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michiieewrites · 4 years

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THORST COLLAB: Bakugou - Starving till I tasted you

A/N: First: IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, BEGONE FROM MY BLOG SINCE I WRITE MATURE CONTENT!! This one has been sitting in my documents for almost 2 months now. This week inspiration finally struck me once again tho!

This fic is actually a Thorst Collab between my lovely friends & I on Discord. I’m the first one to post mine, so I can’t wait to see what the others will write!

Now.

STRAP ON YOUR SEATBELTS CAUSE THIS MOTHERF!@#$%CKER IS 4.2K+ WORDS LONG

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If someone told you a year ago that you would have enough money to pay off your student debt, buy your dream apartment, help out your family and friends, move abroad and drive in a ’67 Chevrolet Impala, you would’ve died laughing at the joke.

You told yourself it was stupid, buying that lottery ticket. But here you are; $100.000.000,- on your bank account. A young and now rich Omega in her prime. After making sure you had spend part of it wisely, you made sure to live the rest of your life on interest alone.

The first month had been nice. Decorating your new place, going out for dinner every day, getting a new wardrobe, spoiling yourself silly. You got new nesting materials, softer blankets and bigger pillows. It felt nice. Until it didn’t anymore. It started to feel pointless and empty. You felt like you were becoming one of those people that flaunt their money and that isn’t the type of Omega you are.

So here you are. Sitting in your peach colored dress and a numbered paddle in your hand. Tonight, you attend a charity auction. The charity was a rehabilitation program for criminals who want to get back on the right path.

The auction items aren’t exactly… items. They’re Pro Heroes. People could bid on having a date with some of the most desirable Pro Heroes, Alphas, Betas, Omegas, all of them. Even No. 1 hero Deku and No. 4 hero Red Riot are up for auction, both being Omegas.

One of the last dates are being auctioned and you realize you have been zoning out. Not having bid anything yet, you put up your paddle.

“Going once, going twice… SOLD TO NUMBER 917 FOR TONIGHT’S HIGHEST BID OF $300.000,-! A date with explosion pro hero Ground Zero!”

Oh lord. Yes! You got- wait… You got actually got it? You won a date with Pro Hero Ground Zero. Wasn’t he the one with the explosion quirk? Impressive power and always capturing the villains. What separates him from Deku is his social skills. Or lack thereof, to be more precise. Ground Zero isn’t really the type of hero to stick around the people he saved to see if they’re okay.

On top of all that he’s also an Alpha. Highly sought out by Omegas who want a pup, but not the Alpha. His genes are what people want, not the man himself. His personality also making it harder for people to approach him. And you just won a date with the most desired and aggressive Pro Hero Alpha there is.

“Oi!”

The voice behind you pulled you from your thoughts. The subtle scent of caramelized candy apples caught your attention. You turn around and find a handsome Alpha standing there. Arms crossed, cardinal red eyes watching you and his lips in an almost angry looking pout. This is the man you just bought yourself a date with.

“H-hi!” you manage to stammer out.

With a huff, he places a card on your table. You pick it up and see that it’s a business card from Ground Zero’s agency. At the bottom, writing in sleek handwriting, is a phone number. You look back up at him, ready to ask him why he gave this to you. But he’s already turning around and heading for the exit.

“Just contact me when you wanna plan that date things.”

And just like that, you had Ground Zero’s personal phone number.

~ A few days later ~

You’re sitting at a small booth, sipping on your matcha latte. You were a half hour too early, so you decided it wouldn’t hurt to go ahead and order a drink before Bakugou would arrive. In his very first text he made it clear to call him ‘Bakugou’ and not by his hero name. He said that it would feel too much like an interview otherwise. In return you told him to just call you ‘Y/N’.

After some back and forth texting the last couple of days, you two agreed to meet up at a local coffee shop. Not a lot of people know about this shop. It’s small and the interior looks more like cozy living room than a flashy coffee shop. It was your favorite place to sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee, tea or like right now, matcha latte.

Neither of you had any set plans for the rest of the day. Just kind of going with the flow seemed like the way to go. This would give you the freedom to hopefully have a quiet ‘date’. But you can’t really know that for sure when the person you’re on a date with is a Pro Hero.

The sound of the bell above the front door rings. You look up and see him walk in. Sitting all the way in the back, you can’t even smell him scent. Weren’t Alpha’s supposed to have very strong scents? Maybe he’s on suppressants?

He scans the shop, probably looking for you. His eyes land on you. He walks over and sits across from you. He leans back against the chair and swings his right arm over the arm rest while the left one is resting on the table. His eyes trail down from your face to the drink in your hands.

“I see you couldn’t wait for me to arrive,” he gruffly says.

“Uh-uhm, yeah. Sorry, I was super early. I hope you don’t mind.”

The silence that spreads between you two makes your Omega feel uncomfortable. Something doesn’t feel right and you’re starting to think that the Alpha in front of you truly doesn’t want to do any of this. So, to make it a little more bearable for yourself, you pump out a small amount of calming pheromones. Just to take the edge of this meeting.

Bakugou keeps looking at you. Until he finally picks up the menu card and says: “It’s fine. It’s your day, after all.”

He was right, you figured. But you still wanted him to have a pleasant time today too.

And so the day continues. The conversation isn’t very lengthy or deep. You discuss basic things like work, hobbies, favorite food. After a while the conversation kind of dies down. You suggest you two head out and into town. The man in front of you doesn’t seem overly thrilled about it, but still agrees.

When you go up to the front to pay, you hear him quickly walking up to you. He pulls your arm back. Surprised, you let out a small sound of shock and look up at him. A confused look is on his face and he pulls his hand away from you.

“The heck are you trying to do?”

Confused, you say: “Uh, paying?”

“I see that, but why? Omegas don’t pay when they’re with Alphas.”

Wow. At first you didn’t know how to respond to this remark. True, Omegas usually aren’t the ones paying on dates. In the past an Alpha would go out and hunt for their Omega. Since the hunting days are over and many Omegas work nowadays, treating them on dates are a way to show the Omega they can provide for them.

“Well,” you say as you hand over the money to the Beta barista behind the counter and thank him, “I don’t know about other Omegas, but I’m perfectly capable of paying for drinks too. I can provide just as well as any Alpha.”

You two walk outside and turn left to head into town. You’ve been meaning to go to the bookstore and hopefully find some new reading material. Two birds, one stone, right?

“Tsk, should’ve known a rich Omega like you doesn’t like to be told what to do,” Bakugou mumbles to himself.

You stop in your tracks. What? Was that really what he thought of you? A rich and snobby Omega?

Realizing you’re not walking beside him anymore, Bakugou turns around. Your head is bowed in shame. Normally your scent smells like peaches and hazelnuts, but now it turns into that of rotten fruit. You feel called out. For winning the lottery, for treating this Alpha to some drinks, for basically buying yourself a date with someone who clearly wishes to be anywhere else but here.

Your voice shakes, but you gather all your courage. “I’ll admit I was given a lot more financial freedom recently. And yes, I don’t like being told what to do. I believe everyone should be treated equally, regardless of their second gender. But I have never in my life asked for something. I was taught to work hard, to help people and to help and reward the people that help you.”

You pick up your head and look him straight in the eyes, politely smile and say: “I’m sorry you had to do this. This isn’t really how you planned your day would go. You can go, if you want to.”

As you pass him, determent to still go to the bookstore, you feel a weight being lifted from your heart. It really is unfair to the Alpha to make him go on a date with someone he doesn’t like. Deep down inside your Omega whines sadly. She recognized a good and safe provider in the Alpha, one who isn’t driven by hormones to just get an Omega pregnant. One who isn’t controlled their Alpha status. Too bad his Alpha isn’t interested in the Omega.

“Fuck, crap- wait! Shit!”

The cursing Alpha quickly catches up to you. He stops in front of you, holding up his hands to halt you. “Okay, fuck-just… let me explain.”

You cross your arms at him and wait for him to continue.

“Okay, so… Listen, I’ve been a real dick to you. Not just today, but basically since that charity event when I gave you my card. It was wrong of me assume anything about you. Shit Y/N, you’ve been nothing but nice to me. You don’t mind carrying the cost of a date, you’re not flaunting it around town that you’re spending time with a Pro Hero, you put up with my shitty responses and that isn’t how you should be treated. Or anyone for that matter! You deserve a proper date. So just, maybe I can make it up to you?”

By the end of his apology, Bakugou practically gives you angry puppy eyes in an attempt to ask for forgiveness. He reminds you of an angry Pomeranian. Smiling, you tell him that you forgive him. This day is supposed to be a fun one.

“But! You’ll have to carry the books I’ll buy as a punishment. And just so you know, I always come out with two shopping bags,” you tell him.

Bakugou just grins. “Fine. They’ll probably weigh nothing for me.”

Something in the air changes. A little sniff of your nose helps you identify the change. The scent coming from the Alpha next to you is slightly peaked. You heard that when an Alpha is preening their scents get stronger. You hardly think that’s the reason. Maybe it’s just because he’s in better mood now. Whatever the reason, you find yourself agreeing with your Omega; it’s a very nice scent.

~ An hour and a half later ~

“I’ve never met someone who spends over an hour inside a bookstore!”

“I told you when we came in that it could take a while,” you reply to Bakugou’s complaints.

“You do this with nesting stuff too? You know, blankets and shit,” he asks.

In both his hands, Bakugou is carrying a bag containing close to twenty books you can add to your bookcases back at home. Even underneath the sleeves of his hoodie you can see the muscles of his arms. He’s not as bulky as Pro Heroes Deku and Red Riot, but those muscles are pretty impressive. You bet your money that those thighs could squish a watermelon. You can practically feel the water filling your Omega’s mouth. She wants nothing more than to chomp down on those delicious shoulders. And honestly, you wouldn’t mind that either.

You remember you were asked a question. “I do. How else am I gonna know I made the right choice? All of those blankets and shit, as you put it, go in my nest. I’m at my best with a perfect nest.” A confident smile forms on your face and from the corner of your eye you can see Bakugou looking at you. A small smirk creeps up on his face.

While enjoying our little banter, you both failed to notice the Alpha towards the two of you. Until he opened his mouth. “I bet I can make your nest even better, little Omega.”

The other guy stops right in front of you, completely ignoring the Alpha next to you. You’re shocked and take a step back to create some distance between you again. But the guy doesn’t let up and steps closer again.

“No, now get lost,” you firmly say. This wasn’t the first Alpha-asshole you encountered.

“Awh, why the sour face, baby? Bet I’ll be more fun than the hedgehog here.”

“Oi, asshole! She said to get lost.” The smells of pheromones of two Alphas are dominating the air. The strongest one being the creepy guy, Bakugou’s not so much. You honestly confused on that point. With an Alpha as desirable as Bakugou, you truly expected a stronger scent.

You can’t help but release your own distressed scent. The tension is getting to you. Even other people noticed and are stopping to see how this plays out.

The creep briefly looks at Bakugou before returning his attention on you. “Come on, baby. Ditch this guy and then you and I can have our fun. What do you say?”

He extends his hand to put it on our waist and before you know it, you slap his hand away and punch him in the face. He stumbles back while cupping his now bleeding nose. Screaming in pain and shouting names at you. He’s beyond pissed; punched by a fucking Omega!

The adrenaline is pumping through you and every instinct in your body is telling you to run. Hide. Find an Alpha to protect you. You’re frozen on the spot. Your mind shutting down.

That’s when you feel a hand tugging you away. Your Omega recognizes the person this scent belongs to. Caramel candy apples. Bakugou.

You don’t know where he’s taking you. Your mind still processing things. All you know is to follow. ‘Cause he’ll lead to safety. Alphas keep Omegas safe. Follow. Safety. Alpha.

By the time you get to take in your surroundings, you realize you’re in an office. An office? What are you doing here? You look around and see a wooden desk with a black leather chair. A small bookcase, a closet and a couch with coffee table. A puffy black rug is covering the wooden floor, complimenting the one black wall behind you. The other walls are a tinted orange color.

The scent hanging in this office is… comforting. Soothing. Safe. You’re safe in here.

You’re seated on the couch. Wrapped in something soft. A blanket. A big, fluffy and soft blanket. The scent is even stronger on the blanket. You slowly inhale, imprinting this delicious mix of sweetness. After a couple seconds you finally notice the man next to you. Bakugou grins as he sees your focus shifting to him.

“I take it the blanket is approved,” he jokes.

You slowly nod. This small little cocoon makes you feel less vulnerable. Just like the presence of Bakugou next to you. It feels right. “Where are we?”

“Oh yeah, fuck. We’re at my agency. This is my office.”

You’re confused. “Your office? Why? I’m sorry, I kind of… froze. Can you tell me what happened afterwards?”

The smile that spreads on his face makes you feel funny inside. “What happened?! Y/N, you punched that fucker right in his fucking face! Shithead had it coming, tho. You just beat me to it. Omega or not, you know how to fight.”

You two look at each other and burst out laughing as you think back to that glorious moment. The creep definitely didn’t see your punch coming. It feels good to know the man next to you thinks you’re a decent fighter. He seems to actually be enjoying your company. Maybe he’s one of those people that are careful with who they get comfortable with. It feels good to know he feels like he can relax a bit more around you now.

You jokingly nudge him and say: “I bet I can even take you on, you big grump.”

“Oh yeah?” His eyebrow is raised, grinning with his canines on display. “Prove it then.”

Knowing a challenge when you see one, you keep your eyes fixed on his cardinal ones and slowly lean in closer. Baring your neck to the side in submission to lure in his Alpha. Your Omega is very pleased by the motion. Just as he moves to lean in too, you throw the blanket in his face, grab his neck and shove him down on the ground. Stradling him and jabbing your elbow into his side, pressing your nails into the skin of his neck.

Smiling down at the man below you; “How’s that, Alpha?”

A short lived victory as he snarls and the two of you roll over, with Bakugou keeping you pinned underneath his weight. He may not look like it, but this man weighs a ton!

“If you’re trying to be a worthy opponent, why not call me by my first name? It’s ‘Katsuki’,” he breathes heavily atop of you.

Next to your ear you hear a low grumbling sound. Still seeing this as a playfight you laugh and reach back. Your fingers finding pressure points in his neck, making him let go of you. This gives you the chance to overpower him again and straddle him once more while holding his wrists above his head.

Victorious once again, you look down. Growling and teeth bared, the air around you growing thick. The smell surrounding you hits you like thunder. The caramelized candy apple scent overwhelming your senses. Your eyes travel down to his neck and see something you failed to notice before; gland patches. Patches to block someone’s scent from becoming too noticeable. That’s why the other Alpha smelled so much stronger. But now, now you’re drowning in it. You can pick up on rage, possessiveness and… arousal. As much as he’s growling and snarling at you, you know that he’s enjoying this too.

Chuckling at you, he cranes his neck. His face now closer to you than a moment ago. “I’m pretty sure I just got my ass handed by the most perfect Omega.” His words push through the alarm bells his instincts are sending off. His Alpha is not pleased about being pinned down. But as it takes in the Omega’s scent of peaches and hazelnuts, it can’t help but lie down and surrender itself to this tasty smelling Omega. An Omega that can fight back. An Omega that can hold him close. An Omega worthy of carrying his pups.

His Omega.

Before either can properly get out any words Bakugou has wrestled his hands free and grabs a hold of your hips while your hands pull his face closer and seal the distance between your lips. The taste of sugar coated apples is even stronger on his lips and you can’t get enough of it.

His fingers press deeply in your skin, kneading the flesh. His hips pushing upwards while holding you in place. The low rumbling sound in the back of his throat being accompanied by your mewling. You wanted more of him, your Omega needed more.

The Alpha makes his displeasure heard. You both part to breathe in fresh air. His lidded eyes are on fire and following every movement you make. Your hands slip down to his collarbones and settle on his shoulders. The path of your hands make Bakugou throw back his head. His body is pressing into yours desperately, like he has no control over it anymore. His growling increases in volume.

Through gritted teeth he manages to speak to you. “Fuck, Omega. What are you doing to me?”

Taking a leap of faith, you answer: “I don’t know. All I know right now is that I need capable Alpha to take care of me. Are you that Alpha, Katsuki?”

Before you can even blink, you’re being rolled over again. This time you’ll let him have his way. His hands are sliding their way up to your chest, grabbing the front of your shirt and tearing it apart. You try to protest, but you’re stopped by the warning growl of his Alpha. You lay back down and occupy yourself with running your fingers through his hair. Your gently massage making the Alpha let out a content sound.

Entranced by the man above you, you hardly even notice his onslaught on your clothes. And his own clothes. Getting those replaced will be a worry for later, your Omega decide. All you need to focus on right now is Katsuki. You want this Alpha to mate you and it needs to happen right now, or else your Omega just might perish on the spot.

That’s when you feel it. The hard and heavy feeling of his cock rutting itself against your core. Your body can’t help but react to it and release a good amount of slick. Katsuki’s mouth nipping along your collarbones as your bare you neck in submission. You feel his fangs graze your scent glands and you start to whimper desperately.

“Fuck, Y/N. Keep making those pretty noises,” Katsuki says.

“Yes, Alpha, yes. Just-ah shit! Just fuck me already!” you loudly exclaim.

Now who is Katsuki to deny such a nice plea from such a good Omega?

Wasting no time, he slides himself inside. The stretch making you cry out for more, deeper, more, anything he can give you. You just know you need more. Barely able to hold himself back from ramming himself inside and fucking you like you’re in a heat, he takes his time for your to fully take him in. A sigh of satisfaction leaves you both when he finally does.

Your legs wrap around his waist and try to pull him deeper in. Your fingers curl around his spikey locks and tug harshly to get him moving. Grunting, Katsuki finally complies. Being buried inside you sends him into over-drive. You feel too damn good around him. He feels too good inside you as he sets in a brutal rhythm. You’re pretty sure no other man could ever make you feel this good. No other Alpha could ever please your Omega ever again. Feeling his body slam into yours like his life depends on it is possibly the best feeling in the world. Your lungs are sending out a mix of his name, pleas for more, for him to go faster.

Katsuki can’t help it, he can’t stop himself anymore. He need to do this, he needs you, his Alpha needs to mate your Omega. Give her everything she wants and all that she’ll take. Only the best for his Omega, he will be worthy of giving her pups.

You can feel the base of his cock starting to inflate. His knot. His knot is growing. As soon as you notice, you start to claw at his back. A need filling you till the point you’re almost bursting.

“Alpha! Knot, please- Alpha, knot me- I need- Need your knot, Alpha!” you scream in desperation.

He wants to. Oh, he wants to so badly. But in the back of his mind there’s one braincell left that tells him that now is not the time nor the place. His Omega deserves better.

“You deserve better than to be knotted in my office, Y/N,” he moans, “please give me a chance to give you something better one day. I’ll be the best fucking Alpha there is!”

You love the sound of that. Something better. Somewhere in the future. A future with Katsuki. “Yes, Kastuki! Only you, you’re the only Alpha, please, I’m so cl-“

The moment he sinks his teeth into the flesh just above your collarbone, you’re send into a world of blinding lights and exploding fire. His name keeps falling from your lips. The waves of fire keep pulsing through your body.

The tight grip around him becomes too much for Katsuki. He needs to pull out or else he’ll knot you for sure. When he you keep chanting his name, he pulls out and covers you in thick, long, white streams of his cum. Covering you in his seed, marking you as his in an obscene, but beautiful way.

“Look at you, perfectly covered in my cum,” he pants.

You preen at the compliment. A content scent is released. The smell of a happily fucked Omega. Katsuki could get addicted to this smell.

With the shredded pieces of clothing he cleans you up. He pulls the blanket you discarded earlier over you both as he lies down next to you. Your tired and warm body cuddles closer to him. He drinks in your scent a you purr softly.

“What did you have the blanket for in your office?” you ask with a yawn.

Katsuki looks down at your half-asleep face. A smile forms on his lips as he gently kisses the top of your head.

“I kept it for my future mate.”

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sketching-shark · 3 years

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I think we should start a protection squad (although they don’t need it because they can protect themselves) for Sun Wukong and Guanyin

“Begone monkie kid fandom trying to down grade these really interesting characters with interesting personality’s and backstory ( the both of them like seriously Guanyin backstory is so cool) to a villain wile trying to justify your angsty backstory (that are no where near as cool as monkey who fights gods and Person who has 1000 arms and heads to help people in need) for the actual villain”

So who wants to join

Me:*raises my hand*

Ps: sorry if I got Guanyin backstory wrong am not an expert on it.

Haha okay so some critiques on the jttw & associated media western fandom & fandom in general coming up, so please skip this upcoming text wall if you don't want to encounter my undoubtedly ~devastating~ words (i.e. don't like don't read as people love to say, & if I have to be inundated with images of my notp every time I go into the sun wukong tag then I imagine people can be chill with me expressing my opinions & giving people fair warning that I WILL be critiquing common fandom trends, but no need for you to see that if you don’t want to. Cool? Cool.)

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PFFFFFTTT oh man there are many times when I feel like signing up for such a protection squad...when it comes to the current western jttw & Sun Wukong fandom I do feel like I'm often swinging at a rapid pace between "well it's fandom & people are allowed to make the stories they want" & "I am once again begging my fellow monkie kid enthusiasts (& sometimes creators) to do more research into the og classic/show it more respect so you can avoid any potentially offensive/off-the-mark misunderstandings of the status & cultural context of the characters in their country of origin (I promise it's super interesting & I can provide you with links to free pdf copies of the entire Yu translation, i.e. the best one ever created, so feel free to ask!) & maybe also stop constantly stripping away all the nuance of Sun Wukong's character for the sake of either making him an entire asshole so your little meow meow can look completely innocent in comparison and/or making the monkey king's entire life & character revolve around said meow meow."

Like I get that fandom's supposed to be a kind of anything-goes environment, but one thing that honestly seems to be true of a lot of fandoms--and the western one for Sun Wukong & co. is certainly not immune from this--is that there often seems to be a kind of monoculturalization at work in what stories are created & what character interpretations are made popular. Across a multitude of fandoms, you frequently see basically nothing but the exact same tropes being made popular & even being insisted on for the canonical work (especially hasty redemption arcs & enemies to lovers these days), the exact same one-dimensional character types that characters from an original work keep getting shoved into, the exact same story beats, etc. And I get it to an extent, as fandom is generally a space where people just make art and fic for fun & without thinking too hard about it & without any pressure.

This seems to, however, often unfortunately lead to the mentality that it’s your god-given right to do literally whatever you want with literally any cultural figure without even the slightest bit of thought put into their cultural, historical, and even religious context, even (and sometimes especially) when it comes to figures that are really important in a culture outside your own. For such figures--even if you first encounter them in a children’s cartoon--you should be a little more careful with what you do with them than you would with your usual Saturday morning line-up. It of course has to be acknowledged that there exists a whole pile of absolutely ridiculous & cursed pieces of media that are based on Journey to the West & that were produced in mainland China, but for your own education if nothing else I consider it good practice for those of us (myself certainly included) who aren’t part of the culture that produced JTTW to put more thought into how we might want to portray these characters so that at the very least (to pull some things I’ve seen from the jttw western fandom) we’re not turning a goddess of mercy into an evil figure for the sake of Angst(TM), or relegating other important literary figures into the positions of offensive stereotypes, or making broad claims about the source text & original characterizations of various figures that are blatantly untrue, or mocking heavenly deities because of what’s actually your misunderstanding of how immortality works according to Daoist beliefs. Yet while a lot of this is often due to people not even trying to understand the context these figures are coming from, I do want to acknowledge that the journey (lol reference) to understand even a fraction of the original cultural context can be a daunting one, especially since, as I’ve mentioned before, it can be really hard & even next to impossible to find good, accessible, & legitimate explanations in English of how, for example, the relationship between Sun Wukong and the Six-Eared Macaque is commonly interpreted in China & according to the Buddhist beliefs that define the original work.

That is to say, I do think it’s an unfortunate, if unavoidable, part of any introduction of an original text into a culture foreign to its own for there to be sometimes a significant amount of misinterpretation, mistranslations, and false assumptions. There is, however, a big difference between learning from your honest mistakes, & doubling down on them while dismissing all criticism of your misinterpretation into that abstract category of “fandom drama.” The latter attitude is kind of shitty at best and horrifically entitled at worst.

Plus, as I’ve discovered, there is a great deal of interest and joy to be drawn from keeping yourself open to learning aspects of these texts & figures that you weren’t aware of! I can say from my own experience that I’ve always really enjoyed & appreciated it when individuals on this site who come from a Chinese background--and who know much more about the cultural context of JTTW than me--have taken the time to explain its various aspects. It often leaves me feeling like woooooaaaahhhhhHHH!!!! as to how amazingly full of nuanced meaning JTTW is like dang no wonder it’s one of China’s Four Great Classical Novels.

And I guess that right there is the heart of a lot of my own personal frustration and disappointment with the ways that fandoms often approach a literary work or other piece of media...like don’t get me wrong, a lot of the original works a fandom may grow around are just straight-up goofy & everyone’s aware of it & has fun with it, yet the trend of approaching what are often nuanced and multi-layered works in terms of how well they fit and/or can be shoved into pretty cliche ideas of Redemption Arc or Enemies to Lovers or Hero Actually Bad, Villain Actually Good etc...well, it just seems to cheapen and even erase even the possibility of understanding the wonderful complexity or even endearing simplicity that made these works so beloved in the first place. Again, I feel like I need to make it clear that I’m not saying fandom should be a space where people are constantly trying to one-up each other with their hot takes in literary analysis, but it would be nice and even beneficial to allow room for commentary that strives to approach these works in a multi-faceted way, analysis & interpretations that go against the popular fandom beliefs, & criticism of the work or even of fandom trends (yes it is in fact possible to legitimately love something but still be critical of its aspects) instead of immediately attacking people who try to engage in such as just being haters who don’t want anyone to have fun ever (X_X).

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Anyway, I know I didn’t cover even half of the stuff you brought up in the first place anon, but I don’t want any interested parties to this post to suffer too long through my text wall lol. I was asked to try my hand at illustrating Guanyin, but as with you I’m nowhere near as informed as I should be about her, so I want to do more research on her history and religious importance before I attempt a portrait. I’ll try my best, and do plan to pair that illustration with my own outsider’s attempt to summarize her character. From what little I do know I am in full agreement that her backstory is so incredibly amazing...just the fact that she literally eschewed the bliss of Nirvana to help all beings reach it, and even split herself into pieces in the attempt to do so (with Buddha granting her eleven heads and a thousand arms as a result)...man, I can see why she’s such a beloved & respected deity.

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As for what western fandom commonly does with everyone’s favorite god-fighting primate...I can talk about this at length if there’s interest, but for this post I’ll just say that I guess one lesson from all of this is that for all the centuries that have passed since Journey to the West was first completed, literally no one drawing inspiration from the original tale in the west (lol) has come even slightly close to being able to equal or even capture half the extent of the nuance, complexity, religious, historical, and cultural aspects, and humor that define Wu Cheng'en's story of an overpowered monkey who defied even Buddha.

So thank the heavens we'll always have the original.

#journey to the west #jttw #guanyin #sun wukong #monkey king #monkie kid #fandom #fandom critical

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haikyuuphilia · 3 years

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hiyoo 💖💖 if you're not too busy i was wondering if you could do some hcs for comforting a s/o with chronic pain? recently found out i have a condition that's not a 'wait and it'll get better' but a 'we're just gonna have to figure out how to manage the suck without getting you hooked on narcotics' thing, and it blows 🙃 i simp hard over yamaguchi, suga, and ushijima, but i love all my volleyball bois 💖 (i know this doesn't sound fun fsfsvb ignore if it's not something you wanna write!)

hi lovely, of course i’ll write it! i’m so so sorry to hear that you’re dealing with that, but i’m sending you all my love and best wishes with these headcanons. (also your taste in haikyuu boys is unmatched :D) thank you for requesting! <333 x rue

♡ comforting an s/o with chronic pain

with yamaguchi, sugawara, ushijima

no warnings apply, gn!reader | fluff

→ yamaguchi tadashi

yamaguchi would be really sad that you’re in pain

he just absolutely hates to see you hurting

so whatever he can do to make you feel better, he’ll do!!!

whether it’s something small like lighting a nice scented candle for you or something bigger like accompanying you to the doctor or pharmacist, he’s happy to be by your side

does so much research on your condition

including folk homemade remedies or treatments or anything, really

you: yamaguchi, i really don’t think honey lemon water is going to do anything

him, tearing up: y/n please drink it

so proud of you for handling having chronic pain

you’re the strongest person he knows, and he’s so happy he’s in a position where he can support you

so he’ll try his best to comfort you as best he can <3

→ sugawara koushi

he’s heartbroken to hear that you have a condition that causes chronic pain

might cry when you tell him because he’s so sad you’ve been dealing with that by yourself

and even worse, there’s not much he can do about it :(

still, he’s optimistic that he can make you feel better through the sheer power of his care and love for you!

says stuff like “chronic pain, begone!” to make you smile

will support you throughout anything and it would never even cross his mind to think it’s a nuisance at all

plus he encourages you to complain or ramble to him because it’s cathartic and healthy to let your negative feelings out

probably wishes to himself that he could share whatever pain you’re feeling or take it all on 100%

will write you sweet notes and leave them for you to find

super supportive boyfriend who loves you and just wants to make you feel as good as you can!

→ ushijima wakatoshi

dotes on you a lot

honestly might not know much about your condition beyond the basics, but the fact that the love of his life is feeling chronic pain makes his heart ache

he’s always sending you small texts and wants to get updates about how you feel all the time

if you say you’re feeling pretty good, he’ll smile so brightly that his teammates are literally dumbfounded

if you say you’re not feeling so well, he’s skipping whatever plans he had and is going straight to your side

will buy you flowers or chocolates or anything you want to take your mind off of things

you’re priority #1 in his mind, with or without chronic pain

does worry about it quite a bit on the inside because he cares about you so much

but he’s like a stable rock for you

so he tries not to let his concern show so much, and instead, he’ll hold you and comfort you

believes you’re stronger than he could ever be (muscles or whatever aside)

very caring towards you, his wonderful and amazing s/o <3

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prince--thomas · 2 years

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Queer Eye: One Hot Daddy

Queer Eye/Makeover show

Assign a character for each of the Fab 5 categories: Fashion, Culture, Home, Beauty, Food (Does NOT need to be exclusively queer men)

Someone gets a makeover (the Hero)

Someone explains why they nominated the Hero

A detailed written before and after of the Hero’s living space, wardrobe, and beauty routine

One of the Fab 5 brings in an expert in their category to have a heart-to-heart with the Hero

The Fab 5 must bring the Hero to at least three locations in town for their transformation

The Hero needs to tearfully reconnect with another character

The Hero hosts a big event at the end of the episode, Fab 5 reacts to what they see

Give a QEHIPTIP at the end

[cw: me appropriating queer vernacular lmfaoooo]

Introduction

[int: car]

Thistle: Lou, tell us who our hero is this week!

All (ex. Lou): Yes!!

Lou: Okay, this week we are in Swynlake, helping Tom Harrington. A twenty-seven year old Navy veteran.

Simba: We love a veteran. [snaps]

Lou: He’s also a firefighter—

Mei: Ooooh.

Simba: Rescue me!!

Lou: He’s a firefighter who recently found out he is going to become a dad.

All: Awww.

[cut away: interview]

Tom: Yeah. It came as a bit of a shock, but—y’know, I am excited. I just want to be a good dad.

[int: car]

Lou: He was nominated by his Aunt Elinor.

[cut away: interview]

Elinor: I nominated Tom, because I know that he really cares about his new baby, but he is not ready to be a father. I hope that the Fab Five can help him understand the responsibility it takes to be a good parent. His heart is in the right place, but he could certainly use some help. Not to mention, he is estranged from much of his family.

[int: car]

Gem: Sounds like he’s gone through a lot.

Thistle: Yeah, Mei, you’ll have a lot to work with!

Mei: Sounds like it!

Lou: He is having a baby shower at the end of the week. So, team, let’s make sure this soon to be dad becomes super dad!

All: Woo!

[ext: fire station]

Lou: I think he’s in through here.

Simba: Oh, man. I’ve always wanted to sit in a firetruck.

[Tom is sitting on a bench with a few other coworkers.]

Fab Five: HEYYYY!!!

Tom: Wuh?

Simba: HI! I’m Simba.

Thistle: Oh, look at those curls, honey. Can I touch them?

Tom [blushing]: What?

[cut away: int]

Lou: I can tell immediately that this man is repressing ninety percent of his feelings. At least. Poor guy.

[int: fire station]

Mei: We’re the fab five! We were nominated by your aunt Elinor, is it true you have a baby on the way?

Tom: What? Oh, yeah. A boy.

All: OOooh. Oh my gosh!

Simba: I hope we are raising him up to be a good guy. Toxic masculinity, begone!

Tom: Uh...

Gem: We are here to help you get prepared for your son and maybe make a few changes along the way. You feeling ready to come with us?

Tom: Yes?

All: Woo! Let’s go! Yes, daddy!

[int: Tom’s house – the living room is dark and stingy. There is a large TV and beat up couches. Blackout curtains. The kitchen table has beer cans all over it.]

Gem: Oh. Hm.

Mei: Woooow.

Lou: So, you live here with two other straight men?

Tom: Er, yeah. Well—uh, Phil is bi.

Lou: Are you sure about that?

Simba: I see the kitchen!

[cut away: interview]

Thistle: There are clothes everywhere. There is food everywhere. There are dogs! Everywhere! Not a single surface in this place is clean.

Lou: It’s a nightmare, I feel like I need a hazmat suit.

Simba: I was horrified and thrilled to see what the kitchen looked like.

Gem: I’ve really got my work cut out for me.

[int: Tom’s house]

Lou: Where is your closet, dare I ask?

Tom: Oh, uh—this way.

Mei: This is no place for a baby!

[int: upstairs – Tom’s house]

Lou: Right...so...is this it?

Tom [laughs]: Uh, yeah. I mean—I really just wear jumpers and jeans...unless I’m at work but I have a uniform there. I don’t like having to...think about my outfits.

Thistle: At least his bed is made. Now, tell me—[starts carding fingers through Tom’s hair]—do you style your hair or—

Tom: Oh, no, this is natural.

Thistle: Shut up. These curls are gorgeous!

Tom: Er, thanks.

Lou: Theo, stop. You’re making him blush.

Thistle: Now, tell me. What is your morning routine like?

Tom: Uh, I—wake up...and get dressed? Brush my teeth?

[cut away: interview]

Thistle: We certainly have our work cut out for us.

[int: Tom’s house]

Simba: Oh—their peanut butter is spoiled! How does that even happen? I’m gonna taste it.

Gem: Don’t taste that.

Simba: Yallah. That’s...oh god. That is disgusting.

Lou: Here he is!

Thistle: Daddy!!!

Mei: Tom, is this a place for a baby?

Tom: Uh...no. [Getting emotional.] No, it’s not. I just—I think it would be...really great if you helped me get ready for this baby.

All: Yes!! That is what we are here for!!

Day One: Fashion

[ext: street]

Lou: Okay, so I know you are very no fuss with your wardrobe and that’s fine, but as a father you want to be taken seriously. An oversized jumper is not going to cut it. Not to mention if you ever want to impress any ladies. Raising a child by yourself is noble, but it shouldn’t be your whole life.

Tom: Er, right.

Lou: So, I’m taking you to From Farm to Table. It is this adorable shoppe right here in town with super affordable clothing options. I am sure we’ll be able to find something you like.

Tom: Great.

[int: From Farm to Table]

Vixey: Hi!!

Lou: Tom, this is Vixey. She’s the owner of From Farm to Table.

Tom: Oh, uh—hi. Thank you for having me.

Vixey: Sure! You both take all the time you need. I hope you find something you like.

Lou: Now, Tom. Going through your closet I saw a lot of...bland coloring and things that don’t really fit you. Is there a reason for that?

Tom: Uh, I dunno. I guess—I’ve had the same wardrobe for years. Cannae remember the last time I shopped for myself. Probably before the navy.

Lou: So, the clothes you have now were before your tour of service?

Tom: Yeah.

Lou: I see. Well, that was a few years ago and I’m sure your body has changed. You’re a handsome man and those clothes are doing you no favors. We want to put you in something you’re comfortable and confident in. You—look a little scared.

Tom: Ah, I guess it’s just I feel like...I mean...you look great, but putting too much...effort in will make me seem...

Lou [eyebrow raise]: Queer?

Tom: Er—

Lou: Look, Tom. Colors don’t have a gender. Women love a man who can look good and isn’t afraid to wear things that are fun and different.

Tom: Right...

Lou: Why don’t we just try a few things? I promise that I haven’t gone crazy.

Tom: Okay.

[time passes]

Lou: Okay, sweetie! Let’s see our first look.

[Tom appears]

Lou: Yes!! Is this the same man? I would have never guessed you were hiding that body under all that bagginess! The navy treated you right! Look at those arms. See—it is still a jumper, but in a brighter blue. And this cableknit gives some texture to the look, so that it’s not just plain cotton. The collared shirt underneath dresses it up. This is totally something you could wear to one of your son’s school functions.

Tom: Yeah, uh—wow. Honestly, I’d never really...though much about it but—[turning in the mirror examining himself]—gosh. This does make a difference.

Lou: Yes! That is what I’m saying. Okay, now—let’s try the second look.

[Tom disappears, reappears]

Lou: Sacre bleu! Now that is a confident man. I don’t even have to try that hard. I really do feel like you would look good in everything.

Tom: I love this shirt. I mean—I have never really done patterns before but this is just...kind of cool.

Lou: Yes, it is! It’s fun, it’s cool. Now I can see that personality of yours sparkling through. And these pants are pleated, which gives you a longer look to your leg here. It is a bit dressier than jeans. Obviously, I don’t think you need to be wearing this every day, but I hope I’ve shown you that clothes are such an important part to your overall self-esteem.

Tom: Yeah. Uh, yeah. Definitely. I really like this. Thank you.

Lou: You are so welcome.

Day Two: Home

Gem: I had to completely gut Tom’s house and start from scratch. It was definitely no place for a baby to be growing up. I hope that with the new stuff I am doing, Tom will appreciate it and keep up with it. He is a busy guy, constantly helping everyone else. So, when he sees this, I hope he will remember that there is a place he can come back to that he can relax and make some new memories with his son. I am also knocking out a wall and extending the house to give them a nursery for the baby. I am so excited for him to see it when I’m through.

Day Three: Food

[cut away: interview]

Simba: Tom is a busy guy, and it is so clear that cooking is not his strong suit. I am hoping that I can show him that cooking is fun and, maybe, something he can share with his son eventually. Making food for someone can be so personal. I want Tom to embrace that.

[int. Tiana’s Place]

Simba: Hey, Tom! Are you ready?

Tom: Honestly, I think I am most nervous for this.

Simba: Aw, don’t be! Everyone can cook. This is Tiana’s Place. A local restaurant owned by a friend of the show! She’s given us full access to the kitchen and I am so happy to show you!

[int: Tiana’s Place: Kitchen]

Simba: Hey, Candace!

Candace: Hey, Simba!

Simba: Tom, this is Candace. She is the head chef here at Tiana’s Place. Candace, this is Tom. Today, we’re gonna be learning how to make just a really simple, delicious pasta that he can take on teh go with him or warm up for a nice meal at home for friends and family.

Candace: Gosh, that sounds great. You really cannot go wrong with a good pasta! Just remember that food is something natural. Everyone has to make it! You can share it with anyone, and it will be a special experience.

Tom: Er, yeah. Right. Uh. Thank you. You’re right. I—appreciate that.

Candace: Great! Good luck, I will leave you to it.

Simba: Right, okay so—we know how to cook pasta, right?

Tom: No. [beat] I’m kidding.

Simba: Yallah. You almost gave me a heart attack! Look at you. Alright, so this is so simple. All we will be doing is making pasta, reducing some vegetables and adding some cream and such to make a nice alfredo sauce from scratch. Sound good?

Tom: Yeah. Definitely.

[as they chop vegetables]

Simba: So, are you excited to be a dad?

Tom: Yeah, I mean—it’s something I always wanted. I just...saw it happening a little differently. And—I dunno. I guess I’m gonna have to be doing a lot of stuff a mother would usually do.

Simba: Like what?

Tom: Er...feeding and...changing...

Simba: Dads aren’t supposed to do that?

Tom: Uh, I mean, I just grew up...it was a lot different than today.

Simba: Mate, I am older than you. I think it was just the people you grew up around. I was changing diapers by the time I was ten. It doesn’t make you less masculine to take care of your child. In fact, I think it’s super masculine and badass to do. Y’know? Taking care of your family is supposed to be this masculine concept, but that can mean more than just making money and protecting them physically. It means helping them out emotionally and doing the sorts of caretaking that have been traditionally feminine.

Tom: Like cooking?

Simba: Yeah, like cooking. Raising a child isn’t a gendered thing. You can totally do this. You just have to fully commit to it.

Tom: [slightly teary] Yeah. I—yeah. I want to. I want to be a good father.

Simba: That’s half the battle. You’ll get there. Just don’t hold yourself back.

[cut away: interview]

Simba: I can tell that Tom is really trying to break out of his box of toxic masculinity. He is almost there and I really hope it happens for him one day. His son will thank him.

[int: Tiana’s Place]

Tom: Oh, wow. This is—this is so good. John won’t believe I made this.

Simba: You did! You did make this!

Tom: Yeah. I, uh, I guess I did! Wow. It’s so good.

Day Four: Beauty

[ext: street]

Thistle: Hey, handsome!! Today, we are going to the Next Town Over this cute little barbershop I found. Have you been here before?

Tom: Oh, uh no. I don’t think so.

Thistle: Great!

[int: barber shop]

Thistle: This is Danny. He will be taking care of your goooorgeous head of hair.

Danny: Hey, uh—nice to meet you.

Tom: You too.

Thistle: And this is Gail! She will be pampering you with a facial and manicure. Yes, daddy!

Tom: Oh, uh—hi.

Gail: Hi. Don’t worry, I won’t torture you. [Giggles]

Thistle: Okay, sit down here and let me get all up in these curls. So, this is just a little long, I think. I definitely do not want to get rid of the curls. And the beard—I think it could do with a trim and cleaning up the lines of it. Right now, it’s clear it’s just kind of grown wild. Sound good?

Tom: Yeah, uh—sure. Do I have to—do I have to do the manicure?

Thistle: Uhm, yes, honey! Of course you do! We want you feeling relaxed and ah-mazing. What is the issue with the manicure?

Tom: It’s just...well, I mean—I just have never had one. It’s...I dunno. The guys will make fun of me.

Thistle: No way. And if they do, it’s just because they are jealous. A little manicure is not going to hurt. In fact, it is gonna make you feel great. Don’t you trust me?

Tom: Er—sure. Yeah, okay.

Thistle: Great!

[one hair/beard/manicure montage later]

Thistle: Oh my god. Is this even the same man? I don’t think it is. I am floored. You were already gorgeous, but wow. Just—wow!

[spins chair around]

Tom: Oh, wow.

Thistle: Get all up in those curls, honey! Yes!

Tom: Wow. This is—crazy. I look ten years younger.

Thistle: You are soooo handsome! Look at those baby blues!

Tom: Yeah. This...I—thank you.

Thistle: And how do we feel?

Tom: Amazing, actually. [laughs] That was great. Really. Thank you so much.

Thistle: No problem, king. That is what we want!

Day Five: Culture

Mei: Hey Tom, before we head out anywhere today, I wanted to sit down with you and just have a little chat.

Tom: Oh, sure.

Mei: I can see your trepidation from here. Don’t worry. Just take a deep breath. So, you’re about to be a father, huh?

Tom: Yeah. man. It still sounds so weird saying it.

Mei: I can imagine. Lots of emotions about that?

Tom: Yeah. Definitely.

Mei: What is the biggest one?

Tom: [long pause, sucks in a shaky breath] Fear.

Mei: Yeah. Fear. I could understand that. And what are you afraid of?

Tom: [getting emotional] That I—won’t be able to take care of him. That I won’t be prepared and I will mess him up.

Mei: Well, I can tell you one thing. This man that I see sitting in front of me now: he is so capable. You take care of people every day at your job. Being a firefighter is no joke. That takes someone who is committed and passionate and who cares about people. Those are all great qualities in a dad.

Tom: [visibly crying now] Thank you. That’s—nice to say.

Mei: [rubbing at Tom’s back] Has anyone told you they think you’ll be a good father?

Tom: I—I don’t know. I don’t remember.

Mei: Well, I am telling you. I think you’ll be a good father, Tom. You clearly love your son and are trying your best. That is all anyone can do. Now, let’s take some deep breaths. There is one more thing we have to do today.

[int: Chapter Three]

Mei: I think you are familiar with this shoppe.

Tom: Oh, uh. Yeah. Everyone knows the bookshoppe.

Mei: This is Belle, she’s the owner of Chapter Three, here in Swynlake and I, believe, is your aunt’s boss?

Belle:Hi Tom, it is nice to see you. Feel free to look around. I’ll just be over here if you have any questions.

Mei: Now, there is someone else here to see you.

Elinor: Hello, Thomas.

Tom: Aunt Elinor?

Mei: From what I understand, you haven’t been speaking to most of your family for several months?

Tom: Yeah, uh—we had a falling out before I even found out about the baby.

Mei: [nodding] Well, Elinor is here now. You two have a lot to catch up on, so I’m just going to let you have a few moments.

Elinor: Hey Tom.

Tom: Aunt Elinor, I just—[tearing up]—I just wanted to say how sorry I am.

Elinor: I know, Tom. I know it wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you.

Tom: You don’t?

Elinor: No. I wish you would’ve talked to me before. I wanted to have a relationship with you. And with your new baby. If you would like to have me there.

Tom: [breaking down into tears] Of course I will have you. I would—would love that. I missed you.

Elinor: I missed you too, Thomas.

[hug :) ]

Coming Home

[ext: tom’s house]

Gem: Okay, are you ready to see your new house?

Fab Five: Yes!

Tom: Yeah, uh, definitely.

Gem: Let’s go!

[int: tom’s house]

Tom: Holy shit. No way this is the same house! Look at this. It’s so bright and open! Gem, holy shit, thank you. There is no way this is the same!

Simba: You really outdid yourself, Gem. Look at all this open space. And those new wood floors.

Gem: Those were actually under all that ugly carpet! And I still gave you some dark brown leather furniture, because with dogs and kids, things get dirty, but painting the walls a lighter color really makes a huge difference in the space.

Tom: No kidding. Woooah! The kitchen is so clean!!

Gem: And you’ve got all new appliances. Babies use a lot of dishes, so that is a state of the art dishwasher. A new fridge. The space is small but we really opened up the kitchen space by knocking out those cabinets looking into the dining room. And—try to open one of those—

[literally everyone tries to open a cabinet]

Simba: BABY PROOFED! Gem, you’re a genius.

Tom: Thank you, mate. Seriously.

Thistle: Let’s go see the closet!

Tom: Oh, right yeah.

Gem: Upstairs, I have one more surprise.

[int: baby’s bedroom, ocean themed]

Simba: This is the cutest thing I have ever seen!

Tom: Wow. [tearing up] Wow. This is amazing. I didn’t even realize we could’ve had the space for this. Now, he’ll have somewhere all by himself. He can grow up in here.

Gem: Yes, exactly. I wanted to give him, and you, your own spaces, where you can relax.

Tom: This is incredible. [still tearing up] I really don’t know how to thank you all.

Mei: Just be your best self! And be a great dad!

Thistle: Now, let me steal you for a moment. See this gel? I want you to just put a small amount in your palms, rub it together and squeeze it onto you hair. That will define the texture in your hair and it only takes several seconds.

Tom: Wow, yeah. That makes a huge difference.

Thistle: Yes! And make sure you are using your lotion every day. Fires will totally dry out your skin and you have such nice skin. Take care of it.

Tom: Yes, sir.

Thistle: Ugh, you are so cute darling. Okay, now I’m handing you off to Lou.

Lou: So, I kept your closet tame.

Tom: Thanks.

Lou: You’re welcome. But, everything here is much more fitted than you were wearing before and I want you to try to get more comfortable experimenting with colors and patterns and textures, alright?

Tom: Yeah, I’ll uh—try.

[int: Tom’s house: living room]

Lou: Alright Fab Five, are we ready for the new and improved Tom Harrington?

Fab Five: Yes! Woo!

Tom: Tada!

Fab Five: Oh my god! Look at you! You are so hot! Handsome! Look at that confidence! Where did that body come from? No way! You are wearing colors! Everything fits!

Tom: Uh, I just wanted to say—thank you [tearing up] to all of you. Your advice and this week will absolutely make me a better father. So, I just—yeah. Thank you.

Mei: Aw, group hug!

Fab Five: Yes!!!

[hug :)]

Fab Five: Alright, good luck tonight! Love you! Break a leg, friend! You are gonna be the best daddy ever! We love you!!

Baby Shower

[int: fab five hq]

Lou: Look at that fit!

Simba: Aw, look at him he’s so cute. I am so proud!!

Mei: Gosh, there are so many people here. I am so surprised.

Thistle: I’m not! Our handsome boy is so popular!

Simba: Yeah, he is so sweet.

Gem: You can tell he’s so much more comfortable in this space and proud to show it off.

Simba: Hell yeah, you did great, Gemmy!

Mei: Ugh, yes. And look how spiffy he looks.

[a Pretty Girl walks in]

Mei: Oh? Who is this?

Thistle: O-M-G.

Gem: Wow, she just touched his hair.

Thistle: Of course, she did! It’s beautiful.

Simba: Aw, oh my gosh. I hope that works out for him. She looks so sweet.

All: Bye, daddy!! Good luck with your new baby!! We love you!!

#QEHOTTIP

Thistle: Manicures so aren’t gendered.

Lou: Not at all!

Simba: No way!

Gem: Definitely not.

Thistle: So, next time you and your boys have some down time, hit up your local salon to treat yourself! Don’t be afraid of a clear coat or even playing with color. Your hands, and your boys, will thank you. Make sure to tip well!

#swynlabors #queer eye: one hot daddy #get it bc he's a fire fighter #and gonna be a dad #self para #obsessed w this actually

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lefthandersruletheworld · 3 years

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DBD Experiences: Part 15

(This is something that happened to me while playing DBD, its kinda long but I wanted to share) So earlier today I was playing Dead by Daylight and I loaded into a match. I’m running chest based perks, so I went straight for killer shack to open up the chest that was in there. Before I could even take the medkit I got, a fully bloody Pyramid Head comes booking it towards me, and had me downed in seconds. Of course I get hooked and he moves on. Eventually a teammate comes and rescues me, and by this time a Jake had been hooked. Now if you know me, you know I try and buddy up with Jake players, so the second I saw he was hooked I tried to go over and save him, but the killer stopped me and hooked me a second time. A Claudette came and saved me, and we both ran in different directions. The killer, just picking a scratch mark trail, just so happened to pick mine. He was playing very fairly, and I could tell he wasn’t trying to tunnel me, but I figured he wasn’t just going to let me go now that he was on my ass again. So I just crouch in front of him and accept my defeat, but then he surprises me. He downs me, then goes on his marry way and leaves me alone. Claudette saves me a second time, and I guess Pyramid Head felt bad for me or something, because after that, he literally left me alone for the remainder of the match. At first, I just figured he was going to be merciful once or twice to actually let me play before I died, but nope! He would only hit me or down me, but refused to hook me. Mind you, this is still before anyone has died, and there is still four more generators to go!

Occasionally he’d start to chase me, but then notice it’s me, and then he’d just turn around and leave. He’d especially chase me off gens like “no. No work for you. Begone Dweet.” One by one, generators were getting completed, I think I did two or three of them if I recall correctly. Anyways, eventually two of my teammates died, unfortunately Jake was the first to go. So then it was just me and Claudette, one generator left, and by this point I’m like “okay, he’s probably gonna kill me now that the match has gone on for a while.” He finds me pretty quickly, downs me, and then he picks me up. I don’t struggle, because he was nice to me and I figure, “hey, it’s been a good match, he can kill me if he wants.” He brings me over to a hook, but instead of hooking me, he drops me right on hatch. It’s still shut because Claudette is still alive. So he leaves me there and goes on the hunt for her. She sneaks over to me and heals me, then I go to work on the last generator. He sees me working on it and just yanks me off of it and it was so funny. Eventually he kills Claudette and gives me hatch. I wanted to message him and tell him thank you, but he was crossplay unfortunately, but damn was he fun. He could’ve been an ass and just killed me from the start, but instead he was super nice and let me go. So, if you were the fully bloody, Rank 2 Pyramid Head who spared a Dwight in a yellow t-shirt and star pants, feel free to DM me because you were hella awesome! You made my day! Although, I do feel bad for that Claudette, poor girl helped me so much and died in the end.

#DBD #dbd dwight #dbd pyramid head #dbd nice killer #dbd killer #dbd survivor #dbd survivor main #survivor main #nice killer #nice pyramid head #dbd experiences #dbd memes #dead by daylight #dead by daylight dwight #dead by daylight pyramid head #pyramid head #dwight fairfield

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morkofday · 3 years

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thank you once again @yibobibo for tagging me ♥ even if, like I said, this is pure torture. I have so many sons that I’ve given up on counting them sigh but here goes.

favourite male fictional characters.

I took it that this meant ten so am going with that (tho am not gonna try and put them into order). am also sticking to all the characters I loved this year. and gonna ramble and add gifs so cutting it here.

1. Liu Sang

The Lost Tomb Reboot/Reunion: The Sound of The Providence

I have so much love for this boy it’s not even healthy. it’s a bit funny tho bc once I started tltr, I didn’t really like him and almost forgot about him as the first season ended. he just felt so annoying and bitter in what I saw him, even if I did get that he had a Tragic BackstoryTM (I felt for him but well. tltr really made him hard to like at first). but then they brought him back in the second season with his sad puppy eyes and inability to handle his thoughts on wu xie and being all touch-starved and pitiful and whatnot and baam, I had the adoption papers ready. he’s wonderful and so strong and so smart and amazing. and liu chang as his actor has been wonderful (and he’s so pretty my god, have you seen him??)

2. Shen Wei

Guardian

never did I expect to just. fall into this hole after a year? I remember what a mess I was when I first watched guardian over a year ago, right after finishing the untamed. I was in shambles even as I knew how it would end. and now I’ve done this all again while also reading the novel and. my love for shen wei, especially bc it’s zhu yilong acting as shen wei? astronomical. I want to write poetry about him and his stupid responsibilities that he chooses to carry silently and his devotion to zhao yunlan and his love for his ppl and his didi and. I hope that one day I manage to write weilan bc I have this one idea and you can come pry it from my cold, dead fingers if it doesn’t get out there (am also super happy about the edit I made bc my god does he deserve at least that)

3. Cloud Strife

Final Fantasy VII

ok so stepping into the video games territory now. I was waiting for the remake like crazy and it was everything to me once the quarantine hit during spring. the game is so beautiful and I felt like I looked at this gorgeous boy once and was ready to give him my heart (tbh am quite sure he owned my heart before I even learned to know him). he is tragic in so many ways (I’ve only scratched the surface of all of his pain I know) and I wish I could just. hug him a lot. he is kind and cares very deeply even if he hates to show it and I love it how remake showed him also just being a human disaster (some of his scenes are just. peak comedy). I would kill for his smile (I have already cried for it a dozen)

4. Geralt of Rivia

The Witcher (The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt)

if there’s one grumpy, brickwall of a man I love, it’s geralt. I affectionately call him “papa wolf” while playing witcher 3 and his voice in it does things to me (I am just so fond of him ok, begone you dirty fuckers). I got introduced to him through the books and adored him in them bc he is so prickly and sarcastic and still so full of love even if he will never admit to it. he is the father figure I wish I could have in real life. (and yes, I’ve seen the tv series (or at least a couple of the first episodes) and it looks stunning but. this is my version of geralt and that’s the hill I will die on)

5. Xiaoge

Zhang Qiling, Daomu Biji (The Lost Tomb 2)

(wow finding a gif for him was a pain, apparently I gotta learn how to gif or?) ah, my dear boy who I’ve ended up just calling xiaoge bc he seems to prefer it over his real name/title/whatever zhang qiling really is. I got introduced to him through tltr where we really didn’t get to know that much about him bc he was just... there. huang junjie was absolutely stunning tho and his soft smiles made me super fond, but only in the lost tomb 2 did I really fall in love with xiaoge as a character. I was surprised tbh bc I didn’t expect it to be this drama? I had so many doubts about the cast in tlt2 but they all delivered! and I think cheng yi’s xiaoge is now my favorite bc he somehow captured that softness and the pain of him? (and we do not talk about that buxun storyline tyvm) tho now that ultimate note is on the way, I gotta say that xiao yuliang does a wonderful job as xiaoge too!

6. Wu Xie

Daomu Biji (Ultimate Note)

(sorry we have to go with a pingxie gif now but maybe it’s only fitting) tbh it’s hard to choose my favorite version of wu xie. I think all of the actors for him have done amazing job showing wu xie in different parts of his life (all of them are very distinct but still feel like the same person) but currently zheng shunxi takes the lead. I really wanted to put the reboot version of him here (bc I love that mature, relaxed and somehow very soft version of him and the angst is phenomenal and the thoughts he has about death... yeah) but I already have zhu yilong’s face here once so :’D wu xie is just one of those characters you cannot not like. he is so strong, so kind, so stubborn, so wonderfully stupid sometimes and in need of careful protection. I also adore it how smart he is and I could listen to him spew history facts for 10 hours straight (even if it was in a tomb full of blood zombies) ♥

7. Jiang Cheng

Jiang Wanyin, The Untamed

my darling boy! my beautiful angry grape! I love him beyond words. I love him in all of his raging, misunderstood, stupid, sassy, constipated, abused, tragic, bitter, big hearted glory. I could write novels about him (and I did and am still writing oh boy) and his love for ppl and his inability to show that love and his loneliness and his issues. I could also write another novel for all of his outfits etc. bc damn, what a fashion king. he is just so great. he owns my soul. he deserves happiness and in this essay I will

8. Isana Yashiro

Adolf K. Weismann, K Project

I rewatched k project this spring bc a) it’s one of my favorite animes ever (it just looks stunning with all the colors) and b) I love yashiro to bits. I remember falling in love with him when I first watched k project many years ago bc he was just so kind and bright. this time though, I ended up seeing another side of him and my god did I cry. he is... so sweet. he cares for others so deeply and is ready to sacrifice so much for them and his love for his two clansmen... yeah. I think I finally saw the tragedy of him too, all the pain and loneliness and insecurity he decides to hide behind his smile and obnoxious personality. he reminded me a lot of myself and watching him made my heart bleed in a good way

9. Qi Tiezui

Ba Ye, The Mystic Nine

(wow am going to riot for the lack of all the gifs hhh) yes, we’re continuing with the dmbj universe that sucked me in big time this year. the drama of the mystic nine wasn’t probably that earth shattering for me as it somehow got boring more than once but I did love ba ye to bits. he was just... so nice? I got it that he was somehow this “comedic relief” in the drama with all of his funny scenes and ridiculous mannerisms but I could see the brilliance of him. he is warm and smart and kind of a romantic too and he cares for all of his friends so deeply? it was also sweet how protective of him his two zhangs were (does that run in the family? the tendency to imprint into one smart but disastrous man and keep him safe? maybe) and I really hope I knew more about him bc he seemed to have a lot of knowledge and a lot of impact to ppl’s lives (I yelled when they mentioned him in ultimate note, I miss him ;;)

10. Dorian Pavus

Dragon Age Inquisition

(yes I’ve been replaying DA:I this year, this counts!) another darling boy! my lovely sass master son! I have so much love for him and his story in DA:I. he is my favorite companion (and his romance is my favorite too, probably obvious in the way am currently romancing him for the third time) and he has given me a lot of strength. the way he stands up against his father, how he’s ready to reform his homeland instead of walking away, how he’s so caring for those he sees struggling... it’s very warming and I feel like I’m safe with him. it feels a bit silly to say that but he really is that comfort character I will seek out when I just want to know am doing fine :’) (and I am so excited to see him again in DA4! probably?)

+ 11. Li Cu

Tomb of the Sea

yes I cheated a bit (with my own rules lol) to fit li cu here. I didn’t really expect to like him or tomb of the sea as much as I did once I started it? I’ve seen leo wu elsewhere before this (battle through the heavens, nirvana in fire) and his face always makes me think about a sad puppy so maybe I just grew fond over li cu instantly bc he was... so hurt? the first episode really slaps you in the face with all of it, showing him being abused, wounded, kidnapped, tortured, used and then just very, very scared and broken. he continues being that throughout the whole drama and I feel like tomb of the sea (or sand sea or sha hai idk) is the darkest and angstiest story in the dmbj universe. I know it deserves to be bc this is a dark time for wu xie but... my darling li cu. I wish him only happiness ;; he was so strong and smart and wonderful in this and it was just so amazing to watch him grow and find his own place in the world just bc he did something himself (even when he got dragged into all of this bc of wu xie) also I support the wu xie adopts li cu -agenda

Honorary mentions:

Zhang Rishan, Xie Yuchen and Hei Xiazi from DMBJ universe. The Twin Jades of Gusu and Ouyang Zizhen from The Untamed. The Iron Bull and Fenris from Dragon Age games. Thane Krios, Kaidan Alenko and Jaal from Mass Effect games. The whole lot of Assassin’s Creed protagonists (especially Ezio Auditore and Shay Cormac). Adam Parrish and Ronan Lynch from The Raven Cycle. Neil Josten from All For The Game. Eduon and March from The Smoke Thieves. Qiling from L.O.R.D. Critical World. Luo Fei from Detective L (played by Bai Yu).

well, with this I can really see that I have a thing for those who are tragic :’D I have a thing for grumpy, prickly and antisocial guys or those who hide their pain behind a smile. maybe it’s bc I am somehow both, even if I can’t show my anger or be mean to others and even if I feel like my smile never sticks either. I just find kinship in all of the characters who are on this list. and I feel like I aspire to be as strong and as kind and as loving despite all the pain I’ve been put through.

thank you, this was so much fun! and sorry I made this so long and so complicated ^^’ but well, there are just way too many male characters I love haha

at the end I want to tag @i-am-just-a-kiddo @ashenwren @kholran @tiesanjiao @lan-xichens @aheartfullofjolllly @manhasetardis and @lzswy ♥ feel free to do this in your own way or not at all! and thank you if you managed to read through my rambling :’D

#tag game #wow this was something #i've been waiting for one #bc there is so much love in me #and this year i've discovered so many #new characters to just gush over #about me #random #edit: added a few characters #and tagged some more ppl sorry #also mobile tumblr wouldnt let me edit so lol

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caandlelit · 4 years

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omg werewolf matsukawa elaborate i want dem hcs

ok so ive got this horrible word doc with my jambled mess of a concept for this witch makki werewolf matsun fic im writing its like 3% done expect it within 2 business years

(edit. this post is too long but i cant stop typing this is good)

werewolf matsun is the SEXIEST idea ever anyone thats done it is doing gods work because that shit is hot . its fucking sexy okay

in my barely formed au he becomes a werewolf in third year

he hears about weird sounds in the forest at night ok

and he convinces witch hanamaki that they shld camp out and see what it is

because he’s been so interested in the witchy supernatural shit since even before he met him

and hanamaki is like okay fine But im wearing my warding pendent and matsukawa is like WHEN WILL U ADMIT YOU’RE A WITCH and hanamaki, mid-putting on his witch hat, ruffles his hair and says idk what ur talking about

they camp out and they’re just bantering and its cute and fun for 2 hours then

matsun hears growling and snapping noises and he’s like hanamaki stay in the fuckin tent

and obviously hanamaki is like on god that is the stupidest thing uve ever said issei no

and matsukawa steps outside and he holds a hand back to stop makki and he steps out and looks around, eyes narrows

and he’s like … straightening up and furrows his brows and ‘theres nothing here’

and he feels like everything is slow and odd and unreal and he turns and sees bright, yellow eyes and he hears the snarl and jerks back

and he’s being attacked and leaped upon and he shouts curses and screams and theres sharp teeth at his side and the smell of matted fur

and hanamaki sprints out and ?? magic spells it away (leave me alone)

what is the spell? what kindof witch is hanamaki? what does he say?

(begone thot!)

the wolf creature howls and thuds off, fast and loping and hanamaki turns and he’s panicked and is like ‘issei? oh FUCK’

matsukawa is like fuck fuck fuck

leaning against a tree and lightheaded and he collapses, head back against the trunk and sweat pouring down his temples, iron in his mouth where hes biting his tongue to keep from scremaing at the sharp pain

touches his side and his fingers come away bloody

his breath is heavy and hes like takahiro im dying

and hanamaki’s dropping down beside him and lifts his arm and says shut the fuck up you’re not dying you asshole and hes sniffling

and matsuns like im sorry i dragged u out here and hanamaki’s like shut up shut up. issei. shit . issei you were right

and hes like wh what was i right about and hes like you were right. im a witch . and youre not fucking dying here, asshole

issei mumbles fuck yeah and does like a little fist pump

and he whispers a spell to carry him over back to his house

and he bandages him up and matsun is tired and in pain and staring at him in the moonlight

MONDAY

go to school and matsun has white bandages wrapped around his side hidden under his shirt and hes a little scraped up even though hanamaki healed and cleaned up as much as he could

someones like oooh matsukawa your arm is scraped up wtf

and hes like yeah man i got in a fight to protect takahiros honor

makki’s like yeah…. :/// he lost

and matsuns like shut up asshole and theyre laughing and theyre good theyre okay

half way through the school day, long and tired and the bell seems louder and harsher and shriller and everything is too bright and loud and making his eyes and ears hurt

in the bathroom matsun takes off the tape bc hes feeling nauseous and everything feels a little too much for some reason hes assuming bc of the wound, maybe its infected

and he checks it while hes inside and the bandages come off and

its clean no bite no blood no mark

and he stares at it and says what the fuck and texts hanamaki

and hanamaki sees the text and its just ‘SOS BATHROOM NOW PLELASE’

asks his teacher to let him go to the bathroom and he steps into the bathroom and matsun spins around and gestures at his side and chest wordlessly

hanamaki like blinks at the sight of matsuns abs and then blinks again at the healed skin and hes like what the fuck

he has sharper vision and sense of smell and hearing

and hes like takahiro……..everything feels horrible and too much and hanamaki’s like ok so what do u want me to do knock u out so u don’t feel anything? and matsukawa’s like huh actually and hana’s like Shut up Dumbass

werewolf matsukawa suddenly stronger and hanamaki so so bitter about it ignoring his personal ‘im attracted to him’ feelings and pretending hes mad abt the super strength

matsukawa’s eyes glinting yellow on occasion and hanamaki trying not to scream bc god that’s sexy

the day they see the healed skin they like walk home silent and shell shocked

matsukawa staring hollowly at the sidewalk his posture lost

hanamaki squinting off into the distance

makki opening his mouth angrily at one point

only to close it defeatedly bc he cant even……

a conversation in hanamaki’s bedroom along the lines of

‘issei why is my life literally teen wolf why am I stiles from teen wolf’

matsun perks up ‘oh that’s dylan o briens character right? does that make me derek !!!’

and hanamaki turns from where hes muttering angrily and squints at him and says slowly

‘why the fu- dude? u r scott ??? because u are a FUCKING WEREWOLF ??????? why would u be derek ???? ur my best friend that turned into a GODDAMN WEREWOLF-‘

‘okok calm down hiro fine fine chill out‘

matsuns like slumping like ‘ugh, scott. i don’t wanna be scott hes painfully straight-‘

and hanamakis like throwing his hands up and shouting like ‘SO THEN !! why would u want to be derek!!!’

and issei’s like ‘…….nevermind we r not in the state to have a conversation about teen wolf, a show neither of us finished and obviously dont have any knowledge about’

im gonna have it properly set in 2013 itll be so cringey and fun

matsukawa also has insomnia and and gets migraines sometimes

and hanamaki’s witchy incense smelling house and bedroom having him nodding off so easily and he sleeps over a lot

especially after he gets bitten, because the migraines get worse

moreso near the full moon

and he comes in through the window and hanamaki is half asleep but always automatically pulls up his blanket and lets him in

big spoon matsun

he curls into his chest as best as he can, pressed tight between the wall and matsukawa

also i have this

italics: makki

bold: mattsun

list of signs pointing towards issei probably being a werewolf:

got bit by a giant dog-creature the bite mark disappeared next day (???? freaky shit)

sudden super healing and durability (useful for when oikawa serves the ball into your head – lmfao)

sudden heightened senses (my headaches r .. multiplying - :( )

sudden super strength (fuck u issei – i didn’t ask to be bitten takahiro – oh no u were bitten how sad for u and ur six pack – the werewolf actually decided i deserve super strength bc of how cool i am – and immeasurable pain every full moon too huh ???? – ...sacrifices were made)

90% sure he got stupider – sign of a dog brain ?? (FUCK OFF – do u want me to explain what a percentage is <3 – no </3)

hair growth (wtf does that mean ??? – it means i suddenly have more chest hair its very weird – ngl to u u were already pretty hairy - fucker)

eyes turn yellow sometimes (wait, really????? – yes its so fucking weird – that sounds fucking epic actually – no comment)

big dick energy went up the ROOF (ok that’s enough asshole – tell me im lying hiro.)

edit: ok the full moon happened we’re all traumatized and hes definitely a FUCKING werewolf.

ill finish this as a fic one day ill post when i do

might also make a useless porno oneshot with just werewolf matsukawa and ? possibly dancer makki im very into dancer makki atm

long post im very sorry but !!!! thanks for the ask

#ask #digimondestined #matsuhana #my writing #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #it is 2:30 am #goodnight guys #haikyuu #this is a fuckin mess and my word doc is even messier #hq

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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

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Ahh I saw you were sad and I know I’m always spamming your ask box but I’m tellin you bokuto would think you’re the most adorable and amazing person he’s ever met. Like when you guys haven’t talked in awhile he would get all emo mode bc he really likes hanging out with you. And literally he would LOVE your body like he loves all body types and he thinks your the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen! Negativity begone, mwuah😌🥺

aww🥺bokuto would be the person that when you’re hanging out and you’re like i have to go soon he’s like 🥺🥺five more minutes??? pleaseeeee?? and then when you do go home he’s super sad and messages you straight away like ‘i had such a fun day!!! i miss you’ agajsg HES SO SWEET

omg bokuto as your personal hype man- like it doesn’t matter how you look whether you’re fat, skinny, chubby, thick whatever he thinks YOURE PENG AF like if you’re dressing up he’s like ‘oh you a bad b🤩’ if you’re in sweatpants w that old t-shirt that REALLY needs to go in the wash hes like you be looking kinda cute😘

when you guys bathe together he lathers your hair with shampoo and spikes your hair up to look like his and gives you a foam beard!!! and i just feel like bc he’s so sensitive emotionally he’s in tune to yours too so he can always tell when you’re feeling a bit diff and he’ll do whatever he can to cheer you up!!! i love bokuto so please

#i have an atsumu drawing wip #but now i’m thinking of leaving it and working on bokuto instead #i love him #interacting #sweetheart asks <3 #sweetheart: ezmariest

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thepuckishrogue · 3 years

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Javier Escuella x GN!Reader in: A Hunter’s Prey

NSFW ABCs || R is for ‘Risk’

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ Previous: …and wake up slow~♪ || Q is for ‘Quickies’

|| f!reader version | gn!reader version | m!reader version ||

|| ao3 version | abcs m.list | rdr m.list | writing blog ||

↠ Requested By: No one, naturally. ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: Not-SFW, obviously. ((MINORS BEGONE!!)) ↠ CWs/TWs: The first half of the ficlet is centered around hunter-prey dynamics. Also slight fearplay?? Maybe??? Like only in as much as I think that hunter-prey always has a bit of an undertone of fear to it, but maybe that’s just me… ↠ Total WC: ~2.6k

It’s like something straight out of a horror movie, this scenario that you’ve willingly put yourself in. You, a professional victim fleeing for their life. He, a hunter diligently seeking out his prey. Not that he has to look too hard, mind. You’re hardly a master of stealth.

↠ In which you take a not-so-leisurely stroll through the forest with Mister Escuella. || A Modern AU

Risk || Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.

He is so down to experiment with you.

Like I said back in ‘N’, there isn’t much he isn’t up for trying at least once. Javier’s the type of guy that sees just about everything as being fair game if it’ll make you both feel good. So long as it won’t end with you being severely injured he’s willing to go for it.

As for risk—well you’ve made it this far into my ABCs so you should know all about his exhibitionist streak by now lol. Stuff like that really gets him going, though in the yeehaw days he knows that he has to keep a rein on his more daring impulses just for safety’s sake. In modern times I canon him as being a hell of a lot more bold, but like within reason. He’s not going to bang in some place that’ll get you arrested or anything like that, but…

Well, okay, so public sex acts are p. illegal, so maybe it’s fairer to say that he won’t do it anywhere super scandalous. As a result you’re well acquainted with every back alley and scenic overlook that the city has to offer lmao. Bathrooms at bars and clubs are old favorites and dressing rooms are also sometimes a thing if he thinks you can get away with it.

Overall he’s pretty open and enthusiastic about sex, so like feel free to go for it because he certainly will!

A Hunter’s Prey || WC: 1.4k~

💦 Tags: Final reminder that this fic contains hunter-prey themes and fearplay by proxy. If such things bother you for whatever reason, then you should click away now as this is not the fic for you.

Javi stalks Reader through the woods for a long while, and once they’re caught, well… it becomes v. apparent that they both enjoyed the chase. There’s some mild dumbification on Reader’s part; it mostly manifests itself in the form of mindless babbling, but it’s quite clear that head is indeed empty. And apparently Javier’s the boy scout of aftercare, because homie’s prepared lmao. There’s a touch of banter towards the end, with promises of more to come once they arrive home…

The beat of your heart pulses in your ears. A rapid, but steady thud-thud-thudding, it drowns out the pant of your breaths, the hammer-like falls of your feet. This cacophony of panic is only heightened by the snapping of twigs that sound from somewhere behind you—or did it come from your left? Your right, maybe? Honestly it’s hard to tell. The forest plays tricks on you like that, carrying echoes through its branches and distorting them in such a way that only a creature far more in tune with its cadence could ever hope to distinguish.

It’s like something straight out of a horror movie, this scenario that you’ve willingly put yourself in.

You, a professional victim fleeing for their life. He, a hunter diligently seeking out his prey.

Not that he has to look too hard, mind. You’re hardly a master of stealth.

You catch a sliver of movement in your peripheral, a flash that’s there and gone too fast for your mind to fully latch on to with any real surety aside from the color. It’s the exact same shade of blue as Javier’s pullover; so deep and shadow-like is its color it could almost be mistaken for black, and surely that’s the reason he’d chosen to shrug into just before you parted at the treeline. His eyes had held a curious type of fire in them then—it was darker, wilder, a white-hot blaze to replace the usual smolder that his eyes held whenever he looked at you. Funny, he’d been so hesitant when you’d first presented the idea of this dynamic to him, and yet after only a couple of days’ worth of research he’s managing to fill his role beautifully.

He is not a wolf stalking its quarry, nor is he a lion circling a morsel or an owl swooping down with talons extended—in this way he is more akin to a cat that has a mouse by its tail.

He has made his skill, his dominance, clear and intentions clearer—he’s toying with you and fuck you if you’re not loving every minute of it.

Another round of breaking branches sound and you silently curse. Were it someone like Charles chasing you, you would never know that he was there until he was standing before you, but your man isn’t one for subtlety. He does not try to hide his approach and in a way that’s far more terrifying than if he were to be whisper silent. There’s something about knowing that he’s just behind you, that he could overtake you at any moment that sends a shiver down your spine even as heat shoots to your core. A new gush of wetness soaks into your underwear and though it makes running just that bit more uncomfortable you don’t dare stop. You keep propelling yourself forwards until your lungs burn, until your legs scream and your stomach churns in revolt of such a punishing pace.

Of course your body demands rest on occasion and the first time you were forced to give in you’d been surprised to find that you weren’t immediately accosted. You had been cowering under a natural overhang trying to catch your breath when you saw him. Javi had stood several feet away propped up against a tree—arms folded, legs extended, and ankles crossed as he had watched you with an almost casual disinterest. Said disinterest was feigned, of course, as you could clearly see the way his eyes tracked your every movement. When this happened for a second, then third time you had finally demanded to know what the hell his deal was, and his reply–

“Prey that doesn’t squirm, that’s too tired to fight back? What’d be the fun in capturing that, amor?” The husk that deepened his voice left you shivering with anticipation.

That was—god, at least an hour ago now. Back when the sun was just starting to make its descent, and the woods had an almost reverent hush about it. Now the world is alive with sounds. Crickets and cicadas sing out opposing choruses below while the occasional rustle sounds from above as diurnal creatures cede ground to their late night counterparts. Shadows stretch and yawn to distort the land around you, making traversing the forest just that little bit more treacherous.

Your pace slows out of necessity, and though you don’t see him, you know that Javier adjusts his own to match the change—or at least that’s what you assume until his scent wafts over you. Sandalwood cut with something fresh and earthy coils around you in a way that says he’s close enough to touch you, and yet he doesn’t move to grab you. Instead he sticks close enough to raise the fine hairs on your body, close enough to send a white-hot jolt of something down your spine. It’s a heady mixture, this feeling of fear and paranoia and arousal; the turbulent blend leaves you lightheaded even as your core throbs and fuck why haven’t you tried this before?

Impossibly you want this to go on forever and to stop all at once. With a mind that is equal parts lust- and fear-addled you’re not sure which side of the dichotomy to give in to, but you quickly find that you don’t have to pick as the decision is being made for you in short order. Strong, inked hands latch on to the knit of your sweater where it sits just above your hips. Despite knowing that it’s your man that has you, you let out a shriek and surge forwards as much as his hold will allow for. The strain of your movement sends you both tumbling to the ground and while you can certainly feel Javi’s weight pressing into your back it’s not as substantial as it could be; when you see the hand that brackets your own you realize that he caught himself and you partly.

His opposite arm is curled around your waist to pull you up and against him while your own hands are digging into greenery that’s more dirt than grass in a mostly successful attempt to keep you from becoming one with it. Your combined efforts have kept you from busting your face, though the snowdrop plant that sits crumpled in your fist hasn’t fared quite as well. The light perfume is cut through by the sharper tang of its crushed green parts to create a cloying mix, though neither scent is quite so potent as that which envelops you from above.

Javier presses a hot, opened mouth kiss against your nape, his tongue snaking out to taste the sweat that mists the back of your neck, before nosing at your ear. “Game over, amor,” he tells you before closing teeth and lips over the lobe and sucking. The feeling leaves you weak, so much so that your arms give out completely. Fortunately for you he seems to have expected this outcome and he braces your now limp and shaking form more firmly against himself.

The adrenaline that floods your veins isn’t exactly abating, but it has lost the edge of fear that initially drove it. In its place is a longing so deep, so desperate that it’s almost unbearable. You grind back into your man with needy little thrusts of your hips; the resulting friction does more for him than it does for you, you’re sure, as his dick is cradled between your cheeks, but fuck if his groan doesn’t hit hard. He ruts back against you as he makes promises of the filthiest kind, and with each lewd word that falls from his lips you feel yourself getting more and more sensitive. Suddenly the rub of your clothes is too much, the ground under your knees too hard, the autumn-cool air too sharp and yet somehow still stifling. Your every sense is heightened, your nerves flayed and raw–

You need to feel him inside of you. Fingers, tongue, cock—you don’t give a shit about what goes where you just need him, now.

“Goddamn. This really got you goin’, huh amor?”

…okay. So, you may have said all of that out loud, but fuck it, you’re too far gone to care at this point. Thankfully your man’s right there with you. Javi pulls you both to your feet only to crash your lips together nearly in the same motion. His kiss is all tongue and teeth and wandering hands and breathy moans.

“I need to get you home, baby,” he tells you before nipping at your bottom lip, “in our bed,” this time he suckles at the still stinging flesh, “so I can fuck you right.”

All you can do is nod frantically before allowing yourself to be kissed stupid again.

Home is several towns over. You don’t make it that far, naturally—hell you barely make it into the backseat.

Everything that precedes him sinking into the waiting warmth of your body is reduced to a colorless blur, with things only coming back into focus when you grind down onto him. The pair of you are far too needy to be gentle, too gone for things to be anything but quick and dirty. Javi’s hips piston into you, his hands gripping your pliant body in a bruising grip as he makes sure that you meet him thrust for thrust. When you feel his lips clamp down around your nipple you realize you’re completely naked and while you have no fucking idea when that happened you’re grateful for the lack because good goddamn his tongue feels amazing—annnd he’s laughing so you probably said that aloud too. Honestly you have no idea what nonsense is pouring from your lips at this point nor do you actually care; there’s no room or even a need for dignity when you’re wrapped up in your lover’s arms like this.

You’re taken through your paces and pushed further towards your end with every pump of his thick cock. You can feel each ridge and vein as they drag against your fluttering walls and it’s good, it’s so damn good, and it only gets better when calloused fingers begin to work against your core. It only takes a few seconds of this coordinated attack to send you flying head first into your bliss. Your reedy cry of release is followed just seconds later by a low, drawn out “Joder” and warmth flooding your insides. Javier’s orgasm is almost enough to trigger a second one from you, though you’re too wrung out to properly chase it down.

He cradles you close afterwards, hands following the line of your spine as he helps to slowly ease you back down from the clouds of pleasure that’re keeping you aloft. Between the ebbing adrenal response and having your insides thoroughly rearranged you’re still too groggy to fully focus on what he’s saying, but the cadence of his voice is more than enough to soothe you. Your eyelids grow heavy with each repetitive stroke and before you know it you’re out like a light.

The feel of the car gliding to a stop wakes you some time later. It takes you a minute to remember why you’re sore and wearing nothing but a blanket in the backseat but once you do you let out a dreamy sigh. Said sigh turns into a breathy moan when you arch into a stretch before moving to sit up. Keeping the blanket tucked firmly around you, because these windows are not at all tinted, you try to get your bearings. From the looks of things you’re a little over halfway home; the realization leaves you feeling a bit shocked as you had to travel nearly two hours to find a stretch of forest that wasn’t occupied by actual hunters or campers. You hadn’t planned on sleeping as long as you have, but in your defense you did get thoroughly fucked after spending the better part of the afternoon doing a running tour of the local-ish woods.

When you catch Javi’s gaze in the rearview his eyes are shining in that love-struck way they have about themselves whenever he’s looking at you. He turns down music that is only noted by its sudden absence before asking you if you slept well. The sluggish nod and yawn combo that you give belies your reply making you both laugh.

“Awww. You’re so cute when you’re like this, babe—all fucked out and sleepy.”

You duck your head as you whine a drawn out “Stoooop…” Though childish, your request gets you what you want all the same. Well mostly. He’s still smirking at you through the mirror, but it’s kinda very-much-so a good look on him so you’ll allow it.

“We’ve still got a bit of a drive ahead of us,” he continues on, “so feel free to drift back off if you wanna. But if you’re hungry there’s snacks and water in the bag—it’s down there, behind the passenger seat…” He makes a sound of affirmation as you heft the thing. “That thermos tucked in on the side’s filled with tea, though it’s probably gone cold by now.”

The thoughtful display is as familiar as anything in your relationship, but you find yourself swooning nonetheless. You coo out your thanks before pulling out a granola bar and a bottle of water, both of which are gone sooner than you expect. You can hear Javi chuckling under his breath at your ravenous display, no doubt the (rightfully) cocky bastard is damn proud of having driven you to this type of hunger as well.

“That’s right, amor, you eat up,” he starts when you tear into the bag of trail mix next, “you’re gonna need all that energy and more when I get you home.”

“That a threat, Escuella?” you ask with an arched brow.

A deliciously dark laugh fills the tiny space with ease. “Oh, baby, you know I don’t bother with threats—that’s a fuckin’ promise.”

Up next: La Petite Mort || S is for ‘Stamina’

You’re not playing any games tonight, not taking on any roles. The only goal that Javi has in mind is to make you come apart as many times as possible and dammit if he isn’t delivering.

↠ In which Javier takes you through your paces. || A Modern AU

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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (144/?)

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Continuity Note: This story takes place about 1000 years before 66 years after the events of Dragon Ball Z.

[3 November, Age 762. Earth.]

"Luffa! Can you hear me? This is Trunks, calling from the Time Nest!"

"I was wondering when you'd call," Luffa said. "I was starting to wonder if this earpiece you gave me got damaged while I was fighting Nappa."

"You did fine with him," Trunks said. "Gohan and Krillin survived, so history is back on course, but your mission isn't over yet. My father... Vegeta, he's still possessed by that purple energy. You'll have to help Goku defeat him to finish the job."

"Help him?" Luffa asked. She had been standing on a rock formation for several minutes, observing their battle from a respectful distance. "First of all, Kakarot seems to be doing just fine on his own. Second, I wouldn't think of dishonoring him by interfering in his battle. That goes for your father, too. We may be enemies in this situation, but we're all Saiyans here."

"Luffa, you don't understand. Someone already interfered in this battle by altering history. Our job is to balance the scales and put things back to normal. I understand that you don't like the idea of double-teaming an opponent, but it's the only way to restore the timeline."

Luffa didn't budge. Overhead, Son Goku and Vegeta were battling through the air, and their blows sounded like thunderclaps whenever they connected.

"You weren't kidding about Kakarot's training in the afterlife," Luffa said. She pulled a chunk of Saibaman out of her pocket and took a bite while she watched. "He's improved a lot since Raditz. It looks like he leapfrogged Nappa while he was at it. And without Nappa to get in the way, your dad shouldn't be too much trouble."

"You're wrong," Trunks said, his voice growing more desperate. "Luffa, I know how this battle is supposed to play out. My father has an ace in the hole. You must have noticed by now. He's got a tail, but Goku doesn't!"

"So what?" Luffa asked. "He'd need the light of Earth's full moon to transform into a giant ape, and the sun hasn't even gone down yet!"

"He doesn't need the moon!" Trunks cried, "he can make his own--"

"Wait a minute," Luffa said before he could finish. "What the hell is he doing up there?"

High above, Vegeta was ranting and raving about how he was willing to destroy the entire planet to win his fight with Goku. Luffa could sense his energy building, and he brought his hands together on the left side of his chest. At the same time, she could sense Goku increasing his own ki to prepare a countermeasure. But this climactic struggle wasn't what had Luffa's attention. She floated up into the air to get a better look at Vegeta's posture.

"Luffa, you've got to do something!" Trunks pleaded through the earpiece. "Goku barely managed to deflect this attack before, but with that dark energy multiplying my father's power, he won't stand a chance!"

But she wasn't listening to him anymore. All around her, the skies trembled from the intensity of power Goku and Vegeta were preparing to fire at one another, but Luffa paid no attention to this either. She simply flew straight towards Vegeta, and just as she reached him, he launched his attack.

"Gallick Gun!" he screamed as he hurled a column of purple light down at the Earth below. Goku responded in kind with his own energy beam, similar to the Gallick Gun, but clearly distinct. Luffa ignored him completely.

"Hey!" she shouted at Vegeta. "Are you making fun of me?!"

"Wh-what?!" Vegeta gasped as he finally noticed her approach.

Luffa held up her hands to match Vegeta's pose. "Don't screw with me, you royalist trash! I never learned how to do the Galick Gun 'properly', and here you are imitating my style! Right in front of me!"

"That's absurd!" Vegeta growled. "This technique has been in my family for centuries! I've never seen you before in my life. Tch! Why am I arguing with you at a time like this? Who the hell are you?"

"Who am I?! I'm the lady that's gonna tear you out of frame!"

"Begone, woman, before I--! No! No!"

It was this distraction that gave Goku the opening he needed. Luffa sensed a sudden surge of ki energy from below, and Vegeta's Gallick Gun was overwhelmed. In mere moments, Vegeta found himself on the defensive, and finally he was engulfed in Goku's bright blue beam, which launched him higher and higher into the atmosphere.

"Damn youuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" Vegeta screamed.

Luffa watched him disappear into the stratosphere and extended the middle fingers of both hands to express her farewells.

"O... okay?" said Trunks through the earpiece. "I guess that's one way to do it."

"So is that it?" Luffa said, finally responding to Trunks. "Wait, is he supposed to die in this battle? Were you born before or after this happened?"

"That isn't the problem!" Trunks said. "He's going to roll off of that Kamehameha wave--"

"Kamayhammy-what?"

"The blast Goku just shot at him!" Trunks said.

"Hey, don't get mad at me for not knowing all this stuff," Luffa shouted. "You're the one who wanted me to beat up your dad."

"He's... going... to come back... and transform into a giant ape," Trunks insisted. "You need to keep Goku alive until the others can help--"

"I keep telling you, he doesn't need any help," Luffa said. "And neither do I. After taking a hit like that, Vegeta won't have enough power left to... wait, what is that?"

Luffa's had once been the Legendary Super Saiyan, but her power had been severely limited after an incredible battle on Planet Nagaoka. She had no idea whether this change was permanent, but she had resolved to carry on at least as far as she could to help Trunks. But the problem was more than just a loss of power. Whatever had happened to Luffa had also affected her ki perception as well. And this was a more dangerous affliction, since she wasn't aware of it. Vegeta rocketed back to the battlefield like a rogue comet, completely catching her off-guard.

"You two bastards have pushed me far enough!" Vegeta roared. "As much as the form disgusts me, I can't think of a better way to finish you than to crush you both as a giant ape!"

Luffa was surprised by his speedy return, but she recovered quickly. "Nice try, idiot. It'll be at least an hour before it's dark enough for the moonlight to work, and I can beat you into the ground long before then!"

"Moonlight?" Goku asked. Luffa knew little about the man, except that he had lived most of his life on Earth, cut off from Saiyan-kind. She was beginning to suspect that didn't even know he was a Saiyan until his brother Raditz invaded.

"Oh, yes, you thought you were very clever, Kakarot." Vegeta snarled. "You destroyed this planet's moon so we wouldn't be able to use it against you. Too bad for you that I have other ways to transform."

With that, Vegeta began to yell. He raised his right hand over his head, and curled his fingers as though grasping at the air. Then a globe of ki energy appeared in his hand, and he made a fiendish grin.

"What the hell is he doing?" Luffa asked Trunks. "He put a big chunk of his ki into that, but he can't hit us both with one attack. Is he trying to blow up the planet again?"

"I already told you--" Trunks tried to explain, but Vegeta beat him to it.

"Burst open and mix!" Vegeta shouted as he launched the energy ball into the sky. Luffa expected it to explode, or to fly back down and attack either Goku or herself. Instead, it diffused into the air, and a curious glow appeared...

"It's artificial moonlight!" Trunks shouted through the earpiece. "If you look at it, you'll turn into a giant ape!"

But Luffa already knew. She could sense Vegeta's power rising as the Oozaru transformation took hold. Nearby, Goku didn't change at all. He had no tail, and he also seemed to have no idea what Saiyans could change this way. As for Luffa herself, she could tell Trunks was still talking, and she could hear Vegeta gloating, but she couldn't make out the words over the pounding rhythm of her own heart.

Real or fake, the light Vegeta had created was all Luffa could see. She could feel herself beginning to change. It was that... tightness in her skin, the sensation that always seemed to come just before her body violently expanded in size. Just like the last time.

On Nagaoka.

When her body nearly tore itself apart!

A chill ran through her entire body, and she made a strange noise that might have been described as a wail. And then, just as she felt the effects of the moonlight taking hold, she shut her eyes tightly and averted her gaze. She wasn't entirely sure of her actions. It was like her body was acting without her. Like dropping a hot potato before feeling the heat.

"No!" she gasped. "No!"

"Luffa, what's happening out there?" Trunks asked.

"Nothing! I'm fine!" Luffa lied. She reached for the earpiece to remove it, or at least turn it off. But her hands were trembling too badly for her to get a proper grip. In her frustration, she fired a small ki blast at the side of her head and fried the device. She smelled burnt hair and electronics, but not burnt flesh, so she was satisfied that she still had at least some control over herself.

"It's all in your head, you coward!" she snarled as she tucked her hands under her shoulders. It didn't help. She was shaking all over now. It wasn't just the Golden Ape transformation on Nagaoka that haunted her. She found herself recalling the Tikosi Hiveworld as well. There, the insectoid scientists of the Tikosi conducted cruel experiments on her. One in particular was designed to trigger her Giant Ape transformation, only to cancel it partway. They would turn her back and forth, or simply leave her suspended between forms. She thought she had worked past that trauma, but Vegeta had proven otherwise.

Not far away, she could sense Vegeta chasing after Son Goku. Trunks had told her that the mission depended on her keeping him alive. Instead, she found herself running in the other direction, desperate to get control over herself. As she moved, she fired wildly in the direction of the false moon, but it didn't seem to do any good. Vegeta's technique was a substitute for a genuine moon. It only made sense that it couldn't be destroyed as easily as the real thing. She crouched on the ground and cursed herself for lying down in a fetal position while she took stock of her situation.

"Shouldn't have blasted my own ear like that," she grumbled between rapid breaths. "But at least the other one still works. And I can open my damn eyes as long as I keep my back to that light. That's easy, right? So why won't I open my eyes? Oh, you know why not, dammit! Dammit!"

She wished that her wife was here. It had taken so long for her to go to Zatte when these episodes happened, and sometimes Luffa wasn't sure Zatte had been able to help much, but at least it had been better than gutting it out alone, and this was worse than just about any nightmare she'd had. But Zatte was gone, maybe forever. Just like Dr. Topsas, and all of her other friends, and her parents, and her son... And it wasn't difficult to blame herself for that situation. She had been too weak, too afraid, and too unworthy, and so she had lost them all, one by one. And now Trunks was learning that lesson just like everyone else. All that mattered about her was the Super Saiyan, and that was over now. Without that thing, she was nothing special, just a woman teetering on the brink of madness.

Instinctively, she curled her tail between her legs, and felt its fur in her still-trembling hands. In her darkest hours, Luffa had taken solace in her tail, both for the Saiyan pride it represented, and for the intensive effort she had put into training it as a child. From a young age, she had believed that if she could overcome the weakness in her tail, she could rise above any other obstacle. It was why she had taken such offense at Saiyans like King Rehval, who encouraged their people to amputate their tails. She could hear Goku's agonized screams, even at this distance. Vegeta had kept his tail, and it was clear which one of them had made the right decision.

There was a simple solution to her problem. Luffa could cut off her tail, here, and now, and then she could fight Vegeta without worrying about the fake moon. It wouldn't be that difficult. One sharp twist and it would all be over. It would hurt, but she had suffered far worse pain in her short lifetime. It would betray her Saiyan pride, but Luffa didn't have much of that left anymore. Rehval had shown her just how despicable the Saiyan race could truly be, and Raditz had shown her that there were even lower depths they could sink to. Was this why Goku and Trunks had no tail? Had they learned the same painful lesson that Luffa was contemplating now?

Goku's howls grew louder, and Luffa's fear began to give way to rage. She wanted Vegeta to pay for this humiliation, and if mutilating herself got the job done, then maybe it was worth it. And then she heard another scream.

It was Vegeta. She could barely sense any power from Goku at all, but he had used what little he had to fire a parting shot.

"Hah!" she whispered through clenched teeth. "Kakarot, you dog."

Luffa rose to her feet.

*******

"My eye! How dare you!" Vegeta roared.

At the ape's feet, Goku lay broken and defeated, but still defiant.

"Heh! Somethin' for ya to remember me by," he gasped.

Vegeta raised his massive paw to crush his enemy, but then he cried out in pain once again. When he turned to see who had attacked him, he couldn't help but laugh.

"You again!" he chuckled. "And here I thought you had lost your will to fight, woman! Maybe you have. If you transformed yourself the way I have, then you might stand a chance. But it looks like you've come here to die instead!"

Luffa pointed her hand at him, still keeping her eyes shut. Her tail waved behind her back. "I don't need the Oozaru form to beat you down, Vegeta," she said. "Maybe I'll take out your other eye and finish what Kakarot started."

"You filthy scumbag!" Vegeta snarled. "You dare to challenge me, but you're too frightened of the moonlight to even open your eyes! When I'm through with you, I'll make what I did to Kakarot seem quick and painless!"

Luffa waved her hand to encourage him to attack. "Kill me if you think you can kill me," she said darkly. "It's your only chance."

He rushed towards her, just as Luffa expected him to. The fear had not subsided, nor had the trembling in her body, but Luffa still had enough in her to keep the Giant Ape busy. She dodged his blows, and while she couldn't see which of his eyes was injured, it was easy enough to deduce it from his movements. Luffa made sure to stay on his blind side and fired as many ki blasts into his flank as she could muster.

It wasn't about beating him. She would if she could, but she knew the goal now had to be to stall him. From Trunks' perspective, this battle was history, and it had already been fought and won without Luffa's involvement. All she had to do was keep Vegeta too occupied to kill anyone that he wasn't supposed to. All she had to do was counteract the dark energy that still churned inside of him. Luffa could sense this on top of his Saiyan power, and she knew that this alien power was her true enemy.

As she ducked and dodged, she fought to overcome her terror. It was just like it had been with Nappa. Each time he hit her, she felt herself getting stronger. Against Vegeta, she doubted that she could survive many of his attacks, so she focused on mental strength instead. Each blow he failed to land was a boost for her confidence.

This was the wisdom she had gained from her tail. This was why she couldn't cut it off, even now, when it made all the sense in the world. As a little girl, she had forced herself to overcome her weakness. Not all at once, like some brazen Super Saiyan smashing her way through entire armies, but one step at a time. She would survive this Vegeta, and then she would overcome him, and then she would surpass him. That was the way of her people. Maybe they had all forgotten, but she still remembered.

And she always would.

*******

[February 25, Age 850. Toki Toki City.]

Luffa returned to the Time Nest victorious, but badly hurt. In the unadulterated history, the fateful battle between Goku and Vegeta was a mismatch to begin with. Between the dark energy amplifying Vegeta's strength, and Luffa's mysteriously diminished power, restoring the timeline had proven just as tricky.

"I'm just glad that fat guy with the sword showed up when he did," Luffa grumbled as she wiped the blood off her face. "Your dad's one stubborn bastard, that's for sure."

"I'm sorry. I should have retrieved you from the time jump," Trunks said. He reached out to help Luffa up off the floor.

She nearly waved him off, but thought better of it and accepted his help. It wasn't because she wanted it, but she suddenly realized how little she knew about Trunks, or this world he had dragged her into. Helping him had been almost automatic for her, after years of diving headlong into adventures as a Super Saiyan, but the fight with Vegeta and Nappa had forced her to admit that those days were behind her, at least for the time being. This new situation called for a more cautious approach. She wasn't sure she could trust Trunks, but it might work to her favor to get him to think he could trust her.

"Thanks," she said, hoping that it sounded sincere.

"It's the least I can do," Trunks said. "I wish I could join you on these missions, but I need to stay here in case I get a bead on whoever's behind this."

"Don't worry about me," Luffa said. "I may look pretty banged up, but I got a lot out of that last scrap just now. My power isn't back to normal yet, but with a few more fights like that one, and I'll be ready for anything."

"It's not that," Trunks said. "You were chosen by Shenron, so I know you can handle it. It's just... well, I wouldn't mind fighting with my father one more time, even if it's on opposite sides."

"I wouldn't know," Luffa mumbled. She had killed her own father long ago, and found the experience disappointingly anticlimactic. She wasn't sure if she envied Trunks or pitied him.

He led her out of the Time Vault, but before they could leave the Time Nest, he heard a noise from above, and they looked up to find a large bird soaring in the upper reaches of the Time Nest. It suddenly occurred to Luffa that the entire structure of this place resembled an enormous birdcage floating in some sort of green cosmic haze.

Then they heard the click of heels on the cobblestone road that connected the Time Vault to the portal leading to the city, and they looked down to see someone walking towards them. It was a woman, even shorter than Luffa, with mauve skin and coral pink hair. Her clothes were similar to Luffa's compression shirt and baggy pants, but over this she wore a purple jacket with a yellow sash tied around the waist. The cut of the jacket was unusual, as the lower section billowed out around her lower legs, almost like a dress. The upper section stopped at her torso and wrapped loosely about her arms, exposing her shoulders completely. Her neck-length hair was styled in a way that revealed her pointed ears and a pair of large yellow gems that hung from her lobes.

"He-loooooo!" she said cheerfully. As Trunks nervously returned her greeting, she noticed Luffa, and waved to her.

"Er, this is the Master of the Time Nest," Trunks explained. "She's the Supreme Kai of Time, and a very important person."

As he said all of this, the Kai stood behind him and began posing and making silly faces. Luffa had no idea how to take this.

"Kai," Luffa said. "I've heard about them before. They're like the kami, who oversee different planets, right?"

"Sort of," Trunks said. "Only the Kais are on a level above that. And the Supreme Kais are higher still. She manages the flow of time throughout the entire universe, keeping a close eye on history and protecting it."

As he said this, the bird that had been circling above them chose this moment to alight on the Supreme Kai of Time's head. It was at this moment Luffa noticed that the bird was about the same size as the Kai. Before she could ask what the bird was called, the Kai angrily shooed it off of her head and started scolding it like a child. The bird cooed in reply, and it was impossible to tell if it understood her words or not.

Luffa looked at Trunks, who seemed even more confused, if such a thing was possible.

"Well, like I said, she's an important person. Just trust me..." he said with an awkward chuckle.

Luffa shrugged and nodded indifferently. When it became clear that the Kai was no longer paying attention to them, Trunks resumed escorting Luffa to the city.

*******

Luffa's second visit to the hospital was much shorter than the first. The Namekian healer, Pulmon, rejuvenated her just as quickly as before, and this time she didn't need to sleep. After her discharge, she and Trunks began to roam the walkways of Toki Toki City

"I'm still waiting to hear back from Admin about your quarters," Trunks said. "It's probably going to take a while to get you back home. The Dragon Balls won't reactivate for at least six months, and that's assuming we won't need them for some other crisis."

"Don't worry about it," Luffa said. "I... I don't really have any pressing business waiting for me. Besides, I can always take a spaceship."

"We, uh, don't really have those here," Trunks said.

"You can travel through time, but not space?"

"Pretty much," Trunks said. "The Supreme Kai of Time created Toki Toki City as a base for the Time Patrol. Most of us are from Earth, and Earth is pretty isolated from the rest of the universe."

"That's pretty much what Pulmon told me about his own people," Luffa said. "I was asking him about The Camelian Empire, trying to get a handle on how far it is from Earth, but he said he'd never heard of it."

"The Camelian Empire?" Trunks said. "I've never heard of it either. Is that where you're from?"

"No," Luffa said. "I was born in interstellar space. Never spent too much time in one place. I lived on a few planets for a while, but none of them were what you'd call landmarks. But Camelia's a big deal, with a lot of star systems under their control. If I knew where that was in relation to Earth, I could get my bearings. But it's starting to sound like this is a pretty isolated part of the galaxy, or maybe a whole other galaxy."

"We'll get to the bottom of this, Luffa," Trunks said. "But I appreciate you helping us out in the meantime."

"Don't mention it," Luffa said. "You've got Saiyan blood yourself. So you know I'd go stir crazy without some action. What I don't understand is how even the Saiyans I've been fighting could be so different from the ones I know," Luffa said. "Nappa claimed that your father was the result of generations of breeding, like he was this ultimate warrior, but he wasn't that strong. If my ki wasn't all out of whack, I could have taken care of them both without any trouble. So what was he bragging about?"

"Well, my father was the strongest Saiyan of that era," Trunks said. "From what I've heard, back on Planet Vegeta--"

"Yeah, Nappa mentioned a Planet named after your old man," Luffa said. "I've never heard of it. It's like there was this whole other population of Saiyans completely cut off from mine, with their own kings. Could this be connected to whoever's been changing history?"

"Hmm... Well, it's not impossible," Trunks said. "But the temporal incursions we've been seeing are all confined to a fairly recent period, a few decades at most. I think the enemy would have to go back pretty far to change the Saiyan homeworld. On the other hand, I've gotta admit, I know a lot more about time travel than Saiyan history. Wait a minute... of course!"

"What is it?" Luffa asked.

Trunks drove his left fist against his right palm as he spoke. "I should have thought of this before," he said. "We have a research division in the Time Patrol. One of them could probably clear this up for us. They might even be able to track down some planets you're familiar with."

"Perfect," Luffa said. "Where do we find these guys?"

Before Trunks could answer, there was a beeping noise from inside the sleeve of his jacket. He held up his left hand to reveal a wristwatch communicator.

"It's the Supreme Kai of Time," Trunks said. "She must have discovered another change in history." He touched a button on the face of his watch and said: "This is Trunks. Go ahead."

"What's the big idea walking out on me while I was dealing with Tokitoki?" replied the agitated voice on the other end of the call. "That's extremely disrespectful, you know!"

"I--! I'm sorry!" Trunks said. "I just... it seemed like you were busy, and I needed to see to Luffa's injuries and--"

"What sort of example does that set for a new recruit, huh? Did you even think of that? Look, just get back here, okay? I need to show you something!"

"R-right!" Trunks said. He switched off the transmission and hung his head. "I need to go," he said with a sigh. "It sounds like something important. At least, I hope it is..."

Luffa began to crack her knuckles. "If it's another mission, that suits me just fine," she said. "I need to blow off some steam."

"No, if she didn't want me to come alone, she would have said so," Trunks said. "And this might just be a waste of time. You can talk to someone at the Research building while I handle this." He pointed to a box-shaped building in the distance. "Number 731. You can't miss it. Just tell them I sent you. You can find me at the Time Nest when you're finished."

With that, he turned and ran, leaving Luffa by herself. She shrugged, and made her way to the structure. As she approached, she stared at the large glyphs on its wall and tried to memorize them for future reference.

*******

The inside of the Time Patrol Research Corps building looked completely different from the high-tech exterior. The walls were stone and ceramic tile, and the lighting was produced by a series of long tubes that hung from electrical fixtures on the ceiling. Along the halls were wooden doors with square glass window panes. As Luffa couldn't read the room numbers or the placards, she simply peeked into each window, looking for an unlocked office with someone inside. When she finally found one, she couldn't see anyone through the window, but she could hear voices from within. She took five steps inside, and discovered a man and a woman leaned up against a desk, making out.

"Whoa!" Luffa said as she averted her gaze.

"Uh! Can I help you?" the man blurted out awkwardly.

"Right! Yes!" the woman added. "Can I help you? Um, also?"

They were fully dressed, but Luffa was unsettled enough that she held up her arm, as though afraid to look directly at them. "I... I need a historian?" she said. "Someone who specializes in Saiyan history, maybe?"

"Oh! Um... well I'm a dietitian," the man said.

"I don't actually work here," the woman said. "I'm with maintenance. Here to fix..."

"The wiring."

"Right! Yeah, the wiring. I should... really get back to that."

"Look, I just need to know where your history department is," Luffa said, "and I'll let you get back to... whatever you were doing."

"Dewar's still here, isn't he?" the woman asked.

"Probably. He almost never leaves his office. He's down in the basement. Room Number 034."

"Look, let's just assume I can't read," Luffa said. She didn't particularly want either of them to show her where to go, but she didn't want to waste time either.

"It's the room with the foil on the window," the man said. "You can't miss it."

Luffa muttered a few words of gratitude and shut the door behind her. Two minutes later, she stood before an identical door in an identical hallway, only this one was underground, and the door had aluminum foil covering the window. She could hear people talking and laughing inside. Having lost a good deal of patience, she didn't bother knocking, and simply walked right in.

She found an alien inside, sitting in an old leather office chair. He looked mostly humanoid, save for a thick tail that he had threaded between the back of the chair and the seat. His feet were propped up on a bookshelf. They looked like the toes of a bird, or some sort of dinosaur. His hairless head had an odd shape to it, like a nut with a slight point at the top. And his skin was a pale blue color. He didn't even notice Luffa's entrance. His attention was firmly on a small video monitor that was sitting on top of a file cabinet.

"Ha! That's what you get, Queen Trowel! Next time, listen to your advisers instead of cutting out their tongues! Huh? Hah?"

He cupped his hand over one of the rimmed holes on the sides of his head and leaned closer to the screen. "What was that, Your Majesty? You say there won't be a next time, because Sergeant Prunshir shot you a hundred times? Ohhhhh! Who could have seen that coming? Heh heh heh!"

"Are you Dewar or not?" Luffa asked, startling the alien. In his excitment, he dropped the box of snacks he was holding.

"Holy crap," he yelled, gasping at the chest of his tank top. "Oi, what's the big idea? The sign on the door says 'Do Not Disturb', doesn't it? Can't you read?"

"No, I can't," Luffa said.

"Oh." He put his thumb on his chin and considered the door behind Luffa. "Maybe I should look into a pictogram. Something with a picture of a guy knocking, because apparently nobody knows how to do that anymore!"

"Oh, I know how to knock," Luffa said, "I just don't care. I need a historian. Trunks sent me here."

"Trunks?!" he asked. "Welllllll now, this just got very interesting. The big shot Time Patrollers don't usually call down here for us little old researchers." He reached for a holster that was lying haphazardly across his desk, and as he stood up to wrap it around his waist, his tail snaked into one of the desk drawers and produced a pistol.

"What's the gun for?" Luffa asked.

"What isn't it for?" Dewar said as he held it up and admired the craftsmanship of it. "I'm nowhere near as strong as Trunks, but I've done a few field missions from time to time. Never let it be said that Dewar, pride of the Research Corps, can't hold his own in a fight. But it never hurts to have a little insurance, eh?"

"Pride of the...? They stuck you in the basement," Luffa grumbled. "Look, this isn't a field mission, at least not yet. I just needed to pick your brain for a minute." She pointed at the monitor he had been watching. "Maybe you can pull up some images from history, like whatever you're working on here."

"Oh, that?" Dewar said with a chuckle. He reached out with his tail and pressed the "off" button with the very tip. "This is just a TV set. I was watching some old dramas from Ryno VII."

Luffa put her hand over her face and shook her head.

"What?" he asked. "It's an important window into their culture!"

"I need to talk to someone about Saiyan history," Luffa said. "Do you know anything about that?"

"Saiyans? Wellllll now, the plot thickens, eh? Let me just get my notes and I'll join you both at the Time Nest."

"No," Luffa said. "Just you and me. For now. I mean... Trunks has a lot going on, right? No need to pull him away from what he's doing."

"Hmm, I guess he is a pretty busy guy. Fine, where's your quarters?"

"I don't have a room assignment," Luffa said. "I don't know what the holdup is."

Dewar threw his hands up. "Those dopes in Admin!" he said. "Always taking their sweet time. Looks like I'll have to bail them out again!"

Before Luffa could ask what he meant, he reached into the pocket of his jeans and withdrew a device that looked like a large pen. He then powered up a computer terminal in the corner, and plugged the pen into an access port on the side.

"What are you doing?" Luffa asked.

"Admin goes through all these silly algorithms to assign living quarters," Dewar explained. "It's all a lot of nonsense. Somebody tried to rig it to match roommates by blood types, which only slows things down. Fortunately, I, er, acquired a master access fob a while back. Oh, I told myself I'd only use it in an emergency, but the bureaucratic wheels turn so damn slow, and there's so many poor souls like yourself who cry out for help. I can't just leave you on the streets, now can I? What did you say your name was?"

"Luffa," she groaned.

"Ah, nice name. Haven't heard that one before, but very Saiyan. There we are! See? Now this was exactly what I was talking about. They've got a dozen openings, but they're waiting on results from some personality quiz that you probably didn't even know you were supposed to take! Wellllll now, I'll just fix that. Favorite food...? Cup noodle, of course. Tree you identify with...? Redwood sounds good."

"What's a redwood?" Luffa asked.

Dewar shrugged without looking up from his work. "Never seen one before, but I'm guessing they're red. And... blood type is XJ3. A minute to process the data, annnnnnnd... Bingo!"

He snapped his fingers and looked back to Luffa. "Piece of cake! Come on, Luffa, let's take a look at your new home at..." He looked back at the screen to read the address, and his mood quickly deflated. "Oh... oh nooo..."

"What is it?" Luffa asked.

"Er, nothing! Nothing to worry about!" he said cheerfully. "I just noticed that you've got a roommate! Nothing to worry about. I'm sure you'll get along just fine. Jayncho's a little anti-social, but once you get to know her, she's a really nice lady! Heh heh! Uh... yes."

He shut off his computer and gestured for Luffa to follow him out of the office. As she followed, Luffa noticed that he was still carrying his sidearm...

NEXT: Fitting In.

#dragon ball #fanfiction #lssjluffafic #luffa #trunks #vegeta #goku #dewar #chronoa #toki toki #toki toki city #earth

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#3 indruck for the supers prompt please? Feel free to play around with it!

Here we go! It got a bit angstier in the middle than I initially planned, but don’t worry, it all turns out okay.

3 Okay so when they wink at me after a great comeback, is that just their charismatic arrogance or do they maybe like me back?

“Guess I really am a ‘bright beacon of hope’ cause you keep comin to me like a moth to a flame.”

The Bear winks at him and Indrid, who saw the trap coming and stepped into it anyway because he really wants those blueprints, finds himself surrounded by the rest of the Pine Guard.

“Oughta call yourself Luna Moth, cause you’re driving me crazy.” This the Bear growls after Indrid gets off multiple successful strikes of his sonic disorienter wrong-footing the enemy.

“There is no correlation between the lunar cycle and insanity.”

“It was a joke Agent, oh fuck where’d he go?” Was the last thing Indrid heard as he took flight off the roof.

“Was gonna ask you back to my place, but it looks like you’re all tied up.” This was whispered in his ear as he struggled in the grasp of The Bear’s strange, whip-like sword. It took a headbutt to get free of that one, the split lip aggravatingly increasing the appeal of The Bear’s face.

That incident was a mere hour and half ago. Were Indrid thinking clearly, he’d be pondering why he Bear had put them so close together when he knew full well Indrid had escaped that exact same scenario several times before.

Instead, he’s just cum across his bedspread imagining exactly what the bear could do to him in his hideout, Indrid tied up all the while (though not by that unpleasant sword). Imagining a strong, warm hand around his cock and his throat (he hasn’t been able to keep warm since the accident), coaxing him to surrender to pleasure.

This is not an unusual post-battle activity for him lately. The Bear has grown more flirtatious in his banter. It doesn’t help that the hero is exactly the kind of man Indrid pursued and bedded in happier times.

What’s stranger is that The Bear isn’t terribly arrogant otherwise, so the winking truly feels less like gloating and more like a come-on.

Indrid hasn’t been too bothered by his desires these past months.

Until now. Because this time, as he lays panting into the black flannel pillows, his mind continues spinning. But instead of his grocery list or new invention ideas, it wanders straight back into muscular arms. He wonders if The Bear is a cuddler. That would be nice, as he looks so very soft in places. And his drawl is probably comforting, hushed and close under the covers. Indrid, who hasn’t had a good nights sleep in two years, pictures himself drifting off peacefully in a tender embrace.

“What in the hell?” He mutters, shaking his head as he sits up. The lights in the bathroom highlight the sickly red glow of his eyes, the black of his claws, the strange white of his pointed teeth in an otherwise human face as he address himself in the mirror

“Get a hold of yourself, Cold. You are slipping.”

He washes his hands, splashes cold water on his face, looks at his reflection, “There is no explanation beyond him toying with you. You are a monster.”

He flexes his ragged, black wings for emphasis.

“You are enemies. No matter how charming he is. No matter how many times he’s-”

Saved your life?

Spared you capture?

“He’s a hero, that is what hero do.”

Offered you help?

Spoken to you more than fought with you?

This is pathetic. He’s allowed the Bear too much power over him. Had he meant to give it, he would feel differently. But now he’s in a freefall, eyes shut in hopes someone else will keep him from hitting the ground .

He has to regain an edge.

The futures roll through his head, unbidden. But he’s learned how to control them, he knows how to find what he needs in them. Concentrating, he sorts through them instant by instant and soon he has exactly what he’s looking for.

He looks into the mirror, and his reflection grins, horror movie wide, back at him.

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It’s only The Bear who comes for him the next time. He makes sure of it by choosing a low level crime that will still bring the hero running.

“Really, Emperor Moth, a forest fire? Do I even gotta say how I feel about those?”

“No. And I have decided that after years of trying to prevent disaster and being scorned, I am ready to bring them upon those who did not listen to me.”

“Damn, that’s dramatic even for you.”

Indrid huffs, drawing himself up to stare at the hero, “Begone, ursine irritation, or I will end you and put your stuffed body in my mansion.”

“You don’t have a mansion. Besides,” that cocky grin is back, “other ways of stuffin a bear that I like a lot better.”

He can’t stop the blush, even as he sees his chance for the upper hand.

“There’s also more than one way to catch a Duck.”

The hero freezes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He says in the voice of someone who knows exactly what it means.

“I mean, Duck Newton, ranger in this very national forest, that you do not have the upper hand you think you do.”

“Shit, your powers-”

“Yes.” Indrid snarls lunging forward and knocking Duck backwards. The other man drops easily, doesn’t move a muscle when Indrid traps both hands beneath clawed fingers, “There are so many things I know because of them. But there’s one I do not. And I intend to learn it.”

His grin spurs Duck to move, thrashing ineffectively. Indrid uses Duck’s momentum to his favor, lets the hero flip himself onto his stomach, offering Indrid the chance to use the one hold Duck has trouble escaping even with all his strength.

“Ah ah, none of that. It’s high time you and I had a discussion.”

“Fine,” Duck spits into the ground, “do your worst. Just, just promise me you’ll leave the others out of it.”

“Excuse me?” Indrid sees the futures resetting and his self-loathing doubles.

“The other heroes, Lady Flame and The Crooked Man and all them. And, well, anyone who ain’t a hero who I care about. Promise me you won’t go after them.”

“Is that truly what you think of me?” Indrid whispers, releasing his hold.

Duck flips back over with enough force to throw Indrid several feet away, “You just lured me into the woods to brag about knowin my name, what the fuck else should I think?”

“You’re right, that is a logical conclusion.” Indrid says weakly, sitting up, “And you answered my question. I knew you couldn’t possibly feel anything fond towards me.”

Crickets chirp and fireflies flicker in the space between them as neither speaks for a two second eternity. Indrid looks down, ashamed.

“Hold up, you were tryin to figure out my...feelings for you? What, uh, what makes you think I even got any?”

“Oh please, you’ve grown increasingly flirtatious during our fights. You’ve shown me mercy when many others wouldn’t have. And please don’t attempt to lie. We both know how that goes.”

“Yeah.” Duck scratches the back of his neck, sheepishly, “See, I knew folks had tried to talk you into comin over to our side before. But no one had tried, uh, romacin you over.”

Indrid’s fingers curl in the grass beneath him, “Were you trying to seduce me over to your side?”

“I mean, that was part of my original plan. But you gotta understand there was more to it than that. I knew that before you started bein a villain, you were an artist and sometimes citizen scientist. And then-”

“Yes, yes” Indrid rubs his temples, “I experienced an accident that lead to the development of my future seeing capabilities and changed my appearance. Every book, blog, and news story that’s included me in it repeats that, there’s no need to rehash it here.”

“You didn’t let me finish; I also know you were the fella that tipped off the EPA to the fact that GenTech was pollutin the water.”

Indrid blinks, “How?”

“I was workin the ranger station the day a fella named Indrid Cold asked Juno to come out an look at some frogs. Mutated ones, ones he’d been watchin and drawin since they were tadpoles. Heard him say he was gonna do somethin about it. Then suddenly the nice, cute, quiet fella with the silver hair ain’t shown up in two weeks, when normally he comes by every few days to draw in the park. And the CEO of GenTech is on T.V sayin how pleased he is that the EPA investigation went nowhere because the informant 'skipped town.’“

He shudders as the memories close in with each word of his confession, “They released a toxin. In my apartment. I’m certain they thought it would kill me. I woke up to my wings splitting through my skin, a cacophony of futures in my mind. I was so frightened, I kept screaming for help. They’d had their goons pose as emergency personnel, evacuating the building for a ‘gas leak.’ No one came to help me. I passed out in pain and confusion, only came to when they chucked me into the lake, weights tied to me. Thank heavens for my claws.”

He doesn't want to keep speaking, eyes stinging and throat as tight as it was the night he lay gasping on his floor.

Duck’s drawl is soft when he, mercifully, continues his story rather than pressing Indrid for more of his, “Then another two weeks go by, and I get a funny phone call at the station, warnin me that there’s gonna be a downpour that sends a mudslide into one of the most crowded campsites, killin twenty five. Thacker and me evacuated. No one died. Found out later lots of other folks got calls like that over the course of a few weeks, but most ignored ‘em, thought the fella was crazy. Six months later the calls stop and Emperor Moth kidnaps GenTechs CEO. And, well, you know our history from there.”

“You’ve known who I was this whole time?”

“Had a hunch. Started payin closer attention to you when we met, and recognized your features, even with the glasses and the changes from the toxin. Remembered you talkin with me at the station, the way you’d laugh, how excited you got when you saw it was me workin. Thought maybe I might be able to win you back.”

Indrid tucks his knees to his chest, rests his forehead against them

“You ain’t a monster Indrid. Hell, you ain’t even much of a villain.” Fabric scuffing along grass and dirt signals Duck coming closer, and Indrid wraps his wings around himself.

“Whoah, hey now, I ain’t gonna hurt you. Far as I’m concerned, unless you haul off and punch me or somethin we got a truce.” Warm fingertips press the edges of his wings and he retracts them stiffly, nerves too taut with leftover adrenaline and buried memories for his body to relax.

“Indrid?”

He looks up simultaneously hating the concern on Duck’s face and dying to throw himself forward to beg for forgiveness, for comfort. For Duck to say his name again.

“No one’s called me that in two years.”

“Always liked it. Was distinct, same as you.”

“Not nearly as creative as Duck.”

“It’s a nickname.”

“It’s a good one.”

Duck continues stroking the edge of his wing, “You wanna come back to my hideout?”

“You’d show me? Just like that?”

A shrug, “You tellin me you wanna jump right back in to bein the scary villain who wants to hunt me down.”

“No.” Indrid replies meekly, “I want, ah, hmmm, honeslty I want to bury myself in the earth like a cicada can come out in a few decades.”

“Den’s underground. How about you plan on layin low there for a bit, takin some time to sort things out and rest?”

“That’s a start, wait, did you seriously name your hideout-”

“The Bear Den? Yep.” Duck helps Indrid up, loops his right arm through Indrid’s left and guides him towards the south end of the forest.

“By the by, I know that weren’t gasoline you tossed everywhere. Thanks for waterin the plants.”

“You’re welcome.”

They hit a frontage road and follow it, “I’m sorry if the flirtin messed with you at all. Didn’t mean for it to. But I meant every word. You look damn good in black.”

“Thank you.” Indrid chuckles, “You look striking in many shades of green.”

“You know it. Here we are.”

“This is a cabin.”

Duck bends over and puts his hand on the cellar doors. There are three distinct clicks, and then the faux wood panels slide back.

“Oooh, very nice.”

“Pretty pleased with it. Took a few designs to get the camouflage right.” He takes the first step down, turns and offers Indrid his hand. When Indrid takes it, rough, gentle lips meet the back of his hand.

When their eyes meet, he’s grinning like a lovesick teenager and Duck’s eyes put the fireflies to shame.

“Welcome home, Indrid.”

Indrid would like to say that he spent his first night pouring out his soul, atoning for all his wrongs, and taking stock of his life and needs.

But the truth is that it takes only a few minutes before he’s staggering into a warm, cozy bedroom and burrowing beneath covers of the large bed. Duck takes up a spot beside him, reading contentedly as Indrid settles in. Then Indrid curls up against him, and as a kind, comforting hand caresses his wings and hair he falls hard and gratefully into a peaceful sleep.

#Indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #prompt fill #superhero au

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