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mollyjimbly · 10 months

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🚨🚨ATTENTION🚨🚨

Another Disgusting anti-LGBT bill, planning to censor queer content online.

Yet again another law that infringes on privacy. and anonymity.

The bill is KOSA

https://www.congress.gov/bill/118th-congress/senate-bill/1409

KOSA is a threat to LGBTQ+ youth.

It allows right-wing AGs to censor LGBTQ+ content in the name of "protecting kids".

This doesn't protect kids. This actually hurts kids even more.

It will snuff out LGBTQ+ spaces and makes the internet more of a dangerous place for them, more or less...

"Of course, like so many of these “bipartisan” anti-internet bills that have bipartisan support, the support on each side of the aisle is based on a very different view of how the bill will be used in practice. We went through this last year with the AICOA antitrust bill. Democrats supported it (falsely) believing that it would magically increase competition, while Republicans were gleefully talking about how they were going to use it to force websites to host their propaganda."

"Now, with KOSA, again you have Democrats naively (and incorrectly) believing that because it’s called the “Kids Online Safety Bill” it will magically protect children, even though tons of experts have made it clear it will actually put them at greater risk."

https://www.techdirt.com/2023/05/24/heritage-foundation-says-that-of-course-gop-will-use-kosa-to-censor-lgbtq-content/

KOSA will also undermine privacy in the name of "protecting children".

"This bill would effectively place many internet services behind an age verification wall, prevent anonymous surfing, and would require all users – adults or teens – to verify their age before they can access information or content.

The Computer & Communications Industry Association supports the enactment of comprehensive privacy legislation at the federal level, but has concerns about KOSA’s duty of care, vague requirements that would prevent teens from accessing critical information, and compliance provisions that conflict with current trends toward data minimization."

https://ccianet.org/news/2023/05/ccia-statement-on-unintended-consequences-of-kosa-legislation-would-place-most-internet-services-behind-age-verification-wall/

Age verification technology is just not secure enough for usage at the moment, leaks are likely to happen, it will be especially dangerous if the leaked Age verification information has a government ID linked to it. That would mean that malicious individuals may get a hold of personal addresses, bank details, basically you'll get doxxed by the government...

You may be asking, "well is there anything to do about it?"

Of course there is, but we really need your help spreading awareness around, because the bill is most likely to pass this July!

This website was put together by Fight for the Future. It has everything, from petitions to calls scripts. It's very easy to understand and use and one of the best links to spread. I urge you to use this when calling your members of congress. All you need to do is put in your phone number once and read off the script provided and it does the rest for you.

https://www.badinternetbills.com/

Signable petitions and open letters;

If you live in the states, call your state representatives;

Joinable Discord server;

More information;

I have to say again and I am not exaggerating, this is URGENT the bill could be passed THIS MONTH!

I am begging you, please OPPOSE KOSA!!

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iambabygorl · 1 year

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The Heroes Mansion

Hawks Version

Synopsis: Living in a house with multiple heroes makes for an interesting day to day experience.

Warnings: drama, violence, 18+ content

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You had been invited to live in the heroes mansion along with a few other graduates from UA.

The hero society had plucked you, Momo, Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki and Mina from the lineup of new heroes and threw you all into the mansion like an episode of the bachelor or big brother. It was honestly like a reality show.

However, you had to admit that it was fun. You were living with famous heroes and hot people after all!

While there weren’t cameras pointed at you watching your every move, or daily confessions in a closet to a camera or taping crew, it still felt like you were always being watched.

But that wasn’t so bad. For example, it was nice when coming home from a rough patrol and having someone(s) rushing to you to aid your wounds.

Like today for example

It has been an especially rough patrol and because there weren’t any medical staff left to tend to you, you had sucked up your pain and agony and slowly limped your way home, blood dripping from your forehead and stomach from the deep gash and the stab wound. Your vision was blurred and your balance was off as you clung to any surface that offered you any kind of support.

You swallowed, trying to wet your dry throat, but that only resulted in blood being coughed up and onto your shoes and the pavement around.

You hadn’t realized you’d made it to the gated entrance to the mansion yet. You wouldn’t have known if it weren’t for the footsteps and distant voices yelling your name as they ran to bring you inside.

You swayed as an arm went under your right arm, careful to not touch your leaking wound.

“Hey there, doll. You’ve got a nasty cut right there. One on your head too. Hopefully they didn’t mess up this pretty face of yours, huh? C’mon. Let’s get you inside.”

You hummed at the voice, trying to pinpoint who it was that guided you up the stairs into the entrance. The next thing you knew you were being gentle laid down onto a stainless steel table and your hero suit was being cut off.

“Okay boys out! Let them work. Y/N would probably appreciate the privacy as well. We will let you know when ever she’s awake-”

The voice faded out. Darkness over took you as you felt the pinch of a needle in your arm.

You didn’t remember anything other than waking up abruptly from the darkness. You could see that you were in the mansion. You must have been in the infirmary in the west wing. The cot you were laying on was of all white linens and white curtains surrounded you on all sides except for behind you where the ceiling length window stretched high above you. Rain pelted the window and the cloudy skies barely illuminated the room you were in.

“Oh! You’re finally awake. Everyone will be pleased to hear this. Welcome back to the land of the living, ma’am.”

The nurse quickly closed the curtain back as he scurried off. You heard muffled talking in the distance and quick footsteps hurried closer to where you lay and the curtain was quickly ripped open to display your friends.

“Y/N! We thought you were going to die! Why the hell did you walk home from patrol after losing a quart of blood?? Are you insane??” Mina declared as she threw herself to your side, slightly shaking your shoulders which caused you to wince and grab your side where the stab wound was.

“Geez, Mina, chill. I’m still sore. How long have I been out?”

“Just two days. They said it might take a week or more. You bled a lot. Hawks said you were like a leaky faucet when he found you, idiot. You stained the concrete out front and the wood floors in the entrance. So like pinky said, what the hell made you think that walking home with an injury like that was a good idea??” Bakugo said as he crossed his arms. He stood at the end of your bed and flared down at you, his eyebrows creased to make harsh lines between his eyes.

So it was Hawks that found me…

“I just- it was a rough night. The medics were all preoccupied. It wasn’t THAT far of a walk. There were civilians that needed help-”

“Still, you should have waited where there were people that could help you. If you lost much more blood you could have bled out on the streets. You could have died, Y/N.” Midoriya said as he got teary eyed.

You apologized over and over. You yourself got teary eyed as Momo and Mina tried their best to climb into bed to hold onto you and cried at the thought of losing a friend. Midoriya stayed by your side and held your hand as Bakugo and Todoroki filled you in on what you missed while you were out.

You stayed like that for a little over an hour before your nurse came back in to take your vitals and give you medicine. You said your farewells to everyone and promised to get better as they all walked out one by one, leaving you, the nurse, and Midoriya to be the last to leave.

“Oh yeah, before I forget, Hawks said he wants to patrol with you for a while.” He said as he gave you a soft smile and said goodbye once more before walking away.

Hawks wants to patrol with me? That means I’d move to day patrol right?

You were lost in thought as the nurse did his job of checking your vitals. He handed you a small cup of medicine and a juice as he sat down in the chair beside you to watch you as you took the pills.

“You know, Hawks stayed outside the room the entire time we sewed you up. I heard them tell you he’s the one who found you and all. He seemed to be very worried.” He said with a smirk.

“Really? Why would he be?” You asked as you lifted an eyebrow. You thought it was sweet but you weren’t sure why he cared so much.

“Oh, hon, that boy has got to have a crush on you! I’d place my money on that.”

It took you another 3 days before you were ready to start patrol again.

Hawks was there waiting once you got your new suit pulled on. He greeted you with a “hey doll! Glad to see that pretty face isn’t messed up too bad” and you both set out as he flew slowly above you as you leaped from building to building

One time he saw you wince and he was immediately down beside you checking you out

“Hey, doll that was a hard landing just then. Take it a little easier. It’s your first day back.” He said as he reached out to brush his fingers on your side where the stitches would be.

“I’m fine. I don’t even think I tore a stitch. Besides, it’s a slow day. I need to work out the soreness as much as possible.”

Hawks visibly deflated at your words.

“Oh no…you just said those forbidden words….”

You looked at him in confusion as you reached up to readjust the mask to your suit.

What words?

The next thing you know, the sound of an alarm blared through the area as someone shouted for help.

Oh….the forbidden words…

Hawks sighed as he lifted up in flight. “I told ya! You never say it’s a slow day when it’s being a slow day. That’s how you lose something good. Cmon, let’s go save the day and all!”

He took a sharp turn straight down, flying straight towards the streets below and stopped himself by spreading his wings as wide as they’d go to slow down just before smacking the pavement. He looked up at you and waved you on as he took off in the direction the villain had gone.

“Show off….” You muttered to yourself as you began to follow him from above.

It was like this for four more weeks

You and hawks (or Keigo, you called him now because he trusted you enough to call him by name)

You both had grown close in your weeks together. Your quirks worked together very nicely (his-fierce wings and yours- elemental manipulations)

His flirty behavior was well known in the media. He’d flirt with reporters, fans, even other heroes. He was definitely what your grandma would call “a ladies man”

However, you weren’t ready for all the things he would say to YOU

“Well good morning, sunshine. You look lovely today.” “The gods have graced me with your presence and I am forever grateful.” “Your beauty is truly beyond compare, Y/N.” “Want to fly with me today? I’ll hold your hand the entire time if you’re scared.” “I’d be a fool to drop a girl like you.”

“You’re bleeding. Let me get that for you.” He said one day when you cut your finger and he stuck it in his mouth to lick off the blood. That one really shocked you.

“Sore? Need help taking off your suit? Maybe help washing your back in the shower? I have nothing else to do.” He said one day after you had been thrown into a brick pillar by a villain. He has noticed you wincing as you reached back to unzip your suit. He had walked over behind you and placed your hair over your shoulder, tracing his fingers up your spine to the zipper and slowly zipping it down to the middle of your back. His gentle fingers caused chill bumps to raise on your skin. You had closed your eyes and hummed at the touch. It felt nice to be touched. Keigo had responded to your sounds and had placed the hand that was on the zipper around your waist, bringing you a step back so your back was resting against his front. His lips grazed the skin by your ear and you had sucked in a breath as you felt him harden against your ass. You jumped back into reality and stepped away. You had avoided him the rest of that day, feeling awkward after the moment you shared in the bathroom.

His words were smooth and stuck with you. They echoed in your head all the time and clouded your thoughts. When you both patrolled together, he’d be mostly professional surprisingly

However, once the shift ended, he would begin trying to work you up again

Today was no different

You both had just gotten back to the mansion. It was 6 PM and you groaned as you shoved the door open and drug your feet to the kitchen. You threw the refrigerator door open and groaned once again as you closed it back.

You turned to Keigo who had just placed himself on one of the bar stools across the counter. You threw your upper body to lay across the counter, causing the man to chuckle as your forehead smacked the granite surface.

“We literally live in a mansion with an entire medical wing. HOW do we not have any cooks here too to cook us delicious meals for when we get home from a 12 hour shift??” You complained as Keigo chuckled once more, reaching over to brush the loose hairs out of your face.

“Yeah, unfortunately we can’t be totally coddled. Bless our hearts. We have to cook our own meals. How terribly mundane!” The man exclaimed as he slid off the stool and walked around the counter to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Yo, what are you doing?” You asked as he pulled you off of the counter. You didn’t see when he had grabbed the apron, but he held you up as he slipped the top half over your neck and reached around behind you to tie the back strings.

“I am making you help me cook. I’m also using this as an excuse to be close to you and pretend I’m hugging you.” He said with a wink as he began to pull away. However, you reached out to stop him, reaching out to grab the other apron.

“Not so fast, whore. You need an apron too. You’re not leaving me to cook just for you. And no, this is not a hug.” You said as you pulled the strings around his waist a little tighter than required.

Keigo jumped at the force of the pull, which resulted in him bumping his abdomen and pelvis into yours.

“Woah there, a little rough aren’t we?” He said with a nervous laugh, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.

“Is it? I’m sorry, I thought you’d like it rough.” You said, brushing it off as you went to the cabinets to begin pulling out spices and tools you’d need to prepare the meal.

The man’s eyes widened as he went to speak, but choked on his words instead and started coughing.

Being the man that he is, he didn’t want you to get away with making him speechless. So what did he do? Let me tell you.

He saw that you were leaned over grabbing ingredients out of the fridge so he took this as his opportunity to walk over to you and place a hand on the skin that was exposed on your waist. With his other hand, he rubbed up your back into your hair and grabbed a fist full as he pulled you up straight so your bodies were flush against each other.

“You don’t know just how rough I like it, do you doll?”

You felt your heart beat in your throat as you swallowed the thick lump that had formed there. You shouldn’t have been surprised that this is where Keigo took things, but you weren’t sure how many times this needed to happen for you to get used to the feeling of his dick hardening as he ground his hips into your ass. It felt good. He felt good.

But in your eyes, it was all part of the “Hawks” persona.

The two of you had finished cooking the meal and ate together at the bar.

You had grown used to his teasing, making it easier for you to spit back your own comebacks to his sexual and non sexual advances

You saw them as harmless. You told yourself that’s just how Keigo was. He was a flirt. He was always horny. Horny for anyone and anything. If it breathed and blinked, he was into it.

However, you didn’t see that all that had changed when you started patrolling together. Your friends did see it though

“Y/N, do you like Hawks?”

You were in Todoroki’s room painting your nails as he read a book when he has randomly looked up at you and asked the question.

“Yeah, I do like him. He’s a great hero and a good friend.”

Todoroki closed his book and turned his body to face yours.

“No, I mean like, LIKE like. Like, would you date him?”

You let out a laugh and held your hand out to examine the fresh coat of red you had just applied to your nails.

“I don’t know. He’s kind of an ass. I think he’s too much of a playboy for me. I don’t even think he’d want to settle for just me even if I did like him like that.”

Shoto nodded as he scooted closer to you.

“Y/N, would you feel anything if I kissed you then?”

“Huh-?” Your question was cut off as the man leaned over and kissed you, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

What the??

You pushed your hands between the two of you to his chest and shoved him off of you.

“Shoto?! What the hell!? What was that all about??” You shouted as you touched your lips.

“I just wanted to see how you would react. Where did your mind go when I kissed you? What were you feeling?”

“Shock?! What else should I feel? We are friends! You can’t just randomly kiss your friends!” You exclaimed to the man.

“I didn’t know. But what else did you feel? Did it feel wrong? Like it shouldn’t be me kissing you?”

You shook your head in confusion as you muttered rubbish. Of course the kiss didn’t feel right. Todoroki was one of your best friends.

But was that the only reason? It couldn’t be. If that was the only reason that it felt wrong, why did you feel guilty? Why did it feel like you had made a mistake that would disappoint someone?

“You didn’t like that I kissed you. It felt wrong because it was with the wrong person. I think we both know who you wanted to kiss instead of me.”

You closer your eyes, hanging your head as you placed your face into your hands and chuckled.

“You might be right. You’re a strange one, Sho, but somehow whatever your method was worked.”

He smiled at you softly as he watched you stand, walking out of the room with a big smile on your face as you went to search for your man.

“Anything for you, Y/N. Anything for you to be happy.” He whispered to himself as his smile fell and his head hung low.

You searched the mansion high and low. It was your day off from patrol which usually meant Keigo would be home as well, but he was nowhere to be found.

That meant there was one last place to check.

You walked outside the mansion and stomped your foot on the earth below your feet, causing the ground beneath you to rise and push you up along with it. You stopped the earth once you reached the top of the mansion where you saw the familiar wings gracing the back of the blonde man you had been searching for.

“Keigo!” You shouted as you leaped on to the roof and walked towards the man who was leaned against the ledge of the roof. He turned his head to you, sucked in mouth and he gave you his charming smile.

“Hey, doll. If I had known you were looking for me, I would have hid better.” He said with a wink.

You rolled your eyes as you stopped beside him. You shoulder brushed with his as he turned around, leaning his back against the ledge as he eyed you from the side.

“I can’t believe you didn’t have a comeback for that.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry. I have something on my mind.”

Keigo’s interest was peaked. “Oh? Penny for your thoughts?” You sighed as you turned to place him.

Instead of words, you opted for just going for it. You reached out, grabbing the sucked from his mouth and grabbing his collar with your other hand. You pulled him down to meet your lips.

Keigo’s eyes remained open in surprise as he adjusted to your height difference. He slowly closed his eyes as he reached a hand to cradle your face as he deepened the kiss, humming into the kiss as he pulled you closer.

After a minute or so of this, you pulled away, breathing heavy from lack of air. You looked up to meet his hooded gaze. Your cheeks were flushed and you laughed slightly as you took the sucker in your hand, plopping it into your mouth and sending a wink at him.

“I like you, birdbrain. Come find me if you want to talk about that.”

And with that, you left a very aroused Keigo on the rooftop by himself as he quickly jumped off the ledge to search for the woman who he also had feelings for.

I mean, she did take his favorite flavor of sucker….

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brevitynotfound · 1 year

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This thought includes Aaron Sorkin references

While digesting the news of the midterm elections this week, I listened to many minutes of pundits handwringing over their predictions not coming true. Nationally, the Democrats did fine, and their more progressive contingent did well. The only lefties that saw a trouncing were those against entrenched incumbents or those who threw their lot in as a sensible moderate Democrat who considered 'border security' or called themselves 'tough on crime'. This idea that the old rules of appealing to independents to win will still work is so obviously not the way forward, it's laughable to see these people try. In a landscape that exists in its most polarized state, why would you appeal to the watered-down middle? There's just not many people there anymore, and if they are, they're not doing a lot of voting. And yes, I know that's the point--you can potentially win votes that didn't exist beforehand by convincing fence-sitters to come over to your side, but again, who's still sitting out there these days? Many people who understand themselves as moderates are, in policy, vague republicans who are conservative about something that they just can't let go of. To spend time trying to pull those people left is a waste of the ever-lasting campaign season.

The midterms are a referendum on the first two years of a presidency. Or they were. Or they're supposed to be. And due to all the buzzwords--inflation, inflation, and inflation being the key ones there--it was obvious that Congress was going red. If it didn't go red, the Congress wouldn't make sense. But that idea that voters must be the most concerned with the price of the food in their cart is a specter in the minds of so many analysts. It is possible that your average voter has the capacity to look beyond the present day to what is coming down the line. Protecting their right to vote, their right to choose their health care, their right to privacy, their right to be different from someone else may all overpower those terrifying numbers at the gas pump and the cash register.

It reminds me of the episode of the West Wing where papers print that incumbent president Martin Sheen isn't eating Oregon's green beans. This is a problem because the president barely won Oregon last time, and the president needs Oregon to win! And after running around trying to put out this fire, White House Press Secretary Alison Janney finds out that the president's personal aide told some reporters that the president doesn't like green beans. Because, you know, he doesn't. There's no other reason, no secret orchestration or leak from the White House meant to hurt the president, Dulé Hill just told the reporters the truth. And when told that everybody's stupid in an election year, he responds:

The fact that we keep having landmark elections with never-before-seen turnout should tell pollsters that perhaps it's time to treat the voting public with a little more nuance than they have in the past.

#politics #midterms #2022 midterm elections #voting

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arpov-blog-blog · 2 years

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So they don't just demonize #BLM, they demonize anyone who doesn't accept their right wing theological authoritarianism being force upon them no matter what race or class..."What is it going to take for respectable white people to understand that the Republicans, their paramilitaries and their justices on the Supreme Court are ensnaring whole classes of people in expanding rings of social control? It began with immigrants. It’s going to end with – I don’t know. But when states enact laws regulating marital sex, respectable white people will ask: “How the fuck did this happen?”

The moment they stop going along is the moment they stop giving the rightwing the benefit of the doubt. The best part? It’s easy.

I’m thinking specifically of their reaction to a handful of protests over the weekend outside the homes of Republican justices of the Supreme Court. Last week, a draft opinion leaked showing a court standing ready to strike down Roe, thus voiding the constitutional right to privacy, equal social standing, individual liberty and abortion.

So some Americans did what Americans do in such times.

They raised hell.

A quiet, lawful and very white hell.

Justice Brett Kavanaugh lives in a suburb of Washington, where the well-scrubbed children of the capital’s white upper-middle class romp and play – and where the unwritten social code is civility. The most dangerous thing you can expect from these people, who are the most insulated from the consequences of partisan politics, is discourtesy.

But unmannerliness was too much for some. On Monday, an unsigned editorial in the Post titled “Leave the justices alone at home” said:

The right to assemble and speak freely is essential to democracy. Erasing any distinction between the public square and private life is essential to totalitarianism. It is crucial, therefore, to protect robust demonstrations of political dissent while preventing them from turning into harassment or intimidation (italics mine).

Allow me to rephrase.

A member of the Post’s editorial board, a singular voice in American public affairs, looked at these protests by mostly upper-middle class white people, for whom the consequences of politics are almost never felt, and who were demonstrating peacefully in public spaces with permission and police escort, and said this sure looks like the erasure of any distinction between the public square and private life.

The thinking seems to be that without a firm line separating public and private, without a singular voice in public affairs defending that line, totalitarianism looms. So this weekend’s protests, featuring tens of dozens of polite white people, are akin to harassment and intimidation.

Got that?

I’m used to America’s respectable white people, who vacillate cynically between the parties, seeing left-liberal agitators for freedom and justice as extreme. That’s what the rightwing alleges. Respectable white people typically give the rightwing the benefit of the doubt.

I get that. They’re wrong. But I get that.

What I don’t get is this.

Isn’t the Post’s editorial writer extreme for accusing peaceful and lawful protesters of intimidation? Isn’t US Senator Susan Collins of Maine extreme for describing a pro-Roe message written in chalk on a sidewalk near her home as the “defacement of public property”?

Isn’t it extreme for the Senate to hurry up and pass, according to NBC News’ Frank Thorp, a bill extending protections from the Supreme Court Police to the immediate family members of Supreme Court justices,” as if these middle-aged protesters were a present peril?"

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copias-thrall · 3 years

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Hi umm, I love you 🤭 love your blog.

Just wondering how does Aether jerk off.

Well, hello, nonny. Thanks for the love 🥰

Right backatcha (っ’-‘)╮ =͟͟͞͞❤️ﾌﾞｫﾝ

Well, ok…how he strokes the salami all depends on the situation, you know?

When he’s on tour, he has to be brief. There’s only one shower on the tour bus, and unlike some other Ghouls (*cough* Dewdrop *cough cough*), he’s not about to beat the bishop just as everyone’s bunked in for the night. Even if he gets one goddamned moment at the venue, he’s got to sneak away from the pack into an accommodating broom closet (and hope it’s not already occupied with one (1) lascivious Copia or two (2) other Ghoul/ettes looking for the same privacy) to choke the chicken.

Sometimes just thinking that he’s about to jerk off gets his cock filling; other times, he gives a fast tease outside his pants—just light enough he can imagine it’s someone else. Once he’s hard, he gives a few slow strokes from root to tip—just to warm up—but the real money’s at the sweet spot on his tip. Using his sizable thumb and forefinger to caress his foreskin up and down the tip, he quickly jerks himself, arm a blur. Crunched over himself and panting heavily at the exertion, all that can be heard is the swish of skin on skin and the jingle of his bracelets.

When it starts getting good, his other hand slaps down on the wall before he rests his sweaty head on it, grunting. (It’s a good thing he’s built up muscles in his arm and hand from playing the guitar, because at the rate he’s going, a normal person’s arm would cramp!) His heart starts pounding, and he can feel it in the pulsing of his cock. He moans and bites into the meat of his arm as his hips try to fuck into the circle of his fingers.

Once his cock hardens into a rock, he knows he’s so close, and he speeds up to an inhuman pace—uncaring when the metal of his adornments bounces off him. When he feels the spasm at the base, he groans and curls his big hand there while he waits for the money shot. Feeling the warmth spread, he lets out a moan as the first kick sends the first wave of his climax through him and shoots his first spurt of cum out. He gives an involuntary jerk of the hips, and then his fist is flying up and down his length as he works himself through his orgasm. (He has to refrain from too firm a grip, or he’ll pop his knot, and then everyone will know what he’s been up to. Those suckers can take forever to deflate.)

When he’s done, he just leans against the wall, catching his breath and squeezing his softening cock. Sometimes, he’s aware enough to catch (most) of the cum in his other hand; other times, he just lets it splatter all over the wall. If he’s in the shower, it’s an easy enough clean up…if he’s in a closet, well—there’s usually a mop he can use. Just a quick swipe, tho—there are people waiting.

***

When he’s back at the Abbey—or has his own swanky hotel room—Aether likes to pamper himself. A steamy shower to relax his muscles and warm his bones, then straight into the fluffy nest he made with blankets and pillows. He’s got some mood music he likes (slow songs with lots of gasping) and some scented lube (strawberry). Occasionally, he’ll bring a toy into the mix (a bullet vibe for the tip or a vibrating buttplug—but those require cleaning and charging, so those are for really special occasions.) He can be a little shy when it comes to communicating his likes with his lovers, so this is a time he can really indulge and not feel uncomfortable.

Aether likes to touch his body—light caresses on his inner thigh, barely there fingertips skimming down his arm, gentle rolls of his nipples until his cock is flushed and leaking. But he doesn’t reach for the lube just yet—his balls are sensitive and don’t get enough love (in his opinion), so he likes to trail a firmer touch along them as his cock twitches at the sensation. And while he’s down there, a few presses into his perineum really gets his motor roaring. (Occasionally, he’ll slip a finger into his hole, but usually the angle is awkward and can take him out of the moment just as he’s getting somewhere good.) He can’t mouth at his balls himself, but he can drizzle some lube on them before rolling them in his hand as he imagines it’s the spit from his lover.

Then, he’ll bring his other hand into play, stroking himself with a loose fist as a tease. He likes the way his cock twitches against his grip and pulses softly when he hits his sweet spot with the rough of his palm. This isn’t a time for rushing, so he teases himself until he’s finally trembling with need—his stomach tensing and his feet digging into the bed—before finally lubing up his cock.

The slick, wet sensation against his straining cock is almost too intense, and he bows off the bed with a breathy gasp before taking in great gulps of air so he doesn’t cum too soon. Despite his burning need, he still starts off with slow strokes in a firm fist. He sits up a bit so that he can watch the pink head of his cock disappear into his fist and the sticky drops of precum ooze out and onto his stomach. Chest heaving, Aether makes sure to twist his slick hand around his purpling cockhead and to coax the bump of his knot to swell with slow caresses.

But even he has his limits, and soon enough he’s got his head thrown back into the pillows while he jacks it like a man on a mission. He’s groaning and whining as his body twists back and forth with all at once the desperate need to cum and the desperate desire to draw out the pleasure a bit more.

Sometimes, he has enough self-control to stop before it’s too late—grasping his cock firmly as it throbs dangerously—and he can edge himself just a little before he lets himself cum.

Other times, it’s like Satan has possessed his hand, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it from flying in between his legs at the same speed as a hummingbird’s wings. As he feels the rush, he pauses just for a moment to savor the feeling of his hot cum pumping through his cock—his hips thrusting up violently—as his knot pops. He squeezes the swollen bulge, then he lets out a choked moan as his other hand strokes his kicking, sensitive cock through the pulses of his orgasm.

His cock stops twitching before his knot does, and he brings his free hand down to add more pressure to it; sometimes, the firm hold is enough to give him an extra demi orgasm or two, but other times, he massages his knot back to a swell in order to coax it into another intense pulse.

Once he’s done, he just lies there—content in the warm glow—and laughs in the high of the moment. There’s cum everywhere—he didn’t even attempt to catch it—and he languidly swipes at it with his towel before rolling over and falling into a contented doze.

***

There is a third option: when his lover will ask him to masturbate in front of them.

Objectively, Aether knows it’s hot—he knows he enjoys watching his partners touch themselves—but he can be a little shy about the way his body looks when he’s lost in the throes of self-love. So, he usually employs a little help.

He’s got a set of tenga eggs—which he replenishes as necessary—that he uses as a treat…or in front of a partner. They give him that little extra stimulation that feels good enough to make him forget to be self-conscious and—unlike his hand—never lose their grip.

Usually, just having a sexy liaison is enough to have him revved up and cock filling, so he pretty much forgoes the sensual touching he does while alone—but this is still a show, so he does run his hands along his body, highlighting his pecs and the dusky arousal of his nipples as well as the swell of his…muscles. He bites his lip and gives a few good pulls to his cock to make sure it hardens enough to jut away from him, thick and proud.

He dribbles some lube (unscented) onto his cockhead with a flourish and shudders at the feeling of cool liquid dripping down his length. His eyes roll back a little, his toes kneading at the sheets, as he uses his fist to spread it evenly. As his pants—his blood quickening—he squirts a generous amount of lube into the egg, his heart beginning to pound at the expectation of remembered pleasure.

When the egg makes contact and slips over his sensitive cockhead, he lets out a little gasp and jerks at the sudden intense feeling. He steals a brief glance at his partner—who is flushed with mouth parted, their eyes huge and black with lust—before proceeding. Arching his fingers over it, Aether gives the egg a littles twist, then chases the sensation down to the base.

Letting out a little Mmm, he strokes the stretchy material up and down a few times before letting it spring back up so he can swirl it around his tip. He luxuriates in the feeling, his shyness falling away as his blood pools and his cock hardens further. His partner is leaning in to see, and Aether gives them a show of moaning and writhing as he massages his cock with the toy.

If he closes his eyes, he could almost pretend the pass of the toy over his length was the mouth of his lover giving him a lazy, sloppy blowjob…but the look on their face and the smell of their arousal has his heart thumping with excitement and his cock throbbing. His hand starts to jack faster, and every time the egg massages over his sweet spot, his breath hitches, and his hips fuck up.

Pretty soon, he tips his head back, letting eyes flutter shut, and he lets his hand fly. The squelch should distract—but it reminds him of…other things, and he growls a little at the memory. His partner’s arousal swirls in his nose, and he can’t wait to have his tongue all over their skin, lapping up the taste. His one hand fists the sheets as his other bounces off his pelvis on every frenetic downstroke.

His whimper turns into a low groan as he feels himself about to cum. It would feel better to shoot his load inside the egg, where the slick of the lube and the soft of the material could massage his too-sensitive cockhead, but he knows his lover wants to see his release.

He trembles, his back arching, waiting until the last second to yank the toy off. He grunts and freezes as his cum shoots violently up his chest at the first intense spasm, and then he’s near-screaming and thrashing as his hand works the rest from his cock with each lessening pulse.

When he’s done, he’s bashful again, but content.

Lazily, he stretches, then runs his fingertips through the mess on his chest…

…before quirking his finger for his lover to come get it.

#asks #aether #self-love #my writing #original post #n/sfw

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blisslilywrites · 3 years

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Hi!! It's me again Since you ask box is open again can you do more of the Jessica rabbit!reader with the mha pro heroes?

a/n: djdnd if i remember right it was hawks and endeavor right? if not feel free to send another request🤧 tbh i didnt rlly know what to write but hope u like it~ -lily

HAWKS / Takami Keigo

You and Hawks were a beautiful couple

A beautiful couple nobody knew about…

You didn’t really mind either way but Hawks always insisted he wanted to keep your relationship with him a secret

With dangerous missions and many enemies, you were definitely going to be a target if the public knew about you

So you two kept your relationships under wraps, never meeting out in public, and going on with your lives as normal

Today was just like every other day

Hawks was off patrolling the city and you were on your way to work

What was different about today though was that there was a sudden villain attack in the area

The villains didn’t target the buildings or try to steal anything

Instead they seemed to be targeting the people

One of them had a quirk that allowed him to extend black tentacles that acted like large hands, grabbing random people in the crowd and holding them hostage

There was chaos everywhere

People were running left and right trying not to get caught

Suddenly someone shouted “HAWKS!”

And you looked up to see a familiar silhouette move across the sky like a blur

A barrage of feathers moved carefully, calculatedly through the crowd and towards the villain, rescuing civilians and carrying them away to safety

There weren’t many people left near the villain and hawks had already taken down his accomplices when the villain suddenly shot one tentacle straight into the crowd

Straight towards you

You were pulled rapidly towards the villain who had a knife to your throat a second later

Hawks was facing you, and the villain. His eyes were unreadable, face expressionless.

“Don’t move unless you want me to cut this beautiful woman here”

The black tentacles furthered their grip on you and you could see a twinge of anger on your boyfriend’s face

Although you knew it was probably a reckless move, you used your quirk to knock the knife out the villain’s hands which surprised him and caused the tentacle’s hold on you to loosen

You pushed to get away from the villain at the same time Hawks sprung towards him

He took you in his arms and used his feathers to subdue the villain

The rest of the police and heroes arrived at the scene a few seconds later and took the villains into custody

Hawks, however, still had an arm and a wing wrapped around you protectively

“You should probably let go now you know. People might find out…”

He paused for a moment, saying nothing, before looking at you with a sly grin

“So..? You can certainly take care of yourself and if anything, it’ll give me an excuse to be around you more.”

You smiled at that

“Ok then.. that would mean I can do this now right?”

Without hesitation you gave him a peck on the cheek that left him blushing and smiling like an idiot

ENDEAVOR / Todoroki Enji

So you and Endeavor have been together for a while now but kept your relationship a secret due to all the media presence he was getting lately from being the new #1

You didn’t mind though, and neither did he

But he at least wanted to introduce you to his family

So he told them one day that they were going to have dinner at home with a “special guest”

When the evening came, endeavor was pacing around the front door and staring at the clock waiting for this “special guest”

The kids found this… strange

Mainly because they weren’t used to seeing him nervous? If that’s even how they could describe him in the moment

But yes he was slightly nervous and also slightly worried

You had insisted you would come on your own and he didn’t need to come pick you up

It’s been 5 minutes since the appointed time though and endeavor was definitely worried

Just when he was about to give you a call, the doorbell rang and fuyumi went to answer it

“Hi..?”

“Hello, you must be fuyumi? I’m l/n y/n. Thank you for letting me come over for dinner.”

Dinner.. She’s our special guest?!?

Endeavor came and awkwardly ushered you inside and once properly seated, he told them who you were

Let’s just say they didn’t really know how to react

First of all, you were pretty young? And you were pretty. Like really really pretty. Like sexy pretty.

So uh they were kind of shocked but gradually warmed up to you as you came often more

Now that his family knew, endeavor felt the weight of secrecy of your relationship had been lifted and became a little careless…

A picture of you and endeavor looking… intimate, was leaked to the public

Queue the confusion and speculation

Like that rumours grew, each more outrageous than the last

Endeavor felt terrible about it but you consoled him, telling him you were fine with it and that there wasn’t much that could be done other than clarify the rumours

Which he did do

He held a press conference and carefully explained everything, asking the public to respect you and your privacy

Altho there were many who weren’t happy that endeavor had someone, there were also many who supported him and you

The way he handled the situation did give him a bit of a popularity rise but he wasn’t really bothered by that

He was just happy to have you

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actualbird · 2 years

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considering luke is a secret government agent and how a lot of his information is wiped from public record (something along those lines), i dont think being so outwardly famous like the other nxx members would be good for his work.

like if everyone knew his face, then long term missions like the one in his 2nd birthday card would be found out quicker. if more people were to leak info on friends and family, then they might be in danger from people who might want revenge.

being a detective on the side works for him since it is niche. people probably wont talk about what they needed to see a detective about. there are people like luke and rosa’s old classmates that didnt take him seriously, so no worries there. he probably is able to retain a lot of his privacy despite doing a lot of odd jobs for people.

yeah, exactly!!!

ive written the whole "the NSB has nerfed luke's existence off of the internet" concept several times into many many fanfics. also in one fic, i invented a wing of the NSB thats solely PR omg. i feel like theyd need that, not just for branding but also for keeping the identities of all their operatives hush hush

deffo theres tons and tonsssss of danger should luke's identity become as big as the other nxx members. hell, in his bday2 SSR, that villain even says that hes was OH SO GLAD that he managed to see the mighty Agent Raven's weakness (i.e. mc). super duper hope thats brought up in later stories. the angst is RIGHT THERE.

#asks #anon #come on mhy. hes ur angst punching bag. SO PUNCH HIM!!!

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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We already talked about this in dms but like👀 Keigo and a female reader that he thinks is just all cute and shit. But nah she’s actually one of the best dancers in japan and specializes in badass and sexy dances

I went down such a rabbit hole picking out the choreo for this for zero reason 💀💀💀 but man am I here for it. For those curious what I pictured writing this it’s this dance at time code 7:27 choreography is by Jojo Gomez

It’s an 18+ one y’all, minors dni. Warnings for dom/sub dynamics, mention of reader having a vagina, fingering, hand jobs, light edging, light nipple play, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, minor praise kink

“So when are you finally gonna seal the deal with (y/n)?” Mirko asks Hawks one day as they walk their usual patrol route. It’s a quiet day and quiet days always made Mirko more likely to pry. “Seal the deal?” Hawks asks. “Y’know... Do the devil’s tango? Make the beast of two backs? Teach her the birds and the bees?” Mirko teases, wiggling her eyebrows and crowding into his personal space. Hawks rolls his eyes hard and shoves her out of his space, not that it deters her. “It’s not like that,” he tells his nosy friend but she just scoffs in response. “Don’t play like you don’t want to get all up on her, Hawks. You go to that cafe she works at every night after your shift and I’m pretty sure you don’t even like coffee,” Mirko points out. “I like coffee,” Hawks retorts mulishly. “No you don’t.” “Drop it Mirko.” “Oh c’mon! It’ll be easier if you just admit it.” “Fine! She’s adorable, you happy?” Hawks finally huffs, red tinting his cheeks. There’s a beat of silence before Mirko responds but it’s not quite the response Hawks is expecting. “Wait you think (y/n)... is adorable?” Mirko asks. “What do you mean? She is!” Hawks replies defensively. “Relax tough guy, adorable just isn’t the word I’d use to describe her,” Mirko shrugs. “How else would you describe her? She always seems kinda sleepy on her shift and she wears those big oversized sweatshirts,” Hawks elaborates but Mirko continues to look confused by his assessment of you. “Have you never seen her dance before?” Mirko finally asks. “She dances?” Hawks responds.

In Hawks’ personal opinion, Mirko’s reaction is over dramatic. She had stopped in her tracks and stared at him as if he’d sprouted a third head or announced an early retirement. “What?” he asks, even more defensive than before. Mirko heaves a sigh as if Hawks’ ignorance is her greatest source of disappointment. “I forget sometimes you live under a rock, Jesus Christ. We really do need to talk about you getting out more for things other than work and creeping on the sexy dancer barista you have a crush on. Why do you think she’s so tired every shift?” Mirko asks in disbelief. “She’s a student isn’t she? I assumed school stuff!” “You really are hopeless.” “Hey!” “She has rehearsal before her shift dummy, she’s tired from practicing.” “How do you know so much about it huh?” “Well for starters her group has literally won competitions so jot that down. And two we follow each other on Twitter.” “Why do I even ask you things?” Hawks laments. “Shut up, I have an idea,” Mirko suddenly grins. “Oh god, what the fuck are you planning now?” Hawks groans. “I think we should pay (y/n) a little visit during rehearsal, don’t you?”

Hawks follows Mirko through the halls of the university rec center with a growing sense of dread. She looks mischievous and that’s usually a sign that Hawks is going to regret whatever he just signed up for. After they round a final corner, Hawks can clearly hear music coming out of a room down the hall labeled rehearsal room B. Hawks and Mirko push through the door right as the song stops and immediately Hawks realizes that this was a mistake. Gone is your oversized hoodie, instead you’re in just a pair of sweats and a sports bra, covered in sweat and chest still heaving from whatever dance you and the two other girls with you had just done. Hawks should’ve just ignored Mirko and waited to look up one of your dances on YouTube in the privacy of his own apartment. “Hey (y/n)!” Mirko calls out cheerily even as Hawks mentally curses her out for dragging him here. Your gaze snaps over to the two of them and immediately you break out into a wide grin, the same one Hawks had been fawning over as cute and precious for the past several weeks. “What are you two doing here?” you ask as your friends grab water. “We were in the neighborhood and I remember you mentioning you rehearse around this time so I figured why not swing by?” Mirko replies and god does Hawks hate her right now. “You guys have perfect timing actually, we’re working on something to the song ‘Ride’ by Ciara and it would be really great to get an outside opinion on it. Would you guys mind sticking around to check it out? I promise it’ll be quick the other girls have something right after this,” you ask the two pros, giving your best puppy dog eyes. Hawks wants to politely decline, he’s having enough trouble keeping himself in check as it is thank you very much, but before he can Mirko is already agreeing and he doesn’t have the heart to shut things down when you look so excited. “Ah amazing!! Ok! Just sit at the front of the room and be our audience!” you beam and Hawks is helpless but to comply.

Hawks’ eyes trace over every inch of your body as you start the music and then get into the starting formation of the dance. Hawks can tell the moment you’ve focused in on performing your choreography because your whole demeanor and energy shifts. It’s commanding and confident and very, very sexy. He’s starting to understand Mirko’s reaction to his earlier description of you because the woman he sees before him now? Well adorable doesn’t quite fit the bill anymore. He’s already half hard in his work pants, much to his chagrin. What would the tabloids say if they knew he was getting this aroused in public? It’s not exactly befitting of the number two hero considering he’s supposed to be a role model for future generations. But could anyone blame him? The way you move your body and swing your hips is mesmerizing. At one point you slowly roll your body down to grind your hips to the floor and it’s impossible for Hawks not to imagine you using that same precise control to grind down onto his dick. He tries to focus on the music instead in hopes it will help him calm down but it only takes a second for him to realize the song is painting the very same image he’s trying desperately to clear from his head. He’s almost positive Mirko is smirking beside him but he can’t focus on her, you’ve captured the entirety of his attention.

Then the chorus hits and Hawks is really in trouble. You’re singing along. You’re singing “they love the way I ride it” and making direct fucking eye contact with him while you swing your hips in a slow, sensual grind and how can he not react to that? His wings flare and puff out instinctively, his cheeks going red, and his dick is now fully erect and leaking precum into his boxers. It would be mortifying if he weren’t too focused on your every move to truly remember his surroundings. Eventually the song ends and even though Mirko stands to go compliment you and your friends on a job well done, Hawks stays rooted in place. He doesn’t dare move as his painfully hard cock twitches in his pants. Sweat drips down your neck and god he wants to lick it off you so goddamn bad he barely even notices you saying bye to Mirko and your friends until the door is shutting behind them.

Hawks hasn’t even fully registered that the two of you are now alone in the room before he’s coming up behind you and wrapping an arm around your bare torso. You open your mouth to ask what’s up with him when you suddenly feel his erection against your backside. “Tell me you don’t want this or I won’t be able to stop,” he all but growls against the shell of your ear. “What if I do want it though?” you ask breathlessly as you shamelessly grind your ass back against his throbbing dick. The moan that crawls its way out of his throat in response is guttural, he genuinely can’t think of a time he’s ever been more turned on in his life as he wastes no time spinning you around to face him and pressing you up against the wall. “You knew what you were doing didn’t you?” he asks before dropping his nose down to run along your jaw. You shudder as he licks a long stripe up your neck, delighting in the salty taste of your sweat. “Maybe?” you hedge at first but then he bites the column of your throat hard enough you’re sure it’ll leave a mark and you can’t help but whimper. He draws back to look you in the eye, his pupils blown so wide they’ve almost completely consumed his golden irises. “Don’t lie to me little dove,” he warns. “I may have gone a little harder than usual because you were watching me,” you admit and it’s apparently the right answer as Hawks all but chirps his satisfaction before leaning down to press a bruising kiss to your lips that has you melting. One of his hands slides up to grasp and squeeze one of your breasts but even that is not enough for him and in the next moment one of his feathers glides in to swiftly cut your sports bra off entirely. You’re about to protest but the words die in your throat as Hawks starts pinching and twisting one of your nipples. “Does that feel good little dove?” he asks and all you can do is let your head fall back against the wall and nod your approval.

Hawks takes advantage of your head’s position to resume leaving marks on your exposed neck as his free hand snakes its way into your sweatpants and panties. As his fingers finally reach your dripping sex you feel him moan against the sensitive skin of your throat. “You’re so wet for me already,” he notes as he slowly slides a finger inside of you. “Want you, need you,” is all you can keen as he drags his one finger torturously slowly inside of you. “Want me that bad love?” Hawks teases and your answering nod is almost frantic as he inserts another finger and takes careful note of the way you squirm. “Use your words,” he commands. “I want you so bad Hawks please,” you beg but even as he uses his thumb to lightly brush against your sensitive clit he still doesn’t budge. “I don’t know, you were so naughty teasing me so much in front of Mirko and your friends. Do you understand how turned on I was?” he asks but you can only whimper in response. You jerk your hips forward in desperate search of more friction or movement or something but all that accomplishes is Hawks using the hand not currently buried inside you to hold your hips still. “I want you to feel how turned on your little show made me little dove. Can you do that?” he asks. “Y-yes,” you moan before obediently reaching one hand out to feel his hardened length through his pants. God he’s so big, and it only emphasizes to you how much you want him inside you. “Not gonna get much done from there, little dove, don’t be shy. I want you to feel me, feel the cock you’re so fucking desperate for,” he growls, slowly dragging his fingers in and out of you to emphasize his point. It’s so good but it’s not nearly enough so you fumble with the belt and button of his pants until finally, finally you can slip your hand past the waistband and into his boxers to grasp firm hold of his weeping cock.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to find a devastating rhythm, your hands moving in sync to drive both of you towards your respective climaxes. Your moans echo around the small practice room and it’s music to Hawks’ ears. You’re close, so close, right on the precipice of orgasm when suddenly Hawks is leaning in to whisper into your ear a simple command: “Stop.” His hand stops moving and then he slowly extracts his fingers from inside you. You whine at the loss, pussy desperately clenching around nothing but you obediently stop your hand's movement. "Don't look so disappointed, I thought you wanted my dick," Hawks teases. "I do, fuck, I do," you groan. "Be specific. What do you want?" "I want your dick inside me, please Hawks I'm begging, I want it so bad," you whine. What a pretty sight you make squirming and whining for him. Hawks thinks he could watch you like this forever but even he is starting to get impatient so he decides to finally give you what you want. He shoves his own pants and boxers down low enough for his dick to spring out of its confines, the head flushed red and glistening with precum. Meanwhile his feathers push down your own sweatpants and panties as you watch him with half-lidded eyes, eager to finally feel his hardened length inside you. He has you wrap your arms around his shoulders and places his hands on your waist. "Hop up pretty girl," he commands and you eagerly obey, allowing him to lift you and then wrapping your legs around his waist to further support you weight. "Ready?" he asks. "God, yes Hawks please," you groan as he lines himself up with your waiting entrance. Hawks complies with an almost feral grin, wasting no time in shoving himself fully inside you. You groan as his thick length stretches you open but the slight burn feels so good as he fills you up. "You're doing so good for me, baby. So good," he praises and you practically purr your satisfaction. "P-please. Move," you moan and Hawks doesn't need to be told twice as he begins fucking into you in earnest. All words are lost between the two of you, the only language you need being the moans, groans, whimpers, and whines the two of you pull out of each other. As he drills into you harder and harder you rapidly feel yourself once again approaching climax. "Hawks I'm gonna-" you start but he cuts you off. "Me too baby, hold out a little longer and we'll cum together ok?" he ask. "Ok," you whimper, trying so hard to be good for him. Just a few long deep strokes later he finally gives you permission to cum and almost immediately you cry out his name, clenching and squeezing around him as he tumbles into his own climax. His groan is long and low as he spills his seed inside you and you relish each and every moment of it.

As the two of you finally come down from your highs Hawks carefully sets you back down on the ground. "Shit," he swears. "You can say that again," you laugh breathlessly. "Maybe I should invite you to more rehearsals from now on," you joke. "I'd much rather you give me a private show at my place," he replies easily. "I think I can make that work." "Good." "When would you like your first performance?" "How about now? You were just bragging about how much 'they' like it when you ride it. Time to put your money where your mouth is." "I'd like nothing more."

#ahh this took me so long to write and it ended up so long lmao #this probably could've been a one shot in retrospect but oh well #it's here now lmao #complete and utter filth I hope you enjoy #hhrequests #hawks smut #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks x fem!reader #hopeless.olivia #hopeless.thirst

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the-final-sif · 4 years

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So people had some excellent suggestions for my “Dabi and Hawks are quarantined together and also accidentally fake dating” AU, and I’ve taken all of them into consideration to create the following situation:

Toga 100% on purpose leaks to the public that Hawks has a boyfriend who he’s in quarantine with, leaving Hawks no choice but to publicly acknowledge it, while trying to pass the situation off as “oh, but my bf wants privacy so no pics or anything.”

Which might’ve worked normally but everyone is stuck indoors and stir crazy, so they’ve got tons of free time to hound Hawks about his personal life.

Hawks is worried someone’s gonna actually show up or somehow find them out if he doesn’t do something, but there’s obviously no way he could post photos with Dabi. He’s way too distinctive.

Dabi, who overheard all of this, and who has a ridiculous amount of make up skill and way too much time on his hands right now, gets up at like 2 am, takes out his staples (swapping them for ones that lay flush with his skin), and over the next 6 hours sets about covering up his scars on his hands, chest and face.

By the time he's done, he looks like a brand new person, and he even went the extra mile and temp redyed his hair to a lighter color, maybe light blue or light red and styles it nicely.

Hawks wakes up and almost has a heart attack because he doesn't recognize him until Dabi starts laughing at him.

"Well? I figure it'll be good enough to get people to move on to something else long enough for us to break up."

Hawks has to hide in the bathroom for a minute to collect himself, because listen, Dabi was hot before, 100%, but fuck now he just looks unfairly pretty. It doesn’t help that he also dressed up in tighter clothing than what he normally wears.

After Hawks has his third gay panic of the week, and after Dabi proves he can pitch his voice well enough to disguise it, Hawks decides fuck it, he's bored enough to go along with this.

They do a few couple photos and then announce that they'll be doing a livestream q&a later that day, but only one! After that, Hawks boyfriend will not be appearing on any of his social media because he seriously wants his privacy respected. They also won't answer any identifying questions like real name/location/quirk type/etc.

During the live stream, Dabi is incredibly flirty and sweet to Hawks whose Heart Cannot Take This, and the entire internet is losing it's mind collectively at cool and suave Hawks getting totally flustered and blushing redder than his wings at his boyfriend, and "get a guy who looks at you like Hawks looks at his boyfriend whenever he does anything" becomes a popular meme with accompanying screenshots.

Everything is going great.

Right up until Natsuo and/or Fuyumi see the photos, and even though they know it's impossible- Holy shit, that's exactly what an adult version of Touya would look like. The hair's off, but he confirmed in the live stream "I'm gay, of course my hair is dyed."

Even his voice sounds similar. It’s like hearing a message from beyond the grave.

So, about 3 hours after the livestream, Hawks gets a text from an unknown number apologizing for intruding on his personal life and introducing themselves as Fuyumi Todoroki.

She’s aware this sounds insane, but holy shit she and her younger brother think he might be dating their previously thought dead older brother, Touya.

Fuyumi then goes on to provide Dabi’s quirk, prior health issues (since Touya has had them since he was young), and his story, which 100% lines up with everything Hawks knows about Dabi.

Hawks, in that exact moment, puts together just who Dabi is.

While Dabi is in the other room getting the makeup off.

And now Hawks has a text from his sister asking to speak to his "boyfriend" because she’s 100% sure it has to be him.

Oh boy.

This is gonna be fun to deal with.

Dabi, after finding out his siblings accidentally exposed him and think Hawks’ fake boyfriend is their brother: "Okay, okay, this is fine. Your boyfriend will just catch the virus and tragically pass away before the quarantine is up."

Hawks: "You can't just keep faking your death every time you encounter an emotional situation you don’t want to handle!"

Dabi: "Wanna bet?"

#sif speaks #dabihawks #hot wings #dabi #dabi is a todoroki #dabi is touya #bnha hawks #mha hawks #takami keigo #fuyumi todoroki #natsuo todoroki #the lov #the todoroki family #tw: covid19 #tw: covid 19 #fake quarantine dating au #my headcanons

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izzyhavilliard · 3 years

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This is for all the Elriel stans out there, all the scenes between Elain & Azriel that we have so far (let me know if I missed any). To keep you going until we get a book an Elriel book (which I’m confident we will.)

”The silk skirts of her cobalt dress whispering over the parquet floor.”

It might be a coincidence that she was wearing this color the first time she and Az met but we all know how much Sarah loves foreshadowing.

”A faint smile bloomed upon Azriel’s mouth as he noticed Elain’s fingers white-knuckled on that fork.”

”Elain said, ”It’s all very disorienting.” ”I can imagine,” Azriel said. Cassian flashed him a glare. But Azriel’s attention was on my sister, a polite, bland smile on his face. Her shoulders loosened a bit.”

”Elain said to Azriel, perhaps the only two civilized ones here. ”Can you truly fly?” He set down his fork, blinkint. I might have even called him self-conscious. He said, ”Yes. Cassian and I hail from a race of faeries called Illyrians. We’re born hearing the song of the wind.” ”That’s very beautiful,” she said. ”Is it not - frightening, though? To fly so high?” ”It is sometimes,” Azriel said.”

”Rhys chuckled, Cassian’s wrath slippering enough that he grinned, and Elain, noticing Azriel’s ease as proof that things weren’t indeed about to go badly, offered one of her own as well.”

”Azriel arrived first, no shadows to be seen, my sister a pale, golden mass in his arms. He, too wore his Illyrian armor, Elain’s golden-brown hair snagging in some of the black scales across his chest and shoulder. He ser her down gently on the foyer carpet, having carried her in trough the front door. Elain peered up at his patient, solemn face. Azriel smiled faintly. ”Would you like me to show you the garden?” She seemes so small before him, so fragile compared to the scales of his fighting leathers, the breadth of his shoulders. The wings peeking over them. But Elain did not balk from him, did not shy away as she nodded - just once. Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldn’t tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, ”Beautiful.” Color bloomed high on Azriel’s golden-brown cheeks, but he inclined his head in thanks and led my sister toward the back doors of the garden, sunlight bathing them.”

”Elain sat silently at one of the wrought-iron tables, a cup of tea before her. Azriel was sprawled on the chaise longue across the gray stones, sunning his wings and reading what looked to be a stack of reports - likely information on the Autumn Court that he planned to present to Rhys once he’d sorted through it all. Already dressed for the Hewn city - the brutal, beautiful armor so at odds with the lovely garden. And my sister sitting within it. ”Why not make them mates?” I mused.”

”I didn’t hear you.” Azriel stepped forward. ”But you heard something else.” Elain seemed about to nod, but only backed away. ”I think I was dreaming,” she murmured. [...] Azriel’s hazel eyes churned as he studied my sister, her too-thin body. And without a word, he winnowed away. Mor watched the space where he’d been standing long after he was gone.”

”The two Illyrians paused their inspection of me long enough to note my sisters finishing up breakfast, Nesta in a pale gray gown that brought out the steel in her eyes, Elain in dusty pink. Both males went a bit still. But Azriel sketched a bow - while Cassian stalked for the dining table.”

It’s important to note that Az & Cassian had the same reaction to seeing Elain & Nesta.

””Can I set you up in the garden? The herbs you planted are coming in nicely.” ”I can help her,” said Azriel, stepping to the table as Elain silently rose. No shadows at his ear, no darkness ringing his fingers as he extended a hand. Nesta monitored him like a hawk, but he kept silent as Elain took his hand, and out they went.”

”But Azriel asked softly, taking a single step over the threshold and into the sitting room, ”What other?” Elain’s brows twitched toward each other. ”The queen - with the feathers of flame.” The shadowsinger angled his head. Lucien murmured to me, eyes still fixed on Elain, ”Should we - does she need...?” ”She doesn’t need snything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien. Elain was staring at the spymaster now - unblinking. ”We’re the ones who need...” Azriel trailed off. ”A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. ”The Cauldron made you a seer.”

”It made sense, I supposed, that Azriel alone had listened to her. The male who heard things others could not... Perhaps he, too, had suffered as Elain had before he understood what gift he possessed.”

”While shadows gathered around Azriel, Elain at his side, wide eyed at the spymaster’s display.”

”Then Azriel, gently taking Elain’s hand in his own, as if afraid his scars would hurt her.”

I think this is a parallel to his pov in ACOSF when he thought his hands weren’t worthy of touching her.

”But Azriel asked softly, ”What about Elain?”

He was the first one to notice that she was missing, not Feyre, not Nesta, but him!

”From the shadows near the entrance to the tent, Azriel said, as if in answer to some unspoked debate, ”I’m getting her back.” Nesta slid her gaze to the shadowsinger. Azriel’s hazel eyes glowes golden in the shadows. Nesta said, ”Then you will die.” Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare. ”I’m getting her back.”

He was literally risking his life to get her back!

”Azriel slid back the curtain - Elain was in her nighgown. Gagged, wrists wrapped in steel that glowed violet. Her eyes went wide as she saw us - Azriel and me. I shifteb my face back into my own, raising a hand to my lips as Azriel knelt before her. [...] Azriel gently removed the gag from her mouth. ”Are you hurt?” She shook her head, devouring the sight of hom as if not quite believing it. ”You came for me.” The shadowsinger only inclined his head.”

”As Azriel battled to keep them airborn, keep his grip on them, my sister sent a fierce kick into the beast’s face. Its eye. Another. Another. It bellowed, and Elain slammed her bare, muddy foot into its face again. The blow struck home.”

”Azriel still cradling Elain to his chest. He dripped blood behind him the entire time - a trickle compared to the torrent that should be leaking out. Contained only by the patches of power he’d slapped on it. Help - he needed a healer immediately.”

He held on to Elain despite that she was now safe while he was very injured!

”Rhys lunged for Azriel, taking Elain from him and gently setting my sister down. Azriel raped ”swaying on his feet, ”We need Helion to get these chains off her.” Yet Elain didn’t seem to notice them as she rose up on her toes and kissed the shadowsinger’s cheek.”

Again, Az is injured but his first instinct is to get the chains off Elain.

”This is Truth-Teller,” he told her softly. ”I won’t be usung it today - so I want you to.” [...] It has never failed me once,” the shadowsinger said, the midday sun devoured by the dark blade. ”Some people say it is magic and will always strike true.” He gently took her hand and pressed the hilt of the legendary blade into it. ”It will serve you well.” [...] Cassian gawked at Azriel, and I wondered how often Azriel had lent out that blade - Never, Rhys said from where he finished buckling on his own weapons against the side of the wagon. I have never once seen Azriel let another person touch that knife. Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade. I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the only space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection ... that knife.”

Maybe Feyre will give that painting to Az & Elain in the future?

”Send Lucien, then. As our human emissary. I studied the tenseness in Azriel’s shoulders, the shadows veiling half of him from the sunlight. [...] ”I don’t make a point of looking after his movements.” ”Why?” Not a flicker of emotion. ”He is Elain’s mate.” I waited. ”It would be an invasion of her privacy to track him.” To know when and if Lucien sought her out. What they did together. ”You sure about that?” I asked quietly. Azriel’s Siphons guttered, the stones turning as dark and foreboding as the sea.”

Az gets very tense while talking about Lucien. He also doesn’t spy on him out of respect for Elain, I also think it’s because their bond hurts him too much (as mentioned in ACOSF).

”If Lucien kills Graysen, then good riddance.”

He hates Graysen for what he did to Elain

””Are we supposed to get the sisters presents?” ”No,” I said, and meant it. Az seemed to loose a sigh of relief.”

He was nevous about getting Elain a gift, he does however give her one in ACOSF meaning their relationship has grown.

”In time to see Elain say to Azriel, ”Hello.” Az said nothing. No, he just moved toward her. Mor tensed beside me. But Azriel only took Elain’s heavy dish of potatoes from her hands, his voice soft as night as he said, ”Sit. I’ll take care of it.” Elain’s hands remained in midair, as if the ghost of the dish remained between them. With a blink, she lowered them, and noticed her apron. ”I - I’ll be right back, she murmured.”

”There’s no going back to being human, girl,” Amren said, perhaps a tad gently. ”Amren,” I warned. Elain’s face reddened further , her back straightening. But she didn’t bolt. ”I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I’d never heard Elain’s voice so cold. I glanced at the others. Rhys was frowning, Cassian and Mor were both grimacing, and Azriel... It was pity on his beautiful face. Pity and sorrow as he watched my sister. [...] ”Pick on someone your own size,” Cassian said to Amren, shoveling roast chicken into his mouth. ”I’d feel bad for the mice,” Azriel muttered. Mor and Cassian howled, earning a blush from Azriel and a grateful smile from Elain - and no short of scowling from Amren. But something in me eased at that laughter, at the light that returned to Elain’s eyes.”

Azriel protectes Elain & made her feel better.

”I found Elain studying it, beautiful in her amethyst-colored gown. I made to move toward her, but someone beat me to it. The shadowsinger was clad in a black jacket and pants similar to Rhysand’s - the fabric immaculately tailored and built to fit his wings. He still wore his Siphon atop either hand, and shadows trailed his footstept, curling like swirled embers, but there was little sign of the warrior otherwise. Especially as he gently said to my sister, ”Happy solstice.” Elain turned from the snow falling in the darkness beyond and smiled slightly. ”I’ve never participated in one of these.””

”It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.” Silence again. The Azriel tipped back hus head and laughed. I’d never heard such a sound, deep and joyous. Cassian and Rhys jouined him, the former grabbing the glass bottle from Azriel’s hand and examining it. ”Brilliant,” Cassian said. Elain smiled again, ducking her head. Azriel mastered himself enough to say, ”Thank you.” I’d never seen his hazel eyes so bright, the hues of green amid the brown and gray like veins of emerald. ”This will be invaluable.””

”Because of the shit with Elain?” Azriel stilled. ”What happened to Elain?” Cassian waved a hand. ”A fight with Nesta. Don’t bring it up”, he warned when Azriel’s eyes darkened.”

”Maybe you’ll become interesting at last, Elain.” Nesta saw the blow land, like a physical impact, in Elain’s face, her posture. No one spoke, though shadows gathered in the corners of the room, like snakes preparing to strike.”

Az’s shadows are ready to defend Elain.

”Azriel stiffened, an outright sign of temper from him as he said quietly, ”There is an innate darkness to the Dread Trove that Elain should not be exposed to.”

He is protective over her.

”I always thought she was born on the wrong side of the wall,” Elain admitted. ”She made ballrooms into battlefields and plotted like any general. Like you two,” she said, nodding to Cassian, and then, a bit more shyly, to Azriel. Azriel offered her a small smile that Elain quickly looked away from. Cassian tucked away his puzzlement. Lucien was certainly not here to snarl at any male who looked at her for too long.”

”Elain just linked her arm through Nesta’s and led her toward the family room, where Azriel stood in the doorway, monitoring them. As if he’d heard Elain’s sharp laugh and wondered what had caused it. ”I was just checking on desert,” Elain explained as they approached the doorway and Azriel. Nesta met the shadowsinger’s stare and he gave her a nod. Then his gaze shiften to Elain, and though it was utterly neutral, something charged went through it. Between them. Elain’s breath caught slightly, and she gave him a shallow nod of greeting before brushing past, leading Nesta into the room.”

”Why don’t you sit?” She leaned against the doorway beside the shadowsinger. ”My shadows don’t like the flames so much.” A pretty lie. She’d seen Azriel before the fire plenty. But she looked at who sat close to it and knew the answer. ”Why did you come if it torments you so much?” ”Because Rhys wants me here. It’d hurt him if I didn’t come.” [...] Shadows darkened his eyes, full of enough pain that she couldn’t stop herself from touching his shoulder. Letting him see that she understood why he stood in the doorway, why he wouldn’t go near the fire. His secret to tell, never hers”

From the bonus chapter we know the reason he won’t go into the room is Elain and that her mating bond with Lucien hurts him too much. This really shows how much he loves Elain and how much pain it causes him that he can’t act on his feelings.

I decided not to add anything from the bonus chapter considering most of it is a scene between the two of them.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this, sorry about any potential spelling errors.

#elriel #azriel and elain #elain and azriel #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #elain archeron #acotar #azriel acosf #bookworm #bookish #booklr #reading

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ggukkiedae · 3 years

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this is probably a bit weird but... I was wondering what would be the members reaction if Hannah got into a scandal, like something she did before she debuted, if that makes sense

Ooooh it’s not weird, don’t worry! I gotchu bub! admittedly a little later than expected, but here we go…

this’ll be a little lengthy and WARNING: mentions of panic attacks and hate

let’s say bc of a picture from 2016 people thought she was drinking with older trainees before debut when in reality she just stopped by to walk with johnny back to the dorm. hannah would be upset once she hears how people are treating her on the internet to the point where her thoughts would spiral in the worst way possible...

let’s go down the list by member

taeil would sit her down in silence and let her mull over her thoughts, but he’d make sure she knew she did nothing wrong and that it wasn’t her fault

johnny would apologize for dragging her into the mess, and he’d be there to comfort her when the hate gets to her. He’d feel really bad, especially since he took her under his wing and that resulted into this, so he’d do his best to dissolve the situation. he’s ¼ of the people to turn to when she has a panic attack

taeyong would do everything in his power to diffuse the rumors and expose the truth. he knows what it feels like to be on that end of the stick, and he doesn’t want her to feel that

yuta would be angry at whoever leaked those photos first of all because it was obviously a private event, and he’d be quite obviously passive aggressive on bubble or public events

kun would be right over to her dorm to make sure she’s doing okay because he doesn’t want her to be affected. he’s gonna live in her dorm for a bit and look after her. he’s the one to take her phone away so she doesn’t look through comments

doyoung would be frustrated at how the public took things out of context. he’d go on ig live and remind people of the concept of privacy and knowing what really happened before talking

ten is ready to fight. he knows hannah never did anything wrong, and his baby is being accused of illegal drinking? he helped look after her, so he will speak out about it

jaehyun no lie would probably be the first person she’s going to run to when things go south. she knows he wouldn’t tell anyone anything if she says not to, and he’d let her cry-rant it out to him. he’s 2/4 of the people to turn to when she has a panic attack

winwin would probably be the one to ask her for her side of the story directly. He’d message her then reassure her things will be cleared out once she tells her side

jungwoo will burst through every single nct dorm room just to look for her because he would want to make sure she is doing alright. he’d be a silent comfort type of person who would lend her his shoulder

lucas big brother mode will probably go on bubble and remind everyone of hannah's character. he’d be on high alert when they go to public places, and he’d probably try and take care of her but end up just ranting with her

mark arguably knows how to handle her best, him and haechan actually, so he’d let her let everything out before talking to her about it. he’s the logic side of things that reminds her people will come to their senses once they hear the truth. he’s 3/4 of the people to turn to when she has a panic attack

xiaojun would be hella worried. he’d send her a series of messages asking if she was okay or if she needed a distraction. if yes, he’d call her and just talk. if no, then he knows to step back and let her be

hendery would be the one to constantly send her memes, weird selcas, funny stories, or distorted voice messages just to cheer her up. he doesn’t like hearing people call her bad names at all, so he’d do something to get both their minds off of it all

renjun, despite what most people would think, would actually rush to her dorm as soon as possible. he’s seen her break down once, and he never wanted her to be in that situation ever again. if she’s just irritated or angry when he reaches her, he’ll let her rant and just pitch in. if he sees her crying, he’ll sit next to her and rest a hand on her knee until she calms down

jeno would be furious. he, of all people, knows how much she’s actually affected by the expectations of the general public, so the fact that people bring her down without even knowing the context would make him angry. he’d call her for sure and maybe he’d take her on his and jaemin’s bike trail to kind of just shout into the river

haechan would never leave her side the moment he sees her. it doesn’t matter if it’s yangyang, kun, johnny, or anyone else trying to talk to her, his hand is staying clasped with hers. he’d be angry and scold on bubble, and he’d be the one to reveal the context of the photo even before johnny does. he doesn’t care if he gets in trouble with management. no one can pull her down. not on his watch. he’s also 4/4 of the people to turn to when she has a panic attack, soooo yeah

jaemin’s fussing would be increased by tenfold. he’d be sleeping over at her dorm with kun and just constantly coddling hannah. he, technically speaking, has been the one parenting hannah the most constantly because of how long they spent together in dream, so he’s the one she’d most likely listen to when it comes to reminding her of self-care

yangyang would be beyond worried about her. she may not have spoken to him about it, but he knows her well enough to know she wouldn’t take this well. the moment he finds her, he’d pull her close and reassure her that she hasn’t failed anyone’s expectations. he’d make sure to calm her as much as he could and wait until she’s asleep before saying something pretty blunt about it on his ig story

shotaro would be confused at first and probably ask yuta or mark what the story behind everything is. once he finds out, he’d be beyond disappointed. he’d hate how people would call her a bad person when she was the one to welcome him as warmly as possible and take care of him and even become possibly one of his closest friends ever

sungchan would be frustrated. he knows his noona isn’t like that, and he knows that people are being stupid. he’d team up with shotaro and do his best to help keep her mind off of everything. he just wants her to be happy because that’s all she ever wanted him to be, and she worked hard to make both him and all her friends and fans happy

chenle hates it. he believes hannah is one of the few people in the world with a heart of pure gold, and he will stick by that. he’d passive aggressively discuss the wrongs of judging without proof or explanation on his radio show then come back and try to smother hannah with affection. he’d bring daegal over knowing she can get cheered up by watching minnie and daegal play

jisung is completely confused on how people can think hannah can be called a bad person by merely being in the picture. or even the situation, really (because, if she did taste the drinks, it would be like a kid trying their parent’s drinks). but he knows she never did that because she never let him near alcohol. he mentions it subtly on a vlive and cuts it short. he ends up trying to cuddle her despite her being trapped between haechan and yangyang (he ends up lying on her legs with his head on her stomach)

#hannah.request #hannah.misc #nct 24th member #nct dream 8th member #nct female member #nct female addition #hannah #lee hannah

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theprinceofflies · 3 years

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OK so heres the dragon x prince au i did for dapperstache.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/13LUmUD0Ma14pwAtpMQrlD

i made a playlist for this

~`~`~`~

JJ paced back and forth across the room. It was a small room. Much smaller than he was used to. Then again he was used to a grand palace.

The tower room was nice though. There was a queen-sized bed on one side. There was a small closet-like bathroom that contained a sink, toilet and shower/bath. Shelves lined one half of the tower wall. Books of all sizes filled the shelves. It seemed that his father still wanted to have an education. There was a dresser and mirror next to the bed. A small stove and a table in the middle of the room.

Everything would be fine if this was all he had to worry about.

But of course, there was the dragon.

JJ had been knocked out when brought to the tower so he didn't know how to get out. He checked the window a little bit ago and was met with the sight of a bright pink dragon curled around the bottom of the tower.

He had nearly fainted.

JJ had of course known the plan. Get locked up in a tower by his father on his eighteenth birthday. A dragon would be bribed to guard him. The said dragon would be slain by the prince of his dreams. Most likely chosen by his father. A vain prince who only wanted the throne.

JJ rolled his eyes at the thought. Ever since his brothers had run away he had been stuck dealing with his father. Why haven't they taken him with them?

Anti had been the first to run away. Not surprising anyone. He had summoned a demon as a joke. Everyone thought the demon had eaten him. JJ knew he just fell in love.

Marvin was next. Again not very surprising. He had fallen for his bodyguard and ran away. The last JJ heard he was running a travelling circus.

Chase surprised everyone. He had a fiance and was going to be wed to her in a few months. His life seemed perfect. But not perfect enough it seems. He ran away with two inventors. JJ had helped him leave.

Henrik left without a word. Leaving with the head medic. Leaving JJ behind.

They had all succumbed to love, leaving their youngest brother behind.

Now JJ didn't truly blame any of them. He just wished they had taken him with them.

JJ sat on the chair in the corner. Who knows how long he would be up here without a-

"Hello?"

JJ looked up and gasped. A man had climbed in the tower window. A man with scales, horns, wings and a tail. A man who was also lacking clothes.

JJ jumped up, sighing rabidly. "Ok slow down."

'Who are you?'

"Wilford."

'Could you put on some clothes?'

"Those things you humans wear?" Wilford asked and stood up, giving JJ quite the view. "Why?"

'Because well you're,' JJ tried to sign.

"Ok."

JJ nodded and ran to his dresser, throwing some clothes that were too big for him to the man. He turned away and took a deep breath. This he was not prepared for. "Okay okay, so how do I look?"

JJ turned around and sighed. Wilford was wearing the loose pants but not the shirt. He shrugged. "Does not go over the wings."

'Who are you?' JJ asked again.

"Oh, I'm your dragon. Wilford Warfstache at your service," Wilford said and bowed.

JJ blinked. "Yeah, you're not the first princesses I've guarded. I've gotten this reaction before. The Last Prince just drugged me. It's a bit boring. Told everyone he killed me."

JJ nodded. He could see the man without turning away in embarrassment. He had pink hair and a pink moustache that matched his pink scales. The scale-covered his cheeks and most of his chest. He grinned and sharp teeth flashed. His eyes glimmered in the light. Red cats like eyes that follow the princes every move. Horns rested on top of his head that curved backwards. His wings were folded but were just as pink as his scales. His tail waved back and forth as he stared at JJ.

Wilford tilted his head and took a step forward. "I was promised the green prince."

JJ looked away. 'He's gone. Ran away with his lover.'

"Oh good for him. Then you're the purple prince?" Wilford asked.

'No also ran away with his lover.'

Wilford frowned. "Grey?"

'Two lovers.'

"White?"

'No sorry. Ran away as well'

"You're the blue prince then."

'Yes.'

"Good I was afraid your father had more sons I didn't know about. Though you're the youngest. The foolish youngest. Why haven't you called for a handsome suitor? Why haven't you run away like the others?"

'I'd rather read.' JJ sighed and looked at the ground.

"Really little bluebird?" Wilford asked and took a step forward. "No story of a lover left at home. No-"

He stopped when JJ pulled out a knife and pointed it at him. "Why do you have that?"

'I've heard the horror stories of evil princes taking advantage of their supposed loves. I am no fool.'

Wilford nodded and grinned. "You know I like you. Have fun exploring the tower. I'll be outside."

JJ turned around as Wilford crawled out the window. "Ta ta!" he called.

JJ didn't turn around to look at him,1 instead he plucked a book from the shelf and began to read.

~'~'~

"Dinner!"

JJ whipped around to see Wilford holding up a bag. He was also wearing pants that fit him and a yellow shirt. "Though I'd get dinner to apologize. And well you seemed more comfortable if I was wearing clothes. Oh forgot to say I'll be getting food for you so if you want something feel free to ask."

JJ nodded and smiled. 'Thank you.'

"Sorry for earlier."

'Thank you for the apology.'

Wilford grinned. "I didn't know what you wanted so I got some sweets, fruits and chicken."

'That's. That's very kind. Thank you.'

Wilford grinned and set it on the table. "Believe it or not you're more talkative than the last person I kept in a tower. She was terrified of me. Eventually, I just left her alone."

JJ stood up and peered into the bag. 'Well, you don't seem like you want to eat me.'

"Well I won't lie, you look delicious. I've just been fed knights who haven't showered in weeks." Wilford said with a grin.

JJ froze.

Wilford laughed. "I'm not going to eat you. I was joking. I like candy."

JJ relaxed and giggled. 'A dragon who enjoys sweets. I believe I've seen it all.'

Wilford blushed and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah."

JJ pulled out the fruit and the sweets. He carried the chicken over to the stove and grabbed a tray, putting the chicken on it and putting it inside. "What are you doing?"

'Cooking the chicken.'

"Why?"

'I don't eat things raw. Now, where are the matches?' JJ stood up and looked through the drawers. Wilford frowned and walked up to the stove. 'Wil what are you-'

He froze when Wilford blew a plume of fire into the stove. "There!"

'Well, that works.'

"It does! Don't forget you have a dragon friend now!"

'Friend?'

"Yeah I mean if you," he trailed off when JJ hugged him.

'Thank you.'

Wilford nodded, flicking his tongue out to catch the scent of fear. Not directed to him. Then there was happiness. That was a lot sweeter than fear. Wilford shook his head and stared down at the prince. He wrapped his arms around the prince's waist and pulled him closer. "You're welcome."

~'~'~

Winter had come and apparently if Wilford kept eating JJ's suitors he was going to be stuck in the tower forever. Which meant he was stuck inside during winter. In a place where it was not built for winter.

JJ thought of this as he shivered under his blankets. The fireplace helped a little but it was still cold.

The window creaked and JJ sighed. He sat up to see Wilford crawling through the opened window. He turned and stared at JJ. "Oh, you're awake."

'What are you doing?' JJ asked and rubbed his eyes.

Wilford shrugged and shifted. He was still getting used to wearing pants. "I sneak in to steal candy."

JJ rolled his eyes and gestured for Wilford to come over. "Why aren't you asleep?"

'Too cold.'

"Cold?"

JJ reached out a hand and touched Wilford's arm. He gasped and pulled Wilford into the bed with him. "Woah! What are you," he trailed off when JJ pressed up against his chest.

'You're warm.'

Wilford chuckled nervously. "I give off heat I guess."

JJ sighed and pulled him under the covers. 'You have to stay.'

Wilford flicked out his tongue and nodded. JJ ran a hand across his chest. 'I've never felt your scales before. They're nice.'

"Thank you."

JJ sighed and closed his eyes, his body going limp against the draconic creature.

Wilford sighed and pulled the prince closer. "Good night Jay."

~'~'~

"JJ!" Wilford said and pulled back the makeshift curtain on the window. They had made it so Wilford could change in and out of clothes with privacy.

JJ looked up and smiled softly. 'Hello, Wilford.'

Wilford grinned and walked over to him, holding something behind his back. "I got you something!"

JJ tilted his head as Wilford's tail swung back and forth. 'You're excited.'

Wilford nodded and shoved a bouquet into JJs arms. JJ gasped and stared at the flowers. They had been freshly picked and were all blue. "Do you like it? I saw a boy giving a girl flowers and she liked them. You said you like the colour blue so," he trailed off. "JJ why are your eyes leaking?"

'It's wonderful, Wilford.'

"No, you're crying, that means you're sad," Wilford said and reached out a hand to take the flowers back.

JJ shoot his head. 'It also can mean that you're just so happy you can't contain it.'

Wilford nodded. "That's good right?"

JJ nodded and sniffed. 'Thank you so much.'

"Have you ever gotten flowers before?"

'Yes, many times, from suitors. I normally got roses. I don't very much care for roses.'

Wilford froze. "Suiters?" he whispered.

JJ laughed. 'They're usually given as gifts of romance.'

Wilford blushed and looked away. "I am sorry," he said quickly and turned to the window. "Oh, is that a prince? I better go eat him!"

JJ laughed and sighed dreamily as Wilford stumbled out the window. He took a deep breath and inhaled the sweet scent of the flowers before going to get a vase.

~'~'~

JJ sighed as mettle clashed against Wilford's claws. He peered out the window to see Wilford in his dragon form holding the prince by his cape and glaring at him. "You bastard! How dare you keep the prince from the outside. How dare you hurt him!"

Wilford growled and narrowed his eyes. "Fool! I protect the prince from idiots like you." Wilford turned to look at the tower. JJ smiled and waved at him.

"Your majesty." the other prince yelled. "I have been sent by your father to marry you!"

'Could you save me first?'

"What was that? Speak please."

JJ rolled his eyes. "He asked if you could save him first," WIford growled.

Realization dawned on the armour-wearing prince. "Oh fuck your mute! I wasn't told that. Well, I guess it's not that bad. We can make due, just can't tell anyone."

JJ gasped and glared at the prince. He put his thumb down and stormed back into the tower. He sat on his bed and stared at the ground. Wilford came in a few minutes later. "JJ are you okay?" he whispered as he got dressed. He peeked out of behind the curtains to look at him. "JJ your eyes are leaking again. But you're sad."

JJ nodded and tried to rub the tears away. Wilford approached him. He sat next to JJ on the bed and nudged JJ's shoulder with his horns. JJ pushed him away and Wilford whined. He moved closer to JJ, wrapping his tail around JJs waist. "Did he make you sad?"

'Yes.'

"Is it about your voice?"

'Will I'm the last pick! I wasn't supposed to get married. My father hid me in the castle. I had suitors but they were never allowed to meet me. I was useless because of my voice. After my brothers left my father had to marry me off. I'm never going to get a prince. They only care about fame.' JJ sighed.

"Do you want to stay with me?"

JJ nodded and tilted his head. 'What do you mean? Of course, I do. I already stay with you.'

"I mean forever. I'll be the mean dragon who will not let any prince get to you."

JJ paused. 'I would like that, but,'

Wilford took JJs hands into his claws. "You'll be free one day I promise. Just stay with me, please. Just for a while."

JJ smiled and nodded. 'I'll stay with you my dragon.'

Wilford grinned and pulled JJ into a hug, wrapping his wings around the other to cover him. "My prince."

JJ smiled and pressed himself closer to the dragon. 'Thank you.'

Wilford smiled. "You are very welcome my sapphire."

#dapperstache #dragon x prince #oneshot #jj loves him #i'm probably going to write more of this

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spicymayo1983 · 3 years

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Hiya. This is part 2. You've graduated from flight school and eager to take your relationship with your now former instructor to the next level.

Warnings, porn with a plot, smut, light domination, graphic descriptions of female receiving oral sex, unprotected sex, not for anyone under 18 because this one is XXX steamy but still soft. Lol.

Chapter 2: The graduate

You were frustrated sexually, and a bit perplexed, at why Poe abruptly called an end to your intimate encounter.

Poe walked you home. When you arrived at your dorm you punched him lightly in the arm and told him with a slight laugh,

"You're terrible, you know that, right?"

"Technically what we did wasn't sex". Poe teased, as he slipped his arm around you. "I had to stop myself before I went further".

"You wanted to go further? Didn't you?" You pressed on, smiling a little.

"Truthfully I wanted to grab you and bend you over my desk". Poe confessed, as an irrestible, rogueish smile appeared on his gorgeous face. "But if we got caught it wouldn't be good for either one of us".

"Then why pursue me, then?" You replied back, your smile getting bigger.

"Because I'm crazy about you". He answered back quickly, his smile fading a little and the look on his face becoming softer, more sincere. "You bring out so many feelings in me, feelings I haven't felt for years".

"Oh Poe". You told him as you could feel the tears welling in your eyes. "I feel the same way too".

The two of you shared a lingering, passionate kiss amongst the dark shadows.

You didn't want to say goodbye to him. But at that moment in time you had to.

When you went upstairs you were surprised to see your roommate, Liz, home so early. Usually she was at her job at the cantina.

"Why are you home so early?" You ask with a nervous laugh.

"I got fired". Liz told you with a deep sigh. "Long story short there was an incident with a wookie, I don't want to talk about it".

"I'm sorry to hear that". You tell her as you give your friend a supportive hug.

"Nah, it's no biggie". She told you with a slight laugh. "Where have you been?"

"I had to stay after class and help Mr. Dameron with something". You told your friend as your face turned slightly pink.

"Uh-huh, I can imagine". Liz teased with a slight laugh. "So when is the wedding?"

"Our relationship isn't like that". You reply defensively, your smile fading. "He's my mentor, and teacher".

"I can see the way he looks at you, he's smitten". Your friend continued, her smile getting bolder. "Good for you, he's Poe fucking Dameron".

Her words make you burst into laughter. You've known each other since you started college and became fast friends.

She was studying X wing repair and you were going to become a pilot.

Like you, she was set to graduate next week. You were hoping that she would stay on D'Qar after graduation.

She was like a sister to you, your best friend in the entire galaxy.

Before you realized it graduation day was here. You had graduated at the top of your class and had been assigned to the black squadron.

After giving your speech you sought out your mother and with tears in her eyes she congratulated you.

Life wasn't easy growing up with a single mother. Your father had died from an illness shortly after you were born.

Your mother worked hard to support you and to make sure that you got an excellent education.

There were days when you didn't have enough food and your clothing was ill fitting and ragged.

The struggles of your childhood only fueled your ambition more.

Poe admired that ambition, and how you climbed out of poverty to the top.

You were a strong woman and he loved that. You could even say that he admired you (even though he likely wouldn't admit it, his flyboy ego wouldn't allow that).

After the ceremony Poe treated you to a special dinner at a nice restaurant.

"You didn't have to do this". You told him with a genuinely embarrassed smile.

"It was my pleasure, y/n". He told you as he gently caressed your hand. "You deserve this, and then some, I'm so proud of you".

Poe looked impossibly handsome in his general's uniform. His curly hair looked neat yet still somehow untamed at the same time. You wanted to lean over and run your fingers through it so badly, just imagining the feel of the soft ringlets made you shudder in delight.

The mere thought of what Poe was going to do to you that night was also conjuring a flurry of X rated thoughts to race through your mind.

After dinner the two of you returned to his quarters, where you would have more privacy.

"I'm no longer your student and you are no longer my teacher". You purr seductively as you unbutton the first few buttons of your shirt.

With only a wicked smile on his perfect face Poe kissed you, slipping you a little tongue to drive you crazy.

He pushed your back against the wall in a gentle yet still forceful manner (to once again remind you who was in charge).

You loved the subtle, light dominance that he asserted over you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and enjoyed a steamy makeout session. You could feel the warmth, and hardness, of his manhood against your own body.

You were craving him physically as you rubbed yourself against his body. You felt like the lower half of your body was throbbing in anticipation.

Poe could sense this too by the urgency in your movements. You weren't being subtle and it was driving him wild. Essentially you were dry humping him.

"You couldn't be more obvious, babe, your body is telling me what you want". He whispered into your ear. "But I want to eat you out again first, to get you ready for me".

"You just like the taste of my pussy". You whisper back as Poe began to kiss and nibble your neck.

"Oh gods yes". He replied quickly, with absolutely no hesitation. "You are beautiful, and delicious, I could lap you up all night".

Poe carried you into his bedroom, still wrapped around his body.

He gingerly placed you on his bed and began to undress you carefully, almost like he was unwrapping a present.

You were wet and fully aroused, your body was absolutely starving for his cock.

When he removed his own clothes you were struck by how drop dead gorgeous his smooth, tanned body was.

Poe had a fat cock too, that was in perfect proportion to the rest of his body.

Everything about him was lovely. His skin even felt smooth and soft next to yours.

You were amazed by how soft his hands felt as he lovingly explored, massaged and caressed every inch of your body.

You felt like he was worshipping your nude form, the beauty of what was before him had caused the dominant, cocky flyboy to melt away.

It was clear that Poe didn't want to fuck you hard and rough, he wanted slow, soft lovemaking instead.

He wanted to take his time to enjoy you, like a delicious meal he wanted to savor your body.

You felt like you could cum from his touch alone.

As Poe cupped your breasts with his hands he began to suck on each of your hard nipples.

The air was thick with the scent of your nude bodies and hormones. Every gentle caress and tender kiss showed you how much affection this beautiful man truly had for you.

As you reclined on your back Poe gently spread your legs open and as he carefully massaged your outer lips he began to lick your wet inner ones as the tip of his nose rubbed against the head of your engorged clit.

You couldn't control yourself anymore and the moment he penetrated your vagina with his tongue you gushed warm fluid all over him with a low, primal moan.

"I'm so sorry!" You immediately apologized, feeling embarrassed for a moment.

"No, no, don't". Poe told you with a slight laugh. "I want to see if I can make you do that again, only on my cock".

He kneeled between your spread legs and as his strong hands grasped your ankles he carefully penetrated you with his bare cock.

Your body felt filled and stretched to the max by his impressive girth. The skin on skin contact allowed you to feel every vein on his rigid cock.

You frantically rubbed your clit with one hand, causing your already tight muscles to clamp down on Poe.

"Fuck". He moaned as his eyes rolled back into his head a little. "You're strangling me".

Poe began to slowly thrust into you. Your body was tingling and he felt incredible inside of you. Like the rest of him his cock was simply perfect.

"Can I?" Poe asked with a deep groan.

You knew what he was asking. He wanted to cum inside of you.

"Of course". You replied with a moan.

His thick seed filled you to the brim. So much so when he pulled out you began to leak. Poe pulled you close to him and began to kiss and nibble on your neck.

His recovery time was quick. In a half hour he was ready for round 2.

The two of you continued this cycle, foreplay, sex, a brief break, all night long and into the next morning.

The two of you were snuggled intimately into each other's arms in a naked, sweaty heap. Poe had pumped you full of what felt like gallons of his thick cum, it was a good thing you were on reliable birth control.

Sexually you couldn't get enough of each other. Poe was extremely virile, and insatiable.

You finally fell asleep at 7 AM, with the sun shining brightly. It was almost 3 in the afternoon when Poe woke you up with a gentle kiss on the forehead.

You had fallen into a sexually induced coma and had enjoyed a deep, relaxing sleep. Your entire body felt relaxed.

"You're still terrible, Poe Dameron". You teased with a slight laugh as your eyes fluttered open.

"Why is that?" Poe asked with a slight laugh as he caressed your cheek.

"You're terrible for making me feel this good". You replied as you burst into laughter.

End of chapter 2

#poe dameron #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x reader #star wars #poe dameron smut #star wars smut #poe dameron imagine #fanfic smut #fanfiction #fanfic

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yatorihell · 3 years

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In The Darkness Chapter 83 - Respite

Noragami x Harry Potter AU

Words: 2,245

Summary: The aftermath of their escape leads to an answer.

Also available on Yatorihell AO3

The salty sea air pushed Yato’s hair back from his eyes. He stood with his hands in his pockets, staring down at the stone he had dragged from the beach’s outcrop up a short distance away from the cottage. Carved into its jagged surface were a few words: Ebisu, a free elf.

Yato dropped his gaze to his shoes and then tilted his head back with a sigh. Thin beams of sunlight filtered through the cloud, but the wind was still biting enough to numb his cheeks.

When will it end? Yato thought. First Suzuha, then Sakura, now Ebisu. His friends, his family, all risking their lives to stop what he could. If he just knew where to look, to know where to find and destroy the horcruxes.

There’s no way to destroy them now, anyway, Yato had thought to himself. The Sword of Gryffindor was gone now, possibly already on its way back to Oshi’s vault in Gringotts or kept hidden so the Sorcerer would never know it was gone.

Yato tilted his head forward and stared out at the choppy waves for a second before heading back inside. They didn’t know where Ebisu had brought them, but they found refuge in a deserted cottage that sat on the edge of the shoreline. The white painted exterior had peeled away, and weeds sprung up from the seagrass and sand surrounding it. The sign nailed beside the door read ‘Shell Cottage’, but the absence of shells in the décor and the lack of nautical themes inside made the name’s whimsical appeal ring hollow.

The stairs creaked under Yato’s weight as he made his way upstairs. Kazuma and Bishamon were already asleep, having left Yato after Ebisu’s burial for a moment’s privacy. Yukine, on the other hand, was still awake.

The bedroom door was cracked open, and Yato gently pushed it open. Grey sunlight filtered in through the flimsy mess curtain, sending shadows across the bedspread. Dust had accumulated on the surfaces and drifts of sand had worked their way in through the cracks in the window frame.

Yukine looked up from his chair at the movement, and seeing Yato’s cautious approach, nodded.

Yato stepped into the room, eyes fixed on Hiyori. She was still asleep, hair messed up and her arm across her chest which rose and fell steadily. Spots of blood had seeped through the bandages already, marking the points of some letters of the ‘Mudblood’ wound Oshi had inflicted.

“How is she?” Yato said gently, taking a seat on the other side of the bed. A brief memory crossed his mind, of how he had sat like this with her in the infirmary at Hogwarts, hands intertwined, but he dared not touch her.

“Still asleep,” Yukine replied.

Yato nodded. Part of him felt guilty for not staying by her side despite his grieving for Ebisu, but a larger part of him couldn’t bring himself to face her after what happened. There was a pause of silence broken by gull cries over the bay.

Yukine looked at Hiyori for a moment, face soft, before he looked down at his own lap. “I… I don’t think her wound will ever fully heal…”

Yato stiffened, eyes flickering to the bandages. Just like what Oshi did to Yukine…

No. This was worse. No dark object had seared Hiyori’s skin like Yukine’s; this was caused by pure hatred.

Yato's fingernails dug into his palms, hands calmly as he tried to fight the guilt rising in his chest that threatened to claim him again. His vision was blurry. Why would he cry when nothing happened to him? When they did everything to... When he didn't...

"I did nothing."

The hoarse whisper clogged his throat like smoke. The one phrase that had become trapped in his mind since last night, like a butterfly in a jar, its wings becoming more damaged each time it hurled itself at the glass in the hopes of freedom.

“It’s not your fault Yato,” Yukine said softly. “Oshi is mad, and she wouldn’t have believed a word any of us said. We would all be dead if it weren’t for Ebisu.”

Yato took a shuddering breath, a warm tear splashing on his wrist. He wiped his eyes, throat burning and breath quivering. Yukine was right, but it didn’t make it any easier to block out those images. Those memories would stay with him forever.

Hiyori stirred slightly and they stilled. Her head rolled to the side, brow furrowed. Silence blanketed the room – for how long neither of them knew – before Yato spoke.

“You should get some sleep,” Yato said, not taking his eyes off Hiyori.

Yukine nodded. They had been awake all night, and Yato knew he should sleep too, but his mind was wired with grief and guilt. He didn’t want to leave Hiyori like this, and Yukine knew as much.

The door clicked shut behind him, and Yato allowed the tears to fall.

The first time Hiyori woke up was screaming.

Yato jerked awake, dull pain in his back from being slumped over, eyes wide and mind racing with the nightmare of the previous day fresh in his dreams. Hiyori was sat bolt upright, her hand wrenching away from Yato’s grip. The sheets had tangled her legs, trapping her and adding fuel to her panic as she screamed again.

“Hiyori, it’s ok, you’re safe!” Yato shushed, his hands pulling away from her and held up in the darkness.

Hiyori breathed hard, her eyes adjusting, ears attuned to the sound of his voice. She looked at him, the unfamiliar room, and the dark, curtained window. Her arm throbbed, fresh spots of blood blossoming from the sudden aggravation. Her mouth hung open, tears on her cheeks as she realised she was no longer a prisoner under torture.

“It’s ok,” Yato soothed, reaching for Hiyori’s hand. His skin grazed her fingers. “We’re safe.”

Hiyori flinched. Yato froze, and after a second, withdrew his hand back into his lap.

The house remained silent. None of the others had woken up from the outburst – probably too tired and out of it to hear the brief night terror screams to be roused. There was only the beating of their hearts and a silent understanding of what they had been through, of what they had survived.

Yato couldn’t bear it.

“I’m sorry.”

There was a beat of silence that hung in the air between them. Another apology for something he caused. Another apology for the hurt he brought those around him.

“It’s not your fault, Yato,” Hiyori tried to whisper, but it came out as a croak.

Yato shot her a sideways look, grief, and pain etched in his features. No matter how many times he heard those words, he would never believe them, not truly.

With a nod, Yato stood on weak legs and slipped out of the door.

Hiyori’s composure lasted long enough for Yato to leave the room. Once his footsteps faded, the first shuddering breath racked through her chest. Any remaining strength slipped from Hiyori's control as her breaths turned to cries that she muffled against her hand.

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes when she squeezed them shut, trying to erase the memories that are scarred into her mind. Her fingers drifted to her arm, to the bandages. To the reminder of what she is.

Dirty blood.

Yato came downstairs with dark circles under his eyes, having been unable to sleep following Hiyori flinching at his touch and the new reoccurring nightmare that would seemingly plague his dreams. Yukine, Bishamon, and Kazuma were already in the sitting room, arranged on the dusty sofas and armchairs and ravaging the kitchen for what little food the cottages' owners had left.

Hiyori joined them not too long after, and a brief glance told Yato that she hadn’t slept well either. Bishamon set out a packet of half-eaten, stale biscuits on the low table that no one made a move to touch.

“What’s the plan now?” Yukine asked, resting his arms on his knees. “The sword is gone, and we don’t know where the next horcrux is.”

“We do know,” Yato said. All eyes turned on him.

“How can you know where it is? It’s been lost for decades,” Bishamon leaned forward in the armchair, hand straying to Kazuma’s hair as he sat on the floor in front of her.

“It has, but I’ve seen it,” Yato explained. He briefly described the vision he had of the goblet loaded with jewels and pearls, resting alongside the Sword of Gryffindor and the sound of a door grating shut.

“Oshi sent the sword to her vault in Gringotts,” Yato summarised. “But why was she so fixated on not letting the S-.”

“Don’t say that!” Kazuma and Bishamon said quickly, cutting Yato off. He, Yukine, and Hiyori looked at them.

“There’s a taboo jinx on that word,” Kazuma explained. “It reveals the speaker’s location. It’s how they found out about us since we said it so much on the radio.”

It suddenly dawned on Yato, Yukine and Hiyori: that was how the Deatheater’s had found them so quickly after the wedding attack. That’s how Nagini was able to ambush them, knowing they were going to Godric’s Hollow to look for the sword.

Yato nodded. “But why was she so fixated on not letting him know that we got into the vault?”

“Because Gringotts is impenetrable?” Kazuma offered.

“Yes, but what if there was something more important in there?”

The question hung in the air for a dramatic moment.

“What if,” Yato said slowly. “The horcrux is in the vault?”

The air stilled. The vision which showed the sword – which Oshi confirmed was in her vault in Gringotts – along with the goblet, spilling precious gems and glittering jewels. The heavy grate of a door – a vault door – slamming shut.

“Then we’re screwed,” Yukine said, flopping back on the sofa next to Hiyori. “As Kazuma said, Gringotts is impenetrable. And even if you did get past the goblins, the security, and the dragon, you would get lost and starve to death before you even found the right vault.”

“I don’t think there’s actually a dragon,” Hiyori said.

Yato looked at her. She had been quiet the entire time; a ghost in the corner watching them talk. He noticed her fiddling with a stray end of the bandage on her arm and looked away.

“Leave the dragon to me,” Yato said. “We just need to get in the front door without getting stopped.”

There was a momentary lull in the conversation as if they were contemplating whether Yato had too many knocks to the head or was getting desperate. To Yato, it felt like a mix of the two, but it was the only option.

Yato looked to Kazuma, questions brimming that he’d wanted to ask before they got Snatched, something that had been revealed to him in a vision. “We think another horcrux is Ravenclaw’s Diadem.”

Kazuma’s head snapped up at this, eyes reproachful behind his frames.

“We think it may be in Hogwarts. Is it kept in a vault, the common room…?” Yato ventured, but Kazuma was already shaking his head.

“The Diadem has been missing for centuries after Rowena’s own daughter stole it,” Kazuma said. “No one alive has seen it.”

Another silence washed over them. ‘No one alive who has seen it'. Yato sighed. It looked like it would be up to him to track down the Diadem too.

“Also,” Yato continued, arms crossed. “That newspaper in your house, about Professor Tenjin’s grave being disturbed, what happened?”

It seemed strange that someone would go to such lengths to tomb-raid a man of little extravagance, but it seemed that not even the Daily Prophet would report what was taken, which was suspicious.

Kazuma looked at Yato with a slightly surprised expression before he realised they had no way of knowing anything about it. “Someone – ‘persons unknown’ –, broke into his tomb and took the Elder Wand.”

Yato stared at him along with Hiyori, Yukine, and Bishamon.

“Are you serious? The Elder Wand exists?” Yukine said.

“All the Deathly Hallows exist.”

“What do you mean, Tenjin owned the Elder Wand?” Yato interrupted.

Kazuma shrugged. “Well, he didn’t go advertising it. You know what happens to its owners.”

Owners… Yato thought. A wand was either matched to a wizard at Ollivanders, inherited, or won. He didn’t know enough about the lore of the Elder Wand to know who possessed the wand before Tenjin, but he knew that winning a wand could be done by killing its owner. That meant…

“Kugaha owns the Elder Wand,” Yato said quietly, running a hand through his hair. “He killed Tenjin. He’s the owner.”

Yukine swore under his breath. The most powerful wand in the world was in a Dark Wizard’s hands. All he would have to do was lose a duel to the Sorcerer and it would be his. A chilling thought crossed their minds: Did the Sorcerer already possess the Elder Wand?

Time was of the essence. If the Sorcerer did own the Elder Wand, then he may also possess the Philosopher’s Stone and the Cloak of Invisibility. He would become the Master of Death; unstoppable.

“We need to destroy the rest of the horcruxes,” Yato said.

He looked at Kazuma, Bishamon, Yukine, and finally, Hiyori. It would be near impossible – a suicide mission – but it had to be done.

“We have to break into Gringotts.”

#noragami #noragami aragoto #yato #yukine #hiyori #kazuma #bishamon #yatori #kazubisha #hp au #harry potter au #in the darkness

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