#i love how the author carefully plans out the war of wrath. which is something never written in detail abt in canon. i could never

[elvesofnoldor]

made the mistake of finishing reading this tolkien fic with the premise of “what if after fëanor dies he sticks around to see how things play out as a ghost instead of answering the call of mandos”. which is hardly even canon divergent cause this could have very well happened. it was basically re-telling of the events of the latter part of first age, but with a much greater emphasis on the war of wrath and sons of feanor--maedhros and maglor especially. 

i just didn’t expect the author to make maedhros’ death so horribly sad. like ofc i knew exactly what happened in canon, i came up with a more detailed narrative of what happened in my mind and i planned to make a comic out of it, yet i read what they came up with and i was still crying rivers of real tears sakdjflksa

#yolanda talks #not to be sad abt something fictional and also something almost nobody following me cares that much abt #but HEY #i wanna post some screenshots and make some Joaks but i have no jokes to make. and im just achingly sad for maedhros #i love how the author carefully plans out the war of wrath. which is something never written in detail abt in canon. i could never #map of beleriand is way more complicated than map of (rest of) middle earth. and map of middle earth is more complicated than thedas map #and they make the hopelessness and the bleakness of it all so...painfully real? even without a lot of detail descriptions of the landscapes? #it's like. wow it didnt hit me that these people (mostly elves) lived on this horrible apocalyptic landscape for a hundreds so years #after spending hundreds of years labouring to nurture it. only losing them all in a a decade. all happened within most of their life time #and then forcing to find refuge from the dearly beloved places they called home--now rotting away. it's JUST terrible #and then the oath. and what happened to maedhros and maglor. what they have done. it's all so terrible! it's just terrible! #tolkien used to write abt such painful and terrible tragedies. these ones from silmarillion are only published after his death #wish i care a bit more abt lotr and the hobbit. i still greatly enjoy re-reading lotr (for real. instead of skimming thru it like i did) #more so than watching the movie nowadays. but i wish my heart lies with characters from lotr and the hobbit more #but that would never happen. i care abt beleriand the most. and there weren't even ruins of it. it's gone beneath the waves #it's gone even in the fictional universe it was in. and the memories of it are eroded in thousands of years after #the passage of time can be so very cruel #i just wish that there is more detailed emotional reactions from the characters. the dialogues are great. very tolkien-like #but the characters can come off a bit too stale at times. and feanor didn't chime in and comment nearly enough as he should #his perspective is too omniscient. just something to justify emphasize on sons of feanor. #but i still love the fic. even tho it hurt me so. and it does REALLY make me wanna start off on the silmarillion re-telling i wanna write #in maglor's perspective. this time. #ah. which reminds me: no romantic ships too. which is something i oddly appreciate #there really isnt a ship in tolkien im super passionate abt. esp in the first age where everybody is all related #that being said i do wish the author has gone a bit more detail into fingon and maedhros' friendship. there is almost no dialogues between

[janumun]

A [Cat] Parent's Memoirs of Pregnancy ft. Spouse (Pregnancy Headcanons)

Game: Shall We Date: Obey Me! Rating: General Audience/SFW Tags: pregnancy sweetness (and shenanigans)

Summary: Satan's approach and reaction to having a baby with his S/O.

Author's Notes: YESSSS YOU CAN @niphredil-14. 💚💛 This is cute and very, very warm. I tossed in between giving him either fur babies or demon babies (he deserves both!), and chose this! I hope you enjoy your read. 💚

Requests for this event are now (long) closed, dear readers. Thank you to all those who participated!

Perhaps three or twelve feline babies later, the two of you might plan on making a hybrid child — with two hands and two legs, five fingers on each and absolutely no fur in sight.

Satan would prefer waiting until your youngest adopted foundling — a tiny, dark slip of a cat — is well into its second year in this world before he decides to try for a baby, of your own flesh and blood. A decision he hardly takes in frivolity. Every vulnerable life, be it cat or person, is important and requires adequate care; Satan is very well aware of the fact.

When the two of you discover you are with child, happiness trumps within alongside multiple plans he’s already running through his head for the arrival of your child. Unfortunately, his immediate task on the agenda is informing Lucifer about the upcoming arrival — fighting for board for his adopted cats’ was Hell enough, war waged with you by his side — lest Lucifer demand he find elsewhere for the two of you to care for your baby. He’s going to stomp out of the House of Lamentation if Lucifer so much as suggests displeasure at your child.

Begrudgingly — and as frightening as it is to witness this conversation in between the two brothers, you fear you might almost collapse at how tensed you are watching the two glare at each other — though your demon breaks the news, and perhaps almost surprising for Satan, Lucifer greets the news with good cheer.

Claret gaze warming in affection as it slides towards you before he congratulates the two of you on your pregnancy.

Suffice to say, once his other brothers are informed of the news, they’re gathering over to express surprise (you suspect it’s more about them wanting to fawn and coo over a human pregnant) and extend their well-wishes to the two of you. Gifts from every single brother — in good will, but largely injurious to your health and the baby’s — Satan has lined against your side of the bed. Lucifer’s he burns with his unearthly verdant fire the moment you’re presented with it and the elder brother’s out of sight.

Manuals are brought out, books are being purchased. Shipments from all four corners of Devildom, pricey tomes on human pregnancy from the Earth.

Satan’s here to provide you with all information necessary to nurturing a baby within your womb, random facts and tid-bits even you’re hearing for the first time. He stresses on keeping yourself healthy. He isn’t an over-bearing future father but does definitely encourage you to stick to the health schedule he draws up for you every week, making a point of, time and again, how important it is for you to follow a good lifestyle in order to see through a safe pregnancy and delivery.

Everyday walks, Kegels, healthy amounts of fruit and meat in your diet (let him know if anything — anything at all — upsets your appetite and he’s quick to swipe that item out of your plate, and your lives). None of which you’re doing alone because he’s more than happy to accompany you throughout your regime.

Don’t let him choose too many of the baby’s clothes however, he’s pulling the oddest combinations of clothes off the rack and it leaves you half-amused half-terrified for your future baby’s sense of fashion. [That is way too many cat onesies in bizarre shades, Satan!]

He would never force you to adhere to something he wasn’t capable of seeing through himself. And, first and foremost he wants to be there for and with you. If you’d let him, he’d be very hands-on in helping deliver your baby as well.

Every single time the two of you make progress through your health list, Satan’s got a pat on the head ready, stroking your hair, affectionate, praising you on how well you’d done that day and what good progression you’d been making lately. Parting stray locks to press a kiss against your forehead. One to your lips in a smile more than happy to, if you ask for more. He’s that perfect balance between strict and adoring.

Future Father™️ (not so) secretly loves to be wrapped up in surprise cuddles any day of the week. There is nothing more joyous than the thought of being needed by you.

Perhaps one of the more enjoyable parts of your pregnancy has been how much more physically affectionate your child has made you and he can hardly complain when you crawl across the covers to join him in bed as he reads. You settling soft against him, needy arms coming around. Swollen stomach, round and wonderfully full, pressed into his side, he almost thinks he feels the baby within, kick a foot in welcome against his side — Hello Dad, as if that’s what Baby’s saying, if they could speak. The rather ridiculously sweet thought’s enough to pull a soft bout of laughter from him and an arm he fits carefully against your shoulder to drag you in.

“Are you cold again, kitten? Come sit next to me. We don’t want you and the little one to get sick now, do we? Is that better? Do you need me to go fetch a blanket? Alright then, sweet dreams.”

He’s here to answer to your every need, so long as it’s within the bounds of reasonability and not injurious to you or the baby.

As much as Satan might seem in control of the entire situation; calm rationale persevering through your hurdles of new pregnancy and future parenthood. Despite how he is the one you seek comfort in and take pride in as the father of your child… Satan is not entirely without his own chips in a seemingly flawless armor.

His knowledge, no matter how vast and thorough, doesn’t replace the practicality of witnessing you nurture a child — your child — within your belly for nine long months. Less than even a speck within a demon’s eternity but so very long and at times… challenging, more than he’s ever encountered throughout his lifetime. Having been born of Lucifer’s rage and anguish, Satan has never known of a parent’s love, nor does he pretend to understand what it might entail. He’s never really felt the need to, past that hollow ache that surfaces at times, to know he was born of loathing and negativity, not nurtured from love.

Lucifer’s hatred of his Father, Levi’s brief mentions of his Mother… a bedtime story narrated of times within the Heavens past with their family, among the brothers, in Lucifer’s absence, is all he knows of the entities called ‘parents’. He does not know what he ‘feels’, if his emotions and reactions are appropriate for a life the two of you are responsible for, together. If his version of love would ever be adequate enough for your baby — the thought that they too might grow missing half the love of their parents, to have no outlet for restless agitation and hurt towards a father who’s never had one of his own… it terrifies him beyond belief.

Times like these are when you need to read him like the very books he’s so fond of picking apart. Seat him by your side and engage him in conversation of your future as a family of many, many children (demon/human and feline alike). Let Satan voice his thoughts, unformed or firm, however they might come across. Pity or sermons are not what he needs; rather quiet understanding and thinking space. To let him realize how he has no need for anxiety; his version of love is just as much valid and your absolute faith in Satan’s ability to love your child as much as he does you. Something you’re willing to learn, a new experience of loving your child, together, with him by your side.

And if the hand that reaches out to caress your distended abdomen, as if towards one very precious, the soft affection in that verdant gaze is indication enough, he’s already begun to learn.

Bonus: Baby Wrath™️ is studious and very interested in learning of the world around, from a tender age. Drinks milk regularly and lick-finishes their cup clean, like they are supposed to under the watchful eye of Dad Wrath™️.

Satan is strict only in terms of good manners and good education; he’s nurturing and encourages the child to enjoy whatever hobbies they develop over their years. (Reading is one and no one’s more proud than Satan that Baby’s often found burrowed within their father’s mountain of books). You do allow the child more leeway, in terms of candy consumption and staying up past bedtime, although that influence can be traced back to Uncles Mammon and Levi who are terrible role-models and have more than once caused Dad Wrath to explode on their sorry souls. Baby Wrath is — much to the chagrin and woe of his father — very fond of Uncle Lucifer and he is their (second) favorite in terms of gifting new and fascinating books to study, and teaching to write simple words, on occasion.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

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[rocorambles]

Shiny New Toy

Pairing: Matsukawa x Reader 

Genre/Warnings: Military Officer Matsukawa x Prisoner of War Reader AU, Yandere, Non-Con/Rape, Bondage, Sex Toys, Degradation, Overstimulation, Objectification, Humiliation, Body Writing, Mentioned/Implied  Non-Con Branding, Knife Marking, Tattooing

Summary: Most people would consider having a white Christmas a stroke of good luck, but you’re about to find out just how untrue that is. 

Author’s Note: This fic is for the Lovesick Server’s December collab and the theme is Stormy Nights~ Be sure to check out the amazing work by other members here.

When most people dream of a white Christmas, they think about soft fluffy snow you can easily shape into snowmen, they think about fluttering snowflakes they can gaze at as they sit inside a cozy home surrounded by their family. 

Not you. 

When you dream of a white Christmas, you pray for a thunderous snowstorm, you pray for harsh winds, frigid temperatures, you pray for anything severe enough to serve as a distraction, to keep the demons and monsters at bay. 

And it takes every ounce of self-control not to accidentally betray how relieved and thankful you are as your guards for the day are sloppy enough to leave you uncuffed, hastily throwing down enough food to last you a few days in their rush to return to the safety and warmth of their barracks, unwilling to venture out more than necessary to feed you multiple times a day during the blizzard outside. 

They still have enough sense to lock the cell door behind them as they scurry back to the merry celebrations, too afraid to deal with the wrath of their superior officers. And you can’t blame them, not when Oikawa’s sadistic streak and Iwaizumi’s untempered rage are infamous throughout the nations, not when you’ve seen firsthand just how cruel the Seijoh Four can be. 

Painful memories of fire, screams, and blood flood your mind and you grit your teeth as you push them aside. There would be time for grief and mourning later. But for now, you need to escape first.

You examine the lock in front of you, the one thing separating you from freedom. It’s not a bad piece of work. Sturdy, strong, and reliable. But it’s nowhere near the craftsmanship and skill you’re used to. After all, when you come from Date Tech, the nation famous for its Iron Walls, its ironwork, its ability to manipulate all types of metal to do or be whatever the heart desires, nothing compares. And it’s laughably easy to make said lock useless as you quietly creep outside for the first time in months. 

It’s quiet. Not a soul is in sight and you slow your breathing and thoughts down as you concentrate. What’s the next step? Which direction should you go? What’s the overall plan?

For once you’re thankful for how the guards they’ve been sending could care less about your presence, treating you nothing more than an object as they blatantly ignore you and carry on conversation as if you’re not there. You know that despite the fact that most of Miyagi has been conquered, three nations still remain in an endless war against each other.

Karasuno. Shiratorizawa. Aoba Johsai. 

It’s just your luck that you’d ended up a prisoner of war by the worst of the three, humiliated and kept alive as a trophy and symbol of what they had accomplished. At least if Date Tech had been conquered by Shiratorizawa you’d be dead within seconds once Ushijima had deemed you unworthy and far too weak to live up the to high standards of his warriors. 

But Karasuno...you don’t know much about the crow nation, a nation that had kept a low profile for as long as you could remember, only to recently rear its head and prove that they’ve kept up with the best of the best despite their long isolation. But you do remember the kind faces of their high ranking officers when they had gotten into a conflict with Date Tech long ago, how surprisingly amicable the two sides were as Date Tech admitted defeat, preparing for the worst, only to be surprised as Karasuno had peacefully left after having your nation promise an alliance with them, leaving your home relatively in one piece, letting your authorities remain in power, allowing your people to live normally.

It’s decided then. The game plan is to escape to Karasuno and hope that Daichi Sawamura is as just and kind as you remember. 

Determined, you carefully listen and check your surroundings, grateful for the added coverage the snowstorm provides, relieved when you hear the distant drunken shouts and celebrations as the soldiers celebrate the joyous holiday, tucked away in the mess hall quite a distance from you. And you brace yourself as the wind howls around you, as the icy snow stings your bare feet and legs, soaking through your tattered clothing. But like hell you’re going to let something as silly as frostbite stop you and you darkly think that dying from hypothermia would be a preferable way to leave this world than by the hands of a Seijoh officer. 

Escape is tantalizingly close and you forget about the way your body feels numb from the bitter cold, forget about how your teeth chatter and your body shivers when you see the nearing enclosure, so focused on the exit that you don’t notice the solitary tall figure casually leaning against a wall nearby, curiously watching your stumbling weary body make its way towards the opening, amusement in his eyes when you pass him, completely unaware of his presence as your eyes sparkle from seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. 

Matsukawa doesn’t care much for Christmas. Well to be fair, he doesn’t care much about holidays or celebrating in general, finding the rowdy atmosphere headache inducing, the raucous volume irritating, the crowds of people bothersome. But Oikawa and Hanamaki love their social events and it boosts squad morale, so needless to say of course there is an obnoxious holiday party raging on, with Iwaizumi playing babysitter. And Matsukawa had slipped out as soon as he could, finding strange comfort in the tumultuous weather outside, unfazed by the way snow slashed across his face as he walked and walked until only the sounds of wind and the night accompanied him. 

So imagine his surprise when their adorable little prisoner shows up in the midst of the blizzard like a ghostly apparition, struggling through the elements in a desperate attempt to escape. Honestly he doesn’t know why you’ve been kept in the cell for so long and he supposes you have Iwaizumi to thank for Oikawa not sinking his teeth and claws into you already, the green eyed general having a softer heart than most would assume knowing his reputation. But your luck has run out and not even Iwaizumi can save you from punishment and Matsukawa’s penchant for ruining pretty things. 

Suddenly Christmas doesn’t seem so bothersome after all as Matsukawa’s long legs swiftly carry him to you, his arm quickly wrapping around your neck from behind and squeezing until your nutrient deprived and half frozen body collapses in his arms. 

You groan when you come back to your senses, sinking into the soft surface you’re laying on. 

Wait. Soft surface?

Your eyes shoot open and your arms instinctively move to help you sit up, only for you to falter as something keeps your arms bound behind your back and you flail and struggle to move your tied up body as you gauge your surroundings, feeling nauseous when you recognize the turquoise and white uniform jacket hung up by the door, staring in disbelief and humiliation when you finally look down at yourself, the glowing Christmas lights adorning and highlighting your body as they weave around your breasts and between your legs. And you can only assume that’s what you feel wrapped around your arms, keeping them immobile behind your back as your naked body fights against its restraints on the bed you’ve been placed on. 

 But you scream, all thoughts of escape zapped out of you when two devices come to life inside of you and you sob in shame and panic as both your lower holes are assaulted by the vibrators inside of them, the tangle of lights looped between your legs keeping the toys firmly shoved inside of you despite the way you try to push them out of you. 

Matsukawa doesn’t understand the appeal of Christmas lights or decorations nor does he understand Oikawa’s fascination of sex toys and overwhelming his play things with plastic, rubber, and metal, preferring the surge of pride that courses through him when he wrecks his sluts with his body alone. But as he watches you writhe in front of him, your eyes glistening with hopeless tears, your nipples perky and erect, your moans and whimpers filling the room as he sits back and relaxes, his large hand slowly palming his hardening cock that he untucks out of his trousers, he admits that maybe he had been too quick to judge, grateful he hadn’t immediately dumped the box of gag gifts his brunette captain had gifted him bright and early this Christmas morning. 

“I know you don’t like toys, Mattsun. But you should test these out on the new batch of prisoners we get from the next raid!”

You aren’t a new prisoner, but he’s sure Oikawa wouldn’t mind that he was using them on you. If anything, the brunette would probably be jealous that he’d claimed you first. 

Time ceases to exist as Matsukawa watches you, fingers idly tapping away on buttons and a smirk spreading across his face at how receptive you are to the setting changes, how little he has to do to have your body contorting and your voice wantonly wailing as orgasm after orgasm is ripped from you. But he grows tired of watching from afar after he forces you to break apart countless times and he draws near, stroking his now fully erect cock as he mockingly whistles at how you’ve soaked the bed sheets near your cunt and drenched the lights shoved against your folds, laughing at how your back arches and your eyes roll back when he roughly pinches and twists your nipples. 

It’s like you were made to be played with. And suddenly Matsukawa can’t get his hands on his new toy fast enough, unwinding the soaked string of lights from your lower half and bending your legs before retying the lower strands of lights so that they bind your calves to your thighs, enjoying the view as the vibrator in your pussy easily slips out from your loosened sopping wet hole while he teasingly pulls and shoves back in the large vibrating plug he keeps nestled inside of your ass. 

You really are just like a sex toy or a fuck doll, other than that scowl on your face and the raging hate and disgust in your eyes. But the fierce look only stirs deeper lust and anticipation in the officer as he eagerly awaits the moment you completely break because of him, large hands easily hauling your bound body by the waist and forcing you to straddle his lap as he reclines against his headboard, smiling at how rage turns to a gorgeous look of fear when you feel the tip of his cock brush against your glistening entrance. 

It really is admirable how you hopelessly fight against him, against gravity as his hands guide you down and down, despair, pain, and maybe something on the border of pleasure overtaking you as you sink on an enemy’s shaft seemingly forever, the girth alone already stretching you far more than the vibrator had. But it’s the length that tears you apart and Matsukawa is painstakingly meticulous about making sure you swallow him at an agonizingly slow pace, making sure you have no choice but to feel every bit of him that enters you, that drags against your walls, further and further until you swear he’s in your cervix, in your stomach. 

You hate how sensitive his earlier torment has made you, how your pleasure addicted body is already chasing after another orgasm, your pussy fluttering in excitement around the new object filling it, your mouth drooling and unable to close as your mind goes blank from the sensation of being double stuffed again. And you sob in relief when you finally bottom out before you can humiliate yourself by cumming yet again, tensing as you wait for your captor to ruthlessly fuck you right away. 

But nothing happens and you stare in astonishment as Matsukawa merely reaches over to his nightstand to pick up a book, flipping through pages as you sit in his lap. 

“Be a good cock warmer and just stay still and look pretty, okay?” 

Humiliation courses through you at his words, but you obey. Or at least you try your best to. But he’s set you up for failure as the hand not holding his reading material finds its way between your legs, calloused fingertips gently and slowly rubbing against your clit in a way that has your body heating up, has your hips unconsciously grinding as they chase the building inferno inside of you until you’re desperately humping him like a bitch in heat in search of relief. And Matsukawa irritatedly sighs. 

“Aren’t fuck dolls supposed to just stay still and be quiet? If you want to cum that badly and distract me, at least entertain me.” 

You don’t even have the presence of mind to pay him any attention as you keep on bouncing as much as you can with your limited movement, completely ignorant of how he tosses his book to the side and rummages through the opened gift box besides him, a pleased hum escaping him when he pulls out two jingling objects. 

But you do notice the piercing pain from both your nipples as incredible pressure is applied to them and you scream as Matsukawa adjusts the nipple clamps, whimpering when he smacks your breasts and the bells attached to the devices loudly ring. Satisfied with your new decorations, once again he wraps his large hands around your waist and you wail as you’re easily lifted and slammed back down, face burning with shame and embarrassment when you realize you’re being fucked to the rhythm of Jingle Bells, the bells lewdly swinging from your sensitive buds only emphasizing your pathetic position with every shrill chime. 

You shouldn’t be enjoying this. You shouldn’t be moaning like a whore. You shouldn’t be on the verge of yet another mind blowing orgasm. And you clench your eyes shut as you try to remember your home, remember your family, remember your friends, anything to distract you from the present. But Matsukawa has other plans for you and pleasure and pain strike you down like a bolt of lightning when he rips the clamps off of you and you let out an animalistic sound of ecstasy as you experience your most intense orgasm yet, one that has you twitching and mindless, slumping against the broad body in front of you in post-coital bliss and exhaustion.  

But you weakly cry out when large hands hold you still as strong hips thrust up hard into you. 

“Your performance was so good that now I’m in the mood.” 

All your pride goes down the drain as you beg and plead for him to let you rest, to stop, making a mess of his shirt and neck as your tears and snot smear across skin and fabric as you exhaustedly bury your face in the crook of his shoulder, crying even harder when fingers trace slow patterns on one ass cheek before slapping you harshly to shut up your whining. 

“A toy’s job is to make its owner feel good. Plus, I’m curious just how durable you are. Clearly if you’re conscious enough to annoy me with all your sniveling, then you’re in good enough shape for me to use some more.” 

You can only brokenly cry as he rails you from below, your torso still propped against him, face still buried in his shoulder, as he manhandles your body, forcefully slamming you down with every thrust, making sure you’re completely filled and unable to escape the delirious fullness and stimulation. And you can’t even breathe, unable to think of anything except for the aching overwhelming feeling bubbling inside of you, threatening to consume you as you’re brought to new highs over and over again.

But your weakened body can only take so much and your squeals trail off into silence, darkness encroaching on your consciousness as your body shuts down from overexertion. It’s too much and you gladly and wearily welcome slumber, can practically taste it on your tongue as a part of you shatters deep inside when you vaguely register the hot thick spurts filling your insides as Matsukawa slams balls deep inside of you one final time. 

Your heavy eyelids flutter shut and you can feel your breathing begin to even out, but panic forces you to stay awake and alert when a low teasing voice murmurs into your ear. 

“You lasted longer than I thought, but I guess you’re officially out of batteries now. Don’t worry. I’ll charge you right back up.”

You don’t know what he has planned for you, but it can’t be anything good and despite how fatigued you are, you thrash and wiggle, doing everything you can to avoid the inevitable despite your still bound position. But it’s useless and you feel so small, so vulnerable as you’re shoved face down in the corner of his room, twisting just enough to see Matsukawa holding the vibrator that had been inside of you earlier and plugging it to an outlet in the wall. And your heart plummets when he gives you a lazy grin as he abruptly shoves the toy inside of you once more. 

“Can’t have it running out of batteries while it keeps you loose and wet for me.”

You kick and scream as he adjusts the lights wrapped around your legs once again, only pausing as he rains down hard and heavy hits to your ass, and if you felt vulnerable before, you feel absolutely pathetic now with a strand of lights keeping both the vibrator and plug firmly inside of you once again and your binds adjusted until you’re in a hog-tie position. But you don’t have time to dwell too much on it, not when both vibrator and plug are suddenly set at their highest settings and you shriek, tears streaming down your face from the onslaught of sensations in your already spent body. 

And you can only feel, feel, and feel, brain dead and numb to anything else happening around you. Even when Matsukawa crouches in front of you, you just dumbly stare at him as drool trickles from your mouth and lewd moans spill from your lips. 

But even in your depraved state, the last dregs of your pride shout at you to do something, anything, as the officer holds a pair of socks and black briefs in front of your face. 

“As beautiful as you sound, I can’t have the entire unit complaining about how loud my little doll is. And toys don’t need to talk or see anyway, so I’m going to wrap you back up until I’m ready to use you again, okay?”

It’s a rhetorical question and before you can even think of retorting, the socks are brutally shoved into your mouth and you gag and choke as long fingers cruelly push and push, practically deep-throating you with the thick fabric, more hot tears cascading down your face as he removes his now saliva coated digits and wipes them clean on your face. 

But as the elastic band of his briefs are pulled over your head and snapped into place right beneath your eyes, rendering your eyesight useless, making the buzzing torment in your lower regions even more prominent, you go completely limp save for the uncontrollable tremors of pleasure, any fight you had in you shattered into a million pieces as you fully register what has happened and what you have been reduced to. 

And Matsukawa takes a moment to appreciate how broken you are already, barely looking human with the glow of the Christmas lights surrounding you and your facial features hidden for the most part by his briefs, looking every bit like a depraved whore, like human furniture, like a lewd object to be used by anyone, anytime. 

But Matsukawa has never been good at sharing his belongings and he plucks a permanent marker from his desk, scribbling dark unmistakable lines across both your ass cheeks, smirking down at his new mark of ownership. 

Issei’s Toy

The words look good on you. His name looks good on you. 

Maybe if you survive his treatment long enough, he’d get it permanently tattooed into your skin. Maybe he’d carve it into your skin. Maybe he’d burn it into your skin…

The possibilities are endless, but for now, he has an appearance to make, sighing tiredly at the responsibilities he has as a senior officer. Curse Oikawa and his insistence that all of the Seijoh Four had to at least show face at the beginning and end of the holiday party. And he rolls his eyes as he straightens out his uniform and throws on his jacket. 

But before he departs, he spares you one more glance, mood instantly lighting up when he sees your wrecked pitiful form laying on his ground like a forgotten toy. 

At least something good came out of this dreadful day, he thinks, as he quietly hums Jingle Bells all the way down to the mess hall. 

#haikyuu smut #matsukawa x reader #yandere haikyuu #yandere matsukawa #yandere matsukawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #tw: noncon #tw: rape

[klarolinelibrary]

Hi KC Readers, 

We have reached the end of the week which means we have new weekly releases for you! The stories below were updated during the week of April 24th - April 30th. 

Happy Reading!

FFN

A View to Stop a Murder

Author: Marcia rogerts

Rating: K+

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Bonnie realizes killing Kol would be a huge mistake, Caroline has enough of Elena's selfishness and Klaus makes it in time to save his brother. 4x12 AU.

Date of update: April 24 2021

Collateral Damage

Author: stardancer10

Rating: M

Length: Drabble

Summary: Caroline Forbes had finally reached her breaking point. She was done being the expendable casualty in their plots and schemes and decides to do something for herself, something selfish. Warning: Not for fans of Elena or Damon.

Date of update: April 24 2021

Klaus POV - The Trouble with Spells (Chapter 22)

Author: ilovetf

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: I think the title is self explanatory. The Trouble with Spells as seen through Klaus's eyes and his POV. Over the years, people kept liking this story and some even asked for Klaus POV, so I decided to give it a try.

Date of update: April 25 2021

The Wolf II (Chapter 10)

Author: yokan87

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: The Guerreras' threat still looms over the Mikaelson house as Caroline tries to adapt to life as a vampire, away from her daughter. But an unexpected family reunion makes everything worse, taking away the little peace Klaus, Caroline and Elijah managed to find after the war that nearly broke them. [It's TO S2, but Caroline was a witch, had Klaus' baby and now she's a vampire]

Date of update: April 27 2021

Nothing Suspicious Here At All

Author: Writingnerd291

Rating: T

Length: Drabble

Summary: There's something just not right about the French Quarter, and Caroline as a rule avoids it. But Caroline has never been good about following her instincts, especially when said instincts might actually keep her out of trouble.

Date of update: April 28 2021

A Failed Sacrifice (Chapter 6)

Author: CookieDuo

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: She ruined the sacrifice to save her own life, and in order to survive she turned to the only other vampire who'd been able to survive the wrath of Klaus Mikaelson. She gets away, and learns from the master, but when Klaus eventually catches up to her, her life will never be the same again.

Date of update: April 29 2021

AO3

Our Time Now

Author: perfectpro

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Returning to campus for the start of her senior year, Caroline is determined to lead the cheerleading squad to victory, get into the law school of her choice, and to stop sleeping with Klaus. All the while ensuring that her sorority is left in good hands after she graduates, keeping her perfect 4.0, and enjoying her remaining time in undergrad. Senior year is going to be different. Caroline is going to make it different, okay? She isn’t going to sleep with Klaus.

Date of update: April 24 2021

Echoes of Sorrow (Chapter 6)

Author: BelleMorte180

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: It was meant to the the vacation of her dreams. Something new and the beginning of a fresh start for her, but when an unthinkable tragedy strikes, Caroline is left with the aching pit of grief that she finds impossible to let go of. However, sometimes the greatest love stories are born out of the greatest tragedies.

Date of update: April 24 2021

No Goodbyes (Chapter 10)

Author: deadofwrite (dead_of_write)

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: “Last night shouldn’t have happened,” Caroline whispered. Guilt. Shame. Regret. It was all the emotions he feared. And it was written all over her face. aka. a college/cheating au

Date of update: April 24 2021

You Should See Me In A Crown

Author: misssophiachase

Rating: T

Length: Drabble

Summary: Two famous strangers, both trying to avoid paparazzi for different reasons, find themselves in a bar one night during the Summer Olympics.

Date of update: April 25 2021

A Million Reasons to Stay (Chapter 18)

Author: Books4eva180

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Caroline Forbes is an ordinary 21 year old girl. She lives in NYC in a crappy apartment with her 3 best friends while trying to get her degree in journalism at Columbia with a virtually non existent love life. Well that is until she is diagnosed with Stage 2 Stomach Cancer. Caroline is devastated and till the cancer is for sure gone she swears off romance. Those plans go out the window when she falls for Klaus. Literally he runs into her and she falls onto the sidewalk. So she goes on a date with him. At first Caroline resolves to go on a few dates with him just wanting to spend time with someone who doesn't know she has cancer and treats her like she is going to drop dead any second. Though the more time she spends with him the harder it gets for Caroline to leave. How long will it be till Klaus figures out about her big secret and when he does will it tear them apart forever or bring them closer than ever?

Date of update: April 25 2021

I Don’t Want You To Die (Chapter 2)

Author: klarolinexluv

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: This is set after Season 5 Episode 12 (The Originals) when Klaus comes to Mystic Falls and takes the dark magic out of Hope, then he returns home to die. Caroline has a guilty conscience and she travels to New Orleans after him. Will she finally tell him what she wants? Will she stop him from dying? Read to find out!

Date of update: April 25 2021

Darkness Becomes Thee (Chapter 2)

Author: BelleMorte180

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Austria 1300s. When Klaus met a young girl on a riverbank, he knew that he would one day come back for her. When he looked into her bright blue eyes, he could see a reflection of his own soul, a darkness that lingered inside both of them. When the young girl turned into a beautiful woman with a thirst for blood, his fascination with her turns into obsession. He wants not only her loyalty but her eternity, a possessiveness that is equally returned. Or my "Caroline is the serial killer Elizabeth Bathory" au.

Date of update: April 25 2021

Speak Now

Author: klarrolines

Rating: T

Length: Drabble

Summary: Caroline scoffed loudly, fists clenched to her sides and her face contorting angrily. "What would you know of what I want?" "Love, if getting married to Stefan is truly what you want why are you here listening to me instead of telling me off? If this is truly what you want why do you look like you're going to be sick on your own bloody wedding?"

Date of update: April 25 2021

A Smutty Anniversary (Chapter 7)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Caroline and Klaus celebrate 3 months together with a day full of smut.

Date of update: April 25 2021

Our Rebirth (Chapter 7)

Author: MissMackasaurus

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Caroline is tired of being unappreciated, forgotten and mistreated. Klaus is frustrated with watching her be disappointed by her friends. When she decides to run from Mystic Falls he drops everything to keep her safe. friendship isnt forbidden when no one knows you are together. What will happen when Caroline takes Klaus up on his offer to show her the world?

Date of update: April 25 2021

Roulette

Author: malignance

Rating: G

Length: Drabble

Summary: Apparently with Mikaelsons, one meant all.

Date of update: April 25 2021

Kill Them With Kindness

Author: sekretny

Rating: T

Length: Drabble

Summary: “Caroline, pray tell… what is this little-,” Klaus directs his steps towards the sink where his girlfriend is doing the dishes, “project that you have undertaken.” Upon closer inspection of the state of the kitchen, he decides to tread carefully to avoid setting his feet on any of the small specks of some kind of treacly substance scattered all around the floor. “I was making cookies,” she answers with a voice full of fake cheer and a shrugs of her shoulders. He recognized her answer as being oddly evasive, while she continued to scrub a spatula. Klaus finds it adorable how she tried and failed at feigning innocence.

Date of update: April 26 2021

Destination Wedding (Chapter 4)

Author: PumpkinDoodles

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: The first rule of going to your ex's wedding is 'make sure you look good,' but Caroline's seriously worried that this British Guy is going to make her late. And she cannot be late to Rebekah Mikaelson and Matt Donovan's wedding at a Virginia winery.

Date of update: April 26 2021

Just Another Fairytale (Chapter 15)

Author: BelleMorte180

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Once upon a time, there was a young prince who roamed the Forrest of Abattoir and a young maiden who lived by the Mystic Sea. The maiden felt the alone and useless while the prince longed for a connection to his mother. Just like any fairytale, the story of the prince and the maiden is one of true love, adventure and magic.

Date of update: April 26 2021

We are Young (Chapter 13)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Basically, Klaroline flirt in front of their kids who they are barely older than, and Landon is appropriately confused.

Date of update: April 26 2021

Magics Miracle (Chapter 6)

Author: 1Jemmagirl22

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Caroline is in Paris with out her humanity after the death of her mother. It seems her friends aren't happy with her new state so they inform the one person capable of turning her emotions back on. Klaus. When a prophecy about a second Tribrid comes about in New Orleans, shock to sweeps through the city. It seems nature doesn't consider Hope such an abomination after all as an even greater one is about to be created. The hands of power are changing and when they're done even the worlds most powerful witches won't be able to stop it.

Date of update: April 26 2021

Sibling Rivalry (Chapter 10)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: In which Klaus and Rebekah are both bi, their taste in men and women overlaps infuriatingly often, and they argue over their newest shared interest.

Date of update: April 27 2021

Kiss Me Quick (Spin Me Slow)

Author: malignance

Rating: T

Length: Drabble

Summary: It was infuriating, the effect they all had on her.

Date of update: April 27 2021

Secret Spells (Chapter 2)

Author: 1Jemmagirl22

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Alexandria Le Fay brings old magic back to the Salvatore school just as things start to calm down. But magic isn’t all she brings. Darkness follows her everywhere she goes. As does her family’s secrets. Takes place after Legacies 3x04.

Date of update: April 27 2021

LITTLE TENSE (Chapter 2)

Author: wincefish16

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: PROMPT- HUMAN MARRIED KLAROLINE. THINGS ARE NOT LOOKING GOOD IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP. DAMON IS CAROLINE'S BROTHER AND KLAUS'S BEST FRIEND. HE TRIES TO FIX THINGS BETWEEN THEM.

Date of update: April 28 2021

Soulmate visions (Chapter 5)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: On your soulmate's eighteenth birthday, you see through their eyes for an hour, but they don’t know. And if your soulmate turns eighteen before you are even born, you never get a vision. Klaus gets his soulmate vision right after he orders Tyler to bite Caroline on her birthday.

Date of update: April 28 2021

Caroline in Wonderland

Author: BelleMorte180

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: London, 1903. On the day of her wedding, a young boy collides into Caroline's legs, all but knocking her to the ground. Seeing that she is dreading walking down the aisle, any moment stalling her from heading to the church is welcome. However, when she follows the young boy down a London street, something impossible happens and Caroline finds herself in a magical world that she had been told about as a young child- Wonderland. She embarks on a journey through Wonderland to find out who she really is, where she belongs and towards a man who she had thought was nothing more than an imaginary friend.

Date of update: April 28 2021

The Big Bad Wolf (Chapter 7)

Author: MorningStarGirl666

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: He was the Big, Bad Wolf of this story, there was no doubt about that. But Caroline? She was the light to his darkness, the moon that shone brighter than even the stars in a sky of endless void. Like every wolf, he fell in love with the moon, and every month, he was destined to cry for a love he would never touch.

Date of update: April 28 2021

Resilience (Chapter 26)

Author: BMINA

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Set from 7x12 of TVD and somewhere between 3x13-3x14 of TO. When the gang of Mystic Falls try to get rid of Julian using a dangerous spell, they employ the help of Freya Mikaelson. But things go awfully wrong, resulting in a huge loss and lots of heartbreak. Julian vows to kill them all, making the group leave Mystic Falls and start running in different directions of the world. Five years later, Caroline and Alaric have a life in Chicago - free from the supernatural drama and all the grievances that come with it. But when Damon and Enzo show up to tell them that Bonnie has been taken, they pack their bags and head to the only place they can go to find help in getting her back; New Orleans. However, that brings about a new magnitude of problems instead, with a war looming ahead as old enemies of the Mikaelson's resurface and new dangerous weapons are discovered, threatening the sirelines once more. Forcing Caroline to make a decision between her new life and one where she must leave her human notions behind.

Date of update: April 28 2021

Battle Plans Gone Wrong

Author: Helpfulfairy92

Rating: Not rated

Length: Drabble

Summary: While Klaus knew he wasn't the smartest man on the planet, he liked to think that he had at least learnt to pay attention to his wife's many moods over the years. And this mood? This was one he had learnt to pay attention to. This was not a good mood. Or Caroline finds out about Klaus' plan and says No.

Date of update: April 29 2021

KC Drabbles 2021

Author: CandyCane1287

Rating: T

Length: Drabbles

Summary: C1: Hybrid Klaus meets human Caroline earlier and they fall in love. But there’s more. Ps, Katherine didn’t turn Caroline and she’s still human. He used Elena for the sacrifice but Elijah revived her. He got Tyler to bite Caroline but Klaus healed her. Tyler and Caroline broke up cause he cheated on her and they weren’t that in love.Matt and Caroline never happened. A bit of talk of Damon, but doesn’t go into too much detail.

Date of update: April 29 2021

The Long Ride Home (Chapter 4)

Author: BelleMorte180

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Seventy-three years is a long time to love someone; but sometimes, a lifetime is just not long enough when it is time to say goodbye.

Date of update: April 29 2021

Mikaelson Family Values

Author: perfectpro

Rating: G

Length: One Shot

Summary: Klaus and Caroline Mikaelson moved to Mystic Falls to put down roots for their family, but the town doesn't prove to be as perfect of a fit as they might have thought.

Date of update: April 29 2021

Louder Than Thunder (Chapter 16)

Author: khaleesiofthewolves

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: All Hell was about to break loose. After dying while protecting a grieving Klaus, Caroline finds herself sent back in time, and she's not who she once was. She's more. Back in Mystic Falls, something else is stirring. After the arrival of a mysterious figure from Klaus' past, it all comes to a head. It really is louder than thunder.

Date of update: April 30 2021

Reasons Not to Date a Mikaelson (Chapter 4)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Bonnie and Caroline gain a new roommate for their freshman dorm when a vision leads them to tracking down a pregnant Hayley in the Rockies. Also, Bonnie may or may not have raised a certain dead Original instead of Jeremy and Klaus takes a job at Whitmore teaching, to be annoying. He’s very good at it. This is a season 5 rewrite where the Originals never leave for New Orleans. But you know, with comedy.

Date of update: April 30 2021

Rewrite Of American Dream Prom Queen

Author: alyssa_chloe25

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: This is my version of american dream prom queen by trashcanbarbie. The beginning is the same as the original but with a twist in the end. More violence and hybrid klaus comes out to play.

Date of update: April 30 2021

AO3: Last Love (Chapter 2)

FFN: Last Love (Chapter 2)

Author: kirti_01

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Klaus had promised to be her last love, was sure that Caroline, will come to him. Maybe in a year, or a 100, perhaps. But Caroline decides not to wait for that long. After graduation, Caroline moves in with Klaus to give her feelings for him a chance. And Elijah finally lets go of his obsession with Katherine and finds himself attracted to a university student, his student, a human named Samara.

Date of update: April 24 2021

AO3: She Deserves Better (Chapter 43)

FFN: She Deserves Better (Chapter 43)

Author: CrazyGirl92

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Everyone Caroline has ever known is gone, her life has not gone the way she expected at all. What happens when she is attacked on the full moon? What happens if she finds herself back into her past. What will she do with this unexpected chance? How did it happen? Will she make the same choices? Were those even the right ones? Will Caroline wake up and realize just how much better she deserved. And just what will happen when she does?

Date of update: April 24 2021

AO3: The Domino Effect (Chapter 3)

FFN: The Domino Effect (Chapter 3)

Author: CrazyGirl92

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Would the death of three of the five original vampires really not affect the entire world? What happens when the witches at peace decide something must be done about it. How is the story changed if Caroline meets Klaus Mikaelson earlier?

Date of update: April 24 2021

AO3: Corks and Claws (Chapter 21)

FFN: Corks and Claws (Chapter 21)

Author: UppityBitch

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: As alpha pack leader of the Crescent Clan, Caroline has enough to deal with in keeping her wolves in line, but then a familiar sexy hybrid returns with his own set of problems and she can’t help but get involved...

Date of update: April 25 2021

AO3: Judgment Call (Chapter 9)

FFN: Judgment Call (Chapter 9)

Author: Eliliyah

Rating: G

Length: Drabble

Summary: As a Federal Agent, Caroline Forbes has always lived by a strict moral code. But when new evidence comes to light that Klaus Mikaelson, the first man she helped send to death row, may not be guilty hours before his execution, she begins to question everything she’s ever known. As the investigation leads to the heartbreaking truth, she’s forced to choose between what is right and what is just.

Date of update: April 27 2021

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[phoenixkaizen]

It’s On

Summary: So I went to tumblr and asked (begged xD) for prompts. This one I recieved from itsthefandommash (I love this username, I sang Monster Mash with fandom in my head) which as Erasermic with a simple prank war, like putting flour in a hairdryer. The second the words, "It's on." left Shouta's mouth, Hizashi knew he screwed up. Or how Hizashi started a prank war with his husband and somehow Class 1-A gets to witness it all. Author's Note: So this was really fun to write. I've had a bad case of writer's block with I Want It That Way (which is very infuriating) and hit up tumblr for prompts of fluff and not angst. I write so much angst. I'm actually really open to prompts, I do pretty much anything. (NSFW usually has to fall under what person I have for bottom/top or I just can't bring myself to write it.) But like I need more fluff in my life and can never come up with anything xD So anyway on with the fic.

Hizashi Yamada poked his head into Class 1-A's homeroom, double checking to make sure the coast was clear. The curious eyes of Shouta's students watched his movements as he grinned and entered the room. Rushing over to the closest, he grabbed out a ladder and set it up at the door. Chuckling to himself, he reached back out into hall and grabbed his bucket that was full of water and glitter. "Mic-sensei, what are you doing?" Kirishima questioned, watching the Voice hero. Hizashi looked over his shoulder and threw a smile to the boy. "Just pulling a little prank is all." He stated. Climbing up the ladder, he connected a string to the handle and carefully placed the bucket on the edge of the frame. Carefully pulling his hands away, he smirked as it stayed. The sound of footsteps in the hall caught his attention, he clambered off the ladder and rushed it back to the closest. Letting out a small chuckle, he took a seat at Shouta's desk and waited. "I don't think this is such a good idea, Mic-sensei. Ribbit." Asui muttered. Hizashi didn't get to reply as the door slowly slid open. Shouta stepped into the room. The class held their breath in anticipation. Most of them ready to watch Shouta jump out of the way. The Erasure hero let out a loud gasp and the water and glitter mixture fell on his head and down his body. Completely soaking his hair and top half of his hero costume. "What the actual fuck?!" Shouta hissed, his quirk activating as he looked around the class. He stopped at the pure terror written on his student's faces before a fit of giggles filled his ears that belonged to someone he was very much knew of. Shouta peered over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing on Hizashi. The look only caused Hizashi to go into a louder set of laughter. "The look on your face." Hizashi said through heaves as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh my god. That was priceless." The blonde's laughter ceased to exist as a small smirk came to Shouta's face and a familiar glint in his eye. The second the words, "It's on." left Shouta's mouth, Hizashi knew he screwed up. x Shouta growled for probably the hundredth time as he scrubbed at his skin and hair in attempt to get the vile glitter off of him. Water would be one thing but glitter? Did Hizashi not realize how incredibly annoying it is to try and get glitter out of hair. It sure didn't help Shouta's case that his hair happened to be black and glitter shows up best on black. Growling in frustation, Shouta turned off the tap and grabbed the nearest towel. Cursing to himself as a shampoo bottle fell off the side, he leaned down to grab it. He stopped as he realized it was Hizashi's very stupidly expensive shampoo. The bottle was completely full so Shouta knew it was brand new. Looking into the trash can, he spotted the old bottle and swiped it up. Payback time. Jumping out of the shower completely, he quickly threw on his clothes and marched his way into the kitchen. Pulling on one of the drawers, he pulled out a funnel. He went quick to work. Unscrewing the lid, he put it to the side and opened up the cabinet above his head. He grabbed one of the larger bowls and placed it on the counter. Walking over to the fridge, he pulled out the carton of eggs from the door. He broke all 12 eggs into the bowl, quickly throwing away the evidence. Grabbing a fork from the dish strainer, he whisked the eggs in the bowl until it was mixed up nicely. Fortunately, the color of mixed eggs, matched the color of Hizashi's shampoo. Once it was mixed, he grabbed the funnel and slid the end into the bottle. He grabbed the bowl and tilted it over the funnel, watching as the eggs disappeared into the empty bottle. Once the liquid was in the bottle. He pulled out the funnel and screwed the lid back onto the bottle. Shouta cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes and putting them away to keep Hizashi from getting suspicious. He went back into the bathroom with the now egg filled bottle in hand and placed it in the spot that Hizashi's shampoo had originally been in. The full bottle with actual shampoo, Shouta hid underneath the sink behind some of his own stuff that he knew Hizashi would get into. Smirking to himself, he left the bathroom and waited. His plan didn't go into complete effect until the next morning. Hizashi didn't get back to their shared apartment at U.A. until late that night after a long night of patrols. Shouta made sure that he was already gone when Hizashi had hopped into the shower. He had bribed Vlad and Nemuri with a night out for drinks on him if they kept quiet when Hizashi got there. Shouta had to bit his lip to contain his laughter as Hizashi walked into the teacher's lounge. It had freaking worked. Peaking through pieces of Hizashi's hair were bits of cooked eggs. He had learned that if hot water came in contact with eggs even in hair, the egs would start to cook. Hizashi had been so exhausted that morning that he probably didn't even realize it. Hizashi only waltzed over to his side, placing a soft kiss into his cheek with a quick good morning to him before he sat down at his desk. Across from them Toshinori's jaw dropped and Nemuri hid behind her hand. Vlad only chuckled slightly before gathering his papers and leaving the room. "See you later." Shouta muttered to Hizashi before also making his exit. By the time his homeroom had their English class, Hizashi still hadn't realized the eggs in his hair. Once again Shouta had to bite his lip as Hizashi made his very dramatic entrance into the room that he did every day. Before Shouta could leave the room, Hizashi leaned in and whispered. "You're up to something. You're oddly silent... well more than usual." The Erasure hero only shrugged. They were interrupted when Todoroki walked up to them with his homework in hand. "Mic-sensei, I have a question about the homewo--" The dual haired teen paused as his eyes settled on Hizashi's hair. Shouta once again had to contain himself as Todoroki blinked rapidly with wide eyes. "Young listener? What was that?" Hizashi questioned, still completely oblivious. Todoroki cocked his head to the side, examining the pieces of egg before looking back to Hizashi with a blank look. "Do you use eggs on your hair?" Hizashi chuckled. "No but I've heard eggs have great protein for hair care." The Voice hero stated. Todoroki blinked once more. "Than why do you have egg in your hair?" Hizashi's face paled as he looked between Todoroki to Shouta. "What?" Giggles filled the classroom as Hizashi began to panick, running his hands over his hair. The blonde let out a screech as pieces of egg came out on his hand. "Oh my God. My hair." Now, Shouta couldn't contain his laughter anymore. His laughs came out soft and quiet as he hide his face within his capture weapon. Shouta took the moment to creep out of the room as Hizashi shouted, "I'm so getting you back for this!" x There were some mornings that Shouta was so exhausted from being awake for more than 24 hours from teaching to going to his overnight patrols. Those mornings, Shouta would make himself a cup of coffee and have it finished by the time he would get to the teacher's lounge. Those mornings, Shouta would take a quick cat nap under his desk and Hizashi would make him another cup of coffee to take to class with him. Hizashi was going to get his revenge for his hair and if Shouta murdered him for it so be it. Hizashi had exactly three minutes before Shouta would be waking from his nap and heading off to his homeroom. He snatched Shouta's empty coffee tumbler and went over to the waiting coffee. Pouring the liquid into the cup, he poured the right amount of creamer into it before grabbing the salt that was sitting on the counter. "Oh boy." Nemuri muttered from her desk, just from the sound of her voice Hizashi could tell she was amused. "So who wants to plan Yamada's funeral?" "I'm not in this." Vlad stated. "I'm not so sure this is a good idea, Mic." Yagi muttered, the clear concern in his tone. Hizashi only shrugged as he mixed it together and placed the lid back onto the tumbler before moving over to Shouta's desk. He leaned down, shaking his sleeping husband awake. Shouta cracked his eyes open, muttering to himself before crawling out from underneath the desk and grabbing the cup from him. Hizashi said a quick "I love you." with a kiss to the shorter man's cheek as Shouta grabbed his things and left the lounge with an I love you in return. Nemuri chuckled as soon as Shouta was completely out of the room. "You are just asking to be killed." The woman stated. Hizashi only smirked. "Worth it." "God, please watch over those poor innocent students from the wrath of an angry Aizawa." Yagi said with a smile of his own. Meanwhile with Aizawa... Shouta hurried into his classroom. As soon as the door opened, his students were quietly and patiently waiting in their seats. "Alright, today we will be working on what to do in a hostage situation." He went to the front row desk and gave enough papers for the row. They passed them back as Shouta rounded his desk and took a long drink of his coffee. His eyes widened and immediately the coffee came spurting out of his mouth and onto the floor. He cringed as the taste of salt lingered on his tongue. "Mr. Aizawa, are you okay?" Iida questioned immediately.   Shouta had a frown plastered on his face as he growled, "Don't kill him. You aren't a villain. You aren't a villain." He kept repeating it to himself as Shinsou came up to him with a coffee cup in hand. "Mic-sensei talks to much." The purple hair boy said, passing the coffee to his mentor before returning to his desk. Shouta nodded to the boy before taking a large gulp from the fresh coffee to wash down the taste of salt. Kaminari laughed for a moment until Shouta sent a glare his way. The boy put his hands up in defense. "Sorry, Mr. Aizawa, I guess Mic-sensei just has a death wish." "It probably helps that they are married." Midoriya said, a smile on his face as well. The class froze as a smirk came onto their teacher's face with an unfamiliar glint in his eye. "Kaminari, Shinsou, I will pay you both 1000 yen* if you run to Lunch Rush and get me some butter." Kaminari and Shinsou looked to each other and shrugged. "I'm down." Shinsou said, getting up as Shouta pulled his wallet from his pocket and handed the currency over to the two boys before they left the room. "I wonder what this prank is going to be." Todoroki stated. Bakugou scoffed from his seat. "Have you never heard of the butter trick before?" Peering over his shoulder to her. Todoroki shook his head as Bakugou snorted. "Well, you will see, dumbass." It wasn't long before Kaminari and Shinsou had returned with butter in hand. They passed it over and Shouta immediately dropped to his knees and started to rub it on the floor in front of the door. He could hear Todoroki questioning it still and Yaoyorozu giving in and explaining it to him. Once he was finished, with a smile on his face, he continued on with his class. Once again, it was a waiting game. The lesson flew by and once again Hizashi threw open the door with a loud, "IT'S TIME FOR ENGLISH, LISTENERS!" Walking into the room, his feet came out from underneath him and he went crashing to the floor. The students immediately broke out into laughter at the complete look of shock on Hizashi's face as he leaned up off the floor. "You buttered me!" Hizashi exclaimed, looking up at his husband. Hizashi barely caught Jirou saying, "I can't believe that he actually fell for it." Iida added in, "You think he would be on guard during a prank war." Shouta hummed as he grabbed his tumbler, pretending to take a drink before stepping beside Hizashi and carefully going out the door. "Class, you might want to go out the back door for lunch." He warned before he disappeared from sight. x This was absolute war now. Despite the pranks being so small and simple. It was war. War had been declared. It had been entirely his fault but it was war. Currently, Hizashi was now standing on the table in Heights Alliance pouring glitter on top of the ceiling fan blades. He knew exactly how much Shouta hated glitter but war was on. He had already warned the students if they didn't want to get glittered bombed than they should stay clear when he got Shouta into his spot. He also may have bribed Midoriya to turn on the fan with a limited edition signed All Might poster. If he had to walk away from Shouta to turn on the fan, his husband would immediately know something was up. Once the perfect mountain of glitter was placed on the blades, he hopped down from the table and leaned against it, already knowing the first place Shouta would go would be to him. To make it more believable, Kaminari, Ashido, and Aoyama stood with him having a small conversation. Once again, he also bribed each of them with extra credit. Any minute, Shouta would return from his private training with Shinsou. Hizashi looked at his watch and right on schedule Shouta and Shinsou came through the entrance of Heights Alliance. Like predicted, Shouta walked over to Hizashi and placed a soft kiss to Hizashi's lips. The three students made their made up excuses to leave with a goodbye to Shouta before fleeing to the other side of the room. Hizashi casually let his phone slip from his hand and slide underneath the table. Hizashi muttered a quick--fake-- apology before kneeling down and going underneath the table to fetch the fallen device. On cue, Midoriya flipped on the fan and the glitter flew across the room and over Shouta. Blinking, Shouta took a moment to realize that he was now covered completely in glitter. He frowned and looked under the table to Hizashi and said, "Really, glitter again?" "Why am I covered in glitter?" Todoroki's innocent voice filled the two teacher's ears. Shouta covered his mouth with his hand as Todoroki looked at him in confusion. Shouta turned back to Hizashi, "You claimed an innocent victim. Shame on you."    Hizashi gave an innocent smile and shrug. "Oops." He crawled out from underneath the table. "Sorry, young listener." Todoroki frowned. "I still don't get why I'm covered in glitter." Shinsou took the moment to walk up behind Todoroki and throw his arm over his shoulder. "The innocence radiating off of you is amazing to the point you don't realize you just walked into the middle of Mic-sensei and Mr. Aizawa's prank war." Realization came across Todoroki's face as he gave out a soft oh making the others chuckle.    Shouta took the moment of distraction to look back to his husband. "This isn't over." x After Shouta, the second thing that Hizashi loved most in this world happened to be his hair and appearance. While Shouta didn't care about his appearance, Hizashi could spend hours pampering himself and just doing his hair. He snagged a cup of flour while Hizashi was in the shower and dumped it into Hizashi's waiting hair dryer. Thankfully, for him, his time as an underground hero allowed for him to be almost completely silent with his movements. Once the flour was in place, he exited the bathroom and left the room as he heard the shower get turned off. He had already made it to the main building of the dorm by the time he heard Hizashi's loud scream. "SHOUTA!" Hizashi's voice carried to the building thanks to his quirk. Shouta laughed as he dunked into the building and rushed through the common room and into the kitchen. He barely caught Shinsou saying, "Here we go again." Not even a moment later, Hizashi came running into the common room in his causal clothes. Shouta covered his mouth and nose as Hizashi came into view to keep the man from finding his location. Hizashi's entire face, half of his hair and neck were covered in flour. His students were trying to contain their own laughter as Hizashi rushed through the common room looking for Shouta. "Where are you!?" Hizashi exclaimed, a hint of amusement in his voice. Shouta crept from his spot, freezing completely as his back hit the broad chest of his husband. "Got cha." Wrapping his arms around Shouta's lean waist, he turned on his heel and spun. Shouta couldn't help as he laughed before he was placed back on the ground. The ebony haired man turned on his heel until he was flush against his husband. Shouta reached up, throwing his arms around Hizashi's shoulder and smiled innocently. "Something wrong?" He muttered, batting his eye lashes. Hizashi rolled his eyes. "You win. If we keep going, my hair is going to regret it." The blonde said. Shouta smirked. "But I had so many more ideas." "If this continues, you might end up cutting my hair." Shouta shrugged. "Maybe." Hizashi laughed, leaning forward and connecting his lips to Shouta's. "I love you." he whispered as he pulled away. "I love you, too." Shinsou groaned as he entered the kitchen. "Oh god, our dads are kissing again." The purple haired teen called out as he left the room. Shouta and Hizashi shared a look before going into a fit of laughter. The two pulled away from each other and Hizashi took a quick moment to place a quick smack to Shouta's butt. The Erasure hero glared at him as Hizashi wiggled his eyebrows. "I have to take another shower. Want to join me?"

#erasermic #shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada #aizawa x present mic #aizawa x yamada #prompt fic #prompt fill #prank war

[brightsun-and-darkmidnight]

Don’t Let Go

TITLE: Don’t Let Go

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 2 / ?

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight as well as @melodylnoelle

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki's life if he did not let go at the rainbow bridge... (After the Bifrost being destroyed.)

RATING:  Explicit

NOTES/WARNINGS: Depression. Thoughts of suicide.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my thoughts of what it might have been like if Loki did not let go. This is set immediately after the Bifrost being destroyed. Loki has a lot to sort through...

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

*FINALLY..Read the warnings. Once you agree you can handle it...

 ~ ~ ENJOY  ~ ~

There was a distinct knock at the entrance door. 

"Loki?"

Loki stood to greet his mother, "in here."

Frigga entered and instantly glanced at the full tray of food but said nothing.

"We are going for a ride, I would love it if you accompanied me." She paused for a moment then walked to the window to fix the drapes open. "It is a beautiful day."

Loki played with his hand as he went to the balcony with Frigga. He looked down to the people, "I take it people are still upset with me."

"Thor as well. You both had your parts in this." Frigga turned to place a hand on Loki's arm, "your father."

Loki turned quickly to retreat into his rooms. Muttering as he sat, "he is not my father."

"We raised you, my dear Loki." Frigga took her place next to him. "You are our son. You know this."

Loki clenched his jaw to stop the same conversation from repeating itself because he hated that talk.

"Ride with me. We are going to the forest, near the waterfalls."

Loki didn't like the idea of others going as well, knowing it was going to be Thor and HIS friends. "I would like to refine my skills for battle."

"Alright." Frigga stood with a smile, "at least eat at some point. You will do no good in any fight without nutrition in your system."

"Yes mother. I will eat before I go train."

"You better or I will whip up that potion to make you eat, like I did when you were a child." She went to the door then turned to say, "you know which one."

Loki forced a smile, "yes. I know. I fear the side effects never wore off of Thor."

Frigga gave Loki her little smirk and shake of her head before leaving.

Loki looked at his plate and ate a little before going to train as he promised.

-:-

Loki did not go out of his rooms for longer than needed, but his mother requested his presence in the library. The entire journey Loki held himself high like a prince should, despite the stares, whispers and glares. Once at the Library Loki relaxed with the familiar scent of old books and the special warmth only a library could offer. 

Sitting in Loki's favorite area was Frigga with a tray of tea and danishes. Loki smiled at the sentiment and took his favorite chair.

"I am happy you could join me." Frigga sipped at her tea, "the ride went well last week."

"Great news mother. Did you see your favorite fish again?"

"Oh yes. I actually seen a bilgesnipe as well." Frigga stated proudly with forced fear to tease.

Loki checked her over with a glance, "A bilgesnipe?"

"Yes. Huge things. This one was injured and was taken care of."

"My apologies, I did not go with you."

"Without substance how well would you have faired?"

"I did eat mother."

"And you will eat here now." Frigga gestured towards the plates with his favorites.

Loki picked a particularly delicious looking pastry. He stopped before taking a bite and sent an accusing stare, "did you have your potion put in these?"

Frigga sent a warm smile, "they are your favorite things to eat, so enjoy them."

Loki gave her a glance as he chanced a smell of the food in question.

Frigga chided, "Loki."

Loki did not sense anything strange about the pastry so he ate it slowly but waited for a strange hunger to overtake him.

"Your father plans to have both you and your brother make an appearance together, to show all is well." Frigga set her tea down in exchange for something to nibble at. "Perhaps you and Thor could get together for a good talk."

Loki offered an answer out of necessity to do so, "Perhaps."

"You know there is not only a war about to start with the Jotunheim but a war among Asgardians about you and Thor."

"I know. There are those who agree with Thor stopping the genocide and those wishing I succeeded. All are upset about the Bifrost being lost." Loki took another danish and ate it slowly as well, noticing how Frigga was watching him carefully. "So why the grand show of family unity?"

Frigga smiled sweetly. "To show we are a strong family."

"Of course." Loki sipped his tea and seen Frigga's eyes sparkle. "I see it was in the tea."

"Sharp as ever but you know not to drink the tea already set out."

"To drink the tea in the kettle would have been worse. The warmer the potion the better it works."

Frigga smiled with a quiet laugh, "well at least you will be eating dinner in the hall tonight."

Loki was starting to feel the effects of the potion already. "I assume you had this planned." Loki picked some of the fruit to the side.

Loki noticed a quiet girl with curly light brown hair enter the Library.

Her voice just as quiet, "I apologize Allmother. The guards let me in. "

"It is alright sweetling. I asked you to accompany me here."

Loki stood feeling uncomfortable and Frigga stood as well.

Frigga turned to Loki, "Would you like to meet me for dinner dear?"

Loki knew he had no choice with the way his stomach begged for more food. "Yes mother, I will see you for dinner." Without a thought Loki walked past the girl who bowed her head.

-:-

Loki stuffed himself full in the dining hall later on, satiating his stomach only after multiple helpings of food. His mother’s potions really were strongly made. No one really spoke to him as he ate, but he did not mind. He was rarely in the mood for conversation these days and did nothing to bring attention to himself. He let Thor do all that, taking the spotlight for himself. It felt at the same time a new routine and a familiar shadow.

The next few weeks passed by as a blur of public appearances with the rest of his family. In Odin’s eyes, the only way Loki could atone for what he had done was to take the blame publically for his actions. He had forced Loki to make a public address to the people, a formal apology for the initial attack on the Jotuns. The action had swayed some of those to favor Thor for stopping Loki, but it did not do as much as Odin had hoped to quell the civil disagreement among them.

Odin took it one step further. Tensions were continuing to rise between the Jotuns and the Asgardians, their two worlds still on the brink of war. War and council meetings, public addresses – it no longer mattered. Everywhere he went, Odin made a point to set blame on Loki for not only his attack, but the entire war. Loki could feel the seething anger that was starting to build among those who believed his words. With all of that, Odin never made mention of Thor’s involvement. That it was Thor who actually made the first attack, the first move, the first threat. That it had been Loki who had tried to stop it then. Thor continued to be the golden child of Asgard, and Odin made mention of his pride for Thor often.    

Through all of that, everyone was touched by the heavy weight as they mourned the bifrost. All the realms did. The Asgardians held a ceremony to honor what had happened with it. As soon as they were able, they began the long process of rebuilding their doorway to the universe. Heimdall often took it upon himself to assist, feeling the grief worst of all as he was supposed to be its keeper. For that, Loki could not help but feel a twinge of guilt. He had always liked Heimdall, and it hurt him to see him so sad.

At least for that, there was still some contempt among the people for Thor, but it was almost never voiced for fear of Odin’s wrath. Odin always defended its destruction, blaming that on Loki as well for giving Thor no choice.

The one thing that was never spoken of, though, was Loki’s true heritage. That secret was kept and those few that knew sworn to secrecy on threat of imprisonment by Odin. Not even Lady Sif and the Warriors Three were allowed to be in the know. It was hardly ever spoken of again, in fact, but it did not need to be. Loki could still feel the awkwardness from Thor, could feel Odin’s obvious bias for Thor. The thought of what he was still plagued him often as he sorted through how to deal with it. The remark he had made to Odin about being a stolen relic played through his mind frequently, too. He really was starting to feel as though he was locked away, just like the Casket.

-:-

#brightsun-and-darkmidnight #dont let go #chapter 2 #depression #loki

[midnightphoenixdream]

It’s On

Hey everyone so this is a repost of my prompt fic from itsthefandommash. My blog fallenangelofhades for some reason got terminated so I’m reposting all my prompts! This was the first I received. 

Summary: So I went to tumblr and asked (begged xD) for prompts. This one I recieved from itsthefandommash (I love this username, I sang Monster Mash with fandom in my head) which as Erasermic with a simple prank war, like putting flour in a hairdryer. The second the words, "It's on." left Shouta's mouth, Hizashi knew he screwed up. Or how Hizashi started a prank war with his husband and somehow Class 1-A gets to witness it all. Author's Note: So this was really fun to write. I've had a bad case of writer's block with I Want It That Way (which is very infuriating) and hit up tumblr for prompts of fluff and not angst. I write so much angst. I'm actually really open to prompts, I do pretty much anything. (NSFW usually has to fall under what person I have for bottom/top or I just can't bring myself to write it.) But like I need more fluff in my life and can never come up with anything xD So anyway on with the fic.

Hizashi Yamada poked his head into Class 1-A's homeroom, double checking to make sure the coast was clear. The curious eyes of Shouta's students watched his movements as he grinned and entered the room. Rushing over to the closest, he grabbed out a ladder and set it up at the door. Chuckling to himself, he reached back out into hall and grabbed his bucket that was full of water and glitter. "Mic-sensei, what are you doing?" Kirishima questioned, watching the Voice hero. Hizashi looked over his shoulder and threw a smile to the boy. "Just pulling a little prank is all." He stated. Climbing up the ladder, he connected a string to the handle and carefully placed the bucket on the edge of the frame. Carefully pulling his hands away, he smirked as it stayed. The sound of footsteps in the hall caught his attention, he clambered off the ladder and rushed it back to the closest. Letting out a small chuckle, he took a seat at Shouta's desk and waited. "I don't think this is such a good idea, Mic-sensei. Ribbit." Asui muttered. Hizashi didn't get to reply as the door slowly slid open. Shouta stepped into the room. The class held their breath in anticipation. Most of them ready to watch Shouta jump out of the way. The Erasure hero let out a loud gasp and the water and glitter mixture fell on his head and down his body. Completely soaking his hair and top half of his hero costume. "What the actual fuck?!" Shouta hissed, his quirk activating as he looked around the class. He stopped at the pure terror written on his student's faces before a fit of giggles filled his ears that belonged to someone he was very much aquitanted with. Shouta peered over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing on Hizashi. The look only caused Hizashi to go into a louder set of laughter. "The look on your face." Hizashi said through heaves as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh my god. That was priceless." The blonde's laughter ceased to exist as a small smirk came to Shouta's face and a familiar glint in his eye. The second the words, "It's on." left Shouta's mouth, Hizashi knew he screwed up. x Shouta growled for probably the hundredth time as he scrubbed at his skin and hair in attempt to get the vile glitter off of him. Water would be one thing but glitter? Did Hizashi not realize how incredibly annoying it is to try and get glitter out of hair. It sure didn't help Shouta's case that his hair happened to be black and glitter shows up best on black. Growling in frustration, Shouta turned off the tap and grabbed the nearest towel. Cursing to himself as a shampoo bottle fell off the side, he leaned down to grab it. He stopped as he realized it was Hizashi's very stupidly expensive shampoo. The bottle was completely full so Shouta knew it was brand new. Looking into the trash can, he spotted the old bottle and swiped it up. Payback time. Jumping out of the shower completely, he quickly threw on his clothes and marched his way into the kitchen. Pulling on one of the drawers, he pulled out a funnel. He went quick to work. Unscrewing the lid, he put it to the side and opened up the cabinet above his head. He grabbed one of the larger bowls and placed it on the counter. Walking over to the fridge, he pulled out the carton of eggs from the door. He broke all 12 eggs into the bowl, quickly throwing away the evidence. Grabbing a fork from the dish strainer, he whisked the eggs in the bowl until it was mixed up nicely. Fortunately, the color of mixed eggs, matched the color of Hizashi's shampoo. Once it was mixed, he grabbed the funnel and slid the end into the bottle. He grabbed the bowl and tilted it over the funnel, watching as the eggs disappeared into the empty bottle. Once the liquid was in the bottle. He pulled out the funnel and screwed the lid back onto the bottle. Shouta cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes and putting them away to keep Hizashi from getting suspicious. He went back into the bathroom with the now egg filled bottle in hand and placed it in the spot that Hizashi's shampoo had originally been in. The full bottle with actual shampoo, Shouta hid underneath the sink behind some of his own stuff that he knew Hizashi would get into. Smirking to himself, he left the bathroom and waited. His plan didn't go into complete effect until the next morning. Hizashi didn't get back to their shared apartment at U.A. until late that night after a long night of patrols. Shouta made sure that he was already gone when Hizashi had hopped into the shower. He had bribed Vlad and Nemuri with a night out for drinks on him if they kept quiet when Hizashi got there. Shouta had to bit his lip to contain his laughter as Hizashi walked into the teacher's lounge. It had freaking worked. Peaking through pieces of Hizashi's hair were bits of cooked eggs. He had learned that if hot water came in contact with eggs even in hair, the egs would start to cook. Hizashi had been so exhausted that morning that he probably didn't even realize it. Hizashi only waltzed over to his side, placing a soft kiss into his cheek with a quick good morning to him before he sat down at his desk. Across from them Toshinori's jaw dropped and Nemuri hid behind her hand. Vlad only chuckled slightly before gathering his papers and leaving the room. "See you later." Shouta muttered to Hizashi before also making his exit. By the time his homeroom had their English class, Hizashi still hadn't realized the eggs in his hair. Once again Shouta had to bite his lip as Hizashi made his very dramatic entrance into the room that he did every day.  Before Shouta could leave the room, Hizashi leaned in and whispered. "You're up to something. You're oddly silent... well more than usual." The Erasure hero only shrugged. They were interrupted when Todoroki walked up to them with his homework in hand. "Mic-sensei, I have a question about the homewo--" The dual haired teen paused as his eyes settled on Hizashi's hair. Shouta once again had to contain himself as Todoroki blinked rapidly with wide eyes. "Young listener? What was that?" Hizashi questioned, still completely oblivious . Todoroki cocked his head to the side, examining the pieces of egg before looking back to Hizashi with a blank look. "Do you use eggs on your hair?" Hizashi chuckled. "No but I've heard eggs have great protein for hair care." The Voice hero stated. Todoroki blinked once more. "Than why do you have egg in your hair?" Hizashi's face paled as he looked between Todoroki to Shouta. "What?" Giggles filled the classroom as Hizashi began to panick, running his hands over his hair. The blonde let out a screech as pieces of egg came out on his hand. "Oh my God. My hair." Now, Shouta couldn't contain his laughter anymore. His laughs came out soft and quiet as he hide his face within his capture weapon. Shouta took the moment to creep out of the room as Hizashi shouted, "I'm so getting you back for this!" x There were some mornings that Shouta was so exhausted from being awake for more than 24 hours from teaching to going to his overnight patrols. Those mornings, Shouta would make himself a cup of coffee and have it finished by the time he would get to the teacher's lounge. Those mornings, Shouta would take a quick cat nap under his desk and Hizashi would make him another cup of coffee to take to class with him. Hizashi was going to get his revenge for his hair and if Shouta murdered him for it so be it. Hizashi had exactly three minutes before Shouta would be waking from his nap and heading off to his homeroom. He snatched Shouta's empty coffee tumbler and went over to the waiting coffee. Pouring the liquid into the cup, he poured the right amount of creamer into it before grabbing the salt that was sitting on the counter. "Oh boy." Nemuri muttered from her desk, just from the sound of her voice Hizashi could tell she was amused. "So who wants to plan Yamada's funeral?" "I'm not in this." Vlad stated. "I'm not so sure this is a good idea, Mic." Yagi muttered, the clear concern in his tone. Hizashi only shrugged as he mixed it together and placed the lid back onto the tumbler before moving over to Shouta's desk. He leaned down, shaking his sleeping husband awake. Shouta cracked his eyes open, muttering to himself before crawling out from underneath the desk and grabbing the cup from him. Hizashi said a quick "I love you." with a kiss to the shorter man's cheek as Shouta grabbed his things and left the lounge with an I love you in return. 

Nemuri chuckled as soon as Shouta was completely out of the room. "You are just asking to be killed." The woman stated. 

Hizashi only smirked. "Worth it." 

"God, please watch over those poor innocent students from the wrath of an angry Aizawa." Yagi said with a smile of his own. Meanwhile with Aizawa... Shouta hurried into his classroom. As soon as the door opened, his students were quietly and patiently waiting in their seats.  "Alright, today we will be working on what to do in a hostage situation." He went to the front row desk and gave enough papers for the row. They passed them back as Shouta rounded his desk and took a long drink of his coffee. His eyes widened and immediately the coffee came spurting out of his mouth and onto the floor. He cringed as the taste of salt lingered on his tongue. "Mr. Aizawa, are you okay?" Iida questioned immediately.   Shouta had a frown plastered on his face as he growled, "Don't kill him. You aren't a villain. You aren't a villain." He kept repeating it to himself as Shinsou came up to him with a coffee cup in hand. "Mic-sensei talks to much." The purple hair boy said, passing the coffee to his mentor before returning to his desk. Shouta nodded to the boy before taking a large gulp from the fresh coffee to wash down the taste of salt. Kaminari laughed for a moment until Shouta sent a glare his way. The boy put his hands up in defense. "Sorry, Mr. Aizawa, I guess Mic-sensei just has a death wish." "It probably helps that they are married." Midoriya said, a smile on his face as well. The class froze as a smirk came onto their teacher's face with an unfamiliar glint in his eye. "Kaminari, Shinsou, I will pay you both 1000 yen* if you run to Lunch Rush and get me some butter." Kaminari and Shinsou looked to each other and shrugged. "I'm down." Shinsou said, getting up as Shouta pulled his wallet from his pocket and handed the currency over to the two boys before they left the room. "I wonder what this prank is going to be." Todoroki stated. Bakugou scoffed from his seat. "Have you never heard of the butter trick before?" Peering over his shoulder to her. Todoroki shook his head as Bakugou snorted. "Well, you will see, dumbass." It wasn't long before Kaminari and Shinsou had returned with butter in hand. They passed it over and Shouta immediately dropped to his knees and started to rub it on the floor in front of the door. He could hear Todoroki questioning it still and Yaoyorozu giving in and explaining it to him. Once he was finished, with a smile on his face, he continued on with his class. Once again, it was a waiting game. The lesson flew by and once again Hizashi threw open the door with a loud, "IT'S TIME FOR ENGLISH, LISTENERS!" Walking into the room, his feet came out from underneath him and he went crashing to the floor. The students immediately broke out into laughter at the complete look of shock on Hizashi's face as he leaned up off the floor. "You buttered me!" Hizashi exclaimed, looking up at his husband. Hizashi barely caught Jirou saying, "I can't believe that he actually fell for it." Iida added in, "You think he would be on guard during a prank war." Shouta hummed as he grabbed his tumbler, pretending to take a drink before stepping beside Hizashi and carefully going out the door. "Class, you might want to go out the back door for lunch." He warned before he disappeared from sight. x This was absolute war now. Despite the pranks being so small and simple. It was war. War had been declared. It had been entirely his fault but it was war. Currently, Hizashi was now standing on the table in Heights Alliance pouring glitter on top of the ceiling fan blades. He knew exactly how much Shouta hated glitter but war was on. He had already warned the students if they didn't want to get glittered bombed than they should stay clear when he got Shouta into his spot. He also may have bribed Midoriya to turn on the fan with a limited edition signed All Might poster. If he had to walk away from Shouta to turn on the fan, his husband would immediately know something was up. Once the perfect mountain of glitter was placed on the blades, he hopped down from the table and leaned against it, already knowing the first place Shouta would go would be to him. To make it more believable, Kaminari, Ashido, and Aoyama stood with him having a small conversation. Once again, he also bribed each of them with extra credit. Any minute, Shouta would return from his private training with Shinsou. Hizashi looked at his watch and right on schedule Shouta and Shinsou came through the entrance of Heights Alliance. Like predicted, Shouta walked over to Hizashi and placed a soft kiss to Hizashi's lips. The three students made their made up excuses to leave with a goodbye to Shouta before fleeing to the other side of the room. Hizashi casually let his phone slip from his hand and slide underneath the table. Hizashi muttered a quick--fake-- apology before kneeling down and going underneath the table to fetch the fallen device. On cue, Midoriya flipped on the fan and the glitter flew across the room and over Shouta. Blinking, Shouta took a moment to realize that he was now covered completely in glitter. He frowned and looked under the table to Hizashi and said, "Really, glitter again?" "Why am I covered in glitter?" Todoroki's innocent voice filled the two teacher's ears. Shouta covered his mouth with his hand as Todoroki looked at him in confusion. Shouta turned back to Hizashi, "You claimed an innocent victim. Shame on you."    Hizashi gave an innocent smile and shrug. "Oops." He crawled out from underneath the table. "Sorry, young listener." Todoroki frowned. "I still don't get why I'm covered in glitter." Shinsou took the moment to walk up behind Todoroki and throw his arm over his shoulder. "The innocence radiating off of you is amazing to the point you don't realize you just walked into the middle of Mic-sensei and Mr. Aizawa's prank war." Realization came across Todoroki's face as he gave out a soft oh making the others chuckle. Shouta took the moment of distraction to look back to his husband. "This isn't over." x After Shouta, the second thing that Hizashi loved most in this world happened to be his hair and appearance. While Shouta didn't care about his appearance, Hizashi could spend hours pampering himself and just doing his hair. He snagged a cup of flour while Hizashi was in the shower and dumped it into Hizashi's waiting hair dryer. Thankfully, for him, his time as an underground hero allowed for him to be almost completely silent with his movements. Once the flour was in place, he exited the bathroom and left the room as he heard the shower get turned off. He had already made it to the main building of the dorm by the time he heard Hizashi's loud scream. "SHOUTA!" Hizashi's voice carried to the building thanks to his quirk. Shouta laughed as he dunked into the building and rushed through the common room and into the kitchen. He barely caught Shinsou saying, "Here we go again." Not even a moment later, Hizashi came running into the common room in his causal clothes. Shouta covered his mouth and nose as Hizashi came into view to keep the man from finding his location. Hizashi's entire face, half of his hair and neck were covered in flour. His students were trying to contain their own laughter as Hizashi rushed through the common room looking for Shouta. "Where are you!?" Hizashi exclaimed, a hint of amusement in his voice. Shouta crept from his spot, freezing completely as his back hit the broad chest of his husband. "Got cha." Wrapping his arms around Shouta's lean waist, he turned on his heel and spun. Shouta couldn't help as he laughed before he was placed back on the ground. The ebony haired man turned on his heel until he was flush against his husband. Shouta reached up, throwing his arms around Hizashi's shoulder and smiled innocently. "Something wrong?" He muttered, batting his eye lashes. Hizashi rolled his eyes. "You win. If we keep going, my hair is going to regret it." The blonde said. Shouta smirked. "But I had so many more ideas." "If this continues, you might end up cutting my hair." Shouta shrugged. "Maybe." Hizashi laughed, leaning forward and connecting his lips to Shouta's. "I love you." he whispered as he pulled away. "I love you, too." Shinsou groaned as he entered the kitchen. "Oh god, our dads are kissing again." The purple haired teen called out as he left the room. Shouta and Hizashi shared a look before going into a fit of laughter. The two pulled away from each other and Hizashi took a quick moment to place a quick smack to Shouta's butt. The Erasure hero glared at him as Hizashi wiggled his eyebrows. "I have to take another shower. Want to join me?"

#erasermic #class 1-a #shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada #prompt fics #prompt fill #repost #fallenangelofhades #midnightphoenixdream

[n0-eyedtaissa]

The New Normal (Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader)

A/N: This is my first real attempt at a reader-insert fic so I’m crazy-nervous to post this, but I’m pretty proud of it so I hope you enjoy it!!

Description: An ill-timed party brings two sides together and an unfortunate interaction sparks an unlikely friendship. 

Warnings: Underage smoking and drinking 

Word Count: 3k+

You met him at a party.  

It was a misplaced exhibition of grandeur, planned with juvenile good intentions and the thought that most problems could be solved with Pabst Blue Ribbon or a few shots of New Amsterdam. It was ironic, really. The Southside of town goes up in the flames of gentrification and everyone’s first thought was “Who’s throwing the kegger?” .

It was for the hope of normalcy, to stand with false confidence in the backyard at Reggie Mantle’s house and drink piss-water beer out of a plastic cup as too much bass reverberated though the sea of underaged bodies surrounding you. 

You’d done it a dozen times.

But now, boys from both sides of the tracks were getting shot, or preyed upon by the music teacher. Miss Grundy. With her kind eyes and her misplaced authority, she fulfilled desires of tasting the unripened fruit. It was three weeks after she ‘mysteriously’ left school when she was found dead, strangled with her own cello bow. Throat slit. Three blocks away from your front door a self-righteous killer planned out how he sought sinners to claim repentance.

You sat in a discarded lawn chair, away from the masses, thoughts awash with the green eyes of the Black Hood, the crucified figure of Midge Klump onstage for the whole town to see. It almost made you want to laugh, Midge finally getting the attention she always wanted.

The goosebumps start to raise on your bare arms as you recline against the cold back of the chair and it makes you start to sip faster on your vodka cran, relishing in the warmth that pooled in your stomach, and wondering if home would ever be “normal” again. 

Or was it ever normal to begin with ?

Over the beer pong table you watched a group of jocks tense up, Bulldogs with their feathers ruffled like yardbirds that were scared of a stealthy outdoor cat. You stood up in search of a spectacle, as well as a refill, and made your way through the sliding glass door and into the expensive dining room. Reggie’s house was huge: all high ceilings and grand entryways, furniture that looked pristine and untouched. Lively, sweaty bodies were packed into the house and causing the walls to sweat with smoke-riddled condensation.

You waded through the masses, getting elbows jabbed into your ribs and beer spilled onto your suede boots, but finally you made your way to the kitchen. 

Perched atop the polished granite counter was Veronica Lodge, with Archie Andrews tucked in between her bare thighs where her plaid skirt had ridden up. You watched them as they whispered sweet nothings into each others ears, with loyalty and love in their bleary eyes. 

She leaned down to kiss him, her inkjet-black hair spilling over his forehead, obscuring his own mop of red waves; the balance between dark and light.

Past the kitchen was the entryway. A gaggle of broad-shouldered boys stood face to face, their expressions hard and their voices laced with malice: 

“You Snakes got a lot of nerve coming onto Bulldog territory” Moose Mason said through gritted teeth.

“We’ve got as much right to be here as you do, Moose” One of the Serpents, Jughead Jones responded arrogantly, shoulders relaxed and head held high. The expression on his face said something like make a move, I dare you. 

The Serpents vs Bulldog feud was age-old, and mostly everyone was tired of the incessant turf war between the two groups. Northsiders like the Bulldogs had it easy because their families had money and they could live comfortably, if not lavishly. They were a bunch of student athletes with roid-rage who decided that it would be entertaining to pick a fight with the kids who grew up below the poverty line.

Residents of the Southside of Riverdale were at a disadvantage: their side of town was run-down and covered in graffiti tags, with the chain-link fences falling down and the weeds overgrown. It was the little things like that which differentiated the two sides of the same coin. The North side was well maintained, with workers paid to upkeep the lawns and hedges throughout town, or to scrape the gum from the sidewalks. The town’s budget for education was split unevenly, which left the students of Southside high without computers, instead relying on aged textbooks and aged information. On the news you often heard about the kids that took Jingle Jangle in the hallways, or got in knife-fights in the parking lot, or how when Mayor McCoy had the police raid the place, they found a meth lab in the basement. It was a bad school, to say the least.

Not by choice. Everything about this town was a product of circumstance.

There was no question that the more affluent people in town found the Southsiders to be burdensome:  The Northsiders were more than open about their disdain for them. They were worried that their school systems were getting muddied up, that test scores would start going down due to the delinquency of the unconcerned students who transferred to Riverdale High after Southside High was forcefully shut down. They locked their car doors every time a motorcycle pulled up next to them, women held their purses a little closer to themselves any time somebody donning a Serpent jacket was in their vicinity. 

And though tensions ran high, nothing could bring two sides together like a party could. Right?

Funny.

There was a bitter irony in the situation. The Serpents lose what little they had, Sunnyside Trailer Park going up in flames and the Whyte Wyrm being bought out by the Lodge family, and yet the Bulldogs still thought that a turf war was appropriate. 

In a fight, your money would be on the Serpents any day, though. They were scrappy — well-versed in the art of street fighting, with or without brass knuckles and a switchblade. They were a real gang: with an intense initiation process and laws to be abided by. It was about loyalty and respect. The Serpents did whatever they needed to do in order to ensure that all of the Southside residents were taken care of and for this you couldn’t help but admire them.

Plus, they had cooler jackets.

You mind your business though, not wanting to be in the middle of the fight that would inevitably break out. You’re in the middle of refilling your beverage in the kitchen (probably making it a little more heavy handed than you anticipated) when Archie breaks away from Veronica, running to be the mediator yet again. 

Veronica smiles curtly at you, the only other person in the kitchen, and for a second it looked like she felt guilty. Maybe.

You send an uneasy smirk in her direction and start slinking your way into the backyard once more, crossing your fingers that no one had stolen your seat. Quickly turning the corner, you plow into the chest of an unsuspecting party-goer. 

“God DAMN it!” they grumble angrily, looking down at their shirt, which was now soaked with your vodka cranberry.

“Watch where you’re going next time…” you mutter, shaking sticky drops of cranberry juice from your hand, finally looking up at whoever you had just accidentally accosted. 

That’s when you saw him. 

Sweet Pea. It was misnomer if you’ve ever heard one: equal parts loyalty and anger, he was chaos. Something like black leather and bruised knuckles, the sound of a motorcycle engine turning over. Or the feeling of being on the wrong end of a strong right hook. He was everything you weren’t, and everything you were told to be afraid of. 

He was a cool, tall drink of water; six-foot-something and he towered over you just enough to make it so you had to crane your neck in order to look him in his cold brown eyes. With his face etched with frown and worry lines, you could tell that his hard expression was a trained one. It was almost like he practiced it in the mirror, like if he looked menacing enough no one would be able to mess with him. If he built up his walls high enough, no one could ever break them down.

Plus, he was a Serpent: a gang member with a motorcycle and a penchant for fighting. Despite all of this you couldn’t see a reason not to like him. Just because he was from the Southside didn’t mean you should treat him different. You hoped that no one would treat you differently based on where you lived and how you were brought up, but you knew that your situation was vastly different from Sweet Pea’s. 

“Watch where I’m going?” He questions “Sweetheart I was standing completely still, you ran into me” he pointed out, a flirtatious smirk playing on the corner of his pretty lips. 

You looked him up and down, noticing the snake tattoo that adorned his neck, and the way that you could see the outline of his muscles through the pink-tinged wet mark on his white t-shirt. Knowing that it was your fault, you relented, not wanting to face the wrath he was so infamous for. 

“You’re right, I’m sorry” you sigh, looking up at him innocently through your curled lashes. “I think I have a way to make it up to you, though” You add, feeling an onslaught of alcohol-related confidence. 

His eyes widened, clearly taken aback by your bold statement. 

“And what exactly did you have in mind?” Sweet Pea asked, studying you carefully. 

You reach into the small black purse that was resting at your hip and retrieve a sizable joint, rolled tightly with white paper. You hold you hold it out to him with an eyebrow raised in question. 

“Now what’s a pretty little girl like you doing with stuff like this, hmm?” The aura of cockiness was thick around him, it was as if any little interaction with him was a challenge. He started undermining you the first moment he laid eyes on you. 

You couldn’t have that, now could you?

“Pretty girls like me could do a lot worse,” You promised, crossing your arms over your chest. You weren’t doing it protectively, though. Unlike most people, you didn’t fear Sweet Pea. 

And you could tell that it pissed him off.

“You coming, Southside?” You prompt, throwing the question over your shoulder as you push off from your spot against the wall in order to make your way to the backyard. 

“Yeah, uh” Sweet Pea coughed awkwardly, “Right behind you”. He took a long stride in order to open the sliding glass door for you.

How gentlemanly of him

The two of you walked through the masses of students playing King’s Cup and quarters, past a gaggle of girls you would consider to be your friends on Monday through Fridays, from 8am to 3pm. You rarely hung out with them after school, even rarer on weekends. But they gave you a place to sit during lunch and a friendly face to talk to during passing periods, and that was enough for you. 

“Hey (Y/N)!” Your ‘friend’ Carrie called out to you, attempting to wave you over to join the group. She was a polite blonde, a nice girl, with a big house and a big yard where her big dog would run around as her rich parents took conference call after conference call over happy-hour margaritas under the veranda. 

You waved politely, face unwavering as you pulled a lighter out of your jacket pocket. Carrie pushed herself out of the tight-knit group and sauntered up to you, looking oddly over at Sweet Pea. It was apparent that she was refraining from making a snide comment about the Serpent standing next to you, but was too polite to vocalize it. 

“What’re you doing?”  Carrie asked, very pointedly you might add, raising her sculpted brow at you. 

You shrug, scuffing your boot over a discarded cigarette butt. “About to smoke a joint with my new friend here,” You can tell that both Carrie and Sweet Pea were taken aback by your loose usage of the term ‘friend’. 

“Come hang out with us,” She tried to coax you grabbing your hand as  weak attempt to pull you away from the boy she so obviously found unsettling.

“I’m okay, I’ll see you around” You ripped your hand away, stepping closer to Sweet Pea and pulling the joint out again from your purse. 

Carrie wrinkled her nose, sighing before walking back to the group. You can feel the multiple pairs of eyes on you as she whispered about how you were hanging out with a Serpent, out of all people. 

“You should go with your friends.” Sweet Pea states. It was dismissive and cold, as if situations like this were something he was used to. 

You put the joint between your lips and spark it, blowing out a thick cloud of smoke before answering; “They’re not my friends…” You divulge, walking through the gravel side-yard to sit down on a lonely garden bench. “Plus, I told you I’d make it up to you for spilling on you” 

Sweet Pea chuckles lowly, a gravelly sound that came deep from his chest, filled with resentment. “What, Northsiders don’t all stick together?” The way he was looking at you made your cheeks flush, though you blamed it on the alcohol that was coursing through your veins.

You shake your head at him, handing the joint over. He hesitates for a moment, as if it was unsure of why you were being so welcoming to him. There were a certain number of predetermined assumptions attributed to him: the Serpent, the Southsider, the poor kid, the gang member. 

But there were assumptions you knew he was making about you to: Northside, rich girl, artificial.

“There’s more to people than where they live, you realize that, right?” You look up at him from your seat on the bench. He took a deep inhale, clenching his jaw as he blew smoke upwards. 

“Seems like you’re the only one around here who seems to believe that, (Y/N)”

That was the first time he said your name. 

You weren't sure if he knew your name beforehand, or if he learned it that evening. The minute the word leaves his lips your breath catches in your throat and your blood runs hotter than usual. You wished he would say it again and again. 

“Is that so wrong of me? To think that?” You ask meekly, in earnest, unsure if your optimism was a product of the privilege you had. 

Sweet Pea’s eyebrows furrow together as he pondered the question. He sat down on the bench next to you, the cold leather of his jacket hitting your bare shoulders and making you intake a sharp breath through your front teeth. 

“Not wrong, no…hopeful. A little hope could do us all some good, I guess.” He laughed, passing the joint back to you. 

It got quiet after that. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, at least not to you. This had been your only real interaction with Sweet Pea; spilling your drink on him, exchanging bitter words about sides, talking about hope. He didn’t seem as bad as his reputation made him out to be. He was jaded as all hell, it was true, but the more you spoke to him the more it made sense. You decided to break the silence: 

“So what’s your story?” You ask suddenly, as if you were stunned by the sheer volume of your voice. The weed made you lightheaded and giggly, made your motions feel languid and you couldn’t help but kick your toes at the pieces of loose gravel.

Sweet Pea looks over at you, rubbing a large hang over his bloodshot eyes and smiling so that his eyes crinkled up at the corners. “My story?” He laughs, looking at you as if it was crazy to be asking about his home life, or his interests. 

“Well if there’s more to people then where they live, we gotta start asking more questions, ya know?” You look over to him and he giggles again. “I just wanna know” You shrug off the comment, stomping out the joint and tossing it aside in a terra cotta pot that housed a long-dead plant. 

“There’s not much to me,” Sweet Pea says quietly, his voice carried away on a bitter breeze that raised goosebumps on your bare arms. You rubbed your cold hands over your cold arms, hoping that he would offer up his jacket but knowing that the likelihood of that was small. 

You weren't in just yet, and you didn't expect to be. Sweet Pea had little reason to tell you anything about him; you guys weren’t actually friends — you spilled a drink on him and offered some weed as an apology. Idle conversation didn't warrant personal questions, but there was something about him that made you want to keep trying. 

“I think there’s a lot more to you than you’re giving yourself credit for,” You look at Sweet Pea from the corner or your eye, bumping him playfully with your shoulder and making him crack a smile. “You don’t have to tell me, though. It’s fine” 

It was fine, too. The look on his face made it seem like he was surprised that you didn’t keep pushing your questions on him. Maybe he wanted you to keep pushing. 

Maybe he was thankful that you didn’t.

The comfortable-maybe-uncomfortable silence sets in again and the two of you are watching the beer pong game from afar. Reggie Mantle was on a team with Archie Andrews and the two were in a heated debate with Chuck Clayton and Moose Mason about getting their cups re-racked. It looked like it was getting a little bit heated, and you couldn't help but laugh after Sweet Pea makes an offhand comment about how the Andrew’s kid’s face was almost as red as his hair. 

You both watched a group of Vixens holding each other’s hair back as they vomited up orange-tinged jungle juice. The sight of it makes you childishly cover your eyes with your hands, prompting Sweet Pea to laugh maniacally. He nudges your knee with his and you peek out at him from between your fingers. 

“Some party, huh?” He asked with an awkward cough-laugh. 

You look around again, noting all of your classmates having a good time, despite the obvious tone of unrest in town. “It’s bullshit” you reveal, and judging by the expression on Sweet Pea’s face, you know that he’s taken aback — this wasn't the answer he anticipated from you.

He didn’t say anything in return, but you just knew that he agreed. 

“People fucking died, your friend was shot. People lost their homes, so why are we all trying to get drunk and act like everything is normal? Just because we start ignoring all of this shit, doesn’t mean it’s not there, you know?”

“I know, trust me…” His voice was hard and suddenly you think that you’ve done something wrong. 

Just as you’re about to open your mouth to start back-tracking, a girl’s voice rings out from across Reggie’s backyard: 

“Hey Sweet Pea! Get your ass over here, we’re up for BP! Gotta knock these Bulldogs down a peg” 

Toni Topaz. She was five-foot almost nothing, but she had attitude to boot. One of the Serpent girls. You assumed that Sweet Pea would get up and go to her in an instant, leaving you alone and cold over in Reggie’s discarded side yard. 

But he didn’t. 

He turned to you nervously, hands twitching idly at his sides as he stood up from the bench. “You comin’ Northside?” He offers his large hand out to you and you take it, with something like excitement pooling deep in your stomach. 

You couldn’t help but get nervous as you were led closer to the group of Serpents, pulled through the crowd by Sweet Pea who was a few paces ahead of you. They were all gathered by the big table, clad in their jackets and their tattoos worn proudly as their eyes shifted from face to face just in case. 

These snakes really did travel in packs.

“Who’s this?” Toni asks explicitly, gesturing to you with a flick of her chin as she tucked a strand of dyed-pink hair behind her ear. 

“Oh, uh…” Sweet Pea cleared his throat awkwardly as he looked at the faces of his expectant chosen family. “This is (Y/N). My…friend”

Toni nodded slowly, as if she was trying to come to terms with the concept. But sh smiled at you, extended her hand to shake politely. 

After the death (not death) of one of their finest members, the Fogarty kid, it was obvious that everyone was on edge. It was obvious that just like you — just like everyone else— the Serpents were trying to feel normal again. Was it possible to bounce back after losing almost everything they had? 

That was the million-dollar question. 

Things were different in town now. Tensions were at an all-time high, prejudices more obvious now than they were before. 

But you were here. At Reggie Mantle’s house, drinking piss-water beer out of your plastic cup as too much bass reverberated from the shitty speakers. And you were here with Sweet Pea. And the Serpents. Maybe things would be different on Monday but for that moment, you were friends. 

And that was the best thing you could ask for. 

#sweet pea riverdale #sweet pea x reader #reader insert fic #sweet pea x you #sweet pea x y/n #southside serpents #reggie mantle #archie andrews #toni topaz #fangs fogarty #I'm tagging so much shit bc i want this to get notes #riverdale fandom #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale reader insert

[mokocchii]

The Kyman Fanfic Ultimate Guide (or in other words, how to be a kyman hoe)

So lurking in Kyman fandom for awhile people would ask, what do you recommend reading? Well, after much searching I conjured up a list in what I believe to be the best Kyman fics. As well since this is Kyman week might as well fellow fans read some good shit during this fabulously gay week.

Remember folks, my list is incredibly biased HOWEVER from reading countless kyman fanfics and engaging with fellow kyman fans, this is solely based on what I consider to be strong kyman fics in terms of story structure, writing style, characterization, and overall enjoyment.

RATING: E

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we don't sleep when the sun goes down

by izzybusiness

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9450338

“Okay, will someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?” Cartman finally yells, clearly at the end of his tether. “So, what, everyone here got struck by lightning and now you’ve got superpowers like some kind of all-gay Justice League?” Misfits AU.

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Unwell

By cigarettestainedeyes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12319431

Kyle's being introduced to a whole new side of himself, the panicked side, the scared side, and he doesn't much care for it. Support comes from the last place he expected.

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The Rules

By Creatortan

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13389867

South Park has many rules. 

1) don’t try to get involved with Kyle Broflovski. You will face the wrath of Eric Cartman. Plus Kyle just isn’t interested, even if he pretends to be.

2) don’t try to get involved with Eric Cartman. You will face the wrath of Kyle Broflovski. And Eric isn’t interested and doesn’t try to hide that. 

3) don’t try to get in between Cartman and Kyle. It never ends well. Just let them get it out of their systems.

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RATING: T

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Cant we just try?

By shortstackedchessecake96

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5187086

If Eric had his stubborn way, he'd deny his feelings forever. But Kyle's not going to let that happen.

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Higher, Higher

By Sweeticing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13518693/chapters/31008642

Bebe tries to use a love potion on Kyle, but the plan goes wrong when the potion makes him fall for Cartman instead. Good thing Cartman hasn't been pining for Kyle for eight years or anything crazy like that.

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Cartman Gets bored

By sorrowfulJoy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13062774

Cartman gets bored at 11pm and tries to get his friends to come and spend time with him, texting fic

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Secondhand

By SnyapticFirefly

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7751491

Cartman does what he does best: peer pressuring impressionable Jews the only way he knows how.

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Keep Your Enemy Closer

By guineabees

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9123163

A story about what happens when a superhero and their rival have been living under the same roof without realising it.

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I Won’t Fall For You

By shortstackedchesscake

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13247808

Just when Kyle thought turning up alone to a wedding - that was starting to feel like a college reunion - couldn't get any worse, it turns out Eric Cartman is invited too. But Eric may just be his saving grace, and Kyle decides to run with his inevitably crazy plan even if he thinks he knows better. But Kyle is a lot smarter than his college friends, he won't fall for Eric that easily... will he?

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the coriolis effect

by briwookie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11544261

"There's nothing wrong with being attracted to the same sex." Kenny would say, but Eric Cartman had always thought otherwise.

It just surprises him that it takes Kyle Broflovski getting drunk at a bar with another man to prove him wrong

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Sunday best and broken glass

By cherryvanilla

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2296934

Cartman doesn’t do nervous. He’s done plenty of fucking public speaking, public singing, public anything but tonight – tonight, he’s nervous. Maybe it’s because this stupidly means more than any of those other times, even though he wishes to fuck he could deny that. Because he actually cares this time. It isn’t based around some manipulation. Maybe it’s because Stan’s up there right now singing and playing electric guitar to Sweet Child O’ Mine like a lame-o, but he’s actually fucking good and all Cartman’s got is a dumb emo love song and an acoustic and a future bill for rejection.

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Between love and hate

By izzubusiness

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8239649

“Fuck you, whore!” Cartman yells, getting to his feet and stomping over to the other end of the room. “What the fuck are you even doing in my house?” 

“What were you doing with Kyle’s tongue in your mouth?” Wendy counters back, and if Stan’s head wasn’t about to explode under the weight of everything going on, he thinks he might have high fived her for that wicked burn.

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I said I wouldn't by I did

By captaindude

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2754203

In which Cartman is whipped and he doesnt even know it. but mostly sex though.

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Redéfinition de l'individu

By Kymanlvr

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6481633/1/Redéfinition-de-l-individu

Kyle Broflovski is tired of his dull, unchanging life. But after he returns from being away from South Park for the summer, things start to spiral out of control, and everything falls apart. Mainly Kyman. Strong language and references to sex.

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Don’t Touch Me

By Soul Flash

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5231878/1/Don-t-Touch-Me

When your life hits an all time low, things can't possibly get any worse, right? Not for Kyle Broflovski. Slash, Kyle/Cartman.

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Respect My Authority

by Soul Flash

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5687376/1/Respect-My-Authority

There's only one thing you can do when a Jew tries to mess with your mind: play some mind games yourself. After all, all's fair in love and war. Kyman, slash. Cartman's POV. Companion fic to Don't Touch Me.

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Boundaries

By cutie pie 9335

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6547130/1/Boundaries

Cartman finally crosses the line that Kyle had so carefully drawn. Kyman, amongst other pairings.

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Afflictions and Affections

By PartiPooper

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10588091/1/Afflictions-and-Affections

When Kyle is sick, as per usual, Cartman pays him a visit. He even so much as looks after him, in his own bitter-sweet way. (Fluffy Kyman One-Shot; Rated T for profanities.)

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The Sorry Struggle

By Partipooper

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11152548/1/The-Sorry-Struggle

When Cartman does something bad to Kyle, he tries to say sorry - "tries" being the keyword. AKA, How Not To Say Sorry To Your Boyfriend. (Slightly Silly Kyman One-Shot; Rated T for profanities, slightly sexual scenes, and the follies and flatulence of youth.

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if I didn't believe in you, we’d never have gotten this far

by orphan_account

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11282883

Kyle and Eric are both getting tired of the 'no strings attached' asterisk attached to their relationship.

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The Stag Prince

By Synaptic Firefly

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4979806/chapters/11437663

A Swan Princess parody. Grand Wizard Prince Eric and High Elf Prince Kyle are roped into an arranged marriage. Honestly, who thought this was a good idea to start with? Eventual Kyman, slight Stenny, and poor Butters is a paladin.

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RATING : M 

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Restraints

By Soul Flash

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5867328/1/Restraints

“Goddammit, Jew...” Cartman breathed as he furiously began to work on Kyle's belt buckle, “Why'd you have to wear a goddamn belt today...?” Kyman. Graphic lemon. Contains whipping, rimming, frottage, dirty talk, masochism, and more.

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How Long Till You Surrender?

By wettmark

https://archiveofourown.org/works/453686

Stan is self destructing, Craig Tucker might be gay, Butters can't handle Cartman's wiener, and Kyle just wants to get out of South Park without losing his mind, his best friend, or his virginity.

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A Series of Left Turns

By ScribbleSibly

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4088479/chapters/9208600

Kyle, now 17 and preparing to be a responsible adult, is drowning in the stress of his mundane life. Until Cartman gets an idea. Kyle POV. Heavy swearing and smut later on.

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Perfectionist

By shortstackedcheescake96

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6452782

Kyle appreciates Eric's praise perhaps more than he really should. It is rare, after all. (All characters are 18+)

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Backseat Confession

By psychelelicgoolash

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1907814

It was moments like these he wondered why he let that Jewish son of a bitch ensnare him like he did. How Kyle could just wrap him around his finger as he rolled onto his back, allowing Cartman full access to his unfastened jeans. Aged Up. Kyman. Smut.

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Comfort

By NocturnalLament

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5361029

Unable to sleep due to 'unfortunate circumstances', Kyle finds solace in the form of Cartman - but as is inevitable with these boys it's not as simple as a mere sleepover, and Kyle gets more than he'd bargained for. This fanfic is based on the events of the incredible blog 'Ask The Main Four' on Tumblr, and is totally canonical to the universe. NSFW Kyman smut, first time and delicious grinding warning.

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Games

By NocturnallLament

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4932157

The card game was enjoyable at first, but it very soon became clear Cartman had much bigger ambitions for is 'alone time' with Kyle - despite his parents sleeping in the room down the corridor. Unable to resist, Kyle tries to contain himself and stay quiet... but it's much easier said than done, especially when the sex is THIS good.

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Mission Accomplished

by NocturnalLament

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3144293

Concerned about the imminent yearbook photographs, Kyle is intent on staying clean of hickeys - much to Cartman's displeasure. But Eric has never been one to back down from a challenge, and if he can help it the feisty auburn wont stay reluctant for long. Yummy smut with hints of fluff at the end. Kyman One-shot.

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more than words can say

by NocturnalLament

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4794164

After an innocent slip of the tongue, Kyle can't help but wonder if he'd put their relationship in jeopardy. After a summer of strange behavior and evasiveness from Cartman, Kyle wants answers... but the truth is something he never had expected.

One word to describe myself

By confunded

https://archiveofourown.org/works/604033

"Because he was mine, and in a way he always had been. He just didn’t know it. Yet." Your standard love/hate oneshot featuring our favorite frenemies. Established sort-of-relationship, Cartman wants more and Kyle is a tease. Fighting ensues. Super smutty, but maybe there's more to it than just some porn. Maybe.

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Denial

By SchwiftyJerry666

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13728942

At parties, when everyone's usually too high or drunk to notice or care, two enemies find that the line between love and hate is a very thin one indeed.

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Express Love

By BookishTea

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8799361/chapters/20173393

Kyle misses his husband after a long and boring business trip.

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Baby, Now you do

By charmzz

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13379967/chapters/30644319

Five years ago, Eric Cartman was hunched over him, with a fat hand on Kyle’s throat and the tip of a knife pointed between his eyes.

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might last a day (minus forever)

by cherryvanilla

https://archiveofourown.org/works/420889

At twenty-five, Kyle Broflovski thought he had his life all planned out. He was living in Denver with Stan with a nice apartment and a decent job. Suddenly, his world is turned upside down when Stan breaks up with him and he loses his job all in the span of a few months. Now Kyle is back in South Park, living with his parents, and trying to figure out where he goes from here. Enter Eric Cartman, who always got under Kyle’s skin as a kid, and who was now about to do so again, in more ways than one. (A story about reevaluating yourself and your life. Or, How Kyle Broflovski Got His Groove Back.)

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Go on, take everything (I want you to)

By cherryvanilla

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5070895

In retrospect, Kyle should’ve seen it coming. In retrospect, he really didn’t. Sequel to might last a day (minus forever).

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Fake it so real

By cherryvanilla

http://archiveofourown.org/works/266865

In which there is a party and seven minutes in heaven.

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 I am beyond fake

By cherryvanilla

http://archiveofourown.org/works/503667

It’s been exactly 24 hours since Kyle was in seven minutes in heaven with Cartman and he hasn’t thought of anything else but the feel of his lips and the press of his body. Sequel to Fake it So Real.

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Disintegration (is the best album)

By dont_take_me_im_seriously

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13325070/chapters/30499041

Kyle's Sunday morning began with an appalling marriage proposal and only got stupider from there. Now he's on the run from the government, stranded in a post-apocalyptic wasteland and contending with the idea that Eric Cartman might just have a heart to break after all.

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Tough Luck & Tough Love

By kylebiased

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13807146/chapters/31746348

Cartman bets he can break his previous bike-jumping record. Kyle bets he cannot. Cartman bets that if he can make said jump, Kyle will have to own-up to his end of their old fourth grade bet, and give him head. Kyle accepts this bet, since he obviously, cannot lose.

Cartman wins and now Kyle, is totally, screwed.

...Only thing Cartman never betted on, however? Finally realizing he's got actual feelings for Kyle.

Now, they're both screwed.

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Put out the fire on us

By I_Already_Forgot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7262815/chapters/16490188

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Cartman cheats at a bet he'd made with Kyle and when the other refuses to pay him Cartman decides to get creative. Kyle knows not to let Cartman goad him into anything, but in the end his ego wins out and through a series of poor decision making they find themselves stranded in the woods all night, handcuffed together, bruised and battered. They have to work together in order to make it through and the near-death experience forces them to talk in ways they haven't before. The ordeal sheds new light on their friendship, and Kyle wonders if things will ever be able to go back to the way they used to be, or if he even really wants them to.

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Hate

By Kymanlvr

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5953936/1/Hate

There are people in this world that would, upon first glance, have looked at them and called them enemies. A story about Kyle and Cartman, and how a series of events bring them closer together. Kyman.

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Hiring Hope

By Partipooper

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10659998/1/Hiring-Hope

Cartman has a job interview to attend, and Kyle has worrying about him to do. (Fluffy & Smutty Kyman One-Shot; Rated M for profanities and sexual scenes.)

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Time Bomb

by sweeticing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13009413

Cartman got therapy, Kyle has a hard-on, and New Year’s Eve remains a cause for celebratory champagne even if you’re locked in a bathroom with your worst enemy.

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In my office, now

by mokocchii (yes i wrote a fic too)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14469690 

Working for Mr. Cartman hasn't been easy. (Or has it?)

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HONORABLE MENTION (If already a kyman fan you’ll get the joke)

Kyle in Chains

By DanniDinmont

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4676235/1/Kyle-in-Chains

Kyle has a problem, and it seems that there's only one solution to it. Slash, Kyle/Cartman.

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I also wanna give a shoutout to these kyman authors, cherryvanilla, shortstackedchessecake96, partipooper, ScribbleSibyl, synapticfirefly, and NocturnalLament for their surplus of quality quantity fics. They’ve written more than what I mentioned on this list, so I highly recommend to read ALL their work regarding Kyman. I suggest to check both their AO3 and FF.net accounts for the full archives of their work. 

Happy Kyman Week everyone! 

#kyman #sp kyman #kyman week #south park kyman #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #kyman fanfiction #sp fanfiction

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Ares - Gods Among Us [DCEU Crossover]

Ares, the God of War and formerly the nemesis of Diana, his own sister. He put into motion the events that led up to World War I as a means for humanity to destroy themselves, but when Steve Trevor’s plane crashed into the waters of Themyscira and he advised the Amazons of a war to end all wars, Diana felt that the Amazons should fulfill their sacred duty to save the world from Ares’ wrath but none would take a stand with her, so she made a deal with Steve, she would show him a way off the island if he allowed her to accompany him so she could stop Ares. At the time, Ares occupied the body of a loyal follower, his possession giving them eternal youth for as long as he possessed them. When he finally confronted Diana he foolishly underestimated her compassion and empathy which led to him almost being obliterated but he jumped out of his vessel allowing to take the full blow and die, he was severely injured but he would live and plotted his revenge but upon learning that Zeus and the other gods were not as dead as he believed them to be, he started to plan carefully, if Zeus had reached out to Diana and repaired the bridge between them then it would be foolish to try and attack her with Zeus ready to aid her, eventually his desire for revenge and his plan to destroy humanity died away and he stayed hidden until a being from another world challenged his authority as the God of War and revealing to Diana how he had survived, that she killed his vessel not him. But Ares had come to love something and thus focused on protecting that which he cared for though at first no one believed him, he eventually proved that he was not at odds with Diana anymore. Ares is slowly rebuilding his trust with his family but retains his annoying ways, even irritating Diana to some intent, but he has shown should Diana need it, he will stand with her in battle. 

#Head Canon Ares

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: The first stage of the forging process is the hardest. It starts as simple bar stock. Then it is heated and hammered until the first faint shape of the sword it will become one day can be seen.Zarek was the offspring of Ares and one of his many mistresses, a mortal. The woman wanted the divinity but not the offspring of the union, and before he drew his first breath, before he had lungs with which to do so, she tried to rid herself of him. Clearly, she did not succeed. Once he was born, she abandoned him to the windswept crags his soul would come to resemble. This too, failed to kill him, and he was taken as a slave. Having survived infancy, it’s impossible to say that his masters knew what they had in their hands but they misused the dark eyed boy. Kept him locked away only to be taken out when it suits.

The Blade is then quenched. This rapid cooling process realigns the properties of the sword, toughening and strengthening it.

Whipping boy. Scorned and disregarded. Unloved and abused. What should have produced a short and pained life ended up creating a tall, broad and hard man. They hadn’t expected his mind to be voracious, quick to learn and quick to judge. They hadn’t expected that every scar and mark on his body would be a stone for him to climb up on. From child to soldier, he excelled at martial prowess, earning him a reputation that could only be whispered in the dark.

The process repeats itself: 

Heat. He sacrifices body for freedom. Long limbs. Stinging sweat. An aura of calm as screams rise up around him. The world slowly spinning as blades and shields clashed. Always moving. Always rending. A force of nature that could not be stood against. Conquest.

Hammer. Isolation. Groups gathered in camp nursing battle wounds, sharing their measures of food and drink. The ribald talk of soldiers who survived the day. They stop laughing as he walks by. All eyes on him, wary. They do not trust. They do not welcome. Their fear can be tasted in the wind.

Quench. Red hair spills down her shoulders. This girl who becomes a princess. They have known each since they were young. His valour has earned her, he’s bought her through oceans of blood. Her eyes look to him, she smiles.  He is not moved by this, but it’s… expected. She sees a soldier. He sees the world ablaze. Through the smoke of would be pyres he doesn’t see betrayal. Why settle for a General, when you can become a queen? She didn’t know his birthright. She didn’t know the man she murdered would rise up as a demi-god. He still spills her blood in the wedding bed, and her new husband’s too.The Process repeats itself.Heat. Different geography, same story. Only he is a mercenary now, fighting for the highest bidder. Always only one step ahead. He has learned what he is through his only friend, a being that is called Sin. The God-killer. They make a pair, don’t they. Leaving decimation in their red-stained wake. But still. While he cannot deny he enjoys himself, there is something that haunts him. A hatred black as his soul is stained. His father has not forgotten. And his father fears…even a god cannot undo prophecy.Hammer: This thousand years later and Ares can clearly see the mistake he has made, allowing the boy to live. To become a man. To become a demi-god. And so he plots and he strikes from shadows, for what good that does him. The old god does not think as fast, doesn’t hunger as deeply. Though sharp, his teeth are yellowed with age and changing belief while his son’s legacy only grows.Quench: Another woman. More red hair and dark eyes and lips that would rival Aphrodite’s if such thing would not call down the wrath of Olympus. She, too, is a child of the divine, unlike the last. She, too, has ambitions. He takes her to his bed, it is expected and he has never shirked duty, his chains might be broken but they’ve never been cast completely off. Ares comes to her, and makes pretty promises. A new place among the gods for the cost of one insignificant life. She takes the bargain. He barely survives. Wreaks his vengeance but…perhaps his father succeeded in a different way. What little good there might have still been, what hope he might have sheltered carefully in the heart she cut out of his back… is crushed. Nothing left for him to cling to. The Process repeats itself.Heat. He stares out over the water choked with green and haunted by moss covered Cyprus trees ~a bitter joke, isn’t it? Named for the country of his father’s longest kept lover.  He is alone. Has been for yet another thousand years. Takes company when it suits him. Pays. Leaves. Stone and steel do not need or know softness. His scars are enough. The air is thick, the heat steals breath and he bares his teeth. Because something dares tread his domain.

Hammer: She was small. A nuisance at best. He doesn’t want her here. Doesn’t want anyone. But she is a helpless child, one who can barely speak a civilized tongue and he’s moved to pity. Warns her away, promises to lead her back to her sunlight and her vibrant riot of colour and people. Life’s funny that way, makes other plans when he isn’t looking, and she touches him. And he’s cursed, isn’t he…because he can’t, no matter how hard he tries, get rid of her. They make a wager, and they try to kill each other. She doesn’t succeed…and he’s disturbed because for once…neither can he. But she is mortal, and he has time. Nothing else but. He doesn’t feel the constricting webs of fate until it is too late.Quench: She loves him. Regardless of how he feels. And there’s the rub. He does. He...feels. Has very definite opinions about this that don’t become clear until she dies in his arms and he keeps her there, cradling her small body. He grieves, perhaps, for the first time in all of his life. But, with her first new breath, reborn in the same place that was her grave, his eyes narrow. His path is set. The blade is carefully sharpened, edges ground to a fine point and honed. Now, it is finished. Ready to be wielded by anyone who has the strength and courage to command it.That is what his father has always known, the glimmer the god of war has tried over aeons to destroy, piece by piece.Zarek only obeys himself.

How they play them: I love Z. And I have absolutely no idea why. He’s a little arrogant. A lot abrasive. He is stubborn, infuriating, sometimes callous. His actions and thoughts are questionable at best, almost evil at his worst. But there’s something compelling too, if you look deep enough, past the facade he puts up and wishes the whole world to see. Hints of what could have been, if it had turned out differently. If he’d been nurtured instead of scorned. Ghosts that whisper that he wasn’t always this way, and might not always be. And over the year I’ve been privileged to play with Zarek, he’s actually changed. Slowly, subtle enough that it can be overlooked if you aren’t paying attention. He’s compromised. Given ground. He’s not soft by any means but he’s learning. Growing. And that is maybe an author/mun’s hardest won accolade. The ability to show this and still keep the character recognizable and alive.The Mun: My Other is a shy and reclusive little thing. Very few people get to see her the way I do, and fewer still get a chance to play with her. But you know what? She cares. Whether you’re my mutual or someone I’ve mentioned in passing, she reads and enjoys from afar, and she’s very quietly cheering us all on. In a month, I will have known K-mun for a year. We talk every day, from morning until night. Sometimes we’re quiet and only type a few things between hours. Sometimes we can’t type and read fast enough and overlap several conversations at once. She is absolutely one of my best friends and she is family. I well and truly love her, if that isn’t obvious. I hate that she lives so far away and I have to sometimes stop myself from sending her random messages at 2am. She’s gracious enough not to have complained. This meme reply is actually more a love letter to her and her character, in case it wasn’t obvious.

Do I:

RP with them: For Beth, it was literally love at first sight. I tried to warn her. I told her no. She didn’t listen, and I am glad she didn’t. I am sure that there are days Kmun sits with her phone or with laptop and wishes, for once, that ….how was that put me by someone else…? Ah yes, slightly paraphrased for language: 

“I’m sure he’s magnificent, but could you get off him for five whole seconds so we can have an adult conversation?”Want to RP with them:  Why is this even a thing. That is a stupid question, as evidenced by not only Beth and Zarek, but also Seren and Riley, and Aspen and Riley. And Sin and Isk. And Sin and Beth. And Aylen and Sully and you know what, I should just come clean and say that we are practically inseparable. And in a month, who knows, we might have another 219861785 other muse-pairs.

What is my;

Overall Opinion:  I want to point out that she is a multi-muse blog {says so RIGHT in her name for the folks playing at home}. That she can keep that many characters distinct and relevant and I don’t think she gets the credit she deserves for that. I don’t think I tell her enough that she makes my day, that I love her muses, that I love her writing. I will follow her anywhere.And if all ends tomorrow, if she never writes another word again, I will continue to love her and her worlds and her stories.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

#Mahalo!Sweetheart <3 #The Turtle|Confides #Ridiculously LONG post #TBF: 3000 and some years is a lot to cover #My Love Letter #multi-mused

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Repetition in a Sentence

Repetition is one of the most popular ways to emphasize an idea or make a point. There are several examples of repetition that can be found in speeches, songs, and important documents that highlight key themes and emotions a speaker wants their audience to embrace.

10 Examples of Repetition in a Sentence

The Great Dictator speech by Charlie Chaplin

“You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate— the unloved, and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!”

Charlie Chaplin’s famous speech from the movie The Great Dictator is one that stands out in the memories of viewers because of his passion and his repetition of key ideas. Chaplin’s rousing speech to his people as he is impersonating the satirical Adenoid Hynkel, dictator of the fictional Tomainia, inspires them to fight for justice, rather than hate. Chaplin’s repetition of the ideas to not fight for hate, but to fight for liberty instead, underscores the differentiation between a Fascist dictatorship and democracy.

I Have A Dream by Martin Luther King, Jr.

“I say to you today, my friends, though, even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up, live out the true meaning of its creed: ‘We hold these truths to be self-evidence, that all men are created equal.'”

Martin Luther King, Jr.’s repetition of the phrase “I have a dream” continues the theme throughout his speech that one day, true equality will be possible for people of all colors in America. He juxtaposes his own dream next to the ideal of the American Dream itself, which is the reason why the nation was established in the first place: to reward hard work and determination with a decent living and freedom from oppression.

We Shall Fight on the Beaches by Winston Churchill

“We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender…”

Churchill is addressing the Parliament of Britain during the Battle of France on June 4, 1940. These particular words which Churchill chose were carefully calculated to prepare Britain of a possible Nazi invasion, and to steel the nation against the disheartening fact that France was likely to fall to the Nazis very soon. Despite this sense of impending doom, Winston’s repetition of what the British people would continue to do: defend, fight, never surrender, are key themes of resilience and national pride to bolster their morale and assure them that the Nazi regime would never win.

Inaugural Address by John F. Kennedy

“Ask not what your country can do for you– ask what you can do for your country.”

John F. Kennedy’s inauguration speech came at a time when the country was facing yet another threat: the spread of Communism and the arms race with Russia. President Kennedy uses repetition of the words “ask… your country” to remind the people that they don’t have to sit back and wait for progress; instead, they can contribute to both the success of the nation and the progress of peace in the world. Rather than continuing to focus on nuclear weapons, Americans should be using their combined experiences– honed through two world wars and the Great Depression– to improve international relations and spread the ideals of democracy to all nations.

Speech to the Second Virginia Convention by Patrick Henry

“Give me liberty, or give me death!”

This famous phrase ended Patrick Henry’s rousing speech to the Second Virginia Convention, rallying the members of the Convention to draft the resolution declaring the severing of the Colonies from England, and starting the Revolutionary War. The ultimatum Henry gives with his repetition of “give me” liberty, or “give me” death shows that for Henry and other Colonists who were tired of England’s oppression and unfair taxation, there was no alternative but to go to war.

­The Declaration of Independence

“Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence.”

The Declaration of Independence outlined the Colonists’ reasons for declaring their separation from England, listing grievances against King George III and Parliament, and addressing the steps the Colonies had already taken to try to resolve these issues. In this section from the Declaration, the authors reiterate with repetition the attempts the Colonies have made: “we have” warned, reminded, appealed, and conjured our “British brethren.” The point of this repetition is to show not only that well-meaning steps have already been tried, but that they have failed, leaving the Colonies with no other choice than to declare their independence from an oppressive government, even if it means starting a war.

The Gettysburg Address by Abraham Lincoln

“But in a larger sense, we can not dedicate– we can not consecrate– we can not hallow– this ground.”

Abraham Lincoln’s speech at the dedication of the Soldier’s National Cemetery in Gettysburg is his most memorable speech, and for good reason. It was not very long, but it was powerful, honoring the men and their sacrifice on the battlefield during the Civil War. When Lincoln repeats the phrase “we can not” and then follows it with powerful words of honor like dedicate, consecrate, and hallow, he is drawing attention to the fact that nothing the crowd or this national cemetery could do could make the ground more holy than the blood that was already spilled by the soldiers who gave their lives for a righteous cause.

Independence Day speech by Bill Pullman

“And should we win the day, the 4th of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day when the world declared in one voice: ‘We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight! We’re going to live on! We’re going to survive!’ Today, we celebrate our Independence Day!”

Often touted as one of the most famous speeches in a movie, Bill Pullman’s character, the President of the United States Thomas J. Whitmore, gives this speech to boost the morale of the men about to undertake a dangerous mission to save Earth from the invading alien forces once and for all. After several failed attempts before, everyone is apprehensive that this plan will not work, but President Whitmore assures the world and the pilots with his repetition of the words “we will not” and “we’re going to” of the human race’s resolve to defeat these aliens and take back the planet. The repetition of action verbs such as “we will” and “we’re going to” gives hope to a future beyond the crisis.

The Third Philippic by Demosthenes

“It is folly, and it is cowardice, to cherish hopes like these, to give way to evil counsels, to refuse to do anything that you should do, to listen to the advocates of the enemy’s cause, and to fancy that you dwell in so great a city that, whatever happens, you will not suffer any harm.”

This speech by Demosthenes to the Athenians warned of an impending invasion by Philip II, the Macedonian king, after an Athenian general thwarted a key city in Philip’s campaign to establish an empire. Demosthenes uses repetition to warn the Athenians that sitting back and doing nothing would spare them from Philip’s wrath. He tells them that to “cherish, give way, refuse, fancy,” and “listen” to the falsehood that their city was too great to be spared “is folly” and “is cowardice.” Philip would need to be challenged, or the Macedonians would overrun Athens.

I Corinthians 13:11

“When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.”

This verse from I Corinthians, written by the Apostle Paul, highlights the differences between childlike thinking and adult mindsets. In the larger sense of the chapter, Paul is discussing the nature of love, and his repetition of “like a child” shows that a child’s understanding of love is not equal to that of an adult’s. By contrasting the thoughts of a child with that of a grown man’s, Paul shows the maturity that comes with understanding the true nature of love, and how that understanding is something to aspire to reach.

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In the season premiere of The Walking Dead, war has begun.

All out war between Rick and Negan has finally begun and I am absolutely here for it.  The show begins with quiet.  There wasn’t much dialogue at first until Rick gave his “get ready to fuck some shit up” speech.  He, King Ezekiel and Maggie each spoke words to their people, letting them know that the world they built is theirs.  That they will not let anyone who kills and murders for sport live.  “There’s only one person who has to die, and I’ll kill him myself.  I will.  I will.”  Rick means what he says:  Negan will not live.

As time passes, you see each member of the team preparing:  Daryl and Dwight sharing messages by arrow; Tara and Carol on walker herd watch; Morgan taking out each sentry one by one, forgetting his mantra and killing each one of those bastards.  Even Father Gabriel, once a pariah, has become a man of not just faith, but reliability.  Father Gabriel wants to live and he’ll do what he needs to do.

While all of this is going on, there’s another Rick we see.  He’s daydreaming, maybe even hallucinating.  It’s a peaceful time, and Rick is in bed looking like a rugged Father Christmas.  There are flowers on the bedside table and a cane in the corner.  Why?  Real Rick is sweating, eyes closed, somewhere, we’re not sure where.  But when he opens his red-rimmed, glazed eyes, we know he’s seen something awful.  Here we go.

While out on a gas run, Carl runs into a young man who is trying to convince him not to kill him.  Ever cautious but more optimistic than his father, Carl looks for the man.  When he sees him, Carl draws his gun, but gives him a chance to talk.  Before he can decide what to do with him, Rick fires his gun, making dude scatter.  Savage, Jr. wasn’t happy but in these uncertain times, no mercy can be given.

When the time finally comes to put the plan into motion, Rick has a moment of doubt.  But leave it to Father Gabriel to help him put things into perspective.  He asks Rick if he’s ready, and he answers with the knowledge that one man, meaning Negan, is the reason for all of what’s about to go down.  “It always starts with one man.  This did.”  Rick tells him that it’s “not about me.”  “No, it isn’t.  You made it that way.”  Father Gabriel and his always-on-time words of wisdom.

As he prepares to leave, Rick says goodbye to his little girl, Judith, to his love, Michonne and to Carl.  I swear, the way Michonne and Rick look at each other almost makes me want to be in a relationship.  Then I remember that those two lovebirds aren’t real and that relationships are trash and I wake the hell up.  He leaves them all at Alexandria and the group rolls out, looking like a throwback to Mad Max.

On the road, Rick takes out another sentry, but this one has a mouth.  He goads Rick, who’s doing his best to ignore him until he says, “Your boy’s gonna die.”  And then Savage Rick makes an appearance.  He crosses the sentry’s post off his list, walks over to the walker tied to a telephone poll and cuts its binding.  It lands directly on the mouthy sentry and then all we hear is screaming, then gurgling, then nothing.  Rick looks for his crew and he walks away to meet them.  Time for war.

On the bridge, Tara, Carol, Morgan and Daryl wait for the walker herd to arrive.  When it’s a little late, they almost panic.  But then it arrives and they begin.  The group drives off, leaving a truck rigged with explosives.  It goes off and as expected, Dwight sends a team to check it out, leading them straight into a trap.

At the Sanctuary, we see Dwight smoking a cigarette while two sentries are on the roof.  He takes another drag, drops his cig and walks away.  As soon as he does, arrows end the sentries and the attack on Negan is in motion.  The crew rolls in and they position themselves for battle.  The soldiers take aim and then they shoot in unison (which was BADASS) and then they wait.  Negan walks out with Lucille and the rest of his trusted cronies.  “Well shit!  I’m sorry, I was in a meeting.”  Classic.

We go back to Red-Eyed Rick, who’s still daydreaming/hallucinating.  Michonne is there and so is Carl.  They’re happy.  I don’t even want to know why, I’m just glad to see it.  Even if it isn’t real.

Back at the Sanctuary, Negan is doing his strut.  And why shouldn’t he?  He may have suffered a setback, but he’s still King for now.  So he plays the game and tells Rick he ain’t getting his people killed to show whose dick is bigger.  Negan gives Rick the floor and he begins to name everyone who’s standing on that platform with Negan.  Eugene, that punk, tries to say something, but Rick stops him.  “No!  I know who you are.”  Rick tells them all that they can live if they surrender and that he won’t guarantee their survival at any other time except now.  “What about me, Rick?” Negan asks.  “I told you.  Twice.  You know what’s gonna happen.”  Negan’s a dead man.  So said dead man pulls out his ace: he has Simon haul Gregory���s slimy ass out to try and scare the Hilltop residents into giving up.  But like the late Tom Petty (RIP, you rockstar), they won’t back down.  They’ve come too far.  Unhappy with his lack of authority, Simon pushes Gregory down the steps.

Carol and her crew wait for the team of Negan’s sentries to head their way, but a wayward walker almost ruins the plan, forcing Morgan to run out and end it before it sets off the trap, which he does just in time.  The team drives right into it the trap and everything goes boom.  That boom is Rick and Company’s cue to get shit started.  Rick tells Negan to make a decision now or never.  When Negan hesitates, Rick starts a countdown but only makes it to seven before the savage takes over and he starts shooting.

Negan and his cronies make a run for it and Rick and the rest start shooting everything.  Carol and crew split up, leaving Daryl to hop on his bike to leave a trail for the herd.  At several intervals, he shoots and something goes boom, leading the herd straight for the Sanctuary.  Father Gabriel jumps into the RV that’s been with the gang since Season 1 and sets it in motion.  As it moves towards the gates, Father Gabriel jumps out, signals to Rick and he blows it to high heaven, leaving a gaping hole in the gate.  Negan, who’s been injured, tries to hide.  But Rick sees him and shoots to kill.  He can’t get to him, but he’s too far gone to stop, the savage has taken over.  He sees nothing but Negan and wants him dead.  Faintly, we can hear Father Gabriel trying to get Rick’s attention, which he finally does.  “It’s not about you, right?”  That question brings Rick back to reality, and they drive off.  Buttttttt not before Father Gabriel sees Gregory’s punk ass and decides to do the Christian thing:  he tries to save him.  Sorry but Gregory would have died and I would have had to deal with the guilt (if I ever felt any).  And what does Father Gabriel get for his trouble?  GREGORY LEAVES HIM!!! IN THE ARMORED CAR HE JUSG STEPPED OUT OF TO SAVE HIS SORRY ASS!!  Mercy is bullshit when it’s given to the wrong people.

Rick tries to wait for his friend, but knows they have to keep moving.  You can see that it’s messing with him, but he knows they have to stick to the plan.  “It’s not about me,” he says to Daryl and they head out for the next phase.

The crew takes out another sentry and they break into a facility.  As they make their way inside, another sentry takes cover.  Carol and crew shoots but don’t hit him.  Ezekiel signals for everyone to stop and when they do, the sentry throws a grenade.  Carol shouts, “Down!” and it explodes.  All we see is dust.  Is everyone okay???

Back at the Sanctuary, Father Gabriel tries to find shelter away from the herd, which has been pouring into the stronghold.  He finally finds an unlocked door and ends up in a darkened trailer.  He finds refuge, or so he thinks, until he hears a voice.  “I hope you got your shittin’ pants on.”  “What?”  “You’re shittin’ pants.  I hope you’re wearin’ em right now.  Cuz you, are about to shit your pants.”  Well shit.

Back in the daydream, an older Judith comes into the house.  She looks like she’s about 6 or 7.  How much time has passed?  She tells Rick about the giant owl that’s been erected for the festival.  He takes his daughter’s hand and they walk towards the front door.  When he opens it, we see a beautiful landscape that has been carefully tended.  The giant owl is in the background looking about as scary as the owl in the Tootsie Pop commercials (remember those?).  Then we see Red-Eyed Rick, who smiles a little at the daydream.  A tear rolls down his eye and he says, “My mercy prevails over my wrath.”

Something terrible has happened.  But what?

Stay tuned.

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The Walking Dead, Season 8 – Mercy In the season premiere of The Walking Dead, war has begun. All out war between Rick and Negan has finally begun and I am absolutely here for it. 

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The Sound of Silence

TITLE: The Sound of Silence CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 39/47 AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are mute, and Loki comes to Avengers tower for the first time. Loki asks you a question and you answer through sign language. Loki looks at you crazy and thinks your making fun of him, he starts yelling saying that you should respect him since he’s a god and prince.  RATING: T+ NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 Click here

     Your words, your tone must have registered. You saw Loki whip his head up to look at you and finally recognized the tears in your eyes. You gave him a small smile as you took one step back, then another.

    [Forgive me] you signed, knowing that he wouldn’t for a long time, if ever.

    You heard his muffled yells behind the duct tape. Duct tape was not the most effective gag ever, but it was all you could steal quickly, so it had to do in a pinch. The tears spilled from your eyes before you made it to the door.

    “I love you,” you whispered again. Really for the last time this time. You couldn’t help it. It was the last opportunity after all.

    You slipped out of the room before his heartbreak could stop you, before you could go to him and spill your soul and let him stop you. He would definitely try to stop you. You closed the door behind you and smirked at the little sign on the door:

    Angry Loki inside. Do not enter.

    You wiped the tears from your eyes roughly. Fury was waiting for you and wisely didn’t comment besides an “Are you sure?” You nodded firmly. You walked with him to the medical bay just down the hall.

    You tapped Fury’s arm to get his attention. [Tell him? After it’s done?]

    He glared at you, but softened when he remembered all of the many reasons you were doing this, including preventing a war between Earth and Asgard. “I’ll see what I can do, but you may have to do it yourself. Boyfriend isn’t exactly the most pleasant when you have him this riled.” You pointed to your wedding ring.

    [Husband] you corrected firmly, though the tears were back in your eyes. Would Loki actually want to stay with you after this? Much less be your husband? He hadn’t really agreed to it in the first place after all. Was divorce even a thing on Asgard or was he just going to kill you and be done with it?

    “You’re going to have to tell me what the hell happened on Asgard after we finish saving the world,” Fury told you firmly.

    [I’m Asgardian now] you warned him. He cursed at that sudden revelation.

    You nodded and stepped into the med room with him. There was an entire crew of surgeons and nurses waiting for you, all scrubbed in and ready for this. “Time for Plan Z everyone, you’ve prepared for this. It’s changed slightly. Y/N is Asgardian now. Don’t ask, we don’t have time for it. Drug her like you would Thor and she’ll heal just as fast. She doesn’t need or want to know what the details on what the procedure entails, which is better for all of our safety. Whatever you do, don’t fuck it up. She’s a member of the Avengers Initiative and potentially more importantly Loki’s wife.” There were gasps at that. Everyone knew you were dating Loki and what he’d done to get you back from Hydra, but no one besides Fury had known you were married. And he only knew as of about thirty seconds ago. “You know damn well that he will kill every single person on this boat if this procedure does not go as planned. This is the most VIP patient you will ever have. Loki is also on board and…. antsy as hell,” Fury warned them all, though that was the understatement of the century. He may have also been overstating how much Loki cared about you right this moment. “So do this quickly and don’t fuck it up,”

    “No pressure,” one of the nurses muttered. No one even looked at her. That was safer since Fury looked about ready to kill her.

    Fury gave you one final look. “You’re absolutely sure this is the only way?” he asked. You nodded. “Then go before that husband of yours gets even more antsy.” You nodded again and let the nurses lead you behind a screen to change into hospital clothes, which was thankfully something resembling scrubs instead of one of those godawful backless gowns.

    You were settled on the table, there was one final confirmation, the anesthesia mask was placed over your nose and mouth to knock you out quickly, then the procedure began.

    *

    You don’t know how long you were out, and you felt like shit when Fury was desperately shaking you awake. “C’mon kid, knock that anesthesia off quickly. Loki and the team are all in a right state. I can’t keep the Avengers from finding you much longer.” You blinked stupidly and managed to sit up.

    [It’s done?] you asked, your hands numbly slow.

    “Yes, it’s done. Are you awake? I know it’s bad to rush coming out of that medical crap, but we need you up. Now.” You nodded and reached up to your throat. It hurt like hell. Which was to be expected. “We couldn’t get to Loki to tell him what you did, so you’re going to have to do it yourself. Can you stand?” Fury asked, looking actually concerned, not for you, but for whatever Loki would do to all of the agents and his ship if he wasn’t calmed soon. He didn’t trust Stark’s restraints to hold Loki forever. You nodded and swung your legs over the side of the bed. Fury helped you get to your feet and made sure you stayed there. You shook the last of the sleep and weakness from your brain. You were going to need your wits and every ounce of luck you had to deal with Loki if he had Fury this unnerved. “Thank God you’re Asgardian now or you’d never be up and mobile this fast.” You still weren’t sure you were up and mobile. You were pretty out of it and fighting to stay on this side of conscious. It was too soon for you to be moved and it hurt like hell, but there was a job to do.

    Fury led you back to the room where Loki was waiting as fast as possible. You could feel Loki’s rage from out here. You touched Fury’s shoulder reassuringly. He didn’t have to come in with you. He looked relieved that he didn’t have to try to help with this. Dealing with an angry Loki was well above his paygrade, especially when you were around. You stepped inside to face Loki’s wrath alone. He was still bound and gagged. Fury was right, no one had been able to get near him, or they hadn’t braved it. Cowards.

    You rushed over to him to free him, disregarding his rage. You expected it and knew it was mostly aimed at you. And still you moved without fear, trusting that even in his rage, he wouldn’t kill you without at least an explanation, not with all you had been through together. You moved too fast in your rush to free him and the world was turning black. You weren’t as awake or free of the meds as you had pretended for Fury. You worked quickly to undo the bonds on Loki’s wrists.

    He used magic to remove the duct tape, which was way faster and easier than ripping it off manually. He was on his feet, glaring down at where you were still kneeling next to the chair he’d been sitting in. You’d had to kneel to reach the manacles. Now you weren’t sure you could get back up. You had to try, you couldn’t face him on your knees. Especially not in your current state. “What did you do?!” Loki raged. “You tricked me and lied to me. Tell me. What. Did. You. Do?!!” he roared. You struggled to your feet to face him, using the chair to leverage yourself to your feet.

    And promptly fell into a dead faint.

    That was not how this conversation was supposed to go.

    *

    When you came to again, you found that you were tucked safely in the bed in the same small room. Loki was sitting on the edge of it. The chair was no more than a twisted pile of metal. Loki looked over at you when you sat up. He was still angry, beyond angry, but an ever so slight amount of his rage seemed to have dissipated.

    “That was one way to postpone getting yelled at,” he told you dryly. “Kindly don’t do it again,” his words were dry, but his tone gave you a glimmer of hope. Just a glimmer. He wasn’t raging. That was a good sign. But only slightly. It was going to take a lot to win his trust back. If you even could.

    [I’m sorry] you signed sheepishly. You hadn’t meant to pass out. [Fury moved me too soon so I could get back to you]. He nodded, accepting that piece, however grudgingly.

    “You owe me an explanation, Lady,” Loki told you, his voice icy and too formal. At least he wasn’t yelling. Or breaking things. Or killing you. Yet.

    You nodded. [I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry for the trick] you told him quickly. He gave you a look.

    “I don’t want apologies. I want an explanation,” he growled. You didn’t want to tell him, didn’t want him even more pissed at you, but there was no choice. You signed slowly, making sure that he could keep up with your words. It was important and your computer wasn’t here to make sure your words were clear. You couldn’t ask Loki to summon it either he was too angry to appease you, so you had to rely on signing.

    [It was the only way. Odin won’t follow us, because we no longer have what he wants] Loki raised an eyebrow and looked ready to question you, but you pressed on. [Fury had a back-up plan, Plan Z, a last resort in case my powers were truly out of control. He never intended to use it, trusting that the Avengers would help me learn to use them properly. I made him use it. I’m sorry I had to trick you, but you would never go along with it if you knew what I was doing…]

    “Lady,” he growled. “What. Did. You. Do?” he demanded again.

    You sighed, looked down at your lap, then bravely up at the hurt and pain in his eyes. You had to tell him. You had to tell him what you did. Slowly, carefully and as clearly as you could, you signed out what you had been dreading telling him.

    [I gave up my powers. I gave up my voice. Forever]

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