr. Todd had a wine bottle on his thigh, in the middle of pouring into an invisible wineglass.”

His eyes snapped back up to Mr. Todd. “Is that...”

“Your matching soul mark?” Mr. Todd said softly, his voice almost breathy. “I think so.”

“Can I-”

Mr. Todd nodded. Dick stepped forward and slowly dropped to his knees, his trembling hand hovering over Mr. Todd’s thigh. Then, he touched the soul mark, feeling the slow burning warmth course through him. Dick gasped softly.

His eyes flickered up to Mr. Todd, who looked back down at him. Mr. Todd swallowed hard.

Just then, the clicking sound of heels started to come towards the door. Panicking, Dick ducked under Mr. Todd’s desk, and Mr. Todd sat back down, not having time to get his pants back up. He pulled himself in as the door opened.

Dick could hear Mr. Todd’s disapproving voice as he said, “Ms. Bernard, please, please, knock.”

Bertha did not answer. Instead, she started rattling off something about a missed meeting. Dick, meanwhile, had rolled up his sleeve and placed his arm next to Mr. Todd’s soul mark.

He felt Mr. Todd shift slightly under him as heat burned through their bodies again.

Without thinking, Dick pressed his lips against Mr. Todd’s soul mark, and Mr. Todd jerked in surprise. The heat became even stronger, tinged with a lovely pleasurable haze. It was a similar buzz to when Dick had had a couple of glasses.

Just then, Mr. Todd pulled back out, and Dick crawled back out.

“Fuck,” Mr. Todd said, his eyes drinking in Dick and the soul mark on his arm. “I knew it was you, you know.”

Dick was confused again. “Mr. Todd-”

“Please, call me Jason,” he murmured, cupping Dick’s face. “You’re my soul mate, baby. Mr. Todd’s bit formal, don’t you think? Besides,” Jason said, his smile growing a little sly. “We’ve already been well acquainted.”

“Well acquainted?”

“That was your last night, wasn’t it?” Jason asked, his thumb running over Dick’s cheek. “Ric, you called yourself?”

Dick’s eyes widened comically. “How’d you know-”

Jason laughed. “I guess I owe you an explanation. See, you had a couple classes of wine last night, so I don’t think you really felt it when I touched your soul mark, but I felt that, and I knew I had to find you,” Jason breathed, moving in little by little as he spoke.

“But how did you know it was me?” Dick breathed into the inches between them.

Jason smiled a little. “I own the club, baby. I’m allowed to break the rules.”

“You- You own the-” Dick snapped his mouth shut suddenly. “Oh,” he said instead.

Jason laughed. “You’re so adorable. You always are.”

“You think I’m cute?” Dick asked shyly.

“I’m not blind, of course I do,” Jason said. “You know, I’ve actually be suspecting you were my soulmate for a while now. We’ve got a lot of the same habits. And last night, I just had to confirm it,” he said.

“Well, um, I’ve kinda been... crushing on you... just a little,” Dick admitted, his eyes darting away from Jason’s face in embarrassment.

“Oh, baby,” Jason grinned. “So fucking cute. Can I kiss you?”

Dick gave a small laugh. “We did plenty of that last night,” he said. “I don’t see why you’re asking now. But yes, you ca- mmph!”

Jason cut him off, capturing Dick’s lips instead. At the same time, he grabbed Dick’s arm, hand enclosed around Dick’s wineglass. The heat that followed was immediate, making the kiss all the more intimate.

With his other hand, Jason pulled Dick’s free hand to his own thigh. By a small miscalculation, he also pulled Dick off balance a bit, so Dick’s hand ended up on Jason’s crotch, which was not unwelcome. And Dick did not move his hand away either.

Jason moaned into this kiss as Dick’s warm palm gently rubbed his clothed cock. Blood immediately rushed down there, and it was not long before he was hard and straining in his briefs.

“Fuck, Dickie,” Jason groaned against Dick’s lips.

Dick pulled away with a dazed look in his eyes. “Can I- Can I suck you off?” he asked in a breathless voice.

“Right here?” Jason asked, knowing that he wanted nothing more than for Dick to suck him off right there.

Fortunately, Dick nodded.

Jason wasted no time lifting his hips and pulling his briefs down. Dick eagerly helped, his hand wrapping around Jason’s hard cock - thick, veiny, and heavy in his palm.

Dick leaned in and let his lips wrap around the head of Jason’s cock. He swirled his tongue around, taking in Jason’s taste. Then, he pushed himself down, nearly getting Jason’s cock all the way down his throat before his gag reflex kicked in, and he had to pull back.

Jason however threw his head back and groaned. He threaded his fingers into Dick’s hair and pushed him back down. He felt the way Dick’s throat fluttered around his cock, and like a teenager, Jason blew his load into Dick’s hot mouth.

“Fuck!” he grunted as he shot ropes of cum down Dick’s throat.

Dick looked up at him, his hands gripped on Jason’s thighs and unintentionally over his soul mark. His eyes were teary and wet, but he stayed down, swallowing around Jason’s cock.

After another few seconds, Jason pulled back, allowing Dick to take a wet breath.

“Shit,” Jason said. “Sorry about that, Dickie. Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Dick laughed and shook his head. “I’m fine,” he said, clearing his throat of leftover cum. He grinned wider. “Perfect, actually.”

Jason gave a relieved laugh. “I swear I can usually hold out longer,” he said, his cheeks tinged with a bit of red. “But that was...” He gave a low whistle. “Amazing, Dickie. You’re amazing.”

Dick rubbed his hand over Jason’s soul mark, and he smiled up at his soul mate. “Of course I am,” he said. “I was made for you.”

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This was not meant to be this long. Shit, I honestly keep telling myself, “Keep it PWP, keep it PWP”, but no. I just had to add the soulmates thing and yeah. Anyway, don’t expect it to be like this every time. Hope you guys enjoyed!

#jaydick #masks #day 5 #gaygent doesn't follow a set prompt list

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venusxxlangdon · 5 years

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Dance With the Devil. Part Three — Glory and Gore

summary: Michael fulfills his promise and finally gets the Devil’s recognition. warnings: dark!outpost Michael, humiliation, physical and mental abuse, language, blood, mentions of rape, darkfic words: 5.4k A/N: This is the last part of the series, and I have to admit that I’m gonna miss mean Michael. I hope he’s happy in hell (at least, in this fic yes, he is)

Suddenly a loud knock on the door interrupted the silence. Michael frowned and, leaving the girl in her embarrassing position, jumped off the bed to pick up his robe from the armchair and open the door.

The intruder turned out to be Furfur. Michael was about to shout at him, but the look on the demon’s face was dreadful.

“My Lord”, he murmured worryingly, “Our Highness”, he cleared his throat, “Your Father is here”

Michael’s eyes scanned Furfur’s face, searching for any signs of lies, but the fear mixed with awe in his eyes told him that the demon was telling the truth. He turned his head, looking at the lifeless body of the girl on his bed.

Stupid bitch.

“Wait for me,” he ordered and slammed the door in front of the demon. Michael stormed his way to the wardrobe, feeling anxiety wash over him. He had been hoping for his Father to honor him with his arrival, but imagining it in his head was different from actually facing Satan in reality.

Numerous thoughts were racing through his mind; what he was going to say to him? Michael had prepared a goddamn speech, but what if his Farther would not listen to him? Purson could have been lying all the time, and there was no way to find out the truth.

Everything was happening too fast.

He was not ready, was he?

His anxiety always hit him unexpectedly, and even his demonic nature was unable to ease it.

Michael took a deep breath and leaned against the wardrobe, pressing his sweaty forehead against the wood. He felt his heart rate accelerate, making the tips of his fingers tremble with apprehension. His mind replayed the horrible scenes of the Demonic Quorum and the look of disgust on his Father’s face. Michael shut his eyes tightly, and a low growl escaped through his gritted teeth. There were hundreds of demons in the Great Hall, and all of them were going to watch him stand before Satan.

Michael ran his fingers through his hair and reached for a black ribbon. His long fingers cautiously made a loose ponytail and tied it with the piece of silk fabric. He felt his power rise inside him, crawling its way out, and making his head spin. There was a tangling sensation in his fingers, and he hugged himself, digging his nails into his clothed shoulders, as if he wanted to rip his skin off. He heard his blood pumping in his ears, and he let out a fitful sigh.

“Okay. Just breathe,” he told himself.

Right when he was about to make his way towards the door, he heard her quite whimpers. He froze and turned his head in the direction of the unmade bed in the center of the room. The girl slightly moved, bending her bruised legs against her bare chest. He almost forgot about her. Her hair was all over her swollen face, thin fingers were still gripping onto the sheets. Her dry lips parted, when she let out a deep sigh.

“Hey, vermin,” Michael roared, calling for his servants. They crawled out and kneeled before him, their heads banged against the floor. “Bath her and make sure she looks decent,” he ordered, and turned his look away from the girl.

Before opening the door, he closed his eyes and concentrated. He could not let anyone see that he was nervous.

Furfur was waiting for him as he had been ordered, leaning against the wall and playing with the feathers of his wings. He immediately straightened up when he saw Michael and gave him a quick nod. Even though Langdon had been treating him and Naberius like shit, he was loyal to him and knew that Michael was nervous.

“Master, are you ready?” worry was imprinted on his scared face. Michael was silent, but by the way his fists clenched, it was obvious that he was anxious. Without saying a single word, he put his hands behind his back and followed the demon to the Great Hall.

He knew exactly how many steps it would take them to make it to the wooden door. One hundred and five. He had been counting them all that time he wandered around his castle late at night. Every step echoed in his head.

It was so quiet, although the majority of the demons were in the Hall. The dreadful silence was the indicator of the highest power that was present at that moment. Something powerful, intimidating, tempting. The Devil himself. Even the snakes on the door were not moving. Michael froze a couple feet away from the entrance. He looked at Furfur, and the demon’s brows frowned at the desperation spilled in his Master’s blue eyes.

“He hates me,” Michael could not recognize his voice. He nervously licked his bottom lip; his eyes glistened as if he was about to start crying. He cleared his throat, and blinked the tears away,

Furfur stepped closer and put his bony hand with gnarled, clawed fingers on his shoulder, squeezing it slightly. It felt natural at that moment.

“My Lord,” he said, the tone of his voice stern and serious, “it’s your time to shine. Finally, after all these years you are going to receive your Father’s recognition and your name will be praised from the rising sun to the end of the day. Glory to You!”

Michael’s lips twitched. To be honest, demon’s words went straight to his icy heart, and it flattered at all the glory and gore awaited for him. Butterflies in his stomach were nearly ripping him apart with excitement. He was truly thankful to Furfur for his loyalty, but it was not in his style to express gratitude.

“Get your claws off my jacket,” he barked and pushed the door open.

His eyes wandered around the Great Hall. It looked bigger than usual; the decorations were gone; the only source of light was the numerous candles flowing in the air. All his guests were lined up in rows, kneeling before Michael’s throne that was occupied by a tall figure wrapped in a long black cape. His limbs were long and large; his bulk was as huge as that of a Greek god who was the most powerful of all. The elongated ears, snake-like locks of what used to be beautiful long hair of an angle, and curling horns were the signs of his greater betrayal he had been punished for.

Michael made his way forward and hurriedly dropped to his knees.

“Hail Satan,” he said; his voice ranged in the silence like a gong. He bowed his head, and his ponytail brushed against the marble floor. “Father, it’s an honor to have you here.”

Michael looked down at his hands that were placed firmly together against his chest. His nostrils flared at the overwhelming feeling of his Father’s power. It was filling up every crack in the walls, washing over Michael like a tide, making him realize how weak he was.

The Devil stood up, and everyone altered his movements.

“Father, she is here,” Michael said after taking a deep breath, “the ritual will be performed in the morning, and she will pay the debt.”

Satan’s baleful eyes that had witnessed affliction and dismay never left Michael’s face.

“It seems like you’ve been trying to win my condescension with all your might, my Son,” Michael’s heart skipped a beat at those words. He nodded, trying to hold all his emotions back. “I’ve been watching you all this time.”

Michael gulped. It seemed like there were only two of them in that huge Hall, talking to each other.

“All I ever wanted was to be good enough,” he whispered, but he knew the Devil heard him. “Every day of my existence I’ve been dedicating to finding a way to win back your trust....”

“You want to reign by my side,” Satan stated it as an axiom, and Michael fell silent in the middle of the sentence. “I can sense it, Michael, and I’m glad that my discipline methods have perfectly worked out.”

Michael did not understand anything, looking at the Devil in awe. No matter how bad he had hurt him, he was still his Father, and Michael would have done anything for him.

“You were a whining mess when you first came to me,” Satan continued, “but now look at you. Strong, powerful, full of hatred,” he grinned proudly.

“Father,” Michael felt his frozen heart swell with pride and admiration for the Devil’s wisdom.

“Now you are worthy of the responsibility that comes with governance.”

Michael had been waiting his whole life for those words. Everything he ever wanted was to be recognized, loved, and respected. The burden of being a misfit at home had been unbearable.

“Forgive me, your Highness,” Michael’s head turned at Purson who suddenly interrupted the Devil. “But it’s the Demonic Quorum that gets to decide whether the boy is worthy or not.”

Satan paused and slowly turned around to face the demon who decided that he could interrupt him and doubt his words. The sparks in his red eyes twinkled dangerously, and Purson instinctively recoiled backward.

“Ah, my lovely Purson,” he purred, “how considerate of you to remind me about the rules as if I am not the one who created them.”

“Your Highness,” the demon mumbled, “I-I-I just wanted...”

“Get out of my sight,” the Devil hissed. “Or I’ll demolish you to ashes faster than you’ll say “Quorum”.”

Michael had to admit that it was probably the best thing he had ever witnessed. Purson was kicked out of the Great Hall like a beaten dog. A smug spread across his lips as he watched the demon snap his fingers and disappear with an angry look on his face.

“He is right though,” Satan’s voice brought Michael’s attention back to him, “but we will take care of it after the ritual.”

xxx

When Michael was back in his suite, the first thing he heard was a loud scream from the bathroom that made his blood run cold. It was a sound from deep within that forced its way from the girl’s mouth as if her terrified soul had unleashed a demon. He pushed the door open, and froze in his place, watching the following scene: she was curled up in the corner; bloodstained footprints were all over the floor and the walls. His subjects were trying to reach up to the girl, but she kept hitting them with her hands while trying to cover her head at the same time. One of them bit her bruised ankle, and she cried out again; there were numerous scratches on her arms, breasts, and stomach — the evidence of her long fight.

“Stop screaming, will you?” Michael barked, shutting the door behind him. The tiny demons backed off, growling quietly. Once they crawled towards him, one of them tucked on his black slacks with his slender fingers and pointed at the girl.

“Master,” the monster’s lipless mouth quivered in a grimace, “she doesn’t obey, Master...she’s bad.”

Michael snarled in response and twisted his wrist, ordering them to leave. Useless scum. They never managed to do their work properly. He wondered how they had brought the girl to him without killing her. It was definitely a miracle. He watched her trembling violently, as she hid her face in her palms, smearing the blood all over it. At least they ran her a bath. Michael put the tips of his fingers into the water to check the temperature.

“You are such a pain in my ass, y/n,” he spat out. With his hands behind the back, he took a step closer, towering over her with a pretentious look on his face.

She sobbed and looked at him through her fingers.

“The feeling is mutual,” she hissed.

He chuckled and raised his right hand in the air. The girl gasped at a sudden feeling of a strong invisible hand around her neck. With her eyes widened, she tried to get rid of it, but ended up only scratching the delicate flesh of her skin. She looked like a fish gasping for some air, kicking her feet in a pathetic attempt to get free. Michael tilted his head, and she stopped moving as if her entire body was paralyzed. He could hear her thinking “Just kill me. Please, let me die. Stop torturing me...”

“Bold of you to assume that you’d die peacefully.” Once their faces were inches away from each other, he looked down at her naked body and dragged his ring-clad hand over her abused stomach, enjoying the way she squirmed under his touch.

“I could rip your skin off,” he told her, pressing on one of her bruises with his index finger. He squeezed her side, digging his nails into her skin. “I could leave tiny cuts all over your useless body and watch the blood drain out from you,” he whispered, scorching her ear with his breath. His smooth silky voice made the threats sound even more dangerous. She could not believe that he was able to talk about all those things so nonchalantly. What a psychopath.

“However, I’d let you choose,” he was feeding off her terror, absorbing her fear. Their bodies were pressed against each other, and if it had not been for the intimidation, Michael would have found it erotic.

She looked away and shut her eyes, trying to resist a new tantrum that was about to burst out from her chest. Silly girl. She was still thinking she could hold it in. After what he had done to her.

“I despise you,” she whispered, and her voice cracked in the middle of the sentence. Before she could regret saying it, Michael’s hand slapped her across her left cheek, leaving a burning print of his palm. He hit her so hard, her head snapped back.

“You are so stupid,” he said, grabbing her by the hair and forcing to look up at him. She ran her tongue along her bottom lip to lick the blood off, wincing at the copper taste of it. “If you think that you have nothing to lose now, you are wrong, sweetheart.”

He let go of her hair, and it felt over her face like curtains, sticking to her wet cheeks. She turned her gaze away from Michael’s face not being able to handle looking at him anymore. He took a deep breath, collecting the remains of his self-control. Clenching his fists, he made a step backward and let go of his invisible grip. The girl’s body suddenly relaxed, and she had to put her hands out, holing into the edge of the bathtub.

“Get into the water,” he commanded. Her cheeks burned scarlet red when she realized that he was going to bath her. She had spent so much time naked in front of him that it was embarrassing. Crossing her arms against her breasts, she stepped into the bathtub, hissing at the stinging pain in her ankles. The water looked strange: it had a milky consistency, but it was too thick for the actual milk. She barely managed to sit down, since her muscles were stiff and sore from all the beating she had had to handle. She hated to admit that, but she still felt the presence of his cock deep inside her, and it was sickening.

“It hurts so much,” she whispered under her breath, mostly to herself. Closing her eyes tiredly, she hugged herself, running the tips of her fingers along her bare shoulders. The bath was nice indeed, but it made her feel even filthier and more vulnerable, especially under Michael’s heavy gaze.

“If you hadn’t tried to resist, you would have been better,” he said, undoing the silver buttons on the sleeves of his shirt.

The bags under her eyes were more visible when she looked up at him. She looked exhausted.

“Oh really?” she snarled in response. “You would’ve been gentler while raping me?”

Michael graciously set down on the edge of a bathtub, crossing his legs.

“You’ve suddenly become way too brave for the person who’s about to be sacrificed,” He rested his chin on his hand, staring at her.

“I’m going to die anyway,” she said quietly, strengthening her legs out. She ran her fingers through her hair coating it with warm liquid. Maybe it was the matter of herbs, Michael’s demons had added into the bath, which made her braver.

“You won’t die,” he said rolling his eyes at her, “I have a taste, darling. Of course, I’ve come up with something creative for you.”

He grinned, showing his perfect white teeth. The girl shivered at his worlds.

“You sound like a psychopath,” she said aloud what she had been thinking about him since her arrival to hell.

“Oh, do I?” he arched his brow and rolled up his sleeves, “I’d rather be a psychopath than the woman who screwed up her granddaughter’s life.”

“Stop humiliating my grandma,” she pleaded.

“Why? I’m saying the truth,” he took a washcloth and dipped it into the water. Her eyes widened when she realized that he was going to touch her again.

Michael shifted closer to her, and right when he was about to bring his hand to her neck, her body jolted as if she touched something disgusting.

“Don’t you dare,” she looked like a trapped animal, “I’ll scream if you touch me.”

He scoffed at her throat and squeezed the washcloth above her head, so her hair and face got covered in foam. She gasped and started wiping off the foam out of her eyes, ignoring Michael’s laughter.

“You can scream all you want,” he told her.

“Why are doing this?” she sobbed, her chin started trembling again. Michael thought that it was an extremely annoying habit of hers. Was she a neurotic?

“I can’t stand next to you before my subjects when you look this bad.”

She fell silent for a moment, letting him grab her by the hand to wash off the blood off her knuckles. He hummed approvingly and brushed off the strands off her wet hair to expose her neck.

“You have real self-esteem issues,” she noted quietly, looking down at her naked thighs that were pressed tightly in case Michael wanted to touch her there.

“What are you, my therapist?” He countered. His hand traveled down her neck to the valley of the breasts; he had to rub the washcloth rather intensely against her skin to scrape the dried blood off.

“You seem to know a lot about earthly life,” she said, understanding that there was no way Michael had learned about psychotherapists in hell.

He pressed his lips in a tight line when he lifted his gaze and looked at her through his hooded eyes.

“I do, unfortunately,” he murmured, moving his hands to her back, “the worst experience of my existence.”

Suddenly a tiny glimpse of hope sparked in her mind. What if she managed to talk Michael into sparing her? What if he had a weak spot? The thought got her so excited that it took her all her self-control to sustain an unbothered look.

“What happened? Did someone hurt you?” She asked, trying to sound not too interested. He was so close to her, she could feel his breath ghosting across her cheek.

As soon as the question slipped off her tongue, he wrapped his fingers around the nape of her neck. His grey eyes turned jet black with fury, and she clang to the edges of the bathtub trying to remain steady.

“That’s why I hate humans with all my guts.” His free hand got a strong grip of her ribcage, and for a moment, she thought he was going to break her bones. “Manipulative. Sneaky. Disingenuous. You think you can outsmart me, hmm?”

Suddenly his hand on her neck pushed her down, drowning her in the warm, milky liquid. She managed to take a breath and hold her it for as long as she could until red and black splotches started dancing in front of her. A desperate hot wave of animalistic fear came over her; her heart was beating rapidly in panic. He brought her back to the surface, and she gasped, feeling a burning scratch in her throat.

“I can hear all your thoughts,” he growled, while she was coughing and trying to calm down. “You aren’t getting sentimental on me, because I don’t have a heart,” and with those words, he pushed her down once again. The urgency for air was more apparent than ever. The water mixed with her blood and dirt looked revolting. He held her like that a bit longer than he had intended. There were not red blotches in her vision anymore; it was all black. Her head was pounding.

“Let’s consider this your training for your future swim in the lake,” he grinned, letting go of her neck.

The girl was choking, trying to spit out all the water in her lungs. Her eyes were red, and she could not stop panting. Michael was watching her with a satisfied smirk.

“What lake are you talking about?” she asked, her voice raspy and sore from coughing. “What’s gonna happen to me?”

“Now you have finally decided to wonder?” he mocked her and looked down at his shirt that got wet from splashing. “How considered of you.”

She shook he head. He was unbearable. Every question was turned into a mockery; she suddenly felt drained from the constant, pointless confrontation. She wanted to give up.

“This is unendurable,” she sighed heavily. “Do you ever answer a question without humiliation?”

The corners of his mouth twitched.

“Why miss the opportunity?” he chuckled. His mood-swings were intolerable. It seemed like he went from one radical mental state to another in mere seconds. “As for your question, tomorrow we will perform the ritual, and you’ll pay for your grandmother’s debt by becoming one of the prisoners of the lake Cocytus.”

“Is it going to hurt?” she whispered.

Michael reached up for a towel and beckoned her to come closer.

“Why does it matter?” he asked giving her the towel. She was thankful that he finally gave her something she could cover up her body with. “You have a chance to sacrifice your soul for someone who screwed up big time. I thought that you, humans, love dramas like that. Take Jesus, for example,”

She awkwardly stepped out from the bathtub; the water from her hair was dripping down on the marble floor.

“Does my grandmother know that I’m here?”

“Of course she does.”

She was nervously playing with the corner of the towel. A very dark thought crossed her mind, and it did not go unnoticed. Michael’s laughter roared through the room.

“You got to be fucking kidding me,” he had to wipe off the tears in the corners of her eyes, “did you really think that she wanted to take your place? That a miracle would happen, and she’d come to save you wearing a shining armor?”

She felt the heat spreading across her cheeks.

“Alright,” he took a deep breath. “If it’s so important to you, yes, she really wanted to help you out, but it was too late.”

Pure yarning and desperation hit her like a bullet.

“What about my family? My friends?”

“You’ll be erased from their memory.”

She did not ask any questions for the rest of the night. Once she left the bathroom she refused to get back to his bed, being too scared he would fuck her again. Instead, she curled up in a big leather armchair by the fireplace, sobbing quietly. Michael was watching her like a hawk in case she decided the commit suicide. It would have caused more trouble and he would have had to send her to the Seventh circle instead.

He was also concerned with the Demonic Quorum. Purson had known that Michael could not be by his Father’s side without everyone’s agreement, and there was no guarantee that the majority would vote in his favor. He signed, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly.

“Venite ad me,” he called for his snake, and it made its way to him, resting in his lap. He petted its silvery head with the tips of his fingers, considering if he could bribe some of the demons.

The only sounds disturbing the heavy silence were the crackling of the fire and the girl’s snoring. She finally surrendered to her fatigue and drifted off into the first real sleep.

xxx

Her brain did not understand the passage of time; the panic grew stronger as her mental facilities gave way to her emotions, but she could not cry anymore. In the grip of terror, with wild eyes and dilated pupils, she was on her knees before Michael, dressed in cadet blue slacks paired with a polka dot dress shirt, and his Farther. The Devil was much taller than Michael, and she found herself unable to even look up at him. Her eyes were piercing through a thick layer of ice she was standing on. A lily-white nightgown clanged to her body like the second skin. Fear was building like an unstoppable snowball in the pit of her stomach, and she could not concentrate on anything else. If Michael had seemed intimidating, the vibe radiating from Satan was insufferable. Agonizing darkness weighed heavily on her shoulders; it felt as if it was rotating around her, bringing all the negative emotions, a human being could ever feel, out to the surface. Loneliness and sheer depth of her abandonment took her anxiety to a level she never knew.

She heard muffled voices spilling out from behind. A ripple of mocking laughter at her defeat. Waves of rejection swept through her like a heavy stream, but she could not even cover her ears; her hands were tied behind her back with two silver snakes.

“Drink up,” a hoarse voice of a man with a lion head she had seen at the ball drew her attention. She looked up at him, and he grinned devilishly, bringing a cup filled with some liquid, to her lips. She took the first sip and immediately started coughing at the bitter taste.

Michael was going in circles around her like a predator, chanting in Latin; his blond hair was flowing in the wind.

Her body tensed when she felt Purson’s hands in her hair, braiding the strands. When Michael pronounced the last words of the spell, he took her hands in his palm and guided her to a wooden boat, which was waiting for them by the bank of the lake.

He turned around to face his subjects.

“Fiat justitia ruat caelum!” He roared, raising his hands up in the air, “Let justice be done through the heavens may fall.”

Michael saw the Devil nod approvingly, and it gave him a solid boost of confidence. He clapped his hands and turned his head back at the girl.

“Get in the boat,” he commended, but she could not move a muscle. She stood there completely frozen.

Two demons stepped forward and pushed her towards the boat with their shoulders, making her nearly stumble.

“Please, don’t do this to me,” she pleaded. “Please, I’m begging you, Sir...”

The boat was gliding along the ice as if the water was not frozen at all. The girl was crying the entire time, terrified by the whisperings she could hear under the surface. Michael did not pay any attention to her, being too caught up in his own thoughts. His brows frowned when he started speaking Latin again. He stretched his hand out, guiding the boat to the center of the lake. They were almost there. At the heart of Cocytus. He could hear it vibrating and calling for him, longing for the girl’s innocent soul. He stood up, and took a deep breath, concentrating all his powers. With every word that slipped off his tongue, his voice got louder and louder until everyone on the opposite side of the bank could hear him. He threw his head back and closed his eyes.

The boat started rocking violently, and she had to cling to the edges with all her might in order to keep still. Michael flicked his wrists, and the ice started to crack.

“Stand up,” he ordered the girl without looking at her. She felt an invisible force bringing her up, and she could not resist it, awkwardly standing up on her feet.

If someone ever asked her what happened next, she would not have been able to answer. The last thing she remembered was pain that pierced through her body like a sword and the sight of Michael’s blond hair. Her eyesight blurred, but not only because of tears that welled up in her eyes. The insufferable pain made everything look fuzzy, and then she saw nothing at all. Her consciousness was floating through an empty space filled with a thick static. She was able to hear her heartbeat, pumping loudly and echoing in her ears, for a while, but then all the feeling in her body drained away. The darkness completely consumed her.

xxx

Every step that he made was dripping with confidence. He had a posture of the king that he was, strong, erect, graceful. He liked to think of himself as a phoenix who had suffered from the rejection on Earth and his Father’s dismay in hell, but who managed to reborn in the flames of the innocent soul.

The heavy weight of the eccentric crown inlaid with blood red rubies on top of his head was one of the best feelings and the proof that the Quorum had voted in his favor despite Purson’s attempts to bring him down.

Michael had all the nine circles under control and millions of demons in his service. He became the second most powerful creature in hell after his Farther, of course. He spent his days enjoying his privileges, going to the darkest corners of hell and watching every dead and living demon bow down to him.

He never forgot whom he owned it all to. Occasionally he went back to the Ninth circle and took a walk to the lake just like he had used to do it back in the day when he was an unknown misfit. It felt empowering to be back, being a different person.

He stopped in the center of Cocytus and looked around, inhaling the cold air.

Magnificent.

Michael slowly got down on his knees and placed his hands on the frozen surface. The wind was singing through the trees, as Michael started whispering in Latin. He concentrated on the bright spot of the light that was trapped deep at the bottom of the lake and called for it with all his power. She had a tendency to be really stubborn and ignore him most of the times.

BOOM!

A tiny fist knocked from the other side of the surface in an attempt to get out, and he saw her face mutilated in agony. Michael’s lips twitched in a mocking smile.

“Hi, baby. Did you miss me?”

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BakuDeku: Oblivious Izuku

1 Series. 57 Works.

What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me? by reading_raindrop (T | 8,303 | 4/4 )

“A-ah B-Bakugou! You dropped some pencils!”

Katsuki stiffened. Kirishima and Kaminari froze. Basically, everyone within earshot stopped what they were doing to look at Izuku like he sprouted a second head. What did he just call him? “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Katsuki whipped his head towards Izuku with his signature death glare as he stood up from where he picked up the fallen supplies.

“U-um I said you dropped some pencils! I think this eraser might be yours to-”

“No. What the fuck did you just call me?”

Izuku starts calling him Bakugou and it pisses the explosive teen off a lot more than he thought it would

It's Okay, Quirkless by VMarus ( M | 34,187+ | 15/? )

Izuku just wants to make his mother proud and to be happy with himself.

AU. Quirkless Vigilante Izuku!

[Major Character Death | Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

A Challenger Appears by MariaMediaOverThere ( T | 9,467 | 3/3 )

"Oh, so is Midoriya really seeking a relationship like that then?" And for the first time, there's a crack in Kota's impassive stance. Vulnerability. But also a glimmer of something excited- hopeful.

"I don't give a shit, but if Deku were, hypothetically, looking for a relationship," and Bakugou would be the first to know if he was, as well as the first to line up, and also suspiciously the only one alive in line. "He definitely wouldn't be trying anything with some shitty high schooler." Bakugou sneers, not even attempting to mask the distaste in his tone.

"So stick your obvious fanboy crush up someone else's ass, okay?"

The kid seems to consider this at first before looking Bakugou dead in the eyes, "Well in ten years when your pro hero injuries are forcing you into retirement, this shitty high schooler will have graduated med school and then it will be you versus a hot young doctor with a stable income."

With an air of finality, Kota shoulder-checks Bakugou while carefully holding the coveted Deku figurine in his possession.

"...Bitch."

Heart Out by minzie ( E | 65,588+ | 12/? )

Bakugou Katsuki was not the type of person you’d call in an emergency. Sure, he’d help you out if he was standing right next to you and you were about to get stabbed because of his damn hero complex, and because he’s maybe, kind of, somewhere a decent person, but that’s about it.

It was just his luck that someone needed saving tonight, in more than one way.

Lights. Camera. Hero! by brichibi ( E | 23,248+ | 6/? )

If there’s one thing Izuku Midoriya’s good at, it’s dreaming big, and dreaming hard. That’s why he’s in Hollywood, of all places, his hometown an entire ocean away along with his graduating high school class and single mother. But he’s gonna be an actor, an international sensation, a superstar like no other.

He just.

Has to convince the rest of the world.

Which is, admittedly, a difficult task.

[AU where "My Hero Academia" is an upcoming television series, everyone's an actor/actress, and romance happens behind the scenes]

Not All Heroes Wear Capes by vulcanhighblood ( T | 11,002 | 3/3 )

When Kacchan offered to scare off pushy groupies and nosy reporters for Izuku, he hadn't realized that Kacchan was planning to lie about the two of them being in a relationship in order to do so.

Room 207 by bakudeku ( Not Rated | 8,796+ | 4/? )

No one, not even Bakugou Katsuki, could deny that Izuku was adorable as fuck.

ᶜᵃⁿ ᶦ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵘʰʰʰʰʰʰ

ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᵏᵃᶜᶜʰᵃⁿ

[Suicide Attempt]

Oh, These Aching Bones by IAmStoryteller ( T | 17,470 | 10/10 )

The cold weather rolls in and Izuku suffers unexpectedly, which leads to a series of events to make Class 1-A and a certain loudmouth childhood friend turned rival realize that despite Izuku's greatness as a hero, they have to look after him.

The Childhood Friends-To-Sweethearts Contest by Merrywetherweather ( G | 3,064 | 1/1 )

Present Mic just wanted to throw together a little event for couples and soon-to-be couples and these two 3rd year idiots come in and utterly destroy the competition while remaining 100% oblivious to everything that's going on around them.

This is more of a comedy piece than anything. I wanted to play around with the idea that Katsuki and Izuku probably still know a lot about each other and are ultimately still on the same wavelength. Like, you expect them not to know as much about one another, since they appear to not get along, but they know each other like the back of their hands.

[On Hiatus] Stay away from him, he's mine! by AShippingAddict ( E | 12,143+ | 4/10 )

Bakugou Katsuki knew Valentine's Day was just a day where everyone went crazy trying to make love happen. He didn't care for it. He especially didn't care that everyone seemed to want Deku. He didn't care. It didn't matter that people were starting to invade Deku's space. Or that people kept touching him. He did NOT care, not one bit.

Or people flirt with Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou nearly kills someone because he's jealous.

Bakugou's Childhood Sweetheart Survival Guide by Butterfree ( G | 28,333 | 4/4 )

Childhood Sweethearts is a Japanese game show series inspired by the popular book The Childhood Friends-To-Sweethearts Contest by Merrywetherweather originating as far back as 2018. Childhood friends who are now lovers from all over the world compete in what is known as the ultimate challenge to prove your love to that girl next door, or to gain confidence to propose to the boy you've been protecting since you were both toddlers. Gaining a huge following and recently signing a contract to have their show aired internationally, the organizers opted to set up camp for the fifth season off the beach that Class 3-A happened to be spending a vacation on.

“Kacchan.”

“No.”

Deku gave him a look. “But I didn’t say anything yet.”

“You were thinking it. That’s enough incentive.”

Otherwise known as that other fanfic where Izuku and Katsuki sign up for a childhood sweethearts competition while remaining 99% oblivious to their growing feelings for each other.

[Homophobia]

Dirty Little Thoughts by MariaMediaOverThere ( E | 5,680+ | 2/3 )

“Think you can take me on one-on-one, shitty nerd? Better prepare yourself, because I’ll fucking knock you up!”

“You’ll what?”

“OUT! I MEANT OUT! I'll knock you OUT!"

Or Bakugou grapples with being a Deku-vert. That's right; a Deku-pervert. That's just what he is now.

Defenestration by amarielah ( E | 1,834 | 1/1 )

A drunken Bakugou pays Izuku a visit via window. Things get messy.

Series Part 3 of Bakugou Katsuki: Human Disaster

[Dubcon]

there are a million things to run from, but i'm not one of them ( T | 3,961 | 1/1 )

Soulmate! AU Bakugou Katsuki is a firm ideologist in the belief that winners conquer everything and losers gain nothing. He's lived his life with an explosive demeanor and icy heart, and even as a model, he refuses to lighten up for the sake of public image. There is little that can change him, and nothing that can shake him- until he meets an insecure photographer whose fingers shake behind flash, but whose eyes shine stronger than anyone he's ever met before. Oh, and who makes a soulmark spring up on Bakugou's wrist the second their eyes meet. [In which Bakugou has no idea what secrets Midoriya Izuku is hiding, but he's determined to find out and in doing so discovers that sparks don't just come from cameras.]

[Past Abuse]

Drunk Confession by bombingking ( M | 4,613 | 1/1 )

In which Izuku is invited to his first college party and is oblivious to the fact that the person who invited him also happens to have a secret crush on him.

[Series] Arranged by amiluna ( Not Rated | 2 Works | Complete )

Izuku knows as a quirkless he will be married off soon...he had hoped it would be to someone he wanted, but then life always messes with him like that. Add in the childhood friend he forgot and you have one hell of a mess for the boy who just wants to decide for himself for once.

After Arranged, Izuku moves in with Katsuki. From here on out, he encounters hardships revolving his former friend and the joys of making a new friend. The only question now being will it all blow up in his face and threaten everything he has?

Forgetful by Pop_Rocks (v_love) ( E | 3,436 | 1/1 )

Normally Bakugou managed to contain his temper -- even if it was just a little -- when it came to Midoriya. Even still, his outbursts just seemed to make Midoriya laugh now, mostly because it was never over anything big and Midoriya was no longer afraid of Bakugou doing anything but make little threats that he very rarely went through.

Normally.

Today was different though.

----

In which Midoriya forgets his and Bakugou's anniversary.

Series Part 1 of Kacchan and Deku's Shenanigans

[On Hiatus] “can’t sleep love” by avalescence_hurlocked ( G | 20,782+ | 7/? )

tell me, am I going crazy? tell me, have I lost my mind?

alternatively; Bakugou's got a crush, and he's got it really bad, but he doesn't want it at all. at least, that's what he tells himself.

Only for a bet (I fucking swear!) by Dana91 ( M | 3,096 | 1/1 )

Inspired by Tinogeb's fanart

Bakugo Katsuki teased. Bakugo failed. How did he end up fucking the damn nerd?!

That’s Not It! by Pop_Rocks (v_love) ( T | 5,800 | 1/1 )

Midoriya felt distracted lately, he couldn’t exactly pinpoint its cause (although he had an idea) which was even worse. However, he found himself spending less time focusing in class and during quirk training. He found himself drifting in and out of the conversations around him, and he found that he was a little flustered.

————

In which Midoriya realizes he has feelings for Bakugou after Bakugou’s gotten a little soft.

Series Part 7 of Kacchan and Deku’s Hooplas

Bakugou Deals With Jealousy in a Creative Manner by Renex ( E | 1,672 | 1/1 )

“That fucking half and half bastard I swear to god next time he pulls some shit like that again I’ll blow his head right off his shoulders.” Bakugou practically snarled, slamming the door to his dorm room shut before tossing his bag to the ground and collapsing down onto the bed.

“Kacchan, relax. He was just helping me that’s all.”

“Helping you?” The short-tempered blonde practically snorted, sitting up on his elbows so that he could get a better look at the freckled boy standing in front of him. “The man was practically tongue fucking you.”

Distance by IAmStoryteller ( T | 32,273 | 11/11 )

Distance makes the heart grow fonder. (Izuku and Bakugou deal with living life thousands of miles away from each other in their own way)

The Way You Used To Do by edema_ruh ( T | 23,710+ | 3/? )

"We're really sorry", his father says, in that teary-eyed, wobbly way Katsuki most certainly didn't inherit from him, thank fuck. "But your friend, Izuku, he's...", he hesitates for a moment, as if trying to find the right words for that situation. "He's gone, son", he concludes, giving Katsuki's hand a squeeze. Behind him, his mother stands, face almost as impassive as ever.

Katsuki can do nothing but blink up at them for moments that feel like an eternity, eyes darting between both his parents in obvious confusion, disbelief, and, more than anything, indignation.

"What the fuck are you two talking about?", he asks, not as aggressively as he would have liked to. "The damn nerd is standing right beside you!"

During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Being assumed dead from his lack of brain function, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in his soul-like state is no one other than Kacchan.

Tempura Spitfire by Chyme ( T | 17,977+ | 4/6 )

‘Fuck. Flowers it is. Massive, sunshine, everything-is-fucking-great yellow ones, that will make him sneeze his head off.’

Months ago, Bakugou Katsuki had had a conversation with his father that had inspired him to act on his feelings for Izuku. This is the story of how said attempt turned out.

And don't give me that look, dear reader. Things are gonna turn out fine.

Series Part 3 of Dinner and A Show (Of Explosions, Presumably)

Bad at Love by officiallytrash ( T | 102,022+ | 11/? )

Class 1-A is put to the test in one of U.A.'s classes and tests where they face a faux-villain they can't seem to win against. During the two-day fighting, Bakugou noticeably becomes more and more shaken by the faux-villain.

Midoriya wants to help him and to become his good friend once again. Bakugou knows there is more than friendship in his own head but wants to keep Midoriya close, if only to keep him safe. But with jealousy, friendships, and their dreams on the line, they have to get even closer to help the other.

[On Hiatus] Efflorescence by SleepieAsh ( T | 10,349+ | 4/? )

As beautiful as they were, he grew tired of the sight (and taste) of green chrysanthemums after the first petal fell from his mouth.

(Somewhere between the bug-catching and hand-holding, Bakugou fell for his childhood friend. In turn, he traded the relief of surgery for feelings of fondness and the misery that came with it.)

spring snow by altruisticizuku ( G | 1,008 | 1/1 )

izuku is a bit of a lightweight and katsuki might be kinda jealous.

bakudeku week 2018; day 2: romantic nights / dancing / your eyes

Series Part 2 of Bakudeku Week 2018

Broken Horns & Fragile Wings by zuccin ( G | 1,682 | 1/1 )

When Izuku was a child, he met an angel. An adorable angel that lived next door, Bakugou Katsuki. Years passed and Midoriya (or Deku) is sure his angel got even cuter by the time; he's glad they are together.

// In an universe where Angels and Demons live peacefully together, a green haired demon falls in love with an angel.

Series Part 1 of Angels & Demons

[Abandoned] Your Only One by iKrazybear (Hyuuwi) ( Not Rated | 14,258 | 8/? )

Bakugou gets pretty jealous of how much admiration Midoriya has for Todoroki.

He wants the cinnamon roll for himself.. so much that he can't control his emotions for him.

early bird gets the worm by yjslaugh ( M | 1,091 | 1/1 )

This is bullshit, he thinks. Katsuki was there when Deku shit his pants in elementary school. Since then he's made it his personal life mission to get everybody to stay the hell away from him. Partly because he hates his guts and partly because he's hopelessly in love with the damn prick. Ninety-nine and one percent respectfully.

Katsuki knows it's probably not exactly healthy to be so possessive over somebody whos not his, especially somebody he's meant to hate, but when has he ever been healthy? He's filled to the brim with trauma, anger issues and more emotional baggage than a white family going to Hawaii.

Endeavors of the Mind by KittKatt420 ( M | 44,464+ | 5/8 )

Bakugo and Midoriya both struggle with different aspects of their newfound relationship. Katsuki wants to be more open with his affections for Deku, but is hindered by his intimacy issues. Izuku covets Kacchan's affection, but is too afraid of being overbearing. BakuDeku-centric with mentions of KiriShido and TodoMomo. Yaoi. M/M Lemon flavored chapters.

[Panic Attacks]

Cookies by Dana91 ( M | 2,641 | 1/1 )

If Bakugo Katsuki receives a gift, he makes sure to say Thank you (mostly if it's a gift from Deku).

Inspired by: Cruxnix's art (thanks! (シ_ _)シ)

[Underage]

Don't Burn the Mackerels by Starpotion ( T | 1,376 | 1/1 )

Kacchan was willingly going to make breakfast.

The world was going to end early indeed.

Five times Bakugou Katsuki tried to get into Deku's pants, and the one time he succeeded by Moratorium19 ( T | 2,733+ | 3/6 )

« Is the smile included in the service? »

The waiter with the nameplate “Bakugou Katsuki” directed him the sourest glare he could muster.

“No,” he gritted out.

“Oh, good. You wouldn’t want to cheat your customers. I’ll take a light coke, a Big Mac without salad and onion rings instead of fries.” Izuku smiled, handing the menu back to the fuming ashen blonde.

“Sir” he bit out with barely restrained fury. “May I remind you that this is not Mc Donalds, but a Michelin star restaurant? Did you even have a look at the menu?”

“…No?”

“You fuckwad,” Bakugou hissed and cussed twice more internally. There went his paycheck.

(What you need to) Overcome by neerapen ( T | 2,751 | 1/1 )

Waking up in an hospital bed is normal routine for Izuku. Waking up with Kacchan's quirk still humming in his veins, however, makes him think. And everybody knows he shouldn't do that.

Or: Izuku doesn't know. Katsuki doesn't say it.

Series Part 2 of Nantonaku

[PTSD]

Not-Dates and Makeup by zuccin ( G | 2,137 | 1/1 )

Midoriya and Bakugou were hanging a lot lately. Not as a couple, obviously (at least Midoriya thought so). But the catch is: why is Katsuki so pretty with makeup?

Series Part 2 of Bakugou & Makeup

Falling by Dokuine ( G | 2,016 | 1/1 )

Midoriya Izuku did not have much experience or luck when it came to love, but he never expected it to literally knock him onto his rear one day. Not that he recognized it for what it was, not in that first meeting.

tribulation by insanityxspeaks ( T | 5,852+ | 2/? )

At least fifteen minutes of pep talk and reckless alcohol consumption later, Izuku and Ochaco stood pink-eared in front of Katsuki’s door. The duo didn’t dare look at each other. They didn’t dare breathe. They didn’t dare move, aside from Ochaco’s nerve-induced reaction of floating several inches from the ground. The only sounds that broke through the silence were the creaking of their open jaws and the creaking of the bed inside the room. Explicit utterances. Breathy moans.

A minute later, Ochaco: “. . . Those are one hundred percent the sounds of two men fucking.”

[A five-year reunion and drunken shenanigans brings Izuku to a door he swore he'd closed. A love story.]

Warm by Fitzfire ( G | 3,564 | 1/1 )

After graduation, Bakugou and Midoryia move in together. Still oblivious to the nature of their bond, and the feelings they harbor for each other, they fall into a routine.

Could a broken air conditioner throw a wrench in that?

Series Part 1 of Have Your Cake And Eat It

The Walk Home by artemancy ( G | 1,105 | 1/1 )

It's dangerous to walk around with your head in the clouds.

Workplace Relationship by bkdkwritingsdump ( T | 5,916 | 3/3 )

Izuku, the son of an extremely wealthy family, works at a high-end department store shortly after graduating college to get some real world experience and figure out what he wants to do with his life. His total jerk of a boss, Katsuki, also happens to be his old childhood friend who he hasn’t seen since middle school. And, on top of it all, his parents are breathing down his neck to find someone he can marry before he’s thirty. Katsuki overhears this… and asks him out.

Private Practice by thiefqueen ( M | 2,670 | 1/1 )

Midoriya accidentally sort of sets up a private fight with Bakugou during class after realizing he has a "problem" with the other teen. Their teachers are happy to set the fight up (and they not-so-secretly ship it).

Put It On Me by mangosmoothiecoran ( T | 31,018+ | 9/? )

Izuku has always had a passion for dancing. Looking up to the Pro-Dancers of the country, he always wished to be great. However, after moving away from his hometown and all he has known, he lost something inside of him. Fast forward eight years and Izuku finds himself in his second year at the prestigious dance academy of U.A.. Under the wing of Pro-Dancer All Might, his second year brings him face-to-face with a dance competition that will challenge his skills as a dancer and the normality he is used to. Unable to feel confident in what he is doing though, Izuku is reunited with a childhood friend who sparks a fire in him that died when he left his hometown.

(This summary will most likely change)

It's Not A Date! by otaku916 ( M | 3,672+ | 1/? )

“If he doesn’t attack you the moment you walk through the door his dick is broken.” Ochako interrupted, making Izuku and Iida both choke on their spit.

What happens when you have the emotionally constipated, gruff, socially inept guy ask out the oblivious nervous wreck? An awkward disaster of a date that's what. Go through the pain of first dates, hormones, and running away from your feelings that comes with going through puberty - all while training to be a hero!

Island by ScreamingYearly ( T | 4,825 | 1/1 )

There wasn’t any room in Katsuki’s heart for crushes or love. He didn’t want to indulge any of those things until he had the proper time, but becoming the top hero wouldn’t allow him that time, and that was something he was fine with.

So, of course, during the beginning of third year, Katsuki promptly fell head over fucking heels for Midoriya Izuku.

[Underage]

Fae Boy and Explosion Girl by Swifty_Heart ( T | 11,196+ | 2/? )

I wanted to write a story about Izuku being a cute little fairy, this is fluff and Katsuki is an adorable girl. Izuku doesn't need One For All he's a badass fairy. Mythical creatures live among humans but humans don't know this

Fate Awaits by empressrice ( T | 4,329+ | 2/? )

Soulmates are supposed to be perfect for each other. They are supposed to meet and fall in love and be together for the rest of their life.

When Izuku and Katsuki find out that they are soulmates it feels like that for the moment, but reality comes crashing down on both of them, a rift forming between the two, one that neither of them can ever see being fixed.

But when the universe declares something, it will come to fruition, whether they want it to or not.

Home Is Where Your Deepest Scar Is by Glamgas ( E | 7,121+ | 1/2 )

When Bakugou had heard that true bravery was loving the person you hated the most he could have laughed in the person's face. Doubled over in pure disbelief. How were you supposed to love someone you hated? How could you care for the person who had caused you so much pain?

---

Snapshots of Bakugou's journey in finding home in the person he hates the most.

Gift in Winter by DragonKRZ ( T | 5,854 + | 2/? )

No fucking way, it wasn’t possible. It was Deku they were talking about. The only thing Bakugou knows is that he's fucked. Kirishima should stop grinning at him and giving him thumbs up before he gets his face pummeled. Midoriya is an oblivious fluff ball while Todoroki joins the Deku squad. Tentatively set in the summer after their first year.

But I'm Batman (Deku) by theskywalkerkid ( M | 1,781+ | 1/? )

When Izuku was eight years old his parents died in a car accident and it left a hole in his heart. They left him with happy memories, company to run by himself, and his best friend/ butler Shinsou. To fill the hole in his heart Izuku started to do vigilante work under the name Deku, although quirkless he still manages to get his job done. However, when a threat against his life is made known his childhood friend and business partner Shouto, gets pro heroes to protect him. Enter Bakugou Katsuki the number one pro hero who is working with the police to hunt down the vigilantes for doing illegal hero work and also protecting Izuku not realizing that he is one of the vigilantes that he's hunting down.

Basically, a story where Izuku is Batman, but goes by Deku and works with other vigilantes to save people who he feels that the pro heroes neglect.

The Dragon Mark by multi_bnha ( M | 2,737+ | 2/? )

“Momma?” “Yes dear?” Inko asked. “Why do I have this mark?” Confused, Inko looked at her son. What is this little boy talking about? She checked all over his body and didn’t see any kind of mark on him. “What mark are you talking about sweetie? I don’t see anything on you.” “This one right here,” he says while lightly tracing above his elbow. Looking over his body again, she didn’t see anything different on him. “Are you sure there’s a mark on you Izuku?” Inko questioned one more time. “Yes momma, don’t you believe me?” Izuku said as tears started to form around his eyes. ‘Oh no, I didn’t mean to make him upset,’ Inko thought to herself. Pulling him in a hug she said,"Of course I believe you, don’t ever think that.” Sniffling he looked up at her, “Then how come you can’t see it? Is something wrong with me?” Feeling more guilty over what she said before she tried to reassure him that he’s normal and nothing seems to be wrong with him, even if she can’t visibly see it. As she’s comforting him, his tears slowly started to fall, but he made no sound and stayed in his mother’s embrace until he fell asleep.

Say you love me by Marsbears ( M | 32,919+ | 5/? ) I’m not really good at summaries but this should kinda spark your interest.

Izuku is going through his very first break up and suffering the whiplash affects of it. He very shockingly discovers he’s got a new neighbor and his name is Katsuki. They’re not the best of neighbors but by the end of the story they will be.

But basically Izuku and Katsiki end up falling in love but don’t necessarily know that they both feel the same way about one another because they’re both very slow in the feelings department when it comes to other people. But with the help of Bakugous best and only friend, Eijiro, and a lot of prolonged effort shit happens.

[Panic Attacks]

You're Always on My Mind by ariela_jack ( T | 3,034+ | 2/? )

Midoriya Izuku has a dangerous empathy/fuubutsushi quirk that could be taken advantage of, so he grows up not knowing and believing that he is quirk less.

A fic where Izuku figures out about his quirk and Katsuki helps him through it. Also, this is all going on while Izuku is battling through his mental health issues.

and/or

Izuku finds out about his quirk at a stupid class game on a field trip, with all the sexual tension there he realizes he can feel what everyone is feeling and goes red.

(I'm really bad at writing summaries, and just writing in general but I hope you like it.)

[Panic Attacks | Self Harm]

Bakugou's Aversion by Foolish_Observer ( E | 1,436+ | 1/2 )

Bakugou grew onto his classmates surrounding themselves around Midoriya since they started dating, but there was was one person who always seemed to piss him off since day one.

Chances by RyvernTerrus ( T | 2,002 | 1/1 )

Katsuki is apologetic. Izuku is shook. Both are oblivious fools.

How do we call this? by ravioligirl ( Not Rated | 2,973+ | 2/? )

Misunderstanding /ˌmɪsʌndəˈstandɪŋ/ [ (n.) a failure to understand something correctly.]

In which Katsuki and Izuku find where they fucked up and fix it

Snow and Forgotten Memories by Akira575 ( Not Rated | 938+ | 2/? )

During a trip with their classmates, Bakugo and Izuku get caught up in an avalanche! Izuku gets injured and loses his memories. Bakugo has to keep them alive during a blizzard and deal with Deku being basically useless. Will Izuku forget Kaachan forever? What will happen?

Make A Move (Katsudeku) by Death_by_Crayola ( T | 444+ | 1/? )

Katsuki Bakugou is what they would call a teenage delinquent, but he considers himself a hero. He's fighting against an oppressive government who's bargaining to create a "utopia" but who are leaving the world stifled and grey. He runs a rebellion, one of no name, and is a highly wanted person in the world he lives in.

Izuku Midoriya is a quiet mannered, rule-abiding kid, but when he sees the infamous Bakugou in person, running from the police, when he's out buying groceries for his mother, he becomes fascinated with him and his cause, and ends up putting himself at risk to know what it means to want more than what's given to you.

(Originally called Uprising Imminent, I changed it and I like this title better)

#BakuDeku #KatsuDeku #BNHA #bkdkfl masterlist #Masterlist #long post #w:underage #w:violence #w:mcd #t:s #t:homophobia #t:panic #t:sh #t:pa #t:dubcon #t:ptsd #curator jay

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scifi fic from this drabble promt by @lxveille

1. In bed, with the morning news reporting that the microchips people have been getting implanted for years now have started malfunctioning and are causing people to behave strangely

warnings: blood, death, gore, cursing

wc. 3.3k

fem!reader x wonwoo

"frosties or sugar puffs?" you complain that you’ve never liked sugar puffs. he hands you frosties and a bowl mentioning something about how sugar puffs are the key to survival. you scoff grabbing the milk on your way to the table. "turn on the tv too."

you do.

BREAKING NEWS: AMERICAN SPIES HAVE LEAKED INTEL ON THE ABNORMAL ACTIVITY OF RUSSIANS

you turn up the volume. your dad turns around.

ACCORDING TO THE LEAKED DOCUMENTS, THERE HAVE BEEN INSTANCES OF ABNORMAL BEHAVIOR AND ACTIVITY FROM MOST RUSSIANS IN THE PAST TWO WEEKS. THE CAUSE OF THIS BEHAVIOR IS STILL UNKNOWN. WE ARE ALSO SEEING POCKETS OF THIS ODD BEHAVIOR IN DUBAI, CAPE TOWN, AND LIMA. PLEASE STAY SAFE.

the broadcast ends with goosebumps. you laugh it off. "sounds fake." your dad hums in response.

he finishes packing your lunch taking a second longer than usual to write and slide in the note he always writes you. you take the pack from him and give him a kiss on the cheek on your way out. he tells you to be safe and don't miss the bus.

you end up missing the bus anyways and walking to school instead.

you enjoyed school. unlike the other students your age. everyone enjoyed school as kids but somewhere between year 6 and 8, they all began to despise it. but not you. even in year 11 you still liked school.

maybe you would like school less if you went to public school.

you're glad your dad sent you to private school from a young age. it taught you manners, class, and a range of specific subjects that wouldn't be taught in public school. you've come to realize that private school has also taught you entitlement and superiority. you can't see why that's a bad thing though. you assume that's the entitlement talking. you know one scholarship student and she'll tell you all about the horrors of public school. sometimes you think that the stories are so appalling that she must be making them up. she swears she isn't.

the nejad academy preaches that each and every one of their naturally admitted students are special. you're told that everyday by the mural painted above the grand staircase in the main entrance. you don't understand why that is. but at some point hearing that constantly and seeing it everyday, you begin to believe it. and it's unspoken of course that the very few, very select scholarship students that are admitted to the nejad academy are not included in the specialty that you all share. and it's understood among all your naturally admitted classmates that jenny, the scholarship student in your class, is not the same as you. and that while jenny may be a friend, she will never be a part of your world. you have never been able to tell why that is. but she sticks out, like a sore thumb, like she wants to be disliked. but in actuality jenny is quite nice. you've never understood why. you've never thought to ask. you would only be answered with something about entitlement and superiority anyway.

"hey!" a girl in the academy's uniform says bumping her shoulder up against yours.

"hey krystal."

krystal fujioka, a japanese exchange student in your class. not a scholarship student, but you often times find yourself wanting to treat her like one. she could be worse than the scholarship students, utterly unbearable. but she was also probably one of the most elite students in the school. and for that reason exactly, you are more than just polite to her.

"hey did you ever figure out that calculus assignment? i texted you about it."

shit, you completely forgot about the assignment.

"ah no, i actually never got around to it. i completely forgot."

she laughs. "that's okay, i'll just ask someone else." krystal briefly turns to look behind her shoulder. "oh my god, look. jenny is behind us.”

you look behind your shoulder watching jenny walk towards the school in a lame fashion with her head bowed and her feet stumbling on themselves. “ew, sometimes i wonder what is with that girl.”

"oh, tell me about it."

you both walk in silence for the next minute or so keeping jenny in your peripheral view.

and it's when jenny suddenly stops walking towards the academy, do you and krystal start to hear the screams.

"what the fuck," krystal says. you assume she's talking about the screams and perhaps the suddenly audible sirens. it makes you feel odd. accidents happen all the time, yet something about this unsettles you. but krystal wasn't taking notice of that, her eyes were fixed behind her. "what's wrong with jenny?"

and when you finally find jenny's frame all you can say is: "oh my god."

there are more screams down the street, a man. a man running. straight towards you. "holy shit!" you start running and drag krystal with you. but when your legs feel like they might give out he-

"HELP ME. PLEASE KRYSTAL HELP." your body is held down by jenny. she latches onto you and krystal. krystal starts to cry, jenny keeps on screaming, and you watch as the man who was chasing you abruptly turns and runs straight into an old brick building. blood gushes from the wound on his head. you want to rip your eyes away from him and run away from jenny but you can't stop watching his body jerk in what you think are his last moments of life. you aren't sure if the whimpers you hear are from him or you.

"HELPP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME." jenny screams. her nails sink into your skin from where she holds. you push her away from you and krystal and keep running. you aren't sure if you're running in the direction of the academy anymore but your eyes are blurred with tears so you keep on running. running. running.

you allow your eyes to roam back towards where you think jenny is.

and in just a glimpse, you see a limping girl helplessly running towards the academy. she's still screaming, and she begins clawing. at her own eyes.

"girls! come quickly!" yells professor oh from one of the side entrances to the academy. and with whatever bit of energy you have left, you manage to run faster. faster. faster towards the building. krystal keeps up. the second you and krystal safely make it inside the doors of the school. you hear a bang.

jenny's lifeless body lays no more than a couple meters from the building. blood piles beneath her. it doesn't stop. gushing and flowing and staining her uniform. and she lies. still. so fucking still. in a pool of so much blood you're almost sure it couldn't have all belonged to her.

and you hadn't even realized professor oh was holding a gun.

the entire student body sits in the assembly hall. and it's only once you're seated do you notice the few empty seats in the almost full hall. you realize later that all four of those seats belonged to the scholarship students. in the air travels rumors, whispers, murmurs...

"i heard jenny went batshit crazy"

"did you hear about the little year 4 scholarship kid"

"i saw professor murphy throw a knife at this creepy old guy"

headmaster clears his throat into his mic effectively quieting all the students, the professors all stand lined up behind him. he tells you all not to worry and that your safety has been ensured. he tells you the national guard is on their way to bring you to a safer, more permanent space. and with a firm nod and a drone like repetition of the academy's motto the students are dismissed to home room.

you’re class sits in a hushed silence. you take your seat next to wonwoo a boy in your class who usually has his nose buried in a book. and while wonwoo is usually a pretty quiet, reserved boy, something about him today, something about the way he sits so silently staring out the small window in the back, something about him is different. you can’t help but wonder what he’s seen this morning.

when professor singh takes his place in the front of the classroom, he says good morning. the class remains silent. until

“professor, what the fuck is going on?”

and then the class erupts.

“are we going to be sent home?”

“is this the russia thing?”

“what about our families?”

“is the national guard actually coming for us?”

“where’s jenny?”

and with that question, barely said above a whisper by a boy named junhui who sits next to jenny, the class turns silent once again. except that you all remain aware of the sniffles and small cries that comes from krystal. you assume your classmates, like you, are doing their best to ignore them.

professor singh sighs. “i have no words,” he begins staring at the light brown wood of his podium seeming to search for the right way to break the news to the class, “jenny, won’t be joining us any longer.” and with the way he says it, it becomes apparent to the rest of your classmates that jenny is dead. and once again your class does their best to ignore the way krystal’s cries get louder. you hear a ‘jeez’ come from wonwoo.

professor singh sighs once more, and turns on the projector flipping the channels to the news. just loud enough to conceal the crying from krystal.

“excuse me professor singh,” professor oh enters walking towards professor singh’s desk in the front. they share a few rushed whispers and with one prolonged silence and a hesitant nod from professor singh, professor oh straightens and walks straight towards you and your desk not before giving a still crying krystal a quick pat on the shoulder.

“please, step outside with me for a second,” professor oh says beckoning towards you, you nod, “and bring your stuff.” you hesitate but listen grabbing your backpack and lunch pack. you’ve known professor oh long before you began attending the nejad academy. for your father and professor oh got along very well having went to the same finishing school and having worked in the same office before both moving on to different professions. in fact, according to your father, professor oh was with him when he brought you home from the adoption agency. professor oh had even bought you your favorite stuffy as a child. although, you hadn’t assumed professor oh called you outside for any of those reasons, you assumed calling you out had everything to do with jenny. and in a way you guess it did.

“are you alright?” he starts with. you nod, adjusting the strap to your backpack. “listen, i need to know if your father gave you anything or said anything particularly odd to you this morning.” you think back to this morning and your frosties vs sugar puffs ritual and can’t think of anything between you and your father that stood out from the usual.

“no, i don’t think so.” you mumble with a shrug confused as to the purpose of this.

“no note? nothing?” professor oh tries again.

“well, i mean he writes me notes with my lunch but they’re usually just i lo-”

and before you can finish what you’re saying, his eyes light up asking you to pull out the note. so you unbuckle your lunch pack and retrieve the notes from behind your apple slices. and in your father’s all too familiar scripty handwriting is written

“professor oh you clever snake, please tell me you know what to do now, my basement mate. all the plans are in my basement”

professor oh’s eyes light up even more. “what’s in the basement?”

“i’m not sure,” you respond rubbing your elbow feeling helpless and out of the loop, “it’s my father’s office. i never really go down there.”

“okay,” professor oh mutters beginning to rub his beard, “alright, here’s what we do.”

he bursts back into your classroom. “who here knows how to shoot a gun?”

professor singh mutes the news broadcast. “i’m sorry professor oh, but that is a completely inappropriate question to pose to-”

“i do,” says wonwoo raising his hand slightly.

“good,” professor oh muses, “wonwoo, come with us. and professor singh, i assure you there is nothing to worry about. this is all under headmaster groff’s instruction.” and you know by the manner of informality in which professor oh pushes you and wonwoo out of the classroom that it’s a lie. but you just can’t understand why.

“well this should be fun,” wonwoo jokes after he reads the note from your father. you let yourself laugh at that.

and you guess that’s how you ended up sneaking out of the academy in the passenger seat of professor oh’s honda civic with an armed wonwoo in the backseat heading towards your home.

“it’s locked,” you tell the boys when the door to the basement refuses to open.

professor oh pushes you aside and attempts to open the door himself.

his frantic pushes and pulls at the door are only met with more failure. “yeah, it’s locked.”

“yes but we already know because i know how to open a fucking door.” you scoff.

“i know, my fault, i’m just-”

“-sexist” wonwoo says from behind you taking the words right from your mouth.

he groans, “well, do either of you know where the fucking key is then?”

you roll your eyes at him. you hadn’t realize the school’s moral code for respect from professors and students alike could deteriorate so quickly.

you and wonwoo spread out searching your house for a key, while professor oh continues to kick and shove at the unbudging door.

“are you sure your father didn’t say anything to you this morning?”

you sigh, “no professor, he didn’t say anything to me we just fought over frosties and...”

“and what?” professor oh asks you.

you ignore his question and push past wonwoo who’s inspecting your father’s cd collection to reach the kitchen.

“no offence, but I don’t think a bowl of cereal is gonna help anyone right--oh,” wonwoo cuts himself off when you fish a key out of the expired box of sugar puffs.

“sugar puffs are the key to survival,” you mutter to yourself with a chuckle hating your father and his love for scavenger hunts.

professor oh quickly unlocks the door and runs down the creaking stairs with you and wonwoo at his heels. and as soon as he reaches the foot of the stairs he stops in his tracks. you and wonwoo both nearly topple over him.

“i thought you said your father would be at work by now?”

“he should be,” you tell professor oh moving past his stuck body to see what stopped him, “he leaves right after me.”

oh.

in the corner of the room your dad sits with his hands and feet tied to a chair and his mouth covered with black tape. you look for a kidnapper of sorts, but there is none. its just your father, alone. he doesn’t move his body. but his eyes are wide and red and you can barely make out the words behind his muffled screams.

professor oh is the first to move. he stands in front of my father for a bit before ripping the tape off his mouth.

and then all shit breaks loose.

your dad starts screaming. the sound fills your ears with fear. professor oh tries calming him but it only makes him worse. he starts thrashing around in his chair yelling incoherent words. his eyes are blurry and unfocused. you can’t move. you can’t speak. you’re glued to the spot by the stairs. wonwoo moves past you and tries to help professor oh. but by the time wonwoo nears the two men. your father manages to break loose from the rope binding his hands back. he attacks professor oh, jumping on his turned back dragging the chair his feet are still tied to behind him. wonwoo rushes to the two trying to remove your father from professor oh. they’re all screaming and yelling, and all the furniture around them starts breaking as they crash into everything. yet you’re still. unmoving. focusing on the dull color in your father’s eyes and the clarity in his voice. his screams overtake those of wonwoo and professor oh. you realize that there’s something about his slurred screams that reeks importance. you want to move, you want to help, but you can’t. you’re legs refuse to move. so you try and understand him instead. in the moment professor oh shifts slightly towards you, you’re met with your father’s eyes. the glint that surfaces in his eyes at the sight of you resembles the glint of the knife that appears in his hand. in that moment you understand.

professor oh’s screams pierce through the air, and the glint in your father’s eyes disappears with it.

“fuck!” wonwoo screams.

“damn it! what’s he saying?” professor oh yells back.

a shot rings through the air.

“he was saying kill me”

professor oh and wonwoo watch you in silence and shock. the blood that pools underneath your father’s motionless body on the floor reminds you of jenny. you feel sick.

“hey,” wonwoo says softly motioning to the gun you still have pointed to the spot on professor oh’s back where your dad’s head used to be, “lower it.”

you drop it. and a second later your body drops too. the resonating ring of the gunshot is replaced with your cries and screams. you ignore the way professor oh holds the gushing wound left from your father’s knife. you ignore the way your father’s warm blood seeps past your sneakers and soaks into your pants. this isn’t real. this can’t be real. you repeat until you can’t help but believe it.

“the bastard wasn’t immune” professor oh croaks dropping to his knees to the floor.

and at that you lose it.

“immune from what professor? what the fuck is happening?” you fume at him.

his voice starts small, “it’s really quite complicated..”

“it’s not fucking complicated at all!” you snap. “i watched a man run himself into a brick wall! i watched you shoot jenny! i shot my own father damn it! so tell me what the fuck is going on!”

and so he does. he tells you of him and your father’s old work that they did for the government. he tells you about the microchip update they engineered. he tells you about the project being shut down by the government and picked up by a private buyer. he tells you how your father was suspicious of the management change. he tells you how the update was only released privately to the upper class. he tells you how your father refrained from updating his own microchip. he tells you how by the time he learned what the buyer had planed, he only had one updated microchip left. he tells you how your father chose to implant you over himself. he tells you how he’s spent every second since designing a way to override the updated microchips.

the news settles uncomfortably in the back of your throat.

“so what was the private buyer planning?” wonwoo asks once the information soaks in.

“he planned to disable all the older microchip models.”

“what does that mean?”

you answer for professor oh. “he wanted to destroy all those microchips fucking up everyone’s brain in the process. it means he wanted to kill them.”

“but the thing is the buyer can only disable the chips in phases, one region after the next,” professor oh tells you, “and your father has been devising a program to nullify his ability to do that.”

“do you know if my dad ever finished engineering the program?”

“that’s what we’re here to find out.”

“so what now?” wonwoo asks.

you shrug, “i guess now we save the world.”

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The Halloween Party- Chapter 2 (NSFW)

He’d briefly cursed picking such a high-up place, climbing awkwardly up the ladder with his peg leg hanging to the side, relying mostly on his upper body strength to drag himself along, with breeze whipping at his vampire cloak and dragging uncomfortably at his throat. But at least it was a good spot, out of sight and out of mind of the Halloween party still raging across the base. Here out of the wind, behind the shelter of stacked crates and metal barriers, nobody would find them, or interrupt them again.

She was already waiting for him, and before he could even properly greet her or say something raunchy, she had taken the booze bottle from him and downed two solid swigs from it…and then all of a sudden she was upon him. He’d barely even arrived, but she acted like she’d been waiting for hours, stewing in impatience until she could get her lips back on his. Her clutching hands gripped at his costume, and he would have made some snappy quip about how he was supposed to be the impatient one and how she was stealing his bravado, but she was eating his words and eating his face and he probably wouldn’t remember the quip later on anyway.

Sexual frustration.

Those were the only words he kept coming back to, again and again. Sexual frustration. Not on his part, of course. He was a bloke who had his priorities straight, his ducks in a row. He was never above a good wank when he started having urges. And he had those urges very often. Sometimes multiple times a day. But when he was frustrated, he just wrangled his donger until it cooperated again, and spent his frustrations into his hand or a sock or a tissue, or one time into Roadhog’s favorite hanky, which had earned him such a whomping that he’d been bruised for weeks after.

No, the sexual frustration was not on his part at all.

But that was the only reason he could think of as to why Mei’s hair was tangled in his flesh hand, keeping a grip as her head moved back and forth in an unsteady pace, with him grimacing and grunting along with the wet sucking noises between his thighs. She’d been so eager to remove his pants that she didn’t even notice that one leg was still caught on his peg, inside-out and stuck on the joint. Poor girl, she was so cock-starved that she was all but devouring him, and drove herself so hard that she would occasionally have to cough, or choke down a rapid breath before pushing him right back in. It was almost a little concerning, really- though his concern was dimmed by the simple fact that it felt so fucking good and his constant need to tell her so.

“Fuck, darl, that’s good. You’re so good…Yeah, that’s my good girl, take it all, suck me, just a lil’ more…”

He could feel himself almost down her throat as she took him deep, and he wondered what it would be like to cum down her pretty little gullet. Right past her tongue and into her belly. If she couldn’t taste it, would she even notice he’d done it? Could someone like him cum stealthily? No, he was a bit of a noisy sort and would no doubt forget himself in the process. Probably not. And he couldn’t risk startling her and ruining a good thing, not with someone like her.

There was a soft jingling sound, tinkling in a steady rhythm and for a while he could not figure out from where. It turned out to be Mei’s hair pin, with the little jeweled grinning pumpkin swinging to-and-fro on the end of its beaded chain. It clicked against the metal rod holding her hair in its bun, where strands of hair were starting to escape, mussed from his fingers holding the bun with every downward motion of her sucking lips. His eyes darted to the winning smile of the jack-o-lantern, almost as wide as his own smile, and the way it grinned so cheekily. Junkrat and the pumpkin pin shared a very private and (admittedly) very odd little moment as their eyes met over her moving head. Seemed everyone was enjoying this.

He was distracted again when she finally pulled off him with a wet pop, those big brown eyes peering up at him from between his spread legs. The night air was cold, and her saliva made it colder. He could barely suppress a shudder and wished she’d put it back in the warmth of her mouth again, but she wiped at her lips and smiled a drunken smile as she sat up and started pulling off her belt for the second time that night, staring at him with a little squint. He couldn’t really be sure if it was her lack of glasses, or the alcohol in her system.

“You have...a really cute freckle. On your nose. I like your nose freckle,” she told him, voice still slurred.

“Ah…Heh! Yeah thanks, darl. And the doc says it’s non-cancerous!” he replied proudly.

“Um, okay. And your little curl. What even is it, this curl? So cute.” She reached forward, the plush rim of her sleeve brushing his cheek as she reached out to the little lock of hair where a cowlick might have once been before all the fire and radiation, springing out over his forehead.

“Uh!” He wasn’t used to anyone complimenting him, which was why he complimented himself so much. But he definitely wasn’t used to Mei of all people complimenting him. And now she was telling him he was cute, and for some reason it felt almost as good as when she was sucking his cock, but in a different way? Pinch him, he was dreaming. “What hair I got left, yeh? Hehe. Uh. You’re cute, too. Cuter, I mean. Blimey, you’re cute. But ya know that! And I know that you know! Uh-”

Grabbing the bottle to calm his nerves, he took another drink and then regretted it. The comfortable haze around his senses was nice enough, sure, but what if he got whiskey dick? He’d never had whiskey dick before, but he’d heard it could happen. What if this was his one and only shot with Mei, the only night he’d ever have the chance to be with her, and that weird Chinese booze threw off the angle of his dangle? What if she laughed at his flaccid cock and then told everyone on base about it?

No, that was a stupid thought, wasn’t it? Mei didn’t even want to be seen near him, much less gossip to the whole base about his inability to perform. Plus, she was still sweet-natured enough, even if it didn’t go all the way through her. Like a sugar coating that turned out to be salt. Everyone else might have been fooled by her syrupy nature, but not him. Not with the way she treated h-

“Gghhh!”

His back hit the floor, sprawled out atop his vampire cape. His throat closed up and all suspicions were driven from his mind when he realized he has been pushed there. Mei had one hand splayed across his bony chest, supporting herself as she straddled his lap, her legs clad in nothing but her underwear. When had she taken her pants off? Shit, he’d missed it! Stupid brain, worrying about flaccid performance when his favorite ice queen was taking off her pants right in front of him!

She sighed a little as she sat astride his narrow middle, shrugging off her fluffy coat to reveal the tank top that he’d been shoving his fingers into only minutes earlier. There really was no doubt about it: Mei had the nicest tits of anyone on the whole base. Probably the whole world. They also happened to be pretty much the largest (and he was a man who had an appreciation for large breasts and hips) and the softest, and basically the best things he could ever remember getting his hands on. He wished he still had his other hand, one with the full range of nerve endings and feelings of touch. Then he could grope her with that one too.

Her tank top was peeled away, and they bounced free of her bra a moment later. Instinctively he reached for her, sliding her up so he could began ravaging the pale skin with his kisses, though she pushed his face away when he bit too much at them. Right, he still had to control himself, could only bruise her softly. Capturing one of her nipples between his lips, he suckled at her until they stood to attention, and then pinched a little with his teeth until she squealed. She tasted like sugar and sweat. Perfect, perfect, she was perfect and she was all his at least a little while.

“J-Junkrat! Not where anyone can see!” she reminded him as he tried to leave a similar bruise to her throat.

“Right, forgot! Just…you smell so nice, taste so good. I wish I could-” He muffled anything further in the depths of her tits, burying his face in before he told her what he really wished. How he wished people would see them- the bruises. How he wished he could suck on her throat like the vampire he was dressed as, and mark her up, and leave pretty purple and blue claims all over, so that that fucking cowboy and anyone else knew to step off from what wasn’t theirs.

At least he could stop being concerned about the whiskey dick, it seemed. His donger was standing to full fucking attention, and the flared head was prodding insistently at the noticeably moistened crotch of her panties, right atop the wet spot where the cloth got darker. And it was him making her cunt drool like that, not the cowboy or the archer or the tiny weird bearded man- it was all him. He could feel it, especially when she shyly hunched her shoulders, almost as if she was still sheepish, but then began rubbing herself completely without shame along the length of his cock, until the cloth was positively sodden between them.

His mechanical hand kept its grasp on her hip, pushing her down as she rode his length, but the other slid up along her spine before flattening upon her shoulder blades and pressing her chest down towards him, long tongue dragging across the tops of her breasts and painting her with saliva, lifting up goosebumps as it cooled in his wake. She shivered under his fingertips. So the little ice queen could still feel cold? Interesting. Good thing that he was here to take care of that.

He couldn’t hold back a growl, gripping her around the middle and starting to grind himself up into her. Damn lady panties were in the way or he’d already be inside her, but there was something tantalizing about how she was keeping him at bay. Normally he didn’t bother with teasing. Either there wasn’t enough time or he simply was too impatient to care. But having her- the real Mei, herself- so close and yet being kept from his prize just by one thin layer of fragile wet cotton? It stoked the flames in him, to be sure.

But in the end, he hadn’t come to be teased- he’d come here for a round of booze-fueled fucking. Maybe if they were both sober and they were in a proper bed, maybe with ropes or cuffs or silk ties or things he’d read about, she could tease him until he exploded. But that was unlikely, wasn’t it? She didn’t even want to be seen associating with him, so why waste both their times? They were here for one reason only.

Pressing a hand to flatten her against his chest before it slid down the pale expanse of her back, he craned his neck to look over her, grasping the base of his cock as his other hand pulled her undies aside. She was slick. So slick. So slick that he slipped across instead of in, prodding blindly and inelegantly until he felt it catch. And then, grasping roughly onto her hip, he pulled her down just as he pushed up.

She uttered a noise like she was breaking, and panic flooded through him. Didn’t want to hurt her. He would never hurt her. Or at least, he wouldn’t mean to. He froze mid-thrust, looking at her wide-eyed before he went to withdraw. But to his surprise, her fingers curled into his chest and she looked up at him almost pleadingly, tightening her legs around his hips to keep him there.

“N-no! It feels good. Just…it’s been a little while,” she said haltingly, with the sour scent of báijiǔ still on her breath. “Keep going. It feels good.”

He was still unsure, and it must have been written all over his expression. Couldn’t keep a fucking poker face for the life of him.

“Please?” she finally muttered after a few moments, almost a whimper. “Please make me feel good…?”

It made the inside of his ribs hurt, the way she said it. And for some reason it made him a little angry? Not at her, of course. But at…the world? The kind of world that had done such awful things to the both of them, maybe. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was just another one of those times where he got mad at nothing. Best not to think about it. And not thinking about it proved a little easier when she eased herself back onto him, trying to shift her hips even at her odd angle, sliding up and down atop his length. Breath hissed from his nose, nostrils flaring, and he put his hands back on her to help her move.

He tried to focus on the wet heat that hugged every inch of him, on the burn of friction as he began short little rabbiting thrusts to open her up and ease himself into the motions. He’d fantasized about this, so many times he’d lost count. Granted, his fantasies never involved pumpkins or vampire costumes or awful Chinese booze or Halloween at all. But he’d take it. He’d take it and he’d take her. Maybe she had a thing for vampires? If she did, maybe he’d make the vampire costume part of his whole…thing? Then again, didn’t that Talon bloke have the whole spooky costume thing already-

Focus. He needed to fucking focus. She needed this and he needed her.

“Fuck, you’re tight, you’re so tight,” he heard himself groaning. “Unngh, cunt’s the tightest lil’ thing I’ve ever felt. Been a good girl, huh? Kept all sweet and tight, waitin’ just for me-” He petered off at the end, hips still thrusting in small quick strokes. Fuck, maybe he shouldn’t say shit like that if she really was a good girl? Which she was. “Uh, I mean…Heh! I’ll shut my yap.”

“No! Keep talking,” she replied, and he thought he heard impatience in her tone. “Your mouth is…it’s dirty? But it’s good? It’s good. Keep talking.”

“Y’sure?”

“Yes! I came out here to…I won’t break, Junkrat. I want this. I want you to be you. Be rough and say strange things like you always do!” she demanded with such vehemence that it surprised the both of them, and she bit her lips inward and quickly mumbled a little, “Um…Please?”

He eyed her for a moment, eyes gleaming yellow in the blue darkness, in the shadow of the tower looming above them. But then his face split into his usual grin, teeth glinting white and gold. “Well! Can’t say no t’that, can I? Guess I’ll be a gentleman, then, since you said please and all.”

“Um…Thank you? I didn’t mean t- Aah!”

Her words were cut off as he suddenly surged upward, lifting her with a heave of both arms as he maneuvered his legs under him to kneel, the scrape of his metal peg kicking up a spark as it crossed the ground. With a few quick yanks, he slid her ruined panties down and tossed them away. Setting her back down atop his cock, she took to the new position and wrapped her legs around him, looking up in a rather shocked manner. But the shock was short-lived, when he spread her thighs wider apart with his own, and promptly began thrusting wildly up into her.

“Yeah, you like that?” He growled into her breasts, pressing her spine so it arched against him. “You wanted somethin’ a little rough so you came t’me, is that it? Heh, said I got a dirty mouth. Who’s the dirty one here, love, throwin’ me in a pantry and kissing me like that? Starting to think you might be more of a dirty girl than you let on.”

“Y-yes!”

Well this sure was a fucking welcome surprise. Sweet and salty little Mei also had a bit of a spicy side. Who knew? Was it just the booze? Nah, booze just made it easier for her to admit. That sort of thing was probably laying dormant for ages. In fact…that might have just been part of why she pretended not to like him so much. And while it might have been a bit sly and low of him, he decided that now -while distracting her by giving her a vigorous pumping- was a good time to ask.

Licking up her neck, he hissed into her ear as she jolted up and down atop him. “S’that why you’re always such a lil’ shit to me, Mei? Because you been wanting this and didn’t wanna say it?”

Her nails raked across his back, leaving red risen skin as they went, her voice uneven. “You’re a t-terrorist! And a bully!”

Nothing he didn’t know already, but he narrowed his eyes and bit down upon her shoulder. “So are half the folks here, you absolute prat. So why me!”

“Because you’re…you!” she snapped back, tightening her legs around his hips and pushing herself more fiercely atop his pounding length. “Why do you have to be you! With your freckle and your curl and- but all the bad things too!”

They were fighting again, and both had realized it. With his blood singing, he pried her legs off him and threw her onto the ground, atop his costume cape serving as their blanket. It probably stung a little, but he wanted it to. Glaring back at him, huffing in that adorably puffy way he loved, she lay back, thighs still spread and shiny with fluid and sweat. Repositioning himself, he dove right back atop her, reckless energy all concentrated in his thrusting…and arguing.

“I ain’t going to apologize!” he snarled, gripping one of her calves and hauling it over one bony shoulder, turning and biting his teeth into the meat of it as she groaned beneath him. “For the way I am! Which works because fuck knows you apologize enough for everybody! F-fuck! Ungh, fuck! Take it!”

“There’s nothing wrong with good manners!- Mmnh!” She gasped aloud, lips hanging open and panting. “Not that you would know!”

“Said the ice princess what came to me to plow her because of my ‘bad manners’!” He continued beating his hips into hers, sweat rolling off him now. The stink of aggression between them was making it far more intense than he’d first meant. “And you seem to be likin’ it, by the by. Clenching me like that…F-feels so good…”

She managed a distracted nod, even as she spat back, “You’re the one who tried flirting with me before you even knew my name, and wanted to give me an omnic skull as a flowerpot! O-oh, right there! Junkrat!”

“I thought you would like flowers! Who wouldn’t like that!” He focused on the spot she’d said, swallowing throatily as she called his name.

“Me! I didn’t like that, and you’re impossible! So why do you have to be so tall and have a cute freckle and that curl and…and all the nice things, too! Why are you like this?”

“I dunno! Why are you the way you are?” He saw how she had pivoted a bit onto her side to talk to him, and took advantage. Slinging one leg over her thigh, he pinned it beneath him as he stretched her other leg further over one shoulder, leaving her spread wide and open as he plunged back within. Bowing his long spine above her, he loomed above her face so they could glare at one another, even if it was getting harder. “I just wanted you to fuckin’…I dunno! Look at me! Talk to me! Give me a bloody chance, darl!”

“You could have just asked politely. Oh! Oh, that feels…so good…”

“You certainly didn’t ask politely before you started shoving your tongue in my mouth earlier tonight. Uh, ya know. Like this,” He sneered before leaning down and kissing her deeply, dragging her tongue out from her mouth and right into his. Grunting, with his breath hissing across her face, he held her legs open with one strong hand as he paused in his rhythm.

That must have displeased her, because she began undulating her lower body, and started thrusting herself onto him instead. And that sent him moaning into her mouth, eyes fluttering stupidly as he rested, and she took over. It wasn’t as deep or fast, but the feeling of her using him to pleasure herself was certainly worth a pause to enjoy. Even when she peeled her lips away just enough to breathe more insults into his open mouth.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have. Because you smell like gasoline.”

“Nothing wrong with a bit of petrol odeur, love. Besides, not as overpowerin’ as your damn Chinese booze. Nn- Yeah, yeah! Fuck, keep movin’, just like that...Good girl.”

She kept moving like that, her bangs sticking to her forehead and her eyes somehow even larger and darker than usual. For a while she was silent other than her breath and the little effort noises of sex. But eventually she sniped back at him, because that was just how they were.

“…And you’re too tall. You don’t even need to be that tall.” She smacked her hips up into him more sharply, enough that it knocked the wind out of him a bit.

“Nah, love. S’all these top ‘Straya genes at work, so we can get things down off the top shelves for you. It’s heaps good. Asides, I don’t think you should be complaining about how big I am when you’re currently enjoying it.”

That one got her, and her face lit up pink again. Perfect.

Grinning widely, he retaliated, grabbing her around the middle and hauling her up until he was kneeling again with her legs on either side of him, brutally pounding downward while he held her in place. She lay with only her top half on the ground, and he got a nice eyeful of the way her breasts bounced hard with their motions, her fingers clenched into the cape under her. She was panting loudly now, they both were, and he could feel the telltale pressure starting to build in his nethers. It made fighting with her that much harder.

“Not complainin’ about your size, am I?” he said, hips still smacking steadily and getting more short of breath. “Not when you’re all squeezing tight like that. Fuck, you’re so small and tight in there, chokes the life right out of me. S’perfect. Why haven’t we been doin’ this for ages?”

“I don’t know. J-just keep going! Please, I’m almost-”

She reached up between her legs, rubbing at her little clit where he could not, his hands full just keeping her in place. He focused instead on driving into her all the harder, hitting that spot that made her groan the most. She really was magnificently small and tight, and her core was gripping him so hard and so perfectly that he was ruined. How was anything going to compare after this one? He would need more, eventually. Soon. Extremely soon.

Her voice was singing below him, crying wordlessly aloud as she was tipped over the edge. Ladies first. But he followed soon after. With a few more rough strokes, he snarled and pushed deep into her and stayed there. It was a good one, nice and intense, able to feel every pulse as he flooded her with a particularly nice load. She deserved the best, after all. He waited, an almost pained expression on his face with brows knitted and teeth clenched, until he had emptied every drop.

He made a few more meek attempts at thrusting, but it was useless. Although they did sort of squelch and she made a pretty funny face at the noise. Heh. Unwilling to leave her snug heat, he covered her body with his and went limp, even if it made her oof and support his weight. He’d worked hard, he deserved a rest, and her tits were the perfect pillows. And he could listen to the wild rampage of her heartbeat and the hush of her lungs working inside her chest as they both recovered.

She wiped at her sweaty forehead. “That…That was really…”

“Heh! Yeah.”

Shit. He wished he had more to say than that. He’d finally gotten to root the ice queen herself, but any more snappy comebacks were lost in a wave of content and tired fog, even thicker and softer than the haze of the báijiǔ. He felt like he could just snuggle down into her like a downy comforter and pass out. Maybe he could take a little nap, then wake up and root her yet again, just to start making up for lost time.

So why was there regret in her voice when she said, “I can’t…believe I just did that”?

His eyes opened again. “Huh?”

“That was amazing. But…I can’t believe I…Why?”

“Because…you wanted me to?”

“I guess it was just the báijiǔ. Too much beer and everything else.”

Well so much for the pleasant haze he’d been under. He lifted his head to give her an irked stare. “Really? We still lyin’ about that?”

“I’m not! It’s not a lie!”

“And they say I’m a liar, eh?” he said. “Blaming it on the booze, oldest trick in the book. You utter tit, do you even realize that we could have been doin’ this all along if you’d just admitted-”

“Bì zuǐ! No, it isn’t like that. I didn’t want just…this!”

He paused to squint again, confused, and she shook her head quickly.

“Er,” she said, realizing her mistake. “No, I mean I did want this. I really did want that part.”

“But?”

“But I didn’t mean…I wanted it to be more than this,” she said, voice a little smaller. She was slurring less now. “It wasn’t supposed to happen until you were better. I thought maybe here at Overwatch, you would change! You would get better and stop being…you! And then…and then I could like you and it would be okay…”

Golden eyes stared down at her, pupils still blown from booze and (apparently much-regretted) sex. He felt a rivulet of sweat ooze down his temple, down along the edge of his cheek and off his pointed chin, dripping onto the girl below him. Mei looked up at him, then covered her face with both hands and shrank down.

“I’m sorry! I ruined it! I didn’t mean to! Just forget what I was s-”

He blinked down at her, and his grin warped into a frown. “Huh. Wow…Uh, that’s kinda- Well, it’s a bit shite, isn’t it?”

“I know! I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying.”

“Fockin’ hell, love, you know how to ruin a mood. ‘If you would just change I could like you’. Yeah nah. Dunno if I can really get back to our little spitefuck, here. Damnit…” He pulled away from her, sitting back and running his metal hand through what was left of his hair.

“Then…Maybe that’s better,” she said, more mournfully. “I don’t want it to just be out of spite. Even if…I’m really sorry I ruined it, because…Um, you’re really, really good at it.”

His ego swelled a little at that, but he was still quite unsure of things. Shit, that wasn’t how this was supposed to go. He shouldn’t have even asked her, he should have plowed her and left, and then gone back to the way things were. He might have had a good thing here. Even if it meant just fighting and fucking her occasionally, it would have been something. Instead she was tossing addled and confused confessions at him while her tongue was loosened by booze and sex, and it turned out she was as big a liar as he was.

She was the one who had initiated everything with that kiss. Sexual frustration. It had been desperation. Desperation and alcohol. That was all. How fucking stupid he’d been, to think it could have been anything else.

He just grunted.

She sat up on both elbows, biting her lip. “But I liked it. I was really liking it, and even if we stop, I don’t want to stop?” She scrunched her face, her words garbled by alcohol, shooting a worried look to where he had withdrawn. “I don’t want to leave things there, or go back to how it was.”

He put his grin back on. “S’alright. Heh, not the first time I been shot down for being a junker. Or for, ya know, being…m’self. No worries! I don’t mind if ya hate me!”

“I don’t hate you. I’m just…I’m still getting to know you. And you are not what I am used to. Everything here has changed since I was…” She trailed off, either in some private thought or hesitation or who the fuck cared.

He looked out across the empty, desolate training yards, and wondered if maybe he should just leave. Maybe there was still time to head back to the party, even if he was in a shite mood now, and his post-orgasmic lull had so rudely been stolen from him. And the booze was still fogging his brains and his tongue was still thick, so maybe he should just scurry back to his room and sleep the rest of this shite evening off, and try to forget it. Even if he’d been so, so close…

He looked around for the rest of his costume, to get dressed. “Enh.”

The warmth of her clammy, naked skin was pressing against him again, holding herself to his back. “Wait. Please wait.”

“Why. Ya made your point, darl. I get it. I’m fucking off.”

“Please just wait for a minute. I know what I said was mean, and awful. And the way I treated you was… Junkrat…Is it okay if I call you Jamison? Your real name?”

“Why?”

“I don’t know…because it’s real? And calling someone names like ‘Junkrat’ or ‘Roadhog’ is really strange to me. Those are strange names. Especially to say during dinner. Which leads me to, um, would you like to go out to dinner? Or out for a boba? I’ll pay.”

Her fingers reached up and touched the side of his face where he’d been staring into space, and the yellow glint of his eyes darted back down to her. He’d heard that ladies were more complicated out here, out of the desert. And damned if he wasn’t used to being confused, but Mei was twisting his brain like a washrag.

“Are you askin’ me out on a date? Like right now? After all that?” he asked.

“It doesn’t have to be a date. If you want, it could just be an apology…?”

“Bloody…Mei, you’re chuckin’ mental ueys too fast here. First you hate me, then you like me, then you hate me again, but you’ve always sort of liked me…And then I should change but I should also be me because you like bein’ dirty but not…” He groaned, half collapsing atop her with his face wedging between her breasts again, so much so that his voice was muffled. “You gotta make up your goddamn mind, darl. Also I’d rather it be a date, thankyouverymuch.”

She pursed her lips down at him, reaching into her bosom to drag him out. “Then it’s a date. And it’s also kind of an apology, but it’s a date. And maybe it’ll be less confusing when we’re less drunk? I’m really sorry for tonight. Um. Except for the…you know. I kind of needed that. But I’m sorry for blurting out everything afterward. And some of the things before. And being…a bully.”

“I’m writing this down so I don’t forget it. This is ammo for next time you’re being a snit. You. Being a bully. Hehe!”

“Be serious, please. I really am sorry and I’ll make it up to you.”

He eyed her. He had to make it look like he was thinking it over. Because yeah he was still mad, but there was no way he was turning her down, even after everything.

“Arright. Twisted my arm just enough, love. Although just to warn you, get your wallet ready because I’m going to eat a lot. Like a lot.”

“Deal. And I mean it. I want us to figure things out…I mean, when we’re not drunk.”

It had been a hell of a Halloween. It wasn’t supposed to be this complicated. But she was a complicated lady and maybe he just needed time to sort this shit out. And she needed time to sort her shit out. And maybe they could discuss the rest of it at their next meeting. Their dinner. Their date.

She pressed herself against him once more, wrapping her arms around his narrow frame. And he relented, wrapping her back up in his long arms and crushing her to his ribs, pulling her halfway into his lap. He sat with his nose buried into her hair and his eyes closed, until they shot open a moment later when there was a wet sensation on his thighs. For half a moment he was unsure what it was, until Mei squirmed a little uncomfortably and he realized that she was now sitting upright and it was his semen leaking back out of her.

There was a lot. That really had been a champion load, and it had all been inside her. And even if it was just a bit gross…Fuck, that was hot. That was really, really hot. And if he just had a few more minutes, there was more where that came from. Already he felt a familiar twitch, and Mei glanced down knowingly as there was a sudden pressure starting to prod at her hip.

“Jamison…”

Her voice was low and husky and they could figure out all the rest of this complicated shit afterward. Right now, her fingertip was swirling temptingly around the ridges of his gaunt abdomen, and he could feel himself starting to rise back to the occasion.

He was grinning again. “Arright, so…do you still want toooo…?”

“Yes please.”

She leaned up to kiss him again, and he lay her down and pulled himself back atop her.

#meihem #meirat #junkmei #mei #mei-ling zhou #pumpkin mei #junkrat #jamison fawkes #vampire junkrat #overwatch #fanfiction #writing #smut #not sure about this one #but I tried

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Purrfectly Virgil : Christmas Day (Part 2)

AO3

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WARNINGS: sympathetic deceit, feelings of abandonment, very light swearing, feelings of being undeserving

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It had been so long since they had sat like this. They used to be like this all the time. Virgil purring happily while Deceit scratched him behind the ears just the way he liked it.

When Deceit first was awakened by Virgil, she almost forgot that it was no longer normal for them. She almost slipped right back into her old routine.

But she realized and, at first didn’t let herself. She instead made herself react to the touch and ask Virgil what he was doing. She even nearly spoke the truth. Something she only did around Virgil in the past.

When she said that, she could see Virgil stiffen and back away as he was brought back to reality.

It was when Virgil had sat on the bean bag and put his hood up that it finally clicked in Deceit’s head that he was upset. That’s the only reason he’d be there.

Despite the cold of her room, she felt herself sitting up and getting out of bed. Making her way over to Virgil, she dropped down to her knees and pulled down his hood.

“Don’t do that. I know that hurts your ears.” she said softly, speaking the truth.

She started to gently rub her ears and laughed when Virgil flushed a deep red as he released a little purr.

Standing up, she made her way back to her bed and crawled back under her heated blanket, enjoying the warmth it brought her.

“Ah, you haven’t changed.” she mumbled to herself smiling.

After she was situated in her blankets, she looked back up to see Virgil still sitting in the bean bag and starting to curl up on himself.

Giving a small sigh, she pat her lap and gave him a comforting smile when he looked up.

The small smile he had as he stood up and walked over filled Deceit with a happiness she had almost forgotten.

She couldn’t stop herself from smiling as she looked down at the little puff ball, once known only as anxiety, that was currently curled up on her lap purring happily.

However, despite her happiness that Virgil was back and not acting like she was completely evil, she was worried.

As the embodiment of lying, she knew when a side was hiding something or trying to ignore something, and Virgil was definitely not just stopping by for a visit.

Something was wrong.

She felt herself hesitate as she opened her mouth to ask. Did it matter? All she’s wanted for over a year was for Virgil to come back.

All she wanted was her friend back.

However, she couldn’t ignore her friend in pain. She had to say something.

“What happened Virge?” she asked quietly, still scratching him behind his ears.

She felt his body stiffen for a moment before he relaxed again and curled his knees closer to his chest.

“They don’t want me.” he whispered quietly, moving his body closer to Deceit’s.

She looked down curiously at Virgil and noted how his eyes became a bit glassy.

“What do you mean, puffball?”

Virgil gave a small chuckle at the pet name.

“Its been awhile since I’ve heard that one.”

Deceit gave a small frown.

“And you’re avoiding the question.”

Virgil’s face fell and he looked down at his hands.

“It’s Christmas Day.” he said, drawing his sleeves over his hands.

Deceit felt her eyes widen as she realized it was indeed December 25th. How in the world did she miss that?

Deceit waited patiently for Virgil to continue, still scratching behind his ears and running her hands through his hair.

Taking a deep breath, Virgil finally continued.

“Patton… he usually wakes me up, ya know? It’s one of the few days of the year in which I let them.”

Deceit gave a small laugh at the hypocrisy of his statement. Deceit was almost never allowed to wake up Virgil without suffering to some degree, but Virgil would wake him up whenever he wanted.

“But no one woke me up today. It’s already past two. There’s no way that they just forgot it was Christmas or something.” he finished sadly, curling up even more.

Deceit frowned.

“So you came to the conclusion… that they don’t want you?” Deceit asked softly, hiding the laughter that threatened to spill out. Of course Virgil would come to the worst conclusion possible like that.

Virgil simply gave a small nod and Deceit let out a small laugh.

“Virge, I’m almost positive that you misinterpreted the problem.” She said, brushing Virgil’s hair out of his face.

“Really?” Virgil asked quietly as he moved his head slightly to look at Deceit.

“Of course, puffball.” she said with a smile. “They like you. There’s no way that they would just up and ditch you.”

The smile on her face remained the same and her words held no trace of her distaste for the other sides. However, at the back of her mind, all she could do was be angry.

First, they take Virgil and try to make him someone he’s not. Then they go and do stupid shit like this that makes him freak out?

She might need to have a talk with them later.

Virgil gave her a slight nod and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

“Why are you sticking up for them anyway?” Virgil asked, glancing at Deceit. “I know you don’t like them.”

Deceit gave a sigh and brought her heated blanket up to her shoulders, shivering a bit.

“They don’t like me and I don’t like them, okay? But… I know that they care about you. There’s no way they would just leave you like that.” she gave Virgil a warm smile. “And even though I’d love to believe you visited me just because, I could tell you were upset.” she said, looking down at her blanket.

Virgil sat there for a moment before standing up and walking over to the bean bag. Picking up the present, he walked back over to the bed and held it in front of Deceit.

“I guess you’re right, but I also wanted to give you this.” he said, shifting around a bit and looking at the floor.

Deceit looked at the present and then back to Virgil as she took the present from his hands and held it in her own.

“I-I didn’t get you anything this year though. I actually didn’t realize it was Christmas until you said it.” she mumbled, fidgeting with the name tag a bit.

Virgil smiled and gave a small shrug.

“It’s fine. You’ve already given me enough.” he said, leaning forward and wrapping Deceit in a hug.

She froze for a second before dropping the present and hugging back.

They stayed like that for a minute before Deceit pulled back and slapped his arm.

“Okay, okay. That’s enough. Don’t you have some friends to get answers from?” she asked playfully as she leaned back in bed.

Virgil’s eyes went wide and he quickly began to stutter out, “Are you sure? I don’t mind staying here-” only to be cut off by a pillow being thrown at his face.

“Go.” she said laughing. “Before I go myself, which we both know won’t be pretty.”

Virgil sighed with a small shrug.

“Solid point, I guess.” he said, tucking his tail into his jeans and pulling his hoodie over his ears.

Deceit frowned at these actions but didn’t mention it.

For now.

“Merry Christmas, Dee. I’ll see you later?” he said.

Deceit gave a small nod and smiled.

“You better. Merry Christmas.”

He gave one last smile before disappearing and leaving Deceit alone once again.

She looked down at the present and picked it up, examining the wrapping.

Perfect. As usual. How someone with such shaky hands could wrap presents so nicely? She could never really say.

Tearing into the wrapping paper with as much ferocity as she could muster, she quickly opened the box and picked up the little note inside that read: ‘dear dee, merry christmas, i guess? i know things have been a bit rocky between us recently but i figured you might like this? it seemed like something you would enjoy. i promise we’ll hang out soon, kay? ~Virgil’

Deceit smiled at the note as she set it down. Reaching her hand back in the box, she felt her hand brush something silky and soft.

Pulling it out, she let out a small gasp.

In her hands was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen.

It was a spaghetti strap dress with a black colored bodice. The skirt part of it was layered black and yellow chiffon cut asymmetrically that made it flow easily.

It seemed to be made to go perfectly with her cape and hat.

Despite the coldness of her room, she decided to brace the cold to try it on.

However, as she stood up the box tilted over and a pair of black heeled shoes with snakeskin print straps fell out.

Picking them up, she felt a small tear slip its way from her eye.

Virgil wasn’t any different than how he’d always been. He was still the same, sweet, caring guy that always seemed to know exactly what to do.

He cared about her, more than she ever cared for herself, and she couldn’t stop the tears from pouring from her eyes.

There was no way she deserved this kindness.

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so... Dee, ami right?

... everything i write turns into deceit angst. i dont know how or why, but i apparently excel in making my cute snek suffer :/

next part (and probably last part of christmas day!) will be focused on vigil and i guess you'll find out what the others are up to! :D

i hope you guys enjoyed the kinda deceit pov i did! it made more sense to see it from her eyes that virgil's for this specific chapter and it may happen again in the future with other characters BUT I SWEAR THAT THIS WILL MOSTLY BE VIRGIL POV!!! ;p

anyway, next part up in a few days!!! (i still need to update my other fic, Accepting Deceit, so... whoops...)

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Rengoku Kyoujurou x Pillar!Reader

"Your Heart Arrived First"

Dear ufotable merch production staffs, if you made all of the merchandises expensive, then make sure to make my flame hubby being handsome in all of his screen time. I ain't take no.

700 followers commemoration!

You slowly opened your eyes.

You found yourself in your Demon Slayer uniform, realized that you're under a maple tree, sat down on your heels, legs folded to behind. Your sword was laid on the ground.

One maple leaf fell down onto your shoulder. You picked it up.

"I never thought I will meet you again." You said while still looking down, crunching the leaf, and placed your palm on your thighs.

The person in front of you stood still, didn't do anything but smile.

You caressed your sword from tip to the base with your fingers.

"Why are you here?"

You raised your head and saw that person with your eyes, unamused.

Rengoku Kyoujurou. He stood proudly in front of you, while holding his own sword with his right hand. The cape behind him was fluttered by the wind, so did his yellow hair.

"Never thought you will be here too." His laugh echoed thorough the reddish forest. "Well, I did expect you to come here."

"I already promised to Rengoku family that I will protect and serve them until the rest of my life."

"And you did."

"I didn't." You stood up, and unsheathed your own sword, already building rage inside yourself. "Fight me." You pointed your blade tip to him. He still stayed calm.

"Why?"

"Because I failed, as a Demon Slayer and as the part of Rengoku."

"I don't want to."

"Then, I will make you do it." You're attacking and pushing your blade towards him, aiming for his neck. He quickly unsheateud his sword too. He could dodge it easily, of course, who are you kidding? He's a Hashira. He pushed his blade towards your left abdomen, you acted fast. You spinned around. No one got hit.

You know his weakness. He probably could handle your sword plays but always forgot about movements. You tackled him, placing your legs in between his thighs and proceed to make him fell down. You kicked his sword out from his range.

You straddled him, and pointing your blade tip at his neck.

"Answer me, Flame Pillar." You looked at him in disgust. "Why do you pull me here."

He smiled.

That damn smile which never fail to made you melted.

But you played it cool.

"I don't know, I'm not pulling you here. You came here first, with your own will." Kyoujurou stood up, remained serene. His expression was so gentle and you became more irritated. "I already said that I expect you to come, because your heart arrived first."

He didn't daunt, he moved towards you again while dodging your blade tip.

"Don't come near me! Stay back!!" You still pointed the tip of your blade on his throat, trembled and stepped backward until your back hit on the tree. You hate this, you hate that you always enthralled by his eyes, by his gentle smile.

He grabbed your wrist, pushing your sword's handle down and make the sword fell in one quick motion. You gritted your teeth and ready to bark at him again.

But you didn't say anything, or you just incapable to say it. You bite your lips, frustrating.

He let out the most tender smile he ever had.

Ah, this again.

Stop.

Please stop.

He hugged your hip, and one hand is on your head, caressing your hair.

"You did well."

What did he mean by you did well? You clenched your fist.

"Unfair."

"What is it that 'unfair'?"

"It's unfair. I promised to Senjurou, I will never leave him. Why? Because you're a horrible brother!! You left your family!!" You started to let out droplets of tears, sometimes chokes out. You just couldn't hold it anymore.

"(y/n). I know, I am."

"And now it's my turn to leave Senjurou too?!! I can't believe this!! He will be alone!! There will be no one who soothe or cherish him!! I can't hug him anymore! There will be nobody who will be beside him everyday!" You frustrated to the core of your heart. "Senjurou didn't deserve this."

"I know."

"Shinjurou-sama will become more guilty!"

"Father will understand."

"And I hate you! I hate you because you break our promise!! I hate you because you lied to me! I hate you because you always said everything is in control! It's not!"

"(y/n), I-"

"STOP TALKING LIKE EVERYTHING IS FINE!" You pushed him out. He clearly saw it, the anger, the rage, the resentment. It's all pure yours.

"I'm tired, Kyoujurou. I'm so tired but I kept smiling so that your brother didn't worry about me! I kept going on so that Shinjurou-sama didn't feel guilty! I'm the one who took all of your tasks! I knew that I already swear to Rengoku family to serve until I die, right on the day when Shinjurou-sama saved me, but these aren't it!"

You grabbed his front uniform while glaring at him. You're breathing harshly, almost didn't have energy left to control your anger.

But, he pulled you into his embrace once again. He slowly lifted your chin, kissed your tears, and cheeks.

Instead of working like flame, burned everything in its way, Kyoujurou extinguished your wrath slowly, away from yourself.

Really, it's unfair.

"How dare you show yourself in front of me... After I died."

The wind slowly whiffed, making your hair and his dancing around. You sobbed in silence. He hugged you, and caressed your back.

Kyoujurou always looking for you from here, yomi, in his own beautiful red maple garden. He knew how devastated you are when the crows informing his death, how you rushed to Senjurou's place and hugged him when he also received that message, letting Senjurou crying from his heart content.

Or how you took care his corpse, funerals and other things, how you tried to replace Kyoujurou by being big sister to Senjurou, how you tried to so hard to handle all of things Kyoujurou left to this world.

And he never saw you mourning, complaining, not even tears was shed.

"(y/n)... I'm sorry for what I've done to you. I never meant to hurt anyone's feelings especially you."

Kyoujurou brought you to sit down. You still sobbing on his shoulder. He understood that you just wanted to let out all of things from your chest. You've been holding so much shits going thorough your life.

"It's okay. I know. It's painful, right? It's hurt, right? It's all over now, for us."

"Why are you lying? Why do you never count on me when you have problems? Why are you quietly go to that train mission without saying anything to me? Am I really that weak? Even though I'm a Pillar too?" You mumbled and sniffled on his collarbone.

"Because... I actually don't know what to do anymore. You're right, I'm a liar. Everything isn't fine at all. I lied to you and myself. I acted like I'm strong, but I'm actually not."

"That's-"

"If only I could be more honest, I could be more opened to you, I could say 'Please accompany me on this train mission', we probably could fight together. But, it's all in the past now. I couldn't change it, and you couldn't too."

You stopped crying, but there are still some sniffles left.

He, Kyoujurou, always waited for you from up here, from yomi. He always looked at you fighting the demons restlessly, knowing your pain you hid deep down into your heart.

Until you lost your own life, fighting with Upper Moon in Muzan's fortress. Your heart was being pulled by Akaza. You really thought he will not attack woman, so you let your guard down for a moment. But he still killed you, because he considered you as strong opponent.

Kyoujurou knew how desperate Tanjirou calling out your name, but it's useless.

He looked at your heart floating in front of him, already arrived at yomi first. It beats slowly.

"Rengoku-san, please. Please take care of (y/n)-san in yomi."

He touched your heart. It's warm. Weird because instead of feeling disgusted, he only felt warm emitting from there.

Knowing you will be soon beside him again, he doesn't know how to act, should he be happy or sad?

But he decided to greeted you, here.

He kissed your temple, and put his chin on your shoulder.

"... I miss you, I miss you so much. I can't cry when I was alive, because I couldn't being weak when I was alive. I just wanted to see you again." These are the words you planned to say when you met him again. But, you let out those harsh words towards him.

You're tired, Kyoujurou knew that.

"I miss you too. Let out your anger to me, it's okay. I'm responsible for it."

"I'm not angry."

"You are."

"I'm just a little mad to you."

He's laughing, kept caressed your back, soothing you, kissing your face. He sticked his forehead onto yours, eventually let out some happy tears too. You whispered his name with trembling lips.

"Thank you for replacing me. Thanks for all of the things you've done while I'm gone. Senjurou and Father must be so proud of you. Now rest. You've done your part."

Here in yomi, we are in eternity

"You did well."

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questionofdarkness · 6 years

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some things I noticed during the latest chapter (aka you all knew this was coming because 199 was made for me!)

So, why did this take me so long? Well, obviously, there weren’t only a handful notable panels for me this time! Also I was really busy and I wanted to do this on my PC so that I don’t have to split it up in multiple parts again. So… chapter 199, huh? What a great time to be alive for all my fellow birb boy stans out there! Though I must say, I am a tiny bit disappointed in one aspect: I don’t think they brought across Toko boy’s character as well as they could in this chapter. Where were all the angsty one liners? Where was the edginess? There was a lot of hood Hawks and more amazing pictures than I ever imagined, but… yeah, it just didn’t feel as much like my boy as I hoped it would. Nevertheless, I am obviously really excited that we get to see so much of him - I’ve been waiting for some insight in the Hawk’s internship since it was first confirmed that Toky also had taken one and all the fanons that became canon! But let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

Starting off strong with a beautiful Hawks! Amazing! 10/10!

My poor boy, look at his little legs!

Wheeze wheeze indeed! Again, confirmation that Tokoyami really wasn’t in the best phyical shape (compared to the other 1A members that is!). I really like how they subtlety show us development in characters like the bird boy through panels like this one. Also don’t you think these two sidekicks look like half a Tokoyami each? Like, we have the “beak” and the black clothes. That means the whole group is actually more like a 1.5 bird, right?

Tokoyami, starting to stand up for himself! That’s the good stuff!

I think we all lost our shit at this panel, right? I mean. Holy fuck! I think horikoshi just goes to the bnha tag on tumblr when he runs out of ideas and goes like “Yeah, that’s stupid, let’s put that in!”. Also Hawks giving no single shit is my aesthetic.

What kind of response is that???? Also Toky is so fucking done I’m crying

(Did anyone else notice the braclets? Do they serve a purpose? I don’t think so. Oh boy. Also the choker. I was kinda hoping he had painted nails as well, but I guess we can’t get everything straight away, right?)

So first of all - yes, yes he does!

Secondly “birdman”? Man? Really? You wanna call this 5′2 goth teenie a man?

Fierce!

Poor boy, I feel you though.

I love how this is phrased. “He decided to take me again”. Because to my understanding, the students have to seek out their employers themselves - they don’t get offers like they did during the week long internship. That means Tokoyami was the one to contact Hawks and ask him to take him under his wings again (pun intended). Although he said he had learned nothing last time! Although he went into the internship with the mindset, that Hawks was just interested in his connection to class 1A.

So Tokoyami conciously sought him out to prove him and himself how much more he had in him than Hawks had realized! And I love this aspect of my boy, because it has never been shown before. He always was trying his best, but he never really displayed such a direct, stubborn will to prove himself. Again, I love how subtly Horikoshi lets side characters grow. It’s one of the things I love most about bnha.

TENEBROUS ABYSS BODY!

No but seriously, look at his eyes, look at that determination! How can people not love this boy? Also at least we get an edgy “nay” here, so good job!

Recognition!

Look at them smirk, I fucking love Hawks!

You know what I really like about this panel? Normally, when Tokoyami uses his Black Ankh, you don’t really see his eyes but mainly those of dark shadow. But here it’s the opposite. For me, that again represent his growth - he isn’t hiding behind Dark’s strength anymore! That goes along really well with the overall message of this chapter. Gotta love hero aca for it’s story telling.

And the next second he looks like a tiny precious bird again. His beak is so round! Ugh, i wanna hug him so much right now!

And again, everyone looses their collective shit.

one whole bird!

But i’ve literally seen fanarts exactly like this before this chapter came out! What the fuck, Horikoshi??

I do not like the implication that Hawks might not have asked for Toky’y permission and just picked him up though. But then again I guess we just weren’t shown. I can’t wait for this to get animated!!

Also “We’ve become one with the wind!” is also a respectable Tokoyami line.

“!” “?”

Hawk’s using Tokoyami’s real name while everyone else calls him Tsukuyomi is also great. I wonder if he has done that before or if this is the first time. But I also wonder what it might imply. Maybe it shows that he doesn’t see him as but a trainee, or maybe that he can’t really recognize him as a hero yet. I’d say I hope to see more of their relationship in the future, but to be honest, I doubt it.

I can’t wrap my mind around the way my boy is drawn here! On one hand I love it - look how fluffy his feathers seem! - but it’s also a tad strange. But again, fierce Toky speaking his mind!

Mentoring!

Also look at how tiny Tokoyami is!!! God I love this boy!

Why does it make me laugh every time when Hawks talks about them being birds?

Hawks looks so damn cool here!

But aren’t we gonna talk about how Toky clings to the mast? I mean good decision, but I still find it funny. Hawks is all dramatic, staring into the distance, and Toky’s like “yeah I really appreciate the advise and all but if I fall I will die!”

Still dramatically raking off his cape!

Also same, it sounds fucking awesome!

Momo, could you please stop being so gorgeous? Also please change your costume, it’s winter and this is very impractical to begin with! But still, I will always love that they actually give my girl some fat rolls!

Still at it with taking off your cape? Also again: cape buddies!

And Tokoyami looks hot from this point of view as well. Does that make me a furry? Am I being a furry?

Oh, and Toru gets some lines! Not gonna lie, kinda forgot she was there for a second.

The edgelords are back at it!

I absolutely love how they show that fighting isn’t only about punching stuff and strategy isn’t only observing. The manipulation factor is fascinating and I love how they give this trait to a side character like Kuroiro. He’s generally an interesting guy this far - I hope we’ll see more of him in future chapters.

They didn’t even try to add Toru to the picture! Poor Toru stands, hoping she’d get some more screen time during this arc…

Also I love how for once it isn’t Aoyama who’s being eccentric.

And my boy still looks so fierce and those arms!

PHAHAHAHAHAH THIS IS BLOODY AMAZING I LOVE THIS PANEL SO MUCH OH MY GOD!

Cue to me crying in the background

(Same)

Ok but this panel is hilarious. I can’t even fully tell while but just… look at his pose!

I love seeing my boy improve (obviously) and it’s again a nice reminder of how much happens behind the scenes in this story.

Ambitious!

Also every Tokoyami/Aoyama shipper is probably crying right now as is Aoyama because his cape got ripped in half

Up up an away my boy!

More gorgeous Momo! Her eyes! Her hair! God I’m so gay!

Quod erat demonstrandum!

Also “Keep flying around freely” is a line I never dared to hope to hear in relation with my birb boy. This chapter is a dream come true.

I will never get tired of seeing Dark and Tokoyami interact. I wish we knew more about those two!

RRRRMMMBBBBBBB

Aoyama is so pissed look at him! My poor dude!

He just… plops out of the shadows. Yeah, how’s life going?

Ah, my girl, my beautiful girl! You sure do think of everything - one of my favorite traits of you. Also it’s nice that Hagakure gets some lines. She has really been neglected this chapter. Then again, I assume 200 will be about Momo’s fight with Kinoko (which I find really surprising - I was sure 200 was going to be Midorya centered! I’m not complaining though), so maybe Hagakure will get to show off against Manga? But then again, there’s also Kendou who I think will be a Momo opponent as well (seeing how the two got history and, as even mentioned last chapter, have a friendly rivalry). I sure am excited to see how this arc will develop, though I am still scared that this group of class A might have to loose in order to maintain a balance to make the final battle and therefore the clash of Izuku and Shinsou count.

Looking foreward to next week and thank’s to everyone, who stuck around for this rant :D

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The soup at the inn was... not great. Even with tainted senses, she could tell. Whoever cooked it was lacking in skill and taste. But, it was noodles and dumplings that she didn't have to make or share with anyone else. A little taste of home without the effort. All she had to deal with was the ugly looks and curious stares from those around her. Ah, but she could tune those out and focus on her sad soup.

Off to her side came the sound of someone setting dishes on the bar. 'That's an odd place for the bus bin,' she thought but paid it no further mind.

"Once again, you don't have to bring me your dishes, ma'am. It's included in the price." The bartender sounded exhausted. Someone laughed, and the sound of it almost shot noodles out of Adarlassa's nose. She had to slap a hand over her face and swallow hard to keep that from happening.

"Once again, I am just being a good guest! Now hand me a rag, I will wipe the table."

'Oh no, oh no, please, Elune, don't let it be...' Adarlassa focused her Sight on the figure. Sure enough, it was her worst nightmare and also her wildest dreams. A short, stout little panderan woman, black spots littered with graying fur but her hair dyed bright colors to hide the same hairs in her mane.

She let out a small whine that seemed to go unnoticed as the woman argued over being allowed to clean up her own mess at an inn. Quickly, Adarlassa gulped down the rest of the soup and shoved the rest of the dumplings in her mouth. She choked once but fixed it easily with her tea. The sound of her coughing caught the ear of the panderan, who turned to look at her.

"Slow down! Chew and enjoy your food! Someone worked hard on it!" She said, wiggling a finger at her. The bartender huffed.

"Yiuling, stop lecturing my other customers, I'm begging you."

"I am not lecturing! I am only-"

Adarlassa tuned them out and dug in her pockets for a handful of gold, easy more than the soup was worth but she wasn't going to stand around and wait for change. They could keep it. She had to get away, before either she cried or Yiuling realized who she was scolding.

Stepping out of the inn might have been a mistake. Almost as soon as she had, the old familiar name reached her ears and she picked up the aura of a handful of male panderan on the balcony overlooking the street.

"Look at that, isn't that-... Ada? Ada! Is that you?"

'Shit shit shit shit damn no, not like this!' She snarled and quickly summoned her serpent from his hiding place around the corner.

"Look, it's Luu! That has to be her! Ada!"

She mounted and kicked the three-legged creature into the air to make a fast getaway.

Two sharp notes and two low ones sounded in a whistle, and Luu rumbled pleasantly and looped around on himself to head towards the whistle, even with his rider shoving her claws into his scales to try and control him. But no, the dumb animal was far too food driven, and never forgot the noise Shuukin would use to call the serpents for dinner.

"No, no, no! You idiot-!" She tried to climb out of the saddle and flee, but Luu's one front leg touched down on the rail of the balcony and great big furry arms grabbed her in a soul squeezing, bone crushing hug.

"Ada!" Shuukin bellowed in delight, twirling her around and coaxing the meal back up into her throat for a second. No sooner had he let her go than the other two jumped on her, showering her in hugs and pats from their big paws. "Ada, it is good to see you!"

Well. No point in anything now, she supposed, and sighed in defeat before smiling and returning the hugs of her brothers.

"Hi, Baba. Hi, Mokka, hi Tokka. What are you doing in Dalaran?"

"Vacationing! Mama wants to see the world! Why did you run? Did you not hear us calling?"

She bowed her head and shrugged.

"I... was not and still am not ready for you to see me like this. I'm... kind of an ugly monster." She said, frowning.

"That is nothing new! You were ugly last time we saw you, too!" Mokka laughed, and she smiled and jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow. Their father huffed and took her cheeks in his big paws.

"That's untrue! She's beautiful! Even still, she is as beautiful as the day she left." With one paw, he took the sedge hat off her head and placed a tiny nuzzle to her hair before turning his attention to the hat. It was in good condition, but still showed signs of wear from battle. He sat down to work on it.

"Yeah," Tokka said, reaching over to lay a paw upside Mokka's head. "She's prettier than your ugly mug!" As the two boys bickered, with each other, Shuukin reached over with a big paw and pulled Adarlassa to his side and sat her on his knee. It was a little awkward. She was bigger than the last time that happened, and she had to balance to fit. But, it was comforting and relaxing in a way that soothed her felflame soul. “You put holes in the straw, on purpose?” He asked, still fidgeting with the hat. He set it upon her head for a moment and made a noise of realization. “Yes, Baba. I, uh, I sprouted-” “Little horns! Just when I thought you couldn’t be any more unusual.” They shared a small chuckle and he returned to working. Her brothers crowded her soon after to pull her up and look her over, from claws to fangs to the lack of eyes, to the wings tucked under her cape as they healed from a pulled muscle. They seemed thrilled and excited, not at all repulsed and frightened like she had expected. And Shuukin just... didn’t seem to mind. Just as usual, nothing seemed to faze him. Yiuling’s aura waddled its way up the stairs to the tiny bedroom they shared and reflexively, Adarlassa pulled her two brothers to form a wall. It only lasted a second before their mother shoved them aside. “No, I heard her! She is here!” She shouted loudly in her native tongue, and instantly threw herself at the elf to hug her tight. Adarlassa stood shocked for only a second before she returned the hug, burying her face in the soft old fur on Yiuling’s shoulder. One of the two began to shake and sniffle. Adarlassa swore it wasn’t her, but two gentle paws grabbed her face and rubbed at her cheek bones. “No! No, no, no, no crying! This is happy!” Adarlassa could only nod and kneel before hugging her adoptive mother again. “I’ve missed you, Mama. I’ve missed you and Baba and the boys so much. I’m so sorry I’m like this.” “No! Don’t be sorry! You’re wonderful! You’re my daughter! You’re my wonderful daughter!” Her short snout buried between Adarlassa’s shortened horns and planted a tiny kiss on her scalp. “You are a little shocking though, I will not lie. I didn’t recognize you at first.” Shuukin waved the hat from his chair, a piece of straw held in his teeth. He spoke around it. “You did not even recognize the sedge, woman!” “I did recognize it, Baba, I’d recognize your handiwork anywhere. I just thought she’d given it away to a friend. She is generous and sweet like that.” “No, Mama, she would not! We made this hat together!” He scoffed. Adarlassa grinned and nodded. “Yes, it does mean a lot to me. I wouldn’t get rid of it for anyone. They’ll have to pry it from my cold, dead claws if they want it.” Not that she could think of a single person who would want it. Even standard issue Illidari gear was better at protecting than the sedge. It held more sentimental value than anything. “Where are you staying these days?” Shuukin asked as he finished up the hat and placed it gently on her head. She huffed and adjusted it to fit around her ears and horns. “And you haven’t been eating, have you? You know Mama worries about that.” “I have been eating! Just... I burn more than I eat sometimes.” Maybe more than just ‘sometimes’ though. “But I’m staying on the Fel Hammer. It’s kind of our base of operations. It’s just outside of town. Kind of. The portal is, I mean.” “Oh! I would like to see it!” Yiuling said, grinning. “It’s a base of operations, Mama, I don’t think she can take you.” Mokka protested and shook his head. “... I mean, I could take you to the Fel Hammer. You can see it, if you’d like. I can’t really give you a tour, though. That might be too far.” Adarlassa shrugged. Surely she could get just one Panderan to the bat roost. “Then let’s do that!” Yiuling nodded, paws on her hips and maw split in a toothy grin. “Mama, don’t get her in trouble!” Shuukin rumbled, shaking a paw. “Stay here insetad! We’re on vacation! You’re already causing enough trouble here, don’t raise more for her!” “It’ll be fine, Baba,” Adarlassa grinned. “A short sight seeing visit, and then we’ll come back!” “Yes, show me the sights, Ada. I am on vacation, after all!”

#{i had this scene playing in my head all day while cleaning}#{i started to write it during lunch and then instantly began to hate it}#{so here it is half assed but finished}

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