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Your writing is so amazing!!! Could we get #14 for shigadabi?

Prompt: heat/Sex pollen/love potion

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Sex Pollen, Fuck or Die, Begging, Dacryphillia, Multiple Orgasms, Handcuffs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Dry Humping, Handjobs, Praise Kink, Dub-Con associated with this trope that is recognized by the characters involved and discussed within the narrative followed up by enthusiastic consent.

Everything happens so fast. Goes from a tense but potentially fruitful meeting with a small group of villains who specialize in chemical compounds and weaponry, a contact that Toga and Twice managed to learn about during their time with the Shie Hassaikai. People without resources now that Overhaul has been taken out of the picture and desperate enough to keep doing their research they seemed willing to overlook their part in that. People who, they had been hoping, might be able to expand on the process used to make the quirk erasing bullets that they had also stolen. But negotiations broke down. They didn't even so much as break as implode. Shigaraki isn't even sure exactly what set it off, had been having a relatively civil conversation and then one of the members snapped at their representative. Had been two short, bitter comments and then he had lashed out with his quirk. Doesn't know how their infighting had spilled over and gotten directed at them, but the next thing they knew the League was being rounded on. 

It's an actual genuine surprise when Dabi steps in, moves in front of them as a cloud of pale pink spores are suddenly filling the air and racing towards the rest of them. When he ignites he torches the lot of them and the group of scientists in one massive wall of blue flame. A surprise because he didn't think Dabi really gave a fuck about the rest of them and their continued well-being. Hadn't thought he would ever put himself in harms way like that. But Dabi torches their opposition and then hesitates, smoke curling from his arms. 

"Woah," Toga murmurs, watching the flames eat up the other half of the building. 

"Certainly an impressive display," Compress remarks, "But perhaps we should be taking our leave now?" 

Yeah, absolutely. Do not need to get caught when someone sees the smoke and fire pouring from the building. At least when negotiations broke down this time no one got killed, he thinks bitterly. At least no one got hurt--

Dabi takes a step towards them. He sees it, the slight wobble to his step, starts to move before he even knows why, and then Dabi is dropping. Barely manages to catch him before he hits the floor without accidentally activating his quirk. Shit. Shifts his grip to keep a finger away from his skin. 

"Fuck," the arsonist's voice thin, smoke leaking out from his mouth. Can see sweat starting to bead across his brow and then he's gone, eyes fluttering shut and going limp in his arms. 

"Shit, what happened?" Spinner rushing over to help him try and haul Dabi back onto his feet. No use, not particularly heavy, but completely dead weight. 

"Must have gotten hit with some of whatever that quirk was." He mutters, "Compress," doesn't even really need to ask. They need to leave, dragging around their unconscious companion is not going to help with that. The older man comes over and marbles Dabi immediately. Also will help keep him in stasis as they travel. They regroup and start to move. "Go back to base." He tells the rest of them, the base in question a gutted condemned apartment building for the time being, "Take him to see the doctor."

"Text me when you need him released," Compress tells him easily, 

"And you'll text us when you know what's wrong, right?" Toga's voice a little more worried. Can't blame her. Barely a month since they lost Magne. 

"I will," he reassures her, "Go on." 

They separate and he does his best to make his way towards Ujiko's lab swiftly. 

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Takes an hour to get to the lab and then another hour of the doctor running tests before they know what's wrong with him. 

Aphrodisiac quirks aren't unheard of. They're not incredibly common and tend to carry a significant stigma given that they can cause public acts of indecency on the low end of damages and can be the source of assault and rampant abuse on the higher end. Can also be fairly deadly depending on the potency of them, with victims sometimes not even being able to remember to eat or drink through the haze of lust. Ujiko tells him this, says that he's put Dabi on an IV to keep him from dying of dehydration, and says that they'll have to wait and see if this version of the quirk will fade on its own or not. Because sometimes they do. Sometimes it's just a matter of letting it run its course and then moving on. But sometimes. Sometimes they won't fade without outside assistance. 

Texts the others and tells them that they're waiting for Dabi to wake up and see the effects of the quirk but doesn't tell them what he was hit with. Doesn't know if Dabi would want anyone to know. Barely sticks around with them when they aren't actively doing a job, hasn't told them anything about himself in the months that he's been working with them, doubts that he would want them to know even an inch of vulnerability now. Still doesn't quite understand why he had gotten in front of them, why he had risked-- and actually gotten-- hit with this quirk to keep them safe. Never seemed to care about their safety before now. 

After three hours it becomes clear that this isn't going to be as easy as just waiting it out. Tomura's not sure exactly when Dabi woke, believes the doctor tried to go in and explain the situation to him before he entirely lost his head, doesn't know how successful he was. Then Ujiko showed him into an observation chamber, in case he needed to check in on the arsonist, and left, actually maintaining his job at the hospital and needing to go to his shift. Told him to check up on Dabi again in another few hours and if it wasn't fading then intervention would probably be necessary to keep him alive. Waits three hours and then checks up on the man. Is shooting out of the chair, going to one of the cabinets of supplies and finding what he needs before making his way to the room Dabi's been put in. 

Smoke is trickling out from beneath the door. 

Enters the room and immediately notices how hot it is, notices that before the choked little sounds of whimpers and moans coming from the bed. Dabi is smoking too, his coat, shirt, and boots pulled off, the air around him shimmering with heat, sweat beaded across his skin. Rutting into a pillow making those desperate, pained little sounds. 

His mouth goes dry and he immediately tries to shake that as he tries to get the other man's attention, approaching the bed carefully. "Dabi,"

Gets a desperate gasp out of the other man, pulling his head up to look at him, pupils blown so wide he can barely see any blue at all, face flushed, mouth open and panting softly. "Duster," a thready little whine. Doesn't expect him to keen softly before surging up to reach for him. Not expecting his hands to close around his forearms and try to pull him down, wonders if he should have realized how absolutely scorching his touch would be even through the long sleeves of his shirt, but the staples across his palms are glowing, and they immediately start to burn through the fabric. 

"Fuck, Dabi your quirk," brought suppression cuffs. Neither he or Ujiko had even thought they would be needed, didn't know that there was a risk of Dabi incinerating himself while under the effects of this quirk. 

"Help?" Desperate and wavering and he feels something tighten sharply behind his ribs. 

"Yeah, come on, just need to let go." 

The other man seems to struggle but manages after a second. Releases his arms and he feels his skin stinging with burns. Can see the holes burned into his sleeves where his staples touched. Barely takes a breath before he's wrapping the cuffs around Dabi's wrists and locking them in place. As soon as they're on, the smoke stops and Dabi all but collapses, forcing him to catch him again as he lets out a loud breathless sound of relief. 

The smoke around the room starts to dissipate and he sees that the heat has burned holes in the thin cot as well, melted the IV bag and evaporated the liquid. Lucky he got to the other man before he'd set the whole room on fire. Winces slightly when Dabi's hands wrap around his forearms again and he pulls. Not expecting it, stumbles. The arsonist uses the momentum to get him onto the bed, pushing him up against the wall before he can shift, 

"Dabi--" 

"Please, please, Duster, please," Has the other man in his lap, can feel his cock straining against his pants as he grinds against his thigh, making his mouth go dry again. Fuck. 

"Dabi, shit, you'll be fine, you just need to get this out of your system--" 

"Can't," never heard the other man sound so broken. "Can't cum, please, Duster, please," 

God fucking damn it. Because if he hasn't been able to get himself off at all then this is the really bad type of aphrodisiac quirk. The kind that will kill him if it stays in his system for too long. The kind that needs assistance to remove. Feels his stomach go hollow as he is suddenly faced with the question of if Dabi would rather die or rather... have him help when he's so out of his head. Dabi can barely tolerate him, they tried to kill each other a few months ago.

"Do you have anyone I can call--" Doesn't know anything about Dabi other than that he is good at his job when he deigns to be around to do it. Could have a significant other, someone he trusts, anyone who could help. 

Shakes his head, whining and rutting against his thigh again. Shigaraki grabs his hips, holding tightly, trying to keep him from doing it again and Dabi keens, "Want you, please," 

Knows it's the quirk talking. Knows Dabi wouldn't ever say that to him. Hates himself for how much he likes it. For how much he's wanted to have Dabi looking at him like this, desperate for his touch, doesn't want it when he knows the other man isn't in his right mind. Is trying to think of literally anything else he can do when Dabi meets his eyes again, when he sees that the other man's are wide and glassy, his whole body trembling, 

"Hurts, please Shig, please. Help?" The last word escaping him on a thin sob. Startles as he starts to cry blood. Crimson tears slipping over his cheeks as he shakes, hands fisted in his shirt and straining against the hold on his hips. 

Fuck. Going to lose his best piece one way or the other. Would rather Dabi be alive to hate him when he goes than gone completely. "...Okay," loosens his grip and gently rocks his thigh up against Dabi's hard cock. Makes the arsonist moan loudly, pressing in closer. Lets him start to ride his thigh, settles into a desperate frantic rhythm, sharp gasps and moans slipping constantly from his lips. Tries to stay still, to keep his own cock from hardening as he has the other man rutting in his lap, face pressed against his neck. Might break hold of the quirk if he can just get off with someone else there. Just let Dabi do this and hopefully he'll be alright. Can't take away the wrongness of all of this, but may be able to ease a little of the filth that's going to cling to his soul afterwards. 

Hears the other man still whimpering, sniffling, feels his tears dripping against his skin. Can't help it, raises a hand and strokes through his hair, "It's fine, you're gonna be fine, baby, come on," Rocks his thigh up against him again. Gets another loud, broken moan against his throat, "Feels good, doesn't it? Come on, be over soon, just have to cum, Dabi." 

Gets another weak nod against his neck as he keeps moving, thrusts going faster, breaths coming in harsh pants. His moans are constant and getting louder, higher, his muscles tightening, must be close--

Dabi's whole body goes rigid as he cums. Tomura lets out a slow breath, pulls his hand from his hair, ready to need to extract himself as the other man's sense returns. Takes a second for Dabi to pull his face from his neck, panting and eyes still hazy. Fuck. Looks so good blissed out with tears clinging to his cheeks. Doesn't even have time to linger on the wrongness of that thought slipping through his mind when Dabi didn't choose to show this to him, before the expression is gone, his brows pulling together for a second, confusion written across his features. Understands at the same time as him, as he doesn't feel Dabi softening at all. Cannot catch a fucking break with this quirk. 

"No," Dabi's little whine makes his chest fucking ache. Shatters his heart when Dabi gives another weak sob. "D-didn't work. Need more, fuck, please Tomura, please, I'm sorry." 

Immediately reaches and cups his face in his hands, trying to brush away the tears and shush him. Trying to comfort him. Didn't even know that would be something so automatic for him. Hadn't ever had to do it for anyone before they'd lost Magne. Definitely isn't any good at it but he'll try for Dabi, for all of them. "Shh, you don't have to apologize, Dabi. It's not your fault," knows that the words can't be trusted but he just needs something if he's going to convince himself to go through with this, "Are you sure you want me to help?" 

Dabi nods desperately, "Please, need you, please Tomura,"

Takes a shaky breath of his own. "Okay, gonna give you what you need." Tries to coax him out of his lap and Dabi clings a little tighter. "Just want to get you undressed, sweetheart, won't that feel good?" Earns another needy sound from the other man and he lets himself be shifted out of his lap and back onto the cot. Doesn't immediately reach to help him with the last bits of his clothes, Dabi struggling to do so himself with the suppression cuffs on, instead reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his gloves. Doesn't usually wear them in bed, usually trusts his control even here, but Dabi is already so desperate, has already grabbed at him a few times. Is already so vulnerable and he is not going to make that any worse by potentially hurting him further with his quirk. 

Gets on his gloves, takes a small breath to steady himself and then reaches to help him with the thick belt and the clasp of his pants. Dabi moans again when he gets them open, when the cooler air of the room touches his hot skin. Wonders if he would literally be on fire if not for the cuffs. Can't really keep stalling and the arsonist lifts his hips eagerly so he can peel the leather away from his long legs. Fuck. Wondered what he would look like naked, prettier than he imagined. Wondered how far the scars would go, didn't know if he expected them to wrap around his legs, stapled together around the middle of his thighs and extending down to his calf on one leg and all the way to his ankle on the other. But there is an expanse of unblemished skin, smeared with his release, glistening with sweat too, his cock flushed and curving up against his stomach, a ladder of six shiny barbells decorating the underside of his length. Feels his own arousal starting to build as he takes in the sight of the other man, especially when Dabi whimpers, 

"Tomura," hips rocking up, looking for anything, and he tears his eyes away from his body and finds Dabi looking back at him, eyes hazy and half-lidded, face flushed, tears still clinging to his cheeks. Swallows and tries to focus. Just needs to get him off, break the quirk. 

Wraps his hand around Dabi's cock, giving him a long slow stroke, palm sliding easily enough when he's already wet with cum. Is aching himself when Dabi moans so loudly, cuffed hands reaching and tangling tight in his shirt as his back arches, head thrown back, the sound tearing from his chest as he starts to rock up into his fist immediately, spreading his legs even wider. Lets Dabi set the pace, lets him fuck into his hand fast and messy. Tries to find what he likes. Figures out from how his voice goes high and whining that he wants him to tug a little at the piercings, that he likes it when he tightens his grip around his base. 

Finds out how badly he wants to be kissed when the hands in his shirt yank him roughly, tugging him down just enough for Dabi to crash their lips together. Doesn't mean to let himself moan softly against the other's lips, but if anything the soft sound makes Dabi more frantic. Lips needy and wanting, tongue flicking out over his, teeth following. And he's too weak to stop him. Opens his mouth, meets his tongue. Kisses Dabi rough and filthy until he's getting familiar with the lingering taste of smoke all over Dabi's tongue and the other man is moaning. Is still kissing him when his body goes rigid again, when he lets out another gut-punched sound of pleasure before his cock is twitching against his palm and he's spilling again. 

"Ah, Tomura, please, more," Doesn't even pause this time, keeps fucking into his hand. Still hard. Fuck. Not enough. Can't help it, presses another kiss to his panting mouth. Dabi cants his hips up again, pulls back so he can look into those pretty, lust-dark eyes, "Inside? Please, want you." Doesn't. Not really. But he's still in danger. Will be until the quirk breaks.  

"Okay," his voice soft and thin. Wishes this was real. Wishes that Dabi really wanted this. Takes his wet hand from around Dabi's cock and he spreads his legs wide so that he can press his fingers to his hole. Blinks, confused, because he's already wet. Shifts so that he can see, and realizes that there's something slick dripping down his thighs, his hole glistening with it. Another effect of the quirk? Doing something to make his body ready for what it would make him crave? Rubs a finger over his hole, smearing the slick, seeing more of it drip out as the ring of muscles twitches against the touch. The whine Dabi makes is going to haunt his dreams after this. 

"Duster," watches Dabi's mouth fall slack as he slowly presses his finger inside. Wet enough he doesn't feel any drag as he sinks into that tight heat, muscles immediately squeezing around him, getting another loud moan as Dabi rocks back. Still tries to go slow, doesn't want to rush here and risk hurting him, uses his other hand to hold his hips so that he can't fuck himself open. Every press of his finger has a little more fluid leaking out of him and after another minute he hesitantly presses in a second finger. Only makes Dabi moan even louder, his fingers knotted in his shirt so tightly that his knuckles are going white, "Ah, Tomura," Starts to work him open more deliberately, crooking his fingers, searching. 

Finds his prostate and Dabi sobs again. Shit, tries to ease off, 

"No, no, more, so good, please, Shig, please," Okay, fuck. Keeps going, watching Dabi fall apart, his cock drooling constantly, tears slipping across his temples. His cock is aching. Doesn't matter, shouldn't be, adds another finger, keeps pressing. Slowly loosens his grip on Dabi's hip, lets him start to fuck himself on his hand. Doesn't take long until he's frantic, moving so fast that the wet slide of it is obscene, competing with the litany of pleasured sounds still falling off his lips. Keeps going until his muscles are squeezing tight around him and he's cumming again. 

Stays hard. 

Sees Dabi grit his teeth, sees him swallow hard, turn his face so it's half hidden against the pillow. Another sob, deeper, coming from his chest in a way that makes his gut so sour, feels hollowed out when he speaks again. "...'m sorry, fuck me, please, need your cock." Voice so small and shaken. Doesn't know what else he can do, doesn't know how long Dabi can stay like this. 

Reaches and wipes away a few more tears. Dabi presses into the touch, eyes squeezing shut. "Alright, baby," Doesn't know what to do with the ache in his chest when Dabi wraps his hand around his wrist to keep him there so he can shift and press a soft kiss to his palm. Only lets go of him when he eases his fingers out of his body and starts to shift to pull himself from his pants. Watches him again with those dark eyes. His cock is aching as he shifts, made all the worse when Dabi moans softly as he sees him, teeth sinking into his lip as he tangles his hands back into his shirt and tries to pull him closer, urging him to go faster. 

Wraps a hand around Dabi's thigh, the other leg hooking around his hip and pulling him closer, until his head is dragging over his hole. Dabi gasps, his whole body trembling, trying to rock against him. Fuck, the friction feels so good. Takes one more breath to steady himself before he starts to press into the tight, wet, heat of the other man's body. Can't help the groan that pulls from his chest as he sinks inside. Swallows him up greedily, Dabi moaning so loudly that his voice cracks, panting harshly when he bottoms out. Means to give him a second to adjust but Dabi doesn't care to wait, immediately starts to roll his hips, making short needy little sounds as he does so, his cock leaking all over his stomach and muscles tightening rhythmically around him. 

Never going to have him again, will be lucky if the other man doesn't light him on fire when this passes. Wants to make it good, wants to help him, wants him. Just once. Lets himself focus on that as he starts to fuck him. Moves a little slower than the frantic twitches of Dabi's hips, makes sure that he's going deep, hitting his prostate. It's an indulgence that he shouldn't allow himself, but he does, lets himself press kisses and little nips along Dabi's jaw and throat as he wraps one hand around his cock and strokes him in time with his thrusts. Has the arsonist moaning even louder, reaching up as best he can to tangle a hand in his hair, starts to pull his mouth away from his skin only to find Dabi dragging him back into a messy kiss. Kisses him back, kisses him with every broken aching hope that he had for this that has been absolutely destroyed. Has the man sobbing against his mouth, kissing him back hard. 

Keeps moving, pleasure building under his skin, surprised that Dabi hasn't cum again. Dripping all over his hand, can feel it leaking out of him with every thrust, fuck, what if this wasn't what he needed to break it? "Dabi,"

"Shig," immediately rocks back against him harder. 

"What do you need sweetheart?" Do anything to stop this for him. To make him better. 

Dabi whimpers, face flushing even darker before he tries to hide against his shoulder, fingers tightening in his shirt. "...More?"

Fucks him harder, moves his hand faster, gets another loud moan pressed against his throat. "That it, baby?" Not expecting the whine he gets at the words too. 

"More," he pleads. Hasn't changed the pace. Takes him a second, 

"Want me to talk to you, Dabi?" Makes the heat in his veins go even sharper when Dabi whimpers, nodding weakly against his neck. "Doing so good for me, baby," he tries, nearly choking on his arousal. Feels how he goes tighter, hears the little moan against his skin again, his hips moving a little more desperately. "That's it, fuck, feel so good, sound so good." Every word a confession he shouldn't be allowed, "Didn't know you could make those sounds, gorgeous." Sounds that are starting to change, short fast little gasps that come each time he sinks into his body. So hot and tight around him that he's feeling his orgasm starting to creep up on him. "Getting close, darling?" 

Another little nod against him and a weak sob. 

"Shh, that's good baby, just need to cum for me. One more time," hopes he's right, hopes the fact that this one has taken so much longer means it's the last, "So pretty when you cum, let me see you one more time, please, baby?" 

"Duster," didn't even know Dabi's voice could go so high and thin. 

Goes even tighter around his cock and he's gasping a moan himself, tangles a hand in Dabi's hair and pulls gently, coaxing him back enough he can look at him again. Almost delirious with his pleasure, whimpers when their eyes meet, blush darkening further. "Beautiful," perfect. 

"Tomura," presses in again, meets him. Kisses him hard as Dabi's body goes rigid one more time, goes so tight around his cock, doesn't even feel him cumming in his hand, can't stop himself from giving two more shallow thrusts before he's sinking as deep as he can and following Dabi over the edge. And then they're not so much as kissing as they are just sharing breaths as they both try to greedily fill their lungs with air. Takes another second before Dabi gives a low, relieved gasp, and Tomura feels him starting to soften. Is only relieved himself a second before everything that just happened starts to settle in him. Broke the quirk. Dabi's not going to die. Doesn't make up for everything else. 

Shifts as gently as he can. The damage is already done but he's still careful as he lets go of him and pulls out. Dabi's eyes are closed, still panting, completely limp against the cot, fuck, okay. Needs to at the very least get him something to drink before he tells him to fuck off or tries to kill him. Starts to move away. Dabi makes a sharp sound, eyes opening, pupils shrunk back to normal, lets him see all of that pretty blue again, and reaches for him, holding onto his shirt. 

"Wait--" Can't help it, his eyes automatically flick back to his cock, but he's not hard again. Meets his eyes again and Dabi is flushing, doesn't stay looking at him for long, "Cuffs." 

Oh. Right. Shit. Didn't grab a key on his way in, doesn't know what the code is. "Right, sorry, hold still." His gloves are filthy and he takes them off as he shifts away from the arsonist, enough that he can sit up. Once they're off Dabi lets him take hold of his wrists, pressing five fingers to the cuffs. They gray and crack, dust falling away from his skin after another second. He pulls his hands away immediately, moving to stand. 

"Just hang on a second, please--" sounds like himself again, but Tomura is confused why he'd reach to catch his sleeve tightly. Hesitates. Dabi still can't meet his eyes. "I'm sorry, but fuck, you could at least stick around long enough for me to thank you for saving my life." 

The sickness in his stomach grows. "Don't thank me for that." His voice hoarser than he'd expected. "I wasn't going to let you die, Dabi." 

Dabi lets go of his sleeve, "Right. Sorry." Takes a shaky breath and starts to look for his clothes. "Just give me a second and I'll be out of your hair." 

"No," Shit, definitely lost the right to give him any kind of order after all of that, tries to backtrack, "I'll go, but you need to drink something, and if you can stand being here, wait for the doctor to come back. I don't know if the quirk will have any side effects." Feels like he's trying not to startle an injured animal. "I'll stay as far away as you want, never have to see me again, but at least wait for the doctor to check you over." 

Sees Dabi's jaw clench, a tremor run through him, gives a short tight nod. "Right, okay." Voice tight too. "I'm sorry."

Didn't even know his chest could ache so sharply. "You don't have anything to apologize for, Dabi. This wasn't your fault--"

Not expecting the bark of laughter, short and bitter, Dabi finally shifting to meet his eyes. "That's sweet, Shig, but I literally dragged you into bed. Should've let you leave, shouldn't have touched you." 

Realizes that he's staring at the other man when Dabi starts to move again, going back to looking for his scattered clothes. "How aware were you?" 

Sees his jaw tense again. "...Knew what I was doing, knew I shouldn't. Couldn't stop myself anyway." 

"Because you knew what would happen if you didn't?"

Sees his shoulders hunch in on himself. "Not an excuse. Shouldn't have made you--"

"Dabi," 

"My fault. Got hit, made you stay, saw how hard you were trying not to touch me, made you anyway--" 

"I didn't want to hurt you," barely recognizes his own voice. Doesn't know if it's ever sounded so thin. "Dabi, I didn't want to take advantage of you." Sees the other man tense further. "...I didn't know how aware you were of what was happening. I wouldn't have let you die and I was trying to hold back, to just do what I thought would help break the effect. What I was doing was bad enough, I didn't want to go any further than I had to to help you." Finally gets blue eyes back on him. Shouldn't admit, "Would have been happy to touch you in any other circumstance." 

Really expects to be set on fire for that. But Dabi keeps staring at him. Feels like an eternity passes between them. "...Wouldn't have let anyone else. Would have asked for you if someone else tried to help." 

"You're sure?" Seems like he's all back together again, but he kind of doesn't dare let the hope start to knit back together that aching thing in his chest. 

Dabi flushes, "Yeah, Duster." 

"Okay," too small a word for everything now tangled between them. "Do you want me to leave?" 

"...You don't have to." 

"Not what I asked, Dabi." 

"...no."

"Okay." 

Another long stretch before Dabi mumbles, "... can come back over here if you want." Tempted to ask if he's sure again, only doesn't because Dabi seems to be anticipating the question, "I feel fine now, Shig. Know what I'm saying. Would absolutely tell you to leave or torch you if I didn't want you here. Not gonna die if you leave if you'd rather do that." 

"I don't want to go anywhere, Dabi." Moves back over to the cot and settles on the edge carefully, still searching the arsonist for any sign of discomfort. A light pink blush is dusting his cheeks, gets darker when their eyes meet before Dabi's quickly looking away again. "We would have all been hit if you hadn't stepped in." Could have dropped all of them. Might have been killed, might have burned to death, or been arrested before they even woke up and found out about the rest of it. Dabi saved them. 

He shrugs, sees him chewing on where a staple pierces into his cheek. "Wasn't going to be useless again."

"What are you talking about?" Has been one of their best. Well, if he's going to play favorites, Dabi is the best at his job. Smart, motivated, barely needs any oversight to be effective. There's a reason he lets the other man wander off whenever he chooses, always knows he'll come back when he's called and is more likely to bring something good with him when he does. 

Still not meeting his eyes. "Didn't do a damn thing in Kamino, wasn't even around when you all went to see Overhaul." His voice going tighter, "Could've stopped the bastard before he even lifted a hand--" Takes a breath, sees him exhale a little stream of smoke. "Not going to stand there and let you all get hurt again." 

"Can I kiss you?"

Dabi stiffens, head snapping up to look at him. "What?"

"I want to kiss you, can I?" 

"...yeah," 

Doesn't hesitate, curls a hand around the back of his neck, careful to keep one finger from his skin, and pulls him in. Meant for it to be gentle, starts that way, just a soft press of lips. But then Dabi shifts, moves closer, opens his mouth with a soft sigh as he reaches back. Can wrap his arms around his neck this time without the cuffs on. Keeps him close and Tomura wants to kiss him without guilt souring it. Tastes fresh smoke on Dabi's tongue as he licks into his mouth, feels his whole body go hotter against his as he does, as the other man gives as good as he gets until they're both a little breathless. Dabi who pulls away, blushing hotly, with a mumbled, 

"Fuck, gotta stop," Immediately shifts to let go of him, sees the other man shifting a little, "...Might be finding some of those side effects." Can't help it, his gaze slips lower, sees his cock starting to harden again. 

"Really?"

"Shut up." Bright red across the section of his cheeks that aren't scarred. "Still feel fine, quirk's not out of control just... sensitive I guess." Squirms again and his mouth goes dry, 

"Still getting wet?" 

"Shut up, Duster!" Feels his temperature spike with his embarrassment. "I'm fine, doesn't feel like before. Don't have to--" 

"Want to. Told you, happy to go to bed with you, Dabi. Just need to know you want it too." 

Takes a breath, meets his eyes again. "Want you to fuck me again. Wanted you before this quirk fucked it up." Wraps his hands around Dabi's hips and pulls him into his lap again, 

"Say it again, baby." Breathes it against Dabi's lips as he gently rocks his thigh up between his legs. 

Earns him a sweet, soft moan. "Want you to fuck me, Tomura." Is tangling his fingers in his hair, trying to pull him even closer as he speaks, kisses him as soon as the words are out of his mouth. 

"Give you anything you want, Dabi," barely enough breath for the words when they part. Wants to burn away the sourness of the first time.

"Want you," eyes focused and sharp the way he's come to expect from the other man, shifting closer, reaching for the hem of his shirt as he moves to press a kiss to the edge of his jaw. Lets himself believe the words this time. Lets himself pull Dabi closer. 

Lets them both take what they want from each other. 

Thank you so much for your submission!

#this was fun #love potions and stuff can be so fucked up so I tried to soften this one a bit #but I could definitely do a whole DD:DNE with this prompt too #my writing #shigadabi #mha fanfiction #kink prompts #prompt response #writing prompt

[wizardofahz]

Time's Favorite Superhero

Fandoms: Fringe, 12 Monkeys A/N: Happy 10th end-of-Fringe-aversary! This was written in Cassie's POV, but hopefully it should be readable to 12 Monkeys and Fringe fans alike.

Cassie takes in the lab before her. It was not what she'd imagined, old-fashioned as it is, when the FBI had come to her for help. She had expected something fancier, high-tech, because despite how much government agencies enjoyed griping about their budgets, surely the elite teams got the latest and greatest, right?

Behind them, their FBI guide slips away. A different FBI agent approaches. "Hi. I'm Agent Olivia Dunham with the F--"

"Woah," Jennifer draws out in a long exhale before exclaiming, "Hey, Otter Eyes!" Given their close proximity, Cole jerks back at the volume. "I found someone Time likes as much as you." Jennifer turns back to Agent Dunham with dual finger guns. "You gotta die, but Time will always find a way to bring you back."

"Jennifer!" Cassie scolds. She knows holding the entire timeline in her head is difficult for Jennifer, but she also hoped Jennifer would know better than to talk to people about their deaths by now.

Jennifer observes Agent Dunham carefully.

"Spoiler alert?" she says more contemplatively than guiltily. If Cassie had to guess, Jennifer is sorting through the timeline and double checking which events have already happened.

In the background, an older man in a lab coat leans into the younger man beside him and asks, "Is she an Observer?"

Agent Dunham has clearly experienced her share of weirdness. She barely reacts beyond a quirked eyebrow, and her voice is dry when she responds, "By all accounts, I have died a couple times."

"Right on!" Jennifer cheers as if Coach Time had drawn up a brilliant play and Agent Dunham followed through with a crowd-rousing dunk. She holds up a hand, asking for a high-five that Agent Dunham doesn't seem inclined to reciprocate.

To save them all from further awkwardness, Cassie sticks her hand out in Agent Dunham's direction. "I'm Dr. Cassandra Railly, a virologist with the CDC, but you can call me Cassie."

Jennifer pouts when Agent Dunham reaches for Cassie's hand instead of her own.

Between Jennifer's eccentricities and Cole's lingering post-apocalyptic gremlin social skills, Cassie decides to make the rest of the introductions herself. "That is Jennifer Goines, CEO of the Markridge Group, and this is James Cole."

Agent Dunham's gaze settles on Jennifer, reappraising, then lands on Cole. "And what's your role?"

Cole shrugs. "I just have a vested interest in making sure this sort of thing doesn't happen again."

"Again?"

"You know how it is," Cassie steps in. No one needs to know about the pandemic-induced apocalypse they broke time to fix. "Humanity likes repeating history, pandemics included."

"Oh yes," the older man says, sounding entirely too excited.

"This is Dr. Walter Bishop" -- Agent Dunham says, quickly cutting off what Cassie can only assume is Dr. Bishop's incoming pathogenic fanfare -- "and Peter Bishop."

She doesn't expand on Peter Bishop's credentials, but there's clearly a familial resemblance. It seems theirs is not the only family in the world-saving business.

Speaking of families.

Still pouting from the rejection, Jennifer turns her frustration on Cassie.

"I can practically hear Frau Grandma when you say my name like that. 'Ms. Goines,'" she says in mimicry of Jones' disapproving voice, then in Cassie's, "Jennifer."

Agent Dunham clears her throat, a noise bordering on impatience, and begins debriefing Cassie's contingent on the weaponized virus the Fringe team found. The situation is relatively contained at the moment, but they want a cure developed in case of a potential breach.

Cassie and Jennifer join the Bishops in tackling the problem. Agent Dunham sits to the side, occasionally watching and asking questions, but mostly reviewing whatever case evidence they have.

Cole also situates himself elsewhere, antsy with nothing to do. His eyes flit towards Agent Dunham often. She's the only one with a gun and therefore the biggest potential threat, but Cassie notes an underlying curiosity, probably wondering what also made her special in Time's eyes.

Cassie would be curious too, but she has bigger fish to fry. Actually, no. Wrong animal. Because as pressing as another global pandemic is, her most immediate concern is herding cats, super genius cats with an infinite capacity and penchant for chaos. The synergy of Walter and Jennifer is frankly too much for one person to handle.

Peter helps of course. He's friendly and personable, but more importantly he's familiar with Walter's quirks in the same way that Cassie is familiar with Jennifer's. When dealing with such unique minds though, familiarity can only get them so far.

Walter sends Peter in the direction of some shelves and demands a stabilizing agent. "Quickly, Peter!"

"How am I supposed to find it when nothing is organized?" Peter asks with an exasperated petulance only a son could achieve.

"Everything is organized," Walter grumbles. "Where is Astrid? She would know where it is."

Jennifer bites her lip as she carefully pipettes 3 mL from a beaker raised to eye level. Task successfully completed, she responds, "On honeymoon with her wife."

Peter pauses his search and frowns. "How did you know that?"

"Hello???" Jennifer flings her arms out, and Cassie quickly grabs the beaker from her hand. "Primary! Give me yellow and I can paint you the world! Speaking of which, I never got them a present. Do they want a unicorn?"

Cassie doesn't bring up the fact that Jennifer doesn't even know this Astrid, not personally anyway. "Focus," is all she says.

"I want a unicorn," Walter says, focusing on the wrong thing.

"Walter."

Agent Dunham's curt, no-nonsense tone proves the most effective at getting everyone to focus on the problem at hand. Cassie gives her an appreciative nod.

They get in a few hours of productive work before Walter starts wandering around his lab and rifling through his own things.

Peter sighs. "What are you looking for now?"

"My stash of Brown Betty."

Cassie has no idea what that is, but the injection of disapproval, or is it alarm, in Peter's voice has her paying more attention. "No, absolutely not."

"We have been working on this for days," Walter protests. "I need to reset my mind, open it up to a new perspective."

"That's why Olivia brought in Dr. Railly and her team."

"Chill, dude," Jennifer says, once again dipping into her omniscience and leaving Cassie behind. "It's not like he's suggesting we break out the LSD."

Oh, they're talking about drugs.

Oh.

Oh no.

Dealing with Walter and Jennifer sober is already a lot. Cassie is absolutely not up for dealing with them on hallucinogenics.

"What about a food break?" Cassie suggests.

"That's a good idea," Agent Dunham says, and what she says goes.

They end up getting burgers and wraps. Cole ignores their cow's protests and digs right in.

(Right, because they have a cow… Maybe their cow is like Jennifer's turtle. Who knows? Certainly not Cassie.)

"Why yellow?" Walter asks Jennifer. "I merely ask to ascertain which set of primary colors you abide by. You mentioned painting, which leads me to believe your primary system is completed with blue and red, rather than cyan and magenta."

The two talk about Primaries and the Observers that Walter mentioned earlier.

Cassie is happy to let their discussion wash over her until Walter says, "We've had our own dabblings with primary colors of course, but RGB like the cones in our eyes. A simple pattern to induce hypnosis. Green, green, green, red. Green, green, green, red."

Walter's voice morphs into Olivia Kirschner's, ringing in Cassie's ears.

You're walking through a red forest, and the grass is tall. It's just rained. Most of the blood has washed away.

In front of her eyes, a green forest ends, making way for a clearing of tall grass. The scene flashes, green turning to red.

Cassie can't stop her tense voice from wobbling just a little. "Can we not?"

Cole takes a break from ravishing his cheeseburger to give her a look of concern. She waves him off.

Sufficiently rejuvenated after their food break, the scientists get back to work. Heat-shock proteins show the most promise for a treatment strategy, but they find that the virus adapts quickly to rising temperatures. If they can "speed up a fever" and surprise the virus with a high temperature before it can adapt, they might get a culture to produce the immune response they need.

That's a big if.

Brow furrowed and eyes closed, Cassie pinches the bridge of her nose. "There's no way we can instantaneously jump the solution to the right temperature. You might as well be asking for spontaneous human combustion."

"Yes!" Walter claps his hands together. "Olivia!"

"Yes!" Jennifer echoes. She puts on a dramatic voice as if narrating an action movie trailer. "Time for Time's favorite superhero." Then she snorts with laughter. "Ha! Time for Time..."

"No," Agent Dunham says, and to Cassie's surprise, she's reluctant instead of dismissive.

"I'm sorry, superhero?" Cole asks, tone mostly disbelieving but also a little put out.

So Cassie was right. He had been sussing out the competition for Time's favorite, so to speak.

"Don't worry, Otter Eyes," Jennifer says. "You're still Time's favorite non-superhero."

"I don't know how to--" Agent Dunham gestures vaguely at the equipment in front of them.

"You use your powers more than you know," Jennifer says, unusually gentle. "It's why I like being around you. You're so determined, you force Time and all its possibilities to chill. If you can dream a better world, you can make a better world. Makes things a little quieter." She taps the side of her head.

"So what exactly is your superpower?" Cole asks Agent Dunham.

But it's Walter who announces proudly, "Telekinesis."

"What, like making things move around?" Cole continues skeptically. "How is that going to help with your virus thing?"

"Olivia's powers can work at the molecular and even the particle level."

Cassie turns to Agent Dunham as understanding dawns. "So you can direct the speed of the solvent molecules, which will give us the exact temperature we need."

"But I can't control it." The impenetrable aura of Agent Dunham is buckling now, self-doubt making itself known. "Give me a dying patient and then maybe it'll happen, but I can't do it by just staring at a petri dish."

"Hmm." Jennifer taps her chin in thought. "Like the light box bomb."

"We are not attaching a bomb to any of this," Peter growls.

Cassie doesn't know what a light box bomb is or how it relates to the situation, but she does know that Agent Dunham is looking increasingly uncomfortable.

"Hey," she says, approaching Agent Dunham in her least threatening manner. "Do you have somewhere more private we can go? Why don't you come with me, and we'll figure it out."

Cassie doesn't know if her words are all that compelling -- she knows less about the other woman's powers than most in the room -- but Agent Dunham seems to appreciate the opportunity to escape. She gives Cassie a brief nod and then leads her to an adjoining office space.

Agent Dunham isn't exactly the most talkative character, and under stressful circumstances, that seems to hold even more true. Cassie finds herself having to speak first.

"What's your preferred breathing technique when firing a gun?"

The non-sequitur proves effective at pulling Agent Dunham out of her funk. Her eyes snap to Cassie's. "Excuse me?"

"You know: respiratory pause, half-hold; that kind of thing."

"You shoot?"

"It's not a skill that I thought I'd ever pick up, but--" Cassie shrugs. "Life has a way of twisting things around."

She nearly mentions what a good shot she is, how she's better than Cole, who taught her, but then she figures that would probably make Agent Dunham nervous about leaving him with the Bishops.

"The reason I ask," Cassie continues, "is that maybe we can borrow something you're familiar with and transfer it to getting your powers working when you want them to, make it feel more natural."

They work through it that way. One step at a time, seeing what works for Agent Dunham and what doesn't. They borrow other pieces of shooting advice, such as "squeeze, don't pull" for fine-tuned control.

It's still slow going, but they get there in the end. Agent Dunham manages enough control to activate a few test-retest cultures, and the scientists find a potential cure ready for human testing if the need ever arises.

"Thank you for your help," Agent Dunham says as the visitors prepare to leave, and Cassie knows she's talking about more than just the virus.

"I'm glad it worked out," Cassie says, also talking about more than just the virus.

"Auf wiedersehen, Time's favorite superhero," Jennifer says, suddenly appearing and draping an arm around each woman. She tells Agent Dunham, "Tell Astrid she'll have a unicorn waiting for her when she gets back. Would you like a unicorn too? You are after all, a unicorn, among humans."

"I would still like a unicorn," Walter says.

"Three unicorns coming right up," Jennifer crows cheerfully.

"Say good-bye, Jennifer," Cassie says. She'll have to warn Agent Dunham that the unicorns are very real.

She doesn't miss Agent Dunham's grateful look as she drags Jennifer away.

#12 monkeys #cassandra railly #jennifer goines #fringefox #olivia dunham #walter bishop #fringe #some ideas need time to develop roasting slowly over a rotating spit #and some crash into being like a series of bumper car collisions #this was the latter #anyway one day nina tries to recruit jones to massive dynamic #i can't tell if that'll be good or bad for the world #but either way it'll be a 'watch out world' moment #ahzy writes

[twothumbsandnostakeincanon]

So @stetervault reblogged my tags on that post of @thisdiscontentedwinter about Stiles having a familiar that’s a Chia Pet, and filling out that idea sounded like a better evening than yelling at the next installment of my Empathy Empathy series so that’s what I did. 

Blah blah disclaimer that it’s been a long ass day and I literally just say down and pounded this out right now so obvs zero editing has been done LET’S BE REAL NONE OF YOU ARE HERE FOR PROFESSIONAL QUALITY SO WE’RE JUST GONNA ROLL 

You Look Familiar

Peter watched Stiles.

It was a thing.

Not a good thing, or a bad thing, or even a particularly strange thing, given who Peter was.

It was just… a thing.

Peter watched Stiles.

No one watched Peter.

It made them too uncomfortable. He’d been resurrected without his familiar and somehow come back more sane rather than less, as was the case with every other documented case of Familiar Death. People could hardly stand to look at him at all, much less watch.

It’s wrong, they whispered. He’s only half a person. Where is his magic, if not kept with his familiar?

They were all waiting for him to snap, waiting for him to return to madness, despite proving that he still had his magic every time he shifted. There was no cure for the willfully ignorant, he supposed.

So rather than dedicating time to worrying about that, he used it to watch Stiles and his familiar, who were currently sitting on the couch in the loft. Stiles patted the small plants sprouting from the turtle shaped Chia Pet he called Aida. He would pat them down gently and watch them spring back, as if he was both petting and playing with it.

Aida sat perfectly still, as always. Never reacting, never interacting. Like it was just a regular Chia Pet.

Peter had wondered, at first, if perhaps Aida were some kind of red herring. Perhaps Stiles’ actual familiar couldn’t travel with him for some reason, so he carried around the Chia Pet to prevent awkward questions. It seemed like a Stiles thing to do.

But Peter had spent too much time with Stiles now, both in his house and everywhere else, to continue thinking that. There were no other familiars in the Stilinski household unless John was home with his ferret, Frances.

The Chia Pet was well and truly Stiles’ familiar.

Derek and Scott continued bickering in the middle of the loft as Peter continued to watch those long pale fingers lovingly brush across the green leaves and terracotta feet.

“Hey Stiles,” Isaac nodded over at Lydia’s goat familiar, “Guinevere's looking pretty hungry, maybe you should give her a snack.” He made a grab for Aida, but Stiles was well used to his jackassery by now, and pulled her away while sending a shock of electricity in Isaac’s direction like a rolled up newspaper.

Isaac yanked his hand away, rubbing the back of it with a sulk on his face. Peter didn’t know why he continued to pull that kind of shit- everyone else thought it was weird, but ignored Stiles’ oddity. Well. Everyone except Peter.

It wasn’t even that Aida wasn’t an animal; that was unusual, but not unheard of. It was just that other plant familiars always exhibited proof of sentience. Vine tendrils that curled around objects, or leaves that shook in morse code- something.

The turtle shaped Chia Pet just… sat there. Chia-ing away.

“No!” Scott yelled, breaking Peter’s concentration. “We have to talk to them, I know they’ll understand us!”

Derek was pinching the bridge of his nose between his eyes.

“I don’t know how to explain ‘zombies’ to you any better, Scott. They don’t understand anything. They’re dead. We need to find the one who’s raising them.”

“They’re not all the way dead, or they wouldn’t be moving around,” Scott said stubbornly. “We have to at least try talking to them.” He looked around the room for support, finding none. “Stiles?” he pleaded.

Stiles shrugged. “Sounds like a double headshot situation to me, dude.”

Scott set his jaw firmly, taking one last glance around the room.

“Fine. I’ll go talk to them alone then. When I come back with a treaty worked out, you’ll have to honor it.”

“Aw, Scott-” Stiles started, but was cut off by the slamming of the door. He sighed, tucking Aida in pocket of his bunny hug and standing.

“Come on, guys, come help me keep him from killing himself.”

Derek’s eyebrows said everything about how much he wanted to do that, but grudgingly got up anyway, leading the others out with him.

Peter, however, stayed right where he was on the stairs.

“I really don’t think we ought to interfere with natural selection, do you?” he said delicately.

Stiles raised an eyebrow.

“Rich words from a guy who died. Come on Zombiewolf, they’re your people! If anyone can pull off Scott’s dumbass idea to communicate, it’ll be you!” He grinned cheesily.

Peter remained unmoved.

Stiles sighed.

“Help me keep my bro alive and I’ll help with the translation of that Polish Bestiary you got last month. I know you’re only three pages in. If Scott doesn’t die, I’ll have the whole thing translated in two weeks.”

“Deal.”

He reached out to shake on it and then used the leverage to pull himself up. He leaned in to rub his cheek against Stiles’, conscious of the way Stiles allowed it- perhaps even leaned into it a little.

“You should have held out for at least another two favors,” he whispered into Stiles’ ear. “I’ve been cursing at that book all week.”

He tried to tamp down his smile at the shiver and chuckle that Stiles responded with.

Peter tugged his hand to pull them both out of the loft.

“Let’s go help the idiot squad.”

____________________

In a turn of events that surprised exactly one person, Scott was already in trouble when they arrived.

Claws out, eyes flashing, he was tearing away at the zombies as they shambled into his space, slow and unstoppable.

Everyone jumped into the fray immediately, but it was like the zombies were appearing from thin air. There were just so many. The pack could drop one, and three would take its place.

The zombies had little to no motor coordination, but they pressed with their whole body, leaning in to incapacitate while another tried to bite. Fighting while feeling so suffocated led to a panicked defense rather than a planned attack.

Even Peter and Derek were struggling; their arms couldn’t get enough movement for their claws to be truly effective. Dread clogged Peter’s throat- this couldn’t be it, he’d come back from the dead once, he wasn’t going to go out a second time by zombie-

One long arm raised above the mass of bodies, green and tan gripped in the fist held aloft. Everyone in the pack watched as the arm pulled back, flew forward, and Stiles released Aida mid-air.

The moment held, suspended, as everyone looked on in horror, expecting Stiles’ familiar to shatter against the first object she hit. Shards of terracotta, scattered bits of green and seeds- the companion of Stiles’ magic, destroyed.

But then-

Orange and black, growing larger so quickly that no one could track it with their eyes. One moment, there was a flying Chia Pet, the next, a mother fucking tiger was landing on the ground with an earth shaking roar.

Rotting bodies flew left and right, the heads being severed by huge claws and an even huger jaw. The sudden breathing room gave everyone in the pack a perfect view on the tiger absolutely shredding the hordes of zombies that had been their imminent demise just a minute ago.

The whole ordeal took less than five.

When they were surrounded by bodies, Stiles moseying along and whacking the heads off of the occasional twitcher, the tiger finally sat down and began cleaning herself. He walked right up to her and ran his fingers through her ruff.

“Thanks Aida,” he said casually. She turned her head to lick his face.

“Oh, gross, you were just using that tongue to clean zombie guts off of yourself!” he yelled, wiping his face with his sleeve.

Aida let out a deep rumbly sound that may have been the tiger equivalent of a laugh, before giving her claws one last lick. Then she turned around and leapt toward Stiles, transforming mid-air once again before landing in Stiles’ arms as a turtle Chia Pet once again.

Wait. No.

Peter peered a little more closely.

She was a sheep this time.

Stiles brought her up to his face, nuzzling into her and gently patting the tiny green plants as he usually did. Only this time, everyone watched Aida rub her little terracotta body up against his cheek affectionately.

He tucked her away in the pocket of his bunnyhug again and looked up at the pack, who were still staring.

Stiles smiled angelically.

“I thought she was a fucking Chia Pet,” Isaac burst out indignantly.

Stiles looked at him, eyebrow raised.

“She is. You just saw her turn back into one.”

“But she-”

“Anyway, I need a shower,” Stiles cut in, blatantly ignoring him as he walked away. “Peter, your apartment is closest. You can let me in with a key or I can break in, your choice.”

Peter hurried after him, knowing he wasn’t joking.

“You are absolutely not using my good towels-”

#this has the potential to expand Like Woah #this blog needs a tag for my bullshit #steter #steter fic #pre slash #familiars #magic #I need to go the fuck to bed

[what-the-fic-khr]

Hey there, a friend of mine is in the process of being thrown out by his parents after coming out (ftm) and I was wondering if u would feel comfortable writing something a little comforting for him? (his fav is ryohei)

If u don't feel comfortable or don't have the time that's alright too, I hope u have a nice day either way🤍

anon, you sent this in in November. it was during my event and I was trying to focus only on event requests, and then did some personal stuff December. I don’t know if you’re still here, if you’ll see this, but I wanted to write this out for you nonetheless. I’m not the blog for emergency requests, but I greatly appreciate your care and patience, and understanding regarding that! please tell your friend I’m sending my love and support, and I hope that life this year will bring them nothing but warmth and kindness. Ryohei is a good favourite to have, they have good taste!! I hope this is something you will like, meets your request, and can potentially be of comfort for your friend!

character/s: sasagawa ryohei, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 902

warnings: reader has a bit of a breakdown, talks about feeling useless, mentions of weapons and fighting

prompt: you try so hard and finally you find something you cannot do, and you don’t know how to deal with that, how to handle the fear of not being good enough

You tried so hard. You really, really did. You put your all into whatever you did, you gave your best effort, and still, things seemed to turn out poorly.

You really tried to be of help to Tsuna and his Guardians. You learnt to fight, basic first aid to later expand on, made sure you were good at anything office related like paperwork. You did a lot.

It wasn’t like they ever asked you to, really. They were happy to have you around regardless, something a few of them had said multiple times before. But your drive to be useful and to help people typically overrode that.

You’d learnt quite quickly at some point, though, that learning to fight with a weapon was… a little more difficult than hand-to-hand. You’d rather get socked in the gut again and again over the frustration that this task brought.

“Dammit!”

You’d turned and spiked the weapon in your hand, out of frustration. You’d just have to tell Reborn this wasn’t working out, to let you try something else. And, well, when the door to the dojo Takeshi had (been bullied into) leant you for training opened, you were a little startled.

“Woah!”

Ryohei had ducked underneath the weapon the flew out the dojo and over his head, hitting the ground with a muffled ‘thud’. He stared at it for a moment before facing you, and you reeled back reflexively.

“That-“

“Sorry!” You waved your hands around before hurrying forward. “Sorry, I didn’t think anyone would come in! It slipped, so it just…”

You motioned towards the weapon before scurrying past him to go retrieve the damn thing, face scrunching up.

Ryohei waited patiently, following you inside the dojo. Saying it ‘slipped’ might’ve worked, but he’d heard you yell prior to nearly being given a concussion, so he knew you were lying.

“You alright?” He carefully toed his shoes off before stepping up to you. “Is it not going well?”

You were quiet, shoulders slumped. You contemplated discussing this with him, with him specifically, before relenting. “Not really. I’m just…”

You waved your hand around, and he watched you lazily toss the metal to the side.

“It’s not working. This keeps happening. Why can’t I do it?”

“I’m sure if you keep trying-“

“I’ve tried as much as I can…!”

Ryohei fell silent, watching you throw your hands around as you struggled to find the words you wanted to say. He waited, willing to let you take your frustrations out on him. He was an older brother; he could handle this.

“I just want to be of use to you all and I can’t even do this!”

You were quiet for a moment before falling down onto your butt, hunched over to lean against your knees. You waved a hand again, weaker this time.

“I want to help, but I feel so useless. Sorry.”

And that, that word, ‘useless’… He didn’t like it, especially not from you.

“But you’ve done so much for us. It’s okay.”

“It’s not! I need to try harder-!”

“You’ve done enough.” His voice was firm. “You’re enough. You don’t have to try so hard. If you just keep pushing, you’ll tire out and won’t be able to do anything then.”

You’d become quiet, still, and he wondered if what he was saying was right. He wasn’t good with words, even he knew that. He got into fights over his wording often, he knew he wasn’t the best with it. Still, he wanted to try, he wanted to help.

“Who said you needed to use a weapon, anyway? They’re stupid. If you wanna protect the ones you love, it’s better to do it with your own two hands!”

You turned your head a little, and he quietened down because of your movement.

“Is that alright…? Just punch my way through it? Would that be enough for you all?”

“It’s been enough for me. I don’t see why it’d be any different for you.”

Ryohei crouched down and tilted his head to try and see your face, so you shook your head to try and toss your hair out of your face. He shuffled forward and moved it for you with a careful finger before dropping his hand onto your head.

You held each other’s gaze, quiet for a moment. Just watching, waiting.

When a crooked smile finally pulled at your lips, Ryohei lit up with a grin of his own.

“You’re the best hand-to-hand, aren’t you?” You asked, nudging your head up into his hand, lifting your head in the process. “Lemme follow you around so I can learn better.”

“Hm? I’ve never really taught anyone before.”

“Why, y’think I should go pick fights with Hibari or something instead? I doubt Sawada would fight me if I asked.”

Ryohei snorted a little at this, ruffling your hair up a bit before standing. He waved a hand at you, and you grabbed it tightly, as tight as you could.

“Guess I can try! Besides, if you ask Sawada honestly enough, he might!” He tugged you up onto your feet before throwing your hands into the air, and you grinned.

“I’ll just pick a fight so he has to!” Even with the strain of trying to keep your arm at the same height as his, you waved your hands around.

“I’m in your care, Sasagawa!”

“Of course! Let’s work hard, to the very extreme!”

#I hope you and your friend are doing a little better now anon #and I’m greatly touched you came to me for their comfort #you’re a kind friend anon #sasagawa ryohei #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #khr imagines #katekyo hitman reborn imagines #khr x reader #katekyo hitman reborn x reader #sasagawa ryohei x reader #33 #mine #requests #comfort fic

[kokichixreaderthings]

This might be a weird ask but- kokichi with an s/o whos a reality shifter? Like, they tell him that they shifted to that reality to meet him bcos in a different reality he's a comfort character?

(content warning: reality shifting)

kokichi x reality shifter s/o reader who just told him they shifted to see him!

okay i have so so many thoughts about this!!...so i only wrote one of them and expanded on it!

!!! it’s kinda angsty because i wanted to explore that potential side of things but it does get resolved !!  !

and this also isn’t my only idea of what would happen if you told kokichi you shifted to see him so im in no way saying that this is what would definitely happen if you shifted. but i hope this came out well and i hope you like it! :)

When the confession first come out of your mouth, Kokichi’s more confused than anything. His mind goes blank for a second, as he tries to register what you said.

You...what?

You reality shifted? To here?

...What?

He stops himself from thinking any further because this makes no sense! It must be a prank, right?

“Really? C’mon you honestly think I’d believe that?” he teases.

But you insist that you’re telling the truth.

...And it’s strange, he can’t see any lies in your statements. He’d like to brush that off, but he really can’t. You two have been together for some time, so he knows what you’re like when you’re lying. So it’s a little weird you’re not showing any of the signs you usually do.

It was a little frustrating. Because you had to be lying, right? It didn’t make sense otherwise!

Right?

Unless you really did reality shift to him?...

“Hey! Stop lying!” he exclaims, pouting and attempting to cry fake tears as a way to get you to admit you’re playing an elaborate prank on him.

But it doesn’t work, you stay consistent with your words, restating your confession. At this point, you even seemed a bit upset that he’s not believing you.

And again, there was no traces of a lie in your statements.

...It was still kind of hard to believe but you really had no reason to lie.

Kokichi really had no reason to not believe you.

You shifted realities...to see him.

“Woah.” he sighs, it finally started to sink in.

His first thought is that it’s kinda cool! If he knew this was a thing, he would’ve shifted away a while ago.

His second thought was...a bit more dark.

No, the act of shifting didn’t worry him. What he was more worried about was your intentions.

Before he can realize what this really means, and how pure and amazing your intentions were, his mind settles on some worse ideas.. He can’t really help it, he has deep insecurities and it’s practically a defense mechanism for him to assume the worst than to realize your affectionate ways.

By keeping this secret you lied to him. He hates being lied to and you know that. it makes him question your relationship with him. Was it even real? Was this just a game to you?

Was he just... a fictional character to you?

He doesn’t want to believe that, and in a way, he knows it’s not true. But again, he can’t stop himself from thinking that! The worries were overpowering and he’s scared. Scared that this whole thing was fake. Scared that you don’t care about him. Scared that you’ll suddenly decide you don’t love him and you’ll leave and shift away and never come back.

It’s too much. 

Usually, he’d put on a fake smile and a mask, to try to convince you that he’s not worried at all. But you would see right through that, wouldn’t you? Besides his face had been blank for a while and he can already see you catching on.

He needs some time to think.

So he squeezes your hand before he hurriedly leaves, planning to sort this out before he could upset you anymore.

yeah,,, he left in a rush

a split second decision!

it was just scary being vulnerable like this in front of anyone and with that onslaught of sudden thoughts, he just,,,left

he’s scared of losing you, he really is

and he doesn’t always understand why you’re with someone like him

so this possibility of this whole relationship being fake, it struck too close to him

but he wanted to believe it wasn’t true, he wanted to believe that you really did love him 

and he knows you!

 despite his self depreciating thoughts, he kind of has a hard time believing your relationship with him means nothing

with the way you acted,with the way you two were, how could it be fake?

 he hadn’t even noticed any traces of a lie!

so maybe he was overreacting earlier, but that didn’t get rid of his undeniable fears

they were hard to shake when they had been there for while

but you were willing to leave your reality for him!

that couldn’t have been a lie, could it?

...it showed you cared about him, even outside of this reality

...he really doesn’t know how someone watching him from afar could care for him so much...

it means a lot to him that you came here

you’re the best part of kokichi’s life at this point!

without you he’d be undeniably bored

and you wouldn’t do all this for a lie right?

he ponders over it for a while before realizing: no

you wouldn’t do all this for a lie

it’s his stupid trust issues messing everything up again.

he was used to it but he really hated that he had to question the best person in his life

especially someone he loves so much

especially someone who shifted realities for him!

trust issues suck :(

but he’s determined on making this better, on making you feel better

so he leaves his room and goes looking for a gift to buy you..

Kokichi shows up at your door less than a day later. He has a gift in his hand, something he knows you would really like. And he’s planning on cuddling and kissing you the whole day. Not only because he missed you, but because he knows he needs to apologize. He hurt you by leaving, and he hates making you upset.

Apologies are...hard. Telling the truth is hard. But it’s necessary. Anything to make you feel better.

So the first thing he says when you open the door is, “I’m sorry y/n!”

You look a bit surprised at the sudden words, and even more surprised as he hands you the gift, allowing you to take it. 

“Yup! I’m sorry, it’s the truth..” he sheepishly admits, forcing any trust issues he has to the side for now as he prepares to tell you the truth.

“I got kind of scared this wasn’t real y’know?” he reveals, “That you shifting to me was just...a little game for you. And I hate lies, you know that!”

You smile a bit, but it’s subtle. Maybe you were glad he was opening up to you. You knew it was hard for him.

“But I love you...”he continues, “and I know you didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want to lose you!  I don’t really care what reality you’re from...as long as you love me back.”

A moment in silence hangs in between you two.

“Jeez, that was really sappy.” Kokichi smiles nervously. He just told you the truth, and he doesn’t always like doing that. It makes his anxiety more prominent, but he doesn’t run away this time. He stays for you.

And luckily, you find a way to understand where he was coming from.

And he finds his way into your arms again, squeezing you tight.

You two hug for a while, and it’s him that refuses to let go of you...

after this, things are a lot better between you too!

over time, he becomes more okay with the whole reality shifting concept

and he’s definitely interested in your reality

“soooo what’s your life like? it’s boring, isn’t it? is that why you came here?”

if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay!

he won’t pressure you, though he will want some details!

“C’mon, I just want to know a little about my beloved’s backstory..”

and he feels a lot more comfortable teasing you a lot over this!

“aww i can’t believe my s/o would really shift realities for me! how cute!”

and he does really appreciate that you came all this way for him

it means a lot to him!

he tries to convey that to you all the time

over and over again, to make up for what he should have said when you first told him 

“i’m glad you’re here with me, my beloved.”

“y’know i’d be pretty lost without you. i wouldn’t have anyone to tease!”

“ugh, this reality would suck if you weren’t here!”

and now that secret is out of the way, your relationship is a lot stronger!

he gives you tons of affection 

constant kisses and cuddles!

he can’t live without you, really

“y/n! you havent hugged me in 5 minutes, I’m dying of touch starvation!!!”

and he opens up to you a lot more

if he’s feeling like you don’t love him, there’s a way better chance he’ll come and talk to you about it, rather than run away

overall he knows that you love him for who he is and he loves you for who you are, even if you came from a different reality! <3

thank you so much for reading!! remember kokichi ouma loves you no matter what reality you’re in <3 (even if his trust issues make him question it sometimes😔)

#reality shifting #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi oma #kokichi ouma #kokichi oma x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #kokichi x reader #a request! 💜 #im scared this doesn't make sense!! im sorry if it doesnt #i went so overboard with this i think lol #oh well i'll write another reality shifting thing at some point and i'll make it more fluffy

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𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮

pairing: Dabi x fem! reader, Hawks x fem! reader

warnings: 16+, suggestive comments, mentions of bruises/injuries, manga spoilers (about Dabi’s identity), swearing, mentions of daggers/knifes, mentions of death but none present, runaway kids

word count: ~2k words

genre: fluff/angst/crack (?)

synopsis: You’re stuck between two worlds; one good, one evil. Not to mention this unfortunate love triangle that you’ve found yourself in. Do you stick with what you’ve always known or risk it all for him?

a/n: hello !! ahh this is the first part of a little something i’ve been working on. i might make this a mini series so please let me know what you think!! reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3 enjoy xx

one: the beginning of the end

You remember the day you met him, as if it were yesterday. The memory was forever engraved in your brain and how so much has changed since then.

You were sitting in a dark alley, your back pressed against the side of a building. The boy with bright red hair and bruises covering his entire body approached you. He looked about your same age, so you didn’t think much of him.

“Do you have any food?” he asked you. You scoffed.

“If I did I would be eating it, and I wouldn’t share it with you.”

The boy crossed his arms. They were all bandaged up.

“That’s pretty selfish of you.”

“I guess I’m a selfish person.”

You brought your knees to your chest, trying to stay warm despite the holes in your clothing.

“Why are you all alone?” he asked. You sighed.

“Ran away. You?”

“Same here. My parents think I’m dead.”

“Lucky. Mine are looking for me,” you mumbled. He tilted his head.

“Then why did you leave?”

“Why do you care?”

“Just wondering,” he said. You stood up, facing him.

“I figured that if I stayed I would’ve winded up dead.”

“I guess we do have a lot in common.”

You pointed to his bandages.

“Get that from your quirk?” He shrugged.

“No, my dad did it. He’s a bastard.”

“Do you have a quirk?”

“Yeah, it’s a fire quirk. My family called it ‘cremation’.”

“That's morbid.” He chuckled.

“Do you have a quirk?”

“Yeah.”

“Well what is it?” he asked eagerly. You sighed, turning around.

“Woah you have wings? That’s so cool!”

“They’re still growing but they’re gonna be big and strong one day,” you insisted. The boy examined your wings, admiring them.

“We could be a cool team, you know? My fire, your wings, we’d be unstoppable,” he smiled. You raised a brow.

“A team? You’re a stranger.”

“Not like either of us have anyone else. We could use each other.”

“I don’t need anybody,” you huffed. The boy sighed.

“Come on, it could be fun working together.”

“You want to be a hero or something?”

“Not anymore. Heroes are jerks, just like my dad. I want to be better than a hero.”

Better than a hero? For the longest time you didn’t understand what he meant. After all, heroes were supposed to be the peak of society. So who was better?

“I need to know your name if we are gonna be a team,” you said. The boy looked to the floor.

“I’m thinking about changing mine...start fresh, you know?” he whispered. You nodded.

“Okay, what can I call you until then?”

“Touya, but only when we are alone. I need people to keep thinking I’m dead.” You chuckled.

“You really are morbid, but alright. I’ll just go by Y/N.”

“Okay Y/N. We are gonna be a great team one day.”

~

You were there for him when his hair changed from red to white. You were there to be his ‘getaway flight’ when he stole his first box of black hair dye. He was there for you when you were freezing at night, lighting a soft flame to keep you warm. He was there for you when you had growing pains from your wings, as the feathers stretched out and began to develop into daggers. The two of you were always there for each other.

You were there for him when he decided to start going by Dabi. You never called him Touya again. The two of you grew up together, sharing secrets about your past lives and deciding how to live your future. He was right, you two certainly made a good team.

It started as petty crimes. Stealing food and clothes just to get by. The more you got away with it all, the easier it got. Before you knew it, you were ridiculing the entire hero society. Dabi’s harsh criticism ran through your mind constantly, and you couldn’t help but see where he was coming from.

In your teenage years, your quirk developed to its highest potential. You were a sight for sore eyes.

“Test it out!” insisted Dabi. You took a deep breath and stared at the makeshift target before you.

“Back up.”

You shot your wings out. They were much bigger than you, almost swallowing you whole. You concentrated at the target, aiming for the bullseye.

“Okay…let’s see…”

You spread out your feathers, thinking of the one right at the top. It was white compared to the rest that were black. You had about twenty white feathers in comparison to the abundance of black ones. You looked at the bullseye again, and shot your feather straight at it. It’s poison started to bleed through the fabric. You looked at Dabi, smiling.

“I did it!” You cheered. Dabi smiled, giving you a high five.

“That’s sick.”

From the surface, your wings would look like any other feathers. However, the quills were replaced by daggers. Sharp knives hidden by soft feathers all made up your large wings. The few white feathers you had, contained a poison strong enough to kill someone instantly.

“We are gonna be unstoppable,” said Dabi. You smirked.

“Damn right.”

~

As years passed and heroes became more and more powerful, you and Dabi knew you had to do something in order to feel less helpless. You had heard of this underground league for people like you. As much as Dabi wanted things to be just the two of you, the both of you decided it might be worth a shot.

The room was dark and dingy and it reeked of alcohol. You and Dabi stood in the corner of the room, with another girl. A group of interesting people stood before you. You looked up at Dabi.

“These guys look like they haven’t touched grass in years.”

“Names?” asked one of them. You gave Dabi a nudge, insisting that he goes first.

“I’m going by Dabi.”

“Uh Y/N.”

“Himiko Toga!”

“Quirks?” asked someone else.

“Cremation.”

“Dead Wings”

“Transform!”

One of the group stepped towards you. He was tall and lengthy, bare hands covered him. It was an unusual sight to say the least.

“You don’t look like you have wings,” he said.

“And you don’t look like you’ve ever heard of lotion.” Dabi sneered. The guy found it less amusing. You sighed.

“I can change their size. It would get pretty annoying if I had these monstrous feathers on my back all the time,” you explained.

“Show me how it works. There’s already a hero with wings, what makes you better?”

You looked at Dabi, smirking.

“Alright.”

You took a few steps forward and expanded your wings.

“WOW THOSE ARE COOL-I’ve seen better.”

“You see, compared to the number three hero, my feathers actually have sharp daggers on them instead of regular-old quills. I can still control them wherever I please, but if I happen to hit you with one of my white feathers, you’ll be dead within seconds due to the poison they contain,” you explained, “can I have a volunteer?”

“Use your buddy over there.”

You turned around. Dabi groaned. He moved to be pressed up against the wall.

“I swear if you actually hit me-”

“Quiet staples.”

You lifted your pointer finger, causing your feathers to spread. You then pointed at Dabi, causing a group of them to shoot at him. Lucky for him they outlined him instead of striking him.

“Thank god…”

You moved to stand with Dabi again. The rest of the group mumbled among themselves.

“Alright, clearly you all could be valuable assets to the League. I guess we can keep you around.”

“Can we know your names now or are you just gonna keep playing the ominous card?” groaned Dabi.

“Tomura Shigaraki. This is Twice, Spinner, Mange, Mr. Compress, and Kurogiri. Welcome to the League of Villains.”

You smiled, giving Dabi a nudge.

“Sick.”

That was the beginning of the end for you and Dabi.

~

As much as you and Dabi hated to admit it, the L.O.V. soon became the family you never had. You got close with Toga, even sharing a room with her despite Dabi’s protest. Shigaraki still got on your nerves, but you played nice. Everyone was kind, even with their reputation. Of course there was Dabi, your other half. The day you found each other was really the best day of your life. You cared for each other. You grew up together. You loved each other.

It was an unspoken understanding between you and him. You never would say it outloud, but after being with him for so long, you couldn’t imagine life without him. Dabi loved you. He really loved you, a feeling he thought he was incapable of having. Still, these words remained unspoken.

Shigarki had called you all for a meeting. You groaned, walking to the main room with Dabi. Everyone was seated at a table waiting for you.

“Woah is this an intervention or some shit?” you chuckled.

“Take a seat.”

You did as you were told, sitting beside Dabi.

“So after a few discussions, we have decided that-”

“I said no,” interrupted Dabi. You looked at him.

“No to what? Did you all have a meeting without me?”

“Well we were talking about you so it would’ve been a little silly to have you there,” laughed Toga. Your eyes widened.

“You jackasses are talking about me behind my back!?” You stood up from your seat. Tomura sighed.

“Don’t get your feathers in a twist Y/N, it was all good things.”

“I already told you all that the answer is no,” said Dabi sternly.

“Huh?”

“We have a mission for you Y/N.”

Your eyes lit up. Dabi groaned, standing up from his seat.

“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT-”

“You all are finally letting me go on a mission?!”

Since you joined the L.O.V. you always worked behind the scenes. Everyone always insisted that it was because they could handle it without you, and that they would save you for the bigger missions. In reality, someone just wanted to protect you.

“No we aren’t,” huffed Dabi.

“You’re outnumbered staples. She’s going on the mission,” said Spinner. You couldn’t stop smiling.

“Okay so what is it? I can handle it, I swear!”

“Why can’t Toga do it?” questioned Dabi.

“None of us can do it besides Y/N. There’s a reason she hasn’t been on the front line for any missions and why we kept her hidden until now. If we send anyone else but her in there, they’ll recognize us,” explained Shigaraki. You raised a brow.

“Wait am I going undercover or something?”

“So is no one gonna listen to me? Great…”

“Just tell me please?” You whined. Shigaraki sighed.

“So your mission is to go undercover and infiltrate the Hawks Hero Agency. Hawks recently put out that he is looking for a new assistant, so you’ll be applying for the job. Once you have it, we need you to gain as much information as possible. Do whatever it takes to gain his trust. Hawks has a big mouth, and as his assistant he’ll tell you things that he probably shouldn’t. If all goes as planned, we will eventually take over the agency, capturing both him and hopefully Endeavor as well. Got it?”

You tried to process all the information that was being thrown at you. Dabi looked furious.

“This is just a bad idea-”

“I’ll do it.”

“Perfect! It’s settled then!” smiled Toga.

“No it’s not. You’re gonna send Y/N undercover as the number two hero’s assistant and expect her to do whatever it takes to get information?”

“Yes that’s exactly what we are going to do.”

“That is a porno waiting to happen!” huffed Dabi. You chuckled.

“I’ll be careful I promise. Nothing is gonna happen.”

“Mange picked you up some clothes and we made your resume. You interview tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow? What happens if I don’t get the job?” You asked.

“We took care of the other applicants,” smirked Toga. You nodded.

“Fuck this…” Dabi stormed out of the room, his hands in his pockets. You sighed.

“I’ll deal with him later, but I swear I can do this. I won’t let you all down.”

The rest of the league looked at you.

“We know you won’t.”

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Prom Queen: Chapter 4

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Word Count: 1,800

Pairings: Endgame Prinxiety, Platonic LAMP, more could be included at a later point

Warning: Swearing, small food mention, let me know if there’s anything I missed!

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Summary: “Hey Virgil, tell us about yourself, yeah?” one of the girls asked, the guy she was just talking with fixing his gaze on to Virgil too.

(Make sure to read all the way to the end if you want my thoughts so far! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for this story, my art, or writing! Enjoy the chapter!)

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Virgil started to spend more time with the popular kids after they got back to school, something he never thought would be happening. They were gossipy and didn’t really appeal to Virgil as overall people but Roman was their friend so he started to get to know them for the sake of his best friend. He didn’t even really know them honestly, they almost never talked about themselves or their interests or anything in terms of personal information, the conversations almost consistently focused on the drama going around the school that day. There was something new every time they went over. For a solid month, he and Roman would go chat for a minute or two before going off to find Patton and Logan.

That was actually what they were just doing that day when one of Roman’s friends got Virgil’s attention.

“Hey Virgil, tell us about yourself, yeah?” one of the girls asked, the guy she was just talking with fixing his gaze on to Virgil too.

Virgil looked over to Madison if he remembered correctly, trying to hide most of his shock at the fact that she even addressed him. Not many of Roman’s friends acknowledged him much when they would go over but Virgil guessed they’d taken some interest in him. He had been coming over with Roman for quite a good while now, it figures they’d notice his presence at some point. He had to respond quick though, this chance couldn’t go to waste. “Uh, ok, what do you want to know?”

“What kind of music do you listen to?” Well, an odd question to start off with.

Virgil shrugged a bit. “Eh, just what everyone else listens to, you know? Not really anything in particular. It’s not like I really look for songs to listen to by anyone specific.”

Roman nudged him with a snort. “Since when has this ever been the case? If there’s one thing I know about you, it’s that you’re emo through and through,” he said, a certain fondness to his look. Virgil bumped his shoulder with a laugh back, fixing him with a playful glare.

“And what if I can like things that you don’t expect of me, huh?” Virgil asked with a slight tease. Roman simply raised an eyebrow but shrugged, letting the argument go without much more of a struggle. Roman wasn’t wrong though, he still listened to everything that he had before, none of it had changed despite what he said. Definitely none of what people usually listened to. He was never one to follow trends with music or otherwise and Roman unfortunately knew that.

“Do you do anything interesting?” one of the people joining the conversation asked.

“Things here and there, not exactly much. School is a drag, takes up way too much of my time to actually let me focus on anything even remotely interesting,” Virgil said calmly, trying to look casual. He hoped it was working, he felt like a nervous wreck. With a few laughs and a “Fuck yeah it is!” he mustered up the courage to add in, “I draw if that counts for anything.”

“Oh yeah? Mind if we take a look?”

Virgil nodded and rummaged through his bag, finding a leather bound book. This one happened to be his more serious one, he had another that was far more personal stashed away. Only Roman, Patton, and Logan ever saw that one, and not even in its full entirety. The personal one had gotten a lot more use than the one currently in his hands. Virgil slid the book over the table and he watched as it was opened to a page of really messy scribbles in the shape of a distraught person’s face. He’d remembered drawing that one, he was in the middle of history sophomore year having a panic attack but was too nervous to ask to step outside.

“Woah, this is cool man,” Tyler said as he looked over it, others nodding in agreement. They proceeded to flip through the pages for a bit while they took turns asking him more questions.

With so much talk, Virgil noticed Roman jump up suddenly, tugging at Virgil’s sleeve frantically. “Pat and Specs!” he explained before packing up his things frantically. “So sorry guys, I need to talk to them before we have to go to class! I’ll catch up with you tomorrow!” he shouted out as he started speed walking, Virgil in tow. Virgil barely managed to collect up his stuff before he was at Roman’s side, seeing the slightest crease between Roman’s eyebrows. As relieved as Virgil was to be away from all of the questions and potential judgement, he noticed Roman was in a big rush. He couldn’t really place why.

“Hey, you uh.. You ok? What’s up?” Virgil asked, relieved as Roman slowed down a little as they turned a corner.

“I just want to get to Pat and Specs, they’re our friends you know?” Roman asked with a bit of an edge before sighing. “Sorry, I just didn’t expect you to uh.. Hit it off so much with them, I usually just say a quick hello really,” he explained.

“Really? You think so?” Virgil really hoped he was impressing the popular kids, they were Roman’s friends after all. If he was having luck with them, he wasn’t going to lose Roman that easily. He couldn’t possibly do that, not when he’d already put so much at risk.

“Yeah but anyone who doesn’t like you how you are is insane,” Roman said lowly. Virgil thought he saw Roman’s jaw clench for a second but he quickly looked ahead of them as Roman glanced over.

Virgil was tackled in a hug by Patton, causing him to smile as he hugged back. He didn’t smile for long though as the bell rang, causing Roman to sigh. He looked over, laughing a little awkwardly. “Ha, sorry Ro, didn’t mean to make us so late.”

Roman shrugged. “It’s ok, just means we’ll have to get here as soon as possible tomorrow!” With that, he and Logan started to talk as they headed to class together.

Virgil watched as Roman walked away from him and Patton and he frowned slightly before Patton was nudging his shoulder and nodding his head to the direction of their classes.

Virgil nodded back and started walking, burying his hands deep into his pockets. He really wished he had his usual hoodie to pull over his head and hide from the world. His bangs would have to do, giving him a good look at the sickeningly sweet pink he’d decided on a month prior. Who let him do that again?

“Hey, you ok?” Patton asked, silently offering Virgil a cookie. Snickerdoodle today, Virgil would’ve usually loved it.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Virgil told him. “I’m not hungry, thanks though.”

Patton looked at him with a worried look for a second before sighing, taking a bite of the cookie himself. “Alright Virge, if you say so. Who knows, maybe some rest is all you need, make sure you go easy on yourself!”

Virgil agreed, looking ahead of them.

He went home that day and went through the motions in a haze, glad when he finally got out of his disgustingly bright outfit. He stared blankly at the wall when he got a text from Roman.

“Hey, sorry I was so tense where we left things off.. I promise you didn’t do anything, that was all me.”

“What was up with that?” Virgil texted back.

Roman’s response took a minute before it popped up on Virgil’s screen. “I don’t know, I just didn’t expect them to really take such an interest in you. They can be a bit... Stuffy. Like, all the time, I much prefer hanging out with you, Pat, and Specs.”

“I mean, they’re your friends right? They asked me questions, I answered.”

“Yeah, that’s true. Some of your answers surprised me though lol, you are truly a dark and stormy knight after all!”

“Hey, I’m allowed to expand my tastes, aren’t I? You got me into some of your dumb musicals after all.”

“They are not dumb, take that back you jerk!”

Virgil snorted, hugging his pillow to his chest as he typed out another message. “Oh yeah? Make me, you pompous thespian drama queen.”

“I just might!”

Before Virgil could respond, Roman shot him a quick text reading “Shit, GTG, I need to run a few scenes before I sleep! Until tomorrow~!”

“Go chase your dreams of ‘professional make believe’ as Logan would say, night.”

As an afterthought, Virgil tacked on a red heart before blushing harshly, cursing into his hands. He really did that, no taking that one back now was there?

Either way, check in time. Roman was still his friend, they just had a normal conversation like two human beings ought to be able to have. While he seemed a little off-put by some of the changes Virgil was talking about, he didn’t seem to take it as a serious offense so a plus there. The clothes were horrible, Virgil still hated his hair, but he was doing this for Roman so he’d suck it up. Roman’s friends were starting to like him, they liked his art so that was good. Luckily they latched on to something he couldn’t lie about.

Just as Virgil was about to go to bed, another notification popped up on his phone, this time from an unknown number. Virgil stared at it for moment, his brow furrowed. He opened it though and read it.

“Hey Virgil, this is Madison! Got ur number from Roman’s phone lol, hope u don’t mind sweetie!”

Well, he kind of did mind but putting that aside-

“Hi, did you need anything?”

“Not rn but I might! Just wanted to have ur number just in case. Anyways, I’m going to bed, see u tomorrow!”

Virgil nodded to himself before he got one more text.

“BTW loveeeee ur artwork, keep up the good work bby!”

This was certainly... Bizarre. He didn’t expect to ever have the number of a popular girl in his phone but he never knew high school would be this insane. He’d survive this though, for Roman if nothing else. And if not, he just might lose Roman forever and never be able to forget about it for as long as he lives! Ok, breathe Virgil, breathe...

Things would work out, Virgil was going to make sure they did or die trying. Nobody, Roman included, could think to stop him now.

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More Prom Queen content huh? Anyways hey hey hey guys! How’d you like the newest chapter?

To be honest, I’m not sure how to feel about this one. I feel like all of my writings sound like they’re in an echo chamber. Like as if the events are completely isolated and don’t fit into an expansive narrative and existence. I have no idea if that makes a bit of sense, it might just be my depression tbh? It’s been kicking my butt more than usual.

But Virgil is finally getting noticed by the popular kids, woohoo! This obviously can’t go wrong! We shall see what Virgil will be getting up to with time!

As always, feel free to leave comments or send me asks and whatnot if you want to talk with me about the story! I’d love to hear from you guys!

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[lofitojii]

PART [I] Guardian Angel

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Summary: You are a new sidekick to the number two hero of Tokyo, Hawks. You team up with another sidekick, Bakugou, in an ongoing investigation on a serial killer. Unexpected interactions happen that flip the whole case around causing new, confusing feelings which alter your relationships in ways you never saw coming. 

Word Count: 4.6k

Warning: Minor Swearing 

A/N: It’s HERE!!! The new series I’ve been working on for the last month is finally planned out and I’m super excited about it! Please let me know what you think, there will be posts made for discussions before the new part is released. 

NOTE: This is not following the current story at all. The League of Villains do not play any part in this at all, only Dabi. 

Guardian Angel Master List

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The fall air was crisp, every inhaled breath chilling your body from the inside out. The leaves looked as if they were on fire, the deep crimson, the burnt orange, lighting up the grey world they resided in. This was your favorite time of year, when you could visibly see the seasons change. Despite the fact the darkest part of the year was right around the corner, you were looking forward to all of it. This year was going to be different, you could feel it ridden within you.

It was your first day at your new job, completely unaware and new to the area. You had moved in the weekend prior, receiving the job through a simple phone call interview. You had no idea who or what your new boss looked like. All you knew is that you were hand picked from a group of qualifying sidekicks to the number 2 hero, Hawks. Apparently he is a very busy man, and the only thing you knew about him was that his quirk was similar to yours. Except he can’t put his wings away. 

How can you not know who the number 2 hero is? Well, coming from a rather small town where you worked 7 days a week kind of took up most of your free time, and when you did get a moment to yourself, you were either reading or spending time with the locals. You didn’t care much for TV or the news or social media. You enjoyed quality time and company, something most people didn’t really understand. 

Your quirk was known as the ‘Angel Quirk’ meaning you had white wings that grew in size under your control, whenever you pleased. You also had a healing factor to your quirk, using your feathers as a type of medicine as well. You were a Pro Hero’s sidekick back in your home town but received an email one morning that read: 

Dear Y/N,

After doing intense research and speaking to your most recent employer and university teachers, you have been chosen to accompany Japan’s number 2 hero, Hawks, as his personal sidekick with the goal of becoming one of Japan’s very own perosnal Pro Heroes. According to your employer, he has said he feels you have greater potential that you can’t utilize in your small town. Please give us a call or email us back. Thank you!

-Hawks Agency

You had no idea your previous employer had reached out until you received that letter. You didn’t mind doing small hero work here and there in your small town but when your boss stressed to you that you could be and do more, you decided to reach out. You didn’t know what you were expecting but you had received the job within the first 10 minutes of your interviewl. 

So that’s where you are now, downtown Tokyo, trying your best to understand how the train systems worked. Yeah, you could’ve just flown there but you didn’t want to make a scene before debuting with your new boss. It was just something you had decided, thinking that maybe an article would be released about a new hero coming to town rather than being seen with Hawks himself first. You didn’t want to come off as rude or arrogant, even though you knew you were probably overthinking the situation. 

You just wanted to make a good impression, regardless of what your old boss had said about you. They already have this idea of you, and you wanted to live up to that idea. Your boss did speak highly of you, you didn’t want to let anyone down, mainly yourself. 

“Damn, this city is huge,” you cursed out loud, looking up from the city map you had picked up at the subway stop before you hopped on. “So if that’s the coffee shop, then I still have about a good mile or two before I get to the agency building. Maybe I should use my wings to get the- OOF!” you were hit in the back, causing you to choke on your words and stumble over onto the cement. 

“Sorry!” You looked up to see a man, his red wings casting a long shadow over you. “Didn’t see ya there! Sometimes I’m too fast for my own damn good.” He reached his hand out, letting you tightly grip it as he helped you up. 

“You’re good, I was the one standing there like a mindless idiot,” you joked, reaching down to pick up the things you had dropped due to your collision. When you stood up, you noticed that he was already gone. Wow, so much for being polite. He said sorry but what does that mean when he just flies off without saying anything else? Whatever, you had to get to work so you just decided to brush it off. 

You expanded your white wings, trying your best to fly higher than the city clouds in order to keep people from seeing you. You thought to yourself that maybe this was the best route to work, clear yet cold skys. Not to mention you would cut your full trip in half. You landed in front of the office building, retracting your wings back to its original, small size before entering the building. You approached the girl that was sitting behind a desk, tapping away at her keyboard. You cleared your throat before interrupting. “Hi, I’m the new sidekick Y/N. Just wondering where I need to go?” You asked the front receptionist you guided you towards the elevators. 

“It’s the top floor,” she smiled. “Good luck, Miss Y/N.” You let out a sigh of relief as you stood in the elevator alone. Your day had just barely started and yet you could feel yourself already growing tired of everything. Your temper was rather short today, that man setting something off in you when he left without saying anything. Thank god you didn’t have to worry about him anymore. Tokyo was a rather large city, what are the chances of running into him a second time? You tried your best to shake off the incident that took place this morning, not wanting it to ruin your full day ahead of you. 

You walked up to the giant wooden doors, knocking twice before opening them. You were greeted with a huge open window, a single desk sitting in the middle of the room with a beautiful view behind it. There were bookshelves lined with literature you had read or had planned to read. “Similar tastes,” you whispered as you traced along the backbone of the books. The room was empty, leaving you alone to examine the things you found interesting to you. 

“You like what you see?” Wait a second… That voice... “You must be the new sidekick. How’s it going? I’m Hawks.” You turned around and were faced with the man that had knocked you over earlier. For some reason, dread took over, your actions visible to the man standing in front of you. “Why the long face?” 

“You’re kidding me, right?” you scoffed, the man giving you a blank look. “You literally knocked me off my feet earlier? I dropped everything?” He was still giving you that stupid blank look. “You’re joking…” 

“OH! I remember now. Yeah sorry about that,” he scratched the back of his head nervously. “I was in a hurry.” Wow...

“Obviously.” You rolled your eyes at his comment, unimpressed with the lack of remorse that came through his tone. You felt as if this relationship would be decided here, right now, just based on the way you were feeling as he stood there, a stupid grin plastard on his face. You let out a deep sigh, trying to regulate your breathing so you wouldn’t lash out on your new boss who was standing inches away from you. “I guess I’ll introduce myself since we’ll be working together. My name is Y/N L/N, I’m from a small town about 4 hours out of Tokyo. My quirk is known as the ‘Angel Quirk’ meaning I can do anything you can but better.” 

“Woah, woah,” he stopped you, waving his hands in the air. “That’s a pretty bold statement, newby. What do you mean ‘better’?” 

“I mean I can hide my wings if I want to, and also can expand them when I choose. They regenerate within the hour, I can use them to heal both internal and external wounds depending on how severe the injury is. I can also use them as weapons, hardening them as I please.” 

“Okay but can you use them to listen to things? Do you have the ability to use them as an extension of you? As in, can you use them to listen or to track?” He was grilling you with questions, almost as if you struck a nerve with him. It was quite amusing to see him all flustered like this.

“I can use them to track things within a certain radius, the further away from the feather, the harder it is for me to make things out.” He furrowed his brows, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff. 

“Okay yeah, your quirk is better in some parts but that doesn’t make you better than me.” 

“I never said I was better than you, I only said my quirk was better. You’re the number 2 hero for a reason, I have no doubt in your skill at all.” He really got his feelings hurt that bad by your comment? Talk about a fragile ego. 

He let out a sigh, sounding a little grumpy in his words as he went through the paperwork with you. “Oh and take this,” He handed you a bag, his cheeks flushed red. “I don’t know what it looks like but the design team came up with it since we do have similar quirks.” 

“A new costume?” You raised an eyebrow, looking at the fabric with the paper bag. It was a body suit, like an actual teddy style body suit, a pair of sheer tights, and some knee high boots. There was also a pair of yellow goggles, matching the ones Hawks were wearing. “What if people think we’re dating?” You didn’t really think about it much until Hawks gave you your new costume that was almost identical in color to his. It was balck and gold, just like his shirt, the cropped jacket being a deeper shade of brown, just like his jacket. 

“And? So what if they do? I wouldn’t mind faking it,” he smirked, winking directly at you. He began to laugh as you reached your hand to hide your crimson cheeks. They were warm, you knew his comment made you blush, and so did he.

“Shut the hell up,” you responded, biting your lip. “I’m going to request a new jacket at least. I’m sorry but this color is hideous with the black.” 

“You really think so?” he asked, looking at his own jacket. “Well in that case, I’ll ask for them to give us black ones.” 

“White,” you stopped him. “I want a white one.” 

“White it is, m’lady,” he bowed, getting up from his seat. He leaned over his desk, transitioning from his bowed state, coming face to face with you. He was so close you could smell the lingering fragrance of mint coming from his breath. “I’m excited to work with you.” You quickly got up, bowing in response all in one quick motion, knocking your head with his. It was loud, painful, and embarrassing all within the 30 seconds that it took place. “Ow ow ow ow ow,” he rubbed his forehead, exposing the red bump that was getting ready to form. 

You were quick to pluck two white feathers from the right side of your back, leaning over the desk and pressing it to his forehead. “Hold still,” you struggled to get out as Hawks winced in pain. You let out a deep breath, focusing on the feather in your hand. It was quick to dissolve, leaving Hawks in awe with what had just happened. He sat back down, watching you apply the same treatment to yourself. 

“Wow,” he breathed, still in shock from what just took place. “Your quirk really is cool.” 

“The only downside to my healing is that it’s only possible with the right side of my wings. The left side doesn’t have the same ability,” you admitted while sitting back down, your wings returning to their smaller size so you were able to sit more comfortably. Hawks just sat there, gobsmacked with the events that just occurred. “To be honest, we gotta get this whole bumping into each other thing under control.” 

“You’re telling me,” he whispered, leaning back in his own seat. He finally snapped back into reality after being lost within himself. “Go change into your new costume and I’ll put the order in for the white coat. You’re going on patrol today with one of my other sidekicks. He’s newer to the team so it will be good for you two to get comfortable with each other. I will warn you though, he’s a bit of a hot head. Short temper, super egotistical. Great guy though, you’ll love him.” 

“He sounds wonderful,” you noted sarcastically. You were soon interrupted by the sound of the door opening, being greeted with a blonde haired man with quite the aggressive scowl. 

“What the hell did you say, you damn bird?” You turned your head, taking notice to his rather large grenade equipment covering his forearms. Those have to be super heavy, the look like they weigh more than the man himself. 

“There you are! Bakugou, I’d like you to meet your new partner, Y/N! You guys are going to be working together from here on out. You’re still my sidekicks, so we’re still a team here but when it comes to the more lowkey stuff, like investigations and patrolling, you guys will be working together.” Did he really just say ‘lowkey’? How old is this guy? He’s got to be older than you, having started his own agency, right? 

“Yeah, whatever,” Bakugou growled. Hawks wasn’t kidding when he said this guy was a hot head, the vibe he was giving off really intimidated you. But then again, you weren’t one to take shit, not even from some punk coworker with a short temper. “I’m leaving in 10. Better hurry you noob.” 

“Noob?” You questioned, grabbing your things and following Bakugou out the room. You stopped before you reached the door, turning around and bowing towards Hawks. “Thank you!” 

“Good luck, kid!” He waved back, his smile sweet and reassuring. You had experienced something rather unpleasant that morning with Hawks, only to find out he was your new boss. He seemed to be quite the air head, or at least spacey in some aspect. He was interesting to you, and for some reason you wanted to know more about him. The fact he had asked for you specifically out of all the other applicants was even more interesting to you. Did he choose you for another reason? Was it because you had a similar quirk to his? As time goes on, you can only hope that you’ll uncover these hidden secrets you were so focused on. He didn’t need to tell you he was hiding anything, you could just feel something in his aura. 

You followed Bakugou who led you to the women's locker room, telling you he would wait outside the door for you to be finished. He actually told you to ‘hurry the fuck up’ but you just rolled your eyes at his demand. You thought to yourself that if anyone else would have been paired up with this guy, you were sure they would resign due to his attitude. You weren’t one to give up, though. You were here for a reason, having a set goal that wasn’t about to be ruined due to some smart asses comments. Not to mention, the children in the foster home you grew up in were mean as hell. 

When you put on the outfit, you were flustered by how revealing it was. You did mention that you needed flexibility in your costume but you didn’t think it was going to be some kind of lingerie set. Hopefully the coat you requested is available soon, thinking that maybe it would help cover up some of the more revealing parts. 

You exited the locker room, only things on you being your Hero License and your outfit. Bakugou handed you an ear piece, letting you know it’s used for the both of you, two other side kicks and Hawks himself. “So what exactly are we doing today?” You asked, exiting the building with Bakugou by your side. 

“We’ve been asked to investigate the west side of town. Rumor has it that some dick head guy has been spotted frequently in the area who has been linked to a chain of murdered victims. All the bodies have similar burn marks, as if it’s this guys sick way of marking his work. Our job is to try and see if we can narrow down his exact location.” You had read over the file prior to moving to the city, being asked by the agency so that way you weren’t too behind on what was going on. 

Description: Black hair, scars covering majority of his body, black coat, black shoes, distressed jeans. Last known location: West Tokyo. Number of bodies linked to crime: 12. 

“Well then,” you started, letting your wings grow to their full capability. You reached your hand out towards Bakugou, signaling for him to grab on. 

“What the hell? What are you doing? I don’t need your fucking help.” 

“I get that but if you let me carry you, we could cut our trip time in half and with it being fall, almost winter, it’s going to get dark soon. I have no doubt that you can get there by yourself but if we want to play it smart and more efficient,” you sang, reaching your hand out again for him to take, letting your actions finish your statment. He wasn’t happy about the idea but he knew you were right, making it obvious by his aggressive huff. 

You wrapped Bakugou up in your arms, taking off the second you knew you had a secure grip on him. With flying to the west side of town, it really did cut the travel time in half, leaving you an extra hour or so to investigate, much longer than what the estimated time stated. “Land there!” Bakugou yelled, pointing at the roof of a mini mart that was placed in between two rather tall buildings. You released your grip on him, his immediate reaction being annoyed and bothered by the ‘wind’ and you ‘flying too damn fast’. You just ignored his remarks, letting him take the lead on the investigation so he would stop complaining. 

“How long have you worked for Hawks?” You asked, taking a seat next to Bakugou. He lowered his glasses that matched both yours and Hawks’, using them to enhance his sight towards the ground below. 

“Why do you care?” He growled, avoiding any sort of eye contact with you. 

“Well I don’t but if we’re going to be working together, I think it’s important that we have a bearable relationship, don’t you agree?” 

“No I don’t. I don’t care who you are or where you come from. We’re co workers, that’s it.” You didn’t expect Bakugou’s words to hurt as much as they did. You barely met the guy and he’s already made his decision on how the relationship was going to be. A part of you wanted to just let it go, to just accept the fact that he didn’t care for personal relationships, but the other part, the part of you that always got you into trouble, wanted to know and be more with him. 

“Well I care,” you finally blurted out, causing Bakugou to finally look over at you. “I’m not saying that we have to be friends but if we want to be a strong team, we have to get to know each other on a more personal level. I can see you’re very strong and I also know that we could be really good together. So ignore me all you want but I’m not going to stop asking.” He looked puzzled, as if no one had ever bothered to speak to him like this. It was as if he was thrown into foreign territory and had to figure out how to navigate to the sudden outburst. 

“3 months,” he answered, immitadly turning away from you. You couldn’t help but smile at the small achievement you had accomplished. It wasn’t something drastic or something to celebrate, but you took it as a win regardless.  

After sitting on the roof for a good half hour, you had decided to take street view, letting Bakugou keep the high ground. You were told that the suspect wore a black coat, had dark features, but the main identifier being his scars. He wore the black coat to hide his arms and body and wore a face mask to hide the scars that are suspected to be on his face. 

After mindlessly walking for what felt like forever, Bakugou finally came through the ear piece. “Angel, there’s a man fitting our description on the other side of the street, walking towards your direction.” You were quick to react, trying to spot any signs of a man in a dark coat. You thought you were going to lose him in the crowd, having to make your way through groups of people walking in your opposite direction. 

“Bakugou, I don’t-” You were suddenly cut off, being pushed back by the force of colliding with another person. You lost your balance, falling straight onto the concrete sidewalk below you. “Ouch…” You winced in pain, the collision of your bum hitting the hard concrete rattling you a bit. You looked up to see what it was that you had bumped into, Bakugou screaming in your ear before you could put the pieces together. 

“THAT’S HIM!” You made eye contact, complete shock written across your facial features as you stared directly at the man you had been looking for. 

“Here,” he reached his hand out, offering to help you up from your fall. “Sorry about that. It’s easy to get caught up in these crowds.” You were hesitant to take his hand but did it anyways, knowing that you had to diminish any sort of suspicion. His hand was rough to the touch, as if it was scared more so than dry skin. You noticed his stitches that held his scars together, slightly grazing over them as you released. “Oh uhh.. I got these cause my quirk is too strong for me to really handle.” The man seemed to be around your age, his whole appearance matching the description you were given. 

What do I do? 

“Oh I wasn’t meaning to stare,” you hesitantly assured him, trying to awkwardly laugh off the situation. 

“I haven’t seen you around here before,” he finally changed the subject, the new topic being just as stressful as the last. 

“Oh yeah I’m new to town! Just doing an internship so I’m still kind of new to all of this. I’m just out patrolling the area, making sure nothing bad happens. Ya know, the normal hero stuff.” You awkwardly scratched the back of your head, avoiding eye contact as best as you could. In all honesty, you wanted to cut this conversation short and let Bakugou track him to wherever he was planning on going, but your mind had gone blank. You were unable to think of an out so instead, you had to let the conversation carry on until you found an opening. 

“Well I bet people will feel better having such a pretty hero like you around to keep them safe.” Woah woah woah… Did he really just call you pretty? And are you actually blushing right now at his comment?? Get it together Y/N! 

“Eh- haha. I mean I’m just doing my job, just like any other hero.” Please leave. Please go away. Please give me an opening to get out of here.

“I guess I’ll be seeing a lot more of you then?” His smile was everything but welcoming. You could see that this man wasn’t someone who found heroes pleasant to begin with. The uneasy feeling you had when you made eye contact the first time started to grow, causing you to internally panic. “Cute wings. Reminds me of another Pro Hero I see flying around here sometimes.”

“Uh… Who?” You asked, trying your best to play dumb. He furrowed his brows, your response coming off more suspicious than before. “I’m sorry. Like I said, I’m new here and I don’t even know who I work for. I was just sent here as soon as I got there so I haven’t really met anyone.” 

“Huh. Well I’m sure you’ll meet him soon. Especially if you have wings like that,” he said, pointing to your enlarged wings. “He’s a pretty big fan of people who have similar quirks to his.” 

“I’ll definitely have to keep an eye out then. Sounds like we’d get along.” 

“The names Dabi, by the way. And you are?” Did he really just tell you his name? Was the whole ‘play dumb’ act really working? Could this be some kind of message that he wants to send to Hawks since he was the one who mentioned him? 

“You can call me Angel,” you responded, knowing it was better to offer your hero name rather than your real one. You chose the hero name ‘Angel’ because it could be taken as either a hero name or even a birth given name. 

“Angel,” he repeated, barely above a whisper. “Fitting.” You didn’t respond this time, wanting to let the conversation end there which Dabi caught onto. “Well I’ll let you get back to work Angel. I hope I see you again.” And with that, he was gone, disappearing from your view into the crowd of people.

You were quick to make your way around the block so that way you could communicate with Bakugou without having to worry about Dabi overhearing anything if he had happened to still be in ear shot distance. “Angel what happened!? Did you get anything?” 

“I’ll come find you! Just keep tracking him! I’m on my way!” you told Bakugou before lifting off above the city. You were quick to spot Bakugou who was jumping from rooftop to rooftop, keeping a steady pace and decent distance between him and the suspect. Once Bakugou stopped, you took that as a sign to land on the closest building and follow Bakugou’s actions so that way you could keep a low profile since the suspect now knew who you were. You mentally kicked yourself in the butt, knowing that you should’ve just left after he helped you up. 

“What did he say?” Bakugou barked, his vision focused on the cluster of buildings in front of him. 

“Well I got his name.” 

“And?” He looked over at you, his expression completely unreadable. Were you going to get in trouble for making contact? And on the first day too? 

“Dabi.” Bakugou’s face went white, his expression telling you that maybe they knew more about the suspect than they were telling you. “Bakugou, who’s Dabi?” 

“I pinpointed the location. Let’s get back to the agency and report to Hawks what we found.” 

“I’m not taking us anywhere until you tell me who this Dabi guy is!” 

“Suit yourself you dumb bird.” He was quick to blast off, making his way back in the direction of the agency. You were in shock by his sudden outburst, creating quite the distance between you two. What is going on? You were so confused, only being left more in the dark as Bakugou ignored your multiple questions. 

Snap out of it Y/N! Follow him! 

“What- Bakugou!!”

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[angel-bazethiel]

What, How, Why is Flame Alchemy?

--or how Roy Mustang can potentially bottle up a star. --or I’m sleep-deprived and writing this fic that relies on a deeper understanding of how Flame Alchemy works and I’m posting what I thought of bc why the hell not? and if I read another post saying it’s plain ole combustion and how easy it is, I will probably lose my mind --or goddammit, where is Flame Alchemy?????

Content:

I. Introduction II. Mass-Energy Equivalence and Nuclear Energy III. Flame Alchemy? More like Nuclear Alchemy (and Other Myth Debunking) IV. Why would someone study such a research topic? V. Summary

Note: Long post and a lot of Science ahead.

I. Introduction

First we establish that whatever we know of Flame Alchemy is utterly bogus. Solely because of the fact that if Roy and Riza really wanted for the knowledge of it to die, no one will ever know of it. No one. So that explanation by Havoc about aligning oxygen molecules and then snapping to ignite them is not true. I mean, “reactive cloth?” What is that even made of? For a show that was extensively researched, that seems a bit lazy.

Also, this explanation makes Flame Alchemy sound so easy. So why isn’t everyone doing it? For a military-run country, one would think that something easy and can be weaponized would be mass-produced, right?

Another fact, fire feeds on oxygen, yes. But fire is a combustion reaction of oxygen and a C-H compound. Something I hope that the air in a 1900s FMA-Earth isn’t abundant of.

Although, I haven’t thought about what if the fuel Roy uses is H2 compounds instead of Hydrocarbons. That would be funny. Roy deconstructs H2O molecules only to create them again. But if you still want to see whether or not I’m crazy, by all means, do read on. I will still use Flame Alchemy = Nuclear Fusion for my fic. So ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now, it got me thinking how does Flame Alchemy actually work? And my highly convoluted train of thought started while I was writing this fic where I based Riza’s mother on Marie Curie. (Which I may expand on but now is not the time.)

I thought then, so how about Berthold? Is he Pierre? Naw, man. Who else has had his research mishandled during a war? Who else was a brilliant thinker but is also such a shitty dude to the women in his life? Yeah you guessed it. And what is one of his greatest works?

II. Mass-Energy Equivalence and Nuclear Energy

Albert Einstein’s Mass-Energy Equivalence is such a simple and very elegant equation saying that mass is interchangeable with energy. This postulate led to this branch of physics (or chemistry, whatever) called Nuclear Physics/Chemistry. Bear with me.

Did you know that when you add up the masses of an atom’s nucleons (the collective protons and neutrons) the actual mass is not equal to the calculated? Where did that mass go? As it turns out, that mass defect takes in the form of energy that holds the nucleons together. And when we substitute that missing mass on Eq. 1, we have a specific number for that binding energy.

So what do we mean by nuclear energy?

Nuclear energy is the binding energy released when a nucleon is taken out of its nucleus. And that can happen by either of two reactions: nuclear fission or nuclear fusion.

Now I didn’t think much about nuclear fission because that’s shit’s nasty. And I’m sure that Roy doesn’t have Uranium just lying about. So let’s talk about nuclear fusion. Specifically, the fusion of Hydrogen atoms:

When you fuse two Hydrogen-1 atoms it has three products: deuterium, a positron, and energy. Fuse that deuterium with another Hydrogen-1, we get Helium-3 and energy in the form of gamma radiation. Fuse two Helium-3 atoms, we get helium-4 and hydrogen and more energy. Then start the process again if you want more more energy.

So what has that got to do with Flame Alchemy?

III. Flame Alchemy? More like Nuclear Alchemy (and Other Myth Debunking)

I firmly believe that the “Flame Alchemy” we see in FMA is just the H-H fusion reaction (Eq. 2).

And like an idiot, I only did my research after I thought of all that shit and found this interpretation of Riza’s tattoo.

I don’t know how how much of the tattoo is canon, I tried looking for it in the manga and the anime is too small to see. But I see it everywhere so-- it must be canon?

But in that post, in the upper left part of Riza’s tattoo, we see the fusion reaction of deuterium. And of deuterium and tritium. To which I say, why? Those Hydrogen isotopes are rare. I mean, fine, a D-T fusion reaction gives 40 times the net energy from an H-H fusion reaction.

And, sure, Roy can create deuterium and tritium himself, but it’s just not efficient. I don’t know how alchemy works but I do know that to do that (by which I mean an H-H fusion, then a D-D fusion, then a D-T fusion) would require more energy than just stopping at the H-H fusion.

So I stand by my statement that the “Flame Alchemy” we see in FMA is just the first part of the H-H reaction (Eq. 2).

a. So how does it work as seen in the manga?

Roy would line up the atoms to where he wants the reaction to happen. And here’s the kicker, he can use other light atoms just no heavier than Iron-56.

But I think he uses Hydrogen-1 because that shit is everywhere. Again, not the heavier isotopes. So we’re sticking to that.

How do we know that that’s what’s happening and not Roy doing whatever the hell Havoc said? Because we see this:

I don’t know about you, but I think the sparks we see when someone is doing a transmutation aren’t just there because it’s cool.  

Atoms require energy in order to stay bonded as a molecule. So when alchemists transmute, they break the bonds and release that energy. In this case, the energy released is in the form of light. (I also have some thoughts about why we see red and blue sparks but, again, now is not the time.)

If Roy is just controlling the O2 molecules in the air, we shouldn’t see any sparks because there is no deconstructing happening.

Hydrogen-1 is usually present as part of the many water molecules in the air. So, I think, what we see is Roy deconstructing the H2O molecules and pulling the Hydrogen-1 atoms to where he wants them to be. The Oxygen-16 atoms bond with each other and form O2 molecules but we don’t care about them.

Unless Roy fuses Oxygen-16 instead of Hydrogen-1. In that case, we will see an even bigger release of energy. OH! Maybe that’s why he uses his left hand for smaller and more controlled explosions and the other for bigger ones. Because the gloves are different! One is for H-H fusion and the other is for O-O fusion.

Anyways. Hydrogen-1 atoms, by themselves are positively charged. So to fuse two together we have to overcome the repelling force by those same-charged atoms. To do that, they must meet either at high velocity or at high pressure. In the manga, they do the former.

Remember the sound whenever Roy does his thing? That isn’t actually caused by his snapping. After all he is wearing gloves. The sound when you snap is made by the pad of your middle finger striking your palm. If your hand is clothed, you won’t produce any sound when you snap.

No. That sound is the sonic boom of Hydrogen atoms going faster than the speed of sound. Also, I don’t think his gloves is made up of some special material. He just snaps to cover up the sound. Everything is just nuclear fusion.

b. How about those “flames” that we see, then?

That is how we perceive the energy released by the reaction. When the energy is transferred into the surroundings, it gives off heat. Not only that, but the other atoms in the air get excited (this is a technical term btw) and glow. For all intents and purposes, I guess they are flames? Just not caused by a combustion reaction.

c. But if that’s how the Flame Alchemy works, then what is up with the useless when wet schtick?

That is a misconception. Sort of.

Roy’s alchemy will still be useless in the rain because there is just too much macromolecules in the air. He can’t align the atoms properly and the Hydrogen atoms may collide with the water molecules. That would decrease speed which he maybe can take account of. But the time to calculate then recalculate for each atoms can be too long. So he just lets Riza take care of the imminent threat when it’s raining.

As for when it isn’t raining, but he’s wet… I think he can still do his Alchemy, he just doesn’t. Because in doing so, it would deconstruct all the lies Roy and Riza have built around “Flame Alchemy.” Like that fight with Lust with Havoc. He manipulated Hydrogen atoms and I think he could have just fused them. Instead he let Havoc throw his lighter. Good thing Hydrogen is flammable. And this:

This is just Roy Mustang being the drama queen that he is.

d. Why would Roy and Riza lie about the Alchemy?

They feed false information surrounding Nuclear Alchemy because there can never be another Nuclear Alchemist. They created a version of the Alchemy and make up some magic cloth that supposedly becomes useless when wet. All of that so that no one can learn the actual secret. Maybe even discourage other alchemists, seeing as “it has such a huge weakness.”

IV. But why would someone want to study such a research topic?

Now, I don’t claim to know how Berthold Hawkeye’s brain works. But have you ever looked up to the sun and think, “Woah. That big ball gives life on this piece of rock? How does that even work?” I hope you haven’t because you will hurt your eyes. Please use protective eye-gear if you’re going to look directly to the sun.

All joking aside. It all comes down to energy. The sources of energy we have today have their pros and cons. Our main source, which is burning fossil fuels, is very much harming the environment.

So we look up. The sun has millions of Hydrogen atoms that undergo nuclear fusion. And the energy from that keeps all of us 7 billion little shits alive. What if we bottle up a star?

If we could ever recreate even the smallest fraction of that reaction, we can power hundreds of cities. And with Helium to spare, which we can use to blow out the balloons for our party in celebration of the fact we can finally stop killing our planet.

If nuclear fusion is so clean, then why aren’t we using it?

Because we still don’t know how to contain and control it. Today, there are two designs of fusion reactors and there are research facilities that conduct experiments. But so far they are still developing the technology.

And get this, this is a very hard and expensive thing to do. Whatever Berthold did, it’s genius. Way ahead of his time. He’s still an ass of a father though.

To add salt to the wound, like with what happened to Flame Alchemy in FMA, governments have used this research to create weapons instead. Because why try to contain that energy and use it for technological advancement when we can let it loose on a city, right? Hah. We are such dumbfucks.

V. Summary

So in conclusion, human beings suck. Kidding! Well, not really. But yeah. So. Flame Alchemy is a nuclear fusion reaction of Hydrogen-1 atoms. And it’s very hard to control and contain that even in 2020 Primary-Earth, we haven’t figured that shit out.

It could have been used for the people if the Amestrian government actually cared about the people. And after the trauma Roy and Riza experienced in Ishval, we may only see Nuclear Alchemy in the distant future when humans are kinder – not just to the world they live in – but to other humans they are living with as well.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

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KONOHAMARU X READER

NOT RATED (DID NOT END UP EXPLICIT)

PARTS THREE & FOUR (COMBINING WITH THE EPILOGUE HERE ON TUMBLR)

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS: N/A (unless potential mis-characterization is one)

PART ONE

PART TWO

A rescue team finds the two of you just a couple miles outside of Konoha. Even they acknowledge how little help they turned out to be after you’d made it back all that way on your own but there is a med ninja who sees to your leg immediately and gives you some long awaited relief.

Once you’re able to start trekking back to the village properly again, Konohamaru gently tugs at your sleeve until you step back a little and make space between the two of you and the others.

Immediately you imagine him changing his mind, retracting everything he said about taking you out for a night on the town once you made it back to the village you both call home but instead he just calmly, quietly promises that any information seen or given between the two of you belonged solely to you unless expressly asked for by the Hokage himself. 

It’s a reassurance, an insurance policy maybe? Something...you’re not sure but you don’t want to test it. Why would Naruto ask expressly about the sealing chains? He wouldn’t...so if Kono wasn’t going to tell him, it meant...you could stay in hiding just a little longer maybe. 

It both confuses you and warms your heart at the same time. 

Feeling a little bold you wind your pinky around his and squeeze gently in thanks before rushing ahead to meet up with the other nin. 

You breathe in a deep sigh of satisfaction when you feel the familiarity of Konoha air in your lungs. You’d have never thought it would smell so good, but it does. It feels and smells like home, like a word you’d been promised but now you actually feel it. There’s something that lingers around you when you step inside the village, something like safety, like rest, like not having to watch your own back every single second of every single day. 

“We need to give a report,” you say to Konohamaru, mostly so the other nin will nod and flash away. 

“I can take care of that,” he hedges, but you shake your head.

“No, we’ll go over all the details and let the chips fall where they may,” you promise. “Unless you think there’s something I need to worry about…” 

“No-nope, nothing here…” 

“Alright then, let’s go talk to the Nanadaime. It’s about time I met my cousin….officially.” 

Konohamaru leads the way and you follow silently behind. You try very hard not to give away your nerves but after so long of being in close quarters together, it would be impossible for him not to notice.

You both pause outside the long rounded hallway that you know leads to the Hokage’s office, Konohamaru tugging at your sleeve once again. You turn to him with a questionable look, why is he slowing down? Showing hesitation...it isn’t like him. 

“What’s going on, Konohamaru? Did you not want me to come with you?” you ask, as you start to feel a little hurt, sad maybe. You’re not really sure. None of it makes sense. 

There’s a high blush on his cheeks and he rubs nervously at the back of his neck. 

“I just-I don’t want you to get the wrong idea,” he says, and immediately that stone heavy ball of ‘other shoe waiting to drop’ sinks into your gut with a hard slam. 

“And what would the ‘wrong’ idea be exactly?” You ask, because you need to know, even if it hurts. 

He says something that comes out in a blur and before you can stop yourself, your hand is reaching out to nab the scruff of his neck before you slam him back against the wall. “I don’t have time for this Kono, just say whatever it is,” You growl. 

“Naruto might have set this mission up as an um...a-mattch-makking-thing-” 

You blink at him. 

That was not what you’d been expecting. 

“You convinced the...hokage, to put you on a mission with me b-because you thought I was hot-well comfortable…” you say, remembering his preferred word. 

You blink up at him. 

The two of you had nearly died because he wanted some alone time with you? 

He must be trying and failing to chase your mental gymnastics with the way his eyes keep pinging all over the place but in the end all you can do is laugh because breaking down in the hokage building, no matter how fitting, seems well...inappropriate. 

You drag him down the hall quite successfully considering he’s grown fairly tall and you, well you stopped growing taller pretty early on but you get him outside the room where you need to be and you force him through the door with a quiet, “This isn’t over.” 

“Lord Seventh, we’ve come to give report regarding the mission to chart and explore the empty space just beyond the land of fire as for possible expansion,” you say, because that’s exactly what the two of you were supposed to be doing and now, fuck...now it’s- of course you should have seen something coming. Nobody has been expanding since the war really, though you had guessed Konoha and the land of Fire would be first given how much the Allied Nations thought of Naruto. 

“Oh and...should we...expand over that way?” Naruto says, with cheek that is very unbecoming of a Hokage. 

Something like grit settles in your chest as you continue on, Konohamaru deathly silent as if he knows he’s going to say the wrong thing. 

“Well now that the Black Beast Tsunami has been sealed away, I imagine it’s quite safe,” You say, hearing both Naruto and his advisor gasp in surprise. 

“The Black Beast Tsunami? I thought he was a joke!!!” Nartuo said, eyes wide before he looked to Konohamaru as if you weren’t the one just speaking about it. 

“Sealed-?”

“Yes, sealed...with my Adamantine Sealing Chains,” you say, making both men take notice of you once again. 

“Hey I think that’s that’s the same thing mom used on Kuruma, right Shika?” he says, turning to his advisor. 

Shikamaru Nara, the advisor to the Hokage that you’ve only heard about in passing. Rumored to be the smartest nin in Konoha, maybe all the allied nations combined. He turns to Naruto and squeezes the bridge of his nose before he says, “Yeah, something like that...I think she’s trying to tell you something, Naruto.” 

You don’t get another word in edgewise before Naruto is talking to someone-something  else in the room that you genuinely hope no one else can see, and then he’s embracing you in a hug. 

“Uh…” 

“Yeah, he has that effect on people...it’s a drag but you get used to it,” Shikamaru said, taking a long hit off a cigarette that hangs unlit from his lips. 

“Family! I have family!!” 

“Woah there, nobody said anything about-” You start, but Nartuo just squeezes around you further and honestly you don’t really know how to handle it so you stand there dumbly for a while longer. 

“Did I tell you that you have the best taste or what, Konohamaru?! Eh? Cousin to the Hokage, to your big brother Naruto,” he says, somehow hands everywhere to hold you in place while also rubbing the top of a blushing Konohamaru’s head.

“Lord Seventh! If you would please get yourself under control!” You say, making everyone in the room stop, freeze.  

When it doesn’t seem like they’re ready to speak again, you continue. “I appreciate your….readily acceptance of the truth but that doesn’t change anything. You are Hokage and I am just another citizen of the Konoha and I’d very much like to keep it that way.” 

You watch Naruto sink down just a little and you lie to yourself and say it doesn’t make you feel guilty but it does. In your defense though, it’s been a long trip and you really just want to get home and think over everything that’s happened.

“Sure, sure...but all of the Konoha is my family and that isn’t going to change now.” 

You nod because you don’t want to argue any further. Honestly the last scrap of fight you had left in you escaped halfway through that small little sad sigh that Naruto gave. “Then I will take my leave,” you say, bowing your final respect before slowly standing on shaky legs and moving out of the room, closing the door behind you. 

You get three days, which honestly is about two and a half more than expected. Konohamaru is a bit headstrong that way. It comes to your attention that he’s been busy with a couple other things too, so that’s bought you a little reprieve to do some thinking, and healing. Mostly thinking, though. That med nin was pretty quick on the leg stuff and everything else had all but faded. 

You’ve just gathered your laundry off the line outside your modest, but decent apartment when you hear the clink of a small stone on your window. 

“You break it, you buy it,” you say, but he nervously chuckles and cautiously climbs up the overlapping beams to put himself down right smack dab in front of you.

“I was thinking, we’d spend some time together this evening, if you’d be up for that sort of thing…” 

Bless his clueless little heart.

“Well it certainly seems a lot safer than tackling a mission that will take us a stone’s throw away from one of the most deadly assassins ever mentioned…” you snark, because you honestly can’t help yourself and it’s kinda cute to see him all flustered. 

“Haha, that’s cute. No more fake missions, I swear,” he says, crossing his heart in an adorable, somewhat lame gesture only someone who was still at least a little part child could take so seriously. 

“Oh, no more fake missions...then what exactly will this outing entail?” You ask, just to give him a little bit of a hard time. 

“I was actually thinking of taking you on a picnic, if that would be okay. There’s a place overlooking the city and it can be kinda nice after dark,” he says. 

You hmm a bit. “And I’m just supposed to agree to go out after dark with some random-

“Hey! I’m not random!”

“Random ninja because he shows up at my door looking all handsome and flustered?” Just what type of girl do you take me for, Konohamaru?” 

“One who can take care of herself?” he says, only a hint of growling frustration but it’s enough to make you laugh all the same. 

“Fair enough,” You say, “We’re in agreement then,  If you try anything I’ll kick your ass.” 

“Of course,” he says, as if you’d been the last person to think of it that way and it fills you up to know that he really does admire your strength as much as he’s said he did.

“Okay then, I’ll be ready at seven thirty sharp, and don’t forget you have to feed me. None of that salty broth either Kono, real food!” You say, making your way back inside your apartment where you shut the blinds behind you so he can’t watch the little happy dance your feet give without much advisory from your brain. 

“It’s a date…” you say to yourself, and then grin wide and open where no one can see you. 

Somehow you force yourself through the rest of the day. You have taken a much needed break from missions, not that there’s usually too many to go around these days anyway but now all your energy is focused on you and that’s rarely ever a good thing. 

You deep clean the apartment all the while telling yourself and an imaginary Konohamaru that it doesn’t mean anything, it’s just something that’s needed done for a while and now you have the time. That’s all. 

You’re grown, you are allowed to do things grown people do; even your father had come to respect that rule before he passed but still just thinking of letting out all your carnal frustrations on Konohamaru makes you wanna flee back to your cocoon of blankets on the bed and not finish getting ready.

You really don’t wanna scare him off, not that you think you could per say...oh who are you kidding, of course you could. You scare them all away… but Kono is different, he really is…

Right?

Yes, he’s different.

Still, maybe it's better to take things slow sometimes, right? Give them a taste and then have something worth waiting for too maybe? 

You groan in frustration, being inside your own head about this is not helping. 

Unfortunately as you’ve thought many times before, it’s not like you’ve got a whole click of Kunoichi at your beck and call to talk these things out with so you just have to make do with you. 

That’s not appealing in the least. 

There’s still about forty minutes til the ‘date’ is supposed to happen when your doorbell rings. 

You squawk in an undignified manner as you rush to put on some sort of robe after having just stepped out of the shower. 

What is with this guy, does he have some sort of sixth sense for when you’re mostly wet and naked? 

When you peek outside though, your body sags in relief. It’s just a woman, a small dark haired woman with Hyuga eyes...fuck-is did Nartuo send his girlfriend over to ‘help?’ 

“Uh….hi?” You say, because you don’t actually know her name, or your own for a few beats there. 

“Hello, sorry to um, to interrupt but I thought maybe you would like some...help?” 

“You mean Naruto thought I’d like some help,” You say, skeptical that it was all her plan that the two of you ended up here. 

“No, well I mean he mentioned that Konohamaru was um… he said you might like a friend and I may not be-be much but I can be a friend,” she says, and okay, that was cute.

“So because Konohamaru is a mess he was worried about me also being a mess…” You say, but you’re grinning now because Kono being all worked up about a date with you seems positive and you’re not quite as nervous somehow anymore. 

“No you’re not a mess...clearly,” she says, though when her eyes look around the room you feel maybe she can see just far enough into the past to know how much of a lie she just told. 

“Oh sorry, where are my manners?” You say, goofily waving off your state of dress by making somewhat of a proper introduction. 

“You can call me Hinata…” she says, and you feel a vague sense of memory over the name but nothing beyond what you’ve already hammered out. 

“Sorry I just...I’m not usually very good with these things, y’know...with other Kunoichi and like women in general honestly.” You say, “I’ve always been a bit more….rough and tumble I guess.” 

“Oh I don’t think you’d find that would get in the way with some of our female nin but I can understand it’s a bit hard to put yourself out there,” Hinata says, somehow sweeping you into a polite sitting posture without really having done much. 

“I wasn’t very good at it either, at talking to people at all really but I’ve learned a few things from my friends and I’d be more than happy to pass it on, if you’d like of course,” she says, taking a comb out of somewhere as she starts just brushing your hair with it. You glance over at her in these cute little black shorts and some kind of sweater shirt and you’re wondering where the pockets are, but you don’t ask. 

“Uh sure, okay...not like I have much else to be doing right now,” You say nervously, letting her work her comb magic through your usually tangled up mess of hair. 

“I haven’t known Konohamaru all that well for very long but I have watched over Naruto for more years than either of us would like to admit,” she says, chuckling a little which makes you chuckle too. “I see a lot of the same qualities in them; determination, playfulness, and of course that neverending hope.” 

You nod in agreement because as much as you’d love to argue there’s not many differences when it comes to the two you’re talking about, not where it matters anyway. 

“The stories they share in childhood are not kind, not on either boy. Naruto was ignored to the point of abuse and Konohamaru was pampered beyond that same point. Each found their path willingly and guided one another where they needed to go. I truly believe that with everything I have,” Hinata says, doing something that makes one side of your hair a little shorter, tucking it under something, around something? You’re not sure you just want to hear more.

“Naruto gave Konohamaru someone to look up to and Konoahmaru gave Naruto someone to empower, to protect, to champion for even before all the stuff with Sasuke-there was his ‘little brother’ and I think that was just as important,” she says, pulling a mirror out of nowhere and offering it to you. 

“Oh wow...that’s...that actually looks really good how did you do that?” You ask, “Is it forbidden jutsu?” I won’t tell anyone...just show me how.” 

Hinata just shakes her head, giggling at you a little and promises to show you another time before she follows you into your closet like it was your choice and helps you pick out your best outfit. 

“You Kunochi really are something else,” you say, but Hinata just reminds you that you’re one of them too. 

“Not with this stuff though…” You say, finding it a bit hard to realize that you’ve spent almost an hour with another kunoichi and you haven’t wanted to run away. “I’m not good at this stuff.” 

“It’s not a necessity for fighting usually but Ino, Sakura, they’ve taught me it can be a pretty useful skill to have in your bag. I could teach you, they would be happy to teach you some things too if you’d be interested. They are busy kunoichi of course, but they are also women and we like to get together sometimes and just talk and teach one another things,” Hinata says, and then grins wide as she edges her way to the door. “You’re always welcome to join us and not just because of who you’re dating.” 

“Sure,” you find yourself agreeing, and then Hinata is gone and you glance down at your watch and shit, it’s like five minutes til time for Konohamaru to show up. 

You rush to the bathroom only to find everything is as ready as it’s going to be for you to leave. Your hair is done, you’re wearing your best outfit, you actually look somewhat put together and the mess you’d made of your closet has been straightened up quite nicely. 

“Black magic,” you whisper when you think of Hinata’s help but you still can’t help but smile. 

It’s a really nice feeling. 

*DATE EPILOGUE*

You answer the door, one arm carefully tucked behind you. 

Konohamaru looks fucking adorable in a pair of chinos and some sort of half dressed up half dressed down style you weren’t really expecting. 

You’re starting to think maybe you weren’t the only one who had kunoichi intrude through your afternoon. 

“You look beautiful-” 

“My don’t you look handsome-” 

You both chuckle a bit at one another. 

“Thank you,” you say, trying to keep the steady blush out of your cheeks. 

“You too,” he says, artfully rearranging the picnic basket he’s holding so that the arm closest to you is free to offer. 

“Just let me lock up,” you say, hiding your cheeks when you turn away to do just that.

You immediately take his arm when you turn back around, fighting off the hints of embarrassment you feel. It might not have been the best idea, the matchmaking aspects of the mission at least, but being cooped up with one another did make friendly touching come a bit easier you think. 

“So what made you think of a picnic?” you ask, not wanting to lag in conversation output. 

“Well I did want to try to impress you and somehow I don’t think sparring would have gone that well for me,” he answers, with a chuckle. “Not without breaking a real sweat at least.” 

“Oh I don’t know, I kinda like you all sweaty and spent,” you say and then wince and laugh at how it comes out. “Sorry that was probably a little too far eh?” 

“Don’t worry about those things,’ he says, waving his hand around a bit. “I’m sure you’ve noticed this about me but I’m not great at knowing the right times to say and more importantly, not say certain things. I’d rather you just be you without trying to filter everything in or out and I’ll try my best to just be me.”

“Alright then, I think I can live with that,” you say, chuckling a bit as he guides you up toward the hill that leads to the top of Hokage Mountain. 

You keep up light conversation, nothing too much too heavy and you only tease him slightly about the misguided mission attempt. He takes it all in good fun as it’s intended and eventually puts a blanket down beside you before making a half-hearted attempt to ‘help’ you down. 

It’s precious and adorable, and completely unnecessary but you let him anyway.

He opens the basket and your belly rumbles happily at the smell of barbeque. 

“Wow, you’ve really outdone yourself,” you say, eyeing the selection of meats and veggies that you can see. He brought enough for three, maybe even four people unless one of those happen to be an Akimichi, and you can’t help but chuckle at how proud he is of himself. 

“I uh, I went around asking about your favorites and this was by far your most chosen meal that you eat out in town at least,” he says, like it’s not the most adorable thing that he’s done...recon for your date.

You nod because it is your favorite in town. “I like the way they season the meat. It reminds me a bit more of food from, well Takigakure, than most places here at home.” 

“I see you do that a lot, backtrack. You know, I want you to feel welcome here in Konoha but it’s okay if you feel like you have homes in other places too,” he says, and it’s so sweet and honest and such a Kono thing to say. 

“I used to correct it a lot because people assumed I mean Konoha when I said home, and for the most part I didn’t in the past,” you say, chewing at your lip a little. “But this time, I-I wanted to emphasize what I actually meant when I said home, was here in the village.” 

He hands you over a full box of barbeque and watches as you happily shovel some into your mouth. It’s a little embarrassing but nothing he hasn’t seen before so you try not to let it get to you. 

Eventually he starts to eat too and you watch him stuff himself silly and sigh in relief of that warmth when both of your bellies are full. 

“Kono...can I ask you something?” you say, rubbing your fingers through his hair a bit as he’s stretched out beside you. 

“Sure, anything.” 

“Why did you really want to spend time with me, I mean...sure I can see there aren’t tons of women around who look like me, if that’s your thing, which I’m still not really convinced it is…” you start, “I just I can’t imagine what gets you from...she’s kinda cute to let's spend a week off charting nature so I can get closer to her? Y’know?”

“Okay,” he says, “I can see how you might look at it that way but have you ever tried to talk to you? Cause I’m not trying to be mean here...but you’re intimidating as hell,” he says and well...that’s probably fair. 

“I tried, you know, a couple different times. To say hello, ask after you, but you are a very ‘all business’ type of person until you see a reason to let someone in, or at least that’s been my experience.” 

“Okay I can agree with that, I’m not very sociable….but then why the interest at all? You’re the opposite of that, everyone loves you and from what I’ve seen you make friends easily enough, so why-”

“Because you’re worth it!” he says, this time an eerie sincerity settling over his features as he continues. “Because you were worth getting to know, you were worth the barriers and the boundaries and the effort. I knew you would be, and I was right!” 

That shuts you up, just a little. It shuts up that nagging in your brain asking you why this perfect little cinnamon roll has gone through so much just to get a chance to be with you. It lets you take a breath and just savor and enjoy the feeling that he thought you were worth it, still thinks that by the way, and you are helpless to just fall into him like a puppet whose strings have been cut. 

He wraps his big strong arms around you and for once in your life you just let someone hold you, just let him be there and strong and dependable.

“Thank you,” you say, “for making the effort.” 

“You have always been, will always be worth it…” 

“Wow that’s deep,” you say, teasing while also wiping at the corner of your eye. 

“Well I wasn’t sure when a good time to tell you was but, I might have fallen a little bit in love with you like a long time ago so...y’know, whenever you wanna catch up that could be nice.” 

“You-you-” you sputter, how dare he catch you off guard like this, but your fumbling just makes him laugh louder and harder than before. 

You ignore your embarrassment and roughly push at his shoulders until he’s forcefully down on the ground, blanket beneath him, stars shining in his eyes and that’s when it hits you that maybe you’re not so far behind after all. Your breath rushes out as you take in his smile, his brightness, and everything goes a bit sideways in a good way, in an exciting way. 

“Kono-” you start, but you can’t quite finish.

“Kiss me, if you want,” he says, and suddenly you’ve never wanted anything more. 

It’s a bit of a difficult angle but you manage, just a soft peck of lips at first but when you start to pull away you feel his encouraging hand on the back of your neck and you gasp a little in surprise. 

You lay there for a bit longer, his arms wrapped around you, kissing you for all you’re worth until you finally pull away. 

“You know, I’m not usually this easy,” you say, straightening yourself up a bit as you clear your throat. 

“Maybe, but I think I’ll take that as a compliment to my expressive love confession rather than you exhibiting some sort of loose moral code suddenly,” he grins and you want to hit him in his cute smug face but you’re still ringing a bit from the kisses. 

“Yeah yeah, Romeo… just keep your hands to yourself for the rest of the night,” you say, and then immediately ignore how much it bothers you now that you’ve said it. 

“I will do my best,” he says earnestly but there’s a devilish look in his eye and you kinda hope it means what you think it means. 

It means exactly what you think it does and he manages to get you both in a little more trouble throughout the night but it’s still quite innocent as he packs up to walk you home. 

You hold hands as you stroll through the village streets and even though a few stop to speak to him, they mostly leave you in peace and it’s kind of nice, more than kind of actually, it’s really nice. It’s one of the best nights of your entire life, and you hate the idea of letting it go even for just a little while. 

When you make it back to your door, you linger there. He’s not expecting an invitation in, you know this and you’re not going to give one either, but you do feel some sort of need to make sure he understands how much everything he has done for you has meant. 

‘I might not be there, not quite yet…” you say, though it might be more lie than truth at this point. “But I promise, Sarutobi Konohamaru, that I will give you absolutely everything I can until I catch up, okay?” 

“That’s more than enough for me,” he says, whispering your name before bringing your lips to his one last time. “I only ever needed the chance.”

“Next time we’re sparring,” you say with a wide, evil grin as you shut the door behind you. You can hear the groan outside your door but you know he’s smiling all the same. 

“That’s all I need too, just the chance…”

#Konohamaru Sarutobi #konohamaru #adult konohamaru #my boy kona #naruto #boruto

[rushingheadlong]

3 and 6 for the writer's asks ❤

Thanks!! I just answered 6 so I’m just gonna copy and paste the same answer here:

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

Probably Brian or Roger, tbh? They both give really great POVs for stories, though in vastly different ways, and it’s easier to find their voices for me than Freddie or John.

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

afsdlkfjakslfkakl GOD THERE ARE SO MANY OF THEM

I keep playing around with various ideas for a sequel to the corset fic that deal with more kink negotiation and relationship details... specifically that Brian really loves the corsets and wants to get more and possibly expand into using them publicly, and the reader is just “woah woah woah, let’s pump the brakes here and figure this out”. and then talk of balancing competing kink needs and wanting to wear the corsets out of scenes and a whole bunch of stuff like that? but that is so much to deal with and I do not have it in me to write another 20k corset fic at the moment.

The potential sequel to Haul Away, You Rolling Queens is going to need a lot of set-up for how exactly Brian’s and Freddie’s magic works, and tbh it’s set-up that needs to happen over one or two separate fics before we actually get into the proper sequel so I’ve put all of that on the backburner until I decide how I want to handle it. (The long and short of it is that I just need to flesh out the abilities that sirens have in this series, and then Brian’s defensive magic isn’t actually “defensive” it’s the ability to hold things together - that’s why his wards weren’t working in the beginning of the fic, but why he could enchant The Rhapsody and the raft during the storm. And there’s a specific scene I have in mind where Brian is working with other sea witches and they realize that that’s how his magic works, but it’s not a scene I can fit into the proper sequel so... *shrugs*)

I have a fic that I’ve been playing around with for months now that focuses on Brian immediately after having surgery to fix his ulcer, specifically dealing with the resulting scar and body image issues because of that? I’ve actually gotten quite a bit written for it too, but the problem I’ve now run into is that I have an opening section that I love but the bulk of the fic would need to take place a year later at Ridge Farm and I can’t be bothered to figure out how to bridge that gap in the timeline to actually make this work adlkfjaslkdlak (but here’s the beginning snippet that I’ve been sitting on for like the last year, in case that’s of interest to anyone)

Brian gets released from the hospital with a strict dietary plan and a bottle of vitamin E oil to massage into his surgical scar, and the uncomfortable feeling of being a stranger in his own body. He’s lucky to be alive, he knows that, just like he knows that this surgery was the only way to save his life - but he still has moments, when he looks down at his disfigured stomach, where he wonders why this is the price he had to pay. 

It’s not that it hurts anymore, although it certainly did at first. There were days in the beginning when even breathing would make Brian painfully aware of every stitch holding his stomach together, but that had faded until it only hurt when he laughed, and finally until it didn’t hurt at all. 

No, the problem is that it doesn’t feel like anything anymore. It’s a jagged slash of nothing, twisting from below Brian’s navel up to his solar plexus. He runs his fingertips over it, feeling every bump where his skin now puckers together, and there’s no sensation on his abdomen at all. It makes him feel light-headed and a little sick and sometimes, when he touches his scar, he thinks he’s not touching his own body at all. 

The doctors had told him to massage it to break down the scar tissue and help it heal smoother and Brian wants that, he really does, but touching this part of himself becomes something that he actively dreads. He doesn’t like feeling the rigid mass of scar tissue beneath his skin, and every time his thumb slips into a crevice that he can’t see his stomach lurches unpleasantly. He hates how it leaves his hands sore, his skin tacky with oil, his fingers twitching from the sensation of touching skin that should be smooth but never will be again. 

So Brian stops massaging the scar, and eventually stops touching it at all. He masters the art of getting dressed without looking at his stomach, and then changing his shirt without touching it at all. There’s no avoiding it when he showers but Brian is no stranger to hating his naked body and with enough mental preparation he can scrub himself down without wanting to scream. 

His bandmates are understanding, at least as much as they can be considering that Brian doesn’t let them see the scar and refuses to talk about it beyond, “It’s fine, it’s healing well.” 

(It’s not entirely a lie, because on the days when Brian can stand to look at his scar he can see the ways in which it is healing. It’s less red, less irritated, but it’s no less scarred and no less numb - and no amount of improvement makes Brian feel more at ease in his new body.)

The Sheer Heart Attack cover gets changed to partially-clothed, rather than fully shirtless, allowing Brian to show up fully dressed while the others debate how much skin they’re willing to reveal, shuffling out of shirts and undoing more and more buttons with an ease that Brian has never felt, and now knows that he’ll never feel again. 

“You sure this is what you want?” Mick asks as he adjusts his camera settings and the four of them pile into position. “More skin will sell more albums.”

“We’re sure,” Freddie says firmly. He gives Brian an encouraging wink before adding, “Besides, what about always leaving them wanting more?”

Brian gives Freddie a weak smile as Mick snorts and mutters, "Whatever you guys want."

And from there… it actually goes alright. 

Brian still tires far too easily, but it doesn’t take any effort to lie on the floor and make different faces as Mick snaps photo after photo of them. His scar still pulls uncomfortably when he goes to readjust his position, but it doesn’t hurt when Roger makes him laugh and that’s more than he had dared to hope for when he was still in the hospital. They wrap on the shoot and for the first time in a long time Brian thinks he might actually be okay.

“Hey, Bri, you wanna jon us for some drinks?” Roger asks as him, Freddie, and John get changed out of their now-wet clothes and Brian hovers awkwardly near them, refusing to change out of his shirt despite the fact that there’s now vaseline smeared around the neckline. 

Brian offers him a half-hearted smile and says, “Sorry, can’t. I’m still not supposed to have any alcohol.”

Between the damage that the hepatitis did to his liver and his still-delicate digestive system, Brian has been dry since the beginning of the summer. He’s never been a heavy drinker so he doesn’t mind, for the most part... but there are moments where he’s forced to interact with his scar and the wrongness of it all makes him feel outside of his own body, and he wishes then that he could get drunk - just a little, just enough to pretend that the haziness in his mind is because of the alcohol, and nothing else. 

“Shit, sorry, I forgot,” Roger says, and Brian shrugs in acknowledgment.

#long post // #askgame #fic talk #quirkysubject

[writingonjorvik]

Narrative Arc Pitch

This kinda goes off my last post about Aideen’s Gift, so obviously spoilers on the story we’ve had access to. In any case, if I had any say in SSO’s story, this would be the arc I’d want to set up.

First, ending the current story arc:

Establishing the Vessels

There are a special caste of people who are more intune with Aideen and explains the MC having their powers

Having Rhiannon and Catherine has being disillusioned because of their proximity to Garnok’s powers to explain their sides of the story

Start seeding the MC has having doubts about the above explanations. They may not have the term “Vessel” by the end of this arc, but they are questioning the given explanation

Defeating Garnok

This should happen shortly.

Use the five-leaf clover to age up Concord at the sacrifice of bringing back Elizabeth

MC goes Avatar state and uses their Vessel status to heighten the powers of the Soul Riders to face Garnok

I really believe that this should happen soon. The core story arc of SSO has been going on for almost 9 years. These beat needs to end to a new story can start in SSO. Which leads me to the second arc.

Beginning after Garnok

The Soul Riders disband formally. The OG Soul Riders are still close, but also are spending more time apart to deal with their new identities without Garnok

This split leads the MC to start looking for answers on their own about the Vessels, potentially meeting another Vessel or a member of another sect of the druids that doesn’t hide this information

Generally, the MC needs to establish their own new friend group in this step. This can include a few of the Soul Riders (I think Alex is a good candidate, or Anne for later beats in this), but this should be a 4-5 member team with brand new characters to the story. Not previous relations, all new characters.

The defeat of Garnok leads to the Keepers focusing on getting rid of Dark Core. This leads to missions with them focusing on exposing this organization

Dark Core falling apart means other companies, namely the G.E.D. filling that power vacuum.

Balancing the fallout

With the absence of Garnok, the Pandorians start reestablishing themselves, potentially trying to reach out to sects of the druids, some of which may not be willing

There are still Pandorians who are rebelling against Jorvik and want to destroy it, like Ydris

The G.E.D. is starting to come into power and without Dark Core hiding the magical components, there starts to be a split between members who are just exploiting the resources versus those who are like, woah, Magic! and start to clash with the Pandorians

This arc then becomes a focus on the MC learning more about the Pandorians and the Vessels, since the two are linked, and also stopping an interplanar war between the G.E.D./remaining DC members and the Pandorians.

Climax

The final arc should establish a semi-corrupted member of some kind of Pandorian/G.E.D. coalition, trying to create some kind of corrupted hybrid, basically fusing both worlds.

This should push further for these groups wanting to head to other worlds, as SSO has been teasing there are other planes out there besides just Pandoria with Jorvik being this hybrid.

This leads to again to having to tap more into the Vessel “Avatar State” that is the “connected to everything” bit, which allows the MC to open pocket planes/close off other planes to stop this coalition from reaching other planes.

While this ends with the coalition being shattered, it also unlocks the seals Aideen placed to protect Jorvik, and other planes can now see Jorvik again, opening the bridges.

Arc Three:

Worlds Collide

The opening of worlds leads to a lot of chaos, meaning the MC’s new power team has to find other ways of solving problems.

First, they need to establish allies in the recently relieved Pandoria. This means missions with Pandorians to gain their trust and learning more about Pandorian culture and how it’s different from Jorvik’s/Earth’s. This is preparing the MC for future diplomatic missions.

Second, the MC still needs to learn more about other planes and their powers now that they’ve been “untapped” with the unlocking of other worlds. This means meeting more sects of the druids.

As for planes to go to next, I have a soft spot for a mini plane of reality that’s just a library, because come on. Library plane. Earning the trust of the locals there to gain access to more books

This should end with finding Aideen’s spirit form in the between worlds and her stating that there are more creatures like Garnok out there and where Garnok came from.

The Worlds At Large

Act two of this should focus on learning more about one or two other planes out there, trying learn more about other worlds out there. SSO’s team has so much fun to make interesting cultures that are wild and out there and have Aideen as this like, World Tree/binds everything force that connects all of the worlds. I honestly don’t want to go much further on this cause I think it’s getting too far out.

I think this arc needs to go into what Garnok is and how there’s like this struggle between the binding unity of Aideen in all the planes and the species that Garnok is which is like this parasitic darkness that needs to be contained and broken up so no one member of his species can eat all of Aideen and that’s why she can’t be material anymore cause she’s stretched so far and keeping the bits of Garnok at bay.

Dealing with this threat means finding Vessels from all over the planes and learning about cultures and new types of magic from all over Jorvik as each planes connects to a different part of the island and each arc moving forward kinda expands and focuses on either defeating or containing the threat, or learning to find a symbosis between the two.

And yeah, that would be my pitch. 

#sso #star stable #starstable #star stable online #starstableonline #woj analysis #woj writing

[n0rtist]

Day 22: Crash Bandicoot 4: It’s About Time (Toys for Bob)

The Woah man himself. I want to preface this by saying that I don’t have any nostalgia for this franchise. There have been various kinds of reboots and revisits to past properties in the previous few years, and many times they have been met with criticism. Nearly every life-action remake of a Disney cartoon has been critically panned, JK Rowling’s attempts to expand the Harry Potter universe through tweets have been memed on, and many deemed the sequel to To Kill a Mockingbird to be subpar in quality at best. Nostalgia is a powerful force, all the examples I’ve mentioned still raked in tons of money and/or attention; however, it is hard to out do the rose-tinted products of the past. 

Crash Bandicoot has somehow made a miraculous comeback partly due to repetitions of the onomatopoeic “woah” but mostly due to Vicarious Vision’s remastering of some of the franchise’s most beloved games. Despite their studio’s name, I cannot imagine myself in their place in front of this task, to visually update a relic for a modern audience’s liking while not alienating nostalgic fans. A good visual update might sound easy, but Conker’s Bad Fur Day exists. However, what might be just as impressive as bringing back an old IP back into the spotlight would be making a brand new sequel for fans both old and new.

Toys for Bob, the studio behind the Spyro remaster, took on this task of making a completely new game with new character designs and stories. Although it might be too early to tell, but there seems to be just enough new mechanics, while maintaining solid difficult-to-master level designs that Crash is known for, to compel most of their audience to leave a positive review. Reboots aren’t doomed for criticism. For instance, the recent onslaught of superhero movies has been generally received positively. Banking on profiting off of nostalgia can only go so far, but actually having new quality content based off of those older characters generates even more potential for the future. Kudos for both studios behind Crash’s revival for successfully bringing this orange triangle back, and as a new audience member, I can only hope for more quality Crash games in the future.

#video games #Crash Bandicoot #fanart #crayon #orange #gaming #octcolor

[darkestwolfx]

Earthbreaker - Re-Review#27

Here we go, the start of Series 2!

This is another machine that looks a little bit like the Sidewinder (TOS). Hmmm, I can see why the episode is called Earthbreaker though. I mean, look at the earth. Big clues there.

“We’ve got ourselves another gold rush.”

“Except it’ts scandium ore, not gold.”

“Ten times as valuable though. Ker-ching.”

Nothing like it, ey, money makes the world go around! And where there are money making opportunities, you can expect to find The Hood! Except, oh yeah, the part where he was like caught and put in a GDF prison at the end of the last series.

Oh well, no bad guys. Unless of course, you can find an accomplice of The Hood to fill the gap!

So this looks a little like our new villain! But we’ll get to him a bit later, folks. For now, let’s put our attention on our main family here.

“Let’s go in strong. Three ships at least.”

Oh really? Scott will never agree to that Kayo.

“Agreed.”

Okay... they clearly resolved their differences in the break.

“Virgil, Kayo, get ready to fly.” 

“Anything Alan and I can do?”

Look at Gordon itching to get out and in on the action.”

“Just hold down the fort.”

“We could build one right here out of sofa cushions.”

Those faces there say it all, Alan! They are like *speechless*, *don’t know how to respond*, *oh Alan*, and *what on earth did you just say?* faces. I love it!

“Or not.”

Yeah, or not.

EOS is back! EOS is back, this is a big thing everyone - and google images doesn’t have like a single shot of her from this ep. Literally I searched for ages and there is nothing. I gave up because I couldn’t be bothered to keep on searching. I think I got to page 12...

“EOS, this looks like a life reading. Can you get a more detailed scan?”

“Of course, John.”

“Woah.”

“It appears to be the driver.”

“Yeah. He doesn’t look very friendly either.”

“I’m five minutes out. Where are the GDF?”

“On approach now.”

Yes, because they fared so well even with their “weapons clearance”.

Anyhow, don’t worry, because International Rescue have arrived to save the day!

“Colonel Casey?”

“Stay back, Thunderbird One. We’re still accessing the situation. That’s an order, Scott.”

“FAB. Standing by.”

Grandma strikes right again too - definitely be more interested in who is driving it. He’s dangerous and he’ll be back.

“Do we take that as a yes?”

In my opinion Virgil, never take silence as a yes. This is what happens as well so it seems.

“I told you to stay away.”

“Who are you?”

“I am The Mechanic. and if you’re Thunderbird comes any closer, I’ll break it as well.”

And now we have a name. Still, we’ll discuss him later, let’s continue with the story for now.

“This is my ship and I say not a chance.”

Got to love that giant green determination.

Thunderbird Two makes it back safely! That’s a testament to the pilot really. In both TAG and TOS we get displays of Virgil’s calm and skill. In TOS, Thunderbird Two crash landed at Tracy Island in ‘Terror in New York’ after being shot at by the US Navy’s new Sentinel... Oopps. In TAG, it’s a case of mechanical sabotage (add in a little stubborn will). In both cases though, the issues are similar - rear damage to the engines and the possibility of fire or cut outs.

In TOS, Scott is encouraging Virgil to make it a little further to the Island. In TAG however, Scott is the one who almost orders for Virgil to

“The landing will be way too risky, Virgil, you need to ditch her in the ocean.”

Now, my theory on this is that in TOS the boys still had their father, and were a bit older than they are in this series (not too much, but enough). In TAG, they have lost Jeff and so I think it makes sense that they have more understanding of their own mortality and less super human thinking (or visuals for us anyhow). In TAG, their also seems to be more thought into keeping the original Thunderbirds as in tact as they can - upgrades and modifications, yes, but as original as possible. Where as in TOS there’s less consideration of the machines. Maybe it’s just the different ways in which the two series are written, but in TAG, it definitely seems to be that keeping the Thunderbirds as much the same as the way their Dad built them, really matters to these boys.

It was a pretty good remake of the crash landing too, as well as being perfectly original in its own senses. And hey, Virgil didn’t get knocked out this time! But Thunderbird Two did still get drenched in fire suppressant foam. Oh well, you can’t have it all.

“I don’t know who this Mechanic fellow is, but I’ll bet dollars to doughnuts he’s getting some help from The Hood.”

“Uh, Grandma, The Hood’s in prison.”

And Grandma calls it right again! Anyone want to give her a third go this episode?

Interesting method of rescue. We’ve never seen anything like this before... And Kayo’s off doing her snooping. Love a bit of spy work.

Speaking of...

Here is something of a conversation... or should that be interrogation, but subtly?

“You know, Ma’am, hI ‘ave ways to make ‘im talk.”

“I think Miss Creighton-Ward is doing just fine on her own, Parker.”

No! I wanted to see what Parker had up his sleeve, Colonel Casey and I bet others out there did too, someone dare to prove me wrong. Go on.

“This look suits you. Stripes.”

“Yes, and red suits you. We can chit-chat all day if you like, but I suspect you’re here because someone is in trouble. Perhaps something worse than me has come to pass?”

“You mean The Mechanic? Oh, he’s well in hand by now. His first mistake was taking shots at the GDF; his last was taking shots at my friends.”

“This has nothing to do with me, of course. Being in here!”

“Certainly not. This Mechanic fellow has none of your guile and sophistication.”

Look at that creepy eye going.

So these are Mecca’s.

And this is The Mechanic.

Let’s finally discuss what we know about the villain.

“This guy is untouchable, Brains.”

“I believe The Mechanic is using Null-Point Energy in a recombinant distribution matrix.”

So, I’m trying to write this like I know nothing of how this whole story and character pans out, just so we can note the development along the way - so I know we do know more than this, but run with this level of knowledge in keeping with the current reruns of the show.

So we know he’s good with tech. That’s a first.

He’s connected to The Hood in someway for a second.

He can hack EOS, for a third - and John is good with tech so that is saying something.

And he knows Brains, that’s our fourth.

He looks like quite the bad guy actually... Little bit worrying for us.

Now, expanding on all this - back when series 2 of TAG first started, I read an interesting theory that suggested The Mechanic was meant to be in someway like or be the Black Phantom from the original series (Thunderbird Six) who was also mentioned by the IR impostors in the episode ‘The Impostors’ and was clearly supposed to be the person they were working for.

Now, we never really got to know much about Black Phantom, other than the fact that he ran his operations much like The Hood. In fact, Sylvia Anderson apparently referred to him on set as “Hood Jr.” which of course, could just be a nickname she chose to give the character, or could be implying a possible blood relation. ‘The Complete Book of Thunderbirds’ then took this one step further by implying that Black Phantom and The Hood were indeed the same person. Now, of course, there is every chance of this potentially being true as we know the Hood is capable of changing his face, and that he is called The Hood because he has so many alias’ that no one knows his real name.

Of course that above theory would cut The Mechanic out from being the Black Phantom, but it was still a worthwhile penny to flick into our thought space. Personally I don’t think The Mechanic and Black Phantom are the same person, but the post did raise interesting points about their shared traits of shadowy intelligence and ruthless actions. I think these are definitely the kind of characteristics that The Hood looks for in employees and so I can see where the idea came from.

Returning back to the idea of The Hood and Black Phantom being either related or the same person - just quickly to finish this whole section - The Hood is “feared as the most dangerous man in the world”, where as Black Phantom was noted as “utterly ruthless”. In many ways, these two elements and traits can and do cross over. It is likely to think that if The Hood is regarded as the most dangerous man in the world, that he is known to be capable of being ruthless. As a counterpart, if someone if known to be ruthless, let alone utterly, you would probably regard them with caution and consider them a potential danger at the very least.

In case it makes any difference - especially as it could have just been complete coincidence - The Hood’s original puppet was remade into Black Phantom for the sake of the Thunderbird Six movie, so who knows, maybe...

Oh, and the above I’ve included just because I like it and I wanted to put it here. I don’t know who made the original gif, but credit to them.

#thunderbirds are go #Scott Tracy #John tracy #virgil tracy #gorodn tracy #alan tracy #the hood #the mechanic #kayo #brains #max #grandma tracy #darkestwolfx #Re-Review series #support your fanfic authors #writers on tumblr #Earthbreaker #terror in new york #TOS #TAG #CITV #ITV #Series 2 #Meccas #GDF #Lady Penelope #Parker #Colonel Casey

[feather-aesthetic]

Ocean’s Trash

A/N: I adored this movie, hopefully I will write more fics for these ladies because all of them are my gay idols.

Rating: T

Fandom: Ocean’s 8

Pairing: Friendly Constance and Debbie/Lou

Summary: Constance steals Debbie and Lou’s watches again.  They use some interesting tactics to try to get them back.

Words: 1,741

It’s a Saturday, and all is quiet in the loft.  Members of the team are spread out in various positions on the living room couches, Rose stitching away on her latest project, Nine Ball doing God-only-knows-what on her laptop, Daphne flipping through some fashion magazine, and Tammy managing her expanding fence business from an iPad.  Amita’s been hard at work re-setting the jewels from the Met Gala, but she, too, needs a break, and is sauntering over to flop onto the couch when Constance comes running in and collides with her head-on.  They both yell comically, grabbing one another to avoid spinning out of control.

“Sorry!” Constance hisses, darting past Amita as soon as they’ve both regained their balance.  

“Woah, Constance, where are you going?” Tammy asks, sitting up.  Constance pauses, in the midst of crossing the living room rug on her way to the door.  If it were anyone else asking, she’d be more cavalier with her response, but Tammy exudes such a motherly vibe that she feels compelled to at least face her to answer.

“I have plans,” she hedges, shifting from foot to foot.  Tammy narrows her eyes a fraction, a tic that Constance knows means she’s trying to work something out.  The longer Tammy’s stare holds her there, the more frantically her gaze darts from Tammy to the door.  Tammy smiles to herself.  For all of Constance’s ability to lie and steal from strangers, she’s amusingly bad at it when it comes to her friends.

“What are you up to?” Tammy hums.  As their standoff continues, the rest of the group gradually glance up from their various tasks, being drawn into the odd situation.  There’s a clattering on the stairs, and Constance’s eyes widen.

“Nothing!  Gotta go!”  Before she can get more than a few steps further towards the exit, Debbie and Lou are upon her, tackling her onto the rug where they land in a giggling heap.  The couple manage to each grab an arm, holding Constance to the floor.  

“Give us back our watches, Constance,” Debbie demands, face serious but corners of her eyes betraying her amusement.  Constance adopts a ‘who, me?’ expression.

“You guys lost your watches?” she tries, unsuccessfully.  Lou raises an eyebrow.

“You were running away with them 10 seconds ago.”  Constance’s wide-eyed expression doesn’t change even a fraction.

“Only ‘cuz I knew I’d get blamed!  It’s not my fault you guys can’t remember where you put your stuff!”  

“I watched you lift them,” Debbie says coolly.  Constance takes on an air of defiance, which she pulls off admirably for someone flat on her back.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  Lou rolls her eyes.  Daphne and Amita, who are beginning to realise what’s going on, start laughing at her impudence.

“We really have to do this the hard way?”  Lou does—something with her free hand that the others can’t see, and Constance jolts.

“Ah, okay—I took them!  But I don’t have them.”  The other five are looking on with interest, and Constance eyes them as potential allies.  Judging from their expressions, the odds are not in her favour.  

“So where are they?” Debbie asks, and wow, their ability to trade off during an interrogation is uncanny.

“I stashed them,” she gloats.  Debbie and Lou glance at each other, then in unison demand, “Where?”  Constance bites her lip to keep from laughing, looking up at them stony-faced.

“Not telling.”  Her captors share another glance, then sigh.  

“We gave you an out, Constance,” Lou says, “You should have taken it,” Debbie finishes.  One of each of their hands is occupied with restraining one of hers, Debbie on her right and Lou on her left, but that still leaves them with one free hand each, hands that, unmoved by Constance’s increased struggling, are reaching for her unguarded stomach.  Gently fluttering fingers find her sides, and despite Constance’s, in her opinion, commendable efforts to remain stoically unaffected, she cracks in seconds.  Her laughter is bubbly and childish, full of little squeals and the occasional snort when searching fingers hit especially ticklish spots.  Since fending them off isn’t exactly an option, Constance tries another tactic, which depends entirely on the mercy of her friends.

“Little help?” Constance lifts her voice to reach the captive audience.  

“Help her and you’re next,” Debbie shoots over her shoulder, not even missing a beat.  Amita takes one look at the way Constance is squirming and blanches.

“So not worth it,” she mumbles.  A second later, she’s slapping Daphne’s hands away from her and giggling, “What did I just say?”  but there’s no bite behind it.  Rose worries her lip, caught between loyalties and her sense of self-preservation.  She folds, following Amita’s example and shaking her head.  Constance groans through her laughter.

“Daphne?” she tries, but the woman is already shaking her head.

“I have no sympathy.”

“Okay, well fuck you too,” Constance retorts, but it holds no acid and isn’t the least bit angry coming out between giggles.  “Tammy, come on, you gotta help me.”  Tammy presses her lips together to hold back a smile.  It doesn’t take a genius to see that Constance doesn’t really mind this, and the way she looks up to Debbie and Lou like surrogate mothers is frankly adorable.  Who is she to interfere?

“Sorry sweetheart, but you brought this on yourself.”  Constance is momentarily overcome with laughter when Debbie starts pinching at her side, but steels herself to approach her only hope.  This is it, her last resort.  Constance puts on the best puppy eyes she has.

“Nine?”  She snorts as Lou finds a spot on her ribs, then “Please?”  Nine regards her for a moment, totally impassive.  With every second that passes, Constance’s heart sinks further.  Finally, Nine opens her mouth to reply.

“Try her knees,” is all she says before sitting back with her laptop.  Constance is in utter disbelief, and it must show on her face because the peanut gallery bursts into laughter at her predicament.  

“You promised you wouldn’t tell!” she cries, affronted.  Debbie is already half-shrugging and switching spots, ignoring Constance’s frantic pleas.  She squeals and kicks at the feeling of Debbie pinching at the flesh just above her knees, fingernails scraping over her kneecaps through her jeans.  Her suffering apparently further amuses her so-called friends, because they laugh even harder as her squeals fill the room.

“That was cold, Nine,” Tammy says, shaking her head.  Nine Ball shrugs, apparently not the least bit guilty after giving up Constance’s most ticklish spot.  Debbie’s fingers slip under her leg, scratching at the sensitive skin behind her knee, and Constance breaks.

“Okay!” she half-shrieks, eyes screwed up with mirth.  “Okay.”  Thankfully, they actually do stop when she surrenders, looking down at her expectantly.  She sighs shakily, laughter still quivering in her voice.

“They’re behind the potted plant around the corner.”  They both look at her incredulously, and she goes for an innocent shrug.  Debbie gets up to check, leaving Lou to keep her pinned down.  Just like she planned, the moment Debbie disappears around the corner Constance twists herself into a backwards roll and frees herself from Lou’s grip, scrambling for the door.  Debbie comes back around the corner, near fuming.

“You lia—” is all she gets out before she realises that Constance is making a break for it.  Debbie and Lou converge on her, but a second too late—the door slams in their faces and the sound of Constance’s maniacal cackling fades behind it.  They turn to each other, incensed.

“I can’t believe her,” Lou grumbles.  The other five women are in various stages of amusement, ranging from smirking (Nine Ball) to hysterical (Daphne and Amita), and Debbie shoots them a betrayed glance.

“Thanks for the support, ladies,” she mutters.  Daphne scoffs.

“We all just sat here and watched you torture her!  I’d think some gratitude is in order.”  Before Debbie can even begin to respond to that, the room comes alive with various buzzes and notification alerts.  Lou whips her phone out of her back pocket, reads the text, then angles the screen towards Debbie.

Ocean’s Trash

Con-Job: Check Amita’s pockets

Amita has read it too, and she groans when she sticks her hands into the pockets of her cardigan, withdrawing a watch from the left one.  

“That sneak,” she laughs.  “She crashed into me on her way in here, I should have known.”  Debbie reclaims her watch, thumb sliding over the engraving on the back of it.

“Only one?” she muses.

Ocean’s Trash

Lou: Where is mine, Constance?

Con-Job: :)

Lou: Constance.

Con-Job: :)))

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The next morning, when Lou’s all but given up on ever regaining her watch, it turns up in a box on their doorstep, dropped off by an express package delivery service.  At first glance, it appears to be untouched, but when she turns it over, the true purpose of Constance’s theft becomes clear.  Engraved on the back of the watch is the outline of a queen of diamonds.  Lou’s a little lost until she remembers the date, and then she finds herself shaking her head.  Today marks the two-year anniversary of the day Lou and Constance first met, when Lou ran across her running her trademark scam in Chinatown.  The queen of diamonds is the card she always uses in her games of Three-card Monte, the card that Lou watched Constance slyly slip into her sleeve several times before deciding to try her luck.  Constance had been caught before, but Lou remains the only one to have quietly tugged the hidden queen from her sleeve, praise her handiwork, and leave without reclaiming the crisp $10 she’d laid out on the crate in front of Constance.  Lou smiles at the memory, and slips the watch onto her wrist.  For all her bluster, the girl can be surprisingly sweet.  She wasn’t in the best place when Lou met her, and Lou has always suspected that the words they exchanged that day meant a great deal more to Constance than they did to Lou.  The gift just confirms it.  Debbie appears at the top of the stairs, curious.  

“Who was that, babe?”  Lou smiles, that slow secretive smile that lets Debbie know she won’t be getting a straight answer out of her.

“My watch,” Lou raises her wrist to show off the accessory, and Debbie shakes her head.

“That girl is truly fascinating,” she muses, making a beeline for the espresso machine.  Lou just smiles.

#tickle #tickle fic #ocean's eight #ocean's 8 #ticklish!constance #constance #debbie ocean #debbie #lou #lou miller #amita #nine ball #daphne #daphne kluger #rose weil #tammy

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To everyone that read Bitty Blues, thank you so much for the reblogs and your feedback. I can't even begin to tell you how much that means to me. Now I'd like to take this time to reply to some of the people that left comments on this fanfiction before moving on to the next piece of news I have for you.

 @theydrawthings - You were the first one to review, and you were the first to point out the easter egg I hid towards the ends of the story! Chopper really tugged on your heartstrings, huh?

And I'd love to see the scene of the Blueberry swarm if you decide to draw it!

(Fun Fact: Drawing fan art of stuff I've written is 99.9% more likely to make me love you forever! @nuvex, @lostmypotatoes, @xxkoichiixx, @venelona and @theydrawthings, I haven't forgotten about the lovely fan art you've drawn for me. I have to look at them every few days to make sure I wasn't just dreaming.)

 @semisolidmind - It's funny you mentioned writing for this again, since I might just have an idea or two up my sleeve...

 @mellowjelloe - Wow, Chopper has really left a mark on the readers, hasn't he? So many people want to adopt him.

 @lostmypotatoes - WOAH. You read through this story, which is nearly 20,000 words in length, three times? In a row? You say it was just that good? Wow, you're really sweet! And maybe a little nuts. But mostly sweet!

You and several others have noticed and praised how I gave each of the bitties introduced their own personality. At first I was only going to introduce one or two and skim over the rest, but then as I said in one post earlier, it all just snowballed. I thought the process might get old to the readers before the story got to the end, but it looks like that wasn't the case.

As for how Chara selected her own bitty Bossanova, I'm afraid it wouldn't make for much of a story I think. She already knew she wanted to adopt Bossanova from the moment she met him! XD But maybe she might return to the adoption center one day and come back for Bebop...

 @xxkoichiixx - First of all, thank you for telling me about the typos and the sudden point of view changes - I think I've corrected all those now. I read over the things that I write at least once before posting to look for such things, but I guess I missed a few mistakes because the story stretched on for so long...

And more love for Chopper!

And honestly, about wanting to adopt G? Saaaaame. Another fun fact: I used to not like him that much. Something about his whole 'bad boy' aesthetic just rubbed me the wrong way. All it took was some headcanons, fan art, and fanfiction of him being portrayed as a genuinely cool guy and actually pretty sweet for me to change my mind. Now I think he's an unfairly underrated AU character that desperately needs more love and attention.

 @mambourin - A lot of comments mentioned how they liked the interactions between Frisk and Chara. Writing their conversations felt natural to me in a way I can't quite describe, but I thought that I needed to show how important they are to each other before anything else in the story. Romance and shipping can be a lot of fun, but I also feel that platonic relationships have just as much relevance and shouldn't be brushed so easily aside.

I will admit that my writing can be described as intricate, but I used to think it was a bad thing. 'Nobody cares about that much detail going into a story! You're wasting your time!' my negative and pessimistic side would argue. So hearing how much you and others appreciate all the touches I put into the narrative, it really helps put a muzzle onto that stream of self-deprecating thoughts.

 Okay, now onto the next news!

Some of you have asked for and about this in the comments and asks, so I've decided to confirm it.

I HAVE thought of a sequel for Bitty Blues.

Actually, that isn't accurate. The truth is, I've thought of TWO sequels!

The first one takes place a little after Frisk adopts Crescendo and showcases their life together. However, do you remember that sweet Sansy she first met at the adoption center, readers? That's right. Frisk adopts him too! So the story is about Crescendo coming to terms with having to share Frisk with another bitty, but his jealousy only gets worse when after a while of the Sansy living with them, he turns into a G bitty! So then Crescendo feels inferior since now he and the Sansy turned G aren't quite equals anymore in the terms of rarity.

The second sequel is focused on... Chopper. It's also a bit of a prequel, since the first part would detail just how he became an Axe bitty, and it's gut-wrenching. I'm not joking, you guys - I actually started tearing up a few times while planning it out. Basically, his past owner really wanted a G bitty, but couldn't afford one. So she decided to make one. The problem with that is, nobody knows just how Sansies turn into Gs, so her insane line of reasoning was, since Gs are so slim figured, one factor of them turning into Gs must be their weight. You already know exactly how this turned out.

But you see, Sansies are supposed to be chubby. And without enough food in their system, their magic weakens and their bones gradually get more brittle. Which brings us to the gaping hole in his head. Let's just say she got annoyed with him begging for food and let's leave it at that for now...

As you can well imagine, this was extremely traumatizing for him. He has a host of physical and mental conditions that the adoption center's staff work tirelessly to help him cope. But the most severe condition he has is an eating disorder - Chopper has bulimia.

Chopper doesn't place any blame on his owner, and because he couldn't be what she wanted, and with his bone structure expanding instead of shrinking post transformation, he thinks of himself as hideously obese when nothing could be further from the truth. Anything he eats, it never stays in his system long before he tries to purge it by forcing himself to vomit. That's why his voice is so raspy, he's done this so many times it's affected his speech.

I'd really like for this second story to be not only about Chopper's background, but also about his recovery. In his mind, he won't let the staff help him because it's their job to take care of him and any concern they show him is out of obligation, so maybe he would be more obedient towards a potential future owner. This being Frisk, of course.

It's a very touchy subject matter, so I can see why some people might shy away from reading it, especially those that have suffered from eating disorders. I thought it was a unique concept, though. Usually, Horrortale Sans is depicted as ravenous and would eat just about anything in a setting where food is scarce. But Horrortale Sans in this Bittybones AU outright refuses to eat in a setting where food is plentiful and given to him.

Let me know your thoughts on these potential sequels either by comment or through an ask, since I'd love some feedback on these ideas. If I do decide to write them, I'm not sure when I'd do so since right now I'm writing another prompt from the list and want to finish it before moving onto another story. And then I also have to think about that continuation of 'The Villain I Appear To Be' that I said I might do.

But if enough of you are interested, I will put the sequels to Bitty Blues on my list of things to do.

#franstastic answers #franstastic writes #bitty blues #frans #sans x frisk #bittybones #horrortale #tw abuse #tw eating disorder