#it's kind of funny because it's happened twice now. two people followed me after I complimented their art and then unfollowed a bit later

[dootznbootz]

Btw, for the lovely folks who don't follow me but then come visit every once in a while to look through my things, know that I think you're neat and that I love you. The fact that you know you don't want to see my shit on the reg, (I understand, I AM chaos) yet still coming to visit is really nice💙It genuinely warms my heart and I find it really sweet.

#I mean it's why I tag stuff!! :D as I know some people only want to see certain things!!! #btw know that you don't have to follow me to be my friend :D #I know I'm a lot! I think it's incredibly sweet that y'all visit! #it's kind of funny because it's happened twice now. two people followed me after I complimented their art and then unfollowed a bit later #I NEVER compliment as a way to 'get people to follow back'. I just say shit. I always just genuinely mean it. #but the fact that they were so excited that they followed immediately. not knowing what they were signing up for is just so endearing #I'm happy I caused you joy for those short moments :D I'm not hurt or offended at all! #Mad rambles

[youngandwild99-blog1]

The Batman Part II: My Theories

Please take this with a block of salt because as of right now all we have are rumors. Maybe take that block of salt home to your cows :)

Theory #1: Clayface

So, word is that Clayface may appear as the main villain in Part II. I've noticed some people in various comment sections being doubtful, because a giant shapeshifting monster made out of clay is a sharp left turn from the "grounded realism" of the first movie. They make a good point, which is why I predict that, if Clayface is actually going to appear, he'll be based on the Golden Age version. This was Basil Karlo, a failed actor who took on the alter ego of Clayface, a villain he used to play, to kill various actors and was thwarted by Batman and Robin.

Now, having two serial killer villains in a row would be repetitive, so I theorize that this Clayface will take a different approach. Imagine Basil Karlo using his skills in impressions and makeup (maybe a cutting-edge prosthetic face mask called a "clay face") to impersonate celebrities in Gotham, only to purposefully get caught in scandals. The real celebrity insists it wasn't them, but it's too late, and they're effectively "killed" in the courtroom of public opinion. And Clayface didn't even need to lay a finger on them.

Meanwhile, Bruce Wayne is finally trying to develop his public image after ~20 years, only to discover a villain with the ability to singlehandedly undo all his progress in the eyes of Gotham. In the comics, this would be the part where Batman and Robin are on the case, which leads me to...

Theory #2: Robin

We haven't had a well-received Boy Wonder on the big screen since Burt Ward played him in 1966. If you're anything like me, that's pretty damn frustrating (Dick Grayson appeared in the comics before the Joker AND before Alfred!). So hearing this rumor of Dick Grayson appearing in Part II is both exciting and nerve-wracking, because writing a believable child sidekick in a "grounded, realistic" superhero movie is a challenge. Just logistically, it works in stories like Logan or The Last of Us, because X-23 is immortal and can shrug off most injuries, while Joel eventually taught Ellie how to shoot. But with Batman and Robin, you have a very-much-mortal kid wearing a colorful costume going up against the kinds of people who quite literally emptied their magazines into Batman's chest last movie. How do you make that character fit believably into the world you've made?

Obviously the only ones who can answer that question are Matt Reeves and Mattson Tomlin, the writers for Part II. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't notice some ways that Dick Grayson might've been set up in The Batman. First off: the mayor's son. Bats interacts with him three times throughout the movie. He saves the kid's life twice, once as Bruce and once as Batman. Furthermore, the mayor's son is the first civilian to trust Batman after the flood: he walks towards Bats first, and everyone else follows. In the wise words of Red from OSP, if you can't imagine your Batman comforting a scared child, then you haven't written Batman, you've written the Punisher in a funny hat.

Second: HBO's Penguin series. The fact that they're introducing other gangsters from the comics (Sofia and Alberto Falcone, Salvatore Maroni) gives me hope that they might take the opportunity to introduce Tony Zucco, the gangster who killed Dick Grayson's parents. There are quite a few actors cast in undisclosed roles, maybe one of them plays Zucco...? Either way, setting up Zucco's extortion of Haly's Circus in The Penguin and following it up in Part II with the Flying Graysons' murders would be a good way to tie those stories together.

Third: Bruce Wayne's reappearance. Part I was all about Batman discovering that he has to be more than vengeance, and Reeves has said we'll be seeing more of Bruce Wayne in Part II. Perhaps Bruce's first major public appearance is attending a performance by Haly's Circus, and he just so happens to witness the deaths of the Flying Graysons. And we know what happens next. What better way to force Bruce to take his image seriously (aside from Clayface's shenanigans) than for him to suddenly have an angry, traumatized, highly impressionable kid in his life?

Fourth: This is the weakest reason, but at the end of the movie Selina mentions she's moving to Blüdhaven, which also happens to be where Dick Grayson goes after growing up and becoming Nightwing.

That turned out longer than I thought it would be. Again, these are all just rumors, but I wanted to put my thoughts and theories down in writing in an organized way, and to see what anyone else thinks. Thank you for reading.

#batman #dick grayson #the batman #the batman 2022 #the penguin hbo #robin #clayface #basil karlo #tony zucco #fan theory #discussion #the batman part 2 #the batman part ii #matt reeves #reevesverse

[zirconpetals]

Well, after that fic, I need the Cinderella AU more than ever, can you imagine Hunter fighting with Amity and Willow? And then he is normal Blight, fighting her and all, insulting her and having no mercy, and then "Oh... Will-I MEAN plant witch😳 are you ok? O-oh... You want me to stop fighting? Well if you ask me like that, being so kind 👉👈" so shy and you have Amity looking at him so confused.

THANKS FOR THE RECOMENDATION!!! 💞💞💞

You're welcome!!! ^-^

HONESTLY I think if Amity realized that GG has a thing for Willow she would try to kill him on the spot. (The only thing stopping her would be Willow herself because she finds it hilarious)

GG would be all tsundere-like "It's not like I have a soft spot for her or anything" because he's a coven official and he's got to keep up appearances.

But the real Hunter is absolutely open and obvious about his feelings. He doesn't need/expect Willow to return them, he's just happy to have an opportunity to actually express them.

A lot of the dynamic would depend on whether others know his real identity or not.

Because if they did know, even "fighting" with Amity at some point would become routine and insults aren't serious. Hunter still believes Belos is the best thing in the world, he still needs his Hollow Mind moment, but he also cares about the other witches and has nothing against them, they just need to understand that if everyone followed Titan's will things would be better! But he doesn't want anyone to doubt him or his loyalty to the coven so he tries to keep up appearances. And everyone thinks it's so funny to see him try to pretend to not have the fattest most obvious crush on Willow. He would say something dumb as GG (he likes making up dramatic speeches but doesn't always think them through), and when he's in the Normal Hunter Mode everyone would be like "Oh why are you sitting so close to Willow? I thought you said her vile sorcery wasn't strong enough to distract you from the Titan's plans?"

Of course this dynamic can't last long, and eventually a Hollow Mind esque thing would happen, because you just can't keep someone who works directly with the main villain in your friend group with them changing sides or betraying you.

If they don't know however... I don't know how that would happen. Maybe Hunter wears a concealment stone under his mask and it changes his appearance when he meets Luz and Amity but he doesn't wear it for some reason when he goes to meet Willow? And the whole kidnapping bit at the end doesn't happen. He still goes by Caleb. Now this one has genuine secret identity.

Willow enjoys how flustered she can get the Golden Guard, but why would she think twice about him when Caleb is so sweet and right there? Maybe the fact that GG is attracted to her just makes her angry. He's a creep and he's working for Belos. It makes her skin crawl that he's probably having some weird fantasies about her. Maybe she even thinks he feels the same for her as Warden Wrath does for Eda. She likes Caleb, but he's so secretive. He probably doesn't feel comfortable sharing his secrets yet, and he's definitely not attracted to her like that. Why couldn't she catch his attention instead of GG? (This probably frustrates her and makes her go all out on GG when they meet).

In this one it might be the opposite to the previous actually: Caleb feels too scared to slip up and reveal his secrets, but as GG he has more confidence to actually say what he thinks (more or less. He still needs to keep up appearances).

But of course Luz and Amity from their encounters and Willow herself eventually sees that he's not that bad, that he has a heart and doesn't like to bring harm to people and he's just really misguided. Aaaaand there comes my favourite trope "I'm in love with two people what should I do (but actually those are the same person)"

Eventually the secret identity would have to get revealed, I don't think it would be too dramatic, but it would probably happen like. Just the day before Hollow Mind or something.

#huntlow

[itsdannyg]

Masters of Puppets: Play takes a peak behind often sordid curtain of pro wrestling

One of Kurt Fuller’s first acting jobs was as one of the leads in the 1989 film, “No Holds Barred,” Hulk Hogan’s acting debut.

“I played sort of a Ted Turner, Vince McMahon, so I worked with those guys and saw a lot of interactions,” Fuller said. “So when I read this, it completely rang true to me. I just recognized so much about it.”

Fuller, who more recently was in the CBS series “Evil,” read Laurence Davis’ play, “Master of Puppets” and he quickly agreed to join a cast of well-known actors working with director James Roday Rodriguez to stage the world premier of this dark comedy/satire on the world of pro wrestling. The play opens on Thursday at runs through June 11 at the Legacy Theater in Branford.

“The fact it was about the world of wrestling, which I always have found very interesting and I think it’s underappreciated, because it’s entertainment,” Fuller said. “Believe me, the pain is real.”

This work of fiction, which contains mature language adult situations, such as violence and drug use, is not suitable for young audiences. It brings to life a behind-the-scenes drama of a successful wrestling operation, showing its age and struggling to stay relevant in the modern media world, and the relationships therein.

Fuller plays Victor Kragston, the wrestling ringmaster.

“I’m basing the character on just about every flawed, powerful person there is,” Fuller said. “I could never play Vince McMahon. Who could play Vince McMahon? No one. Only Vince.”

Amanda Detmer, who you’d recognize, as many around Branford’s Stony Creek area already have, from the Fox series “Empire,” plays Delia Kragston, wife of the wrestling mogul who happens to be running for major political office. That may sound a little familiar around here.

“It is a parallel, let’s say, to that (Linda McMahon, Vince’s wife who unsuccessfully ran twice for the U.S. Senate),” Detmer said. “This is a group of people I’ve worked with before; Kurt and I have played husband and wife before. I’ve seen limited wrestling, I’ve never been really into it, which kind of works for this because (the character) is really against all the violence. I certainly have a hard time watching people even pretend to fight, and wrestling isn’t as pretend as we’d like to believe.”

Michael Hogan (Fox series, “The Resident”) plays Rainey Dayes, the one-time marquee wrestler who is now the executive’s sidekick, and Dana Ashbook (Showtime’s “Twin Peaks”) plays Ted Blasendale, a TV executive putting pressure on Kragston and Dayes to produce something fresh for modern audiences before offering a new contract.

“It’s a slice of life,” Ashbrook said. “It’s an interesting slice of life and it’s funny and it has a lot of different components to it about the wrestling world. … The appeal of (wrestling) is the soap opera aspect to it, it’s an ongoing narrative.”

Hogan used to follow World Class Championship Wrestling, and is using bits and pieces from several of its wrestlers to create his character.

“It gets down to the sell of the punch,” Hogan said. “I always love watching guys lay out after a big hit. That stuff to me has always been more interesting. For some it’s the promos and the good looks of the people involved, but for me it’s always been the conveyance of pain, one guy to another guy, and how over-the-top ridiculous it is. I got into a lot of stage comedy because I love selling the blow a lot.”

The tiny Legacy Theater first opened in 1903 as a silent movie house and, through its long history, has staged plays by Orson Welles’ Mercury Theater Company productions in the 1930s and is best known for a past life as the Stony Creek Puppet House. It was refurbished in 2021.

Safe to say it has never been the stage for a play quite like thfis. As Fuller said, in wrestling, you don’t just imagine hitting your nemesis with a two-by-four, you get to see it happen.

“There is a wonderful line in the play,” Detmer said, “that says, ‘Wrestling, we put smiles on people’s faces,’ and the reasoning is that we provide a place where people can imagine themselves as the wrestlers. In the play, we say, ‘We don’t just fight for you, we sprinkle the magic dust that provides the force that fights as you.”

https://www.courant.com/2023/05/20/dom-amore-play-takes-a-peak-behind-often-sordid-curtain-of-pro-wrestling-milestone-for-new-haven-club-being-real-about-the-nhl-coming-back-all-in-the-sunday-read

[bondsmagii]

I wanna hear you bitch about the Prestige. It's one of my favorite movies but I've never read the book.

I have never seen the movie but I've heard good things about it (and even heard that people are surprised by the book after seeing how good the movie was) so I'm very interested to see it. the reason the book pisses me off so much is because it could have been so good! there were actually parts of it that I really enjoyed, and I get even more pissed off when there are good parts of a bad book. to me it's proof the author could have written something amazing, but bad decisions/writing/pacing ruined it, and that's what happened for me with The Prestige.

one of the major things that pisses me off in books is when the author thinks their reader is stupid. I've gone off about this before (mainly in regards to In the Woods by Tana French, do NOT get me started) but I will go off about it again: it sends me absolutely insane with rage. when an author thinks their plot is much more intelligent than it actually is... oh man. it's just insulting to have a straightforward plot (or even a more complex plot that can be understood easily with basic reading comprehension skills) and then to have the author over-explaining, and reiterating, and making sure you're still following. The Prestige did this so much -- which is extra funny, because I worked out how the trick was done literally a third of the way into the novel. now, I'm an easy reader in this respect. if I work it out early, it doesn't ruin the book for me. a lot of people would be annoyed or feel robbed of a proper twist or mystery, but I actually like the process seeing if I was right, and how the author constructs it technically. I like that shit! so this would not have been a dealbreaker for me if not for the fact that the author thought he was so fucking clever. there was so much exposition and going over the facts again and again that I was bored. I even remember thinking christ, man, it's really not that fucking complicated. can we move on.

there were also some parts of the book that were just so fucking boring even without the exposition shit. some of the story was told via an in-universe manual explaining how magic tricks are done, and it was written as a straight-up manual. like, an instruction manual. now, there's a reason why most people do not real instruction manuals for fun: they're pretty fucking dull. I just could not understand what possessed the author to make his readers sit there and read a fucking instruction manual. it wasn't even necessary for the plot! it was like the author just wanted to show off how he was smart and knew how the tricks worked. or maybe he fell out with a magician and wanted to expose his tricks in a deniable way. I do not know. I could maybe respect that, at least. but fucking hell, it was dull.

in another part of the book, there's a scene that's repeated from the point of view of two characters. it's the same scene, but one character reveals more about the scene that's important to the plot and meant to be a dramatic twist. this is fine, this is an established method, it's cool when it's done properly. this was not done properly. it was the same scene, damn near word-for-word, apart from maybe one small paragraph's worth of difference. why did I have to read that? why did I have to read the exact same scene twice? I don't know! I'm yelling!

finally, there were some super emotional scenes that were just so flat lmao. like, the whole concept of it -- that there are barely-living doubles of you, that they were essentially robbed of their humanity and identity and then abandoned, that you are not who you thought you are, and even if you're you, you're a copy of a copy of a copy -- is sad. it's like discovering you had an identical twin who died in the womb, or shortly after birth. yeah, you never knew one another, and the things you're grieving never happened because they were never there, but is that not its own kind of grief? what could have been, but never was? a part of you, genetically identical (and in this case, psychologically identical, too) gone? who might you have been if not for that interruption to your identity? these are all fascinating questions, and it could have been absolutely heartbreaking. but the novel kind of wrapped up like "is that fucked up or WHAT" and then ended. it was never explored. I was just kind of like. ok. rip to that guy I guess.

in conclusion this is why it sucked but most of all it sucked because the author kept sitting me down and explaining in detail a plot "twist" he clearly thought was very intelligent but was actually very fucking simple. and I hate that. it makes me want to kill. and I will never forgive any author who does this. I'm physically incapable.

#anon #asks

[forsakenwitchery]

I don't know how or why but WIndy vids just almost edit themselves? I’ve started this less than a day ago and I'm 2/3 done with a 3,5 mins Calabby vid. I also usually hate adding text and hate how it looks once the video is finished, but WIndy is just so pretty it makes even my text overlays look good. 😂

And since I have nowhere to vent about WIndy, I figured I might as well go ahead and use my almost abandoned tumblr for it. Not sure if it counts as a review or whatever, it’s a long read.

I actually thought I'd be doing another Tom/Abby video, but then Tom's torture barn happened and ummm... At this point I'm in too deep with both Tom and Tom/Abby, but I honestly have no idea how the writers are going to explain that one IF they plan on doing any kind of redemption arc with Tom. What happened to the guy he tortured last week? Did he kill him? Did he string Shane up before or after Abby came to him with her suspicions? 'Cause if it was after I can maaaaybe do a bit of mental gymnastics and explain it with “he thought Shane might be a danger to Abby”, but it looks like Tom put him in the barn before that? I get that there's no love lost between Tom and his family, and Tom’s def starting to see Abby, Kai & Independence as his chosen family that actually cares about him, but no matter how big of a moron Shane is, Tom potentially torturing his brother doesn’t sit well with me. And yeah, Kai literally hammered two people this episode, but that was self-defense... but Tom and the torture barn, twice? Um, no? I’ve seen too much true crime and people with torture anything are, well, never good people? I seriously need the show to elaborate on this and his asylum days to make sense of it all. Also not really related, but I’ve written some fanfiction for myself to keep my sanity during the hiatus and I came up with “Tom hates opium because of his asylum past” to explain some bits, so it was fun to see Tom hating the idea of an opium den, when your fanon becomes kinda canon. 

The gang sidelining Abby didn't sit well with me either. I've been thinking for weeks that it's strange they're all going solely on her seeing the killer. At night. In fear and shock. Having no real evidence it was Tom. Like even the evidence they thought would be evidence turned out... to be something completely different, like Tom’s sketchbook. I thought Gus would question it once he joins them but no, he was 100% on board as well. They followed Abby's lead blindly, but now pretty much not only banned her from helping with Kai, but also straight up left her to deal with the actual person who might have shot her on her own. I mostly love WIndy's writing, but this... This whole thing was just “make it make sense”, because it makes zero sense. 

I hope they find a way to write Calian back into the main story soon, I was actually surprised to see him only mid-episode. His own journey is heartbreaking and important, but as much as I love him I actually kinda forgot about him this episode?.. Until he appeared, that is. And his scene with Abby was probably my favorite scene this episode. It was very short, but the way those two support each other? Abby speaking Apache? They managed to fit SO MUCH in such a short scene. & hopefully news about his sister is not a dead end.

I just love Hoyt and Gus’ interactions. We need more of them. I need more of them. They balance each other so well, I love Hoyt the most when he’s aroung Gus, with Kate and Abby he’s usually the butt of their jokes, and he can be so much more. Like, their jokes are funny, but you can tell they kinda... upset him for the lack of better word, and around Gus he’s just at his full potential. 

Kate’s interactions with everyone are always amazing. Even if she’s in the wrong, like she was with Abby and Kai this week. But at this point I love Kate so much she has my full permission to idk get a torture ban of her own, I just love her THAT much, even when she’s wrong she’s THE queen of Independence.

I honeslty didn’t care much for Lily, but I definitely liked her more once she dropped the innocent act. Kai was amazing. And idk but to me it doesn’t seem like their friendship (or are there feelings on both sides?) with Kate is beyond fixing.

#windy #walker independence #walker: independence #personal posts #maybe I should do this every week to avoid torturing my friends with my thoughts on a show none of them plan on watching lol #I think my friends might actually hate me for loving WIndy at this point... #I JUST HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS AND FEELING ABOUT THIS SHOW OKAY #none of them good feelings about tom's torture barn #tom goddamit whyyy

[vvanessaives]

spare more vesper and fenix facts pleaaasee 🤲🏼

i love both of you SO MUCH. thank you for making me talk about these two. i'm going to answer the asks together since i'll be touching the same themes mostly mwah

I'll start by saying that yes, they broke up. They spent something like 2 years together as an “official” couple but ultimately broke up over the fact that...basically Fenix never being there. He would simply disappear for days, weeks even without saying a word, he’s a mercenary so sometimes he would just go get jobs done but other times he would be god knows where doing no one knows what. That’s what put a strain on their relationship: Vesper wanted someone to be there for her, during good and bad times, and he would simply..not be there (he also has...not the easiest personality to deal with). Like she would wake up one morning and see he’s gone and she doesn’t know where he went and when he’s gonna come back. She’s been alone since age 14 when her father died, she just wished to have someone with her finally. On the other hand Fenix never knew what having a stable home feels like, always going back to the same place and so on. He never learned how to live that kind of life. Funny (or sad?) thing is that they didn’t have a very dramatic end: Vesper had to choose to break off the relationship by herself, too tired of his treatment she just had to come to terms with the breaking up on her own, she had no way to contact him nor she knew where he was. Fenix came back after like 3 weeks to an empty home and he knew he was done for with her.

Now Vesper thought she was done dealing with him forever, during the times they are apart she meets her brother (who she never got to meet since her mother left her and her father when Daniel wasn’t even born) and they start living together as a family. THAT’S when Fenix suddenly shows up to their door asking help from Vesper because he fucked up something big with the wrong people and needed a hand to fix it. At first she refuses and sends him away but she cares about him, she’s upset about it but she’s not able to stay away from him so she decides to help (and they manage to get Fenix out of trouble for a while)

After that Fenix starts to hang out more and more around her and Daniel, at first she’s fighting it, “what are you doing here now” she would say but slowly it became almost natural to have him around (when he decided to show up)

So basically they are living all together like a divorced couple hkjfhjs and ofc Vesper and Fenix would have their moments from time to time: an unxpected gentle embrace, a very strong tension followed by a kiss, a night spent together that “it’s never gonna happen again”. It’s the memory of the old times, the few moments when everything was perfect

This is also the phase that is my delight to write because it’s either Fenix being jealous, Vesper trying to fight the subtle feelings for him (and cursing herself when she can’t), both of them fighting each other over little things and Fenix being his damn charming self

Vesper also has a kind of relationship with Rogue during game events and Fenix is basically always there trying to get between them and antagonizing Rogue until Vesper has to put him back in his place 

The thing that has me so irremediabily lost with them is that...it’s like they attract each other whenever they are in the same room? Or even when far apart. There’s always something that brings them back together, like destiny. Which takes me to what my main point of the story with them and Daniel is: family. We have Vesper and Daniel, brothers separeted before even meeting each other by their own parents and that are trying to catch up on all the time they lost together, all the things they couldn’t do together, and then we have Fenix, someone that never had a family, doesn’t even know what “family” means, someone who was betrayed by his own blood twice (his parents abandoning him and his brother when he was 4 and his brother shooting at him and leaving him nearly dying). I think they all found family after a long journey of never having one and i’m just so emotional about it AAAA

Also to focus mainly on ves/fenix bc that’s the main thing here: truth is that Vesper loves staying with him so damn much that she can’t help being sad and upset that he’s so elusive. She would observe him being like a big brother to Daniel, a best friend, and she would wish for him to stay there forever. Fenix looks at her and he sees the first person he knows he can trust, home is a person to him and that’s Vesper. Family is staying with Vesper and Daniel. LIKE the fact he always comes back to her, for help or for simply gravitating around her world. HE JUST WANTS TO BE THERE but he never experienced a feeling so strong to be part of something, to be loved, he can only run away from it!!

I’ll give a little spoiler but i’m maaaybe developing his story on the road of healing, or even better: learning in this case. Might even have a second chance with Vesper? Can’t say anything more, we will  see ;))

Like one point i like to analyze with Fenix is that you don’t always change for the better because of love/a loved one. Sometimes people...stay the way they are and can’t change, that’s life. Doesn’t mean he can’t learn tho. His personality is still.....a whole mess to deal with but i think he might deserve to go through the process of learning something that his own parents had to teach him: what family means.

also just to end on a funny note: Vesper was and still is the one in the relationship that goes “excuse me, he asked for no pickles” with Fenix <33

#ask #arklay #cultistbase #oc: vesper #oc: fenix #I WANTED SO BAD TO WRITE SMTH LIGHTHEARTED FOR THEM SJFLDFHSL but look what i've DONE #i just think that...i just think they are neat....and that in their own differences (that aren't that different tbh) they l...lo...oh my god #they might lov-ARGH. cut to me a few months ago going i will NEVER have them together again and look at me now... #THIS IS SO LONG I'M SORRY i was like smth funny about them :)) smth short about them :)) and look at this

[vandal-flower]

Look What You Made Me Do

Blue Lock Boys with Yandere x Vandal's Big Brain Ideas

Characters: Yoichi Isagi, Hyoma Chigiri, Reo Mikage.

Warnings: Fem! Reader, Toxic Behavior, Blood and War mentioned, Death, Forced Marriage, Being sold off, Victims of Circumstances.

Theme: Forced Marriage and Royalty.

Notes: These thoughts happen weekly.

YOICHI ISAGI

Yandere Knight in Shining Armour AU

WC: 804 words.

You remember. You remember walking around in the royal garden by yourself. The flowers blooming, fountain water running, and book in hand to read to your heart's content.

It was an escape. An escape from all your duties as a princess. Study, practice, wave, smile, and read every letter of marriage proposals sent to you.

You had little, if not no time for yourself. When you wanted to have fun, your parents gave you another task to fulfill, as if they wanted you to die of overworking yourself.

"You're a princess, this is your duty. Think about the future of the kingdom, you don't want it to go into shambles, do you?"

Those words would echo in your head every time you wanted to go against your kingdom's protocols. "Think about the future of the kingdom."

It breaks your heart about the thought of the people around you suffering immensely because of your selfish reasons. Your want for freedom could ruin the need for peace.

But you want to be free, even for a small moment like this. All alone, with one of your favourite books in hand. A book about fairytales. Princesses stuck in a tower with no doors or stairs, True Love's Kiss, Fairies, Dragons, Witches, and last and not least, A Knight in Shining Armor.

He always saves the day with his mighty sword and shining shield, slaying anything in his path, so he could have his 'Happily Ever After' with the princess.

But when you think about it logically, he's quite a warlord. Slaying anyone that stands in the ways of his goals, maidens hugging his body and lastly, luck on his side.

You wonder if some 'luck' could help you find some happiness in your situation, your life. You highly doubt, since it's just a fairytale. It's just a fantasy.

"Your highness, the king is asking for your presence.", a maid alerts you, snapping you out of your daydreaming.

"Alright, I'm coming.", you say, walking out of the garden, walking right back into castle, your cage.

You walk into the throne room to see your father talking to a young man your age.Dark blue hair with deep blue eyes and smile on his face. If they're talking about your future marriage with him, you want out of it.

"Ah, there you are (Name). Let me introduce you to your personal knight from now on, Yoichi Isagi.", your father told you, with his face having a stoic impression.

"Don't ask why I gave you one, just thank me.", he ended, cutting you off of what you were about to say.

"I'll escort you to your chambers your highness.", your personal knight turns to you, his eyes glimmering with purpose. Something you would wish you had. He walks first, you follow quietly. His metal armor is the only noise audible within the silence.

That's what it was supposed to be. Silent.

You would talk to him once or twice at first, he is your personal knight after all, he can't talk to you as if you aren't superior to him. But you couldn't help yourself. You told him everything, your fairytales and your fantasies as he promised he won't tell a soul.

He was kind, caring, had a strong sense of justice and was undeniably handsome.

He was a Knight in Shining Armor.

He was your Knight in Shining Armor.

Soon, you both became affectionate to each other, giving each other hugs, making funny remarks about each other and soon, kisses between you two. When he would go out for a mission, you gave him a good luck kiss on his cheek. He was flustered, but loved it nonetheless.

But he went on a mission ordered by your father himself. A war broke out. You didn't want to let him go, what if he was heavily injured, what if he died? But the decision has already been made and he was gone.

You didn't understand the tragedies that took place in fairytales until now. The love if your life gone and most likely to be never seen again.

But a Knight in Shining Armor can still be warlord.

Months after the war has started, your kingdom won and formed a treaty with the other kingdoms. Peace at last.

Your personal knight, Yoichi Isagi came back safely, but not the same. His eyes were crazed and he was covered in the blood of his enemies. Your father was proud of his achievement of ending the war, and asked for what he wanted.

"I want your daughter, her highness (Name) as my wife."

Your father agreed.

Yoichi took you by your waist, your dress covered in blood.

"Now princess, I can have my Happily Ever After, all while having you.", he told you with crazed eyes and a smirk.

His Happily Ever After.

HYOMA CHIGIRI

Yandere Arranged Marriage AU

WC: 774 words.

"So, what do you say?"

Huh?

You look around to see your surroundings. It's a blurry image all around. Did you wake up from a nap? You're not sure. Your body hurts all around. You feel your hands being tied together. You close your eyes. You open them, the blurry image is now long gone and you can now see clearly. You are sitting on the floor, head bowed down to someone.

You can only see their feet.

"Is she even listening?", a man's voice says to someone, filled with annoyance. It's probably about you.

How did you even get here?

"My lord, she just woke up, I'll tell her the details later, but I agree to the contract.", a woman's voice spoke, it sounds like your mother.

What does she mean by contract?

"Good, take her to my chambers, make sure she isn't broken or anything.", the man says to your mother.

"Of course my lord, guards take her to his imperial majesty's chambers immediately.", your mother says, her voice sounds so terrible, but has some underlying sweetness to it.

You are picked up from where you were sitting, and put on someone's shoulder.

All you could see for a small moment was vibrant pink hair before passing out once more.

You woke up again, but this time laying down on a bed too expensive for your own good. Your hands were no longer tied up, but left marks in the process. You look around you to see a magnificent room you have never seen before.

But that was the least of your worries. Your mother mentioned a contract with some other man you don't know. Did she sell you off?

You didn't have the best relationship with her, but that didn't mean she would just sell her child off to some stranger. You remember the titles 'lord' and 'imperial majesty', so has to be someone in the royal family. It was clear she had a few reasons to why she would just sell you off. Status, money, power and so forth.

You have to get out.

You try to get off the bed, but fall flat on your face. That's fine, you can tend to yourself later once you leave this place. You lift yourself up swiftly from the floor and steadily walk to the doors, taking step by step, hoping not to fall once more.

The doors are opened before you. You see that reddish, vibrant pink hair. This time it put you on fear. He was dressed in royal garments, compared to you, you are simply wearing rags. His face so beautiful, but so condescending towards you.

What has he done to you? No.

What will he do to you?

"Why in Heaven's name do you dare to leave my room, are you that desperate to get yourself killed?", he asks you, raising his eyebrow towards you.

"I, um-"

"Speak louder will you, I can't here a damn thing that you are saying, you are in the presence of your imperial majesty and this is how you act."

You don't have any words to say and simply look down on the floor. You can feel his eyes glaring right at you. He sighs and walks passed you, taking your hand in his while doing so. You let him take you to his bed, fearing if you dare go against him, it'll cost your life.

The both of you sit down, you continue to look down on the floor, a poor attempt to not look at him. He looks at you and smiles to himself, and then proceeds to speak.

"You really are something princess, trying to leave my chambers, trying to leave the entire imperial palace. That's bold I'll give you that. But not enough to let you escape my grasp so easily now. After all, your mother and I had a contract."

You look up to him in shock, eyes widened at his words. Sure you realized it enough, but coming from someone who made such contract, it hurts.

"But why, how, when, what was her reason?", you ask him, tears starting to form already.

He chuckles lowly at your question, almost mocking you.

"It's not what was her reason. It's what was my reason."

What.

He continues,"I had my eyes on you for a long time, and your mother wanted a way out the poor life so I helped her. By having you as my future wife and she could live in luxury. Seems fair enough. So just thank me, will you?"

In defeat, you bow your head.

You are his imperial majesty's apple of his eye.

REO MIKAGE

Yandere Vampire AU

WC: 755 words.

"You look beautiful.", your mother says, gently rubbing your shoulder covered in lace.

"Thank you mother.", you say, looking in the mirror as you see yourself.

The Perfect bride.

You should be happy, you think. This is the happiest moment of your life, any woman's life for that matter. Yet, here you are, plastering a smile on your face only used for family photos.

You should be grateful, you think. Your quiet demeanor, but thinking brain has caught the eyes of a man who was looking for a smart woman. Most preferred brain-dead women.

You are lucky, they all think. Your getting married to smart, handsome, royal prince, who's family is worth an amout you couldn't count on your fingers and toes combined.

"It's time.", a maid alerts you and your mother. You stand up from your chair and walk towards the door, only for your mother to hug you from behind.

"Be safe.", she says in a worried voice, as thought of losing her first born daughter terrifies her.

"I will.", you reassure her, hugging her back before escaping her desperate grasp.

You walk to the door, waiting for it to open, bouquet in hand, veil covering your face, quietly shifting in place, preparing yourself to see the wedding aisle with people known and unknown to you.

The door opens with a loud creak, a wedding aisle covered in flower petals of various colors and people on both sides, standing at your entrance with music in the background.

You look forward, walking at a steady pace, trampling the flower petals as you walk. You pity them, really. You finally make way to the altar, your bridesmaids stand by you, as if they could bring any comfort to your situation.

You grip you bouquet tightly as the groom lifts your veil to see your face as if he would be disappointed to who his bride may be. Your eyes met his, then you had a clear view of his face.

Reo Mikage the Prince.

He smiled, not a one filled with teeth, but filled with sincere love and loyalty. It was like he has forgotten all the mistakes and cruel deeds he has made in the past. Seeing you made him happy.

"You look beautiful my love.", he says, continuing to smile at you. You smile back in response, hearing a few giggles behind you.

The priest grunts before starting to speak."Now we may begin the wedding.", he says, looking at the both of you, quietly asking if you are both prepared.

You both repeat the wedding vows meant for the two and end with the infamous.

"I do."

You can see the tear-filled eyes of the people in the room,some already had tears spilling from their eyes not even bothering to wipe them away.

"Now, you may kiss the bride.", the priest ends, smiling in satisfaction that there were no disturbances in the ceremony.

Reo, in almost an instant, takes you by your hips and pulls you into a deep kiss. To keep up the act, you place your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Claps and shouts are being made around you as you are happily married to the prince.

As time passed quickly almost in a matter of minutes, you were in bed with your newly wedded husband at the darkest hour. What should be a romantic moment has you in fear.

"So, what will happen to me, will you turn me into your kind, or are you going to go against the agreement?", you ask avoiding his piercing gaze. He smiles and chuckles to your question.

"I was thinking about that, but decided to put it on hold. After all, you are afraid of me.", he answers, smiling at you as you continue looking away from him.

He then pulls you close by your arm, catching you by surprise. He lifts your head up by your chin, forcing you to look directly at him in the eye.

"I love you my dearest, I really do, having you is one of the best things to happen to me. So, how about you forget about all that stuff, and I show how much I love you in more ways than one, yeah?"

He says this with his wide cocky smile, and eyes peering down at you and takes your hand to kiss it gently.

"You promise not to make me a stupid wife on a pedestal."

"I promise my beloved."

You could almost feel his fangs sink in.

Yeah, so, um...

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[unhumanrights]

I've been playing too much Fortnite recently

I haven't actually made a post here in...years?...so yeah, why not have the first one back be about Fortnite?

I played once before the current season. Just once. Well, twice, maybe. Back before Zero Build, I tried it, didn't encounter anyone for what felt like hours, then was killed by the first person I encountered. Not a good start. Didn't try again until after Zero Build was a thing. Why? Probably because they talked about it on The Besties, and then the McElroy brothers started their weekly Victory McElroyale stream. I don't play multiplayer games in general, but at least Fortnite looked FUN, didn't take itself too seriously.

And now, I'm over level 200 this season because I have played it so obsessively. Okay, It was obsessive at first, and then I had a long period when I didn't pick it up at all, and now I've been really into it the last four days. Probably will have to cool down after today because of work and such, but hey, I've had fun.

I think I'm decent at it. Not the best, hell no, but not the worst. I can eke out a victory about 10% of the time, mostly because I lack close-range skills. Besides, I don't care about winning the whole thing. I know I'm not the best, so there's no pressure. Actually, I try to just have fun with it in weird ways.

Am I a Fortnite troll? Let me present some stories about how I've played in the last few days and you can judge for yourself.

I've become a total gearhead. I find a car as soon as I can, then drive around the island. I stop at gas stations when I can, hoping to find offroad tires and cow catchers, maybe a repair torch if I'm lucky. If I see another car, I follow it in a companionable way, honking like the call of a great beast with its herd. Sometimes, if I spot someone, I'll pull up to them, not aggressively, and give them a few honks. Offer them a ride if they want one, you know? I've had a few takers, but most people shoot at me, sadly. Sometimes I'll shoot back, if I'm feeling slighted, but it puts the car at too much risk, so I usually drive away.

One time, I was sitting in the passenger seat of my car when the circle was very small. Not hiding, really, just observing. Observation is actually a Fortnite hobby of mine, as if everyone else is a bird and I have a shiny new pair of binoculars. Bit more dangerous, I suppose, but more fulfilling than just spectating. Anyway, there was a small building nearby, like a parking attendant booth, and one of the few people left ran into it. Now, I wasn't trying to win the game, and I'm not looking for a fight, but I DID have grenades, and the window was right there...so I chucked one in and blew the stand to hell. They survived (and won), but not before shooting me dead.

Whenever I get an explosive goo gun, I become a mad bomber and destroy all buildings. It's most fun when the circle is small, so it forces people to come out and play. I don't aim it at people or try to hurt them, mind. Just blowing up buildings like some kind of wilderness warrior fighting the encroaching creep of civilization.

Related to the last bit, I don't play the small circle game to win, as I already said. I don't even try to get eliminations. I just make chaos or run around (or gloop around as a chrome blob). One time, I was chucking chrome splash at other people so they could be chrome, too. I wish I had more fun consumables to use like this. I know there's like a chug gun that gives people shields, but it's so rare. I'd love to just keep blasting two people and make them fight longer.

Okay, this one just happened today, and it might be the most ridiculous. I was in the mushroom area, near the Reality Tree, and someone spotted me. I had lost my car at this point (this was a gearhead run), and it was time to fight. But no, it wasn't, because I kept running around the base of a mushroom and making them chase me. Lightsaber helped me defend and let me flip a little faster to avoid them. I think I kept this up for a full minute. Should have had some funny music playing while I did this.

My latest goal is to sneak into a car that someone is using when they're not looking and have them drive me around. I almost succeeded, but they jumped on a wolf and rode away after I sneaked into the car. Maybe someday.

Guess this post is long enough. It's funny how much fun you can have when you're not trying to win. Wish I had a squad who was up for the same shenanigans. Just hop into a car and cruise together, like being out with the guys on a Friday night back in the day. Alas, nobody I know plays.

#Fortnite

[the-firebird69]

There's a big number of idiots here and we call him despondence but really they're asking for it and they're marks when you said it too there's a mark right there there's two Marks here and they stare and they're asking for stuff and so they're Max we go after the stuff can't really do that to us and really it's backwards for you and it's really what we've been doing for years and your following the pieces. Ask here. Taking tons of stuff including territory it's going fast. Right now you're part way into BJ and the Bear it's already started you're actually loading it up pretty soon and we're going to come across the country slowly agonizingly slow and it's frightening the roof and I think they're large neutronic and it's not really how it's happening but that's what they think. And pretty soon that's going to be a fight over it and it will be Smokey and the bandit and you can see him here twice is changing right in front of everyone's eyes to his character smoking and you don't see the bandit that clearly but he looks darker and I like a Latino like our son does lots of times looks like The Rock and it's funny because somebody figured it out they're watching Dave. And after that it's convoy and they do split the money up between like 10 trucks and they all agreed to go to the Fed and try and take over excluding the clothes and that's what it is. And excluding Mac in the max. At the second rung of our second wave of the stone ships, and it did not do anything they lost tons of ships they had about 500 trillion chips and they lost 250 trillion chips going against the stone chips it is a second wave of Old faithful but Trump is not launching them and he's holding on to them so they're fighting over them now and have been for an hour and they're huge losses in the Mohawk side because of it. Philly soon it's going to be noticeable but it isn't here in Florida it's a doldrum it's a drag it's a low level low life area and it sucks it's really nasty. And that's the way it is it's the last scumbags here and people who don't understand anything. And I like little kids and they don't really learn unless you tell them the force then they learn it by then they're gone and they're going to be gone soon all of them and the max are ordering it now them to be fired and laid off from all jobs and of course it hits here last there's a higher ups are here.

Trump is holding off launching Old faithful this wave because his are holding me off until the BGA is expended and PGA of course figured it out and mac daddy is building a whole bunch of Old faithful and these two are fighting which is good for him so they both probably end up fighting and then he's going to fire them all and for good forever

Thor Freya

And to the more like I say this it's been very difficult and some of you have been outrageously rude obnoxious and a threat but I'm in during it and I wasn't doing it because I do have a cause. And some of you are still friends magically and strangely and it took a lot of work on your part and I commend you for it. If things don't work out some of you have a backup plan and I do understand what it is and it is not necessarily as accurate as most would explain it has to do with Omega AI which you know Dave created and my dad created the computer and Paris Hilton and many others of my clan and her clan mostly and there are some oddballs out there we're here we have naked AI but not the computer and it is will and bill. And we both say we thank you for your efforts if you fail you'll be remembered and written in history as those who tried long and hard to whale against tyranny and we're not saying you're wrong by doing so

Zues

I help say the whole thing and he's unaware of the top part but it's aware of the bottom so it's kind of obtuse but he's a guy and that's how it is if he wasn't nothing would happen it's not true either but we're a team and he knows it and he loves me and we work together great and I will say that some of you women are extremely rude on your own summer pushed easily and some are strong and working it doesn't mix you guys are rebels and so we're rebels too so keep a stiff upper lip and remember this backup plans and we're rebels and we supply rebels it's dangerous for my husband but he said to do it and we're going ahead and doing it now with a lot of cars and other things like X-Wing and hover cycles which really small hover craft that are that look like cycles and small hovercraft and we're selling tons of them and we do sell spacecraft and we're selling those so please keep that in mind

Hera

You haven't died yet and we don't plan to but we do see that it's getting horrific and that we've kind of been set up and we need to work together with Mac but it doesn't look like it'll happen he wants us to go in first and without stuff and we don't have it built and we can't build it fast enough and we tried simplifying it and it's not working very well and we don't have time and we need them now they will continue to build and hand it over because we'll take over and he'll be stuck out there without what he needs to get through we're in a jam or between the rock and a hard place literally and we're going to have to try for them and if we fail we're going to take his words to heart this everyday put in a serious effort every day he put his head down and hardened his nose and tried to get through without screaming yelling at us. And I did too little and he noticed it and even when we were having a altercation and it was weird because everything is kind of mental instead of a mental patients but really we're dreaming to her a lot by Tommy f and his massive Force underground. And he doesn't know who that is it's a strange person bothering him but that's how it goes all day long he comes by her sends a guy by or threatening someone everyday it's constant probably a thousand times a day most people would fall apart and I fell apart a few times and we've been around it for thousands of years and the storm made it very hard so we're going to remember them if we get in trouble and can't make it for what they're doing

Trump Sarah

We also remember him for what he's saying and doing all the time it does it every day all day he experience is backlashes and they're pretty beefy he gets dinged all the time and is still doing it says he has to and it's logical and keeps him around and he knows what we're doing and it's not like a nice brand new puppy bed and he didn't expect one but he's kind of in hell it's hot all day and he's sweaty losing weight he's trying to drink a lot and eat a lot and it's hard and constantly falls a little and it's just terrible the conditions that this Max are forcing and they wanted to be nice and sweet so we're going to fight it we do appreciate their help and they are sending things to us FYI

Bja

It's about firework and there's a lot of it to be done and I should be out there but I'm having trouble doing it so I need an assist to go down the road and he's going to ride back with me if everybody gets to give us some effort this is important I've been nice for a long time and staying is and people are asking me to get there and I can't do it myself and practice you alone I really am

Ken

[kyberphilosopher]

Fensterln

“I can’t get up. You’re sitting on top of me.”

Warning(s): some allusions to sex, explicit-ish language, fluff, reader has a whole ‘Black Cat’ thing going on. Word Count: 3273

Notes: This is a requested work. This is a headcanoned canon version of Superboy, meaning he is no version in particular and simply the character I figure as a whole. Reader can be any gender.

“Fensterln is when you have to climb through someone’s window in order to have sex with them, without their parents knowing about it.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You know, most people think that climbing up the side of a building is easy. Like it’s nothing. They see it on TV, and in the movies, and in cartoons even, and they think, “That doesn’t look so bad!” because it doesn’t. Cartoons and actors don’t have to deal with the wind whipping their hair, constantly pushing their whole body all around, the butterflies of anxiousness making their heart thump, threatening the scenario of falling to their death. It’s terrifying. It takes a lot of skill, a lot of courage, and a lot of luck. 

“Shit.”

Your right hand releases from the glass, arm slowly swinging back until it’s at your side. The same sides foot follows this pattern of rotation, until only your left fingertips and toes are stuck to the wall of the building, suctioning you to life. Below you, hundreds and hundreds of feet, is an island of grass and sand, encompassed by a large body of water. Over the tidal waves chip chopping away, there’s a distance. And in that distance, is the city, just under the inky blackness of the midnight sky. 

Jump City, it’s called. You’re not too familiar with it. Most of your time is spent in Metropolis, or Gotham. Luckily, both of those cities have plenty of skyscrapers to practice scaling. One could say that you’d perfected the art of this sort of thing. The finger pads on your suit are sophisticatedly sticky, seamlessly letting you latch onto anything with grace. Your feet are the same. 

The wind hits your face like sharp needles, amplified by the cold air and the incline. Your hair whips around wildly, also different from how it flows, softly, in the movies. The harsh breeze roars in your ears, louder than the thousands of explosions you’ve heard in your lifetime. Although dangerous, nothing beats the view. Those thousands of lights in the distance, the cars, the buildings, this building that you’re on now. Titan’s Tower is far larger and closer and more important than anything else at the moment. 

“Okay then,” you mutter, twisting your body over to the right twice more, until finally both hands and feet are connecting against the glass in a stealthy, perfect crawling position. 

You work your way up, one foot and hand at the time. You resemble that of a spider, or perhaps a cat. One, two. One, two. 

His room is on one of the top floors, if not the top floor. From the two other times that you’ve done this, you remember the number of steps, the distance, the little cracks in the glass panes to look for so you know you’re close. Even from the outside, hundreds of feet up, hanging above death tantalizingly, you know exactly where you are and where you need to be. And you know, of course, that you are close. 

Your right hand leaves the wall once more and reaches down to the belt on your hips. “Coming, my love,” you mutter as you flip open a small pouch attached. From the inside you pull out a slim switchblade, made specifically to cut through glass walls like this- designed it yourself. 

The knife springs open. In a circle big enough to fit your entire body, you trace the blade in a wide arc from up to down, left to right. Then you flip the blade back inside, place the whole thing back into the pouch on the belt, and shove your left elbow against the middle of the glass in front of you. 

It pops free immediately. The circle of wall falls forward into the room, with you not far behind.

Landing like a gymnast on your toes with your arms overhead, you are immune to the sharp pain in your femurs that comes from a sudden pressure like this. The glass pane is still intact on the floor ahead of you, which is coated with a red carpet that you recognize so well. It’s much warmer inside than it was outside, although you can still feel the night wind from behind you.

“Silent,” a voice remarks from beside you. It’s not an amused tone, really. It’s genuine and full of awe, surrounded by something casual. 

You hum as you stand before throwing a look over your shoulder. Sure enough at your back, splayed casually on a bed against the wall you just broke through, is your favorite boy toy. Dark, curly hair framing his classically handsome face, nose scrunching slightly on instinct. He’s wearing the black and red super shirt he always does, coupled with the plaid pajama bottoms you’d gotten him as a gift in spring.

You want so badly to quip something back, but you both know you can’t right now. Not when you’re so close to the door. And yeah, that’s partially Conner’s fault, if not all. Too much noise would attract the attention of his team mates, the Titans, and then something probably not that great would happen. Maybe they’d throw you out. Maybe they’d fire him. Maybe things would just get weird. It’s not as if you and Connor are an official couple, even after all this time. You could stop sneaking around to see each other at any sense of danger.

You take a step towards the bed he lays on, noting the big, bright smile that lights up Superboy’s face at the motion. “Can you fix the hole?” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.

Conner’s eyes go wide and the smile gets bigger.

“In the wall.”

The smile turns into an eye roll. “Yes,” he sighs, almost dramatically, pushing himself up. The boy crosses to the center of the room a few feet from you and begins picking up the perfect circle of cut window- wall while you look around the area.

You’ve snuck into Conner’s room before. Twice, in fact. It’s not clean, not horribly messy. His leather jacket is usually hanging off the dresser or door handle. Sweatshirts of different colors are littering the floor in a collective pile. It looks like a normal teenage boys room, really. It just feels very ‘Conner’.

First, he pushes the glass back into place in the wall, then he takes a few steps back. You throw him a smirk, nudging your head to encourage him to do the thing.

Conner’s eyes heat up. Little at first, as a soft yellow. Then into an all consuming scarlet that hisses out in two beams meeting in the middle between them. They move in a circle around the pane until you can’t even tell it was ever not there, and the wind you once heard no longer exists. The wall is perfectly in tact.

“Thank you, Superboy,” you tell him, tone laced overly sweet. Your hands, freezing from the cold even through the gloves of your costume, wrap around Conner’s upper arm.

“Yeah,” he tosses, back, voice low. His cheeks are turning pink.

You unhook your arms and saunter over to his mattress. As you throw yourself on and relax as you sink into the pillows, you let your eyes close. “You’re lucky I like you so much,” you tease. “Mm, do you know a lot of people who would climb up the Tower for you? I don’t.”

Upon hearing him take a single step forward, one eye pops open. “I know you missed me,” you continue.

Conner lays himself on the bed beside you, hands behind his bed with his arms bent. You turn to face him, propping your head up with your palm.

“You never answer my texts,” Conner says, Adam’s apple bobbing.

“You text me?” you smirk, watching Superboys eyes sink close as he releases a sigh of defeat.

Your left leg slips over Conner’s hips. Then you pull your whole body up and over into a straddle over him, looking down at him. He’s handsome in the way nobody can argue with, so perfect and soft and structured. When you squint, he looks like Superman. But Conner’s not Superman, he’s better. You can’t explain why, or how, but he just is.

You place your palms forward on his chest at first, then backwards, behind your back, on Conner’s thighs. Your chest puffs out at the slight change of position.

Below you, the boy bites his lower lip softly in thought for a second. “What if I got you a phone?” Conner asks you. His light eyes holding yours through thick, dark lashes. “Just so you can text me back sometimes?”

“Us?” you gasp with wide eyes. “Talking? During the daytime?”

Conner glances away. “Message received. Very funny. Forget it.”

“I’m messing with you,” you promise with a smile. “Loosen up Super-Annoy.”

“So you’ll let me get you one?” Conner pushes himself up with a snap, eyes wide with some kind of excitement.

Well… would you? You haven’t had a lot of long term partners, if any. Your time with Conner has been the longest with anyone, and he’s not even really your boyfriend. He’s just… you know… the guy you kissed on a rooftop one night. The guy who once surprised you with a cone of ice cream, again on a night time rooftop, whilst you were sitting on the side of the building to watch the city below. The guy who remembered your birthday, the guy who keeps sending you the many, many texts reminding you that you can watch your favorite show on the TV in the tower. The guy who once lied to get you to ice skate with him.

Something about Conner has been enough to keep you hooked for months and months, always coming back. Sneaking into the Tower, taking more and more trips to Jump City, keeping notes of events throughout your week to tell him about when you see him. 

How silly. Never giving the time of day to any other partner of yours, but for Conner? Conner has gotten at least eight months of it. 

“I’ll think about it,” you roll your eyes. 

“You promise?” Conner urges. 

“Yes. Jeez, I promise. I will think about letting you get me a phone that only you have the number to.”

“Please don’t laugh at me about this.”

“I’m not laughing at you.”

“It feels like it.”

“Connor,” you clasp a hand on his shoulder, pushing back laughter. “Have I ever laughed at you?”

“W- Is that- is that a serious question?” Conner’s eyebrows raise. 

“Get up,” you roll your neck. “I want to change positions.”

The boy below you shifts. For a quick moment, something pokes between your hips from underneath. Your pupils dilate in response, but by the time they finish, the movement has ceased. “Tell me about your day.”

“I want to lay down,” you say as you stretch. “I just scaled up the side of the skyscraper-”

“You love it.”

“-and it was oh, so cold. I’m tired.”

“That’s not your day.”

You just stare at him expectantly, not quite sure what it is you’re waiting for. 

“I can’t get up. You’re sitting on top of me,” Conner concedes. “You chose to be up there.”

“Prove it,” you challenge.

“Yeah, yeah,” the boy below you hisses as if annoyed. “I get it,” he says, but his arms are already snaking around your torso to pull you close and slowly pull you into a new position. 

You lay on your side, back against Conner’s broad chest. His arms stay wrapped around your middle as he curls up against you on instinct, legs quick to tangle with your own. You know he must really be interested in you if he’s not going to mention that your ‘work’ shoes are still on while in bed. 

“You’re an ass,” he mutters into your hair. 

“What was that?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Ha,” you chuckle once. “Douche.”

“Please tell me about your day now?” you hear Conner almost plead. “Please?”

One of your hands, your right one, rests on top of Conner’s against your stomach. “Oh, you know. The usual. I helped out a small jewelry store today, snuck into a big building, currently hiding from Nightwing- you know how it is.”

“There wasn’t much crime today. I mostly just stayed in. You know that big building you snuck into?”

“Such a douche,” you breathe.

“Jealous much?” Superboy rumbles against your ear. 

“I’m gonna tell Dick,” you tell him. “I’ll send an anonymous tip that one of the Titan’s is a big poop face.”

Conner puts his whole face in your hair. “Shiver me timbers.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not fair you guys get a whole building to yourselves. What are you even using half these floors for? People in Gotham are struggling.” You frown. “Well, except for Wayne. But you know what? He’s a douche too. You’d get along.”

Conner squeezes you once. Then you feel him still from behind you, not even breathing. And then-

“Move in then.”

At once, your brows furrow. “What?”

Your companion squeezes you once more. “Move in. Move in with me. In the Tower.”

Your mouth opens and closes a couple times, eyes looking around. You can’t see Conner, but you can feel him out. His eyes are closed, still inhaling the scent of you shamelessly. It’s hard for people to catch you off guard, not just like this, but at all. You just have that sarcastic, witty, sultry reputation. And for him- Super-Annoy, of all people- to just throw you off so easily?

“I’m not a Titan,” you decide on explaining, almost asking. 

“Become one, then.”

“I don’t have the money to move in. The rent must be crazy.”

“I’ll pay for you.”

“Conner,” you swallow. “This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not joking.” His head pops up. When you turn yours a little, you can look up at him, and he can look down at you. “Move into the Tower.”

Now your eyes are wide, and his are relaxed. No, Conner’s are focused, drilling into your own. “I’m... hardly Titan’s material.”

This was true. You’ve been skirting the gray line far longer than you’ve known Superboy, and he’s been super since the beginning of his creation. The first time you’d met was about ten seconds before you’d robbed a bank and sent him a wink before disappearing. 

“You just told me, not five minutes ago, that you helped a small business. Helping people is what heroes are all about. You can do this, Y/N. You are Titan’s material.”

Shit. He’s right. 

“Why not?” Conner questions. 

“I... um...”

You’ve never lived with another person before. Your family, once upon a time, sure. Not friends. Not Dick Grayson, or Kori, or Rachel fucking Roth. And certainly not Superboy- Super-Annoy. Not someone you have a ‘thing’ with. What would that mean for the two of you? And when things go terribly, terribly wrong, what then?

Gotta’ think fast. 

Your face is wiped clean, replaced by your signature smirk. “Get me a phone first. Then I’ll consider it.”

Conner doesn’t budge though. You wonder if X-Ray vision can see through lies too. “I mean it,” the boy tells you. “I want you here.”

“I have to survive the night in the building with boy prodigy and star flame.”

“Starfire.”

“Whatever. I have to do that first. There’s a reason we sneak me in, you know.”

Your free hand reaches up and cups Conner’s cheek without you telling it to. You ask your brain why, but yet, your palm doesn’t move. It feels over Conner’s cheekbones, encouraging you to look deeper into his somehow soft eyes. Your fingertips can even feel his hair, which is in need of a wash, as they get comfortable. 

“For you,” you finish the sentiment, voice now genuine- also not predicted. “Sneaking in for you.”

“I don’t want you to feel like a secret,” the boy above you whispers, pouring his entire heart into it. 

You answer with a snort. 

If anything, Conner’s the secret. If he had his way, the two of you would probably be on your honeymoon at this moment. Hell, your whole relationship and subsequent marriage would be a honeymoon. You’re the one letting him follow you around. You’re the one never giving him just what he wants. 

But then again, you’re the one who keeps coming back. Conner’s the one that never left. 

“Trust me,” you nod with a humored grin. “I don’t.”

Conner sighs and falls back down to rest behind  you. “Good.”

Besides his breathing, then there is silence. 

Really? Telling you to move in? Of course it doesn’t seem like such a big deal to him. Of course he has the solution to all the reasons why not. Your fairly certain that Conner hasn’t thought about this until mentioning it, but even then, how did he have all the answers so fast? Where would you stay? With him? Sandwiched between Conner and Wally West playing video games for the rest of your life? Dying after Donna Troy catches you accidentally stealing her lunch?

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Conner begins, “but you should really stay the night.”

In response, you practically burst. “You hate being told what to do!” you say as you squirm in his arms. “Now you’re giving me suggestions?”

Conner sits up again so he can look down at you with a little frown. Luckily, it’s too nice of a view to be really scared of anything he could do. “Shh! You’re gonna get caught, Y/N.” Then Superboy’s eyes widen a little. “If you lived here, you wouldn’t have to be so quiet, either. You could just come through the front door.”

“Oh my God,” you squeeze your eyes closed. “Conner...”

One battle at a time. 

“Fine,” you begrudge. “I’ll stay the night.”

Conner tightens his grip around your form happily in response. “Will you need any help in the morning?”

“No. No, I got it.”

Silence. 

Say it. Say it. Say it. 

“Conner? I, uh...”

Say it. 

“I don’t have any sleeping clothes,” you lie. 

“Sleeping?” you hear the boy behind you whisper. “I didn’t think we were going to be sleeping.”

“Now who’s going to get us in trouble?” you smirk. “Seriously though. I’ve been wearing my suit all day.”

“I can get you out of it.”

“You can’t just see through it?” you question. “Don’t you have X-Ray vision?”

Conner groans. “You’re ruining it.”

You smile. Conner’s the only partner of yours you realize you’re actually happy to be around. “I think you just want us to get caught.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Yayyy. Request finished. Next I have a Reverse Flash request, and then I should be good with the DC requests for now. Other than that I have some Jason Todd things, something for Damian and 2 fics for a character I haven’t written for before but are looking pretty good. I hope this satisfied the prompt that I was given in the request. Let me know anything you want or whatever. 

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The Kind that Never Slows Down | Damian Wayne

✦ pairing — older!Damian Wayne x female!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 10k

✦ summary — Gotham is hit with a spell that changes your perception of Damian forever.

✦ warnings — nsfw, semi-public sex, non-con sex (not really but just to be safe), angst, language, light jealousy, light possessiveness, mentions of food, smut, unprotected sex (please don’t do this), consensual sex, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, fluff.

✦ author's note — this one should’ve been published a long time ago, but I just got around editing it. Hope you like it.

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The abandoned building smelled like piss and mold, the only light available entered through a broken window, and you were pretty sure you had heard rats roaming around.

But you didn’t care. Robin’s hands were all over you, plump lips sucking on your neck like his life depended on it as he pounded into you.

It wasn’t enough.

He had skipped foreplay on your insistence. You needed him more than anything, if he didn’t fuck you right there in that moment you wouldn’t be able to survive.

He grunted out of pleasure as you clenched around him, gripping your hips to ground himself as he picked up his already relentless pace.

It still wasn’t enough.

Having his cum down your thighs and marks over your neck from his kisses wasn’t enough either. Your body craved all of him, including his whining and abrasive words.

Noise outside prompted him to part from you completely. Both of you fixed yourselves as best as you could in silence, avoiding looking at the other.

You followed him outside with a sense of guilt hovering over you like a dark cloud. You felt like you had just gotten out of a trance after committing the worst of the crimes.

Nightwing stopped you by yelling, “Where were you? I looked for you two everywhere.”

“We were looking for you,” Robin lied smoothly.

Nightwing’s shoulders slumped as he nodded. “Well, Zatana undid the spell.”

Suddenly Damian’s urgent voice as he said he needed you made all the sense in the world. His need for you and your need for him had been magic-induced.

Of course it had been! You two were mere acquaintances who fought all the time for the most minimal things in the world or ignored the other to the point of making people around you uncomfortable. It was a surprise that you worked well together at night.

“A lust spell, right?”

“Well, no,” Nightwing chuckled. “According to her, the spell showed people what their heart desires the most.”

Robin stiffened beside you, and you felt every drop of blood drain from your face and fall to your feet.

“Did you hear a lot of people having sex?”

“Yeah,” you croaked. “Tons of them.”

The moment you got home, you ripped your suit off and walked into the shower. You washed his cum off you, scrubbing your body twice just to make sure.

Wishing the soap could erase the marks on your neck and the memory of the way he had moaned your name, you decided to take a pill to sleep.

You hadn’t needed one of those in months, but Damian was that special. Or annoying.

God, you hated him and his stupid ego. He would surely find funny the lengths you would have to go to put this in the past.

He loved being the center of attention as much as he hated you, that was why you always tried your best to avoid him. When you didn’t avoid him, he made weird faces at you and scoffed every time you laughed.

Turning the lamp off, you hoped for the best.

Meanwhile, Damian ignored Dick’s inquiries. Why did his brother care if he was extremely quiet or if he looked like he was about to explode?

Your scent was all over him, still bewitching him, overpowering his sweat and the smell of everybody around him.

Looking down at his hands, the gloved palms that had hours before gripped and traced as much of your body as your suit had allowed him to, Damian clenched his jaw.

How could he have been so stupid? There was no other reason for you to beg him to fuck you the way you had — magic! He fucking hated magic.

But Dick’s explanation... that was worse. More stupid. He hated it too. His brother had to be wrong.

It wouldn’t be the first time someone from his family was wrong regarding magic, and Zatanna while an expert had her own biases.

Besides, his heart could have been desiring to get off the most just like yours. The two of you were busy people after all.

“Did the spell show you anything, Dami?”

The prettiest face he had seen in his entire life. “A pet demon.”

He regretted the lie the moment he said it. Damian wished a lot of things could be different. His mother would be furious if she knew how sentimental he was becoming, if she found out how often he gave into wishful thinking.

For once, he wanted to be open. But as always something was stopping him. Sometimes he wondered if he had been born to be like that or if his grandfather had simply lied.

Leaving the cave the moment he was dismissed, he trotted upstairs almost praying Dick wouldn’t follow him.

He couldn’t stop replaying the way you clung to him, or the harshness of your kiss. It had felt real, and too perfect to be happening to him all at once.

But you hated him, everybody and their mother knew that.

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Barbara had never been subtle around you. There had never been a need for such a thing — she was like the older sister you never had, you two carried the other’s secrets and burdens.

Back when you met her, barely as a teen, she provided a safe place you only had ever dreamt of having. You vowed to give it all back; she deserved it.

“What’s up with the turtleneck?” She asked, unsubtly so with her bright eyes on your neck.

“I have a cold,” you feigned a rasp. Perhaps this secret wouldn’t be shared.

“Mmmh. Really?” She poured herself a cup of coffee. “Dick said Damian was feeling under the weather too.”

Yup. Definitely not sharing. It would be embarrassing. She had always had the theory that you were in love with Damian just because you complained about him on a weekly basis.

It was like she had never met him.

In a way, the theory was correct. But it lacked a lot of details — a spell had confirmed it from all things. It sounded ironic, quite suitable to your situation.

“Flu season, I guess.”

It was a bad lie. Everybody knew when flu season arrived because Tim started getting a stuffy nose and limiting his consumption of Red Bull in order to drink more water.

”Did the spell from the other night show you anything?”

You faked a cough, shaking your head. “I was busy on patrol.”

“I was too and I saw Dick.”

“That’s just wishful thinking, Babs. It’s cute, though.”

Her not seeing Dick would have surprised you. They had known each other for years, gone through so much together... most people wanted what they had.

“Is there a particular reason why you’re lying to me?”

You wrapped your fingers around your mug. The heat transferring from the ceramic to your palm reminded you of Damian’s breath on your lips.

Taking a gulp of coffee, you blinked rapidly. “You don’t think it’s cute?”

She rolled her eyes. “Everybody saw something. It’s how those spells work.”

“There must be something wrong with me.”

There really had to be something awfully wrong with you. Saying out loud that you wanted Damian more than anything in the world terrified you.

It was a normal thing. Not wanting him specifically, but wanting someone — everybody craved attention and love at some level, you just happened to crave Damian’s at every single one.

He was the problem, not you.

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Movie marathons weren’t something Damian really cared for, but they were better than hearing his father complain about minor things like if he had ruined a goon’s lungs or whatever.

Alfred called it bonding time which he supposed was a fair assessment. He found Tim’s taste in movies quite good, and now he didn’t get the urge to strangle his slightly older brother in his sleep.

His stepmother was there too. Selina had been the reason why Bruce shifted his ways, she urged him to either find a balance or stop adding people to the team.

Duke made him pass a bowl of popcorn to Tim who did the same to Stephanie. The bowl landed on Dick who was on the row behind them, just next to Jason.

Getting more comfortable on his seat, his eyes fell on the empty spot to Duke’s right. Cassandra used to sit there until one afternoon Duke couldn’t seem to shut up and she asked you to switch places. You always went with the things Duke said, sometimes even asked his opinion.

Damian complained once, telling his sister to suck it up next time. But Cassandra would never do something he told her to, that was perhaps why she was his favorite.

Everyone around him was in an amazing mood which he didn’t understand. Bruce had just tried to tell a joke, and Jason was mocking how dumb it was.

Selina laughed loudly, in that way people did when they felt genuinely happy. At least that was what he supposed; Damian wasn’t sure he had ever experienced happiness.

The sound of an approaching wheelchair made his ears perk up. Not a single pair of shoes could be heard against the floor. Fighting a frown, he turned to look at the door.

Barbara waved at all of them with a smile, maneuvering her wheelchair to sit next to Dick’s seat. Craning his neck with the excuse of saying hi, Damian watched her give Dick a chaste kiss.

“Where’s (Nickname)?” Dick asked, lifting his arm to rest it on the back of Barbara’s chair.

“She said she was feeling sick. Although...” Barbara giggled, leaning onto Dick’s arm. “I heard the voice of a guy in the background so she might have company.”

Damian felt sick upon hearing such a thing. First, you had asked to be paired up with Duke for patrol and now this? It was too much even for your pettiness — granted, he had planned on putting more distance between you two, but he hadn’t gone around trying to find someone to erase you.

The thought never crossed him, not for a single moment. He had wondered why he wished to cling to a memory when he had never been the sentimental type, but he realized that to be the entire point of deep desires.

“Well, it’s time,” Stephanie commented, “she’s been single for too long.”

“Let’s hope we don’t have to scare him off,” Selina added.

Damian stood up from the now uncomfortable seat, forcing Duke to do the same so he could leave. Duke stared at him weirdly, with worry, as if he knew something Damian didn’t want him to.

He probably did. Damian had been careless two times in a row. God, he needed to get a fucking grip. Unconsciously, he fiddled with the neck of his sweater.

“Oi,” Jason called for him, “where are you going?”

“Out,” he answered angrily. “If other... members... may skip this, why can’t I?”

Barbara and Dick shared a sideways glance.

Only telling Alfred that he would be back later, Damian followed the path towards the garage. Skipping his bike for once, finding himself thinking he wanted to take as little shortcuts as possible for whatever reason, he took his car.

Damian had always been a fan of driving. He didn’t know why, it was tedious and didn’t serve many purposes in the grand scheme of things; not to him. Ever since he learned, he took every opportunity he got to drive whichever vehicle he could get his hands on.

Having control over vehicles and machines was nice, he supposed. If people were a little bit more like said things, everything would have been easier. The world would be boring, but easier to habit.

Saving people was easy, caring about them from afar gave him enough human interaction for his standards, but he would never understand them.

And for the first time since he tried to decode his mother’s attitude, he wanted to understand someone more than anything. Perhaps that way said someone would understand him back and untangle this mess.

The building before him wasn’t welcoming. He had never put foot into that place, but he knew every single person that lived there — patrol gave him that kind of knowledge. And he did some research months ago, but no one needed to be aware of such thing.

He pressed his ear to the door he had been looking for. The dishwasher was on, but he couldn’t pick up any other sound. Damian knocked on said door three times, quickly and loudly. There was no answer so he did it again. A door slammed shut inside the apartment, a groan accompanied by a string of curses got clearer as stomps approached him.

Standing tall and straight, he felt a thrill down his spine as the lock was loudly fiddled with.

You swung the door open, rubbing your eye. He observed you had thrown a turtleneck on, upside down. Damian walked past you without invitation, analyzing the living room.

There were no clothes scattered all over the floor like he had imagined he would find.

“What are you doing here?”

He ignored you, exploring the kitchen. Damian opened the fridge, narrowing his eyes as he inspected. He did the same with the cupboards.

Shoving your bedroom door open, he found the bed undone. The TV was on, playing an old movie. He heard your steps as you followed him, repeating your question.

“Is someone from the team in danger?” You asked next.

Damian pulled your closet open, tilting his head. You could’ve been more organized, he admitted to himself, but there was nothing unusual.

Craning his neck to look at you, he inquired, “Where is he?”

“Where’s who?! What’s going on?”

He stared at you, waiting for you to crack. To his surprise, you stared back — defiant, blinking less and less as the seconds passed.

You were mad, he could tell. It only made him grow more suspicious. Tensing under your eyes, sharp instead of soft like they usually were, he scoffed; he couldn’t show he cared.

“Dude,” you insisted, “you are scaring me. What happened?”

Shaking his head, he pushed past you again and continued his search. The bathroom was warm, the mirror fogged up and tiles sprinkled with drops of water.

He turned around, watching you again. Well, your hair was wet now that he paid more attention to it...

Damian checked in the small laundry room too, but he found bottles of detergent and folded towels next to your suit. Nothing else. No one else.

“Damian—“

“Shut up.” He pointed at you with a finger.

“You are the one who came to my place to look for whatever or whoever you are searching for! Unprompted!”

He didn’t answer.

You went back to your bedroom to turn the TV off and pause the movie, resigned to the fact that he had ruined your self-care day.

No one knew you would be home that day. You had ignored everybody’s calls and avoided being active on social media just in case they were stalking you. Turns out the utmost secrecy isn’t enough to avoid Damian Wayne.

He stood in the living room, looking down at the coffee table as if expecting the furniture to turn into something else. Fixing his eyes on the centerpiece he knew Dick had given you as a gift because it reminded him of you, Damian furrowed his brows.

“Have you been alone the entire day?” He asked, feeling your presence behind him.

“My neighbor brought some cake. Other than that, yeah.”

“Barbara said you had... company.”

“I haven’t talked to Babs in days.”

Barbara had continued asking about what you saw that night with the spell, and you weren’t willing to say it still. Weeks had passed, but it felt like mere seconds had at times. It was so easy for her to ask, to assume things.

Only you knew the conflict you were feeling. She would never understand how awful it was to find out the one you desire the most is the one who likes you the least.

You had entertained the naive idea that he was in the same position, but the more you replayed what had happened, the more you convinced yourself it had been one-sided. He gave in because the release was pleasant, nothing else. People say things they don’t mean while having sex.

You had done it before, for fuck’s sake. You had faked having a good time before, who was to say Damian hadn’t done the same with you?

“Have you seen anybody else?” He blurted.

“My neighbor, I told you.”

He reformulated, “Have you had sex with anybody else?”

You considered lying, you really did. It would make the tension go away, you would have to see him around with other people but it would save you from a lot of embarrassment.

A part of you told you it was stupid, that you wouldn’t be able to take it. Much less when the people who usually took some interest in you tended to ghost you for whatever reason.

“Not since that night, if that’s what you’re asking,” you admitted.

“Good.” It slipped, but he didn’t care. He meant it, and it felt nice to say things he meant, no matter how harsh they could sound.

You rounded the room, crossing your arms as you stood in front of him. “Why are you here?”

“I was told you had company,” he repeated himself.

“And your logic was to interrupt me?”

“Yes.”

You couldn’t believe him. Did he want you to be alone and miserable your entire life?

The worst part was that you would probably be. Finding out you liked him, that you wanted to have him around, that you craved his attention, and his touch, rocked your world and shattered it.

Who would ever compare to him? His flaws were other people’s better qualities, even you who didn’t know his good side that well was aware of that.

“Do you really hate me that much? I’ve never done anything to you!”

He finally lifted his head. You wished he hadn’t, you wished you didn’t have to see anything other than anger in his handsome features. “I don’t hate you. I would make your life a living hell if I did.”

“You could’ve fooled me,” you chuckled, way more sadly than you thought yourself capable to feel regarding anything that came from him. “You roll your eyes at me every time I visit your house, Damian.”

“It’s not intended at you.”

“The scoffs sure are,” you reproached him, “and your stupid comments of how unfunny anything that makes me laugh is.”

“It’s not because of you,” he shouted. Shaking his head, vexed, he twisted his mouth as he huffed his anger out through his nose. “Cassandra’s jokes aren’t even that funny.”

“See?”

“Why don’t you laugh at mine?” He reproached now, crossing his arms to mimic your stance. “Why is it always one of my siblings or my friends who get a positive response but not me?”

“Oh, come on! You’re saying that like I didn’t come by hearing you say my name a few weeks ago!” Your words stunned him into silence which you used to your advantage. “You never tell jokes in front of me, how am I supposed to laugh at them? I always feel like shit because you only accept being around me on patrol, you entrench yourself in your room and make a point to slam the door shut just so I hear... you know what? Forget it.”

“I hate seeing you with them,” he said, wishing his words hadn’t carried that much emotion. “I always bribe people to not ask you out or to leave you alone, I have to watch you hug Jon and kiss my siblings’ faces. You’re always so damn nice until I appear... I prefer being alone than enduring your indifference.”

You widened your eyes. “You bribe people to not ask me out?!”

“Is that the only upsetting part from everything I said?” he snapped.

“No, no. Of course not. I just...”

He hummed. “It’s stupid, I know.”

“A waste of money, honestly.”

“If I didn’t, you would be with someone else right now. Probably Duke, you’ve always liked him.”

“You bribed Duke?” You let a small laugh out. “Duke? Our Duke?”

“Yes! Stop mocking me.”

“Duke knows everything, you know?” You admitted, uncrossing your arms.

You hadn’t been able to keep things to yourself for that long. Seeing Damian around suddenly hurt. The feeling had always been there, but finding out that he was your heart’s deepest desire wrecked your perception

When you told Duke, he reacted casually, as if you had told him the most obvious thing in the world. He said you and Damian were the only ones who hadn’t seen it.

“He knew certain things before I did, in fact,” you added. “Besides, I see him as a brother and he sees me as a sister.”

Damian nodded. It made sense, now Duke’s attitude seemed normal in comparison to what Damian had assumed.

He always assumed things. Bruce had told him once that he needed to learn to ask before acting out — this was the first time Damian found his father’s words useful.

“Why did you kiss me that night?”

“I believe it was more than kissing.”

“Yes.” Damian hadn’t been able to forget, he never would. “But why?”

“I felt... I don’t know how to explain it,” you confessed.

The room suddenly felt small, extremely hot. You shed the stupid turtleneck, it wasn’t like he hadn’t done the stubborn marks on your neck.

Make-up had hidden them well for a few days, and most of them had faded already, but there were two bite-marks, too big and deep, that needed more healing time.

“I was scared,” you told him, “that’s why I felt the rush to take your hand. And it was enough for a while, but then it wasn’t, I wanted you closer.”

“I couldn’t breathe. I assumed I was being poisoned. Then you took my hand and I panicked for a moment, I thought...” his voice broke.

You gave him time, trying your hardest to hide how surprised you were by hearing him like that.

“I thought you were having the same symptoms,” he rasped. “I’ve been trained to fight those things off, but you haven’t and I knew you would die. Your hand made it better for a few minutes, then I needed you closer too.”

“We can forget about it if you want,” you assured him, avoiding looking at his face in case your comment relieved him.

“I don’t.”

Damian reached for your hand in the same fashion you had that cursed —literally— night, shakily, urgently.

And in the same fashion he had, you allowed him to take it.

He brought you closer to him. You observed he looked more tired than ever, perhaps because things had been tense for the past weeks. You couldn’t have possibly looked too different.

“The spell doesn’t have to dictate this,” he said, tilting his head to look into your eyes. “It won’t. You know I don’t trust magic.”

“The spell is not the problem,” you whispered.

“I didn’t think there was a problem.”

“We have never spent time together outside of patrol, Damian.”

He sighed, nodding. “Get changed. Let’s go out.”

Only a lunatic would give their self-care day up for a guy. Well, you didn’t really care if people thought you were a lunatic, and Damian wasn’t just a guy — still, giving up the ice cream in your fridge was a sin.

A sin you were happy to commit.

Damian waited for you to get changed, patiently if anyone asked you. It had taken you a few minutes to even choose something appropriate, based on his own outfit because that was just logic.

He slipped his cellphone into his pocket while you locked the door. As you turned around to take off, he offered his hand.

You took it, intertwining your fingers with his as you walked down the hallway. In the middle of the stairway, you bumped into one of your neighbors who smiled sweetly at both of you. To your surprise, Damian smiled back.

Also surprised to discover he hadn’t taken his bike, you bowed as a thank you when he opened the door of his car for you.

“Do you want to put some music on?” he offered.

“You pick,” you said, curious as to what he would play.

You could’ve sworn he was nervous as he stared down at his phone, looking for something to play. He scrolled down, then up — he switched apps, then continued scrolling.

“I’m not picky.” Your tone was soft, an attempt to assure him.

“I don’t really listen to a variety of genres.”

“What do you listen to the most?”

“Classical. My mother got me used to it.”

You rested the side of your head on the backrest of the seat, looking at him. “You can play that if you want. Or we can just talk about the weather and whatnot. I think it might rain tonight. You like rain, right?”

He locked his cellphone, turning to face you. “Yes. It calms me.”

“I hated it as a kid,” you disclosed, hoping it would ease the tension and better his mood. “I was scared of thunderstorms.”

Igniting the engine, he prompted you to continue, “Not anymore?”

“No. My mom used to tell me that the only reason why they were so noisy was that the sky was happy to unwind and eventually I believed it.”

“That’s cute.”

“I had a phase in which I was in a bad mood if it didn’t rain.” You laughed at your own comment. “Now I like it just fine, less obsessively.”

“I had a similar fixation with snow.” He laughed too, and your stomach did somersaults — it was the first time you had heard him laugh genuinely.

Damian didn’t talk about life at The League often, he didn’t feel compelled when he knew the preconceptions that came with simply mentioning the place or his maternal family.

In fact, everything Batman Inc.’s members knew had been from Bruce. He liked the secrecy, those were parts of him and no one else. But he was willing to share tiny pieces with you.

He saw it as something supposed to be shared between two people interested in starting a relationship.

So he continued, “I would only climb mountains if they were covered by snow. My mother called me a brat many times, but she gave into my wishes for a while.”

“How did you grow out of it?”

“I broke my elbow.” He briefly looked to the side and then took a turn. “I proved her right, and I didn’t like not having the last word so I started despising the snow. I don’t mind it now.”

Before you could ask anything else, he pulled into the grocery store’s parking lot.

He picked a basket once inside the store, making a motion for you to follow him.

“What are we buying?”

“Fruit and whatever you want for a picnic.”

Realizing you weren’t near the fruits aisle, you gripped his sweater, steering him to the other side. Of course he wasn’t used to doing groceries.

He silently allowed you to guide him which was a win, Damian hated being told what to do no matter how small the suggestion was.

It didn’t take either of you too long to get everything you needed, but he spent ten minutes choosing a blanket as if he wouldn’t ruin the poor thing with mud and insects.

Passing the clothing area on your way to do checkout, you elbowed him on the side. He stared down at you, then followed your eyes as he realized they were fixed on something.

Damian groaned. “You’re so funny.”

“Oh, come on! You’re telling me you wouldn’t buy Batman underwear?”

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

“I am not.”

You narrowed your eyes, keeping your laugh in when you saw what resembled a pout on his face. “Robin’s?” you tried.

“Perhaps.”

You lost it at that. “Are they comfy?”

“Will you stop laughing if I say yes?”

“Only if it’s the truth.”

He just nodded, then did the gesture upward so you would resume the path towards the exit.

Pleased with his answer, you walked towards the checkout line. Damian stood behind you, breathing your scent in.

“Is that a new perfume?”

You craned your neck. “How did you know?”

Shrugging, hoping he was being nonchalant enough, he said, “I have a good nose.”

After a brief fight over who would pay for the groceries, —which he won by saying it had been his idea—, you left the store in direction of the park.

Your hand found his naturally, as if your palm’s place was to be pressed against his bigger one.

It felt good, but not really because of that bullshit —true, but bullshit still when magic was so unpredictable— of him being what your heart desired the most. The truth was that you could feel in his grip how much he wanted this to go well.

Swinging your clasped hands, you walked around the park, looking for the perfect spot to sit at.

You found a spot away from the kids running around, against a tree. Damian laid the blanket on the grass, placing the paper bags onto it next.

He slid an arm around your shoulders, using his other hand to eat.

“Do you think your family is already spying on us?” you asked gazing at him as you leaned onto his arm.

“I am certain.”

“You don’t mind?”

He lightly smiled at you, reaching for a strawberry. “Not at all. Do you?”

“Nah. I’m not looking forward to Barbara’s teasing, though.”

“Why did she tell us you had a guy over?” He bit down into the fruit.

“She has always said I have feelings for you.” You wiped the corner of his mouth with your thumb. It never occurred to either of you that you would need napkins. “And I guess she put two and two together when we covered our necks and used the same excuse.”

“In my defense, I could have blamed Tim.”

“In my defense,” you copied his smart-ass tone, “I didn’t want to talk about it.”

“You told Duke from all people.”

“Duke was supportive.”

Damian hummed sarcastically. “I’m sure everybody knows the details already. He loves to gossip.”

Seeing you frown before you turned to look to the other side, he reached for your farthest cheek, softly pushing your face so you would stare at him.

“I don’t care if they know.”

You wished you could have believed him. “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have avoided me the same way I avoided you.”

“I cared,” he clarified, “not anymore.”

“What changed?”

“Me, my priorities… my vision of you, of this.”

You took an apple in your hand. Rolling the fruit in your grasp, you only nodded. Saying something else would have been nice, appropriate even, but words escaped you.

The fact that he didn’t hate you was still pretty new, shocking to some extent. His willingness to be seen with you by family and strangers alike was a huge compliment, and a big deal.

It was too serious so suddenly… you liked it no matter how scary it was. There had to be a reason why he felt so sure about this, and trusting Damian had never been a bad idea.

Except from that time when you ended up with stitches all over your arm, but you could let that go if it meant having him by your side. As corny as it sounded.

“Meetings will be weird, won’t they?” You sunk your teeth into the apple, hearing him chuckle.

“Less awkward, I hope. Although I enjoy vexing my siblings.”

“We can have fake fights in front of them if you want.”

“And blame them for our nonexistent problems?”

“Of course, I’m sure they will try to give their input either way.”

Damian groaned. He feared just that. It would be out of a place of care, he knew, but it didn’t make it less intrusive — he could picture Dick, sitting down in front of him in the cave, with a big smile and dangling his finger as he told him the way he was supposed to treat you.

He liked to imagine that Cassandra would only threaten him. Perhaps Stephanie would do the same and stop Tim from patronizing him.

Not wanting to ruin the moment by thinking what would Jason and Duke do, he shifted and changed the subject to the movie you had been watching earlier.

You explained that it had been one of your favorites and told him the plot between bites, amused by the fact that he was trying to look interested even though you knew it wasn’t his type of movie.

He told you about the movies the team was supposed to watch that day. You didn’t feel guilty for skipping; as much as you loved them, you needed time for yourself.

Spending time with Damian on this occasion counted as time for yourself, although you would make yourself clear to him that you would eventually need alone time for real. It was a mere exception.

The two of you walked around the park for a while, talking about random things. He was surprisingly easy to talk to once you tried, and God did you try.

It couldn’t get better than hearing him speak casually, about the architecture nearby and the types of flora around the park, in a light tone and with his hand in yours.

Your fingers played with his, and once again you found yourself in awe of him, of how comfortable he was with the mindless gesture and his willingness to keep up with it. You doubted someone would ever surprise you as much as Damian did.

Slowing down a little bit to take the scenery in, you naturally tightened the grip of your fingers on his.

It was such a nice day to be outside… perhaps the weather cast had been wrong and it wouldn’t rain.

The city was bathed in a pink glow as the sun set, unrecognizable. No one would have guessed such scenery to take place in a deeply violent and corrupted place, not even the most optimistic person in the world.

You remembered clearly how surprised Jon had been the first time he saw something other than thundering rain and gray skies in Gotham.

Glittering under the sunlight, the flowers at the end of the playground looked alive for once as the sky stunned many around you. And when you turned to look at Damian, curious about his reaction, you found his eyes solely on you.

The trees, so green under the light of dusk, had nothing on Damian’s eyes. Such thought, so familiar that you felt as though it wasn’t the first time it crossed your mind, so natural that you found it a fact and not an opinion, made you forget about everything around you.

He continued gazing at you, finding the curiosity in your beautiful eyes flattering. Oh, how much he enjoyed being the object of your attention.

The scenery behind you was gorgeous, he was certain of it. In his opinion, you complimented the view in ways nothing would ever do — there was something in your peaceful semblance as you tore your gaze off the sky and admired him instead.

You could’ve been sharing a silent moment with the strangers around you, one of those things he had heard you say once made the world make sense, yet your eyes were on him, on his face. And it made him feel important like nothing before had.

His father’s praises, the ones he had sought for so long were nothing in comparison. Dick’s patience although fundamental to his development as a man fell short against the way your eyes were shining for him.

Twilight swirled around you, but his eyes never left your face nor yours did his. The world didn’t exist, and if it existed, then it didn’t matter — not when you found him worth all your attention, not when he thought you to be brighter than the sun itself.

The air in the car as he drove you back to your place was thick and tense. He hadn’t said a word since he told you about that time Bruce inaugurated the school across the park.

Damian looked lost in thought, like often you had seen him while out on patrol. The places his mind took him had never compromised his performance — you admired that.

Bruce had called him out an infinite amount of times, but he couldn’t do anything else when Damian always delivered. You had wondered how he did it many times, but now you had to assume Talia taught him.

He walked you into the building, fingers brushing your wrist as you fell in natural silence.

Fumbling for your keys, you felt him lean onto the wall just next to your door. You took more time than needed to open the door, hoping he would say or do something.

When he didn’t, you pushed the door open and turned on your heel to face him.

“I had an amazing day with you,” he said, eyes on yours.

You breathed out, “I did too.”

Why couldn’t the day last longer? You logically knew you would see him again, but something inside you wanted him to stay. You wanted him to stay, better said.

Would it be too bold, too sudden, to invite him in? He probably had patrol that night — hell, you were supposed to be getting into your suit at that moment instead of pondering on whether you were brave enough to imply you wanted to spend more time with him; preferably in your room, naked.

Fuck it. If he said no, you would say you had patrol either way.

“Do you want to co—“

“Yes,” he answered before you could finish the question, letting a relieved sigh out.

You pulled him into the apartment, arm around his neck as you used your other hand to close the door.

His lips fell on yours as he kissed you slowly, arms delicately around your plump form. He took his time to map your lips with his own, somewhat afraid of kissing you wrong.

Damian grew confident as you attempted to kiss him more firmly, as steadily as your giddiness allowed you to. Tasting the fruit he had eaten earlier off his tongue, you wrapped your other arm around his torso, bringing him closer.

Smiling on your lips, he angled his face, kissing you with the same urgency he had the other night.

Eagerly, he tangled his tongue with yours until both of you were panting in search of air. As you caught your breath, Damian fiddled with the ends of your turtleneck.

Clearing his throat, he asked, “Can I take this off? It’s getting in the way.”

“I can take it off—“

“I would like to do it, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t,” you assured him.

Damian slid the turtleneck off you slowly, huffing a small laugh when the blouse you were wearing under inched up. Placing the item to the side, he leaned to kiss your jaw.

Placing your hands on his sides, you slanted your head upon feeling his lips travel down to your neck.

He kissed the bite-mark left from before, softly, giving it small pecks. “Did I go overboard with this one?”

“A little bit. It’s been a pain in the ass to cover.”

“I’ll be more careful from now on,” he promised, leaving more light kisses over the area.

Your pulse quickened at the implication of his words. Damian felt the rush of blood on your jugular where he scattered wet kisses.

He trailed his lips up, breathing in your ear. You shuddered, fighting a whine as your hands looked for the hem of his crewneck sweater.

You inched the sweater up to his chest and waited for him to stand straight so you would be able to take it off. Damian was too busy kissing your face to care.

“Hey,” you did whine this time. “Damian, let me take it off.”

Smirking on your cheek, he hummed. Slowly, painfully so, he pulled away from you.

Once you had gotten rid of the sweater, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. He curled his arm around you again, wanting you flush against him.

He slid his hand down and took a handful of your ass, making you buckle your hips up. Dragging his lips to your jaw again, he said, “Your stupid suit didn’t let me do that last time.”

One of your hands stayed on his shoulder while the other landed on his hip. Your fingers played with the loops of his jeans as he continued gripping and grabbing your ass like he had never touched one.

Angling your face, you attached your lips to his neck. Damian’s grip on you tightened.

“I want to take it slow,” he whispered, “but you’re making it really hard.”

“Metaphorically?” You mouthed his throat, hand sliding down to his chest, squeezing itself between both your bodies.

“And literally,” he whined. You loved the sound, for once not demanding yet still bratty.

As your hand slipped downward, you continued kissing his neck, paying special attention to the juncture of his neck and shoulder. You hoped your lipstick wouldn’t dirty his shirt — or maybe you hoped it would, both were fine with you.

Damian put some space between you, understanding what you were trying to do. While you undid his jeans, he undid yours, considering it would be better to get rid of everything on his way now that he was still feeling patient.

Shoes and socks off, the two of you shed your jeans without care of where they landed. Now the living room’s floor truly was covered in scattered items of clothing and this time Damian enjoyed the view.

“Come here.” He reached for you, eyes on your chest as his hands ghosted your sides.

You looked up at him, unable to hide the enjoyment you got from his hungry eyes being all over you. Following their movements, you also observed their slow dilatation.

He inched a hand up your side. You assumed he would finally knead your breast but he merely ghosted its outline, head tilted as he watched his own hand move.

For a few moments, he only did that, almost as if he was in a trance. The warmth of your own palm on his lower abdomen as your fingers brushed the elastic of his boxers made him react.

You pushed him back, towards your bedroom, pulling the door open and shoving him inside. He smiled, lifting his arms in mock surrender.

Damian sat down on your bed, relishing into the smell of everything you owned — the bedding smelled like a mix of fabric softener and your delicious new heady perfume.

You got the urge to kiss his entire face, hands on his shoulders as he slanted his head back for you to do it comfortably. He relished on the gesture too, so spontaneous and warming.

He placed his hands on the backs of your thighs, urging you to straddle him. Watching you second guess yourself, he drew you closer to encourage you.

Giving a last kiss to his nose, you complied. Damian snaked his arms around your waist, a pleased smile pressing against your chin before he kissed your mouth.

You bit his lip, tugging on it. He crashed his lips against yours again just to then do the same himself, intentionally bitting harder than you had.

A moan escaped you. Feeling his cock twitch under your navel, you rocked your hips to watch his reaction.

His arms tightened around you as he tutted against your core. “This is the reason why I never train with you,” he groaned.

“I thought it was because I almost broke Tim’s leg once.”

“Don’t mention anyone else right now.”

Right. You had forgotten he had been jealous earlier.

Damian rolled over, switching places with you. He kissed you before you could pout, cradling your face with one hand while he held himself up with the other.

You placed a hand on his upper back while the other rested on the side of his neck, kissing him back with the same amount of passion he was kissing you.

He had you breathless in a matter of seconds, and as he broke the kiss, you saw his nostrils flare in attempts to catch his breath quickly.

Trailing kisses down your neck, he dropped his hand to your breast. This time he kneaded it, humming against your skin when you reacted with a small sound. His thumb brushed your nipple, playing with it while he busied himself with leaving marks on your chest.

So much for being careful, huh. At least those were easier to hide.

“Do you want me to eat you out?” He asked bluntly.

“If you’re in the mood.”

He kneeled on the bed, hooking his thumbs in your panties to slide them down. You lifted your hips to help him out, laughing when he threw your underwear behind him with little care.

You opened your legs for him, finding a comfortable position as he stayed there, taking all of you in, completely naked and at his mercy.

He kissed your thighs first, teasingly nibbling on them. Every time he got closer to the center, to where now you needed him instead of only wanting him, he pulled away and went back to your thigh.

Slowly, he dragged his index finger up and down your folds. Damian rested his chin on your right thigh as he watched his finger collect and smear your wetness, proud of the fact that he was the one who had made you wet. No one else.

Your breath hitched in expectant excitement as you saw him finally bury his head between your thighs. His tongue followed the same path his finger had outlined, at the same rhythm.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he praised, licking his bottom lip clean.

As he gradually increased his rhythm, licking long stripes along your folds, you got bolder and urged him to be firmer by pushing your hips upward.

He moaned against your pussy, playfully sucking your labia to let you know he got the message.

Bringing an arm up to pin your hips back down, he used his other hand to open your legs a little bit more and part your labia.

Damian pressed his tongue on your clit, moving it gently at first. He wanted to know exactly what you liked and how. It didn’t take him long to switch between using his lips and his tongue which earned him a loud moan.

His hand caressed your thigh, eventually sliding between the mattress and your body to grab your asscheek.

You whined his name, reaching down to hold the back of his head. It was clear to you that he was enjoying every sound he managed to make you blurt, and it felt really good, but you needed more.

Out of nowhere, he tugged on your hips to slide you down the bed. Kneeling on the floor, he sucked fervently on your clit.

You fisted the duvet, begging him to keep going. Damian complied happily, mouth latched on your clit as your pussy swallowed his moans and the four walls of your bedroom made yours bounce.

They were music to his ears and his entire body. He could feel the tingling all over him, excitement and pride flowing through his bloodstream.

Massaging your ass, he couldn’t help but chuckle upon feeling both your hands on his head now. He allowed you to push his face farther in, not once slowing down.

Your hips bucked up and instead of restraining you, he moved with you. If you moved up he did down and vice versa. You got louder and he marveled at how responsive you were to him.

He growled, gripping your ass with force as he sucked on your clit until his cheeks were hollow. He let go only to repeat the motion, letting his tongue wander when he needed a break.

You tugged on his hair, squealing. Your body tensed in his grasp, prompting him to continue with his ministrations. Feeling the tremor in your legs as you tried to settle back down on the bed, he started lapping tenderly.

You caressed his hair, panting with your eyes closed. Damian lifted his head, hands softly dancing over your thighs as he stood up.

Feeling him hover over you, you opened your eyes albeit with a little difficulty. His mouth and chin glistened with your slick, wanton eyes inspecting your semblance.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” you rasped before clearing your throat.

He caressed your sweaty cheek. “Later.”

“Bu—“

He shut you up with a kiss. “Later, please? I just want to be inside you.”

Nodding against him, you kissed him again. Tasting yourself off his tongue was addictive. You held him still for a moment, licking your slick off his gorgeous face.

Damian growled, deep and loud this time, hands already on your waist. “Should I wear a condom this time?”

“No. Unless you want to?”

He shook his head. He didn’t want a single thing to keep him from feeling you fully. Damian stood from the bed. “Get on all fours.”

You rolled on your side first to then do as he had told you, holding your breath as you waited for him to stand behind you.

He rested a hand on your hip. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” you gave him your consent.

Damian entered you slowly, little by little, less worried about hurting you and more about making you feel every inch of him as his cock filled you.

You breathed out through a whine. He gave you time to adjust to his size, leaning to kiss the scar on your back.

Wanting to stay like that forever, you waited more than you should have to. If he was aware, he decided to be patient — such thing only made you grow wetter.

“Go ahead,” you told him, hoping you didn’t sound too desperate.

Reaching over, he gripped your hands. “You feel amazing, beloved.” He kissed your shoulder, nibbling on your skin as he rocked his hips.

God, you didn’t know if his comment had been what flattered you or the pet name. Either way, hearing them was as amazing as the way he felt inside you, filling you like no one before him had.

His hands left yours. He opted for placing them firmly on your hips and thrust into you steadily, keeping you from moving too much.

Humming in pleasure, you held the edge of the bed in anticipation. He went faster exponentially, calculating every single one of his thrusts.

Having control over his thrusts and the movement of your hips was nice and all, but he needed you closer.

Slapping your thigh, he croaked out, “On your back.”

You missed his girth the second he parted from you so you could change positions, it made you feel empty.

Damian helped you get comfortable, holding your thighs open before you got the urge to rub them. He smirked when you glared at him, hand leaving one of your legs to hold his cock.

He penetrated you again, bottoming out immediately as he made himself comfortable on top of you.

“Fuck, Damian!”

His hips snapped forward involuntarily. Both of you moaned at the same time, he pushed against your g-spot and you throbbed around him.

His movements were rougher like this, wilder. It was as though he wanted to prove a point to himself, you didn’t know which and you didn’t care as long as he fucked you like he needed to be inside you in order to be complete.

“Say my name again,” he rasped the command.

And how could you deny him? You repeated his name as many times as your moans allowed you like a broken chant.

Damian’s pace got quicker every time he heard his name fall from your lips, a tad uneven as he allowed himself to get lost in the pleasure the mix of everything was bringing him — your walls gripping his cock, your hoarse moans and the angelic way honey dripped from your voice when you called for him.

You dragged your nails all over his back, moaning and whimpering in his ear. He was so loud in your own ear, saying things in Arabic that you couldn’t understand in such a fervent tone that you weren’t sure if you would come because he was fucking you into oblivion or because of his strained voice.

Hearing your name slip in his prayer-like monologue, you cried out upon feeling your stomach get tighter. You clung to his shoulders, letting him ram into you in unsteady thrusts that went from slow to hammering in seconds.

His tongue slipped, Damian started switching between languages. Grip on you tightening to the point of being bruising, he begged, “I need you to come first, please. I— shit.” He dropped his head into the crook of your neck as you wrapped your legs around his hips, clenching around him.

You threw your head back, arching up to meet his latest thrust as your orgasm flew through you. Distantly, you processed a few of the sounds you were making and some of the ones you were elating from him.

Strings of hot cum covered your walls. He growled on your skin, saying your name and something you couldn’t really understand.

You let him ride off his orgasm inside you, hearing the mess he was making as the wet sounds from your slick and his cum mingled. His mouth covered yours in a tired kiss, lazy and with a hint of the tenderness he had put to the side even though his intentions had been different.

Once the two of you had caught your breaths and he had made an even bigger mess, you pulled the bedding off the mattress and threw everything into the washing machine.

He was all over you as the two of you shared a shower, so close that scrubbing off took you way longer than it should have.

In all honesty, you didn’t mind. You were too happy to complain about his annoying little antics that you couldn’t wait to get used to.

”Should we suit up?” You asked him, watching the water drip down his chest like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“They can manage without us for a night.”

“You want to skip patrol?”

Drying his arms, he copied your tone, “You don’t want to spend more time alone with me?”

“Of course I do,” you replied immediately. “But you love patrol.”

He stood still, somewhat stiff in front of you. “Not enough, it seems.”

You dropped the topic at that and went on with drying your body.

He only put his underwear back on while you slipped a pair of panties and a t-shirt, awkwardly trying to find something to change the topic.

“Do you want some ice cream? I have a tub in the freezer.”

“Sounds good.”

A nice moment you shared, silently eating ice cream. He sat close to you the entire time, brushing your side.

It felt natural, as though you were supposed to be doing that and not anything else. Patrol could wait, and his family, and your friends, and the entire world.

The world stopped so you two could enjoy the moment, the day. Or perhaps it didn’t and you just couldn’t bring yourself to give this up for it — but he couldn’t either and that meant everything to you.

Damian never skipped patrol, he hadn’t done it in the worst moments of his life and you never expected to see the day in which he would find something more worthwhile.

You found a clean sheet for the bed in the laundry room which saved you from having to squeeze yourself with Damian on the couch. Maybe it was time to get a bigger one.

He rested his head on your stomach, cheek against your belly as he looked up at you. You could tell he wanted to say something, his brow was ever so slightly furrowed, and his eyes seemed clouded by a thought. He looked pretty nonetheless.

He traced his fingers over your thigh, drawing little doodles. You could make some up by feel — a flower, a bat, his name, a few stars, his name again, an R inside a circle, a heart, his name for the third time.

“I think I would’ve broken my oath to my father if you had had someone over.”

You slid your hand off his hair to caress his cheek, too worried to hide your frown. Damian took his promises and oaths seriously, more seriously than anything else. You had seen his family use said thing against him.

“It wouldn’t have been worth it,” you tried to reason with him. “It wouldn’t have changed anything.”

“Would you have gotten mad at me?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “It would’ve depended on a lot of things. Without context, obviously, but...” Realizing you were about to make up excuses for something that hadn’t even happened, you decided to ask, “Why are you still thinking about that?”

“I don’t want you to forget about me. Ever.”

“Are you planning to say goodbye or something of sorts?”

“No!” He glared at you for even considering such a thing to be a possibility after everything the two of you had talked about, after everything you had made him feel. ”But I...” Damian scoffed. “I can’t explain to you how horrible it felt. My eyesight clouded the moment Stephanie said it was time for you to start seeing someone.”

“Jealousy does that to us.” You tried to sound wise by saying it, an attempt you found quite pointless as you replayed it in your head.

Silently, he lifted his head off your stomach in order to lay down next to you. Shifting so he would be comfortable, you held your head up with your hand to properly gaze at him.

Damian mirrored your position. He told you, in a hushed tone like it was his deepest secret, “I felt like you were replacing me.”

Stephanie only had said that because it was the truth. Your relationships always fizzled out after the first two months so you had stopped trying. Then there was the fact that Damian himself had sabotaged who knows how many of them...

From her perspective, it made sense.

“Damian...” you trailed off, in vain. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell me you won’t.”

“I won’t replace you as long as you don’t replace me.”

You thought he would find the comment insulting even though it was perfectly sound. But for God knows which time that day, Damian surprised you by scoffing with nonchalance.

Dismissing your worry, he slid closer to you, resting his forehead against your flexed arm. “I couldn’t possibly be happy without your perfume all over me.”

Grabbing him by the hair, you forced him to lift his head. His eyes found yours in a second, curious. You dropped your hand to his neck, sliding it up to his cheek.

Giving him the sweetest kiss you had ever given, tracing the side of his gorgeous face tenderly, you hoped you were doing a good job expressing what you wanted to communicate.

You were. He gave you in return the brightest smile you had seen in your entire existence. It was all for you, something you had caused, something you wanted to see for the rest of your life.

Damian pulled you onto his chest, laying on his back. He mindlessly ran his fingers over your side and up and down your back while you listened to his steady heartbeat.

You couldn’t possibly feel complete without him ever again.

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So I've been noticing a lot of people interested in JaunexNeo and I was wondering what is the appeal, if the people following this post might be able to explain to me?

Thats ok I was JUST screaming about it (all day really) and this may give me a good opportunity to let all my fangirling out about these two, so thank you very much about the ask!

TBH It all starts by the fact they both lost a REALLY precious person during the fall of beacon, and since then carry a red memento with them to remind themselves of the person they lost. (For Neo it's Torchwick's hat, while Jaune carries Pyrrha's red scarf (and he melted the gold of her weapons into his weapons but shh)

They both have been pursuing vengueance for the ones they lost since beacon, both their first instinct was to blame Cinder dor it too! And while Jaune had the support of his friends and loved ones and started to move away from that thirst for vengueance since vol 5, realizing his true purpose is more in the lines of supporting his friends and save the world through the process, Neo didn't have that luck since she's alone. She got lied to and got used by Cinder.

Now: BEWARE OF A BIT OF SPOILERS FOR THE END OF V8 ON THE FOLLOWING BIT:

There's a lot of hoping that since both fell into the ✨ Magic Island✨ alongside team RWBY, and that since they're the only ""main characters"" who fell there outside of team RWBY, they may find eachother and have some kind of heart to heart about the people they lost, that she will realize shes been helping the same people who caused Torchwick's death and begrudgingly join team RWBY and finally get that support she's been craving all this time.

(Of course this will most probably happen AFTER Neo kicks Jaune's ass but shh we all want to get a lil kicked by her so no real harm)

Of course, moving away from wishful thinking about how v9 will go, their arcs DO have a lot of things in common, specially with the losing a loved one and coping with the grief and loneliness their loss caused, but what's funny is that their latest character designs also have a lot of things in common!

Now i know what youre thinking: "WHAT!? noooo!!" But it's true. I tell you, who goes into a screaming-into-my-pillow-because-what-the-actual-fuck spree every time i draw them together.

To begin with, both their character designs share a LOT of colors: lots of white, black and that one splash of red on both. LOTS of brown on both. Jaune just uses the white on TOP of the black/brown while Neo wears brown on TOP of the white (you know, as if signaling she still has good inside of her) the only colors they dont share are Jaune's orange that peeks from inside his shirt vs Neo's pink details.

(they both have the SAME shade of brown actually, like ouch!) And the biggest difference between them is that Jaune's armor is lined by Golden details, while Neo's jacket is lined with silver details. (You know. Soon and moon bs. Which RWBY is known to shove into all their main couples smh)

And some smaller shape-design details like, they both have something big attached to their upper arm (similarly shaped as well), both have long gloves, both wear thight pants and boots, both have their shirt/armor shape in an inverted triangle right above the belly button.........

Their weapons are even alike: both have a shield and a sword, in the loose sense of things.... Both the swords going sheated inside the shield.... weapons which they both lost right before the fall in v8....

*SCREAMS*

Like-- CRWBY THERE'S NO EXPLANATION FOR THIS UNLESS YOU'RE MAKING THEM MIRROR EACHOTHER ON PURPOSE HHHHH

Anyways i hope my rambling helped you understand a little more about the canonical, more serious reasons to ship them!

Of course, great part of me just wants Tiny Badass Neo to top our Loveable Himbo Jaune, ((As if you couldn't tell by me drawing Neo sitting on top of him with murder eyes. Twice.)) But that's a talk for another day!

#silentknight #neo politan #jaune arc #rwby #neo x jaune #isa's asks #isa's ramblings #meta #rambling about character designs #dont @ me i am obsessed

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mianmian gets to the lan sect lectures, discovers very quickly that every one of her peers has decided to use this time to figure out how quickly they can get into bed with someone of the opposite sex, and decides almost immediately that she has to pick a suitably unattainable guy to have a crush on.

the thing is, mianmian is lanling jin’s head disciple. she is capable, intelligent, and very very gay. the last of these things she isn’t exactly keen on telling people yet for a variety of reasons up to and including jin zixuan will be so awkward and stubbornly supportive about it and she doesn’t know how to deal with that yet

so when her friends giggle over the other young masters and finally turn to mianmian-- who’s trying to memorize at least some of the fifty-thousand rules before their quiz tomorrow--and they ask her, “who do you like, mianmian?” she says the name that she carefully picked out of a handful of options.

“lan-er-gongzi,” she says, without looking up from her textbook, and she assumes that will be the end of it. 

lan wangji is both incredibly attractive and unrelentingly resistant to all attempts to flirt with him. she, like half the other female cultivators, can moon over him (or pretend to moon over him) all they want and nothing will come of it. it’s perfect. she’s a genius. the worst she’ll have to do now is pretend to be infatuated with him when her friends start gossiping. it’s fool proof.

spoiler: it’s not

it’s not, no, because her friends are horrible and immediately start gossiping about it to everyone, and usually mianmian wouldn’t care but then jin zixuan finds out. jin zixuan, whose marriage complex is being brought to center stage with the forced proximity to his bride-to-be. jin zixuan, who for some reason decided he has to live his stolen crush-addled youth vicariously through his only real friend that isn’t related to him. jin zixuan, who for some godforsaken reason takes it upon himself to contrive situations for mianmian and lan wangji to be alone together incessantly.

it unfortunately takes mianmian longer than she would like to figure out what’s happening. she’d give herself a break for it-- she was being responsible and studying, thank you very much-- but she doesn’t have much sympathy for her own stupidity seeing as she’s currently locked in a section of the lan library with the second jade of lan

and suddenly, suddenly she’s just so fucking tired. of studying, yeah, the tests here are brutal and there’s no one to bribe to make sure she doesn’t lose points on stupid things, but also tired of lying to the people she loves and tired of training this hard and being an amazing cultivator only for people to care more about her eventual marriage-- to a man of all things!-- and also, let’s be real here, she’s been in lectures with beautiful capable intelligent women for like months and she’s losing her gay ass mind

and so maybe, possibly, as she’s locked in a library with a clearly confused and annoyed second jade of lan she kind of, momentarily, loses it and rants all of this at his steadily widening eyes

at the end of it, she realizes with no small amount of panic that she’s just confessed not only her attraction to women but the fact that she’s been letting wen qing’s ears of all things distract her from her studies. if anything, she’s sure lan wangji will fault her for inattention

but the second jade of lan, after a drawn-out moment filled only with mianmian’s labored breathing and rising panic, simply says, “i understand.”

mianmian stops. she squints. she tilts her head. she squints some more. lan wangji’s ears go pink and just like that she realizes -- “you’re a cut-sleeve.”

lan wangji’s ears go even pinker. he doesn’t nod, or agree, or outwardly react in any way, but mianmian is a capable, intelligent cultivator, and she’s sure of it.

mianmian sighs with a relief she didn’t know she could feel. “thank the gods.”

lan wangji doesn’t seem to know what to make of this response, or mianmian’s increasingly frequent trips to the library following their conversation, or mianmian’s staunch determination to befriend the guy, but that’s alright. mianmian is old hat at befriending awkward sect heirs by this point.

it’s not like lan wangji expressed any desire for her friendship, but the prospect of not being the only one with absolutely no interest in the straight shenanigans happening at gusu lan summer camp is enough to let mianmian ignore his obvious confusion. lan wangji is a great listener and only sometimes blushes when mianmian waxes poetic about the beautiful women she’s forced to surround herself with every day

“no but you don’t understand,” mianmian insists, alone in the library with lan wangji, “jiang-guniang asked me to help her with a sword form. i put my hands on her waist. i said something idiotic bc she was so pretty and right there and then she laughed. lan wangji. i’m in love.”

“yesterday you were in love with wen-guniang,” lan wangji says as he impassively turns a page in his book. “has this changed?”

“no, i’m in love with both of them. all of them. lan wangji. they’re all so pretty all the time. it’s horrible.”

lan wangji presses his lips into a firmer line, which mianmian’s come to understand means he’s repressing a smile. “i’m sorry to hear it brings luo-guniang such trouble.”

mianmian groans, fairly undignified, but that’s a lost cause with lan wangji at this point anyway. “i swear, if jin zixuan says one more bad thing about her i’m going to punch him and marry her myself.”

lan wangji says, “mn,” which mianmian takes to mean that he supports her in this line of thinking, which she finds both quite sweet and ridiculously funny.

grinning, she teases, “lan-er-gongzi, if i do end up marrying jiang-guniang, will you bear witness to our elopement?”

lan wangji’s lips press again, this time in the way that means he’s repressing a frown. “jiang-guniang’s brothers wouldn’t allow for an elopement,” he says.

mianmian huffs. “as if yunmeng or lanling will deign to host our wedding.”

lan wangji appears to ponder this for a moment before he says, “gusu will host it,” and it’s at that moment that mianmian realizes she’s actually gone and fucking befriended the second jade of lan.

what is her life.

of course, it’s not long after that that she goes to find jin zixuan and explain that she can’t make their weekly sparring match today because she has plans with lan wangji (jiang yanli tenderly brushed some of mianmian’s hair away from her forehead while they were working on sword forms and if mianmian doesn’t tell someone about it she’s literally going to explode) and she’s trying to be as polite as possible only for jin zixuan to scoff and pout (”i don’t pout”) and say, “i never took you for one of those women who throw themselves so wantonly at a man”

it’s only for having been friends with this absolutely horrible communicator for most of her life that she doesn’t immediately punch him in the face. “what did you just say to me,” she demands, but jin zixuan just sets his jaw and looks away, flushing down his neck in the way his mother describes as unbecoming and--

and mianmian suddenly realizes that her ridiculous best friend is jealous of lan wangji. 

(in a friend way, of course, he’s like her brother, the one time his mother implied that he ought not get too close to women in case it jeopardizes his betrothal to jiang yanli, he insisted he didn’t have any female friends repeatedly as his mother delicately danced around outright saying mianmian’s name until finally she broke and jin zixuan was basically like huh?? mianmian doesn’t count?? she made me eat dirt like six times when we were kids)

the sheer ridiculousness of jin zixuan, to set her up with a guy and then get jealous when she spends all her time with him

and fuck her, but she loves her stupid awkward ridiculous sect heir best friend and she doesn’t want him to think she’s gone and left him for someone else (gods know jin zixuan’s loyalty complex rivals his marriage one (on second thought the two might be connected)) and so, after making a few quick decisions, mianmian grabs her stupid best friend by the wrist and pulls him to the library

he protests all the way there, but he’s been letting her drag him wherever she wants since they were five and it isn’t as if he’s going to break the pattern now. she drags him to the library and sits him down across a startled lan wangji and then finally breaks and gushes about jiang-guniang’s fingertips brushing her forehead and doesn’t look at jin zixuan once the whole time

lan wangji, on the other hand, sends jin zixuan frequent glances, as if worried on mianmian’s behalf, which is super sweet and also how the fuck did mianmian get two awkward sect heirs to care about her platonically wtf. she spares a thought for her poor auntie, who would’ve loved to have a sect heir care about her niece in much less platonic ways.

at the end of mianmian’s rant, jin zixuan is blinking quite a lot. “you like women?” he asks. he’s always been a bit slow on the uptake. mianmian nods. “you like jiang-guniang?”

mianmian shrugs. “more or less. she’s just really pretty and i’m dying about it. it’s fine.”

lan wangji says, “mn,” sympathetically and jin zixuan continues to gape.

mianmian winces. “you’re not going to be weird about this, are you?”

jin zixuan shakes his head quickly. “no, no-- of course not, i--you know that i--you’re my best friend, i don’t care--what does it matter to me, who you want to--to touch your hair.”

it’s probably the most awkward sentence he’s said to her in years, but possibly more articulate than she’d been expecting. it makes her tear up regardless and she punches him in the shoulder to hide it, and that’s basically how the three of them start hanging out in the library nearly every day after lecture.

sometimes they go to the sparring ground, bc who’s better sparring practice than the second jade of lan? and sometimes (once or twice) mianmian manages to convince lan wangji to join her and jin zixuan for lunch in caiyi town when they don’t have lecture, but mostly they meet in a secluded part of the library where mianmian can rant about how pretty all the women at lectures are, jin zixuan can turn pink whenever she mentions jiang-guniang, and lan wangji can “mn” and nod sympathetically at all the right parts

and mianmian thinks that’s going to be the end of it, they’re just going to be friends now and everything else will move on as usual, bc by some ridiculous trick of fate lan wangji and jin zixuan seem to like each other. which makes sense in hindsight bc they’re both awkward sect heirs who care about cultivation and people a lot even if they’re not great at showing it 

(and he’d never say it but mianmian thinks jin zixuan’s easy acceptance of her liking women is probably the first time lan wangji’s ever seen someone accept that kind of thing before (maybe, possibly, other than his brother, lan xichen seems really cool, even if he does smile kind of intensely at mianmian whenever he happens upon her hanging out with his little brother.))

so they’re friends, they’re unexpected friends, and sometimes lan wangji even makes jokes in that dry deadpan way of his and sometimes jin zixuan doesn’t completely trip over his own words and manages to act like a normal human being and mianmian gets two idiots to care about and a perfect place to vent her womanly frustrations, and she thinks that’s the end of it and then wei wuxian accosts her after lectures one day

“do you like lan zhan?” he asks accusingly, eyes narrowed to slits. “what am i even asking, of course you like lan zhan, but do you like-like him?”

mianmian thinks sadly to herself that she’s much too into women to be dealing with all these men’s emotional problems. “lan wangji is my friend,” she says, carefully sidestepping wei wuxian, who continues to squint at her suspiciously. really, he’d been amusing when he flirted with her, but this? this is just ridiculous.

“does he know that?” wei wuxian asks. “because if he doesn’t, that’s just leading him on, and it’s really not nice to--”

“lan wangji knows we’re friends,” she says, trying to enunciate to get her point across clearly. “you can ask him, if you don’t believe me.”

wei wuxian squints a moment longer before he turns and flounces off. mianmian thinks this is the end of it until she’s accosted again after dinner with, “he said you were friends!”

for some reason, wei wuxian seems even more troubled by this than earlier. mianmian tries to suppress her eyeroll. “i told you he would?”

“but how,” wei wuxian says, suddenly whining. “i’ve been trying to be his friend for months and he refuses to acknowledge me.”

oh, mianmian realizes with a quickly dawning horror. she and lan wangji are not the only cut-sleeves at cloud recesses this summer. (she has suspicions, of course, but no confirmations on any of the others, but this. wow.)

she also realizes, decides really, that she has enough repressed sect heirs in her life and she cannot deal with wei wuxian’s cut-sleeve crisis or his evidently large attachment to lan wangji right now. she turns decisively and walks the fuck away. not her problem.

the lectures end eventually, of course, and mianmian and jin zixuan return to lanling with a horde of golden robed disciples, freshly deflowered and not all together more learned. it’s what, she thinks grimly, their sect leader would want.

the first few weeks go by and she realizes that she’s missed unloading about her frequent and fast falling-in-loves. jin zixuan just doesn’t sympathize right, bless him, and so mianmian takes to writing letters. she sends two without receiving a reply and just starts to write the third when a letter with the gusu symbol is delivered to her room.

she’s almost expecting to find a single mn written on the page-- she would’ve been delighted with just that, actually, the sheer hilarity of such a thing-- but instead she finds several pages filled with lan wangji’s perfect calligraphy.

it’s more than he’s ever spoken out loud, but it seems that propriety dictated that he return mianmian’s extensive letter with one of his own and he’s done so admirably. he responds to the events mianmian detailed in her letters-- most succinctly summarized as, woman are gorgeous and i’m dying-- and then writes about his own life in cloud recesses. apparently, he went on a little night hunt with wei wuxian and also nie huaisang and jiang cheng were involved? seriously, mianmian misses out on all the fun.

he’s also apparently taken in some rabbits, which mianmian immediately decides she needs to see. lan wangji, sitting prim and proper, with a bunch of rabbits in his lap? amazing. wei wuxian would die on sight, she’s sure of it.

he also ends his letter with a warning about qishan wen that has mianmian frowning. she takes it to jin zixuan who reads the paragraph and frowns. “i’ll talk to my father about it,” he says, which she can tell by his hunched shoulders he doesn’t expect to do much.

“talk to your father’s general too,” she suggests, because that man at least thinks with his head and not his dick.

jin zixuan nods but doesn’t hand back the letter. he skims it instead with a barely concealed surprise at lan wangji’s previously hidden expansive vocabulary. mianmian snorts and grabs the letter back. “you can write to him yourself, you know.”

jin zixuan flushes down his neck. “i know!” he insists and then turns and runs away because he’s a coward. mianmian shakes her head, smiling. what an idiot.

still, another week goes by and a letter arrives from gusu and, when mianmian takes it, assuming it’s for her, she finds it addressed to jin zixuan in lan wangji’s impeccable calligraphy and she grins to herself like an idiot. look at jin zixuan, making friends

(she suddenly understands why lan xichen gave her all those intense smiles during the lan lectures)

they go on in this way, writing letters to lan wangji from lanling. sometimes mianmian steals jin zixuan’s letters before he sends them so she can squeeze in some ranting in the post script without wasting a whole second thing of paper, and lan wangji replies dutifully, more verbose than he ever was in person, and it’s nice okay, like. she and jin zixuan have been best friends since they were kids but neither of them has ever been any good at listening and lan wangji is just so honest and earnest in everything, like they didn’t realize that people outside of lanling were actually not always plotting your downfall??? who woulda thunk

and then of course the wens go and ruin everything. they go to the wen lectures bc jin guangshan doesn’t want to “anger our trading partner” like the guy isn’t obviously going to burn carp tower to the ground the first chance he gets, and mostly mianmian and jin zixuan are just vaguely annoyed and put out about it

then lan wangji shows up with a broken leg and a burned sect and they are ready to murder some dudes

after years of breaking in and out of carp tower she and jin zixuan are old hats at this breaking and entering stuff and they manage to sneak into lan wangji’s guest quarters and tend to his wounds, ignoring all his silent glares and ranting furiously about how they’re going to murder wen chao by making him choke on his own dick (mianmian) and how they’re going to war with the wen sect even if he has to threaten his father with acknowledging all of his bastards as proper siblings in public to do it (jin zixuan)

lan wangji just says “mn” and makes various muted, distressed expressions, but mianmian thinks he’s touched.

“are your brother and uncle alright?” she asks, when she’s set his broken leg and forced pain medication down his throat.

“brother escaped with our sacred texts,” lan wangji says. “uncle is... unwell.”

mianmian knows lan wangji hates touch but the way he says it, with this horrible little frown, emoting more than she’s ever seen him, his barely suppressed anger and grief literally making his hands shake into fists, mianmian can’t help it, she hugs him. “we’ll make them pay,” she swears into his shoulder, ruining the lines of his robes with how she clutches at them. “i promise you.”

jin zixuan awkwardly pats lan wangji’s shoulder, which is a lot for him and mianmian spares a moment to be proud of his growth.

unfortunately, wen chao seems to delight in torturing lan wangji on his injured leg and lan wangji refuses to show weakness, which both impresses mianmian and pisses her the fuck off. she approaches wen qing (and her still gorgeous ears, sigh) and asks her to tend to lan wangji, since she’s like actually a doctor. wen qing does bc she’s beautiful, intelligent, and kind and mianmian spends most of that night sighing deeply as she relates this to a significantly drugged lan wangji

the cave of the xuanwu goes about the same as you’d expect. wei wuxian saving her from getting her face branded off is pretty rad of him, though he could’ve just like knocked the brand away instead of throwing himself in front of it but whatever, you do you boo. when lan wangji gets left behind the two of them don’t even have to wait for jiang cheng to grumble and ask for their help, they’re already on their way to carp tower for an army, thank you very much

when they rescue wei wuxian and lan wangji and lan wangji immediately turns to walk back to cloud recesses on a broken leg mianmian says, “fuck no, that’s not happening, you’re getting medical attention and then someone will fly you back home, okay, wtf wangji, sit down.”

and lan wangji is a stubborn bitch so obvs he’s like no but he’s also severely starved, dehydrated, and injured, so it’s not like he can just shake off mianmian holding him down and this goes on long enough for wei wuxian to wake up and see mianmian touching lan wangji, and something in his poor little brain just like breaks and he demands says, “lan zhan, come back to lotus pier with us.”

his argument, as he explains it, is that lotus pier is closer (it’s not; they’re just as close to carp tower as lotus pier) and that it’s closer to gusu for when lan wangji has to return home (it’s not; same deal) but then jiang cheng starts yelling, possibly in support possibly not mianmian’s not sure, and jin zixuan starts getting awkward, probably about the whole golden army behind him bc he’s a nerd and hates being overdressed at functions (this is basically the same thing), and mianmian looks at lan wangji and she sees--

something. she isn’t sure what exactly, but lan wangji looks at wei wuxian as he argues with his brother and he presses his lips into a thin line in the way that means he wants to smile and mianmian thinks, oh. maybe wei wuxian isn’t completely unrequited in his lan wangji obsession.

growing up in lanling, she knows how to use information to her advantage, so she immediately says, “young masters wei and jiang, what a great idea. lanling’s disciples would be pleased to accompany you and second young master lan to lotus pier to ensure everyone’s safe arrival.”

everyone splutters, indignant, confused, awkward (jiang cheng, wei wuxian, and jin zixuan, respectively) but lan wangji narrows his eyes at mianmian and doesn’t try to convince her to let him walk to gusu again, so she counts it as a win.

sect leader jiang and his wife seem surprised and annoyed, respectively, to be taking in so many guests, but sect leader jiang merely smiles pleasantly and directs them to some guest quarters and mianmian and wei wuxian ask, simultaneously, for doctors to tend to lan wangji and wei wuxian makes a face at her and mianmian sighs to herself that she really is too gay to be in the middle of his thing with lan wangji.

turns out, walking a lot and fighting a cannibalistic turtle on a broken leg doesn’t do wonders for healing. lan wangji is also the worst patient ever, he keeps trying to sneak out and get up even though word came from his brother that he’s safe and alright and that cloud recesses is starting to rebuild after qinghe nie and lanling jin came to its aid and pushed out the wen

but with the combined efforts of mianmian, jin zixuan, and wei wuxian (and even jiang yanli at one point, bc who could say no to her soup??) they manage to get lan wangji to just rest for a fucking second, really which results in the jin disciples and lan wangji staying in lotus pier for longer than anyone could’ve expected

mianmian spends most of her time (when she isn’t forcing lan wangji to just fucking stay in bed) working with the jiang disciples, practicing archery, sword forms, and mooning after all the beautiful women here.

(”lan wangji, i know she’s scary, but have you seen madam yu? she could whip me with zidian and i’d thank her” “luo-guniang, please don’t ask madam yu to whip you” OR “lan wangji, i’m almost positive madam yu’s maids are a thing, do you think they’d let me join them just like once” “luo-guniang, could you please pass me my sword?” “why” “i’d like to put myself out of this misery” OR “she made me soup. lan wangji. lan wangji, i know you’re not sleeping, wake up, you have to listen to me, this soup”)

they end up staying so long that when wang lingjiao shows up threatening a child about a kite while sect leader jiang is away, she has a lot more to deal with than madam yu. since none of this had been a “sanctioned visit” no one actually knew that there was nearly an entire troop of jin disciples staying at lotus pier, so when the wens attack they are sorely unprepared for what they’re going to face.

(and ofc lan wangji breaks out of bed heroically and keeps madam yu from whipping wei wuxian, which means they aren’t down one of their most powerful fighters and mianmian has to suffer through the moon eyes they’re making at one another in the middle of a battle no less, she knew wei wuxian had no shame but she’d been hoping lan wangji would have some)

after the wen attack (and defeat) on lotus pier and the jin’s inarguable part in it, the war starts in earnest. lan wangji, after his long rest, heals fine and goes back to gusu to help rebuild his sect and plan for war, and mianmian and jin zixuan return to carp tower to plan as well, ignoring jin guangshan and focusing instead on his general to ensure lanling supplies necessary aid in the war effort

and war is always shitty, of course, and mianmian hates watching her sect family die on the battlefield, hates waiting for updates after every battle to see who’s still alive, hates the politics and jin guangshan trying to wheedle his way out of fighting when there’s fucking lives on the line

(and she could never know, how much easier it is, with yunmeng jiang at its full strength, with one of the brightest minds of their generation there to plot and help, with two of the best fighters not out searching for someone and instead focused on the front)

they reach nightless city after months of fighting and mianmian is ready to just fucking stab wen ruohan herself when they’re suddenly trapped. blocked in on all sides by puppets, their fallen soldiers rising again to turn on them, and it--it looks like they’re gonna die.

“this sucks,” she says to lan wangji, stifling her fear and choking it down. “i never even got to kiss a girl.”

lan wangji just says “mn.”

jin zixuan, beside them, says, “i was an idiot about jiang-guniang.”

lan wangji just says, “mn.”

then wei wuxian pulls out a fucking flute and a-- floating piece of metal?  the army of puppets and corpses stops advancing, held in place by-- music, apparently? and wen ruohan emerges from his lair, black energy falling off him in waves, wei wuxian the idiot flies forward to meet him, gets wen ruohan’s hand around his throat for his trouble.

lan wangji yells, “wei ying!” and mianmian thinks, really not fair that lan wangji is gonna get a boyfriend before i get a girlfriend

and then wen ruohan gets stabbed by jin zixuan’s half brother of all people. wen ruohan, along with his puppets and wei wuxian, fall to the ground. lan wangji rushes forward to catch wei wuxian, mianmian runs after him, finds herself in company with jin zixuan and jiang cheng. when they get there, wei wuxian is barely conscious but he’s-- he’s fucking grinning up at lan wangji from the cradle of lan wangji’s arms

“lan zhan,” he says, “you caught me.”

lan wangji nods, says, “mn,” which is basically his equivalent of i’ll always catch you, wei ying.

“really,” mianmian says aloud, “it’s so unfair.”

the aftermath of the war is more annoying than the war itself, what with all the politics and in-fighting and jin guangshan trying to be the biggest dick there ever was. jin guangshan tries to name himself chief cultivator in wen ruohan’s stead but nie mingjue suggests jiang fengmian instead and the lan sect backs him. jin guangshan tries to demonize the wens but at wei wuxian’s loud rebuttal and sect leader jiang’s backing (which is then backed by both gusu lan and qinghe nie) he’s once again shouted down. and then jin guangshan tries to propose to jiang-guniang for his son and the poor woman just seems so awkward and her father doesn’t seem to know what to say and--

mianmian elbows jin zixuan whose eyes widen ridiculously but, after another, harder hit, he suddenly stands. all eyes go to him, which mianmian knows he hates, but he bows to his father, then jiang yanli, and says, “jiang-guniang, forgive my father’s impertinence. this is not the time or place to be making such an offer, but he--” jin zixuan winces visibly. “--he knows of my feelings and wishes to make his foolish son happy. please, do not feel the need to respond.”

then he promptly sits down, flushing down to his neck, and mianmian shares a disbelieving glance with lan wangji from across the horrible nightless city palace room.

she’d really only meant for him to suggest jiang yanli answer privately, at a later time, but wow, jin zixuan really went for it. also no way jin guangshan knows his son has fallen in love with jiang yanli, so nice save face there. maybe he has been paying attention in all of their etiquette and political espionage classes.

jiang yanli flushes way prettier than jin zixuan and nods politely, stands and bows and thanks the jin clan for being considerate in this time of turmoil, perhaps they can discuss this matter at a later date (jin zixuan looks like he nearly faints at this, and mianmian feels vindicated in all her forlorn ranting. overreacting her ass)

when everything has been settled, wen qing has been appointed the new sect leader of qishan wen with promises to return land to those who lost it and pay reparations to the hurt civilians, as well as have the yin iron destroyed for good. during the final ceremony where all the sects have tea and pledge to be loyal to one another (until the next great war, of course) mianmian leans close to lan wangji and sighs, “her ears look even lovelier with her hair tied back by her new sect leader hairpiece.”

lan wangji says “mn” because he’s a cut sleeve in love with wei wuxian and has nothing even closely resembling taste.

mianmian, on her own, decides to make them both happy. before the jin clan departs from nightless city, she goes up to wei wuxian and asks for a moment of his time. wei wuxian seems confused but follows and, once they’re alone, he says, “mianmian, are you about to get me into bed, because i must tell you that i am a respectable young cultivator and you’ll need to marry me before--”

mianmian gives him her best unimpressed look (she’s had much practice with it, thank you jin zixuan) and cuts him off with, “i like women.” 

wei wuxian’s eyes go wide. “but you and lan zhan--”

she cuts him off again before he can say something so stupid she has to stop talking to him to refrain from breaking all laws of propriety. “look,” she says, “you’re friends with wen qing. now that she’s sect leader, your brother can’t go after her. i, on the other hand, very much can. if you promise to figure out a way for me and her to get close, i’ll tell you a secret you’ll like very much.”

wei wuxian seems hesitant for all of half a second before he breaks. “tell me.”

“do you promise?”

wei wuxian raises three fingers. “promise.”

“on your sister’s life?”

begrudgingly, wei wuxian nods.

“on her soup?”

“just get on with it!”

mianmian smirks, pushes onto her tiptoes, and whispers the secret into wei wuxian’s ear. with that, she returns to the pavilion where all the sects mingle as they wait to depart, wei wuxian trailing behind her in a daze, his mouth hanging open.

lan wangji, who had been watching since mianmian asked wei wuxian for a moment to talk, frowns nearly imperceptibly. mianmian grins at him and his frown grows.

ah, whatever. she walks over to him, unbothered by the quickly growing alarm in his eyes. once next to him, she turns around to see wei wuxian staring unabashedly. her smile only widens.

“you’re going to thank me for this,” she says.

wei wuxian shakes himself, his eyes focusing, and immediately starts walking towards them.

lan wangji, voice flat but wavering, asks, “luo-guniang, what did you do?”

mianmian laughs, says, “i get to give a speech at your wedding,” and walks away just as wei wuxian reaches them.

(she does, actually, give a speech at their wedding. she may or may not be drunk during it, jin zixuan gets embarrassed for her, and she starts tearing up and has to hide it in the shoulder of her wife’s lovely well-tailored robes. it’s alright, though, wen qing doesn’t mind)

EDIT: now on AO3 with a real fic version from lwj’s pov!

#the untamed #lan wangji #luo qingyang #jin zixuan #wangxian #wei wuxian #wen qing #fix it au #ramble fic #sort of fic #my writing #i don't know how to tag for a new fandom ugh #i genuinely considered not posting this #and trying to write a real fic for it #but i like how this turned out and i figure #i can always write the real fic later #hope this isn't too horribly ooc idk i'm still working on characterization #also i guess this is a mild au where mianmian is a lesbian but idc #we stan wlw mlm solidarity in this house #and lesbians choosing unattainable men to 'have crushes' on #basically we stan mianmian

[all-might-can-smash-me]

Dad/Family headconons

Masterlist

Aizawa, Taishiro, Toshinori, Sir Nighteye, and Hawks

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

Despite him being that kind of nonchalant, I don’t give a shit about anything kind of person.....he’s a family guy

Loves kids

He just wants you to have a huge army of kids following alongside you hand in hand to visit him at work.

Looks forward to being able to relate to someone else with his quirk

Doesn’t care if they are all girls, all boys, a mixture of both, or even fostering or adopting, he’s for everything

Was kind of afraid to open up about that side of himself when you two got married, but you are all for it too

Feels that he can handle it with your help thanks to having some experience with dealing with his students

Is slapped in the face with shock when you two have your first 2 or 3 kids because infants are, you guessed it, nothing like teens who are all emotional about becoming a prohero

Guess he would be prepared for whenever they would get to their teenage years

Except for periods because he didn’t know anything about them but he’ll probably take the time to learn about it from you

Still happy over his growing army though

Still loves the chaos of it all, plus it’s good to have Aizawa to control their quirks when they start to develop

The chaos also reminds him of his own time in school with his few friends he had....they were always so vibrant and loud unlike him and he kind of envied it (secretly)

Yamada and Kayama (Present Mic and Midnight) loves to visit his little army and spoil them with toys and snacks even if Aizawa disapproved of it

You helped hand out the toys and snacks.....Aizawa could suck it up

Napping piles are normal in this household, so don’t be freaked when you see all of your children curled up or around Aizawa under a pillow fort in the living room.

It breaks his heart everytime though when his kids beg to take a stray cat home and he has to say no....but he’ll end up going back on patrol to feed it and then probably cave in and bring it home anyway

He’ll just shrug off his children’s accusations of him being a ‘hypocrite’ for saying no to their pleas earlier and say something like ‘Well I said you couldn’t do it, nothing about me though’

The tea parties are lit and he’ll crush anyone at a video game

Taishiro Toyomistu/Fatgum

Really never thought about having his own kids until meeting Kirishima and Tamaki

Life was changed FOREVER since meeting them, now he would like to have his own family

It was kind of confusing to finally have the talk of having kids a couple of years into your marriage, but your views on having kids were changed too after meeting the two UA students

He let you on thinking just one or two kids were great, but you didn’t know if you should have been surprised that you were in the hospital room pushing out your 5th child

It was kind of funny to see Taishiro freaking out even if it was his 5th time next to you in labor

Your kids were so use to it they just sat out in the hallway doing their schoolwork or playing games on their iPads as Kirishima and Tamaki watched over them (your labor would always catch them while they were out on patrol)

I picture that all his kids are girls

He uses the excuse “just one more kid, maybe this time it’ll be a boy”, It’s NEVER a boy

I feel that he’s the dad to sneak home McDonald’s fries or ice cream to his kids despite you not liking it

Will take the blame when you catch one of your daughters munching on fries on the way back to her room (daughters will also try to take the blame, but how the heck could girls 13 and younger sneak out all the way to McDonalds)

He’ll also get all his daughters together to bake a cake and also decorate it. The creativity shown by his daughters will always amaze him.

He and his daughters would even clean up the kitchen together...mostly so that you wouldn’t get mad upon seeing the kitchen as a disaster

Gets way into watching Barbie’s Life in the Dream House and secretly really loves our queen Raquelle

All Might/Toshinori Yagi

Just wants one little girl

To spoil her ROTTEN!

Seeing his friend David Sheild’s daughter Melissa grow up and look so happy always made him envious. Young Midoriya also played a huge role in his desire for at least one kid

One child was enough for the two of you and thankfully your first and only child was a girl

Gran Torino will also spoil her rotten along with Sir Nighteye

Will not be embarrassed to be caught sprawled out on the ground with your daughter playing with dolls

He’s actually quite proud of the fact that he doesn’t mind getting down and dirty when it comes to playing with ‘girly’ things with his young daughter unlike other dads

Loves to play Studio Ghibli movies for your daughter.....but Yagi is way more into it

I say this because Toshinori will try to hide his tears while watching My Neighbor Totoro as your daughter is fast asleep on his lap.

He will also sneak in a rated pg-13 hero movie from the United States in when your gone too....and then he’ll act surprise when your daughter would repeat the fowl language she heard in the movie

He would and WILL spend hours on YouTube to learn how to braid hair and put bows in and ribbons

He would bring her to work a lot too to see class 1A in action

Daughter will forever be his ‘baby’, so he HATES the thought of her starting to date and get married.

So when she admitted that the boy ‘Todoroki’ in his class was handsome while heading home one day from his work, he swore off boys....

He wasn’t surprised though, she was always managing to get Todoroki to hold her hand while Toshinori would have class 1A doing scenarios in teams and showing off her hair to him and asking if he noticed anything different.

Todoroki is a good sport, he held her hand and always complimented her hair...

Yeah she was mad at Toshinori and you made him unswear off boys, especially Todoroki

Brings your daughter to work just to brag about how he did her hair to EVERYONE

Mirai Sasaki/Sir Nighteye

Eh....he didn’t want kids, never had the desire tbh

Though something about UA students’ charming personalities making these heroes want families. Mirio got him thinking one kid couldn’t be so bad

You were shocked when he asked to have a kid, but you agreed....after discussing it for awhile to make sure he wanted this

I picture him having one cute, little shy boy

Like the cute little boy with glasses who wears those cute shorts with a bug related shirt that just wants to search for roly-poly in the dirt and grass in the back yard

Very quiet and a bit shy around new people, but is literally the most polite little boy in the WORLD

Nighteye will use his quirk on his son when out looking for bugs to just see if he missed something in the grass or dirt, but that’s as far as he’ll use it

The reason why Nighteye thinks he’s so funny is because your son (and you of course along with mirio) are the only ones who laugh at his jokes, especially your son

Your son finds ANYTHING his dad says or does hilarious. His dad made a gasp of excitement along side his son upon finding a millipede? Instant laughter will follow

Those bouts of laughter from his son is the best feeling in the world to him

Tried to make your son an expert on All Might, but gave up when he came to his conclusion that your son just wasn’t into it.

It was kind of weird at first to find out his son was just simply NOT into heroes, but now he just loves the fact that his son likes what he likes and doesn’t let himself get swayed by others, even his own mom and dad

If you can’t make his little boy, his pride and joy, laugh? Sorry, but don’t talk to Nighteye or his son ever again

He will sit and listen to his little boy go on and on and on and ON about anything and never get bored (or show it). He will sit and listen intently about the cool facts about the bug he found or a plant.

He’d even listen to the longest explanation about a tiny little squiggle on a piece of paper that he drew on if it was being told by his little boy.

Will even put a meeting on hold just to answer a FaceTime from his son from your phone just to listen to him talk about a leaf he made a pressing of....and will sit there with the volume all the way up on his phone too so the others in the room can hear as well.

Will spend all night pinning bugs to a board to frame and label just for your son

Keigo Takami/Hawks

He didn’t even want to date tbh

Though when he met you? The cliche ‘love at first sight’ happened and soon the two of you were married pretty quickly and boy was he a happy man

He didn’t really even want kids either. He just didn’t want to have kids and somehow they end up with a childhood like his that’s not the greatest or most normal, plus he was happy with the little domestic life with you.

But then IT happened. You know, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much and poof, a baby? Yeah....

He was TERRIFIED, but once your first child came into the world, a new sense of happiness sparked within him, like his own eyes opened for the first time to the world

This happened twice more, ending up with his happy family consisting of you, his two boys, and his little girl.

He’s the kind of dad to have his wallet FILLED with pictures of his kids and you. He will shamelessly show them off to fans while on patrol and also to Endeavor....even if he’s seen them a trillion times. Also his office is filled with framed pictures too

He also gets in trouble a lot along with his two boys for playing to rough and loudly within the house by you, especially for flying and being too competitive with video games and ANY activity he would take part in with them.

What can he say? His sons were like the best friends he was never able to have as a kid, he wanted to take in the beauties of having an energetic family

He doesn’t play favorites, but when it comes to his little girl? Sometimes he’ll catch a feeling of her feeling like she’s the odd one out when it comes to her two older brothers and he can relate to that feeling.

So he’ll set aside some dad and daughter time to do the things she likes, like read, color, and draw

He would even let her do his hair with tiny braids and color pieces of clip in hair and many butterfly clips. Keigo would also then wear it out proudly on patrol and check his reflection MULTIPLE times to make sure everything was in place.

He would then shout to the press and paparazzi that his daughter did his hair, showing it off in the process

When the picture would come out with the headliner ‘Hawks’ New Look Thanks to Daughter’ for the news the next day, the look of pride and awe on your daughters face upon looking at the front cover of the magazines and newspapers at the store you and his family would shop at would absolutely melt his heart melt

He’s the first one to pull back the covers to let his children climb in when scared by a thunderstorm or the spooky shadow in their room even if they may be getting ‘too old’ to be doing that...according to Endeavor however, so that information might be wrong

Bribes his kids not to tell you that he entered the house through the window and not the front door

#aizawa shouta x reader #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #toshinori yagi x reader #all might x reader #sir nighteye x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #aizawa shouta headcanons #eraserhead headcanons #all might headcanons #toshinori yagi headcanons #sir nighteye headcanons #hawks headcanons #keigo takami headcanons #bnha headcanons #bnha x reader #mha headcanons #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #eraserhead x reader #my hero academy fanfiction #aizawa shouta #fatgum headcanons #fatgum x reader #bnha #mha #bnha oneshots #mha oneshot

[mettywiththenotes]

A Trio I Think About

Sometimes I look at that extra page that Hori drew of Tomura, Twice and Toga in UA uniforms

This one

And like it makes me wonder why Hori drew these three instead of Tomura, Toga and Dabi. I mean, the latter is the most popular trio, right? Everybody talks about them. Most fics focus on those three

But then it kind of made me think about how Twice, Toga and Tomura are shown in the series in comparison to Tomura, Toga and Dabi

With Tomura, Toga and Dabi, I think it mostly has to do with the fact Toga and Dabi were the first two who joined the League

Plus, y’know. This trio has a lot of potential for friendship interaction, that whole “learning to put your trust in people again” thing etc

There’s also the fact that Tomura and Dabi have this unspoken bond, where Tomura lets Dabi do his own thing, accepts him as he is (as he does with his whole League), and Dabi follows him wherever he goes

He also has quite a jokey-snappy relationship with Toga

It’s a relationship built on trust and acceptance with these two

Plus, there’s this connection as well

(I’m still convinced these two concocted a plan on their own or smthg)

And then of course we have Toga who only joined the League for Stain

And despite only just meeting, and Tomura calling her a freak, he still defends her

And then of course we have this lil moment in Kamino

Then that abandoned building scene, where Toga doubts Tomura’s leadership and he shows his face to reassure her and show that he won’t hide his intentions either

And she calls to let him know the details of what is happening with Chisaki

Then we have this in MVA

Followed by

And so on and so forth

Now, in no way am I saying people should stop talking about Tomura, Dabi and Toga as a trio, because I like them too! I love their potential together and I love that each and every part of that trio is 1) part of the Villains Who Are Set Up To Be Saved group 2) all of them are very important in the topic of “Heroes Fucked Us Up And Don’t Listen To Us”

But I also think about Tomura, Twice and Toga in correlation with that extra page at the top of this post, and why Hori chose to draw them together

Sure, Twice is comic relief too, so adding him into a funny drawing of the League being goofy is no big deal. But there’s also more to that and his relationship with Tomura and Toga

Toga and Tomura’s relationship alone is built on trust, as I’ve already talked about above

But continuing on to Toga and Twice, they have a lovely age-gap sibling dynamic, as well as being a comedic duo, that is so lovely to see. Their relationship is also built on trust, and they always support each other when they are in trouble or when Twice has an episode. They’re best friends!

And then when we look at Twice and Tomura, we see that Twice was promised a place where he could belong

But even after that promise, he’s met with Tomura’s decision of joining the Yakuza (without a proper explanation at first). And I’m not saying his trust wavered in Tomura at that point, but I’m sure it didn’t feel like it was a place to “belong” with “friends and allies” in that moment

(Tomura even walks past Twice, like his comment didn’t mean anything)

And then this, with Toga speaking her mind too

That Tomura decides to take off Father and show his face too, just like Twice did; it’s a sign of recognition. It’s a sign that Tomura knows that they are human, and he’s working to make this mission benefit all of them

Tomura takes off his mask just like Twice did his own. Tomura saw him do this and decided to show how much that meant to him

And then we have MVA, where Tomura continues to give him support and reassurance. It’s like after this moment in the abandoned building, he’s learnt to pay more attention to not just the League, but to Twice himself

Twice can’t duplicate the bullet, but Tomura is only focused on thinking about alternatives and trying to find something that works for their goal. He’s not mad at Twice, he’s already accepted that Twice can’t duplicate it and has moved on

Then we have

I also really love the part at the beginning of MVA where Tomura takes Twice’s mask as a way to get his attention and stop worrying

And then he puts it back on him

Idk man I just really love the idea of this trio

Tomura and Twice really connected with each other, and Toga has a sibling-like relationship with both of them. It’s really sweet!

Once again, this isn’t me saying “sToP LiKinG tHe ToMuRa, ToGa AnD dAbI tRiO”, because I really like them too

It’s just that I really think the Tomura, Toga and Twice trio is underrated and should be looked into as well. I love their potential and they really seem so close with each other :)

Then again, so do the League in general, but I’m just focusing on these three for the sake of this post

They really seem like the group of friends where Toga and Twice make their jokes and will be really silly, while Tomura is influenced by them and joins in too

Basically this is me

Thank you for reading this far, here’s these three being cute:

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #league of villains #dabi #toga himiko #tomura shigaraki #twice #jin bubaigawara #mettys posts #metty posts