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yourdeepestfathoms · 3 years

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a little unconventional (part one)

[foster au]

this is set in America because i don't know how Romania works

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rapture rising

“Alcina, my beloved sister, are you sure all of this is necessary?”

Alcina shot a glare over her shoulder at her toddling younger brother, who she was making carry in several boxes full of various items into one of the many rooms in her mansion. This one wasn’t one of the bedrooms, but rather a temporary storage room for all the things she had recently bought. She was going to have everything set up for the children to choose from when they eventually arrived. Just thinking about them getting to pick out their bedsheets and paint for their new rooms made a smile come to her lips, excitement rushing through her like dozens of butterflies flying for the first time.

…And then her idiot brother bumped into the doorframe and caused an avalanche of boxes to come down on top of him.

“Be careful!” Alcina barked, whirling around to him. She bent down to start picking the boxes up. “You’re lucky there was nothing fragile in here.”

“I’m fine, thanks for asking,” Heisenberg grunted, rubbing his head.

“And to answer your questions, dearest brother, yes, this is all very necessary,” Alcina said. “I need this to be perfect for them. This may be the first time those little girls get a real home.”

“Inflating your ego, aren’t you?”

Alcina stepped on his foot.

“I have the paints.” Moreau, Alcina’s other brother, shuffled inside, holding several cans of paint on his arms. If they were hurting him, he didn’t say anything. He seemed pleased with himself for being so useful.

“Thank you, Sal,” Alcina said. She took the cans from him and placed them against the wall. “Yellow, green, red, blue, pink, purple… Do you think that’s enough? What if they want, like, a mauve room?”

“Mauve?” Heisenberg echoed as he was crow hopping on one foot, still recovering from being stomped on.

“It’s a shade of purple,” Moreau supplied.

“I know what mauve is, asshole,” Heisenberg hissed. “I was just saying.”

“And I’m just saying, what if they want a lighter-colored room?” Alcina said. “This purple is dark. Should I go buy more?”

“You could mix white into the paint?” Moreau suggested.

Alcina thought it over, then nodded. “Yes, I could do that. Good idea.”

“Who wants a mauve bedroom, anyway?” Heisenberg muttered.

“Alcina!” A fourth voice echoed throughout the house, and Alcina’s sister entered the room. Donna looked uncharacteristically bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. She was clutching something in her hands. “Alcina, I have finished them!”

“When did you get here?” Heisenberg looked at her.

“Just now,” Donna said. “It doesn’t matter. Look!”

A beautiful doll was presented to Alcina. It was hand-stitched and dressed with great care. All the little details, down to the freckles and shiny eyes, were incredibly-made, and Alcina couldn’t help but pick it up tentatively, as though she were afraid of accidentally destroying it.

“Oh, Donna,” she said. “It’s beautiful! Thank you.”

Donna beamed. “I have also made stuffed animals and toy clothes for them. An entire wardrobe, in fact. Many selections.”

“Damn,” Heisenberg looked impressed. “Toys dress better than I do.”

“We know,” the other three said in sync, eyeing his ratty trenchcoat and old cowboy hat that he insisted on wearing everywhere.

“You weren’t supposed to agree!” Heisenberg barked like one of his dogs.

“Shouldn’t have said anything,” Alcina shrugged daintily. She looked back at Donna and smiled. “Thank you, Donna. I really appreciate your support. I appreciate all of your support. Even yours, Karl.”

“Sure, sure…” Heisenberg said, though Alcina didn’t miss the glint of fondness in his eyes.

“This is so exciting,” Donna said. “It’s a wonderful thing you’re doing, Alcina. Do you remember when we were all adopted by Mother?”

Heisenberg snorted. “I remember being kidnapped as a child and held for ransom, and then being one of the abduction victims to be actually found alive, only to discover that my parents had been killed while trying to get me back, to which I was then thrown into a home with you three.”

Donna winced. “Not…quite what I had in mind.”

“And you say ‘you three’ like we weren’t your best friends growing up,” Moreau pointed out idly, not looking at Heisenberg as he was helping unload some of the boxes. That one in particular held a wide selection of different bed sheets, ranging from leopard print to floral to plain blue.

Heisenberg raised his nose and huffed. “Well. Still.”

Alcina shook her head with a warm smile.

She vividly remembered life with her adoptive mother, Miranda, and her three other siblings. She was reborn from ash and flame after her old family estate burned down to the ground, smoldering the life she used to have and taking her parents with it. Yes, she could still smell the smoke, taste the embers on her tongue, even now, thirty-five years later. She was so small back then, only nine years old when the fire started, and she watched her home crumble to pieces right before her teary eyes. She thought it was over, that she had nothing, that she was going to be alone forever without her mother and father, but then a woman in a black cowl whisked her up into tender arms and took her under her wing as though she were the chicken to a nurturing mother bird.

She was the first of Miranda’s ragtag rascal children with harsh upbringings. For two years, it was just the both of them, reading books and watching movies in a beautiful countryside manor that quickly became her new home. Though the wounds had still been raw, the burns were very fresh, Miranda filled the void in her heart that her parents’ death left behind, extinguishing that eternal fire of survivor guilt and mourning.

And then the others came along.

At the time, Alcina had been rather indignant at the idea of having siblings. She was an only child with her birth family and she preferred to stay an only child with her new one, too, but she never voiced this opinion to Miranda. She grinned and bore it, even if it meant losing the attention of her mother.

Though, they didn’t end up being that bad…

The first of the “intruders” as she used to call them was Salvatore Moreau, a boy her age, though three months younger, and with a story similar to her own. He had been in a car crash after his drunken father got into a pretty nasty collision. The engine caught fire and it wasn’t long until the rest of the car followed. Moreau was trapped in the inferno, but managed to get out, running towards a nearby lake to extinguish the flames that were trying to make him its newest pyre. Unfortunately, the event left him badly burned, the scar still lingering all these years later, and nobody wanted to take in such a “disfigured child.” Miranda, however, stepped up to the challenge and fostered the boy, eventually adopting him fully later on.

Alcina was, admittedly, rather uneased by her new brother’s appearance at first, but she quickly got accustomed to him, even protective. There were several moments in school where she verbally (and sometimes even physically) pummeled any kids who dared to make fun of him, drilling into the bullies that he was not to be messed with while she was around. Some of her best retributions were when she threatened to leak unwarranted dick pics to the entire school, as it wasn’t uncommon for horny teenage boys to try to get into her pants, and that always shut them up quickly, especially when she loudly proclaimed details on their pathetic excuse for a penis, like the size and shape.

She and Moreau grew close rather quickly, much quicker than Miranda had been expecting. They both enjoyed more mellow things, like reading books and going on walks through the forest. Moreau was the sole reason she passed any English assignments done on Shakespearean literature, as he actually knew how to discern the confusing text, while she had to reread the same page over and over again to simply get a loose grasp on the grammar. He enjoyed cheesy romcoms, birdwatching, and swimming, the last of which he had a strong affinity for because of how the lake beside the car wreck very well could have been the only reason he survived. Now, he owned that very lake and made it into a popular fishing and boating destination for locals and tourists alike.

The second to arrive was Donna Beneviento, when Alcina and Moreau were both twelve. She was a full five years younger than the two of them and didn’t talk very often, at least for a good chunk of the first year she was there. She was put into the foster program after her parents commit suicide, leaving her with nothing but anxiety, trauma-induced selective muteness, and a doll named Angie.

It took time, but Donna eventually started opening up. First to Miranda, and then to Alcina and Moreau. Alcina strongly remembered a time when her little sister came to her room during a thunderstorm, lips quivering, tears glistening in her eyes, Angie clutched in a vice from her thin arms. She didn’t say anything, just stared from the doorway, whimpering and shivering.

“Alright,” Alcina had sighed. She flipped open her comforter, welcoming Donna. “Come on.”

Donna had brightened and skittered into the bed, snuggling right up against Alcina’s side. Alcina didn’t mind and resumed the book she had been reading before--Animal Farm, she believed. Donna pointed at the pages and then looked up at her curiously.

“Oh, this?” Alcina had said. “It’s called Animal Farm. It’s about these talking farm animals overthrowing their farmer to gain freedom, only to then be ruled by a communist pig.”

Donna blinked. “What’s a communist?”

“Well, you see…”

Her late-night explanation was certainly aided by the fact that they were in the middle of the Cold War at the time.

Overtime, Donna slowly grew out of her shell. Though she was still soft-spoken and reserved, she was also very kind-hearted and incredibly creative, which she showed through paintings, arts and crafts, and doll making. She would make dolls out of anything she could find--wood, thread, clay--so it made sense when she eventually became a toymaker once she grew up.

Finally, there was Karl Heisenberg when Alcina and Moreau were thirteen and Donna was eight. Right from the start, he was a loud, spitfire ten-year-old that broke the serene silence that used to hang over Miranda’s estate. He caused a great amount of mischief and mayhem, though Alcina would later discover it was to hide the fact that he was deeply traumatized by what exactly had happened to make him a foster child.

Even now, so many years later, Alcina still didn’t know the full story. Miranda said it wasn’t her tale to share and Heisenberg simply didn’t like talking about it very much. But from what she did know, Heisenberg used to belong to an incredibly wealthy business owner that ruled over their company with an iron fist. Due to the harshness his parents inflicted on their employees, it caused the workers to revolt against the abuse. A certain group took this way too far and kidnapped Heisenberg, holding him for ransom so they could get better treatment and pay at their work. Something ended up happening during the time between Heisenberg being held hostage and his parents paying up, and it left his mother and father in a way that he could never bring himself to explain. She only got snippets of the brutality of their deaths through brief moments when he would come to after vicious nightmares, one of which she actually stepped in to stop when she heard him struggling one night.

“Their heads, Alci,” Heisenberg had gasped, clawing manically for a desperate grasp on her arms, his body jerking and spasming in terror as his nightmare was still releasing his small, twelve-year-old body. “Their heads-- their brains were--” And then he stopped and keeled into her chest, sobbing in a way Alcina had never seen him do before in the two years he was living with her before that moment. Despite her occasional vex towards the boy, he was still her little brother and she was still his big sister, so she had wrapped her arms around him and held him close while he trembled and cried.

She never did find out what Heisenberg meant by “their heads,” but she had a hunch. Still, she never asked.

Nowadays, Heisenberg ran his own factory, where he treated his employees the way his parents should have treated theirs, learning from their mistakes. He also fostered all different kinds of dog breeds until they found their forever homes and rescued the more ‘vicious’ ones, like pit bulls and rottweilers, all of which he treated like royalty.

A freakishly tall girl, a burned boy, a selective mute, and a dog lover… They certainly weren’t the epitome of the stereotypical nuclear family, but they were family through and through, if not by blood, then by bloodshed.

“Do you guys remember the time Karl tried to clean the dishwasher with Kool-Aid?” Donna reminisced with a giggle.

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” Heisenberg said.

“Absolutely not,” Donna grinned at him.

“I still don’t know how you came to the conclusion that that would work,” Alcina shook her head.

Heisenberg threw his arms up into the air. “John said it did!”

“John also tried to steal a school urinal.”

“Also, you’re supposed to take all of the dishes out before you try to clean it with Kool-Aid,” Moreau spoke up. “You left all of the pots and plates and silverware in it.”

“And he didn’t even put it in the right spot!” Alcina joined, cackling. “You’re supposed to put the powder in the detergent dispenser. Karl, you just poured it out all over the dishes!”

“It wasn’t even the right powder,” Donna put in. “You’re supposed to strictly use unsweetened lemonade only. You used tropical punch!”

Alcina, Donna, and Moreau all burst into laughter, while Heisenberg crossed his arms and glared at them.

“John never specified any of that!” he blustered.

“Never trust John, dear,” Alcina tittered.

“Well, it happened!” Heisenberg said. “It’s over! What other boxes do you need to move!”

More laughter.

“I’m serious! I’ll get the boxes! Also WHAT IS THAT.”

They all turned to see a patchy tortoiseshell cat lazily strolling into the room with them. It looked like it had been run over, dismembered, run over again, and then put back together by a blind surgeon, but it held itself like it was the most pristine lion to ever walk the earth. It glanced over at the four siblings, meowed at them, then continued on its stroll to one of the empty boxes, which it jumped into and made itself comfortable inside.

“It’s a cat,” Donna said as if it should have been obvious, earning a snort from Moreau and then a glare from Heisenberg.

“It’s not funny,” Moreau said quickly after Heisenberg glared at him, too, but it was obvious Heisenberg’s leer was all in good fun.

“No, no. Tom from Tom and Jerry is a cat,” Heisenberg said. “THAT is an overgrown street rat.”

“Well, one could assume the same about you, but you don’t see us pointing it out,” Donna said breezily.

Another bout of laughter, this time with Heisenberg included.

“Okay, okay, you got me there,” Heisenberg said.

“Must you insist on reacting the same way every single time you see Tea Cake?” Alcina finally spoke up through the playful bickering. She crouched down next to the cat and stroked its back, which caused it to purr in content.

“It’s my trademark,” Heisenberg said with a shrug. “That old woman is still alive?”

“And kicking,” Alcina smiled fondly at her pet.

Tea Cake had been with her for a long fourteen years, witnessing more than a few existential crises and drunken concerts put on to chase off her lurking PTSD. That cat came during the worst part of her life, and Alcina owed everything to that little beast. She learned how to laugh and smile and genuinely feel again, not hide behind the facade that she was a strong, powerful woman who could take on everything and come out without a scratch.

And, yes, Alcina had known- still knew, that she had Miranda and her siblings, but sometimes they were not enough, not back then, not when she was filled with so much shame and self-hatred and disgust. Animals were different in a way people couldn’t be. Animals didn’t lie, they didn’t judge or think about how messed up you were in their heads. They didn’t share your secrets or give you false hope. They just--be there. They listened and lent their presence and, sometimes, that was all that was needed, and some people didn’t seem to understand that.

Tea Cake’s fur had dried more of Alcina’s tears than anyone else ever had because she never let them fall in front of others. Tea Cake didn’t get upset when Alcina touched her; she didn’t understand the concept of emotional trauma and sexual harassment and body image issues. She just cared, even if she didn’t quite get it.

Alcina would probably be dead if it weren’t for her.

Yes, she remembered that fateful night… The wind in her shaggy hair she hadn’t washed in days, the moonglow on her ashen skin, the tears burning in her eyes--all of it was so clear, even now. She remembered how horribly, hopelessly depressed she had been and how she drove out to a field with a note on the dashboard and a gun in the passenger seat.

At the time, nothing had helped her. Her antidepressants weren’t working, going out only made her feel unsafe, and her family’s presence no longer brought her comfort and happiness, rather guilt and shame. The only thing that ever helped was when she drowned herself in the alcohol she made for a living, drinking away her despair and trauma until her body tingled and the phantom hands went away. She was surprised her liver never exploded inside of her during those awful few months.

She had sat in her car for a while, leaning her head on the steering wheel and wallowing in silence and darkness. Then, she got out, made sure the note was visible, and grabbed the gun.

She considered calling or texting her mother and siblings, but that would make it hurt worse. It was better to leave them with their last memories of her than to have this sudden news of a goodbye that they wouldn’t be able to stop.

She placed the pistol’s barrel in her mouth and rested her finger on the trigger. Her life didn’t flash before her eyes like some movies or books say it did, and she was quite thankful for it. She didn’t want to relive the agony she had been put through that led her up to that point. She just shut her eyes as tight as possible in preparation for the bullet to pass through her brain…

Then, there was a rustling from the grass nearby.

Alcina hesitated. The metallic taste of the gun left her tongue and she looked in the direction of the noise.

“Hello?” she had called out in her best possible not-about-to-kill-herself voice.

A tiny meow answered her.

“Your roadkill wants you,” Heisenberg’s voice cut through the daze that had momentarily descended upon Alcina’s mind.

Blinking, Alcina realized that Tea Cake was gnawing on her finger and meowing. She smiled.

“It’s probably dinner time,” Alcina said. She stood up straight. “Come on, children. I have news to share.”

Curious, her three younger siblings followed her out of the room and to her kitchen, Tea Cake padding after them eagerly. Her house was a beautiful creation of the finest wood and the most luxurious stonework. Top-of-the-line appliances filled the space and every little detail, down to the hanging droplets on the chandelier and the grooves in the staircase railing, were customized to her preference. 6 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms, 17,182 square feet, 14.99 acres filled by lush vineyards, and $5,500,000 later, and you had the Dimitrescu Estate.

And it was a barren prison.

It had always been there, ever since she moved in: that lingering loneliness that seemed to shroud every hallway. She had so much space, but nobody to fill it. Nobody except herself, Tea Cake, and her maids, of course. Lying awake one night, thinking about this issue as she often did, a solution had finally come to her.

After pouring some wet food into Tea Cake’s food bowl, Alcina grabbed a bottle of sweet butter wine out of her wine fridge and poured a glass for herself and each of her siblings, all of which were staring at her curiously. After taking a long sip, she finally began: “As you all know, I have plans to foster a child. And I greatly appreciate all of the support you three have provided me up until now.”

“Is this an award ceremony or something?” Heisenberg joked light-heartedly. “Can I have the award for most boxes carried? I think I deserve that one.”

“You mean most boxes dropped?” Donna giggled, earning her a playful poke in the side.

“No, it is not an award ceremony,” Alcina glared at Heisenberg without any fire in her gaze. She opened up a drawer in the stainless kitchen island they were gathered around. “Though, this may very well be an award…” She pulled out a blue folder packed full of papers and set it on the marble countertop, grinning brightly. “I just wanted to let you all know first that my training is done. I’ve completed all the classes.” Her heart swelled in her heart as she spoke her next words: “I’m a foster mom now.”

All at once, her younger siblings lit up brighter than the sun’s supernova, throwing their arms up into the air and letting out a celebratory shout. Donna and Moreau even raced around the island to hug Alcina, which she returned with a laugh.

“Oh, that’s so wonderful, Alcina!” Donna said, squeezing her with surprising strength. “I’m so happy for you!”

“Me too,” Moreau agreed.

“Sal, are you crying?”

“No!” Moreau yelped, then sniffled. “I just have something in my eye, that’s all.”

“You mean tears?” Heisenberg teased. He then looked at Alcina. “That’s amazing, Alcina. I’m really happy for you. You deserve this.”

“Aww,” Alcina crooned. “Is my little brother going soft?”

Heisenberg instantly steeled himself. “Me? No way! I was just saying what you would want to hear.”

Still being embraced on either side by her other brother and sister, Alcina chuckled. “I see.”

“Do you know your placement yet?” Donna asked, looking up at Alcina as though she were a child again.

“Placements,” Alcina corrected. She couldn’t help but grin again as she spoke of her future children. “Two. I’m getting two little girls.”

“Aww!” Donna and Moreau both cooed.

Heisenberg was nodding. “Girls. Yes. I can do girls.” He looked up at Alcina. “I’m getting them a puppy.”

“Oh, you don’t have--”

“I’m getting them a puppy,” Heisenberg said again, and it was clear he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Alcina chuckled. “Alright. A puppy it is.”

Donna and Moreau began to join in on plans for being the greatest aunt and uncle, with Moreau saying that they needed to come to his lake for a swim and Donna listing off all the toys she would make for them. Alcina listened to them with a fond smile, happy to have such a supportive family. This was exactly what her daughters were going to need.

Daughters.

Just thinking about that word made her heart flutter in her chest. Her grin turned giddy. She was going to be a mother soon.

As she sipped from her wine glass, she thought about her placements. She had gotten the call four days ago and was scheduled to meet the little ones in the next two weeks. She could still hear her caseworker’s words in her ears during the conversation as she recalled it to her siblings.

“The first is named Daniela,” Duke had said. He was a studious, patient man with a warm smile and hands like chipmunk paws, keen on helping Alcina ever since she started her training to become a foster parent six months ago. “She’s a little girl and eleven years old. Her parents have, unfortunately, recently died due to a car crash. Her living relatives are unfit to take care of her, so she’s been placed into the foster system. Right now, she’s staying with her aunt and uncle, but she cannot be kept there much longer because of, ah…jealousy issues with their actual child.

The second is named Cassandra. Another girl, this one twelve years old. She’s been in the foster program ever since she was a baby when she was given up, as she was born from a teenager who couldn’t take care of her. She’s had…quite a few foster homes, all of which had given her up to someone else due to…issues. I understand if you don’t want to take this child. She’s been known to cause problems in her houses and pick fights. There is-- woo, that’s a lot of complaints… There are some notes on her left by her former families and-- Goddamn. They’re writing of her like she’s a monster or something…”

“Of course, I couldn’t turn down either of them,” Alcina concluded her retelling. “Especially the second one. Cassandra. The poor thing sounds like she needs a good home.”

“You’re so sweet, Alci,” Donna said, smiling at her.

“Think you can handle it?” Heisenberg asked. “I’m not doubting your abilities, but from what you said about the kid… Well, she just sounds difficult.”

“You were difficult,” Alcina said, grinning at him. “And everything turned out just fine, didn’t it?”

Her youngest brother’s concern didn’t diminish. “Yes, but… I don’t want anything to happen to you or my niece.”

Alcina, Donna, and Moreau all cooed. Heisenberg huffed.

“Oh, shut it! I have a heart!”

“You do,” Alcina’s smile lightened slightly. “But don’t worry: everything will be okay. I can do this. I need to do this. Those two little girls need a mother.”

Heisenberg considered her for a moment, then nodded. He smiled at her. “You’ve got a good heart, Alcina,” he said. “If you ever need any help, I’m here.”

“Me too!” Donna joined in.

“Me three!” Moreau piped up.

Alcina laughed. “Thank you. Really. This means a lot to me. Now…” She raised her glass. “Let’s drink before we have to cut back because there will be children around!”

Her siblings laughed and mimicked her gesture.

Alcina couldn’t wait.

#foster au #resident evil au #resident evil fanfic #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #mother miranda #dimitrescu daughters #a little unconventional

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monst · 4 years

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Hidden in the sun

A Monst produced Short Story ^.^

Stripper! Kirisima Eijirou x Reader

Word count- 18,391 (Less than I thought but meh)

Warnings: Sexy tiime themes and actions, Dark chocolate,

Playlist: Hidden in the sun

Summary: Your life was set in stone. You had already accepted your fate; you were ready to live a bleak colorless life. Well that was your intention, but it seemed as though your friends wanted to liven up your life after such depressing news. A club, A strip club to be more precise. “So, come on (Name) liven up a little, have a drink and unwind after all there’s still time.” Your friends teased. How interesting it is to think that if you had refused to go out with your friends that night you would have never met him. You would have never met the stripper known as Red Riot.

You swirled the light brown liquid in your glass for the upteenth time. You were beginning to regret indulging your friends. Your eyes scanned over the low lit room in boredom. All you saw was grey. The raunchy words of the song only served to make you cringe. And, the scantily clad blonde on stage looked as if he was contemplating murder, teeth practically snapping at the multiple hands trying to slip bills in his briefs.

Sadly his show was over and you were left without entertainment. The next striper to come on stage was an attractive man with short black hair. You didn’t have anything against him but the confident grin on his face was irritating. You considered finishing your drink and bidding your friends adieu.

“Ughh Cellophane is so fucking fine!” You heard one of your friends squeal.

“Right! B-but my favorite is Deku. He-he’s just so cute.” Uraraka gushed.

“My favorite is IcyHot.” Yaoyorozu blushed.

“Hey, hey stop mentioning names! This is (Name)’s first time here, she doesn’t know whose who.” Ashido laughed.

“It’s fine Mina, I was just about to leave.” You interjected looking down at your watch. “Actually if I leave now I can still make the train.”

“What!? No! You can’t leave (Name).” Hagakure pouted.

“Yeah! Come on at least watch all the shows or drink some more. You deserve to treat yourself babe.” Jirou smiled motioning for a server with leopard print briefs over. “Fill us up Charge bolt!”

“You work too hard. And we just figured we should have some fun with you before-”

“Before you decide to leave!” Uraraka cut Tsuyu off.

“Look I appreciate the thought, but I’m really not feeling this.” You groaned motioning all around. “I know I sound like a bitch but I’ve got a lot on my plate right now and looking at half-naked dancing men isn't going to fix my problems.”

The uncomfortable silence that fell didn’t help your growing guilt. You hated being the ‘uncool one’, the one killing the mood. Sometimes you just wanted them to not invite you that way you wouldn’t have to see the melancholic looks on their faces…. The club chose the wrong moment to be semi-silent as you all avoided each others eyes.

“Now presenting our last dance of the night! Red Riot!!!” The announcers words broke through the tense atmosphere and Yaoyorozu parted her lips to speak “You have someone to drive you (Name). Why are you taking the subway?” You didn’t answer, she also noticed everyone in your group had gone silent, she quickly looked to see everyone staring at you.

Yaoyorozu’s words fell on deaf ears as you looked at the man walking out onto the stage. You were in awe. It was at that moment that you noticed the color highlighting the stage. A steamy fiery red. A beautiful shade matching his slicked back tresses. His vermillion eyes scanned the crowd with a shy smile that made your heart race.

When he got to the pole you leaned forwards for a better look. He wore a form fitting suit jacket, a pair of really tight black shorts with a white shirt like pattern and you could make out the suspenders that were attached to them trailing up into his jacket. Wrapped around his strong neck was black necktie. You had never seen a man as gorgeous as the red-head in front of you.

His eyes were half-lidded a sexy expression on his face when he sensually trailed his fingers on the metal pole. He circled the metal looking at it as if it were his lover he was going to devour. You were transfixed. He stood in front of the pole and threw his head back, his back arching. This made his pelvis pop out prompting squeals from the crowd at the view of the very stretched material of his briefs.

He let out an audible sigh running his hands up his muscular thighs, his hips rocking to the music. His fingers teased the hem of his shorts and you almost short circuited. He sent the crowd a teasing grin running his tongue over his lips as his fingers trailed up into the jacket. With slow grinding movements he raked his fingers back down catching his lower lip in his teeth as he pressed his crotch to the cool metal pole.

With one hand on the pole he leaned back, then slowly undid the buttons on his jacket. The sight of his bare chest made some of the patrons squeal in excitement. However he didn’t take it off, his other hand reaching the pole and with practiced ease he slowly climbed on it. It was ironic as the song spoke about not teasing but with every movement the material of the jacket became a tease giving the crowd small peaks of his toned pecs and abdomen.

You watched the man climb up higher and higher on the pole until he wrapped his legs tight on the pole and fell back allowing the jacket to slide off his muscular arms smoothly and pool onto the floor. His body was absolutely amazing. Your eyes scanned over every ridge of his brawny form. When he loosened his legs his arms came down onto the floor and he flipped over onto his feet. Your eyes didn’t leave him for a minute as he moved fluidly his contemporary movements all done to perfection. When he bent over you got a pleasant view of his sculpted ass and you felt your face flush when he gave the perky mounds a teasing twerk.

He crossed his arms behind him around the pole. His body waved fluidly against the metal the muscles in his stomach flexing and contracting deliciously. His hand pulled him back atop the pole and he spread his legs to grind upon the pole while being suspended. Your eyes widened when he pulled himself closer to the pole his body flush against the metal as he embraced it tightly. You shuddered at the look the pole was receiving and the club grew loud once more as his tongue licked up the length of it hotly.

You were flushed throughout the entire performance your mind was intent on remembering every detail. You felt so strange while watching the man dance. He expressed so many things at once that it left you breathless. He was shy, sensual, confident, intimidating but, most of all he looked free. He was like a breath of fresh air; full of life and color. It was everything your life lacked and you were drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

When the last few notes of the song played he gave a bashful smile to the crowd who yelled and hollered while throwing cash. His skin was gleaming, the sheen of sweat on it making him glow. He looked like an angel. Beautiful kind eyes, rosy cheeks and a modest smile on his lips. Even in his sinful attire with his prominent v-line teasing your view and a dark trail of hair disappearing into his boxers.

After he disappeared behind the curtain you remained still and speechless. The room seemed to drift back to grey the moment he left. But, the color, the warm red that he left behind was still caught in your mind. It felt selfish but, you wanted it back. You wanted to see that blissful expression on his face as he lost himself into the music. You wanted to see that fiery color again.

“Wow… I’m guessing you really liked his performance huh (Name)” Ashido teased. You stopped yourself from jumping at her sudden intrusion. You had been so lost in his dance that you had tuned out everyone.

“Liked it? Hell she didn’t look away!” Jirou chuckled.

“Didn’t know guys like that were your type.” Tsuyu smiled.

“Shut up!” You squeeked “B-besides where is Momo??”

“Don’t try to change the topic-

“No seriously where’d she go?” You cut off now concerned for your friend.

“Oh...Umm She’s fine just went to do something.” Uraraka grinned.

“And that was?” You questioned.

“Well since you liked Red Riot’s performance so much Momo went to get you a private show.” Hagakure beamed.

“SHE WHAT?!!!!??!!!” You yelled. “Guys what the hell you know I’m-”

“Oh come on just live a little.” Yaoyorozu chimed as she sat down next to you. “In all honesty, it's been a long time since I've seen that type of expression on your face.”

“What expression.” You grumbled.

“I don’t know but, your eyes were so bright, you were really full of color and wonder.” She smiled softly. You paused and looked at all your friends who nodded in agreement.

“B-but I-”

“Excuse me. Ms. (Name)?” A handsome man with two toned hair cut in.

“Yes?” You replied looking at the heterochromic man in confusion.

“Red Riot is now ready for you.” He informed.

“W-wait I don’t think-” You looked to your friends your brows furrowed in worry. They all gave you warm smiles in encouragement and Tsuyu piped in with a “It’s already paid for and, if you don’t go they don’t do refunds.” So with a roll of your eyes you grabbed your bag and followed after the dancer known as IcyHot.

You felt your heartbeat in your eardrum with each step you took. Each clonk of your heels on the ground was a newly added butterfly in the pit of your belly. And, when IcyHot had finally stopped walking you almost crashed into his nude back. (That was just as good looking as he was.) He motioned towards a door that was painted ombre a red plaque with the name Red Riot carved into it.

“You have an hour. Please do not touch him in his private areas and respect the limits he will set. Enjoy your time.” He informed in a monotone. When he turned to walk away you cracked a smile. He seemed annoyed. As it wasn’t any of your business you proceeded to knock on the door with your heart in your throat.

“Come in.” The deep baritone voice brought heat to your cheeks. And with a deep breath you opened the door. Your eyes immediately widened, your jaw going slack when you saw him in nothing but a tight black speedo. You quickly looked away when you caught his red gaze. Embarrassment crashed over you and you considered leaving.

“S-sorry I didn’t know you were changing..” You idiled.

He stood silent observing your embarrassed form in confusion. Why were you embarrassed? He was the one who had to give you a lap dance. And, you were really pretty so it didn’t help his nerves. He’s had so many people cross through that door but, none of them with the look you currently had on your face. He was very adept at reading people and quite easily knew you were more than just embarrassed or nervous. To him it looked like you were also feeling guilty but the guilt was outshone with something else he saw.

It wasn’t lust. He knew that one too well… Especially when giving private shows but your look was one of apprehension. He realized that his intense look wasn’t helping and offered you a charming smile. You bit your lip and closed the door sitting on the couch he motioned to. “You didn’t catch me changing.” He chuckled a blush coming up on his face. “This is just what I wear for private shows.”

He switched on the stereo and slowly walked up towards you bringing one leg up onto the couch to rest against your thigh. With an encouraging smile he brought your hands to his chest. “U-umm I-I don’t. I’m sorry but could you not um do this..”

He pulled back a bit confused but you refused to meet his curious gaze. But, as you requested he pulled back and turned off the music. He didn’t want you to be any more uncomfortable than you already were. He then sat down on the couch in front of you pulling a pillow on his lap to toy with. “D-did I do something wrong?” He asked as he avoided your gaze.

“No. No not at all it’s just that I…..” You cut off trying to find the right words to say.

“Oh I think I get it now.” He smiled sheepishly “I knew you looked a bit out of place. Your friends brought you here huh? And I’m guessing they also payed for this.”

“Yeah, that’d be correct.” You frowned. “Don’t get me wrong there really great and were only trying to get me to loosen up a bit and it’s not that I don’t think your attractive but this situation seems kinda forced and awkward you know?”

“Well I am paid to dance on customers so I can see how that’d be considered gross.” He sighed dejectedly.

“No! I didn’t mean it like that it’s just that I would rather do something your more comfortable with, like I know you dance for and on strangers but I don’t want you to feel obligated to do so, especially since I didn’t pay for it.” You rambled.

“I really don’t mind but if this is your way of saying your not comfortable with a naked man dancing on you that’s okay.” He laughed cheekily. “What do you suggest we do then?”

You rolled your eyes a smile coming onto your lips. “I dunno let’s just talk?” He returned your smile with a nod not at all minding the change in plans. Afterall he wouldn’t pass up a decent conversation with a cute girl. He’d be dumb to refuse since most of the people he spoke to were only interested in sexual talk.

Your heart was racing a mile a minute at his cute smile. You wouldn’t lie you had wanted him to dance for you but, a small selfish part of you wanted to leave a good impression so that he’d remember you. You didn’t want your memories of him to only be lustful afterall it wasn’t only his sinful body movements that caught your attention. (Though it was what made you keep watching)

It was awkward at first but then you both got into a lively chatter. Kirishima. Kirishima Eijirou was his name. You recalled that you had compared him to an angel earlier on and the more you spoke with him the more you realized that the comparison was spot on. Kirishima was a ray of sunshine; bright, warm and wonderful. You had never met someone like him before.

“Okay but I’ve been meaning to ask you something since I walked in.” You smiled.

“Go for it.” He beamed.

“That poster. That’s Crimson Riot! He is like my favorite actor ever! I knew your name was familiar but I didn’t know you liked him too!” You gushed.

“Like him? Try the word love! He was just so amazing! I have all of the movies he starred in on disk!” He fan boyed.

“Get out! All of them?! Even the special bonus movie where he played the role of a mobster but was secretly a detective!” You asked.

“Oh my gosh you know that one?! It’s literally my favorite!” He grinned standing up and opening a drawer to pull out the case.

“Dude how!?” You said in awe holding the dvd case. “I’ve looked for a copy of this everywhere.”

“I found it in a thrift store. Who knows they might have more copies.” He chimed.

Kirishima was having the time of his life speaking to you. None of his friends were really into those old movies so he’s never had someone to fanboy with. The same applied to you. It also wasn’t considered proper for you to indulge in said movies….

“If you don’t tell me the name of the store right now i’m going to come back everyday to bother you about it!” You giggled.

“I was going to tell you but I think I really like the consequences of not telling you.” He winked.

“Stop flirting this is a serious life or death matter!” You flushed.

“I’ll take you. I mean if you want.” He blushed waving his hands in front of him. “I know people don’t usually want to be seen with strippers but I don’t know I figured we should hang out?”

“I um wouldn’t mind that.” You whispered.

“Cool! Then how about we go next saturday! I’m off that day are you free that day?” He beamed when you nodded. “It’s a really rough neighborhood so I also didn’t want you to go alone.”

“Hold on let me check to see what time would be good. Oh my gosh it’s so late!” You squealed looking down at your phone. (Insert phone pic in here) You both had been speaking for hours.

“Wow time really flew didn’t it.” he bit his lip in worry. “Sorry for taking up so much of your time (Name). Do you want me to walk you home?”

You bristled at the comment and waved him off. “No it’s fine besides I live pretty far from here and the trains aren't running so I’ll just take a cab.”

“Okay no problem I’ll walk you out and wait with you.” He announced.

“All right. But, you might want to put some clothes on…..” you snickered.

“Ah...Right!.” He rummaged through his drawers and pulled out a pair of white sweats quickly slipping them on over his speedo. “Now let’s go.”

You both walked out of the building from the back door since the club had long since closed. You both exchanged contact information as you waited for the cab. The twinkle on both your faces were enough to illuminate the entire street. Every cell in your being was begging for Saturday to come quickly. And, Kirishima was one to agree.

You joked about him being cold as he wasn’t wearing any shoes or shirt. He laughed flexing in a silly pose talking about his manliness. When the taxi finally came you both swapped your grins for something softer. You bid your new friend goodbye with promises of texting him throughout the week.

“Oi Shitty hair wake the fuck up!” The angry blonde stripped fussed knocking on his friends’ door. “If you miss breakfast I don’t want your annoying ass to complain!”

“Oh come on Bakugou cut him some slack he had a long night yesterday.” Cellophane grinned.

“Can’t believe that cute thing lasted so long with Kirishima. She must be really good.” Charge Bolt interrupted.

“That’s not true.” Kirishima grumbled as he opened the door. “We were just talking.” He yawned.

“That explains all the laughing.” IcyHot added. “What were you both talking about?”

“Crimson Riot! It turns out she’s a really big fan! She even knew about the special bonus-”

“Shut the fuck up with your damn obsession. So she’s a shit nerd big deal.” Bakugou shouted with a roll of his eyes.

“Kacchan you sound jealous.” The green haired stripper teased.

“Fucking Deku!” Bakugou grumbled. “I’m not jealous i’m fucking pissed becuase they kept me up all night talking about that shitty actor!”

“Ughh tell me about it these walls are so damn thin.” Charge Bolt complained.

“You seem happy.” Cellophane nudged his friend.

“I am! We’re going out on Saturday to buy a copy of Crimson Riot’s movie Mafia.” he grinned.

“I don’t know dude I think you like her.” Charge Bolt teased.

“Of course I do why do you think we’re hanging out next week?” Kirishima asked spreading jam on his toast.

“You idiot. He means like like.” Bakugou insulted from his spot near the stove.

“O-oh Well (Name) is really cute and super nice but we just met.” The red head blushed.

“Love at first sight!” Some of his friends chimed in unison.

He didn’t speak after that eating his breakfast in silence. Ignoring Bakugou’s rant on how some girls didn’t want to seriously date a stripper. He didn’t think you were like that from what he gathered last night he thought you were really cool and, he wasn’t opposed to getting to know you better. And, who knows, maybe you guys would hit it off. The thought made him smile. And, he shot you a text.

When you got home you still wore a ditzy smile on your face. When you unlocked the door to your triplex apartment You promptly ignored the questions from your assigned housemaid. It was a bit insensitive however, you were in such high spirits that the last thing you wanted to hear was ‘Women shouldn’t be arriving home at such ungodly hours’.

You twirled into the bathroom washing up and disinfecting your phone before changing into your pajamas and throwing yourself atop your bed. A blissful smile on your face as you thought back on the red eyed stripper. He was absolutely amazing. Not only did he have an attractive figure but he had a gorgeous personality. And, to put the icing on the cake he also loved Crimson Riot as much as you did. You fell asleep easily that night forgetting your problems and letting the color red fill your dreams.

The sun slipped past the cracks of your curtain sliding across your room to caress your face coaxing you into consciousness. And, when your eyes opened and you dusted the remnants of sleep from your eyes a slow smile slipped onto your face. Last night's events lapping at your mind like gentle waves. It was by far the best morning you’ve awoken to in a long time. Briefly you thought it would be complete if the object of your dreams was there to wake besides you. The thought made you smile silly.

You were a nonsense person but just the thought of Kirishima already left you breathless. You knew it was not love but extreme attraction. But that didn’t stop your mind from running wild with the possibilities. It was foolish to ponder them but, you promised yourself you’d return to reality soon. Well maybe after you opened his text.

The giddy smile on your face was threatening to split it in half as you squealed. You gushed at how adorable he was and quickly went to reply that any Crimson fan could text you a billion times in a day and you wouldn’t be mad. You bit your lip to contain your smile looking intently at the three bubbling dots indicating he was writing.

But, reality had other plans when you saw a notification swipe across your screen. Your lips pulled down into a grimace as you caught the words from the notif bar. You didn’t bother to open the text. You really hated the fact that you’d be outed if you blocked the number. The more you thought how inconvenient it was for you the darker the world seemed. The closer the walls came around you. A melancholic sigh slipped past your lips as you went to open the text. Until you got another notification that reminded you of a warm fiery red.

Your lazy sunday consisted of lounging around, your phone nearby. With every ding you’d jump towards it bringing the device to your face to eagerly read what Kirishima sent. As a matter of fact that was how your week went. Not so much lounging as you were needed in the office more than you would have liked. However your fingers always danced on the edge of your phone. You were in such luck that no one called you out on wednesdays meeting. The meme war with Kirishima left you in hesticals and you would be damned if you lost! Even though your co-workers sent you odd glances as you giggled at your lap.

You were on cloud nine the whole week only occasionally bothered by unpleasant texts. And as you visited your friends in their cubicles they could also point out your balant joy. You really had fun texting Kirishima the entire week. The charming man sent you unfailing texts after the first day; one to welcome you into the morning sun. One to reaffirm your ‘date’. One to tell you he was off to dance and another to tell you he was done with his shift and the last mandatory one was wishing you sweet dreams.

Honestly Kirishima was like a dream. A beautiful dream that you never wished to wake from. Hell it had only been a week of knowing him and, you were already full to the brim with joy whenever his ‘nickname’ flashed on your screen. It wasn’t love you told yourself but, it was undeniably a crush.

Saturday finally arrived and, you could feel your heart kickboxing your ribcage. How in the hell could you give a flawless presentation of the company’s new investments and plans for the next few years but the thought of seeing the stripper had your hands clamming up. Your maid cast you disapproving glances as you swapped on outfit after outfit. You twirled in the mirror in dresses and skirts only to pose endlessly in different jeans, pants, and shorts. When you finally settled on your outfit you apologized to the maid for the mess. The haughty stare and unsettling words she gave you were almost enough to drop your mood.

But Kirishima’s text telling you that he was waiting in front of the club for you made you race out of the door. You decided on taking your car because after all week you were anxious to see the redhead in the flesh. It did occur to you that this was a platonic outing but you didn’t mind one bit. It also didn’t stop your heart from fluttering.

Your heard you phone go off in a familiar unpleasant tune as you started the ignition. You ignored it in favor of picking up the call from your favorite stripper.

“Hey Kiri. Yup I’m just heading out. Mhmmm, Sure see you soon.” You hung up with a smile. Honestly ever since meeting Kirishima smiles plagued your face. The drive to the club was pretty swift and when you saw the man looking up and down the street you almost ran into the car in front of you. You had to circle around the block since you were so distracted. Had he always looked this attractive? He was in simple casual clothes but damn if he wasn’t fine.

When you stood the car in front of him he looked up at you with a heart melting grin. He ushered you out of the car and, as soon as your feet touched the pavement he embraced you lifting you off your feet and swinging you around in his firm embrace. You felt your face grow hot when he finally placed you back down on the ground. His own face tinged pink as he scratched his cheek in embarrassment. “S-sorry I got a bit carried away.” He mumbled.

“I-it’s okay I’m excited too. It’s great to see you again.” You uttered playing with your fingers bashfully.

“Yeah it’s great to see you (Name). Shall we?” He grinned holding out his hand. You took it without hesitation. “W-wait shouldn’t you properly park?”

After doing so you both walked down the street. Just as if you had known each other for ages conversation flowed easily. Things ranging from work related incidents to little tidbits of information on yourselves. Occasionally during the walk someone would recognize him. Some pointing him out commenting on his profession. However, he didn’t seem to mind therefore you made no comment on it.

You let him chat your ear off on every little detail of the neighborhood you walked in. He pointed out his favorite places offering to take you to a couple of food joints on future ‘gatherings’. You had to bite your lip so you didn’t look like a fool with how much the invitation made you happy. You could smell his cologne with how close you both were walking.

“And then Bakugou finds out that Kaminari was the one who took Todoroki’s thong. The look on his face was priceless!” He laughed as you finished telling you another silly tale of his friends. “Oh here we are! Fatgum’s Thrift! You can literally find anything here.” He chimed slipping his hand out of yours to open the door.

As Kirishima went to greet the clerk you took the time to look around the store. Vintage clothing and odd relics littered the messy shop. And, then you saw it. It being all the Crimson Riot merch. You bee lined it and looked at all the trinkets in awe. You were probably going to leave the store with most of these. “Oh shoot! They’ve got Funko pops of him.” You geeked.

“I know right?! I’ve got all of them.” Kirishima beamed as he finally caught up with you.

“Seriously? I didn’t see them when I was in your room.” You mentioned as you picked up one of the tiny action figures.

“O-oh that’s because the customers think it’s kinda weird…” He mumbled.

“Oh well if it makes you feel any better I wouldn't be able to put these in my office either.” You smiled sympathetically.

“Why do people have to cramp our style like this?” He quipped dramatically.

“Right! Let me like what I like!” You hollered.

“When I want to and I feel like it!!” He encouraged.

You both spent a considerable amount of time in the store after you found the Red Riot Mafia movie. You were surprised the owner didn't kick you out with how much you squealed. The sun was beginning it’s decent when you both decided to leave. With a wave to the lively clerk and an enthusiastic 'goodbye Fat' from Kirishima you both walked out of the store.

You both left the store in hysterics at a silly pun you made but your smile quickly vanished when you noticed a familiar figure in the distance. Your lip curled in distaste. They had resorted to tailing you. Your eyes widened in panic as the person stalked closer. You slipped your hand into Kirishima’s and tugged.

“Woah (N-name)? What’s going on!” He yelped.

“Shh just trust me and run!” you replied running ahead of him one hand gripping his tightly as the other held the bag with your merch. “My family’s really anal.”

He didn’t question you further just turning back to look at the running man in a crisp suit. He had figured you were wealthy with what you were wearing the day that you meet at the club but he didn’t know it was to the point of family bodyguards. And, if he was being honest it didn’t put him off at all. It was a bit exhilarating like being in a spy or gangster movie. With that in mind, he picked up his pace so he was the one pulling you.

You both whooped and hollered as you ran. You really had never felt more alive. You felt like a rebel escapee. Running away from your problems with your personal Clyde. Kirishima tossed you a grin bringing his index finger to his lips motioning you to be silent. With a swift spin he had embraced your body, twirling the both of you into a very small space between two buildings. Your eyes spun at the movement and before you could speak he clasped his hand over your mouth pointing towards the man who had just run pass the small crack you both hid in.

Both your eyes watched him disappear and only then did he remove his hand. Breathless laughter escaped you both as you tried to regain your breath. The chuckles ceased once you noticed how silent Kirishima got. His face had a cute rosy tint to it, his ruby eyes gazing into your own eyes. You just realized how close you both really were. Your chests were pressed up snuggly against each other and you could feel his breath ghost over your lips.

You felt your face heat up at the look he gave you. His fingers came up to cup your cheek tenderly. His eyes half lidded as he moved in closer, his nose brushing up against yours. His eyes looked down to your lips and you felt your own eyes droop in anticipation. With a tilt of his head his lips brushed against yours. Your eyes widened when he finally placed his soft lips on yours. They closed with a flutter and you felt your heart swell with emotion.

When you both pulled back you were both pretty flustered. But that didn’t stop the second kiss from happening. Your lips molding into each other like an age old puzzle. The fireworks you felt from it left your mind reeling. You felt as if you could actually get drunk off his lips. Your lips moved against his in a slow dance savoring the feel of the action.

“Oi! Go make out somewhere else!” Someone passing the ‘alley’ shouted. You both pulled away quickly. His fingers reached up to touch his lips in awe. He had never kissed anyone that made him feel like that! You still felt the tingles on your lips but, you were the first to move and get out of the crack. He walked out and parted his lips to speak when you cut him off.

“S-sorry, I guess we got all caught up in it.” You mumbled looking away.

Kirishima was confused. Did you not like it? Did you not like him? Was it because of your family? He had so many questions, but he really didn’t want to pressure you into answering. He was quite clear in what he was feeling. He liked you. Like really liked you. He knew his crush on you would only grow the more you spent time with each other and he was hoping that you felt the same way even though it was so early on in the ‘relationship’. Maybe you were overwhelmed? He wasn’t opposed to giving you time and wasted none of it giving you an answer.

“I don’t regret it or anything, but I guess we did get swept up in the adrenalin of it all.” he pouted.

You really wanted to kiss those pouty lips again. You were going to take this memory to your grave the soft feel of his lips the electricity coursing through your veins. It was magical. It reminded you of a quote you once heard in a movie about love being the closest thing humans had to magic.

“I-I think he’s gone.” Kirishima said snapping you out of your stupor.

“R-right, I’m guessing you want to know?” You sighed.

“I do. But, I won’t pry you can tell me whenever your ready to.” He smiled.

His hand held yours in a loose hold as you both walked (into the sunset) back to the club. There wasn’t much banter but the silence wasn’t at all awkward. He had literally walked you to your car and you couldn’t help but think he looked angelic with a twinkle in his face as the sun cast a blinding light behind him.

“Thanks I had a lot of fun today.” You spoke.

“I had a great time too. Especially when we were running away heh it felt like we were in our own Crimson Riot movie. It was like Hidden in the sun” The smile he gave you showed off his cute teeth and you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled in your chest. He had just compared your ‘escapade’ to one of Crimson’s romantic action movies. The one where Mei is running from her oppressive rich family into the arms of Kujo the yakuza leader of the Sun Eaters.

“So what? You were Kujo?” You teased.

“Naturally.” He winked “And your my trusty partner! The lovely Mei.”

“Kirishima we’ve got to get together and have a marathon one day.” You proposed as you unlocked your car.

“Sure no problem but, only if you call me Eijirou.”

‘Mei!”

‘Kujo!’

‘Thank goodness you're okay’ The man sighed bringing his hands to cup the woman’s cheeks. ‘I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost you.’

‘Kujo I was so scared’ The woman cried.

‘It’s alright now Mei. You’re here with me’ he smiled resting his forehead against hers. ‘Your father will never get between us again.’

‘My love, promise me we’ll be together always.’ She sighed.

‘Forever and always my love’ He smiled, bringing her hand up to brush his lips against her knuckles.

A tender smile blessed your features as you watched the film. You wished to find love like that one day. And as the two actors on the screen professed their love for each other you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift over to Kirishima. The red head sat to your right on your lush bed. His strong arms squeezed the life out of one of your various plushies as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Eijirou are you crying?” You asked; your smile growing.

“These aren’t regular tears (Name).” he sniffled.

“They’re not?” You grinned.

“Of course not, they’re manly tears” He argued.

“It’s okay to cry about it.” You reassured, reaching over to pluck some tissues from a box that rested atop your bedside drawer. When you handed them over, he thanked you before blowing his nose.

“It’s just so sad you know?”

It was heartwarming how sentimental he was. But he was right; you had streamed this movie about a million times, and you cried each time you watched it. Despite their efforts, despite the fact that Mei’s arranged marriage was abolished and despite the fact that Mei’s father had finally given them his blessing; at the end of the film when facing off the rival gang Kujo dies. The suneaters are left without a leader and out of love for the deceased Kujo, Mei takes on his place as the head of the Yakuza. The movie ends with Mei holding a young child’s hand and they stand in front of a grave. Then she begins to tell the young boy of his father Kujo leader the Suneaters and how he saved a young woman from an awful life.

The movie was only three fourths of the way through but even your eyes misted at the tragedy that was to come. But for now, the actors embraced lovingly. They spewed sonnets of adoration and made eternal vows of the undying passion they both felt. They’re lips molded against each other in the dim candlelit scene.

‘Kujo, I – I want you to make me a woman.’ Mei gasped as she pulled away from the heavy kiss.

‘Are you sure?’ He asked placing delicate kisses at the tips of her fingers.

‘Yes’ She breathed.

‘I promise to be gentle and treat you like the most delicate of blooms’

‘Kujo~

Your face burned as you watched Kujo’s hands undo the knots of Mei’s kimono. The material slid down her body exposing her semi-nude form. They’re lips tangled as they shed their clothes leaving them both bare. You had watched this movie billions of times, but this scene never failed at making you feel hot. It was sensual, erotic and passionate. It was also very explicit with beads of sweat rolling down the actress’ exposed breast. The way his hand slipped between her thighs…

“D-do you want me to fast forward it?” You gulped.

“N-No it’s fine.” You were basically watching pornography with your crush. And, every noise be it a mewl or a moan was starting to affect your body temperature. You couldn’t help but side eye the attractive man next to you, watching as his Adams apple bobbed when he gulped, the way his arms squeezed your plushie tighter and closer to his crotch... You startled when those scarlet eyes met yours. You quickly looked away when your eyes caught sight of the rouge on his cheeks.

You bit your lip trying to ignore the lewd sounds coming from the screen. It seemed as though Kirishima had the same idea as he cut through the heating moment with a commentary of the movie.

“Y-You know this scene is real.” He coughed. “U-um you probably already know that since you’re also a huge Crimson Riot fan.” He chuckled awkwardly.

“Y-Yeah he did all of his stunts too.” You flushed.

“He really was amazing.” He blushed.

“Mmhm”

‘Ah Kujo Mmm~’

“You know I watched this movie with Katsuki?” He interjected, trying to play off the fact that he was extremely turned on. “We skipped this part though!” He quickly added.

“Bakugou?” You mused also taking the opportunity to talk in order to distract yourself from your growing desire. “I didn’t think he’d be into something like this.”

“He isn’t, he said he hated it.” He laughed “He said, and I quote ‘What a fucking shitty movie! Why the fuck did he have to die huh? Why did you show me this bullshit!’”

“It sounds like he took Kujo’s death harshly.” You giggled.

“You got that right.” He grinned.

His grin slowly faded when he looked back at your television. He…. He didn’t remember this scene being so long… And he wasn’t sure, but when did it get so hot? His eyes weren’t on the screen anymore. They explored every inch of your body. How could he resist? He already knew he had feelings for you. Sure, it had only been two months since your first meeting but between the frequent texts, visits and movie nights he was clear on how he felt. And right now, he was feeling inexplainable desire for the person he liked.

His yearning radiated out of his every pore. His eyes failing to hide how much he wished to experience the same scenario as the two actors on the screen, with you. Your eyes peered deep into Kirishima’s wine colored hues when you felt him lean in closer. Your body followed suit until you felt his breath ghost over your lips. Kirishima’s eyes looked to your lips and back to your eyes. He desperately wanted to feel your lips against his again. He hadn’t forgotten the way they felt pressed up against his nor could he forget how fast his heartbeat in that moment.

When his lips touched yours, you easily melted into him. His hand tailed down your arm to your hand. He linked his fingers with yours and swiped his tongue against your bottom lip. His other hand sliding up your leg to rest on your thigh. You were about to part your lips to grant him access when you realized where the two of you where headed. You pulled your head back to explain. But he was so intoxicating that you didn’t stray far.

“Eijirou…” You whispered your lips just barely caressing his. “I think we should sto-

“Mrs. (Name).” The both of you pulled away at such rapid speed that you almost tumbled off the side of the bed. Sadly, Kirishima didn’t share your luck and crashed against the floor. You snorted when he popped his head up to let you know he was okay.

Another knock at the door made you huff in annoyance and stand up. When you unlocked the door, you met the stern eyes of your maid. She cast Kirishima a nasty glare and proceeded to eye you with contempt. “Honestly (Name) a lady of your status shouldn’t continue to meet with such a man.” She scoffed. “And, now you’re locking doors? Who knows what this man’s intentions are? Your being foolish-

“Can you please not talk about Eijirou like that.” You frowned. “He’s a great person and he happens to be a really great friend who likes the same things I do. He treats me with respect and not as if I am property. And if I hear you make anymore snide comments regarding his visits then I’m afraid You might end up out of a job.”

Kirishima’s face resembled the shell of a boiled crab as he watched you stand up for him. He had assumed you were high class when he met you and when he visited you for the first time your place confirmed that. He honestly felt a bit out of place when he first visited you and he felt as if he’d soil your good name with his ‘status’. But here you were proving him wrong. Proving to him that you liked his presence enough to disregard how others perceived you.

“I don’t care if my father employed you if I hear one more quip regarding Eijirou’s presence here or defaming his profession I will fire you; repercussions of my father be damned.” You argued. “Now why did you interrupt us? I told you we were watching a movie.”

The maid grimaced before speaking. “He’s been trying to reach your cell for a couple of hours now and you wouldn’t pick up.”

“You mind hanging out here for a bit?” You asked Kirishima. A frown touched your lips as you followed her out of the room to speak on the home phone.

“I’ll be okay.” He smiled. Besides now that you were gone, he could just sneak off into the bathroom to solve his not so little problem… He was just glad that he had your plushie over his lap. And when he was finished, he couldn’t help but ponder on your behavior. He was miffed as to why you rejected his advances. He knew you felt the same way so then why did you pull away…

However, he wouldn’t pry, if you wanted more time together before you were ready to acknowledge your feelings then he was willing to wait. After all he was content with knowing you felt somewhat the same. How did he know? Well the red-head wasn’t as dense as people might have figured. If there was one thing, he was good at, it was reading others and perceiving their emotions and thoughts through their actions. Well that was what his friends had told him… He wasn’t too sure. Especially with how you’ve been pulling away, maybe you didn’t lik-

“S-sorry about that?” you apologized slipping into the room with a sheepish smile.

“It’s okay…. Is everything alright?” He asked observing your exasperated expression. You heaved out a heavy sigh flopping onto your bed and curling up miserably.

“…..Apparently if you come over again, they’re gonna snitch on me.” You pouted.

“Snitch on you?” He frowned.

“Tell my father…. For now, they won’t say anything because they think it’s a ‘rebellious phase’ but If you come over again…….” You sighed once more “You see I can have her fired if I complain about her service but, if she snitches on me then I could end up out on the streets.”

“Seriously?!?! That’s awful, why would he do that? Can he do that?” Kirishima frowned.

“Sadly, he can, I pay for rent and pay all the expenses, but the flat is under his name. And if my father feels as if I’m not ‘abiding’ by his rules then he would do it to ‘set me straight’” You groaned. “I know I could leave and rent someplace else, but it gives him a peace of mind to have me here, since I refuse to live with him. I don’t know it’s kind of hard to explain…”

“No, it’s not, I totally get it. You don’t want to worry your old man; you care about your family, and that’s a good thing but be careful in letting them have too much reign over your life. You might find yourself doing things that make you miserable in order to please them.” He advised.

“…..You didn’t tell me you also gave counseling.” You teased.

“But of course. I’m a man of many talents.” He grinned “But my rates are high.”

“Really now?” You played along.

“Yup.” He nodded

“Well then Mr. Eijirou what do I owe you for letting me rant?” You smirked.

“Simple. We watch Mafia at my place.” He beamed.

“Wait you have your own place?” You asked.

“What? You thought I lived at the club?” He laughed.

“Yeah………”

“Pffft you’re too cute.”

You don’t know how you lucked out. Kirishima was so understanding and wasn’t bothered in the slightest. ‘We don’t have to hang out at your place. We can go wherever we want! The world is our oyster (Name) and besides it doesn’t matter where we are so long as we’re there together!’. Those were the words he told you three months ago and thinking of them still made your heart flutter.

During those three months you spent less and less time at your apartment. At the office your hand was always near your pocket. You were always ready to whip out your phone when you heard the specialized ‘ding’ that signified his text. You were in too deep. You were absolutely head over heels for him. You had promised yourself not to fall in love with him, but he was just so amazing! He brought color to your life, he brought a smile to your lips and he brought a new beat to your heart.

Life was more enjoyable and dare you say it but… You loved him. You were in love with the stripper Red Riot known to by some as Kirishima Eijirou, and known to you as Eijirou; the man who stayed up late talking to you on the phone, the man who texted you to see how you were doing, the man who surprised you with small trinkets, the man who had told you to sit down on a chair as he changed?.... Wait?

Your heart felt as if it were trying to beat out of your chest as you sat in the same room the both of you had become friends in; a couple of months ago. You had been in this room a couple of times during your friendship with the stripper and this wasn’t the first time he had asked you for your opinion on his routine. However, he had usually asked you to watch his routine in the company of the other strippers so that they could give him pointers.

But this was different, you were here alone with him. Just the two of you. Just two souls hopelessly in love with each other. Jeez you were so nervous. ‘C-can I show you my new lap dance routine?’ He had asked. Kirishima was going to be the death of you. How were you to refuse him when he asked you so bashfully? How were you to refuse when you knew that you’d get to have his almost nude body on top of you? Those lidded ruby eyes gazing at you heatedly, the stretch of his sinewy muscles as he worked around your body, his alluring musk, his damp red hair! How were you going to keep your hands to yourself when all these lewd thoughts attacked your brain?!

When you asked him why he wanted your opinion the tease just winked and he pulled you along. And your lips sealed, you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity, no matter how wrong it might have been. And that’s how you found yourself chewing your lip as you waited for the attractive man to come out from behind the changing screen.

He was glad that you had agreed. And he hoped that something would come from this. Maybe not intimacy but maybe, just maybe... a reaction to solidify your relationship? He had been your friend all these months and had figured that you could have possibly categorized him, that maybe he was in the dreaded friend zone. He was scared that he might have been reading your feelings wrong… And, as recommended by his peers he decided to show you exactly what he had to offer. ‘Sex appeal man! You’re just being the ‘cute guy next door’ you need to show her that you are desirable!’ ‘I think your in the friendzone mate’ ‘Oof the Friend zone damn that must sting’ ‘I agree with Kaminari show her you’re not just a good friend, she needs to see you as a sexy potential mate’ ‘You idiots what type of shitty advice is that, Just fucking tell her you want to date.’ His friend’s words bounced inside his head as he pulled on the outfit.

He didn’t know if this would help and he was grasping at straws, but he really wanted to be with you. And if this was going to help in any way then he would man up and do it! Even though his belly rumbled with butterflies... He had never been this nervous during a lap dance before. Maybe it was because when he danced for other people there was no emotional connection? But despite his hesitance he steeled his nerves and pressed play on the radio and taking a deep breath he stepped out for you to see.

You startled when the song began to play but your eyes caught the movement of Kirishima walking out from behind the screen. Your jaw dropped gracelessly; your face heating up and you couldn’t help but recall the first time you saw him dance. His eyes held the same shy look but at your obvious reaction his grin widened in confidence. Exactly like the first time you saw him dance.

The hard hat he wore on his head cast a shadow over his face making him look absolutely predatory. Each step he took towards you seemed to send a pulse straight towards your cunt. You resisted the urge to screech when he licked his lips seductively. And like déjà vu he brought up his leg to rest by your thigh. You flushed when you looked up at him. The straps of his suspenders hugged his torso tightly and your eyes followed the dark material down. The sculpted muscles of his abdomen looking like a beautiful landscape painting.

The dark trail of hair disappeared underneath the tight black and neon green pants. The pants hung low on his hips giving your eyes a good view of his Adonis belt. His pointer finger touched your breastbone and he drug the finger up your neck and let it rest at your chin, effectively holding your head up to look at him. He looked down at you his plush lips pursed in contemplation.

He leaned his face close to yours and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, but he dodged your lips, instead his lips brushed against your ear. “Your look like your burning up baby?” He growled into your ear, grabbing your hands and placing them on the hot skin of his toned stomach. A shiver ran through your body when he entwined your fingers to help you run your hands down his body. You could almost drool, the way his muscles rippled underneath your touch filled you with a need to run your tongue across every dip of his prominent physique.

It felt as though someone had turned on the heater. Your entire body felt as if it were on fire and the irony of his costume finally dawned on you. How interesting it was that the firefighter was the cause for the fire. His movements were hypnotizing. His body syncing to the music as he danced on you. His hands had left yours and you continued to run your hands across his chest. He hummed pulling off the straps and letting them flop down, the weight of them tugged his pants lower and you bit your lip when you noticed he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

His body waved on top of you and he pulled off his hat to set it on your head. Red stands clung to his forehead as you noticed how the florescent burgundy light of the room hit the sheen of sweat covering his body making him glow. As he pressed himself closer to you, you felt just how excited the dance had left him. You let out a sharp breath when he brought one of your hands to his ass. Your fingers dug into the round flesh and the guttural groan he let out had you dripping.

Your throat felt dry and you grew a bit bold in your touch brushing your fingers across his nipples. The heavy blush on his face and moan encouraged you to do it again, this time you tugged at the metal bar. “Careful darling.” He groaned. If you kept touching him like this… fuck he didn’t know if he could control himself… Spoiler, he couldn’t he disregarded the song completely and caught your lips in a heated kiss.

Your head spun and you were so drunk off touching him that you couldn’t help, but kiss back, whining when he pulled away. “Are you feeling hot (Name)” He hummed. “Because I think it would be my job to put that fire out.”

The lewd implication of his words had you tangling your hands into his hair. Kirishima lifted you up out of your seat without breaking the kiss in order to sit upon it himself. You sighed into his mouth as his hands gripped your hips, his fingers sliding up your shirt. You sat on his lap and all you could think about was how hot his length felt pressed up against you. You had made out the imprint of it as he danced, and you couldn’t think of anything else but how amazing it would feel to have him inside of you. Kirishima pulled away to ask you if you were okay with what he was about to do. Because he intended to ravage you.

“(Na-

-Knock- Knock- Knock-

You had ever moved so fast in your life! You were halfway across the room when Todoroki opened the door.

“Oh, I’m sorry…. we’re you two fucking?” He had the audacity to ask.

Now Kirishima wasn’t normally an angry person but the look he gave the half and half male could very much end him. “No, we weren’t” The red head had hissed.

“Oh okay, Bakugou cooked for us today and told me to bring everyone, (Name) will you be staying for dinner?” He asked choosing to ignore the death stare Kirishima gave him.

“Y-yeah.” You squeaked out, avoiding Kirishima’s crimson gaze. When the three of you had settled at the table you noticed that everyone was acting suspicious. You chose not to comment on it but Kaminari opened his mouth.

“So~ How’d it go?” He grinned wiggling his eyebrows.

“They didn’t do anything.” Todoroki answered.

“Yeah man you would have heard it, these walls are like paper thin.” Sero added.

“I hate you all.” Kirishima flushed covering his glowing face with his hands.

“But seriously (Name) why-“ Midoriya was cut off by a swift kick.

“That’s none of our fucking business now shut the fuck up and eat.” Bakugou hissed. It was then that you and Kirishima were grateful for the life of the man known as Bakugou Katsuki. The topic quickly shifted as no one wanted the blonde to threaten them with the dreaded ‘I won’t cook for ya losers anymore’ When you finished you helped by bringing the plates to the sink watching as Bakugou got ready to wash them. You were about to leave when he called you out.

“Oi (Lastname) don’t hurt that brats feelings. If ya do, I’ll personally maim you.” You didn’t take his threat to heart as Bakugou was known to be the mom friend. But it did give you food for thought. What exactly was the nature of your relationship with Kirishima?

You would have thought that things would have been awkward between the two of you after the ‘lap dance’…. They weren’t. But you didn’t expect him to apologize. He had walked you to your car and had apologized for coming on to you in such a way. ‘It was totally uncool and unmanly of me. It’s not an excuse but I really can’t control myself around you. I.. I like you too much.’ When he went to turn away you had grabbed onto his wrist and on a whim, without thinking of anyone else, without thinking of the repercussions and speaking the naked truth from your heart you had sputtered ‘I-I didn’t hate it a-and….. I really like you too’

Even now as you sat on the barstool waiting for him you couldn’t help but flush at your horrible confession. ‘Was it even a confession’ You mused swirling the dark liquid in your glass. You remember hopping into your car after his jaw dropped. And you remembered squealing on your bed the whole night as you read the various text messages he had sent you. Each one was more tooth rotting than the last and they never failed at making you smile silly.

Sadly, that entire week you could only text him. You were swamped with work at the office, but the highlight of your days were the cute texts and fierce meme wars. Even now as you were sitting down babysitting drinks you texted him. He had asked you to hang out with him today, but you had prior engagements with your friends. One last ‘huzzah’ they called it. One last get together before your life changed. Damn you had really blocked off the entire world. Well your dull mundane one. You traded your grey for red. And in turn you received loving messages, amazing company and when you visited the club in the red-light district, delicious food.

The strippers of U.A had become your friends. Charming the lot of them and very supportive. They never failed to lift up your spirits when you received an unpleasant text. Hell, you muted those texts…

“Come on and dance with us (Name)!” Ashido laughed trying to tug you to the dance floor.

“Noooo” You whined.

“Leave (Name) to her phone.” Yaoyorozu giggled. “So (Name) what did Kirishima text you this time?”

“M-Momo!” You flushed.

“Kirishima?” Uraraka asked.

“The stripper Red Riot.” Jirou grinned wiggling her eyebrows “apparently they both became really good friends~ Shame it couldn’t have been more ya know?”

You felt your mood sour and your heart dropped to your feet. Reality hit you like a truck in that moment. What were you thinking??? You couldn’t be with Kirishima not when you-

“Earth to (Name)” Hagakure giggled waving her hand over our face “Isn’t that your hunky red head friend over there at two o’clock!” She chirped.

It was. You had invited him. That’s why you were so invested on your phone because he said that he would be there any minute. Your brows furrowed but before you could hesitate Jirou and Mina were pushed you in his direction. You vaguely made out your friends’ conversation as you were being pushed away.

“Should we be encouraging this?” Tsuyu questioned.

“Tsu-chan look how happy she looks.” Uraraka smiled sadly. “Let her have some fun with him for now. Besides they’re just friends, right?”

“Friends don’t look at each other like that.” Hagakure mumbled.

You didn’t get the chance to turn around and say anything as you bumped into the red head. Mina and Jirou shuffled away with teasing smiles.

“H-Hi” You mumbled. Jeez you couldn’t help the way your lips quirked up. You felt your heart sigh when his hand hugged yours.

“Hey.” He beamed. You couldn’t help yourself. Kirishima’s smile was just? Just?! magical! The sharp tooth grin melted away all your stress and worries. It promised you that everything was okay, and it just brightened up your day. You could really lose yourself in those wonderfully kind eyes. “You look beautiful. I mean you always look beautiful but today you just look wow not that your not wow every day! Ugh I’m failing at this aren’t I?”

You giggled at his compliment, heat blossoming on your cheeks as you tuned out everyone. After all you were ‘seeing red’; One could say that he gave that expression a whole new meaning. “You look great too” You flushed, loving the way his black jeans hugged his legs, the way his black jacket exposed the tight mesh shirt he wore underneath; quite literally teasing you with the view of his taunt flesh. His hair was slicked back, and you thought that he looked absolutely amazing with eyeliner.

“Really? It’s not too much?” He asked; mentally thanking his friends for their help.

“No, it suits you.” You complimented. You drowned in his gaze and he was hypnotized by your infatuated stare. Everyone who looked over at the both of you tossed you questioning looks. The both of you were just standing in the middle of the dance floor staring at each other. It was only when someone bumped into Kirishima that the ‘spell’ was broken. He scratched his red cheek awkwardly.

“We should probably move out of the way.” You laughed.

“Or, we could dance?” He asked. “If you want to that is.”

“Y-Yeah I’d like to.” You felt him pull you closer and you went with it. You were not the best dancer out there but the way Kirishima helped you move against him had you feeling as If you were a world-renowned champion.

You lost track of time as you danced with him. Song after song past but you wouldn’t tire. Not when his smile was so contagious. Not when you were drunk off his scent. The both of you laughed spinning around wildly. You goofed up dance moves together, and your heart had never felt this full. Every hit of the bass seemed to vibrate throughout your being and your legs moved in sync with Kirishima’s.

“Eijjirou!” You laughed when he brought peace signs across his eyes. Your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling, and you knew that this night would be a night you would always remember. You swore that every moment spent with the red head gifted you new memories. Memories you would hold dear to your heart and treasure eternally.

You couldn’t recall when it began but the songs had infected the both of you. Your body was pressed tightly to his. Your arm was slung over his neck as you grinded your ass against him. When you came back up from your drop his hands found your waist his lips placing a scorching kiss to your neck. The club’s smoke made you dizzy or was the haze caused by Kirishima’s length rubbing against the curve of your ass?

When he turned you around all you could see where his lidded ruby hues gazing at you with an intensity that made your thighs clench. The strobe lights of the club just highlighted all of his features and he looked like something straight out of your sinful dreams. And as the images of those dreams flashed across your eyes you brought his head closer and kissed him with reckless abandon. Your teeth clashed against each other as you kissed with fervor.

This kiss was nothing like the ones you had shared before. This one was desperate and heavy, it reminded you of the way Kujo had kissed Mei and just remembering that scene had you pooling in your panties. You gasped into his mouth when his hands came to grope your ass. The hand not around his neck roamed his torso feeling every dip and curve of his muscular form.

“Eijirou~” You panted when he pulled back. He didn’t allow your lips to feel lonely as they met yours again and when his tongue brushed against your bottom lip you let him in. You shivered when his tongue touched yours teasingly. You trembled when his tongue wrapped around yours and he brought your hips flush against his. Dancing was far from your mind when you felt him grind against your needy heat.

Your body moved against his as you lost yourself in his touch. You ground your hips against his hardened length each rub stimulating your clit. He groaned at the feeling bringing one of his hands up your body to touch your breasts. He was just as lost as you were. Drunk off your lips and how soft you felt. Every touch had him reeling and all he could think about was how much he wanted you. How much he needed to be buried inside of you as you cried out his name. He wanted to finally be joined together to tell you how much he loved you as he indulged in your tight cunt.

Just as his lips pressed against your neck you were pulled away from him. The feeling of being yanked away from him left you cold and you quickly whipped around to tell the person off. Your brows furrowed when you noticed who pulled you away. Your friends stood there casting disapproving stares at the both of you. Kirishima stepped closer to you bringing your hand into his and squeezing it in reassurance. He noticed the frown on your friends’ lips at the action. But he didn’t care for there opinion right now. In this moment he knew something unpleasant was going to be said and he wanted you to know that he was there with you one hundred percent! Boner be damned!

It was Tsuyu who broke the silence, as she was the most honest of your friends, she had to tell you, she had to reprimand you for your actions. “What exactly do you think you’re doing (Name)…”

“W-what do you mean.” You frowned.

“I think you know exactly what she means (Name).” Uraraka sighed. “I hate to say this but Tsuyu is right we’ve been encouraging you to have fun, but this isn’t what we meant… T-This is wrong.”

“What’s wrong about it?” Jirou frowned. “They like each other.”

“It doesn’t matter if they do, this can’t happen.” Yaoyorozu frowned.

“And why not.” Mina argued.

“(Name) Your playing with fire.” Hagakure added. “You know why you can’t be with him. You know what will happen if he finds out.”

“O-oh y-your right.” Mina mumbled. “I’m sorry to say this too but I think the both of you should stop seeing each other.”

“Just do him that favor and leave him (Name).” Tsuyu teared up.

Your vision blurred with tears and you wanted nothing more than to yell at them and tell them to mind their own business but… they were right. This relationship was bound to end in tragedy. You might as well stop it before it went too far. But how far was too far? Could you even leave him? Your hand, your fingers they refused to let go of the strong hand that held yours.

“You told us that you were just friends.” Yaoyorozu frowned.

“Friends don’t kiss like that Momo.” Jirou’s lip trembled. She felt terrible for agreeing with everyone, she hated that you would be forced to give up something so pure, something so raw and rare. Love. Damn how it was both a blessing and a curse to be in love. But still your hand didn’t leave Kirishima’s. Hell, the both of you were silent as your friends spoke.

“I…” You paused, your cheeks growing damp with tears. You breathed in deeply before turning to Kirishima. Your leaned up to place a chaste kiss against his plush lips. You looked at your friend and sighed heavily “I’m sorry…”

You felt your heart shatter when you let go of Kirishima’s hand. Your friends cast him sad looks and tried to reach out for you, but you brushed them off, quickly walking outside. Through the fog of tears, you made out the man who your father usually had tailing you. You waved him over and he quickly turned the ignition on.

When Kirishima and your friends stepped outside they only saw you close the door as the driver sped away.

“Where too Ms. (Name)?” He asked.

“Away.” You sniffled. “Far away. J-Just drive around please.”

“Of course.” He nodded.

The night was a clear one and you found yourself resenting the tranquility of it as you drove across the city. You didn’t want to think about anything at the moment. And you had immediately turned off your phone. And as the man kept on driving you calmed down enough to think. What were you going to do? Would you stay with him? Would you leave him and do as your family asked? No one made you feel like he did, and you doubted that someone else could evoke those feelings inside of you.

“Jin… What should I do?... I love him.” You asked the driver.

“Then be with him.” He shrugged.

“But my father-“ You started.

“Fuck your father. If he loves you he’ll let you follow your heart.” He mused “Also don’t tell him I said that, he’s the one who signs my checks.”

“It’s not that easy Jin, I made a promise and You know how my father is about promises, I’ll even have to resign and you know he’ll be pissed enough to evict me, that and I would never pursue it in court.” You sighed. “I signed the contract, so I have to….”

“Well is your job or that contract more important than that stripper?” He asked.

“No.” You pouted. “But I’m scared of what will happen to him if I don’t leave him.”

“Pfft you’re an idiot Ms. (Name) Your father can’t touch him. And the most that would happen if you ‘left’ him would be that he’d get his heart broken. And from my observations you two aren’t even official.” He grinned.

“Ughh Jin you know I didn’t mean physically harm him.” You groaned. “I mean like ruin their business. I’d hate to be the cause for U.A’s shutdown. They’re all so close and they all love what they do.” You frowned.

“Well it seems like you’ve got one tough decision to make.” He mused. “How about we hit up that ice cream place you used to like as a kid, and you think it over a cone?”

“I could use something sweet right now.” You smiled.

“I’m sorry for running away that one day.” You laughed as you wiped the rest of the sticky treat from your lips with a napkin.

“No worries kid.” He waved off stopping the car in front of an apartment complex. “So here we are.”

“Yeah here we are…” You mumbled.

“Hurry the hell up and get out.” You did so “And I won’t wait up on you~” He winked before driving away.

You rolled your eyes as you watched him round the corner. You were in a much better mood, but your heart still pounded in your chest. And with each stair you climbed you felt as if your heart was climbing up your throat. And then you were standing in front of it. 221b, Kirishima’s apartment. You had only been over to watch movies; you had never been here this late and you wondered if Kirishima was even here as sometimes he stayed at the club.

Would he even want to see you after what had happened earlier? You had kept so many things from him. But enough was enough you were going to come clean. You weren’t sure if you wanted to continue your relationship with him. You loved him yes but, you knew of your family’s influence and you didn’t want him to get caught up in it and lose something he cared for. He loved the strip club and dancing. Who were you to take that from him? Take that from his friends?

“Maybe this was a bad idea.” You whispered as you stood in front of the door. “I should think about this more.”

“(Name).”

You turned and lo and behold there stood the red head you wanted to speak to. Your mouth opened a couple of times, but you couldn’t figure out where to begin.

“E-Eijirou I… We-we need to talk.” You sighed.

“Then we should probably go inside.” He smiled.

“O-okay.” You moved out of his way so that he could unlock the door and thanked him when he held it open for you. Once inside he ushered you to his couch asking if you wanted anything to drink.

“Water is fine.” You replied. When he came back, he handed you the bottle and sat across from you on an armchair. You opened the bottle taking a few sips in order to settle your nerves.

“I-I’m… I’m E-“ Kirishima cut you off by standing and walking over to sit next to you. It seemed as though he had a fascination with holding your hand as he held it in his.

“(Name) do you love me.” He asked, looking deep into your eyes. You were overwhelmed with emotion from the tender look he gave you.

“Yes, Eijirou I-I love you. I love you so much that I’m here doing things I shouldn’t be doing.” You sniffled hanging your head. However, Kirishima was having none of that and brought your head up by placing his fingers on your chin.

“I love you too.” He smiled. “And I don’t care who your family is or what secret your keeping from me. All I know is that I have never felt like this for someone.” He blushed bringing your hand to his lips to press a kiss against your knuckles. “And I desperately want to be with you.”

“Eijirou, I want to be with you too but-“ He pressed his finger to your lips.

“Your dead set on telling me aren’t you.” He sighed. “I-I get the feeling that when you do tell me you’re going to leave and bid me goodbye.”

“I have to.” You mumbled against his finger.

“But you don’t want to.” He uttered. “Please whatever it is c-can it wait till tomorrow?” He stuttered, his waterline shining with unshed tears.

“Eijirou please.” You sighed pushing his finger from your lips. “Don’t make leaving you harder than it already is.”

“Then don’t go. Give us a chance. Give me a chance (Name).” He begged. “Whatever it is that you’re scared of I promise we can face it, together.”

His thumb wiped the tears cascading down your cheek. “Let me love you (Name). Let me show you how much I love you at least for tonight… Let us have this fantasy even if it’s only for tonight.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Let’s be selfish tonight and forget everyone and only think of each other.”

“Kirishima Eijirou.” You chuckled. “What are you saying.”

“I’d elope with you, you know.” He grinned, placing a kiss on your nose.

“You're crazy.” You whispered against his lips.

“Crazy for you.” He mumbled.

“You're so cheesy.” You hummed.

“But you love it~” He teased.

“Eijirou shut up and just kiss me.”

You didn’t need to tell him twice. He leaned into you, his lips pressing against yours softly. Moving against yours with such fluidity that you thought you’d melt. His fingers caressed your cheek as your hand fisted his jacket. His other hand left yours to trail up your side, his fingers ghosting up your waist made you sigh into his mouth. He pulled back; his crimson eyes looked to be staring at your naked soul.

“Can we-

You didn’t let him finish; your lips found his eagerly your fingers tangling in his thick hair. Whatever was holding him back released him and he kissed you with just as much fervor. His hands glided across your clothed body touching every inch of you. Memorizing every curve and dip your body had to offer. Your fingers tugged at his jacket and he quickly shrugged it off.

He smiled against your lips when your hands slipped under the mesh shirt he wore. He was caught off guard when you raked your nails down his chest. The sound he made was verbal sin and it had your cunt trembling in anticipation. You bit down on his lip and he parted his lips without complaint. You ran your tongue across his coaxing it to roll around with yours while his fingers worked on getting you out of your clothes.

You panted, your face burning when you pulled away from the heated kiss. The lack of oxygen made your head spin, but you wanted more. You wanted to touch him, needed to touch him.

“Eijirou” You gasped as his tongue ran up the length of your neck. His tongue lavished the sensitive skin of your neck and he reveled in each soft sigh you let out. He couldn’t help but groan at the moan you let out when he bit down on a tender spot. Kirishima worked fast as you hadn’t noticed that he had stripped you of your top layer of clothes. There you laid on his couch in nothing but your undergarments.

It was a feast for his eyes. “Your so beautiful (Name).” He panted brushing his thumb against your bottom lip. He had dreams of this before, dreams of you panting underneath him, dreams of you screaming his name in pleasure but damn was the real thing so much better looking. Your skin felt so soft and smooth under his hands. Each touch to your skin felt as if he was touching fire and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t eager to slid inside of you right there and then.

But this was about you. This was about showing you how much he loved you. You yelped when he pulled you on top of his lap suddenly. Your crotch was pressed snuggly against his throbbing length, but he made no move to shift. Instead his fingers curled around the material of his shirt and he carefully tugged it off, making sure his nipple piercing didn’t get caught in the mesh. And it didn’t matter how many times you’d seen Kirishima strip each time left you in awe. You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself and as his hands went around your back to remove your bra, yours went to toy with the metal bar on his nipple.

“Nngh” Kirishima groaned at the pleasurable sting of having the industrial bar pulled, his hips jerking up into yours when you did it again. “A-again.” He gasped fumbling with the clasp of your bra when you took his nipple into your mouth.

Once the pesky material was out of his was, he palmed your chest. Sighing at the softness of your breasts. But he wanted to see you, so he gently tugged you back, his eyes drinking in your half nude form. “Fuck your so damn perfect.” He shuddered brushing his thumb against your nipples, grinding his hips against yours as you arched beautifully for him.

You gasped out his name when he tugged at the hardened buds, squealing when he took its twin into his mouth. Your body felt so incredibly hot and each touch felt like a shock of electricity. You buried your face into his neck as you continued to roll your hips against his, the friction amazing but you wanted more.

You were practically leaking, your slick penetrating through your panties dampening the material of his jeans. You tugged at his hair, whining when he bit down on your nipples in retaliation.

“Mmmnn E-Eijirou p-please I want you~” You moaned.

You shrieked when he stood up suddenly and you were quick to wrap your arms and legs around him. He gripped your ass as he walked you to his room. He kicked the door open and bee lined it to his bed. You let out another yelp when your body bounced off the bed.

“Eijirou!”

“Say it again.” He moaned as he crawled between your legs. He lifted up your right leg and placed a kiss on your ankle. He continued to kiss his way up your leg as you watched him with your lip caught between your teeth. He always looked erotic, but he looked downright lewd between your legs. You shuddered when he kissed your inner thigh. You flushed in embarrassment when he nuzzled his nose against your clothed slit.

He placed a teasing kiss against the damp spot and went higher his teeth latching onto the hem of your panties. He slipped them off your hips slowly and you had to fight the urge to cum at the action. He was such a theatrical tease. The fucking irony. Once the flimsy garment was gone you were left bare before him. His eyes drank in your form for the millionth time and he couldn’t help but be thankful.

His lips pressed against yours in an out of place delicate kiss. “You’re a gorgeous (Name). I can’t believe how lucky I am.” His words made your heart throb. “I’m going to worship every single part of your body tonight. And I apologize in advance if you wake up with a sore throat.” Your cunt clenched at those words.

With another kiss he disappeared from your line of sight and traveled down your body. “You have such a pretty looking pussy (Name).” He hummed kissing your clit appreciatively. You covered your blazing cheeks in embarrassment.

“E-Eijirou!” You cried out when his tongue flicked across the sensitive nub. His hand placed your leg over his shoulder as he licked a strip up your cunt. His other hand reached out for yours tangling your fingers together as he brought his other hand to toy with your sopping hole.

“Ah~” You couldn’t stop yourself for vocalizing your pleasure as he slipped two fingers deep inside your cunt. Your pussy took them in easily and gave the digits a greedy hug. Your hips bucked up against his face as his fingers stroked your silky walls searching, searching for-

“Ah f-fuck! Yes, right there~” You mewled when his fingers brushed against the patch of ridged skin inside your cunt. His tongue continued to swirl around your clit occasionally lapping at the gooey slick seeping from your dripping folds.

“Mmm” You whined when his lips closed around your clit, his fingers entering your cunt in rapid succession. Your hips rocked against his face wildly as you felt yourself grow close. When he added a third finger you couldn’t hold it off anymore. With a cry of his name you teetered off the edge and let your orgasm embrace you. It washed over you like a blanket making you whimper when Kirishima’s fingers continued their task.

You would have thought him done but the man pulled out his fingers to stretch your labia apart. Watching as your pussy squeezed around nothing as if missing his fingers. He couldn’t stop himself from getting a taste and the sound that left you was impossibly high pitched when you felt his tongue dip inside of you. He slurped and drank down you’re cum as if though he were starved and as he continued to do so you felt yourself climbing higher.

Only when you came on his face again did he pull back up. And as he saw your heaving chest and took note of your teary eyes and trembling thighs he knew; he knew that he would never be complete if he didn’t have you this blissed out often. Jeez it was his first time with you and you already had him drunk off of your sweetness.

“If I’m only ever allowed one thing to eat in life this.” He placed another kiss to your swollen lips “Is what I’d choose.”

He let you regain your bearings as he removed his pants sighing contently when his cock was free from the confined pressure. He was so stiff it hurt. And when you caught sight of him your legs parted subconsciously. He was big but you had already gathered that from how many times you’d see the imprint of it while he danced, and from the times it was pressed up against you.

You licked your lips at the thought of his cock sliding inside of you, splitting you in two. Just as you had seen before his dark pubes were trimmed, he wasn’t just long he was also thick with two building veins running alongside each other. You couldn’t help the snicker that left your mouth.

“Find something funny darling?” He asked, hissing when he closed his fist around his shaft. You gulped thickly at his facial expression and answered him.

“I just thought of a meme you sent me the other day.” You giggled.

“Seriously? Your thinking of meme? Now?” He laughed.

You laughed along with him getting onto your knees to touch the impressive phallus. He moved his hand to allow you to grip his pulsing cock. It felt hot and heavy in your hand and you ran your closed fist up and down the length of it teasingly.

“You know which meme I’m thinking of.” You mumbled ruining your thumb across his slit.

“Nnn W-which o-one.” He groaned.

You pushed him back watching as he fell onto the bed with a surprised expression. He didn’t have time to react when you kissed the head of his aching dick. He panted as he watched you pull back his pre connecting your lips to his cock. Kirishima moaned when you licked the drop from your lip.

“I’ve never wanted to suck dick so badly in my life.” You whispered, making Kirishima choke. Fuck he didn’t know that meme could sound so sexy. But he wasn’t about to let you. Hell, with how long he had been holding back he’d cum the second your lips wrapped around his girth. So, instead he kneeled pushing you right back down and pulling you closer by grabbing the bottom of your knees.

“Maybe some other day babe.” He winked as he teased your entrance with his weeping member.

“Hey! no fair you Ah!” It was a tight fit but fuck it felt amazing to have your walls flutter around him. He dreamed of this but the real thing? Nothing compared to it.

The way he stretched you out stole your breath away. And when he pulled back you were about ready to riot only for him to grace you with a deep thrust. His pace was slow and deep, and your toes curled whenever he bottomed out. Hell, you didn’t think you would be able to take him all!

“F-Fuck you feel so amazing.” He gasped. “E-even better than I imagined.”

“E-Eijirou~” You gaped his name with every push of his hips. And you down right squealed his name when he rutted into you harder. “Fuck yes! Oh my gosh H-harder! Eijirou Mmmm P-please~”

And who was he to deny you? His rutted into you quicker his pace increasing with every thrust. You couldn’t keep up with him anymore but each time his cock hit you just right it felt heavenly. He pulled your legs up higher allowing him to go even deeper than he already was. And when he angled his hips you saw the light. Kirishima stuttered when your walls clenched around him after he found you’re a-spot.

His jaw dropped and it took every ounce of self-control not to cum as he took in your blissed-out expression. Your teary eyes were rolled back into your head and your tongue poked out your mouth provocatively. So much so that he took it into his and continued to pound into you. Every squeak was swallowed by his mouth as he took your breath greedily.

You couldn’t feel anything else besides him. Your mind was filled with him, filled with how amazing this felt and how much you loved him. You pulled away from the kiss to cry out your declarations of love. ‘Fuck ungh I love ah~ Eijirou I love you so much’ It was all a blur, a blur that ended in the most intense orgasm you had ever had. Hell, you didn’t even notice when Kirishima pulled out and finished on your chest.

“F-Fuck that was amazing.” He panted as he laid down next to you. He let your breath even out before pulling you closer and placing a kiss on your shoulder. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this with you.” He hummed.

“Oh, you have no idea how much I wanted you too.” You breathed

“Not as much as me.” He grinned bringing your hand to his lips to kiss your fingers. “I’ve had to stop myself from pouncing on you over one hundred times.”

“Only one hundred?” You teased.

“Well only one hundred times when we were watching movies in my apartment but if you count all the other times and places.” He played along.

“I love you.” You smiled.

“And I love you more.” He grinned rubbing his nose against yours as he cuddled the hell out of you.

“Oh yeah?” You taunted.

“Are you trying to start something here (Name)? Because I promise you, I can still keep going.” He grinned.

“And who the hell said I can’t?” You antagonized.

“When you wake up tomorrow and you aren’t able to walk remember that you asked for it.” He smirked climbing on top of you. Only for you to switch roles.

“You are sorely mistaken if you thought you were going to have your way again. Now sit back and let me choke on your cock ‘cause that’s been my fantasy for months now.” You grinned.

“You know watching you cock on it has been one of my many fantasies too.” He matched your grin. “This just proves it.”

“Proves what?” You asked settling between his thighs.

“That we’re soulmates.” He smiled. It was something so out of place in the lewd situation, but it was uniquely him and it was also something you loved about him.

“Your so cheesy.” You flushed.

“But you love it.” He grinned. “O-Oh shit, G-give me a warning next tim-Nngh”

The sun peaked through the blinds and like a mischievous scamp decided to play across your eyes. In other words, it roused you from your slumber and you groaned at both the light and the dull ache between your legs. It was then that you noticed that you weren’t in your room and that strong arms held you close to an equally strong chest. Kirishima Eijirou. You sighed blissfully recalling the night the both of you spent ‘tossing’ in the sheets. It was everything you had dreamt of and more. Last night confirmed everything you already knew. You loved the stripper known as Red Riot.

You couldn’t stop the smile that split your face when you noticed that he had brought your things into the room. Your clothes laid folded up on top of his desk and your phone charged beside it. How was Kirishima so damn considerate?! He was the literal definition of perfection. And his soft sleepy snores were like music to your ears. Gosh you were so whipped. And as much as you wanted to see those ruby colored eyes you figured you should let him sleep.

You wiggled out of his arms, giggling at the way he pouted when he didn’t feel you in his arms. You grabbed your phone from the dresser to see the time and the sun stopped warming your body. Your blood ran cold and you recalled why you were in Kirishima’s apartment in the first place.

Your lips trembled but you knew it was now or never you had a decision to make and so knowing how much you loved him you decided to send a follow up text. And you loved him, so you sent:

{Follow up text}

Decisions are hard and there even harder when we perceive that we are making the best choice but what is the best choice? Is it well thought out? Is it a leap of faith? Is it following your heart? Or listening to your brain?

#HITS #Hidden in the sun #kirishima x reader #eijirou kirishima #Kirishima fluff #Kirishima angst #Kirishima smut #kirishima eijirou x reader #Kirishima lemon

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Hunter meeting Hunter

A Xaviera Lah-Mo and Andrei Kulokova Story Chapter 1

Authors Note: Do I hear OC x OC bells? Maaaaaaybe~ This is a story starting my OC Xaviera with @the-slasher-files‘s OC Andrei and how they meet and all the adventure and of course....murder, because they are killers. Many thanks to @the-slasher-files because this story couldn’t have been made without her help.

Xaviera Lah-Mo belongs to me

Andrei Kulokova belongs to @the-slasher-files

Warning: The following story below contains murder and death, because our killers love it.

Words: 2.0k

Winter in Himalaya was definitely cruel and oh so very cold, below freezing, everything was covered in pure white, the snow that if you weren't equipped adequately, would freeze your extremities like feet and hands.

That wasn't a problem for Xaviera since it wasn't her first time in Himalaya. For her, it felt like visiting her grandparents, who sadly died a long time ago. Her icy blue eyes took in the scenery; the quietness, the tranquility, she felt like she was home, but right now she didn't have time for basking in what Mother Nature had to offer, because the snow-white haired woman had a mission and just like an Apex predator, she was set to fill it to the end perfectly.

She was currently laid on her front on a low ridge, camouflaged in the snow, like Snow Leopard, her eyes trained on a small group of three poachers. This wasn't her principal mission for why she came to Himalaya, but when life gives you a chance at hunting to balance the ecosystem, you take it and that's what she does.

They are marching through the snow in the clearing of the forest, her eye looking at them from the telescope of her sniper rifle, her finger hovering on the trigger, waiting like an animal in hunting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

She was just going to do that, but she felt like something was off, like someone else was there; a feeling she got after years of observing animals. Her blue eyes left the poachers only to see something moving behind the trees.

A man.

Her lips were pulled into a thin line; that she didn't expect. Was he with them? What was he planning?

Before she could ask herself any more questions, the sound of a gun shooting meets her ears. The man just shot one of the poachers, not deadly, but enough to make said wounded man yell in pain.

Fuck, that didn't happen before and her first instinct told her to take care of the poachers; that was her job and she just did that. It only took one minute to fatally wound them, seeing their bodies drop on the snow, white turning scarlet.

Her gaze averted from the killed poachers to the man, only for him to be gone. Xaviera gulped down, still hiding in place, blue eyes scanning the area for any movement, not daring to move an inch from her hiding spot.

Where had he gone? She tried to peak her ears up for sounds that might give away his location, but nothing.

Another instinct followed, screaming at her to run the hell out of there and she quickly did that, strapping her sniper rifle on her back and getting off from the cold blanket of snow, marching off the ridge, only when she reached the bottom, she saw a silouethe from the corner of her eyes.

It was him, he was standing there on the entry of the forest that surrounded them.

It was like two animals coming face to face, neither of them moving an inch, waiting for the other to make the first move, which the man did. He just stared at her, like a predator that saw potential prey, and then he took off into a sprint in her direction.

This was bad. Xaviera had no combat skills what so ever and she knew she was no match for the tall and imposing stranger, who looked around 6'5 or so. She was only 5'4 for Christ Sake.

She did the first thing that came to mind; running, taking off into the opposite direction, straight up into the dense snowy forest. She wasn't one for brute strength, but she made it up with being an agile and fast runner, but just like the cheetah that was for small distances because she quickly lost speed.

She remembered the dart bows with venom in the pocket of her winter jacket. She may not pack deadly muscles, but she sure packs a sneaky and venomous attitude under the thick winter clothing.

She brakes to a halt and looks straight into the eyes of the man, who was just a few feet away from her, coming to a stop too, looking skeptical at her. Her hand was ready to throw the darts at him, aiming for the neck.

"One more step and you're dead. I don't suppose you would want a dose of Russell's Viper venom into your bloodstream. Even if you survive the venom, the effects are life-long term." she threatened him, getting into a defensive pose.

He looked like one of these big gray wolves that are really to pounce into the kill and that's what he did, dodging her venomous darts with precision, her blue eyes meet his own, and pain shot through her back as her rifle dug into her back.

He pinned her on one of the trees, both her hands in one of his so much bigger ones. She couldn't even move her hands an inch, that's how much power this man exhumed, and by the feeling of his grip, she knew he could break her wrists in a matter of seconds.

He had light brown hair in a faux hawk hairstyle and his eyes resembled hers a little in color, that icy blue. He also had scars, one on his right cheek, the other going from his forehead down to his left cheek, and another on the bottom of his jaw. What really caught her attention were his sharp K9s.....resembling so much of a wolf.

She looked up at him with eyes that would resemble a fierce cat, her lips pulled into a snarl, just like a cornered animal, hissing at him to let her go. His free hand moved slowly to her cheek, stroking the soft, cold skin with his rough one.

"Easy little mouse, easy...." he cooed, making alarm bells ring in her head, trembling like an animal that was ready to strike and she was ready to smash his precious jewels with her knee, only for a loud sound to pull on both their attention.

Xaviera's eyes widened as she saw the avalanche coming and they were done for, she blacked out as the snow-covered them. When she did woke up, she panicked and trashed, digging up to get out of the snow and breath, adrenaline coursing through her tiny body.

When her head peaked up from the snow, she took a deep breath, surprised even herself that she managed to survive this. Her eyes looked around and noticed one hand peeking up from the snow.

She stumbled on shaky legs there, digging the man from under the snow. One shaky hand checked his pulse; still alive, but unconscious and as she looked over his body she noticed that he had a deep gash on his biceps and his ankle was twisted.

'Just let him die and get back to the cottage.' That's what she first thought, but she also felt a sense of pity wash over her.

'Why help him? He was probably going to slice and dice you on the spot there.' She debated what to do.

He resembled so much more than a human, almost like he was at a moment a wounded wolf that she spotted in the snow. She groaned, her soft spot getting to her.

Finally deciding, she tried to put one of his arms over her shoulder to balance his weight, which wasn't an easy deal, because he was tall and very heavy and she was like a shrimp compared to him.

Her eyes took in the sky, signaling her that night was close and it was going to snow.

To say the least that the marching to her cottage was a challenge would have been an easy saying, it drowned all her energy, but her hope sparked up when she saw her salvation.

She got him inside and with her last effort, she dragged him upstairs to the bedroom. All she wanted was to sleep and recharge herself, but that was a luxury she couldn't afford at the moment. She needed to start the fire to heat up the cottage, treat his wounds, and hers; the ice really felt like blades.

Going downstairs, she put the logs inside the fireplace, lightening it up, rubbing her hands together, absorbing the heat the flames provided. Going back upstairs with a medical kit, she looked over his wounds; more urgent than hers, so she started to work, making sure to disinfect everything, especially the deep gash on his biceps, then stitching him up, her eyes looking over his naked torso, big scars littering it; from battles, assaults?

Just who was this man?

Finishing with him, she started to treat herself, hissing as she picked up tiny rocks and ice from her scratches on her forearms; she was absurdly lucky that she got off so easy from this disaster.

While she had patched him up, she got all his weapons off him; no way was she going to leave all the arsenal on him to kill her when he wakes up. She set all his weapons downstairs neatly, putting his big winter jacket and boots to dry off.

She was so hungry, but the need for sleep called louder, so she sat down on the fluffy blanket in front of the fireplace, letting her eyes close and bask in the flames, simple luxury in these mountains most couldn't afford.

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When she woke up the first thing that she did was go outside and provided more wood for the fire, then she started to make breakfast, considering that it was daytime. She must have slept all night.

She prepared stew in the cauldron above the fireplace, the only source to cook, but it was better than eating cold stew directly from the can. It's a good thing she prepared herself for times like this, stashing up food for two months for this trip. She also made hot tea for her and the man upstairs.

It would take one hour for the delicious food to be finished, so she decided to check on her guest. Entering the bedroom, he was awake, her eyes taking in his sharp ones, still predatory, but not like back there in the forest. She walked to set the cup of warm tea on the nightstand.

On both fell a dead silence, until he decided to break it.

"Why did you save me?" he asked, voice deep and raspy, Russian accent very prominent.

Well, that was a first. No 'who are you?' or something cliche like that.

"Would you have preferred I let you die under the ice-cold snow and bleed to death?" she asked, a tiny drop of sarcasm lacing her voice, her voice calm, not fazed by his hard-cold gaze. She had seen far worse; she patched up, bears, wolves, lions, and tigers.

He was a little baffled, in a strangely good way.

"That still doesn't answer my question." he grumbled and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Are you a poacher?" she asked with her arms crossed over her chest.

He sat up in bed, his lips pulled into a dark smile, a glimpse of his K9's.

"A poacher of sorts...you can say dat." he replied, making her suspicious.

"If you touch any animal I'm gonna skin your scalp off." she told him, with no hesitation in her voice.

He raised an eyebrow at her words, grabbing the cup of tea from the nightstand she got for him.

"My hunting is different, little one....Humans are the real monsters. I think that we can agree." he explains, making her curious; well that assured her, plus it was new to hear such words from someone.

"Food is almost ready. I will bring the tray upstairs, since your ankle is twisted I don't want you stumbling down the stairs and twist your neck too." she said, leaving him be and going downstairs.

The food was almost ready, just five more minutes or so. Her eyes averted on the table full of maps, compasses, and files.

She still needed to finish her mission, but as she tried to find a frequency on the radio station for the weather, she knew this will have to wait; it was going to be a blizzard for the following days.

That could wait, at the moment her problem was the mysterious man upstairs.

She sighed.

'What had she just got herself into?'

#Xaviera Lah-Mo #Andrei Kulokova #slasher oc #original characters #Andrei x Xaviera?#We shall see in future chapters #Killer OCs

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Halloween 2021 - Day 5 - The Invisible Ray (1936)

Doesn’t that just sound like a bad magician? “Ladies and gentlemen, introducing...The Invisible Ray!”

Ah, this takes me back. Back in year 0 of this horror marathon business, before this blog was a thing, it was kinda heavily skewed towards the ‘classic’ period; Dracula, Frankenstein, The Mummy..all that Universal 1930’s type stuff. Amongst that first run were a pair of films starring both KARLOFF and Bela Lugosi; The Black Cat and The Raven. I remember them both being quite good, both having this sort of rivalry between their two characters. The Black Cat moreso with a young couple caught in the middle of a heated feud between KARLOFF and Lugosi’s characters. Whereas The Raven has KARLOFF as more of a de-facto good guy as he plays a reluctant henchman to Lugosi’s character. Not that that level of power translated off screen, with Lugosi’s star beginning to fade but I remember reading something about KARLOFF insisting on some parity in pay between the two in one of their movies when the studio tried to lowball Lugosi so good on you, KARLOFF.

Neither have much to do with the Edgar Allan Poe stories they take their names from, outside of Lugosi’s character in The Raven having an obsession with Poe and adapting various means of torture from Poe stories. There have been plenty of Poe adaptations throughout the years but the other big uptick in them was in the 1960’s with a series of films directed by Roger Corman, often starring Vincent Price but with other big names sprinkled in like KARLOFF, Peter Lorre and Lon Chaney Jr. Plus a relatively early Jack Nicholson appearance in The Raven, which was shot at the same time as The Terror. That bloody bird!

So, yeah, it’s good to see one of these KARLOFF/Lugosi films again. Apparently there are eight films that featured both of them so I’ll be halfway there now on them. This also has Carl Laemmle Jr’s name attached, albeit in a minor way as he’s listed as ‘presenting’ the movie. I’m not sure if that ever means anything. It’s like when Tarantino ‘presents’ something, did he have any actual input on the film or was he just shining a light on something he personally liked because he has so much power and influence?

The movie’s foreword is an early indicator of the more science-fiction leaning nature of the movie which catches you off guard a little with the people involved and the timeframe we’re working in. Feels like the 50’s was more when the whole sci-fi thing took off. Also, since when was science a verb?

Certainly has the feel of that classic ‘old, dark house’ horror thing early on as we start with the Rukh household awaiting the arrival of some of Dr Janos Rukh’s (KARLOFF) peers who are to bear witness to his new discovery.

KARLOFF has clearly been eating his crusts to get curls like that, normally he’s a slicked back kind of guy. And it’s kinda weird seeing both of them with facial hair. Oddly though this is one of the rare times that Lugosi plays a good guy, this is a clear violation of the parallel universe protocol:

Normal universe – clean shaven – good guy Parallel universe – goatee – evil

This early version of Dr. Doom is a bit naff. Are you making a great scientific discovery here or doing a spot of welding?

Apparently Dr Rukh’s invention is a telescope that is able to see into the deepest reaches of space, but can also pick up on vibrations left by the events that have taken place and he can then project that as a moving image that shows an asteroid crashing to Earth millions of years ago that can help him pinpoint the crash site and allow him to discover new elements inside the asteroid...wait, what?! Is this like that time on CSI when they solved a murder by getting sound out of something someone made in pottery class because the grooves could be played like a vinyl?

We then pivot sharply into the great plains of Africa where our team have set off in search of what will become known as ‘Radium X’. Oh yes, I think that’s on the periodic table next to Hardtoobtainium. And I’m specifically trying to avoid animal cruelty by not watching Cannibal Holocaust, don’t come around here with your dead leopards and talk of how many rhinos you’ve shot. I must say I’m a little wary of this sudden introduction of all these natives carrying spears and wearing bone necklaces, I just don’t feel like I can trust a movie made in the 1930’s to be sensitive on it’s portrayal of other cultures.

Thought it does present us with the best actor in this picture, look at those bug eyes! He’s like Africa’s answer to Marty Feldman.

And that’s just his reaction to a piece of scanning equipment going off, him and his mates are definitely going to be worried when this white devil makes a demonstration of his new found Radium X and it’s ability to melt pure stone. Looks like a portajohn backing up...

He then promptly turns his cosmic ray gun on all the locals when they tell him they want to go home. Sure, you can leave, you’re not going to get very far though. Dude, there’s like 12 of you and he’s given some of you rifles. Just jump him when he’s asleep.

Dr. Rukh finds that evening that he’s suddenly turned an interesting shade of neon yellow and can be seen by anyone in a three mile radius so either this Radium X is highly poisonous or Rukh has been running in opposition to Vladimir Putin. This poisoning leaves him so irradiated that merely touching another living thing is enough to kill it. Dr. Benet (Lugosi) is able to make a serum for him but can never truly cure him, he must regularly take this serum or otherwise he will revert to this killing machine type state.

But, in his eagerness to not spread this poison to his wife, and his general upholding of the man code to never air ones medical problems, he generally acts a bit surly and tells her to piss off which see views as him not loving her anymore so he promptly shacks up with the young explorer type who came with them to Africa. Worse yet, Benet and crew have taken a sample of Radium X to show at a scientific conference in Paris. Between losing his missus and thinking that other people are taking all the credit for his work, Rukh is just slightly annoyed.

It’s not all bad though, he is able to use this new element to cure his mother’s blindness. I like how his first reaction upon learning that Radium X has irrecoverably changed his life, leaving him one missed injection away from imminent death, is to shoot it directly into his mother’s face.

“Patients won’t like being shot in the face.” “They’ll like what I tell them to like.”

Whilst sulking outside of the church that his ex is getting re-married in, he spots a series of statues of saintly figures and imagines them representing each of the 6 people on the African expedition, vowing to destroy each of them until only he is left. Marvelous invention this Radium X, it can melt statues and cure blindness. Do you have to put special filters on that ray gun of yours depending on the situation? That’s a malpractice suit waiting to happen if you mix those up.

Dr. Benet is a little suspicious when one of their party dies suddenly for no explainable reason so takes a few ultraviolet photos of the victims eyes in order to study. And wouldn’t you know what he finds?

Bullshit! Nevermind the ultraviolet camera, this is more like the dues ex machine camera. I know this is science fiction and all but what is this, 1936 or 2036? Or maybe they’re just able to make the most detailed contact lenses known to man.

Eventually, when Rukh finds himself unable bring himself to kill his former love, he is confronted by his mother who smashes the serum and condemns him to death as, going unchecked, the Radium X within him will destroy his body. Sensing the end coming, Dr. Rukh dives out of the nearest window and promptly erupts bursts into flames, now left as little but a pile of ash on a damp Paris street. It’s a shame really, dozens of people spontaneously combust every year, it’s just not widely reported.”

This one was okay, definitely a different vibe compared to other Universal stuff at the time with all the science fiction and Africa based stuff but it does still travel down that ‘descent into madness’ thing that they often fall back on and it’s always fun to see KARLOFF and Lugosi, especially when they’re together. But, if we’re strictly talking about the KARLOFF/Lugosi pairing, I’m definitely leaning towards one of their other outings like Black Cat, Raven or Son of Frankenstein. There’s just something not right about Lugosi playing some normal, if he’s not being unhinged then you’re not really getting what you came here for.

#Halloween 2021 #The invisible Ray #KARLOFF #Bela Lugosi

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More randomness

Okay now that I have my ... what’s his name again? oh DRAKON ITAI character, I’m going to create a random story for him using TVtropes. LOL this should be fun.

Darkon sits up abruptly. He didn’t remember anything after getting struck in the head by what he thought was his new employer. The whole room was dark and he was on what appeared to be some sort of operating table. It was dull metal and shiny and a shelf was filled with rusted small knives that he knew from TV to be surgical scalpels. He patted himself down, but he wasn’t full of holes. Looking around, he saw what appeared to be metal doors on shelves. He slid down from the metal table and walked over and opened one.

The box was empty but the smell of death made him gag and hold his nose.

He can’t see anything in the basement of this decrepit old building. This large former hospital had a deep basement that smelled of mold like it was leaking. “Wow this place is terribly spooky. Do you think there are bats down here?”

Darkon reached out run his hand along a wall and instead felt his hand surrounded by a thick layer of sticky filaments. He immediately withdraws his hand and the filaments come off with a soft and light tearing sound. He staggers away, shouting in surprise. More sticky cobwebs latch onto and tickle his nose and neck and ears while he spins and flaps his arms frantically.

Until someone comes from behind and claps her hand over his mouth.

It was her, the girl he’d run into at the bakery. He didn’t have a job and needed money to spend the night at the cheapest inn. She blatantly ignored him so he followed her. Until she’d jumped behind him and...

“You knocked me out!”

“Keep it down! You’re going to alert someone!” She was half his size but took him down by kicking him behind the knees. She looked down at him with snapping black eyes in the dark. She was wearing an oversized sweater and skinny jeans and sneakers. Her black hair was pulled up in a high pony tail.

“Ow!” He looked up at her from the floor. “Wow that’s amazing. You must have practiced that a lot.”

“What part of quiet do you not understand! Once they get here, you have to not make a sound!” She crouched next to him. “And don’t get any ideas. I’m not into Girl on guy relationships. The only true love in the world is Caesar and Johann!”

“Who? And why aren’t you wearing any shoes?”

“It’s none of your business. Shh! They’re coming.” She pushed his head down, as though by getting him lower to the ground he would make less noise.

Footsteps and voices could be heard on the other side of the morgue and two men come carrying a box. A man with a recognizable accent could be heard speaking. “It’s here. Verify the goods.” He said.

“That’s Izhak Orlson. He’s specializes in smuggling artifacts. He’s stumbled on something he shouldn’t have though. I’m here to get it from him. Stay down here and stay out of my way.” The girl whispers. “He’s brutal. He sneaked his way here on civilian vessels and killed everyone who helped him. He won’t have mercy just because you’re not involved.”

She pulls herself into a crouch and starts to move forward slowly. But her eyes were closed and she was cautiously tapping her feet against the floor before putting down her weight on it, feeling her way forward with her toes.

Then she dashes forward.

That girl is like a leopard, leaping across the space and buries both feet into the first man’s stomach before he can draw his pistol. The other man turns to run with the box and the girl throws out her hand and something glitters in a straight line. The man with the box drops and the box falls to the ground and shatters open.

“I’ve got it!” Drakon dashes forward and picks up what looks like some sort of mask. It was made of what looked like twisted wood but felt like metal and was surprisingly heavy.

“No! Don’t touch that!” The girl shouted.

But it was too late. The eyes of the mask glowed with mysterious flame and jets of fire spewed out. Drakon dropped the mask and it flew across the floor, propelled by its flaming eyes, lighting the scattered debris in the room on fire.

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PJO: “The Lightning Thief,” Chapter Five

“I Play Pinochle With a Horse”

or, “The Confusing Info-Dump Chapter”

Percy spends the next few days in and out of consciousness, which is weird, because at this point I’m pretty sure that his wounds are all psychological. Occasionally he’s fed “something that tasted like buttered popcorn, only it was pudding” by the girl from the end of the last chapter.

When she saw my eyes open, she asked, "What will happen at the summer solstice?" I managed to croak, "What?" She looked around, as if afraid someone would overhear. "What's going on? What was stolen? We've only got a few weeks!"

Unfortunately for The Girl, a guy covered in eyeballs comes in to tell her that it’s still too early for this much foreshadowing.

Eventually Percy wakes up sitting on the porch of that farmhouse, feeling weak. Grover is there, wearing a “CAMP DEMIGOD HALF-BLOOD” T-shirt but otherwise looking normal. Then he hands Percy a broken Minotaur horn and confirms that yeah, his mom ostensibly exploded last night and he’s still got hairy goat legs under his jeans.

Percy is just “FML,” which, y’know, fair.

I was alone. An orphan. I would have to live with...Smelly Gabe? No. That would never happen. I would live on the streets first.

"I'll put a pin in that idea.” —Rick Riordan

Grover, who is honestly weepier about this than Percy, advises him to drink something which looks like apple juice but tastes like “my mom's homemade blue chocolate-chip cookies, buttery and hot, with the chips still melting.” It makes him feel a lot better, though Grover implies that the stuff would kill him and possibly Percy if either of them drank too much.

Grover then leads Percy to the back of the house, and we get our first real glimpse of Camp Half-Blood:

Between here and there, I simply couldn't process everything I was seeing. The landscape was dotted with buildings that looked like ancient Greek architecture—an open-air pavilion, an amphitheater, a circular arena—except that they all looked brand new, their white marble columns sparkling in the sun. In a nearby sandpit, a dozen high school-age kids and satyrs played volleyball. Canoes glided across a small lake. Kids in bright orange T-shirts like Grover's were chasing each other around a cluster of cabins nestled in the woods. Some shot targets at an archery range. Others rode horses down a wooded trail, and, unless I was hallucinating, some of their horses had wings.

At the end of the porch, Percy sees The Girl and a man who “looked like a cherub who'd turned middle-aged in a trailer park.” (I must admit, I do like that description.) They are apparently Annabeth and Mr. D.

Percy is surprised to also see Mr. Brunner, who it turns out is actually named “Chiron.”

“Scale? Never heard of it.” —Some ancient Greek artist

"Ah, good, Percy," he said. "Now we have four for pinochle."

He offered me a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looked at me with bloodshot eyes and heaved a great sigh. "Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don't expect me to be glad to see you."

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She glanced at the minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, You killed a minotaur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something like that. Instead she said, "You drool when you sleep." Then she sprinted off down the lawn, her blond hair flying behind her.

You know, Hogwarts has a much nicer welcoming ceremony. There’s a feast and everything.

(Also, it should be “blonde,” with an “e.” Just saying.)

Mr. Brunner says that he’s glad that Percy didn’t get horribly killed, as that would have made his tenure at Yancy Academy “a waste of time.” (See, he clearly had no interest in the other students.) Apparently Grover was planted at the school to look out for future protagonists, and when Chiron heard about Percy he murdered the previous Latin teacher and took a job at the school in order to watch him.

Percy finally cuts to the chase and asks what the heck is going on, and Chiron reveals that the Greek gods are real.

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Oh, and Mr. D is one. Specifically Dionysus, god of wine, though he doesn’t like going by that because “names are powerful things” and I still don’t understand why we’re doing this bit. As far as I know, the ancient Greeks weren’t scared of using Dionysus’ name, and it apparently doesn’t hurt him or anything, so...? The point is, Zeus is mad at him, so now he has to spend the next century running a summer camp and getting no rum for his rum and Coke.

So, let’s talk about Dionysus for a minute.

“No, I’ve never actually seen a leopard. Why?” —Some ancient Greek artist

He’s actually a pretty complex character. If you don’t want to watch this very interesting 17-minute video, we can summarize by saying that he originally seems to have been a scary god of madness, but over time he developed into a younger, friendlier god with some scary stories still attached to him. The thing is, Mr. D doesn’t fit either of those portrayals very well. I think Riordan was going for the creepy original version (there’s a whole paragraph describing some of his scary stories), but he comes off more grumpy than terrifying. I guess the lack of booze is making him irritable.

He fits the role of grouchy camp counselor pretty well, though I’m not sure why he hates Percy so much in particular. Unless Riordan just needed a Snape for his Harry Potter bingo card.

"If you were a god, how would you like being called a myth, an old story to explain lightning? What if I told you, Perseus Jackson, that someday people would call you a myth, just created to explain how little boys can get over losing their mothers?"

No, Chiron, he was created to encourage little boys with learning disabilities. Get your facts straight.

First off: kudos on Percy’s first name, I like that detail. Secondly, I have to question: why don’t people believe in the Greek gods anymore? Mr. D says that Percy will be incinerated if he refuses to, but by that logic, why isn’t Zeus hurling lightning at people until they burn up some BBQ for him? How’d y’all let Christianity take over your cosmic empire?

"Well, now," Chiron said. "God—capital G, God. That's a different matter altogether. We shan't deal with the metaphysical."

Hmm.

He kicked your ass, didn’t He?

Nah. He sent His kid to do it.

The adults are still being vague, expecting Sally to have explained things a bit more. Eventually Mr. D leaves with Grover, saying that they need to discuss “[his] less-than-perfect performance on this assignment." Percy asks Chiron a few more questions, and learns that the “Greek” gods have apparently moved Mount Olympus to America.

“What you call 'Western civilization.' Do you think it's just an abstract concept? No, it's a living force. A collective consciousness that has burned bright for thousands of years. The gods are part of it. You might even say they are the source of it, or at least, they are tied so tightly to it that they couldn't possibly fade, not unless all of Western civilization were obliterated. [...] America is now the heart of the flame. It is the great power of the West. And so Olympus is here. And we are here."

*rubs temple* Do I want to try and unpack this? ‘Cause there’s so much to go over.

Like: what counts as "Western civilization," at a time when globalization is spreading it to non-Western countries? Or conversely, when the West takes on non-Western traits? Are the gods only tied to Greek influences, or influences from the new countries that they come to? If they’re the embodiments of Western civilization, what does it mean that said civilization has been primarily defined by Christianity for so long, and follow up, does that mean Christianity dying in Western countries, ironically, hurts them?

Don’t get me wrong, having characters as the personifications of cultural traits is an interesting concept. I just don’t think that Riordan plans to go into that as much as he should.

And heck, I can imagine them moving without making it all philosophical. Look at Greece’s economy. The Olympians wouldn’t be the only ones emigrating.

So Percy is kind of freaked out about being included in this “physical embodiment of Western civilization” thing, and finally asks “Who...who am I?" Chiron admits that he doesn’t know, but that in the meantime, he'll help him get settled into camp and also reveal that he’s a centaur.

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I mean, the next chapter confirms that Percy knows the myths about Chiron, so he shouldn’t really be surprised.

Anyway! The characters are okay-ish, but the plot is overly complicated even though it’s barely begun. Come back next time when Percy finds out more of it and also blows up some toilets.

#Riordanverse #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #The Lightning Thief #Percy Jackson #Grover Underwood #Annabeth Chase #Chiron #Mr. D #Dionysus #Magnus Chase #Bravest Warriors #Daria #Disenchantment #Godyssey #Mr. Brunner #Jesus Christ #Shocko #Capital G God #TLT reviews

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DIFFERENT PREADTORS - chapter seven

INCLUDES ANDREI KULOKOVA x XAIVERA LAH-MO

oooh boy onto seven, and my heart breaks. This chapter honestly made me cry, it is a very sad and angry Andrei. Someone get this man a therapist lol. I cannot believe their story is ending, I just don’t want it to end, but I guess there is always a goodbye at some point. Grab your tissues and watch Andrei self destruct. Make sure read part one, two, three, four, five, and six.

Please go read @horrorslashergirl oc Xaviera’s perspective linked HERE

MASTERLIST

The house was in flames. Falling to pieces like the people in front of it. Memories, terror, destruction, pain, love and fear billowed in the black smoke tearing into the cold winds.

“Amaria!... Want else do you want?!” He howled. “It’s over! They’re gone!”

“No Drei.. NO!” She cried. He grabbed her in desperation. “Andrei, please!”

Falling to their knees on the frozen soil of home, he held her as she sobbed. “Come with me.. Amaria please. Ari I can protect you.”

“Protect me?! What the fuck did you ever protect me from?!” Clawing away he clutched her wrists. “Let me GO!” She wailed. Breath curling away white into the smoke.

Swallowing harshly, pushing the lump in his throat down “Amaria ENOUGH! It’s over!” Looking her in the eyes, a tear formed. The same blue their mother had given, he pleaded. “Come with me.... please.”

“You’re a fucking monster.” she whispered.

He let her go. Dusting off the snow. The bitter taste of fear and desperation on his tongue. He looked to the flames, claws fisted and teeth bared. The fur was rising on his spine in protection as he looked to his left hand.. No Gods... He did this... She walked into the snow and the wolf howled into the smoke. He was alone. Alone. For the first time in his life.

Ice blue eyes snapped open, and he remembered to breathe. Remembering where he was. The warm sun flooded the wooden cabin that housed the two predators, safely. Andrei smelt tea, his favorite; Earl Grey. Then he realized there was no weight on his chest, only his arms.

“Shit.” Andrei jumped up thinking she had left him already, the stealthy little feline could always manage to escape his grasp. His trained eyes scanned the cabin meticulously. Her maps, rifle and bag were still here, and he could breathe deeply again.

Moving slowly to the kitchen there was a nice warm mug of tea for him, which Andrei took happily as he looked out the window. A smile tried to creep on his face as white long locks blew in the breeze, Xaviera. Walking to the front door he opened it and saw her, just in his black long sleeve and panties. Cold weather was never a bother to him, half the time at home he was shirtless in the Siberian winter, but he worried about her. Andrei cared for the first time in a long time about someone else. It felt right. Felt like a job he was made to be doing since day one.

Placing his large frame behind Xaviera, one arm wrapping around her waist while he held the mug in his other hand. “Baby its cold out here, you should come inside..” Andrei gently kissed her crown “I don’t want my little kitten freezing her tail off.”

She moved her body closer to his “Mmmm…. I just love the cold breeze in the morning. Freshen’s me up.” Xaviera replied, taking one of his hands and kissing his knuckles. “How did you sleep, Wolfy?” she asked, looking over her shoulder up at him, icy eyes meeting one another.

Smirking down at her, pulling her as close as he could, just wanting to hold her, savoring these dilactate last moments together. Andrei wasn’t going to tell her about his haunting memories that plagued his sleep, instead his humor coated him like an amour. Looking up and moving his neck back and forth, cracking it loudly “Couches aren’t for necks,” Andrei silently laughed “but you somehow always manage to make me over sleep, so it wasn’t too bad”

Leaning down he kisses her, slowly, not wanting to pull away, squeezing his eyes closed in desperation. Begging to some higher power that it wouldn’t hurt when he left her. Opening his eyes he pulls away, looking over her frame and examining if she’s really cold or not “How about you little snow leopard?”

“Mmm me? Well…. I slept like a baby in your arms… You kept me so warm.” She answered, turning around and nuzzling her nose into his neck. A sense of pride swarming Andrei as she spoke, knowing a little creature could sleep so peacefully in his destructive arms, arms that have taken so much from this world.

He sighed, the end was coming and it was going to hurt, he felt the wolf wanting to come out, to protect his heart, to push away, to be cold but Andrei just didn’t want that to happen. The wolf persisted.

“Well, I have a long hike out of here so… I, uh… I better start to pack.” He pulled away coldly going back inside, the coldness was his home and it protected him. Marching upstairs Andrei grabbed his bag, loading up his extra clothes, weapons and ammo. Something stopped him.

Icy eyes fell upon the tangled sheets of the bed and he closed his eyes, licking his lips. All the memories that were held within them, everyone of her breaths, her whimpers, her screams. His vulnerability, his groans, his peaceful sleeps. It was all too much for the wolf. A burst of rage sparking like a wildfire.

“Fuck!” The wolf spat, kicking the arm chair that was beside the bed with a bang. The anger coating his hurt in a dangerous coping mechanism. Throwing his guns in the black duffle bag, he marched downstairs.

Seeing Xaviera look at him as he came down the stairs made something stir in him more, looking like she saw him as a predator again. Throwing his bag at the door, Andrei deeply inhaled, trying to ease his anger.

Breathe Andrei... Take her home... Breathe... Be grateful...

Calming himself Andrei walked over to her, one of his large hands holding her hip while the other ran through her white hair. He never wanted this to end. Feeling her tense a little, Andrei’s heart broke, he could never hurt her but he was by just being in her life. Quickly Xaviera relaxed and leaned into him.

“Thank you… for everything.” she whispered, resting her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

Closing her eyes, she leaned in, pressing her lips gently against his own, closing his eyes as well, he held her close, kissing as if it was the last kiss he could ever give, deepening it as his hand ran through her white hair and their tongues danced together. The wolf grew needy for her again but he kept it under control, pulling away after a few minutes he rested his forehead on hers, stroking her cheek.

“No… Thank you Xaviera.” Andrei whispered, not letting her go and just staring in her eyes, getting lost in them and trying to remember them forever. “Wil- could you ever…” he tried to push through his vulnerability, he couldn’t, deeply inhaling shaking his head slightly, pulling away and smiling “Nevermind… my shirt looks good on you baby girl.” He smirked trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh…. Oh! Y-Yeah…Ummm… D-Do you want it back?” She quickly asked while blushing. Those cute stammering words and that blush again was going to kill him. He just wanted all of her, all of her accepting him.

Andrei smiled running his hands on her arms, “No, no.. you keep it.. its warm.” Then his eyes went to his necklace he had given her, and the mark that was starting to scar, peaking out from the top of his shirt. “Now you have 3 gifts from me myshka,” Andrei took his large inked hand cupping her jaw and placing a thumb gently around the healing black eye she had gotten from the now dead rotting man in the snow. “It’s the least I could give you,”

The wolf was greedy within him, wanting to just selfishly take her home, keep her from her life and job, but he couldn’t for some reason. He needed her to be happy, even if it wasn’t with him. Needed her to run free like the wild animal she was.

“Thank for saving me…” Xaviera had saved him physically, but she saved his brain from eating itself whole in the night, and from the torment of his dark life, just to see the light for a few days. Something he hadn’t seen in years. “Thank you Xaviera…. You’re so beautiful.. so strong… don’t let anyone tame you kitten.”

Andrei could see an internal conflict inside her eyes, much like his. “T-Thank you for these words, Wolfy. I will sure remember them for the rest of my life.” she whispered, pressing her lips against the wolf’s tooth in her hand, then leaning her forehead against his chest.

Andrei just held her close, large arms around her waist, his face in her hair, closing his eyes just breathing her in. The smell of night flowers and sweetness drove him wild.

Be grateful Andrei.. She was good to you.. Be grateful

He held her for what seemed like a lifetime but he felt something build under the surface, it was emotions and deep fears from his past of people leaving him, he had to finish this quick, consume himself in work and lose himself in blood lust yet again, have the wolf protect his soul from the hurt.

Pulling away again Andrei cupped her jaw one last time. “Thank you.” He whispered and kissed her deeply. Just one last kiss. Feeling her sweet lips for the last time.

“Good bye Xaviera.” Soft blues turned cold again as he let her go, and turned away pulling on his jacket and vest, grabbing his bag. Andrei turned one last time smirking his classic smirk. “Good bye beautiful.”

With that the wolf walked out into the snow. He was headed home feeling the flesh within his chest tear and rip in pain. A feeling he had not felt since Amaria had left him all those years ago, but this seemed more painful in a way, it was a fresh and fast wound Xaviera had created in his chest, and he was bleeding out in the snow of an unfamiliar forest.

Breathing deeply, he was on his own once again. The lone wolf taking the path down the mountain, he looked back on the path almost praying she would be there, but she wasn’t, she never would be. Crossing the avalanche path, he was grateful for the destruction that lead to so much kindness, memories he would hold forever. Andrei would be forever changed by the avalanche, much like the trees and the rocks that had been displaced by the force of nature, it was meant to happen. Nature’s way of placing predators together for better or worse.

Ice blue eyes met the ridge where he had first seen Xaviera, but there was something in her place; a snow leopard. White fur camouflaged in the snow, blue eyes meeting his. Andrei smiled as it ran up the incline, much like the woman he had chased in the beginning. “do svidaniya snezhnyy bars... Spasibo (Goodbye snow leopard... Thank you)”

After a four hour trek, Andrei found the old truck waiting for him in the forest where he had left it. Throwing his stuff in he sat quietly, resting his head on the steering wheel, he breathed slowly, feeling his throat close. It was hard to breathe without her now. It was hard to think. It was hard breathe.

Andrei left the bitter taste of fear and desperation on his tongue. Claws fisted and teeth bared. The fur was rising on his spine in protection once more. The wolf hadn’t taken what was his, but he was grateful for this hunt.

10 Months Later.......

The long graveled road he walked home once more. He swallowed thickly, knowing this road was going to be his grave one day, and the house in the distance was his broken tombstone. The fields around him covered in snow with the brown grass peaking through, taunting him with hope of better days to come.

He wasn’t at home anymore. It never felt right. Just a structure of empty bones beckoning him inside. Inside the jaws of his own mind again.

The wolf inhaled as he hesitated to reach for the door. What the point of this anymore, nothing was here for him. Everything mocked him here. The blood still seeped from his wound from many months ago, the wound she inflicted. It wouldn’t go away, especially today.

The hunt was fresh, merely just an hour ago he had ripped a man’s spine out and let the blood drain into the motherland. The man carried a sniper rifle, an American one. It tore open the wound, ripping the flesh as crimson was on his coat.

Opening the door, he threw the rifle down, taking off the mask that made him the wolf and the vest that had protected him. The wolf was now just a shell. Scared and broken he rushed to the cabinet grabbing his clear poison and swallowing it down in a desperate need, choking on the yearning he couldn’t force away.

The silence over took him again. A silence he usually would bask in was now haunting. The wolf had taken mission after mission not to be in this house, now filled with nightmares and devastation. He was alone. That was a taste he tried to spit out, but he couldn’t.

Every time he would look in the mirror, his eyes reminded him of hers, his tattoo was a reminder of the times she traced it, his canines were a reminder of her sweet blood and the scar he left. She was tearing him asunder, with no mercy. Her innocent soul, was the most sinful in his head.

Breaking the glass bottle on the floor as he finished it, he sat in his destruction. The glass, the broken tables he hadn’t fixed from last time, the holes in the drywall. He sat in it. Coating his fur as he howled for her. A tear teased to fall but he would never let it, if he gave in he would be done for.

The wolf had only felt this once before, and he just prayed that she remembered the good of him, not his monster. His smile, without the teeth. His hands, without the claws. He begged.

Looking down at his hands the words printed made the wolf combust, standing he threw the chair against the wall as he growled, wood splintering to the floor.

He had done this, there were no gods to blame here. It was just him. Alone. Again. He just hoped she was happy.

#SAD... SAD AND ANGRY WOLF #my writing #horror #slasher #oc #Andrei Kulokova #Xaviera Lah-Mo #Andrei x Xaviera

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we-always-hit-our-ass · 4 years

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First Date HCs With David Webster

warnings: meh some cursing but nothing major, it’s also very long I’m sorry- but the rest is just fluff, so eeee I hope you all like them! <333

words: 1.6k (ajsajhk i got carried away on these headcanons, i couldn’t help myself)

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First Date Headcanons with David Webster

So you see, of course our favorite Harvard boy will take you to the fucking aquarium (Cliche and obvious? Yes. But like where else, I mean seriously??)

When you first got together the first thing he promised you was an aquarium date, and well looky here, he fulfilled that promise.

Ok, so y’all pull up to the building and you can see waves of literal euphoria coming out of him. He’s just so adorable and he has a little bit of pep in his step when walking towards the entrance.

And then every time he walks, his poofy brown hair bounces up and down and the way the suns hits it is *chefs kiss*-

Even before you get to the entrance, your boyfriend is gushing about marine animals. They were short descriptions of a multitude of animals but they were so detailed and captivating, you couldn’t help but listen.

However, his voice was a bit distracting at times and you could find yourself zoning out while he talked.

A look of awe is plastered on your hand and your hold on his hand tightens ever so slightly.

It’s safe to say that you learned more about ocean animals in those brief moments than you ever could from your years in school.

Y’all bust in the aquarium like the iconic couple you two are (I’m so proud of you) and boy oh boy is David cute as hell.

Here he is-- a grown ass man who went to Harvard and literally served in WW2-- looking like a child discovering a shiny rock. You love it-

David is indecisive as hell and he had no idea where to go. He turns over to look at you with those beautiful eyes of his and you can’t help but smile.

You two pull up those maps of the building and you two plan out the rest of your date. Your fingers trail over the paper, trying to figure out where to go first.

You two make up this intricate schedule and you knowingly look at each other when your eyes find where the shark exhibit was.

But at the beginning of your date Web held your hand as you two viewed various wildlife vibin in the water behind the glass.

You were in heaven when you saw how the water played so beautifully on the your boyfriend’s face.

David was oblivious to how you stared at him in awe and you were oblivious to whenever he did the same to you.

You named a crab after Johnny and a particularly cute clownfish was named after Babe. You two had a heated discussion on who Winters was.

(Y’all never settled on anything. Web thought he’d be a red snapper. You personally think he’d either be a blue marlin or a swordfish.)

He called you his angelfish and you hit him on the arm for being so cheesy. After that he said that you were a flame angelfish instead and you could only playfully roll your eyes at him.

Get prepared for literally a shit ton of fish trivia this boy will never shut up and he just wants to gush about it to you, it’s very wholesome and sweet actually.

He knows a lot because he either has a whole 100000 page book about the sea printed on his brain or something or because he has the literal ocean in his eyes.

Look I can’t tell at this point-

The two of you were going to every single exhibit this aquarium had to offer and there was no stopping you.

Sadly that intricate schedule is unceremoniously yeeted out the window because when you head over to the next place you're stopping at you two see something else you like and head there instead.

“(Y/N)! I thought we were seeing the penguins next-”

“But Web, the seals! Look at the seal exhibit!”

You’re gripping his arm and looking at him with your stunning face, how could he say no to you?

So he lets an exaggerated sigh and nods his head as he tries to contain his grin.

You two went over to the seal exhibit instead kasjhd- Y’all still got to see the penguins, it’s all ight.

While gawking at the beautiful fish species you saw, Web seemed to know a heaping mount about a lotta of em. The facts he didn’t tell you earlier he says now and you’re just like “look at my smart Harvard boy go-”

The amount of times you wanted to just make a scrapbook that is dedicated to this day alone is nearly impossible to keep track of. The both of you wanted to cherish this aquarium date for all eternity.

Cause literally there’s this one moment where you’re looking over at tropical fish and Web was reading the description. Oh what would happen next-

As you’re admiring the way the small fishes swam gracefully Web legit goes on a rant on how they got some information on the Tiger Barb wrong.

This adorable idiot I- I can’t even at this point.

But Web holds you in his arms as he buries his face in your hair while looking at fish send tweet.

He also wraps his arms around your waist and he rests his head on top of yours. He makes comments about some of the fish and you just sink into his embrace.

Also one thing you did keep from your schedule after not following it was visiting the petting pool after you two ate lunch.

When I say that you two nyoomed over to the petting pool area I mean y’all nyoomed-- Like full Speirs mode on-- because Jesus Christ this is an aquarium and David will obviously take you to the petting pool.

You two arrived there and my Lord you swore that David was holding back a squeal. The two of you immediately rolled up your sleeves and went over to dip your hands to touch the animals in the pool.

The look you gave Web when you touched a cownose ray-- it was precious.

You also couldn’t hold your excitement as a few more smaller rays glided under the pads of your fingertips.

Then there were the horseshoe crabs and yknow those tiny fish that like swarm your hand and tickle you, yeah those too.

Y’all also chill it out and get to wash the jellyfish. The way the room was dark gave it a whole nother vibe, my loves.

Like in that jellyfish room, you two will most definitely just hold each other while gazing at the glass.

Bro, in the dim room, he’ll just pull you close and place a chaste kiss on your forehead and lips.

The bioluminescence of the jellyfish illuminates Webster’s face, making his features appear more sharp. Simping time commence, you two are a fine af couple.

Now time for the real kicker- It’s shark time

After dragging your ass to almost all of the other exhibits in the aquarium, Webster saved the shark exhibits near the end of the date.

Ohoho, was this boy eUPHORIC-

David is gripping your hand tightly and he’s constantly sending you smiles as you two walk closer to the entrance of the shark exhibit.

This is where Webster ascends out of his body, this is the second time he has (first time was when he met you and started dating).

You share his happiness and the utter vibes comin off from your boyfriend makes you so soft and full of glee.

Yknow his constant face when his eyes are focused on something and his mouth is just slightly parted? Well that is his face most of the time during your time there.

M o r e f a c t s.

Webster did write a wholeass book about them, what did you expect?

The utter passion and fascination in his voice really stands out whenever he talks about these beautiful babies-

Like sure, David sounds happy when he talks about other sea animals, but with sharks? Whole nother level.

It’s one of his biggest quirks and my goodness do you just stand there taking in all his facts as he goes on a tangent about different types of shark species.

The light in his eyes as they trail over as they trail over a sand shark swimming by. He’ll also just stare at a leopard shark while smiling because he loves them.

After leaving the shark exhibit after spending 1 hour in there with your boyfriend, you two decide to go home- But first, y’all buying some things from the giftshop.

Webster will spoil you and will buy you anything you want in the aquarium gift shop.

Wallets beware, you’d also do the same for him.

There was this jellyfish theme hat you saw and you made David try it on- He looked so fucking stupid but like a cute kinda stupid.

You regret not buying it when you had the chance-

However- You two got shark plushies together. You got a tiger shark plushy and he gots a hammerhead.

You two absolutely love them and you could’ve sworn you could’ve just burst from happiness when he showed you the tiger shark plush he got for you.

You two also bought those chonky seal plushies because I mean... I mEAN- Just look at em, they’re stunning of course you and Web had to get em.

With a day well spent with your boyfriend you just wanted nothing more but to lay with David on your bed as you run your fingers through your hair.

So you two leave the aquarium building smiling and laughing. Webster leans in a gives you another soft kiss on your lips and you let out a giggle.

The two of you are noticeably happier, and you two head back to the car. The date ends with your hand in his and your four new plushies in tow.

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a/n: it’s been so long since I posted a fic or writing of any kind. unfortunately, i’ll have to put a hold on my pt 2 for the roe fic i made and im procrastinating by writing hcs kasjadjk. i decided to make these for some of the lovely people in my discord server. i hope y’all enjoyed these hcs with web!

i love you all very much, stay safe and i send yall another round of my good vibes 😩💕💕

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The Divine Comedy Theory, Part 1

All right, here’s my Divine Comedy theory that I’ve been working on the past few weeks. First, let’s remember that tptb said the golf club in Still represented the 9 circles of Hell. The 9 Circles of Hell come from Dante’s books, including Divine Comedy and The Inferno. So they’re obviously using those books as symbol templates.

But the point is, that much of it isn’t a theory. It’s fact. Tptb CONFIRMED this. It’s now just up to us to try and figure out the interpretation, HOW they’re using it. And that’s what I’m attempting to do here.

We also saw a sign reading, “Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here” near Rick and Negan in S8. That is also a Dante thing. In the Divine Comedy (TDC) that sign is seen when one is entering hell. More on that later.

I decided to divide this into 2 parts because it’s very long. Today, I’ll summarize the Divine Comedy itself and talk about how seasons of TWD might correspond to the different circles of hell. Tomorrow, I’ll talk about Still and the “Abandon all Hope” sign. Here we go:

THE DIVINE COMEDY: A BREAKDOWN

The story starts on Good Friday and ends on Easter. Obviously, that's a good sign.

We start with Dante who is lost in the dark wood. Above him, the sun shines on a mountain peak and he attempts to climb it to get to where the sun is, but his path is blocked by a leopard, a lion, and a shewolf. (Yes, I'm side eyeing the she-wolf thing as well.)

Discouraged that he can't get to where the sun is, Dante returns to the dark wood. He sees the ghost of the poet Virgil, who says Dante's path must take him through Hell but Virgil will guide him and eventually he will reach his beloved, Beatrice. He also tells Dante that Beatrice, who is deceased, and two other holy women are the ones who sent Virgil to him. They knew of his plight and took pity on him. (I really think this is probably the tie to the three Marys.)

So, they head into Hell. This is where we get the sign, "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."

The first region that Dante enters is actually the anti-inferno. It's what you might call the antechamber or waiting room of hell. There are still people there, though. Those who couldn't commit to good or evil, fence-sitters who wouldn’t make a choice. They chase a blank banner while hornets bite them and worms lap up their blood.

To actually get to the gate of hell, Dante and Virgil have to go across the river. They do and then they reach the first circle of hell, which is called Limbo. Here, there are pagans. Those who never knew Christ.

The second circle is for those who committed the sin of lust. They swirl about in a terrible storm. The third circle is for the gluttonous. They lie in the mud and endure a rain of excrement.

The Fourth Circuit is for the avaricious and the prodigal. They charge at one another with giant boulders. I was a little confused by why the prodigal would be here. In the Bible, the prodigal isn't generally regarded as a crime or sin. But reading further, the prodigal son did waste the resources that his father gave him before returning to his father and asking for forgiveness. So, these are people who are wasteful in a really bad way. Apparently, they charge at one another around a semi-circle, smack into each other, turn around to go the other way, and repeat it all again.

In the fifth circle are the wrathful. The struggle with each other in the river Styx which is a swampy and fetid cesspool. The Sullen are also there, and they lie beneath the water, choking on the mud.

The sixth circle is for the heretics. The circle is populated by tombs which are surrounded by flames.

The seventh circle has three rings and houses the violent. The first ring is for people who are violent toward others. They spend eternity in a river of boiling blood. The second ring is for those violent toward themselves (suicides). This is kinda interesting. They endure eternity in the form of trees. (I don’t think TWD uses the trees as suicides, necessarily, but maybe more for people who inadvertently caused their own deaths through their actions. I was thinking about Deanna saying of Pete, “Let the trees have him.” Which suggests she’s consigning him to hell. Just a thought.) The third ring is for those violent toward God (blasphemers) violent toward nature (sodomites) and violent toward art (usurers).

The eighth circle is full of evil pockets of people. There are 10 pockets. I opted not to go through them all here because, at least for now, I don’t think they’re relevant. Just ten types of sinners such as flatterers, thieves, people who took bribes, etc.

Finally, the Ninth Circle. In order to reach it, they descend into a well that leads to a frozen lake. In the first ring are those who betrayed their kin and they are standing up to their necks in the frozen lake. The second ring holds those who betrayed their country, and they are standing up to their heads in a frozen lake. In the third ring are those who have betrayed their guests. They lie on their backs with only their faces sticking out of the water. The fourth week ring is for those who have betrayed their benefactors and they are completely submerged.

At the center of this ring is a shrouded, gigantic form which is Lucifer. He has three mouths that are chewing on three sinners: Judas Iscariot, Cassius and Brutus. Those who famously betrayed their masters.

Dante and Virgil climb down Satan's clothing to get to the very bottom of the 9th circle of hell. Interestingly, Dante is carried on Virgil's back. So, we have a serious piggyback going on here.

After they climb down Satan, they cross the river Lethe and emerge from hell on Easter morning before sunrise.

HOW IT MAY CORRESPOND TO TWD:

Okay, so that’s a very broad synopsis of TDC.

Let's talk about a few different ways we can possibly interpret this. First off, my very general theory is that (and we’ve said things similar to this before) that the post-apocalyptic world = hell and in a sense all our characters are Dante. Which means the walkers in this analogy represent the souls who are already in hell. Think of it this way. In the story, Dante is a living person that has to pass through hell. In fact, in many of the circles, the gate keepers and such try to keep him from passing because he’s still alive. But he always gets special permission to do so. So, it’s a “being alive among the dead” sort of theme. The dead, of course, being the walkers.

And the reason that’s important is because some of how we can interpret this is based on how walkers are portrayed throughout different seasons. Let me also say that this is a very loose interpretation and I’m by no means positive I’m interpreting this right. Some of this is hard to nail down.

So, I tried to make different seasons and arcs of the TWD story fit the different circles of hell. For example, I would say this analogy really starts in S4, because I think it's purposefully placed and wouldn't have begun heavily until Gimple took over. So, I think all of S4 was the anti-inferno or antechamber before they got to hell. In the same way that S4 foreshadowed many coming arcs, this was just a little bit beforehand.

Crossing into hell would be Beth and Daryl's separation. I was thinking that the first circle, Limbo, which is described as housing those who never knew Christ, might be Terminus. (Beth is the Christ figure and she never made it to Terminus.) The second circle is for those who lust and they walk about in a terrible storm. I thought of 5x10 and the storm they went through there. The third circle is for the gluttonous. This one stumped me a little bit. Its still rain and a storm, but it talked more about mud and people being blown around in the storm. So, it could be part of 5x10, but I also thought of the big storm they had in FTWD S5. I'm not sure about that one.

The fifth circle talks about people running at one another with huge boulders. I thought of the rock quarry in S6.

Total side note: I was looking for a picture of the rock quarry to put in here, and I came across this pic below. Quint means 5, and then of course it actually says “Gate 5.” I’ve always thought this pointed back to S5, to show that Glenn’s death fake-out is a template of Beth. But this may also point to this being a symbolic representation of the 5th circle of hell. Just saying. ;D

Then there's the sixth circle. It talks about people struggling with each other in the river Styx and it swampy and fetid. The thing that came to mind here is the swamp walkers in S8. This was when Tara was still trying to kill Dwight and Daryl and co took all the kids away from Alexandria and to Hilltop. Remember, they made a big deal about swamp walkers? So I wondered if this could be in line with that in season eight. The walkers show what circle of hell therein.

Another tier of the sixth circle is tombs surrounded by flames. I think the thing that embodies that more than anything else we've seen would be the Whisperers. We saw the burning of Hilltop and the Whispers represent death anyway. I could see Alpha representing a heretic in various ways, not least because they pretend to be walkers when they’re not.

What I’ve said so far is what I discovered and got super excited about a few weeks ago when I first started doing this. Because it told me that by using this template, we might be able to get an idea of when Beth would return.

But you can probably see the first problem I ran into. If we’re only at the sixth circle, we still have three more circles before Beth returns, right? (Assuming that she returns at the end of this and Dante emerging from hell on Easter will signal Beth and Daryl reuniting.) But I don’t think it will be three more seasons or whatever until we see her. Truly.

So, I kinda got stumped because even reading through the seventh, eighth and ninth circles, nothing was jumping out at me that suggests we’ve seen the events corresponding to those circles, yet. I'm sure we could find some way to compare them to events in the story, but just nothing really obvious stood out.

But don't despair yet. I was originally a little unsure about this, but I started looking at the actual events of Still, it made me feel much better. I think I understand now why it's laid out this way.

So once again, come back tomorrow and we’ll talk about Still, and then about Rick, and maybe about the chess theory. Stay tuned!

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Up in Flames chapter 7 - Ocean Eyes (Ashes Part 2)

Warnings: Major Character Death, Chose Not to Use Category: Other Fandom: Transformers Relationships: Megatron/Sunstreaker, Megatron/Sideswipe, Sideswipe & Sunstreaker Characters: Sideswipe, Megatron Additional Tags: Dubcon, Mechpreg, Sticky Words: 3829

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He needed to ask for instructions on where exactly to go, because it hadn’t been a part of the tour Skywarp had given them, but that was no biggie. He got some curious looks for his question, but he also got directions.

And that led him here, standing in front of the door to Megatron’s quarters. He wasn’t sure what he had expected. Maybe some double doors, or a fancy door, or something to announce who the room belonged to.

Instead there was just a door no different from any other doors on the ship, tucked away in the shadows at the end of one hallway.

He had a moment of consideration on whether he was really going to do this. It wasn’t too late to walk away, yet. He could turn around and leave, go to the rec room, or down to the quarters he shared with his twin, and not do this.

But he’d come this far. Why would he chicken out now? He couldn’t even say he was honestly afraid or anything of the like, not really even worried. Maybe he should’ve been. It was Megatron.

He had questions, though. He wanted answers. And, he wasn’t the type to beat around the bushes. Direct was the way to go.

So Sideswipe lifted his arm and firmly knocked on the door three times. Soundwave had said this was where Megatron was, and that was how Sideswipe liked it. They’d have privacy. Either Megatron’s quarters or his office would’ve done well. He didn’t need absolutely everyone overhearing everything he wanted to talk about.

The door opened smoothly a few seconds after his knock sounded. Sideswipe looked inside. Megatron was sitting at a desk with a datapad in front of him, looking back at him. By the tyrant’s expression, he wasn’t expecting to see him.

Soundwave probably hadn’t told him Sideswipe had been asking after him, then. That was cool too. “Can I come in?” Sideswipe asked.

“Sideswipe. This is a surprise,” Megatron commented, but nodded at him. Sideswipe took the invitation and stepped into the room as sparsely furnished as any other quarters were likely to be. There was a desk, and a berth, some containers embedded in the wall. It was bigger, though, looking like it could’ve held at least four mecha if they were to be bunched together as closely as was the norm on more populated ships.

But these were just for one mech. Megatron enjoyed some more space than most, it looked like, but that was really… All. All that Sideswipe could see.

“Sit,” Megatron invited him, gesturing on the berth that really was the only place to sit in the room, aside from the chair at the desk that Megatron was already occupying.

Sideswipe took that invitation too, walking across the room and hopping onto the berth, turning around to sit on its edge and swinging his legs. They didn’t reach the floor.

“What brings you here?” Megatron asked, turning his chair to face him. Sideswipe met his gaze evenly, only tilting his helm.

“Why did you target Sunstreaker?” he asked. Straight to the point, laying the one thing he most wanted to know right there.

Megatron didn’t look taken aback by the question. Sideswipe wasn’t sure if he had expected the topic to come up sooner or later—it seemed pretty obvious they’d get curious about it eventually, at least—but whatever the case, it appeared the tyrant already had an answer prepared. He didn’t waste time thinking about what to say, that much was sure. “Because your brother is fierce, beautiful, and powerful. Fascinating.” Compliments, now? Sideswipe’s mouth rose into a smile, but Megatron continued. “And because I remember him. Both of you, really.”

Sideswipe nodded. That had come up before too. “The deathmatch?”

“Yes,” the tyrant confirmed, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “I took over that arena afterwards, you know. But you two weren’t there anymore.”

Sideswipe’s helm dropped and he stared at his servos. Right… That. “I know,” he said quietly. He knew Megatron had come to destroy the arena they were held in shortly after his ill fated fight with Sunstreaker.

“I would have wanted you in my ranks,” Megatron said, and Sideswipe’s gaze shot back up, his surprise showing itself before he could take a hold of it. The tyrant took notice of it, inclining his helm. “You proved yourself fine warriors. I could have used you.”

...Yeah, they’d known how to fight even back then, hadn’t they? Sideswipe looked back to his fiddling digits—blunt digits. He’d had claws back then. So had Sunstreaker.

Now they needed to rely on blades and the like. The Autobots had thought claws were just too Decepticon. Filed them down.

“Where did you go?” Megatron asked, just as direct as Sideswipe. And there was no point in not answering, was there? What had happened wasn’t a secret by any measure.

Sideswipe shrugged. “When you attacked the arena, there was a whole ruckus. We… We took the chance, found our owner, and killed him.

“Then we ran while all the guards were busy. We made it out of the arena in all the confusion. And then kept running.” Those memories were fuzzy. He could just remember the city around them, dark, only some of the street lights on, and even those were dim. The gunfire and yelling behind them, coming from the arena. The explosions as the Decepticon rebels began to demolish it.

End slavery once and for all, and tear down the establishments that thrived on it. Sideswipe knew that story.

But that was all the memories really were. Impressions, muddled flashes of moments that didn’t always even follow each other in a sensical manner.

He knew this much, though: “A group of Autobots had infiltrated the city. We ran into them. They wanted to help us, so they took us out of the city with them. We were… Not in a good state of mind. Our coding bound us to our owner, and killing him was… Slagging worst feeling.” Sideswipe shook his helm. The Autobots had never understood things like that, how you could be beaten to the point your entire programming warped itself to the situation. Adapted.

That was the whole thing their species did, adapted to changing situations. Sometimes it just went too far.

Sometimes it forced you into obedience and made anything else unthinkable. “It was a miracle we even could kill him,” Sideswipe murmured quietly. “And we paid for it. It was all so fresh, too. We never got the chance to recover.

“We hadn’t said no in vorns, and when they took us to enlist… They asked if we wanted to. Pits, we couldn’t even think past the next minute.” He laughed, but it was without any humor. He didn’t remember a hell of a lot of that either. Just the… Confusion. Not being able to keep up with what was happening. “We didn’t know how to say no, so we signed up.”

Sideswipe shrugged. “They didn’t understand what they were doing, so they… They thought they were doing a good thing. Helping us.” They weren’t. They took advantage of them and their situation, even if unintentionally.

Megatron growled and his field, that had grown darker throughout Sideswipe’s little story, now flared with very genuine anger. “And I suppose it was impossible for you to consider defection.”

Sideswipe snorted. “You get it.” It had taken such a long time to even think what they wanted, and it took even longer and was even harder to actually try to direct their life into the direction they wanted it to go. Defection had never… Slag, they’d resigned to being stuck with the Autobots. It had barely crossed their minds, no matter how many times they were accused of being a step from going through with it.

If Megatron hadn’t forced their hand… They probably wouldn’t have gone through with it even now, after all this time.

“You weren’t the only ones in a similar situation,” Megatron rumbled, and Sideswipe lifted his optics to look at him. The tyrant was studying him, anger in him—but not directed at Sideswipe. “We rescued several gladiators and some buymechs with warped coding that reacted badly to freedom.”

Sideswipe closed his optics. It hurt. He wasn’t smiling anymore.

Things would have gone so differently if they’d gotten found by the Decepticons instead of the Autobots, or frag, if they hadn’t ran from the arena and instead waited for the Decepticons to purge the place of those who would keep them captive.

But it hadn’t gone down like that. Instead they’d gotten a war full of distrust and ostracization, of being told they were wrong, wrong for who they were, wrong for the way they acted. They hadn’t gotten beaten physically, but socially.

And he’d tried. Pits, he’d tried to fit in. Sunstreaker hadn’t really, but Sideswipe had tried to make the effort. He’d tried to make friends, and had some success in that. He’d tried to be what they wanted him to be, act like they wanted him to act.

But that wasn’t what he was. He wasn’t soft like an Autobot was supposed to be. He could never twist his helm into thinking violence was the last resort, or whatever. He could never fully deny the violence embedded in his very being, could never quite stop himself from saying or doing things that got him odd looks and whispers behind his back.

He’d never fit in. Neither of them had. It didn’t matter how long the war had carried on. What was the saying? A tiger couldn’t change its stripes? A leopard couldn’t change its spots?

They’d been wolves among sheep, barely donning the wool to hide their true nature.

“We were meant to be the Decepticons from the start, weren’t we?” Sideswipe asked barely above whisper. Did he believe in the Decepticon cause? Pit if he knew. He hadn’t much cared about the Autobot one, that was for sure.

But they were Kaonites and they were gladiators. Those two became Decepticons.

“You were,” Megatron confirmed simply, “but you’re here now. It’s not too late, Sideswipe.”

Right. Fight for the Decepticons. Pretend they’d never been Autobots to begin with.

If only it really was that simple.

“Was this what your brother meant when he said he wasn’t Optimus’ to save?”

“You remember that?” A brief thing Sunstreaker had spoken in the middle of their departure from the Autobots? That most probably weren’t going to understand begin with? That Optimus wasn’t too likely to get, and it was aimed at him? “But yeah, it was.”

The Autobots were never the ones who should have saved them.

“How did you end up in the Pits?” Megatron asked next. Why? Was he just curious?

Not that the reasons mattered. Sideswipe replied anyway. “Our commissioners were too deep in debt and needed credits, fast, so they sold us,” he shrugged. “We were just lucky it wasn’t into a whorehouse.” The Pits were a lot more deadly, but slag, at least they hadn’t been forced to interface their lives away.

“A common story,” Megatron growled, and Sideswipe grinned a lopsided, mirthless smile. It was. A lot of mecha had gotten sold into crappy situations by others, usually by those who were supposed to guide them to experience and independence.

But Megatron, the very mech he was now talking to, had brought crashing down the whole system that had enabled that. He was in the presence of a history maker.

Who he had more questions for. “Why did you let everyone know Sunny stabbed you?”

Megatron didn’t look too surprised by that question either, although this time he took a few seconds before he answered. “It functions well as a warning. Although I didn’t punish your brother too severely for it–” just a bit of extra hard fragging, yeah. Nothing Sunstreaker couldn’t handle, “–it lets others know I am not so weak I’d be easily disposed of, even by a warrior as skilled as your brother. Starscream isn’t the only one whose attempts are doomed to fail.”

Sideswipe frowned. “Sunny wasn’t really serious about it though, was he?” What would have happened if Sunstreaker had been serious?

Honestly, probably nothing. Megatron was strong and hard to kill. Sunstreaker had already tried, although in a bit different situation, but it wasn’t likely that he would have had any more success this time either. Megatron wouldn’t be the leader, wouldn’t be alive still, if he was killed that easily.

The tyrant largely dismissed his words. “Point remains, as does their inability to know how serious your brother was or wasn’t.”

Was that it, or did it have more to do with who had done it, too? Thundercracker had suggested Megatron might like Sunstreaker. Maybe to a point where he was willing to overlook even pretty severe slights?

But he wasn’t about to accuse the warlord of things like that. Didn’t seem like a very smart move and all. So instead Sideswipe merely nodded, and moved onto his next question. “Why were you alright with the sparkling’s… Existence, I guess? You could��ve demanded it’s snuffed.” Or killed Sunstreaker to kill it too, or… Really, things could’ve gone very badly if Megatron had decided it needed to be disposed of.

But he hadn’t.

Megatron took a moment or two before he answered. Sideswipe waited, meeting the tyrant’s gaze evenly.

“I can’t say I didn’t consider it,” the warlord eventually spoke up. That wasn’t surprising. It would’ve been more surprising if he hadn’t thought about it.

“But ultimately,” Megatron continued, “I found myself liking the thought of leaving behind a legacy—accidental as its creation was.”

Kinda like he had told Sunstreaker, about seizing opportunities and all that, yeah? Sounded about the same.

Sideswipe couldn’t help a partial grin. “Besides just your place in history books, you mean?”

Megatron huffed. “Besides that, yes.”

Admittedly it was a little different to leave behind something living, rather than just the mark you’d left on the galaxy. The former was easier to achieve than the latter, sure, but still. Knowing a piece of your spark continued even after time caught up with you…

“What is the relationship between you and your twin like?”

That question Sideswipe was a bit unprepared for. He blinked, then frowned. Explaining it to wholesparked… They didn’t always get it. Twins weren’t rare. Split-spark twins were. Most mecha never ran into a creature like them and tried to understand them from the limited scope of how they viewed the world. They needed to have an open mind to consider an existence different from what they knew.

Time to see which camp Megatron fell to.

“We’re one,” Sideswipe stated the one core truth about them.

But that alone didn’t say a hell of a lot, so he didn’t stop there. “We have two frames, and we can be in two places at once because of that, but there’s only one spark, and we’re each only different aspects of it. One mind, one will, and no thought that doesn’t belong to the both of me.” Sideswipe released a gush of air from his vents, a little frustrated. Why was it so hard to explain this in any elegant way?

He gave it his best shot anyway. “Cut your frame in two lengthwise and expect the halves to function individually. That’s our spark. If we’re not in cooperation, if we don’t act as one… We don’t function.”

Megatron was silent for a time, his expression thoughtful. Sideswipe gave him the chance to mull it over, but eventually… Megatron nodded. “I see.” And… Somehow Sideswipe got the impression he meant that.

It explained everything so far though, didn’t it? Why Sideswipe had never acted in a way that didn’t complement what Sunstreaker did. He hadn’t spilled his brother’s little secret. He hadn’t tried to put a stop to things. He’d lied to keep things running.

Because Sunstreaker hadn’t wanted to reveal things, and Sunstreaker hadn’t wanted things to end. And if Sideswipe was Sunstreaker and Sunstreaker was Sideswipe, if they only had one spark to experience life with, to live with… That meant Sideswipe didn’t want that either. Were they really that much different from a wholesparked mech then, at the end of the day?

Only, in two places at once, and with two frames to express themselves with.

“If your brother wants me,” Megatron suddenly said, and pits, but his look was calculating when he rose from the chair he had occupied—staring Sideswipe down as he approached. Every step clanged against the metal decking. Sideswipe could almost imagine the vibrations.

And Megatron came closer, until he was right in front of him, and then he leaned down, forcing Sideswipe to lean back on the berth– “Does that mean you do too?”

Sideswipe swallowed hard. Yeah, Megatron had run the thought to its natural conclusion, hadn’t he?

He didn’t deny it. He didn’t confirm it either, but he didn’t deny it.

Megatron took that as all the permission he needed, coming down the rest of the way and pressing their mouths together. Sideswipe’s optics blew wide, too shocked to even think about resisting when Megatron’s glossa pushed past his slack lips and pressed into his mouth.

He shivered from helm to pede. He knew what this felt like already, of course. Sunstreaker had experienced it enough times.

But it was still different to sit next to it and feel it through their spark than it was to experience it with this frame. It was more physical, and less impressions, less emotion, less thought.

Just the pure unadulterated experience of Megatron’s lips moving against his, his glossa thrusting languidly into his mouth until Sideswipe’s optics slipped shut and a little moan escaped him.

Megatron’s servos landed on his frame at that, on his waist, lifting and pushing him further onto the berth. The tyrant followed, never once breaking away from his mouth, just spreading Sideswipe’s legs for him and rising onto the berth between them.

Megatron did pull back when one of his servos landed on Sideswipe’s valve cover, and Sideswipe opened his optics in time to see the quirking of an optical ridge at him in what was an undeniable question. And Sideswipe knew what it said without hearing it.

Was he going to retract, or was he not?

Sideswipe grinned, and the panel snapped back. Megatron rumbled in amusement. “Not quite like your brother, are you?”

He wasn’t, no. Different parts of their spark and all that. So Sideswipe just shrugged demurely, then moaned again when Megatron wasted no time pushing two of his digits into his valve. He was nice like that, making sure to prepare either one of them, apparently. Considering their difference in size, it was welcome.

Plus, it felt good. Sideswipe fell back onto the berth the rest of the way, hitching his hips into the digits penetrating him. Megatron didn’t disappoint him, thrusting them in and out, spreading them and his calipers along with it, before he added third to an even greater stretch. Sideswipe caught his lower lip between his denta at just the hint of a sting at his entrance, but a little bit of pain had never discouraged him and he only rocked harder on the digits.

Megatron waited until his valve was coated in more than a sufficient amount of lubricant before he pulled his servo away, and Sideswipe spread his legs further and lifted his hips as Megatron released his spike–

And wasted no time pushing into Sideswipe.

A groan rose in Sideswipe’s throat. Megatron was swift with that first thrust, seating himself all the way until their groins were flush together, but then he held there as Sideswipe’s valve rippled and flexed, trying to adjust to the stretch pushing the physical boundaries of his frame.

But he was wet and he was ready and he was fragging willing. Sideswipe started moving before Megatron did, pushing his hips onto the warlord’s spike as if he could possibly take it any deeper. Megatron growled at him, a sound of approval, and pulled back before thrusting right back in, harsh enough to generously rock Sideswipe’s frame on the berth.

He moaned anew and Megatron took that as the encouragement it was—pulled back, thrust in, but faster, and when Sideswipe still pressed into it all, he went faster yet.

The drag across his sensors was heaven, back and forth, repeating at a pace that quickly grew truly punishing, but that still managed to feel nothing but good. More lubricant collected in his valve until there wasn’t even hope of chafing, just pleasure at the rough stimulation of what felt like every sensor in his valve. Sideswipe’s vents blew wide as Megatron kept rocking his hips, completely relentless in driving them both towards the highest skies. He didn’t feel particularly grounded in his frame anymore, not with the ratcheting of ecstasy in his lines.

Sunstreaker had already come to the conclusion that Megatron fucked better than anyone they’d come across in a very long time. Sideswipe agreed with that sentiment with his whole frame now, moaning at every harsh thrust into his frame that wasn’t so different from how Megatron fragged Sunstreaker.

Because Sideswipe liked it rough too, and pits but he was all in for this. “Fragging… So close,” he gasped after what really wasn’t long enough to not feel embarrassed, but slaggit, sometimes ‘facing just was so good you couldn’t last no matter how much stamina you boasted to have.

Megatron rumbled at him, and the vibrations of the deep sound didn’t help at all. Sideswipe groaned, right on the cusp of one magnificent overload–

And then he fell into it headfirst, crying out as his frame snapped taut so fast it hurt, his hips slamming against Megatron’s and charge spitting from his seams, arcing into Megatron. The tyrant’s pace faltered badly, Sideswipe could tell that much even over the noise drowning out his senses, but the tyrant still thrust three more times before seating himself deep and hissing as overload overtook him too. Sideswipe’s vocalizer gave out when the excess charge only triggered another release in his own. He spat static, nothing more, his frame trembling. No, that was too pretty of a word for what it was. His armor clattered as Megatron’s come wet his valve further, his frame so overtly sensitized that he could feel each and every pulse against his sensors.

His fans were spinning too hard and yet they didn’t feel to be doing much good. Megatron was panting too, above him, and Sideswipe willed his optics open after a considerable delay. He grinned up at the warlord. Usually he would’ve asked for round two right about now, but…

“No worse than your brother,” Megatron commented, and Sideswipe stilled for a second–

Before hitting the tyrant in the shoulder.

But it was with a laugh and a smile. “Fuck you.”

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