#wait. scratch that. i did four. i just didn't post one of them.

[the--rebel--fae]

Hey Fae! Do you know about the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? If not, basically they are biblical concept for rooted evil in humanity and first four of seven seals for the “end of the evil world” or whatever (conquest, war, famine, and death).

Anyways, to my request! I wanted to ask to see if you’d write a paring of a FourHorseman!reader with Vox from Hazbin Hotel (and any other characters from that show if you’d like to lol)

Thank you and Gl with ur other requests!

A/N This is probably gonna happen each time I post a request since I feel horrible for making all of y'all wait. So! Big sorrys for taking so long with this but tysm for your patience! Now! On to the main a/n: Oh my friend, you have triggered an idea that is genius! Ooh this reminds me of that one episode from Charmed.--if you know which one, you totally rock. I had so much fun with this! I hope you like it too! 😊

Pairing: Vox x Strife! Four Horsemen! Reader

TW: Just swears, but that's about it.

Word Count: 814

His Little Chaos Bringer

The brick wall felt like a cool and relaxing solace as you leaned against it. Your pencil scratching furiously away in your notebook. Today had a been quite the productive day.

Though, you could have done without Blitzø's hissy fit for nearly missing the portal entry back to hell. He was complaining how you nearly cost him big time as he took you back into your main domain of the pride ring.

“You're lucky you're so damn powerful and make our jobs easier, you twerp.” He grumbled at you as he practically shoved you out of the I.M.P. van.

An amused chuckle made it passed your lips as you closed your notebook with a satisfying snap. You couldn't help that you were on a roll today with causing so many humans strife. You were the epitome of it after all being one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Your other three siblings were Lucifer knows where and you didn't really give a damn as long as they were keeping their stats up and making sure the plan stayed on track.

Your notebook was already bursting with your successes, an impressive list of names and ways you affect them filled its yellow time worn pages. And that was only today.

Looking around at stretch of land that was the V's part of Pentagram City you let out a tired sigh. You loved what you did, you really do. But after a long day of causing misery, all you wanted to do was collapse in a comfy chair and just relax as you listened to your boyfriend boast about his day.

The brief silence that filled the air in the little alleyway you were taking a break in was quickly broken by the sound of your ringtone: The Flight of the Valkyries–little on the nose but you were always a fan of the classics.

You glanced at the caller ID and grinned. “Well, ask and ye shall receive I guess.” Clicking answer, you couldn't keep the smile out of your voice. “It's like you just knew I needed to talk to you. Should I add telepathy to the list of your talents?”

A deep chuckle. “Well hello to you too Doll. Rough day I take it?”

You leaned your head back against the wall and felt the satisfying thump of cool brick against the back of your head. “Not hard, just very long. Apparently causing misery for a living can drain someone a lot.”

“Why don't you come back home to the tower and I'll see what I can do to help get some pep back in your step hmm?”

A smirk played at your lips. You definitely didn't miss the innuendo in that sentence. “Sounds perfect actually. I'll be there in five.”

A pleased hum could be heard on the other line. “Looking forward to it Doll. See you soon.”

“See you soon, Vox.” The call ended seconds after.

Pushing forward you felt your muscles stretch out in relief. A spark of excitement and contentment ran through you. Sometimes it paid to be the romantic partner of one of the strongest overlords and a tech genius like Vox. No matter how busy the two of you were, you were always able to make time for each other at the end of the day.

***

As the elevator door to Vox's penthouse suit swished open, a tired smile was brought to your lips at the sight before you. In front of the blue satin couch, on the table laid a beautiful–and frankly absolutely mouth watering dinner with two champagne flutes filled with wine.

“I take it you like the surprise?”

You let out a pleased hum and walk forward. "What do you think?" Wrapping your arms around Vox's neck, you lightly bumped your forehead against the top of his screen. An amused giggle passed your lips as you watch Vox's screen take on a light rosy hue around where his cheeks are supposed to be.

"Well, I'm glad you like it, my little chaos bringer." Vox gave you a soft peck on the lips. His kisses always left you with a tingling feeling--probably thanks to the fact that he is a literal tv, but you couldn't help but want more. Maybe at a later time, the night was still young after all.

"You know exactly how to make a gal feel special don't ya?"

Vox pulled away from your grasp and gave a wink. "Doll, you're special no matter what."

You couldn't help the snort that passed your lips. "Wow, cheesy much?"

Vox just waved you off. "What? I was just trying to be romantic!"

A fond smile pulls at your lips. You were probably one of the most powerful beings in Hell seeing who you were, but if this was the life you got to come back to everyday? It's all worth it.

A/N that was so much fun to write. I truly enjoyed this request! Feel free to request again! I hope you enjoyed it!

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[thebigoblin]

you could be the one that i love

as promised! sheriff finds out about sterek tag won the poll, so here is the fic! this was so fun to write, i might do this next weekend too <3

title from "Message In A Bottle" by Taylor Swift.

now posted on ao3!

He's thinking about last night, and how amazing and perfect it was, when he walks through the front door of his home. He's smiling, fond and breathless, because what he experienced last night? It was straight out of a fairytale. Once-in-a-lifetime, truly world changing, adorable.

He's so lost in thought, so completely gone on those strong hands and dazzling smiles, those perfect bunny teeth, that he doesn't hear his name being called. Doesn't even realize he's not alone in his home until he's being tapped on his head, a double-drum beat he's hated and loved, in equal measures, since he was four and went to the barber for his first ever hair cut that he remembers.

"Da-ad! Daddio! Didn't realize you were off shift," he says, flustered and panicked. What if he asks why he's smiling like this? Normally, when he's zoned out, he's usually also hyperfocused on a thing. This, though? This is highly unusual. And his dad's a cop — he's the goddamn Sheriff. He'll be suspicious.

His dad looks at him, eyes squinted, looks him up and down. "Don't look dressed to impress," he mutters, more to himself than to him, but Stiles makes a noise of protest. He's dressed decently! His dad seems to think otherwise though. "You look like you had a fight with a cat, Stiles. That t-shirt is older than you are, why do you insist on wearing it?"

"Because it's comfy! I'll have you know, I have slept in this even when I did not have my pillow, and you know I can't sleep without it."

His dad puts up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Then what were you smiling about? You clearly aren't coming back from a date."

"Hey! I could be," he isn't. Still, he has feelings and words hurt, okay?

"Dressed like that?" His dad snorts, and okay, actions hurt too! "Sure, kiddo."

"Well, my choice in a date clearly wouldn't be a snob like you, so it wouldn't matter to them if I'm dressed like this or in a suit." he shoots back, and realizes his mistake just as he's faced with his dad's full-tilt grin.

"Oh? A snob? Then I guess I imagined you having a crush on one Lydia Martin all these years."

Stiles has no out, and he knows this, his dad knows this, and they both know he's done lying at this point. Sure, there was a time when Stiles would have run circles with his words and confused his dad, but ever since the werewolf secret was revealed the Stilinski men have made a pact to always be honest with each other. Or, at least, not actively lie.

Omitting certain details though? That's fine.

So, Stiles confesses:

"Actually, dad, I did have a date."

"Bingo!"

"But it wasn't before me coming home." He scratches his neck, suddenly shy. He can feel his cheeks heating up, the memories of last night once again rushing through his mind.

"I take it was good, whenever it was. But wait, where were this afternoon then?"

"Oh, dad, don't ask. It was a terrible day, I tell you! Erica and Lydia wouldn't leave me alone until I told them every. Single. Detail."

His dad raises an eyebrow. His voice is stern as he speaks. "Young man, you're seventeen. I know you think having sex is the pinnacle of teenage—"

"No! No, no, no!" Now he's blushing for an entirely different reason. "No, definitely not! De- date and I definitely didn't have sex last night." Oh god, kill him now. "It was just a dinner and movie date and it was cliché but... Dad, it was so good."

His dad smiles. Asks him if he's had dinner yet, and when he says no, tells him to tell him everything over dinner.

"Not everything," he clarifies quickly, "Just parts you're comfortable sharing with me."

Stiles loves him so much. He hugs his dad, tells him so, and starts to do just as he was asked to — he heats his dinner up, his dad having already cooked and eaten, and then both of them settle on the dining table chairs.

Stiles tells him things.

How much he loved how his date came to pick him up from Lydia's, because she was the one who dressed him. His dad laughs at that part, and Stiles points his fork at him, trying to shut him up, but only succeeds in joining in on the laughter fest.

How much he loved the flowers he got, and how his date was a gentleman all night long. Opened all the doors for him, pulled out his chair at the restaurant, and even let him eat off of his plate. Didn't even tell him to shut up when he kept babbling at the cinema.

"I'm going to pause you here and ask — you're dating a guy?"

"Not dating dating, since this was our first date, but... yeah." His dad knows he's bisexual, has known for a while, but this is the first person Stiles is dating ever and it's a guy.

He waits for his dad's reaction.

"You want to go on a second date with him?"

Stiles blows out a breath. Toys with his food a bit. The only thing he doesn't want to do in this moment is grin like a lunatic.

But he fails.

His dad holds his gaze and tells him, "Any person who makes you this happy, they get my approval."

"Dad," Stiles says, overcome with emotions. "Thank you."

"Always, kiddo. Your happiness is what matters to me. That being said, you need to do your laundry, and I'm going to go sleep. Night."

"Oh, come on! We were having a moment, and you totally ruined it!" He yells at his dad's back, which is shaking with laughter.

He yells good night, then thinks of his dad's reaction when he learns his date was Derek.

*

"I want to tell my dad."

This is their fifth date.

They're in a coffee shop a few towns over, just looking at each other, talking about this and that. About what Stiles wants to do after he completes his senior year, what Derek's plans were and what he ended up doing. It's a quiet environment, not many patrons here besides them, and they are in their own little bubble here.

Which pops rather loudly as Derek looks at him with the widest eyes he's ever seen.

Stiles tries not to laugh. He really, really does.

He ends up laughing, the other patrons and the waitstaff looking over at them at the sound.

"Are you scared? Of my poor ol' dad?"

"Your dad who is the Sheriff!" Derek hisses, trying to not let more attention come over them. "And I'm dating his underage son. Stiles! This is not funny."

"I'm sorry," he isn't, "But the Alpha of Beacon Hills is scared of an old man? That is funny as hell, Der."

"Stiles!"

"Darling," he tries to calm himself down, and looking into Derek's eyes has that effect on him, "It's okay. We don't have to tell him yet. It's just an idea, okay? We can wait until you're ready."

Derek takes a moment to process and reply. "Didn't you say he approves of your boyfriend?"

"My boyfriend who he probably thinks is my age, or like, maybe two or three years older. Not six."

Derek takes one look at him, at the hickey he's marked on his neck, and shakes his head rather aggressively. "No."

Stiles laughs and keeps laughing, until Derek shuts him up with a kiss.

*

The police station is nearly empty when he enters. It makes sense; it's lunch time and recently there hasn't been anything big. Which is good, really good.

It means he gets to finish his last year in school in peace, and he doesn't have to worry about his dad working himself to death.

It's a good time in Beacon Hills.

Stiles thinks so, right until the moment he's on his fifth bite of burger and his dad's staring down his own.

"You know, son, one day you are gonna have to make your boyfriend meet me."

Stiles chokes on his burger.

"If you can't eat the rest of it, maybe I can—"

"It's not healthy for you!" He shouts when he's feeling okay, and then, "Also, I could have died right now. Were you not worried?"

"I've seen you trip on air and gracefully fight off a rogue werewolf, Stiles."

"And?"

His dad just rolls his eyes, picks up his own healthy burger, smells it, and puts it down. "Smells nasty,"

"Good for your health," he sing-songs. And then, "It's only been a month, dad, jeez! Let us live a little. Plus, he's scared of you-" Fuck. His dad is looking at him weird.

"He's scared of me?"

"I mean, you're the Sheriff, so." He shrugs. It's totally a valid reason to be scared.

"Hmm. And there is no other reason?"

"Nope, not at all!"

"Right."

Stiles stuffs the rest of his burger into his mouth to avoid further questioning. His dad sighs, clearly thinking he's raised an animal, and attempts to eat his own lunch.

By the time he's done, he's licking his fingers.

"Told you it tastes better than it smells."

His dad meticulously wipes his mouth, his fingers with napkins. Stiles is drinking his banana smoothie.

"And I told you I want to meet the boy who has got you so chipper."

Stiles ends up snorting the smoothie out his nose.

"Oh, lord."

His dad is clearly questioning Stiles' existence. At this point, Stiles is doing the same.

*

His dad doesn't leave the issue, and after continuous requests — orders, more like — Stiles breaks down in front of Derek.

Derek, the pure, innocent soul whose color leaves him the moment Stiles tells him of his dad's demands.

"I need to create a will." Is what Derek answers with.

Stiles agrees, and adds, "Erica will be a good Alpha, I think."

They both hold each other, then, fearing the worst.

*

Stiles tries to soften the blow by providing his dad with unhealthy food for three days straight.

Three is his limit.

"Derek, I'm sorry, but I can't do this any longer."

Derek accepts his fate rather bravely. Eyes steeled with determination, he walks into the Stilinski home, and Stiles follows, once again rehearsing the speech in his mind.

Dad, I know this isn't what you were expecting. But this is my boyfriend. Derek Hale. Yes, I know he's 23 and I'm 17, but dad. I like him so much. And he likes me that much back. We are good together. You know I have been happy, and dad, Derek has been too. You know because I know you have seen him around. Dad—

Turns out, he need not have prepared the speech.

Because his dad? Is kind of an asshole.

The very first thing he sees when he enters the living room is Derek's back, because he's frozen in the middle of the room, eyes locked on—

The banner.

That reads WELCOME DEREK HALE.

"You knew." He looks at his dad, who is smiling smugly.

"Yes."

"How?"

"I think you are forgetting, kiddo, but I'm a cop."

"But you- the steaks! Dad!"

His dad doesn't even have the decency to fake remorse.

"Come on, Der, we are leaving."

He tugs on Derek's hand, makes him move back out the door. Derek follows, but only after saying:

"Thank you for not killing me!"

"You're welcome, son!" His dad yells back.

The son sends a warmth through Stiles' entire being, the easy acceptance of Derek into their little unit of family a welcome gift. When Stiles looks at Derek, he sees his boyfriend reflecting the same emotions.

*

Later that same night, his dad calls to tell him this —

"Stiles, I love you, kiddo. And I want you to be happy. And I guess your happiness is with Derek. It was hard to digest at first, but then I saw you both at the bookstore." Stiles remembers that day — it was their second date. "I knew you were dating someone, a boy, and I connected that information with what I saw, and I came up with my son dating an older boy. It angered me, concerned me. But then I saw past that, because I saw how he was with you and you with him.

It was like watching the past. I won't call this young love, because clearly this is more than that. I'm not sure how you would feel about this years down the line, if it will even be true, but I have a conviction that a decade from now, maybe even sooner, I won't be calling my son and his boyfriend, but my sons. My son, and his husband."

Stiles has tears in his eyes, but it is okay, because Derek does too. And from the way his dad's voice cracks, so does he.

"I love you, Stiles."

"Love you, dad. So much."

His dad hangs up the call, and Stiles buries himself into Derek's chest.

"Your father is a good man," Derek tells him, and Stiles nods. "I won't let him down. I won't let you down."

"I know."

Stiles tilts his head, and Derek tilts his, and they kiss, a gentle, soft kiss that conveys the conviction of his dad's words, and their hope of its truth.

(It's true. His dad even recounts this tale at the wedding reception — how he knew and he played on Stiles' fear to eat unhealthy food for three days straight.

Everyone laughs, and then Stiles has to suffer as his husband — husband! — gangs up on him with his dad.

It's the best day of Stiles' life).

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sheriff stilinski #whenwordsmakesense #*sterek fic recs #sh.writesonmain #if there is any mistake — know that this was written b/w 1 and 2am.

[stubblesandwich]

Return To Me - Chapter 4

A/N: It was requested I post this here, as well, so here ya go! (Sorry if I double tagged anyone.) I'd love to hear your thoughts! Thank you endlessly to anyone still following this story. You have all my love.

Summary: Emma Swan is dying. Her last remaining hope is a heart-transplant, and those aren't easy to come by. But, as luck would have it, fate finds her worthy, and on a stormy autumn night, Emma is given a second chance at life.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Boston hospital, Killian Jones has been devastated by the sudden loss of his wife.

Inspired by the 2000 film of the same title with Minnie Driver and David Duchovny. Find on A03 here

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Chapter Four - Don't Get Around Much Anymore

Three Weeks Post-Op 

Emma had been called a cynic plenty of times in her life. As it turned out, being pushed through the foster system for a decade and a half hadn’t exactly turned her into a beaming optimist. Like most cynics, she claimed she was actually a realist. She planned for the worst, because things tended to not work out that great for her, and hoped for the best. Sometimes she was pleasantly surprised. 

But in the litany of potential outcomes Emma had been preparing herself for, a new heart had never actually made the list. It was akin to winning the lottery, in her mind. Life had not been particularly kind to her. Yet, she had always taken her blows in stride, and she never took handouts. And the prospect of finally making it to the top of the transplant list at the age of twenty-six, after almost a decade of waiting, felt like a handout from life. 

Emma Swan had never been one to sit around waiting for handouts. 

There were other things she had prepared herself for. Increasing the handful of pills she took each day to keep her body from failing on her any faster. Moving from her full time job and supporting herself completely on her own to working part time, then very part time, to not at all. Getting on a government disability program. Each new punch to the gut from life she took in stride, as best she could. 

And through it all, righting her each and every time she stumbled, were David and Mary Margaret. They were some of the best, most genuine and caring people ever to be placed on planet earth. She didn't deserve them—there was a small, cruel voice in the back of her head that affirmed this for her every day. But they just kept showing up for her, and they wouldn’t leave, and they wouldn’t let her quit. 

As it turned out, after the first week, getting a whole new vital organ sewn into her chest wasn’t as bad as she had thought it would be. By the third week, the pain was starting to subside, transitioning into a residual soreness, and her biggest struggle currently was not clawing at her incision every time it itched. When the skin itself didn’t feel like an odd mixture of both tight and numb, it felt ablaze with itchiness. It was all she could do not to scratch at it. (Every time she did, Mary Margaret would bark at her to stop it, or David would throw a random item in her direction. Most recently, it had been a box of tissues that had narrowly missed her head, and he threatened to get an extendable fly swatter to swat her with, as needed.) 

For the first time in her life, Emma was well and truly doted upon. She had family members who inarguably refused to leave her side. That is, of course, until Mary Margaret was forcibly removed by way of her impending school year start. 

She’d had almost a month left of her summer break when Emma had had her operation, and she had been able to push almost all of her classroom prep off until the very last minute. David helped her ready her room when he could, but Emma knew her friend was fraying at the seams from trying to do so much in such a short span of time. Mary Margaret had a handful of vacation days, but she hoarded them like a dragon for true emergencies, and worried constantly that if her students started off the school year with a substitute teacher, they would just end up watching movies all day instead of actually learning something. 

This was their last weekend before the new school year started and Mary Margaret went back to working full days. Emma was lounging on the couch, dozing, lidded eyes half focused on the episode of Friends quietly playing on the living room TV. She and Mary Margaret had just finished putting together twenty-five “Welcome back!” folders for her incoming students, as well as a second set for their parents. 

“Why couldn't they have been ready for you to have the surgery during the start of summer?” Mary Margaret lamented, as she plopped her last folder down on the pile.  “I would have had three months off to be here with you!” 

David glanced over at them from the pile of pans he was washing at the kitchen sink and gave his wife an odd look. “You do realize you're wishing the woman whose heart Emma has now had died earlier in the year instead of later, right?” 

Mary Margaret looked aghast. “No! Of course I don’t wish that. I didn't... I just meant...” 

David raised his eyebrows at her, but by now he was smiling gently at his wife. Mary Margaret huffed. A slightly awkward silence settled between the three of them. The fact that another person was dead and Emma was still alive because of it was something they all knew but typically left unsaid. David had said it out loud, and now the strangeness of that fact settled over them all heavily. 

“I wonder what she was like,” Emma murmured from her spot on the couch, puncturing the silence. “They couldn't tell me much. Well, couldn't or wouldn't, not sure which. All they said was that she was older than me, but not by too much, and in great health. Obviously we had to have the same blood type. But they couldn't tell me how she died, just that it didn't affect her heart.” 

“Probably head trauma,” David said sagely. Emma winced at the thought, but he was likely right. He had seen enough as an officer to know. Especially working night shifts, when the majority of car accidents took place in the area. 

“That sounds awful,” Mary Margaret said quietly.

“I'd never say I was glad someone else died,” David said after a while. “But I'm glad Emma's still with us.” The fact that these things were one in the same went unsaid. Mary Margaret reached over and squeezed Emma’s arm in gentle agreement with her husband. Emma glanced over at her and offered her sister-in-law a small smile, trying to convey to her without having to say it aloud that it was okay. 

But in truth, Emma was uncomfortable. It just made her feel so strange, knowing that for every happy moment she now got to have here with her family, someone out there was living new moments, making new memories, without their own loved one to share them with. Someone out there was grieving a tremendous loss—had lost a daughter, a sister, a mother, a wife. The woman whose heart Emma now had could have been any one of those things, or all of them at once. She was presumably loved, adored, missed dearly. And Emma just didn’t know what to do with that information, how to carry these feelings with grace and proper gratitude. Often they \manifested in the form of guilt. David and Mary Margaret were quick to talk her out of that whenever it came up. That woman’s death meant something, they assured her. Part of her lives on, and part of her saved a life. That has to mean something to her family, right? 

They were right, Emma knew. David saw so much meaningless death in his line of work that she inherently believed him when he told her that it was a gift, her being able to use someone else’s heart. (She didn’t have the courage to ask him how he would feel about any of Mary Margaret’s vital organs going to someone else, if she died.) It was a guilt she carried nonetheless, and she carried it poorly. It was an awkward shape, this guilt, and heavy, and she didn’t know how to carry it well. It all too often made her fumble. 

“I’m gonna take a shower,” she said Mary Margaret looked over at her sharply, instantly suspicious that Emma was still feeling off from the previous conversation, but Emma was quick to wave away her worry. “I’m fine,” she assured her. “Really. I just feel grimy, and I don’t want to taint the epicness of Last Dinner with my stink.” This was their last evening—Last Dinner—before Mary Margaret returned to work full time, and they were marking the occasion with David’s mother’s famous lasagna recipe, a favorite from David and Emma’s semi-shared childhood (and coincidentally the only meal David really knew how to make, but that was beside the point). 

“I second the vote for a shower,” David said, raising his hand in mock vote. 

“You would,” Emma said with a roll of her eyes that David didn’t even need to see to know was there. Mary Margaret started to rise with her, as if about to help her to her feet. “Relax, woman,” Emma said, putting her hand on her friend’s shoulder gently to stop her. “I’ve got it. I’m not a complete invalid.” 

“Jury’s still out,” came David’s response. 

Emma looked at Mary Margaret, half expecting her to admonish her husband, but Mary Margaret just stared up at her with poorly veiled anxiety. “I’m not!” Emma said. “Guys, it’s been almost a month.” 

“Three weeks,” Mary Margaret corrected. “Since you got a new heart. Not since you got your tonsils removed.” 

“Okay,” Emma said, stretching out her back a bit as she stood there, chasing a kink out between her shoulder blades. “Sure, it was a big surgery.” David scoffed from his place by the sink, and Emma shot him a warning look. “But the doctors even said I have to try to do more on my own. I think it’s safe to say that includes showering.” There was no argument from David on that one. Mary Margaret, on the other hand, looked unconvinced. 

“What if you slip and fall?” 

“I’ll be sure to have my Life Alert button handy,” Emma retorted wryly. “Seriously, guys, it’s okay. I can handle showering.” Before they could argue any further, Emma slipped away, locking herself in the bathroom.   

“Let me know if you need any help, okay?” Mary Margaret called through the door in a singsong voice only a few moments later. Emma swore she heard the doorknob jiggle, like her friend was testing to see if it was locked or not. It was, thankfully. Emma was already halfway undressed, and the last thing she needed was for her brother to get an accidental peep show because his wife thought Emma had already gotten stuck behind the toilet and died or something. “Emma?” 

Oh, my God, Emma mouthed to herself. “Thanks,” she called out. “I will!” That seemed to appease Mary Margaret. But the faint squeak of the bar stool at the kitchen island assured Emma she hadn't gone far. It was endearing, how much they worried about her. At least, that's what she told herself in the moments like this, when it was almost impossible to find even just two seconds of privacy. Sometimes, she really did feel like she was a little kid again. Only now, she was re-living a much different version of her childhood. A sweeter, kinder version wherein people actually wanted to take care of her and didn't think of her as a monumental burden. 

The tub's faucet squeaked shrilly as she turned on the water. When she’d first gotten home a week ago, just that motion, gripping the handle and giving the antique metal a yank, had left her arm feeling like a limp noodle. She was doing much better now, but she still felt pathetically weak and exceptionally out of shape. At one point, long ago, she had been fairly strong. A thin child, but always scrappy. Now she was a pale waif, muscles atrophied over the years as she'd gotten sicker. She vowed to herself that was going to change. Despite how frail she was, at the same time, she legitimately felt like she could take on the world now, with this new heart. She could finally breathe, take a breath fully in and out, without feeling lightheaded. That alone was a miracle.  

Gingerly, she lifted her tank top up over her head. Her scar, where a surgeon had cut into muscle and bone and forcibly ripped open her sternum, stood out, an angry red slash against alabaster skin. For the first few weeks, it had been concealed by gauze. By this point, it was still tender, but her doctor encouraged her to air it out often. She even had some skin mobility exercises she was supposed to be doing daily, to help the layers of tissue beneath the scar not permanently adhere to one another. The scar itself stretched from the top of her chest, dropping down in between her breasts, all the way past her sternum bone. It was a thick, gnarled thing, aesthetically ugly; but she found herself overwhelmingly grateful for it the longer she looked at it. As ugly as it was, this scar meant she was going to live to see her next birthday. 

Washing herself was still a slow, cautious process, but much easier than it had been when she’d first gotten out of the hospital. She took the time now to do her full, luxury, self care princess shower routine, something she hadn’t had the strength to do in months.  The venting system in the loft's tiny bathroom was terrible, and by the time she stepped out of the shower, steam cloaked the room like a fog. The sheer dampness of the air made her cough when she inhaled. Emma didn't care; she felt amazing. It was easy to underestimate how much better a good shower could make a person feel. She felt human again, instead of the fresh-from-the-hospital, invalid goblin she’d been feeling like for the past few weeks. Humming to herself, she dried off, turbaned her wet hair, and started to dress. 

David had the water running at the sink, and the apartment’s ancient radiator had kicked on next to the bathroom; when Emma finally opened the bathroom door, her brother and sister-in-law didn’t hear the faint creak of the old wood on its hinge as it started to open. 

“But you love your classroom.” David was saying in a low voice. It was clear he was trying to be fairly quiet, but this felt like intruding in on a conversation that had been going on for several minutes. Possibly the whole time she’d been in the shower. 

Emma didn't hear Mary Margaret sigh, but she could tell by the tone of her voice that her words had come on the end of one. “Of course I do,” she said, “And I really do miss my kids. But Emma needs me here. I can't just leave her! She just got a new heart, David. A heart. It's not like she had her wisdom teeth removed and just needs a day or two to get back on her feet.” 

The aforementioned heart skipped a beat in Emma's chest. A familiar, sinking feeling of guilt settled low and heavy in Emma's stomach. 

“But she will get back on her feet,” David said gently. “You know she will. She just needs time.” 

“Exactly! And she needs me here to help her until she does.” 

“No, she doesn't.” 

“David—” 

“Mary Margaret,” David interrupted lovingly. “She's going to be okay. Better than okay. This is the day we've all been waiting for, don't forget. She's getting a second chance at life here.” Unexpected tears welled in Emma's eyes at that. “And Emma knows that,” David continued. “You and I both know she's going to be chomping at the bit to get back out there. It's going to be hard enough keeping her here the six weeks it'll take for her to heal. She's not going to need our help half as much as you think she will.” 

Mary Margaret started to respond, but Emma couldn't take it anymore. She took the bathroom's old doorknob in her hand and gave it a good rattle, like she had just started to open it, and the door creaked loudly as she pushed it fully open. David and Mary Margaret grew hush until Mary Margaret piped up with, "Oh, hi Emma!" a little too brightly. David noticeably busied himself with cutting the garlic bread he’d pulled out of the oven moments before. The guilt at having eavesdropped coiled in Emma's chest like a snake ready to spring, and she swallowed around the lump that had grown in her throat. “Hey,” she said, trying her best to sound normal.

“Everything go okay?” Mary Margaret asked. “No dizziness?” 

“I didn’t hear the Life Alert alarm go off,” David said dryly, shooting his sister a wink. 

“I feel amazing,” Emma said earnestly. “Seriously.” She sidled up to her brother and successfully bumped him out of the way, taking over the cutting of the garlic bread despite his weak protestations. 

“Oh, good,” Mary Margaret breathed, and the relief was evident in her voice. She shared a glance with David, which Emma pointedly ignored, and moved to grab the stack of dishes waiting on the island so she could start setting the table. 

“I was thinking,” Emma went on, “Maybe I could come help you set up your classroom later today. If you think you need the help. Or I could just come keep you company, get a change of scenery.” 

“That sounds like a great idea,” David said, as he watched his wife’s expression. 

“That would be great, honestly,” Mary Margaret said, but was quick to add, “As long as you’re feeling up to it.” 

“I mean, as long as you don’t have me lugging around twenty-pound carts of Crayons or something,” Emma laughed, “I think I’ll be okay.” 

“Do fourth graders still use crayons?” David asked, as he popped open the oven one final time and withdrew the lasagna. The cheese on top was browning and bubbling and a minute away from burnt, just the way his mother had always cooked it, and the whole thing looked wonderful. 

“Not really,” Mary Margaret said with a shrug. “But it doesn’t matter. I have a big, handsome deputy to do all my heavy lifting for me.” She batted her eyes at her husband a few times, who grinned back at her. 

“All right, lovebirds,” Emma said, as she clicked the salad tongs at them a few times in playful warning. “Let’s eat. I’ve got my appetite back and I’m actually starving.” 

“Jeez,” David said, “You’d think she’d gotten a new stomach with the heart. She’s gonna eat us out of house and home now.”

Table set, food out, they took their respective seats. David uncorked a bottle of red wine he’d been saving for a special occasion, which Emma was definitely not allowed to have, but she told Mary Margaret to enjoy it for her. 

As Mary Margaret spooned squares of lasagna onto everyone’s plate, Emma took a moment to try to find the right words to say to convey how she was feeling to these people who would seemingly do anything in the world for her. But what she wanted most is for them to get back to living their lives, too. They had put off so much for her sake, and she was more grateful than she knew how to say. But it was time to move on now, to heal, for all of them. 

“I know it can suck, having such a huge surgery,” Emma started, pausing to clear her throat. “But this is different.” She glanced up at Mary Margaret, who was watching her closely. “I mean, a month ago, I was dying. I never told you guys this, but it just felt like the end. I was working on drafting a will.” 

“Oh, Emma,” Mary Margaret said quietly. 

“That’s so morbid,” David said.

“I know it’s stupid.” Emma toyed with the end of her napkin as she stared down at her plate.  “I don’t really have anything to will to anyone. I was just going to leave anything I had to you guys.” She cleared her traitorous throat again and took a moment to blink back some tears. She needn’t have bothered; when she glanced up at her family, they were both openly tearing up as they looked at her. “Okay, stop,” she said, pointing her fork at them, “Or I’m going to lose it. Absolutely no crying in baseball.” 

“Got it,” Mary Margaret said, her voice watery and absolutely unconvincing. 

“Just… Thank you,” Emma said, when she finally got her voice back under control. “I don’t want to think about where I’d be without you both. From the bottom of both my hearts,” she said, with a wry little smile she couldn’t keep at bay, “Thank you.” 

David chuckled, wiping at his eyes, and Mary Margaret continued to stare at her, smiling and barely holding back the floodgates. “We love you, sis,” David said, and a moment later he raised his wineglass. “To Emma’s new lease on life.” Mary Margaret’s wine glass followed, and Emma clinked her water glass with theirs. 

“And Mary Margaret’s new school year,” Emma added. 

“Hear, hear,” Mary Margaret agreed. “I’ll take prayers, good vibes, anything you’ve got.” 

“You’re going to do great,” David assured her, as he put his arm around her shoulders and tugged her closer to kiss her cheek. “Those kids are lucky to have you.”

Dinner was splendid, and the company even better. It was the first full meal Emma was able to enjoy without feeling nauseated, which was a win in her book. She literally couldn’t think of the last time that had happened. Mary Margaret did indeed have Emma’s wine, and was perhaps a little tipsy when they later ventured out to put some finishing touches on her classroom, which just made it all the more enjoyable for Emma and David. 

And as Emma settled into bed that night, for the first time in a long time, she felt well and truly good. She felt full, warm, strong, and loved. And she knew, felt sure in her bones, that this was the start of one of the best years of her life. 

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The funeral went as well as a funeral could--especially considering there was no actual body to bury. Milah had set it up long beforehand that all salvageable organs were to be donated to the nearest hospital at the time of her death, then the rest of her body donated to science. This made planning her funeral and memorial service a unique affair, as there was no body for a wake, no urn of ashes received. That he would receive later, whenever the hospital saw fit. So Killian honored his wife's memory the best way he could. 

Everyone who had ever known her in the past few years since she and Killian had moved Stateside was crammed into a small funeral home to celebrate her life and speak well of her. Her parents were long dead, but he had managed to get his hands on some childhood photos from her aunt who still lived across the pond; a small smattering of her extended relatives had sent cards to pay their respects. But the room was filled primarily with her coworkers and friends she’d made in the few years they’d lived in Boston. 

Milah had been a truly gifted photographer, both in her work and personal life, evidence of which sat neatly framed and displayed on nearly every available inch of table space in the room. All the best photos Milah had ever taken through her work had been printed and framed and displayed, tucked neatly between bouquets of flowers. One table was so long, it took up the entire back wall. 

Killian had almost, almost, completely lost the last tenuous grip he had on his sanity when the wrong flowers had come in that morning. He had distinctly ordered stargazer lilies, his wife’s favorite flower, for the table arrangements. Instead, what had been delivered to him were a rainbow assortment of Gerber daisies, of all things, which he viewed on this particular day as nothing short of an abomination. As it turned out, there had been a mistake with the delivery trucks, and his order had been sent to a birthday party instead. It probably should have embarrassed him, how angry a simple mix up of flowers had made him. But as he had very little pride left, he was literally seeing red, until Robin showed up beside him, placed a hand on his shoulder, and gently steered him out the side door and outside for some fresh air. Will took over, his general belligerence a helpful and actually useful tool that day, and tried to get the flowers sorted out with minimal shouting. 

As Killian stood now, gazing down at the myriad of perfect photos his wife had taken over the course of her career, he belatedly realized he had been the star of many of them, unbeknownst to him. His wife had apparently been a ninja behind her viewfinder when he wasn’t paying attention. It should have made him feel awkward, being the focal point of so many of her photographs; the last thing he wanted now was attention. And yet, he couldn’t help but smile at most of them. One of him leaning over the railing of a dock, for instance, staring pensively out at sea, squinting slightly in the light of the sun. Another of him from behind, a shadowed figure standing on the beach with his toes buried in the sand and his hands in the pockets of his shorts, staring out at the red slashed sky of an oncoming storm. He was the blurred, black clad figure in the background or at the helm in several photographs of the ships he and his brother had helped restore. 

It was visible, tangible proof of how much she had loved him, how often her camera found itself pointed in his direction, focused on him. And God, if that didn’t make him miss her all the more. His heart was an open wound, and he was never going to be able to staunch the flow from it. Day by day, he felt like he was bleeding out, until soon there would be nothing left of him. 

One photo, his favorite, and one that was already framed in his home, stood out prominently. His and his brother, Liam, in front of their first real score for the ship restoration foundation, a beautiful, towering piece of history in the form of a stunning antique merchant vessel. Liam’s arm was thrown over Killian’s shoulders, his face alight with absolute joy (and possibly the buzz from the beers they’d had over lunch). They were both squinting, laughing like fools at having finally pulled it off. Towering behind them, not to be overshadowed, was the ship, herself: the Jewel of the Realm. Milah had been sent by a local paper to get photos of the ship, and her new owners, as a focal point for a story on local maritime history. 

Killian felt fortunate he remembered that day so well. It had felt like the best day of his entire life, at the time. Seeing his brother so elated, after everything they had endured together, had been enough to send Killian to the moon. It felt like things were finally, finally going their way. He had taken to Milah instantly, and spent the hour regaling her with the history of the ship. A merchant ship, originally, but thought to have been used for piracy at one point. He leaned heavily into the implications of the latter fact, as he felt—rightly so—that it added intrigue, and Milah had been enamored with the Jewel. He'd joked that day about renaming it the Jolly Roger, much to his brother's chagrin. She’d had other work to get to that day, so she hadn’t stayed long, but she’d given him her business card, which he still carried in his wallet. Liam had been killed shortly after, on one of his last missions with the Royal Navy before his scheduled retirement. Everything had changed, then. But Killian had always felt especially lucky that it had been Milah that day who had come to take their photo. For one short hour, she had been able to meet his brother, before Killian had lost him forever. The stars had aligned, and for one short span of time, the man who had meant the most to him and the woman who would come to mean everything to him had met, briefly. It wasn’t much, in the grand scheme of things, but to Killian, it had to be enough. 

And then there were the glorious photos of the rest of the ships he had brought on through the years. He had always marveled at Milah’s skill behind a camera, her ability to find just the right angle, at just the precise time of day, to truly capture the essence of the ships he restored. Through her eyes, even the in-progress pictures never made them look like pieces of floating shit, which some of them very much were at the start of the process. She managed to make them look like hidden treasure, just waiting to be uncovered. Pieces of history waiting to be lovingly restored to their former glory. That’s what he’d felt like, with her. She’d been the one to see past his flaws after the death of his brother, to see something worth loving in him, something worth restoring. 

And now what was he, without her? 

The frequent looks of sympathy that came his way over the course of the memorial service were one of the worst parts of the day. Each and every concerned glance that flit in Killian's direction was threaded not only with heavy condolences, but something much worse: pity. And he knew he was a pitiable sight, indeed. He was dressed well enough, in a deep black suit Milah had bought for him after his business had another big break. But, his arm with the broken collarbone was still in a sling and had no hand at the end of it. Dark circles cradled his eyes, which seemed to be permanently bloodshot these days. He had given up almost entirely on sleep.

Sleeping felt impossible, an insurmountable task despite its simplicity; the bed was too big, too cold, and too empty when he was the only one in it. He tried—really tried. Each night, he made a valiant attempt to sleep in his own bed. He'd toss, turn, and generally do a lot of staring up at his ceiling. Eventually, he resorted to Netflix. But his “recently watched” list was full of her favorite shows, episodes half finished, series just begun. It was a terrible distraction. 

The first week after he arrived home from the hospital, his recliner chair in the living room had been the only place he could comfortably fall asleep with his arm in a sling. It was a lumpy, unsightly thing he had inherited from his brother (it was this reason and this reason alone his wife had allowed him to keep it.) Milah had called it his old man chair. These days, he’d often fall asleep in the chair, wake up with a start an hour later, and make his way to the couch, where he’d try to fall back asleep, but would mostly lie awake, staring into the dark, letting his mind off its leash and letting it wander to dangerous places. 

Often these thoughts centered on what he would do if he could track down the driver who had hit them head on, then fled the scene. What he would do when he found him or her varied. Sometimes, he pictured lighting him on fire. The next moment, he'd revel in the thought of running him through with a knife, watching him slowly bleed out on the floor. Or he’d take his hand from him, too. Such thoughts kept him company and carried him through until morning. 

Now, with the lack of sleep and the general dissociation he felt, he often didn’t feel cemented in reality. When he looked around the room, taking in the funeral parlor, it felt like this was happening to someone else, and he was merely observing. It didn’t help that he was surrounded by a sea of people who didn't know what to say to him. The moment never came that he was spared the awkward indignity of a conversation with someone who had little else to say other than I'm sorry. 

She was a lovely person. 

(Each time, he bristled at the use of the past tense.)

She'll be missed. 

Pity had overtaken the room, lingering like a dense fog. Everywhere he turned, his friends, her friends, co-workers, even a handful of people he had never seen before in his life, were all wearing the same expression on their faces. It transcended simple pity. It was next-level pity, flashing from their eyes and those slight down-turned corners of their mouths like a brightly-lit billboard in the night that read "YOUR LIFE DEPRESSES ME." 

He couldn't blame them. He pitied himself, too, when he wasn't numb, pulled down so deep into his own despair he could no longer think straight.

At least the food was decent—or so he had been overhearing. One quick glance over at Will Scarlet in the back of the room, face stuffed with h'orderves, told him the funeral parlor's appetizers couldn't have been terrible. If there had ever been a time he appreciated his friends more, he couldn't think of it. Of all the people who had shown up to the service, Locks and Scarlet were the only two who didn't make him want to scream. Or run. Or throw a punch. All of it, all at once. 

Will and Robin sat apart from the rest, in a pair of wingback armchairs in the corner of the room. Killian hadn't had a chance to speak to either of them, apart from initial hellos and quick hugs when they'd first arrived, and of course the ordeal with the flowers, but somehow, he knew without even asking they intended to stay for the entire affair, likely planning to take him out for a drink when this was all over.

What else do you do for your best friend after his wife's funeral?

All in all, it wasn’t a very hopeful affair, and too often bordered on bleak. Killian had no words in honor of Milah he wanted to share with a roomful of people who didn’t know her very well, and he didn’t trust himself to speak without breaking down. So, people ate, drank, and made a reserved and somber form of merry. They swapped stories back and forth, each offering up little pieces of the woman they had known.

Milah's parents had died years ago, and she had no siblings, so the room was occupied primarily by people she had thought of as friends. That was a nice thought, and in the coming weeks, Killian would be touched by the food, flowers, and cards that continued to arrive on his doorstep in memory of his wife. 

But here, in this moment, he couldn't bring himself to find hope in anything. 

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One Year Later 

Was a house truly haunted if you didn’t mind the ghost?

It felt like a haunting for months after Milah’s funeral, this limbo state he found himself in, where he couldn’t bring his heart or his brain to fully comprehend that she was gone. They traded shifts in misunderstanding, his heart and brain. There were days where, logically, he understood his wife was dead. And yet, his heart still leaped at the sound of a car door shutting outside, or an imagined creak in the floorboards that sounded like her coming around the corner in the hall. Other days, his heartache was so profound, he could barely muster the strength to get out of bed. All too often, he’d forget, and for a few blissful minutes, reach for his phone to call her and ask her a question. Those were beautiful moments, the forgetting. But the remembering that followed took his breath away. 

Then there were the things around the home he couldn’t bring himself to toss. Notes she’d left on the fridge, a grocery list on the table. Leftovers from her favorite meal at their favorite restaurant he couldn’t bring himself to throw away until they were fouling up the whole kitchen. Her phone was recovered from the accident and eventually made its way to him, via the detectives working the hit and run case. He went through her email drafts, texts, anything he could get his hands on that held pieces of Milah. He'd saved every voicemail she'd ever left him, had them memorized, and he'd play them when he missed her most, poking the bruise in his heart over and over until it numbed and didn't hurt so much. It all felt relatively harmless, like doing this to himself couldn’t possibly be a bad thing. 

Until he found himself practically sobbing the floor of the shower one morning over a soggy clump of her hair he’d pulled from the drain. 

He just couldn’t seem to pull himself together. 

How do you bring yourself to purposefully excavate traces of someone from your life, after they’re gone, until it was like they weren’t even there at all, the life you shared existing only in snapshots and memories? How exactly does one get to that place, force yourself to loosen your grip on all you have left of the person you love, the person you’d give anything to see one last time? Killian couldn’t fathom it. He couldn’t picture himself ever ridding himself completely of Milah’s memory. 

But he could stop leaving land mines for himself. 

He’d always run a tight ship at home, in terms of cleanliness. He had never had much, by way of possessions, and wasn’t sentimental about keeping things. Now he found himself debating whether or not he should keep a note in the bathroom his wife had scrawled out for herself to remind herself to order new contacts. These were the silly, useless things he stared at for minutes on end, debating what to do with. This little scrap of her pretty handwriting he recognized and loved. The thought of it winding up in a landfill somewhere made him ill. 

Eventually, he gathered these random scraps and pieces of her he’d found (except the clump of hair from the drain—that one did make it into the waste bin, thankfully) and gently shepherded them into a large Ziploc bag, which he kept in a box on her side of the closet. 

Robin and Will called often, texted even more often, and even dropped by now and again. They offered their help constantly, gladly would have helped with menial tasks like this (like throwing away scraps of paper Milah might have touched, God, he was a mess), but he turned them away each time. He just wanted to shut the world out, encase himself in a tomb of his own grief. 

He hadn’t even been able to see her, to say goodbye to her, because he hadn’t been bloody conscious for it. He had no memory of Robin telling him of her death; in the week following the accident, he left a slew of traumatized nurses in his wake as people had to tell him again and again for what felt like the first time that his wife was gone. 

Milah, bless her ever-loving soul, had signed herself up to be an organ donor. Of course she had. On some level, he knew this. It was marked on her driver’s license, and it was surely something they had talked about at one point. But now he resented it, resented the whole idea of it. He resented anything that didn’t allow him to see his wife one last time. One doctor had had the absolute audacity to tell Killian that he didn’t want to see his wife, anyway; the damage from the accident had been too great, the brunt of which had gone to her head, and that it was a miracle her heart was still beating enough to allow for any organ transplants. Killian, for his part, had an entirely different definition of the word “miracle”. 

So he waited to receive her ashes, held a funeral without her body. But he certainly didn’t wait patiently. 

He wonders sometimes what she would think of what he's become. No doubt there would be times she'd laugh at how ridiculous he was being, debating on keeping an old, wet clump of her hair like some kind of serial killer, and the subsequent guilt he felt at throwing it away, this gross little piece of her DNA. 

And yet, he reminds himself that there is, oddly, more of her DNA out there somewhere. Somewhere, out in the world, a select few of her vital organs are in new bodies, presumably thriving and keeping their hosts alive and well. Presumably, there are people out there who will be forever grateful for these pieces of his wife. Actual, living pieces of her. Killian has no idea how to feel about that, truly. There will come a day, when he is able to pull himself out of this darkness that perpetually feels more crushingly inescapable by the day, that he is able to see the true and abundant beauty in it. Milah, gone, but literal parts of her living on, providing life-giving support to someone else’s body and soul. That's the true miracle, really, and something he’d know she would be proud of. 

For now, in the depths of his despair, he feels annoyed, indifferent at best. Her benevolent medical and scientific donation was, for many long months, the thing standing between him and a proper burial for his wife, the thing that stood in the way of closure and him being able to say goodbye to her properly. This is the thing his mind latched onto, chooses as a target for his blame. 

Closure arrives on his doorstep one afternoon, boxed and bubble wrapped, in the form of an unassuming black urn. When he finally received her ashes, half a year after her death, he knew what he would do with them, knew immediately what she would want him to do with them. But he can’t yet bring himself to say goodbye, and the urn sat above their fireplace for months. This is the moment it hits him, truly, that she is gone. This is what it takes for it to finally sink in. He spends a long time building up the courage, brick by brick, to do what he needs to do. And as what would be her 37th birthday approaches on a warm July day, he finally gathered the strength to lay his wife to rest and honor her the way she deserved. 

What he doesn’t appreciate about the day, however, is the weather, which turns out to be an absolutely perfect New England summer day, which Killian very much resented. 

It was almost like it was mocking him. Jabbing a bright, sunshiny finger right into his face and laughing at his grief, which still, even almost a year after the death of his wife, was still a wound that had left him hollowed. When his brother had died, suddenly and with too much life left unlived, he'd felt like the ground itself had been pulled out from under him, and he'd been left in free fall. Now, with Milah gone, it felt as if his heart had been ripped right out of his chest and crushed in front of him. 

How did people live like this? 

If he were truly honest with himself, Killian wasn't certain what he was doing each day could actually be called living. He was alive, sure. Most days, the only thing that kept that from being true was the unknown lurking behind the veil of death. He had his own theories, his own hopes, for what awaited in a possible afterlife, but of course, no one really knows for sure until their time comes. He couldn't be sure what would happen to him, whether or not he'd see Milah, if he died tomorrow. Hell would be dying and not being reunited with her. And that was a hell whose existence he was not quite ready to test. 

The closest thing he had to his wife now was resting in his lap, ashes encased in ceramic. He had taken a small, private sailboat out to sea, sailed until there was no one else in sight, trying to find a good spot to release her ashes to the ocean she had loved so much. It had been close to two hours, now; he knew he was putting off the inevitable. If he didn’t do it now, he feared, with good reason, that he never would.

The best part about giving someone’s ashes to the sea was that there wouldn’t be one particular spot where her body would be laid to rest. The waves would take the dust of her and spread it for him, from shore to shore, just like they had taken his brother’s ashes. There would be no headstone, but the ocean itself would remind him of her, and he could visit her anytime he liked on a sea that had always brought him a sense of serenity. 

Killian Jones had never believed in soul mates until he’d met Milah.  And he still didn't quite believe in them, in the traditional sense. He didn't believe in a ready-made mate just waiting for him to find her. No, in his experience, life was far from ever that easy or that simple. But things had changed for him when he'd met his wife. Then, with her love, the broken pieces in him, irrevocably shattered the day his brother had died, shifted together into something that could almost be held together again. With her, he’d felt more whole than he could ever remember feeling in his life. 

She had been married at the time, when they’d met. Daydreaming of leaving her terrible husband, dreams which grew in intensity with each passing day. And while she hadn't exactly left him for Killian, she may has well have. Everything had changed for her that day, too. 

For while Milah had been his partner, they hadn't met each other and been perfectly content. But they had made each other stronger, in all the ways that counted. Now he believed wholeheartedly that soul mates existed. But they weren't found, ready made and prepackaged. They were made, forged through love and hard work working hand in hand. 

These were the things he thought, as the gentle salted breeze ruffled his hair and brought stinging tears to his eyes. As he looked down at the urn that held the last physical piece of the woman he’d loved, would always love, was lost and adrift without. 

“I love you, Milah,” he whispered to the wind. The tightness in his throat and jaw wouldn’t let him say more, but he knew he didn’t need to. She’d known how much and how fiercely he’d loved her, and he had to think that wherever she was, she still knew the hold she had on him. 

He held the urn against his chest with his prosthetic hand, working to unscrew the top. The breeze calmed at just the right moment, and as he leaned over the side of the ship to release Milah to the sea she'd loved, the dust of her settled gently down into the water. 

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[lesbehonestsstuff]

Chapter 10

Summary: Alex and Casey are called to the precinct where they find Olivia trying to get a little girl to open up.

I feel like this one needs a bit of explaining. I basically mixed episodes 16 and 20 from season 6. Alex got shot and went into witsec (I’ll write that one eventually) she came back because they caught Connors and Casey was attacked because of her relationship to Alex. It will make sense when you read it. I split this chapter into two and will post the second later.

Warnings: usual SVU things

Chapter 10/?

Olivia sat in the dark hospital room, Casey was sleeping, the pain meds having taken her out after Olivia spoke with her. Olivia tried to remain calm and calm Casey when she hadn’t remembered what had happened, knowing it was normal but it still left her deeply unsettled. The last few weeks, scratch that the last few months had been a complete shit show. All of it starting the night Alex died; well, she wasn’t dead, but only Olivia and Elliot knew that. They had promised Alex and the Marshalls they wouldn’t tell anyone, not even Casey, much to the detective's surprise as the marshals had insisted that it was to keep Casey and Niki safe. Alex had asked them, practically begged them, to look over her family, to take care of Casey, to not let her fall apart, and not let anything happen to her or to Niki. Of course, they had promised, and they had kept said promise, watching over them after Alex was gone.

Now Olivia looked at the beaten redhead in front of her and couldn't help but feel like she had broken that promise. She was so deep in thought she didn't notice the door opening and closing until a gasp followed by a broken sob broke the silence. Olivia turned her head so fast she almost got whiplash.

“Alex?” she whispered, unable to contain the shocked tone at seeing the blonde again.

Alex walked towards the bed, her eyes never leaving Casey. She reached out carefully, running the back of her hand over Casey's bruised cheek. Olivia watched as Alex's eyes flooded with tears until a few fell out. A minute must have passed, Olivia's mind still trying to comprehend how Alex was in front of her until Alex quite literally stood in front of her, anger running through her. “How could you let this happen?” she demanded, her voice breaking with emotion. “You promised me you were going to take care of her,” she took a deep breath, and Olivia could tell she was trying to compose herself.

Olivia ignored the questions and instead fired one of her own. “How are you here?”

Alex looked towards the door that was now blocked by what Olivia assumed were a couple of marshals. “One of the marshals let it slip that an ADA had been attacked, so Hammond told me what happened, and after that, he sure as hell wasn’t going to stop me from coming. Now answer me, what happened?” She was using the voice she reserved for when she dealt with criminals, and if Olivia didn't already understand why everyone was so intimidated by her, she sure as hell did now.

Olivia sighed, knowing there was really no beating around the bush now. “We’ve been dealing with four murders, the bullets matched your open homicide. Donnelly pulled Casey out of it the moment we figured out that whoever killed them also tried to kill you. We weren’t allowed to tell her, but you know how she is, she went digging and found out.” The squad had no idea how Casey had figured it out, but a day after they told her she couldn't keep on with the case, she had stormed into the precinct pissed at all of them for not telling her that they were looking into Alex’s murder.

Olivia sighed and continued when she saw Alex was waiting for her to go on. “Alex, she's been in really rough shape, and I guess she just lost it. She went into court the day of arraignment and started screaming at Connors until we got her out of the room. Thankfully, it was Judge Preston, and she let it slide. We tried to calm her down, but she screamed at us to leave her alone and went home after.”

Alex rubbed her hand over her face a couple of times. She knew Casey was going to fall apart; hell, if the roles were reversed, she would’ve lost her mind. “So how did she end up here?”

Olivia knew it was all still an ongoing investigation and they were still trying to piece everything together, but she also knew that she wasn’t going to be able to keep much from Alex. “We knew she had made herself a target the moment she stormed into that courtroom and screamed about him killing her wife. When the prosecution decided to charge Connors with your murder to be able to hold him, they must have figured that they could go after her to try to scare the DA’s office off the charges. I stayed with her because she insisted she needed to look into Connors while Elliot went to get Niki. I stepped out to get us coffee for five minutes, Alex, and when I came back, she was-”

Alex interrupted her, trying her hardest to not raise her voice and wake Casey up. “How could you leave her alone knowing she had a target on her back, Olivia?” She was fuming and pacing the room; it would do her no good to startle Casey, all things considered.

“Alex, we were in the DA’s office, in her office. There was no safer place for her to be,” Olivia reached out, trying to comfort her, but was quickly pushed back by the blonde.

Alex shook her head, her anger palpable. “Well, that clearly isn’t fucking true, look at her!” a sob bubbled up in her chest and broke free before she could stop it, Olivia taking the chance to try again, this time successfully wrapping Alex in a hug.

"Hey, shh," Olivia murmured, tightening her hold on Alex knowing the pressure would help ground her. "She's going to be okay."

Olivia kept holding her tightly, slowly rocking them back and forth. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what was going through Alex’s head. She felt her let out a shaky breath against her shoulder before she spoke again. “What did the doctors say?”

Olivia pulled back slightly, still holding Alex close to try to keep her calm. “She’s got a concussion, bruising, and a couple of broken ribs. They were worried about internal bleeding, but they cleared that. She doesn't remember the attack yet.”

“He didn’t…did he?” Alex asked her, and Olivia didn’t even need her to specify because she’s been working this job long enough to know what Alex meant.

She gave Alex another squeeze. “No, honey, I talked to the nurses, and it was cleared,” she reassured her, giving her a small kiss on the side of her head.

Olivia could see the relief flood Alex’s features. “Thank God,” another wave of sobs made their way through the silence in the room, and Olivia would be lying if she said it didn’t freak her out slightly to see Alex so distraught. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen her cry that much, and it was breaking her heart.

“Liv, how am I supposed to explain this? She thinks I’m dead; my daughter thinks I’m dead,” this subject was one that had kept Alex awake for so many nights in the past months. Her anxiety at an all-time high over how her wife and child would react to finding out she was alive. She knew that she was in an impossible situation and that Casey might even hate her for this. This definitely wasn’t how she had wanted to come back, adding to the pain and trauma, both physical and psychological, that her wife was dealing with by having her come back to life wasn’t ideal, but Alex couldn’t stay away. She just hoped Casey would understand.

“There was nothing you could do, Alex, you had to protect them,” Olivia rubbed her back, trying to keep Alex from getting more distressed.

Alex let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah, look at how well that turned out,” she pulled back from Olivia’s arms, wiping her hands below her eyes to get rid of the last of her tears, taking a deep breath, and schooling her features. “I want him charged with my attempted murder and her assault.”

Olivia’s brow furrowed with concern at the implication of Alex’s words. “Honey, that would mean you’d have to leave witness protection,” she tried to reason, not sure it was the best idea considering what was happening. “We already have him for the four murders.”

Alex shook her head and started to pace the room once more. “I don’t care, if I can help get him convicted, I may have a shot at staying. Besides, if they find out I’m alive, it will only fuel the defense to push for perjury charges.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to Abbie, see what she thinks,” Olivia nodded, already trying to figure out how she was going to tell Abbie that Alex was alive and that they had perjured themselves when they arrested Connors.

The mention of Abbie Carmichael seemed to catch Alex off guard; they hadn’t seen each other for so long she wasn’t even sure Abbie was still in New York. “Carmichael is back?”

A faint smile tugged at Olivia’s face at Alex’s disbelief. “You really think Donnelly was going to let a random ADA handle this? You two are like family to her; she basically speed-dialed Abbie when Casey was taken off the case.”

Alex paced across the room for a little while, seemingly calmer now that she knew Abbie was the one handling the case. She finally pulled up a chair and sat next to Casey, very gently holding her hand, careful not to disturb the cables and wires that ran around her.

“How has she been doing? How’s Niki?” Alex's voice was soft, mindful that she was now closer to Casey, her eyes never leaving her as she asked Olivia for updates on her girls.

Olivia took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding, searching for a way she could tell Alex things that she was sure were only going to break her further. “Niki has been quiet. I don’t think she fully understood what was happening. She has lashed out at Casey a few times, but after, she just seems to go back into herself. After the funeral, she kept asking Casey when you were coming back. We’ve been taking turns taking care of her, making sure she’s with one of us whenever Casey is working.”

A heavy silence hung in the air as Alex absorbed the news, her expression a mixture of sadness and guilt. She knew the toll her death was going to take, and yet, she couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that was trying to consume her, the nagging thought that she had failed them in some irreparable way.

“Casey, she's not doing great.” Her voice was soft, as if it was aware of how easily it could cut through Alex. “I'm going to be brutally honest with you; if it wasn’t for Niki, I don't think she would be here. Donnelly gave her a month's leave, and she was just going through the motions for Niki. She was almost catatonic during that time, and now she just throws herself into cases until she’s almost drowning in them.”

The weight of Alex's guilt seemed to multiply the more Olivia spoke as she grappled with the enormity of the situation and how much her wife had suffered because of her. “This is a whole fucking mess; what am I supposed to do?” she exclaimed, the frustration at being in this situation clear in her voice.

Olivia reached out, her hand coming to rest on Alex's shoulder in a gesture of comfort. “You tell her the truth, tell her it was the only way to keep them safe and that you didn’t have a choice. She’ll understand.”

Alex's frustration boiled over, her anger directed inward as she berated herself for the decisions that had led them to this point. "I hate Hammond, I hate Connors, fuck, I hate myself for not listening and dropping the case," she confessed, thinking about how Casey had supported her as she kept working the case but practically begged her the night they blew up the car and the agent with it to let someone else handle it. She was too stubborn and too determined to listen, and that set all of this in motion.

“You were just doing your job, Alex,” Olivia tried to reassure her, seemingly aware of how much Alex was berating herself in that moment.

“Yeah, and it cost me nearly eight months of my life with my wife and our daughter,” Alex whispered, defeated by the weight of regret that had clung to her since the night she had to leave.

Olivia didn’t have an answer for that; she could only imagine how hard all of this was for them. When Casey shifted a little in her sleep, she got Alex’s attention again, knowing the redhead was going to wake up soon. “Do you want me to stay or do you want to be alone with her?”

Alex shook her head and rubbed her thumb over Casey’s hand. “Please stay; I don’t know how she’s going to react to seeing her wife back from the dead.”

Olivia pulled up another chair and settled in beside Alex, wrapping one of her arms around Alex and letting her lean her head against her shoulder. “Okay, honey, I’ll stay.”

#alex cabot #casey novak #calex #casey novak x alex cabot #law and order svu #olivia benson #all aboard the angst train

[aredsunrise]

You're Also The Priority

Notes : It is an Leon S Kennedy x original female character (Charlie Miller) fic. 22 y/o oc. I know it's been almost a month and I'm posting a little chapter, I'll try to be more punctual. And I hate this chapter, I tried to make the five one better.

Summary : They try to survive.

CW : Angst? - Slow Burn - Canon-Typical Violence - Fluff? - Bad Writing - Mutual Pining - Flirting

Words : 1 082

Part four

As the rain grew stronger, Charlie leaned against the wooden wall letting his body drag to the ground. She was so sick of all this bullshit. Besides, they didn't even find Ashley yet. Charlie heard the agent speak, but as she looked up, she realized it wasn't to her, but probably someone he was working with. So she waited for him to finish, examining her scratched hands and arms as she waited. She must have had only one or two that continued to bleed, but the pain was still present for all the others. The young woman tried to close her hand into a fist and a small sound of pain crossed her lips, which made the blonde's attention turn on her. She didn't even know how he had managed to hear her with the wind and the rain. 

"Don't worry about it. We'll swim home if we have to. Condor One out.", Leon seemed to joke as he approached Charlie. "Show me your hands." 

She did what he asked. The agent inspected her wounds, gently taking her arms before taking out of one of his pockets a green spray with a cross of the same colour. 

"It might sting," Leon warned as he unannounced began to cover the scratches with the spray. Charlie would have answered him so sarcastically but held himself back by biting her cheek at the unpleasant tingling on his skin. " Asshole,"  was the only one she could repeat in her head, to the scratches and product as a way to release the pain. The bleeding wounds stopped and Leon bandaged her arms so that they could not become infected.

"Thanks," said Charlie when he was finished. 

"It's part of my job. Let's go, there's still Ashley we need to find."

The young woman sighs before advancing through the rain and the wind, the agent in front of her, gun in hands. They saw the merchant again before reaching you in a place that seemed like a huge maze. Wooden bridges with thousands of ropes sat over their heads while on the ground walls, also made of wood, hid them from the view of the villagers. Leon explained to Charlie that they were going to have to continue silently and, unknowingly, it put a fucking pressure on her shoulders. Hearing the fire crackling near them in addition to the mumblings of their enemies was stressing her out a lot. Leon managed to kill some of them without being spotted before a fucking woman started screaming and throwing a torch at them. Leon shot her just as a bell rang. All the villagers who happened to be in the area came back. Charlie screamed in fear when one of them with a cow's head appeared out of nowhere to their left. The agent grabbed her arm to place her behind him before shooting the cow's head several times. The events that follow consisted, for the young woman, of staying away from the group of the villagers, while remaining close to Leon without trying to get in his way. After killing all the people who were in their way, the agent took the time to ask the young woman if she was okay and continued until they entered a house again.

"Stay here," the blonde ordered, pointing to a locker with his chin.

"What? No," Charlie replied confusedly before looking at the locker with disgust.

 "Yes, go inside. It won't take long, anyway." 

Charlie sighed before entering the stupid locker. The agent closed it and the young woman heard his footsteps moving away. A huge noise broke the silence with cries of women. Charlie heard Leon say something before a bomb went off.

"I am flattered, but I'm a one-lady type of guy."

This time, the young woman heard him and couldn't help letting a little laugh cross her lips. She brought her hand to her mouth as best she could, to prevent any sound from coming out. The young woman understood that the agent had moved away when the sound of explosions and cries and bullets became more distant. Charlie took a deep, but silent, breath, hoping it would be over as soon as she got out of the damn locker. She was taken aback when it opened and a villager grabbed her arm to pull her out. The young woman screamed with all her might, hoping that Leon heard her Leon. She struggled as best she could, to no avail. Instead, the man slung her over his shoulder and started to walk away. Charlie tried to hit him with her legs and hands, but nothing happened. 

Leon managed to reach her just in time and shot several times at the villager's legs and lower back to knock him down before he reached the door. As soon as the man let go of her, Charlie took care to get as far away as possible while the blonde approached her while shot the man to finish him off.

"You hurts?" asked the agent, helping the young woman to get up.

"I'm alright, thanks," she lied, grimacing at the pain of her scratches.

Leon seemed to notice that she was lying, but couldn't say anything because another small group of villagers arrived.

"Fuck. Stay Close."

He threw a grenade into the pile, which killed them instantly before indicating to Charlie to follow him. They exited through a hole in the wall and climbed wooden stairs to escape from those on the ground. Leon managed to eliminate the villagers who were on the ground, one by one, by shooting at them or throwing grenades at them. As Leon tried to finish off the last one, a woman with a chainsaw, and a man with a pitchfork came dangerously close to them. Charlie didn't even have time to think, her body grabbed a sickle that she noticed on the ground and managed to plant it in the man's neck as soon as he was close enough. Charlie winced again as he backed away, horrified at what she had just done. She opened and closed his hands as if it could take away the pain from her palms. The blonde took one of her wrists to examine it before standing in front of her to remove the dead man from her sight.

"I guess the cutest are really the best after all," tried to joke the agent to divert the attention of the young woman.

And the worst part is that it worked.

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[convexicalcrow]

(part one) (part two)

Tango wasn't expecting to sense Cub so close to him as he was rifling through his storage in preparation for dungeon maintenance. But he could feel him around, he was-

Tango went over to the open wall, where levels three and four were. Cub felt… like he was… down there? In the dungeon somewhere? But the game wasn't on. There was no- there's no way Cub was in the dungeon, right? Right?

"Hmm. I'd better go check that out. Just in case."

-

It was hard to pinpoint Cub's location, though at least he remained in the same place, as if he wasn't moving. Which, well. That didn't bode very well did it? Unless he was waiting for him to jumpscare him, that was definitely a possibility. But the dungeon felt... uneasy. Like it knew something was wrong. That Cub was somewhere he shouldn't be. Tango didn't like that feeling at all.

It took far longer than he expected to find him, though. His energy was all over the place, but also somewhere he couldn't really guess. He only found him by chance as he was checking to see if he'd tried to get into the Black Mines, and there he was, passed out on the floor, skulk stains on his fingers.

"Oh, well that's not good. Possession, maybe? He's been acting so weird since the dungeon opened though. I'd better get him out of here," Tango said, kneeling down beside him as he rolled him over onto his back.

Cub made a soft sound, perhaps a sigh, and Tango touched his forehead, offering a little Vex magic to wake him up a little.

"Cubby, you with us, buddy? You okay? What are you doing all the way down here?" Tango said, trying to rouse him.

Cub took a deeper breath, wriggled his fingers a little. Tango fed him a little more Vex magic. That seemed to do the trick. Cub opened his eyes and gazed up at the ceiling, confused.

"Hey there, Cubby," Tango said. "You okay? Do you remember where you are?"

Cub scrunched his face up as if he was trying to remember. "No. Nope. I dunno. Somewhere? I do remember- skulk, but-"

"Did you get possessed again, hey?" Tango said.

"Maybe, maybe. That does seem plausible. Where are we?" Cub said.

"You're at the entrance to the Black Mines. In the dungeon. Which you very much should not be in, my friend! Especially when the game isn't running!" Tango said.

"Oh, okay. Fair enough." Cub rubbed his face with his hands and started to sit up. Tango offered a hand, and Cub sat there, blinking in the low light, his head empty and confused. "S'pose we'd better get out of here, yeah?"

"When you're ready, there's no rush. The dungeon's closed for maintenance now anyway," Tango said.

"Hey, you got any food? God, I'm suddenly starving," Cub said.

"Yeah, sure, it's just pork chops though," Tango said, pulling them out of his inventory.

"It'll do," Cub said, taking the offered food.

-

Cub was sitting on Gem's bed in her vault in the hall. It was the, well. The most comfortable place Tango thought to take him once he was up and able to get out of there. He hadn't said much; Tango's assumption that this was post-possession by ... the Vex? the skulk? something else? ... seemed correct. Cub had no memory of getting to the dungeon, nor of what he'd been doing before that, which was a little concerning if Tango was being honest.

"You know it's been a week since I last saw you, right? You finished some runs and then just disappeared. I figured you were busy, and thought nothing of it. Turns out I should have kept a closer eye on you," Tango said. "After all, you swore to obey me, and this is what's happened. Was it the skulk again?"

Cub lowered his head. He looked at his hands. Had they always looked like that? Fingertips stained with skulk? Well, he assumed it was skulk. It could just be ink, too. But he didn't remember-

"Honestly I don't know what's been going on since the dungeon opened. The skulk have been- weird. But I don't really have any firm memories to back that up." Cub idly scratched the back of his head for lack of something to do.

"Well, just- I dunno. Stay close? Let me know if things start getting out of hand? Look, even I know it's weird on the lower floors with the skulk around, okay? It's weird. There's always this stupid whispering in my head and I hate it. I just don't want you losing yourself to the skulk, alright? Because I'm afraid you'll never come back if you do," Tango said.

"I won't, I won't, Tango, I promise," Cub said.

"Well, we'll see about that, won't we?" Tango said.

#hermitcraft #fanfic #decked out 2 #cubfan135 #tangotek #vex cub #skulk cub #vex tango #skulk tango #possession #amnesia #recovery #you better believe i'm doing cub's level three run next >:D

[van-yangyin]

TW tw: mental breakdown, tw: illness, it's abour our dog (Lea and me), just in case

A month and a few days ago I guess you have seen how I've done practically nothing on this blog, just writing challenges and little else. That's because some time ago Yuka, the puppy of our family (me and @lea-heartscxiv among them) didn't eat any fodder, and started scratching the wall with her mouth. At first we didn't take it as something so serious, in fact we thought it was the fodder, because she did eat the homemade food. But the night of the 6th to the 7th July, during the night she became very immobile and only breathed (although the first thing shouted was that she was dead, which was something quite shocking, before seeing her breathing) so we decided to take her to the vet, first we went to one and she told us that Yuka was anemic, that she ate very little and that lacked red blood cells, she needed a blood transfusion and they referred us to another vet. We went to the other vet and they did the same tests as at the other vet because the information they sent to them was insufficient and poorly done. They did an analysis and an ultrasound, in the analysis they found insufficient red blood cells as in the other vet and in the ultrasound they found that she has a fairly large tumor in the stomach which is what causes anemia, as the tumor causes the vitamins in the food to reject the vitamins provided.

The first operation is very expensive, of the three options we were given from $1600 to $2600 the most expensive (more or less) and it is also the first of many, not counting chemotherapies. It's a hereditary disease, she's 10 years old and her father died when he was 13 years old because of the same thing, so surely it was something that had to happen to her. In the end, much to our regret, we have decided not to operate her, because of the financial issue and because we don't want her to spend the last years of her life with operations and all that entails both physically and psychologically. This week until next week we're administering pills and liquids that protect her stomach so that she can eat again, the problem is that it's decisive that she eats, otherwise we will have to go back to the vet and see what we can do. And just today she doesn't want to eat anything and has vomited the pill along with the food we have given her. We have already had another dog with tumor in the past, in fact she had threetumors and died at the age of 15 without any operation, in fact she died because got lost and her condition when she was found was very weak (I was still a toddler). Although we know that every dog is different, when it has to happen it will happen and in the meantime she will be surrounded by lots of love and lots of cuddles, be it one, two, three, four, five years or whatever.

Lately that's why I haven't had the energy to sit down and start organizing posts of Custom Content to share. I've only been able to draw, write and create half-made custom content that isn't even well done, because of this lack of emotional energy.

I hope you can understand my situation. It's not that I'm leaving everything half done, it's just that my mental energy is only focused on Yuka, just like it's with Lea. We're starting again to publishing but for Costum Content part I don't want to share anything at the moment, because I can't do things in mood I'm in and then later regret what I've shared because I hated the final result.

I'm already starting to process everything that is going on and waiting for this week to see how everything progresses and if Yuka will finally eat or not, and get the energy she's missing. It's so heartbreaking to see how she wouldn't stand still before and now she's not even able to walk down a step from the door to go into the house. All she can do is just lie in the yard. But unlike the other day, now every time we go to her, she gets up and wags her tail, which was very difficult for her the pasts days.

#tw: mental breakdown #tw: illness #it's abour our dog (Lea and me) #non sims #although it's about it at the end #lea-heartscxiv #van-yangyin

[ssxbutterscotch]

Your loves my drug; E.M

Eddie munson x female reader

Word count: idk

I didn't proof read 💀

Warnings: drug use, smut, daddy kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, ect.

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You didn't want Eddie to have such a chokehold on you. You didn't want to be slumped over at you desk fantasizing over the freshly graduated drug dealer. But you just got so damn high with him.. to the point you couldn't tell if it was the hash or if it was him. His alluring lashes, and oh his pale, long ringed fingers. And the things he'd do to you with them...

You were desperate... and home alone for the week. One could only rationalize that this was the only humane idea. Which lead you to where you were now, withering and whining beneath eddie. Fucking. Munson.

You were bare naked on the silky lavender sheets that covered you four post bed, you hands running, scratch that, tugging on his long brown locks as his skill full mouth licked and lapped over your sensitive pussy, stopping his precise and calculated movements every so often to close his lips around your puffy clit and suck, for minutes on end, torturing you, the fun way ofc.

"Daddy, please fuck me-" your sentence was cut off as he inserted two of his long ass fingers into your cunt, curling them. Hitting thar oh so special spot.

"No, I don't think you deserve it. Calling me so fucking late at night. You dirty fuckin slut," he groaned as he felt your pussy tighten around his fingers, hissing at the feeling. He stopped. Moving away from you completely, shoving your panties back up your legs from your ankles.

"Eddie? What's wrong?" You asked desperately concerned. Did you piss him off? Was he teasing you? What the hell is going through his mind right now?

"Y/N.. come here." He spoke sitting in your wooden desk chair he had since moved against the floral wallpaper covered wall. You obliged, moving slowly towards him..nervously.

"Dont be scared lamb, I just wanna try somethin" he motioned for you to come closer with his hand before patting his lap.

You came to him and sat strattling his legs your feet resting of the cross Bara of the chair. He pulled his hair behin his shoulder and pointed to his neck with two of his fingers,"mark daddy baby. Just like I did to you.." He trailed off. So many thoughts rambled in your head you had no idea where this was going. But the thought of him..made you cream.

You inhaled deeply before kissing his neck, licking, nipping and sucking forming dark circles of love up his throat. Soft groans escaped his full pink lips. You could feel his hands groping your pillowy tits that hung bare near his chest. His fingers closed harshly around your left nipple, making you moan into the flesh of his neck.

He laughed,"aw poor baby can't take it can she," his hands moved from your nipples to your hips, he began rocking your hips back and forth against the denim tent that covered his visible hard on, "up" He said smacking a hand onto your clothed ass. You quietly got up and waited for further instruction.

You admired the tall nerdy man, as he undid his belt and striped to his boxers, and soon enough even those were gone. Eddie pumped his leaking member a few times before taking his seat back.

"Eddie, please...been so good.." you whined moving closer to him again, placing a hand on both of his shoulders. A hand came up to grip your face forcing you closer to him.

"Huh? Who the fuck is eddie? What's my name doll?"

"Daddy."

"Good girl." He said with a light tap to your face.

You teased his tip against your cunt before gently sliding him into you, a gasp leaving your mouth. He stretched you out. You gripped his shoulders as you started bouncing up and down on his dick, your wetness making it easier to take. When you found a rhythm you let every explicit, nasty word and thought leave your mouth.

"So fucking good daddy, gonna make me cum all over you.." you huffed out. You heard eddies's breathing become more ragged the faster you moved.

"Fuck baby you take me so well" He moaned, slapping your cutesy round ass as a hand came to your hips forcibly moving you, rocking your sex to his.

He didn't have anywhere to put his other hand. SO, logically he cupped one of your tits, pinching your sensitive nipples while putting the other inside his mouth.

You could feel you were close, you didn't know how much longer you could hold it in. 

"Daddy please let me cum, please I'm so closee" you begged on the sexy drug dealers hard cock, as rammed upward into you tight pussy, that clenched around his needy member.

"Me too baby, let it happen" He responded, breaking his lips grip around your other nipple, he sounded exhausted, you felt him twitch inside you. His pace quickened inside you. Your moans becoming louder and the chair rocking harder against the wall.

Keeping your pace, it only took a few more pumps to send you over the edge. "Fuck!" you screamed as you reached your climax, as he grunted his hips bucked finishing inside you.

You took a minute to xatch your breath falling forward resting your head on his shoulder. His calloused hand rubbing circles on your back, even still when you leaned up.

"Same time next week?" you asked with a dopy grin, reaching for the pre-roll and lighter that had since been left all alone on the desk to your left.

"Only if I get to take you on a date first" he responded moving your hair behind your ear.

"Fine" you huffed playfully, you leaned in giving him a quick peck on the lips, still naked, and flicking the lighter, taking a nice huff before passing it to Munson.

One date couldn't hurt, you thought.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #daddy!eddie #daddy kink eddie munson #stranger things

[this-is-krikkit]

Hey Sunshine 💜💜💜

As I didn't annoy you yet today, I'm here to:

1/ remind you that I exist & I can be a pain in the ass in case you forgot 😈

2/ request 13 "Don't move" for the Drabble Prompts post 📝

3/ send you a hug 🫂

See ya!

Mwah 😘

VV !! 😏😉 thank you for the request 🤗

1/ i can't forget that you exist, i love you too much for that ♥️♥️ and you're never annoying 😘

2/ i technically don't have to honor that promise since my choice lost, but i couldn't resist writing it down anyway… and I'd already used that line before you even sent in the ask, so it feels like the stars were aligned for me to post whatever the f this is!!

3/ hugging you right back ♥️🥰 and i really hope you like this!!

send me prompts and i'll write a drabble

lingua (ao3 link)

Tags: modern au, nsfw, nsfw use of piercings, afab levi ackerman, amab hange zoë, t4t, trans levihan, don't like don't read, he/him pronouns for Levi, she/her pronouns for Hange, porn with feelings, don't do this at home (no really don't you're supposed to wait longer)

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"Hey, pretty boy," Hange singsongs under her breath when she enters Levi's studio, the entire one room apartment bathed in a gorgeous sunset orange at this late hour of the day.

As she predicted, he's still out cold from his previous night shift as a nurse, and she hesitates as she closes the door as quietly as possible. It's hard not to feel guilty at the thought of waking him up, but she's got two major excuses she thinks will make it worth it.

The first one is silly, idiotic even, and if Levi doesn't approve, will turn into a total disaster of a surprise.

The second is slightly embarrassing. Hange's historical thesis has been keeping her way too busy lately, and both money and the ER team schedule have been so tight that Levi has needed to work double the usual amount of additional hours, which resulted in them not seeing each other for over a couple of weeks now. And okay, she's got that other trivial mission in mind for tonight, but if she's being honest, this kind of a gap between shared moments simply isn't something she can stand for a day longer. It has been eating away at her for a solid week now, and she realized today that she just missed him to fucking much not to cut her afternoon studying session short, promising herself to start earlier tomorrow morning, and sneak into Levi's apartment –using the key he'd pretended to have forgotten at her place, barely two months into their still blossoming relationship.

She takes off her shoes and jacket, throwing them on his beloved worn out leather chair in the corner of the room, easily dismissing the twinge of worry she'd felt about the earful she's definitely going to get for that later, before she goes to lie down next to him on his sofa bed. She lightly brushes the longest strands of his hair away from his eyes and looks down at his gorgeous, peacefully sleeping face, unable to resist kissing him lightly on the nose and chuckling when it crinkles in reply.

"The fuck you doing here, Four-eyes?" he asks without opening his eyes, voice barely audible through its sleepy grogginess.

He sounds as angry and grumpy as he always would to a stranger's ear, but his arms wrap around her body and drag her on top of him anyway, his hands traveling up and down her back and lightly scratching along her spine like he knows she loves.

"Couldn't stand to be cooped up in my cave like a hermit anymore, so I decided to escape and come see my boyfriend," she replies, only pecking his lips once before sliding down to kiss her way to his neck.

She pauses there, inhaling his usual comforting scent and losing herself in the enticing warm drowsiness he's cocooned into and almost deciding to fall asleep here and there -when did she sleep last, again, anyway? she can't recall- but she's got something to do, so she tears herself away from this heavenly spot and drops kisses downards until she reaches the years old scars on his chest.

"Tch, I was sleeping. So annoying," Levi complains, even as his hips immediately roll and start seeking friction against Hange's body.

But she's got a plan, a serious plan to surprise him with that new piercing she's so psyched over, and not even her growing arousal will deter her from it, she mentally scolds herself -no matter how uncomfortable her jeans are starting to feel and how much parts of her are begging her to respond to his movements right now.

"Is this annoying?" she asks, wrapping her lips around one of his nipple and only letting the tip of her tongue wet it, before moving to play with the other one the exact same way.

"Yes, it is," Levi speaks up, sounding much more awake now, glaring down at her. "You know how much I hate it when you tease.”

Hange's brain comes up with a dozen counterexamples to that statement, but she lets it slide.

"Relax, babe," she chuckles, leaving another trail of kisses down his belly, "I've got a surprise for you."

She hooks her fingers in his underwear's elastic and slides it down his legs when he obediently lifts his hips up to help her out. She takes a moment to allow her hands to roam back up his limbs, marveling at the powerful muscles she can feel right under his skin.

"I don't like surprises," he lies again, just as Hange finally settles between his thighs, her short nails still digging into the skin of his hips as her mouth hovers over him.

"Oh, you don't?" she asks, faking surprise and feigning to go and unhook one of his legs like she's about to get away. "Never mind then, I'll go–

"Don't move," he warns, using the force of his legs to push on her back and keep her where she is.

Hange grins at the lust in his voice and lowers her face enough that her mouth can part his lower lips gently, and a low moan escapes her through the intimate kiss when she realizes how wet he is already.

"Damn, what were you dreaming about that got you so worked up?" she wonders against him.

She's not even really asking, not when he's already panting and he somehow tastes even better than she recalled, not when she has to stop herself from ruining her big reveal by eating him out like he deserves right now, by drinking every drop of fluid his body can produce to quench her thirst and make him writhe some more beneath her newly accessorized tongue.

"You, actually," Levi confesses, sounding almost as shy as he does out of breath.

He's staring straight down and into her eyes as he says it though, looking both terrified and determined to get his point across, and Hange really doesn't know how she manages to hold back when he's pulling this brutal honesty barely hiding a mountain of vulnerability act on her -the very one she knows is too soon to reveal how it makes her heart hammer in her chest every single time she witnesses it.

Still, she somehow succeeds in reigning it in, only swallowing thickly before she replies.

"Ha! Never heard you admit that before," she half jokes.

And it's not actually untrue. She knows the physical effect she has on him, she's seen, felt and tasted it before, but Levi's hasn't been very vocal about this stuff so far –not unless they're in the middle of it and his brain gets foggy enough that he starts blabbering barely audible affectionate words to her she thinks she'll never get enough of. He's an action over words guy, much better at conveying how much he likes the way she's now slowly pushing the tip of her tongue in and out of him by threading his fingers through her hair and pulling her even closer, much more comfortable with tilting his hips towards her to try and get more of the contact he so desperately craves right now than by begging out loud for it.

"So, that's the big –fuck– surprise?" he asks between moans he can't keep in, "you driving me mad by edging me like this for hours? Cause that's hardly fucking surpri–

Hange opens her mouth wider and, before he finishes his sentence and her nerves get the better of her, lets the flat of her tongue and the hard metal of her now thirteen days old piercing come in contact with Levi's clit, lightly but firmly stroking it.

Levi startles and yelps at the unusual feeling, tugging at her hair in shock, but Hange's hands settle his hips back down before he can move again.

"Easy, easy," she chuckles, and lifts her head up high enough to proudly show him her new toy. "That's the surprise! You like?"

He freezes on the spot and stares down at her in silence, mouth agape and eyes open wide, and some of her confidence starts to wear off.

"You don't?” she asks instead, much less enthusiastic suddenly. “Shit. I'm sorry I scared you. You know how long I've wanted one of these, and I just thought this would be a funny way to show–

"You lied,” he cuts off her nervous rambling, frowning though his hand is now rubbing at her scalp gently where he pulled a little too hard before.

"What? How?”

“I'm obviously not the only reason you got out of your dorm in the last two weeks," he accuses, with a pout she almost can't tell is fake.

But there's a playful glint to his eyes that she's getting more and more familiar with as she spends more time with this relaxed, open side of him she loves so much, and she decides to mess with him right back.

"Who says I didn't do it myself?" she teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

His entire demeanor changes then, so fast she startles when he sits up and angles her head higher and away from where he needs her the most. He takes a deep breath and settles his free hand on her jaw to keep her mouth open, carefully studying the piece of jewelry.

"Hange Natsu Zoë, for the sake of your immune system and my sanity,” he starts as he looks back up and into her eyes, “you better swear to me that you did not pierce your own fucking tongue."

Hange barks out a laugh at the seriousness in his tone, shaking her head free and pushing him hard enough that he lies back down.

"Truth be told, I watched a couple of Youtube tutorials on the topic," she admits when she's back into position, gently and effortlessly sliding two of her fingers into him, relishing in the shiver she can feel spreading through his body at the smooth intrusion -and how well it works to make him forget whatever he was going to retort in reply. "But it didn't seem worth the risk to end up in the ER while you were on triage duty."

Levi clicks his tongue at her, but it turns into a hiss when she puts her lips over his clit and lightly sucks on it, twirling her piercing around it once it's trapped inside her mouth.

She releases it right when she can tell Levi was nearing his peak, and wordlessly apologizes by hooking and thrusting her fingers faster and faster in and out of him. She alternates between rubbing either the metal piercing and the muscle of her tongue on him, careful not too put too much pressure as he tends to get sensitive.

But Levi doesn't seem to remember that, and he cants his hips closer to her mouth still, his powerful thighs squeezing her head between them, stronger and stronger as she quickens the pace, her mouth and hand working in tandem as she ignores the building pain in her jaw and the need to breathe.

He comes with a loud strangled cry that vaguely resembles her name, and she almost loses focus as she realizes that. She doesn't stop swirling her tongue over him, avoiding his clit and gathering every drop of wetness she can feel leaking out of him to drink it hungrily. Her fingers fight against his squeezing walls to keep pushing against that sweet spot inside of him, drawing out his orgasm and making his entire body shake as he rides the tide.

"Fucking hell," she hears him sigh when he finally releases the pressure around her head, his legs falling heavily on each side of her body onto the mattress.

Hange takes a deep breath in when she's free, wipes her nose, chin and fingers on the sheets and grins up at him and his blushed, fucked-out face. He lazily reaches down and she complies, dragging herself upwards until they're face to face.

He kisses her without needing to think about it like he used to in the early stages of their relationship. His tongue ventures into her mouth immediately, languidly exploring and eager to play with the new addition, and Hange regretfully parts from that exciting enthusiasm when he tugs a little too forcefully at it.

"Careful! It's still sensitive. This shit needs like two months to heal properly."

Levi frowns again at that, and Hange has to bite her lips to stop herself from commenting on just how adorable he looks, trying to look all strict and serious when half of his brain is clearly not completely functional yet.

“Were you even supposed to do that so soon?" he worries, cupping her face into his hands.

It's almost too gentle a moment to ruin it, but Hange's never been one to refuse that kind of a challenge.

“Was it that bad? You know, you have to tell me if you don't like–

The rest of her sentence is muffled behind the hand he's just shoved against her mouth to keep her quiet. She loses tracks of whatever she was going to say anyway when she looks down at him in forced silence, at his rosy cheeks and nose, at his parted lips, at his dilated pupils and the odd determination she can see growing in his eyes.

“I love it,” he whispers softer than she's ever heard him speak, not even glancing down at her mouth.

He removes his hand, thumb caressing her upper lip as he goes, and she feels herself mirroring the gorgeous, easy smile that show on his own face, unable to tell if she's more frustrated or exhilarated at that maybe hint that he could have been talking about something other than her oral skills.

#levihan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #hange zoë #levihan fanfiction #snk fanfiction #my stuff #mutuals #asks #youre ackermine #hange's piercings #squad denial #trans levihan #trans levi ackerman #trans hange zoë #t4t levihan

[tysonrunningfox]

Hello!

I wasn't sure from your post if you were soliciting prompt requests, but if you were, may I please request either 1. "I didn't know you wore glasses, and I'm thinking normal and platonic thoughts about you right now I swear," or 10. "I have never been this sick before I'm sorry did I, haha this is so weird, but did I confess my love for you? f- four times? yeah? haha oh" with Hiccstrid, because I'm a simple lady with a fierce devotion to that ship. Thank you for your consideration and sorry you've been dealing with writer's block!

So here's the first one. I also like the second, and am trying to get back into drabble brain so I hope I come back to it.

Also, this prompt struck me as needing to belong in my hencetoforth undiscussed art thief Hiccup AU, so this is that?

Send me prompts

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"I didn't know you wore glasses, and I'm thinking normal and platonic thoughts about you right now I swear."

It hasn’t been a secret that Astrid isn’t thrilled to work with Hiccup.  Not to the agency, after her near miss in Paris.  Not to Hiccup himself, after her continued attempts to turn him in on increasingly tiny scraps of evidence. 

No, it’s absolutely been a surprise that no one has pulled out handcuffs or a surprise escape. 

They’ve been working well, in a practical sense, as in they both have valuable intel at each of their carefully arranged meetings and they never ask where it came from.  But something had to give, eventually. 

“Sorry, Jetlag,” Hiccup says to cover a yawn, his voice a little lower in a distinctly sleepy way, “where did you get that information?” 

Then he pauses for her to answer, pushes his glasses up his nose and waits.  They’re not particularly stylish, blocky and black rimmed, obviously thick in a way that makes his eyes look bigger, greener between the bluish, exhausted tinge of his eyelids. 

Astrid can’t stop staring. 

Maybe it’s the vulnerability, the chink in the master thief armor, the humanity of it.  Maybe it’s just how his eyes look so big and green and his hair is flicking up above the arm of them where it meets the shell of his year makes him look huggable in a way she refuses to comment on. 

He looks like he’s warm. 

“Inspector Hofferson?”  He clears his throat, one eyebrow quirked above the thick rim of his glasses and she swallows hard. 

“Yes?” 

“Where did you get that information?”  He gestures to the grainy security camera pictures of the painting they’re after with a casual, long-fingered and freckled hand, and she blinks hard, clearing her throat. 

“I don’t believe we agreed on sharing sources, Mr. Haddock, if that’s changed—”

“No, no.”  He waves her off, scratching behind his ear, and his hair looks redder against the black of his glasses, glinting in the fluorescents.  “Just, I thought you might have shared the file on the server.  Again, jetlag.” 

He pushes his glasses up slightly onto his forehead to rub his eyes and she barely refrains from biting her lip. 

“Have you always worn glasses?”  She blurts out, which in the grand scheme of things is not the worst thing she could say. 

Hiccup pauses, readjusts the cursed frames on his face and smiles that lopsided smile that has always been infuriating in the past, when he was escaping her, but only looks soft now. 

“Since I was about six, I guess.  I got contacts as soon as I could, which wasn’t soon enough.  Are we here to go over my elementary school trauma or are we here to find the Night Fury?” 

He still has that singular way of referring to art like it matters that makes Astrid’s breath catch in her throat.  Like there’s something more than billionaire’s trading in status, like it still matters that at one point masters painted things with meaning.  And that’s why she’s here, working with him. 

It doesn’t matter how his glasses magnify his tired green eyes and somehow make his globetrotting look more sympathetic than glamorous. 

It doesn’t matter, and yet. 

“Of course.  Of course.”  She flips through her notebook, clicks between windows on her laptop. 

“What?” 

“I’m…” She clicks to the last few windows she has left, her expense spreadsheet and a comparison of best shoes to walk all day without breaking them in. 

“You’re what?”  He huffs, but it makes him paler, more stark behind the glasses, and his eyes are green, green, green.  Staring right through her in a way that she’s avoided previously so well that she got this job, which for the first time she recognizes is impossible. 

It’s the glasses, focusing that gaze.  Humanizing it.  Making the master thief into a tired, handsome guy who she’s unfortunately entwined with. 

“You look good,” she says, like an insult, even though it’s not.  “With the glasses. They look.  Your face…” She gestures, alarmingly like he’s rubbing off on her. 

He blinks, big green eyes magnified. 

She doesn’t like it.  Not at all. 

“Is that um.”  He clears his throat, adjusts his glasses again across the sharp bridge of his nose, “is that all?” 

“I still need to know you what you think of the pictures,” she forces her eyes to his, forces her mind to The Night Fury and where it might have ended up and what could happen if they don’t find it. 

Hiccup blinks at her and yawns, glasses rendering his sharp angles soft, all big green eyes and chapped pink lips, and she tries to keep a straight face. 

“Tomorrow?”  He asks, stretching like that helps anything, sweater that smells like airport and Hiccup riding up just enough to show that he’s not wearing a shirt underneath. 

“Sure!” She agrees too loudly, slamming her laptop shut.  “Tomorrow. That’s.  Great.  I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

She doesn’t look back, even though it makes her worry all night that he fell asleep on the table.  Glasses on. 

#httyd drabble #hiccstrid #modern au #hiccup art thief au

[lunarifie]

Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

Possession 3-4

The fact that Kais afraid of water while his sister is the elemental master of water is hilarious to me

Stiix is actually such a fascinating place in itself

Ninjago is legitimately good at world building Ill give it that

Why are they talking to this ronin guy as if he's an old enemy I have never seen him before

Ronin (talking about money): two hundred

Cole: what if we told you all of ninjago depended on the scroll of spinjitzu

Ronin: Well that changes everything!

Ronin: Four hundred.

Hes so funny but wiki says he sold Zane to chen so im a bit on the edge. He’s gonna have to do something redeeming for me to like him

Nyas training!!!!

I kinda like Wus depiction of water

Omg i remember finding it so cool and majestic when Wu summoned his dragon

Nya: you never told us you could do that

Wu: A sensei never tells.

Me (looks back at all the episodes I just watched): Obviously.

Wonder if Nya ever wanted to be the water ninja

If Wu KNEW that the ghosts were defeated by water why didnt he tell the ninja.

Cole, Jay, and Kai working as Zanes their cheerleader is so funny to me

Jay: his voice is on the fritz, i can fix it but it’ll take some time.

I miss techy Jay

Why is everyone except Cole being leader. Wasnt Cole originally the leader-like person in the team?

Jay: I say we dont need the scroll… because we’re gonna steal it. 😈

Ik i said this in my last post but

Jay, have. You. Been. To. Jail.

Nickname 1: mush mouth (zane)

Ik Lloyds fighting Morros possession but i wonder HOW

is it like a mental battle or is he pulling at the chains that restrain him in his mind

Either way thats traumatic

Nyas character has such depth that I wanna write a paragraph on her.

Her weakness being ‘feeling weak’

I just love her character sm

Her angers not misplaced though, if I was told I had to stop doing what im good at, and start doing something that im having difficulty with from scratch. To save my friends nonetheless.

I would go insane

They go so in-depth with Nyas character and symbolism in this episode that I cant help but appreciate it

Jay, (looking intently at the vase where the scroll is hidden in): ….

Jay (picks up the vase and looks under it): leave no stone unturned.

Hes such an idiot

Its so funny that morro waited, assuming the ninja would find the scroll for him and then just jumped out and fought them bc he didnt bet on their incompetence 💀

Okay but WHY is ronin introduced as such a ‘familiar’ character. Like his ship for example. Why are we acting like weve seen it before whats going on.

Why did Jay fall through the same womans roof twice 😭

Omgggg the same thing that happened to Lloyd where ‘everyone stays behind due to some circumstances leaving one character to fight by himself’ is happening to Kai!

Ronins such a dick

He was gonna leave Kai to DIE unless he paid up thats so shitty

Oh riiiight. Ronin starts working at steep wisdom. Forgot about that.

...

Ik yangs temple and ik exactly what's gonna happen

Coles in charge :D

Why didn't they just enter Yangs temple in the daytime? I mean thatd be a long time until sunrise, so no one turns into a ghost!

Jay and Cole (trying to break open the wooden boards on the window)

Zane and Kai (opens the front door.)

Jay and Cole: 😮

Fhjebtjdbrjsbf

Cole: didnt you hear! We have to leave before sunrise unless we turn into ghosts! God i hate ghosts. They’re terrifying.

Why did it have to be Cole 😭 it couldnt have been any other ninja

Jay loving ghost stories/true crime and getting excited over it while Coles hates it is a dynamic i need in my life

okay yeah the ninja are being mean by pranking Cole like that, but theyre right his scream was really funny 💀

Gonna do that drawing trend and draw the ninja in the haunted house poses

You know what im talking about.

Why does yangs flying swords look exactly like Kais golden weapon

(Swords and knives flying in all directions)

Jay: does this mean he wont teach us airjitzu 😀

Cole: ow my ear!

What ear.

God i wish the best for teenagers who broke into the haunted temple at night and had to experience THAT

Ronin: I dont knooow, wus my partner, i cant go behind his back.

Nya: (whips out a bag of coins)

Ronin: I can get you out of here tomorrow at noon.

Zane: EVERYONE. GET A HOLD OF YOURSELVES. EVEN IF MY VOICE WASNT STUCK. ID STILL BE YELLING AT THIS VOICE DECIBEL.

HFNSJFNSJR

(The temple starts flooding)

Cole: Why. Did you touch the scary painting JAY.

Jay: I didnt know it would do that COLE.

KAI LET GO OF THE DOOR YOURE GONNA DROWN

Ohhh so theyre facing their fears

Ok but how did Morro know about Nyas samurai cave can he see into Lloyds memories?

You really didnt think this through huh Nya, including the fact that Wu quite literally told you only water can stop the ghosts

Morro: BOO

he did the, he did the thing!!!!!!

At least she understands now :)

(The ninja tying each other by a rope so they cant lose each other)

Ah yes, this is brilliant, i do not foresee any consequences coming from these action.

Damn.

They really went straight to ‘the Morro fear/illusion’

I wanted to see Zane and Jays fears :(((

I need a fanfic asap where the ninja face their individual fears in yangs temple but its their fears on a deeper level. And they help each other out and stuff.

I dont wanna do a whole character analysis rn, but if someone else wants to write it tag meeee plsss

Yangs probably cackling as these fools stumble over each other

Zane: WHY DID WE TYE OURSELVES TOGETHER

YOU TELL ME.

This is it.

COLE SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR THE SCROLL.

And it begins, his ghost arc.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #Rewatching Ninjago

[joanquill]

Interconnected

Living in London as a poor woman doesn't really give you a lot of opportunities in life. One thing you didn't expect was to almost make two men go to jail for your crimes.

Sherlock Holmes

Tag/s: Fem!Pickpocket!Reader

"What the..." Sherlock muttered, seeing the whole Scotland Yard in front of their flat as John stopped behind him.

"Why are they...?" John muttered, just as confused.

"Holmes, Doctor Watson," Lestrade politely greeted as Gregson chuckled pompously.

"I assume you lot aren't here just for afternoon tea?" Sherlock quipped, his eyes scanning through the crowd.

"Afraid not,  great detective... " Gregson sneered, spinning a pair of handcuffs on his index finger.

"We would like to have a word with you both,"

"...You think we stole evidence? From a case, we helped you solve?" John questioned as he, Sherlock, Lestrade, and Gregson sat down with tea.

"Unfortunately, you two are the prime suspects seeing how you two were the ones who were bringing them back,"

"And Lady Wright confirmed that she is missing a couple of rings and necklaces,"

"And what are two men going to do with those?"

"Perhaps sell it to your landlady?" Gregson mused, earning a glare from Miss Hudson in the kitchen.

"I'm telling you, we didn't steal them." Sherlock rubbed his head in irritation as he glanced over at Gregson, "Give me a day, and I'll save you the embarrassment and find the real culprit,"

Gregson's eyes widened as he gritted his teeth, slamming his hands on the table.

"You intolerable-!"

"-Gregson!" Lestrade warned, pulling him back with a warning glare.

He let out a sigh as he looked back at Sherlock.

"Twenty-four hours, that's all you get,"

"And you're sure you gave it all to the Yard right here?" Sherlock asked John as they retraced their steps.

"Positive. I made sure of it,"

Sherlock looked around as his eyes caught the street sign saying Periculum St.

"Where were you keeping it?"

"I kept it all inside this..." John answered as he showed a torn bag, "...pouch,"

"Ah..." Sherlock mused, "...That would explain things,"

"I-I don't know when-"

"-Don't worry. It's not the first time someone got pickpocketed in this corner," Sherlock reassured, pointing at the street post.

"Most of the thefts the Yard's working on occurred around here,"

"How would you know that?"

"I got bored while waiting for you and Lestrade back at the station, so I did some light reading," Sherlock vaguely answered as he continued to look around the block.

As he wandered, he noticed an abandoned building nearby, a clothes wire hanging inside.

"Something caught your eye?" John asked, leaning to the side as he tried to see the plaque.

"You could say that," Sherlock muttered, scratching his neck.

"Either way, let's head back," Sherlock sighed, walking back home.

"I have an idea,"

"This better be good, Holmes!" Wiggins grumbled, the other Irregulars right behind him.

"Yes, yes... Thank you for coming at such short notice," Sherlock sarcastically smiled, making Wiggins huff.

"I need you to keep an eye on a building at Periculum Street," Sherlock instructed, writing on a piece of paper and giving it to Wiggins.

"The moment someone goes inside, let me know,"

Wiggins begrudgingly took it as the Irregulars looked over his shoulder.

"Hey... Isn't this-"

Reed quickly covers Yuri's mouth, placing an index finger on his lips.

Sherlock raised a brow as he looked at the boys, who avoided his gaze.

"Why do you need it?" Wiggins answered, looking up at Sherlock.

"A certain someone stole something from us, and we need them back," Sherlock vaguely answered, looking over the group.

"Think you can handle the job?"

"Of course!" Wiggins waved off nonchalantly, pocketing the paper.

"We'll let you know as soon as we see someone,"

"...And what are we doing here?" John asked, sighing at Sherlock as the two men stayed inside the carriage.

"Just wanted to make sure of something," Sherlock answered, keeping his eyes at the front of the abandoned building.

John raised a brow as he moved closer to the window, seeing a woman walking up to the door.

As she dug around her bag, Wiggins started running up to her.

"Wha-!" Sherlock quickly covered John's mouth.

"Quiet," Sherlock hushed, keeping his eyes on the two.

"(Y/N)!" Wiggins waved his hand, catching the woman's attention as he started talking, confirming Sherlock's suspicions.

"Let's go," he whispered, letting go of John as they walked out of the carriage.

"You'll let me know as soon as you see someone, hm?" Sherlock mused, walking up to Wiggins and the woman.

"Wait, let me explain!" Wiggins defended, walking up in front of you.

"Look, she still has what you need, so can't you just let her go?" Wiggins asked as you threw your bag to John, who clumsily caught it.

"...Sorry about that," you muttered, keeping your eyes on the floor.

Sherlock raised a brow as he scanned you from head to toe.

"...But that isn't the only thing you stole, right?" Sherlock questioned, making you look up with wide eyes.

"You've been stealing from people for a couple of months now in this very corner," he accused, making you tighten your jaw.

"It's not like I have options, now do I?" you answered, furrowing your brows.

"(Y/N)..." Wiggins warned, making you turn away.

"...I only did it to feed the boys and me,"

Sherlock's eyes widened as he looked back at John, who was as surprised as he was.

"You're their guardian?"

"(Y/N) took us in back when we were little," Wiggins answered, "If it weren't for her... I wouldn't know what would happen to us," he grumbled, hanging his head low.

Sherlock sighed as he looked back at John, who seemed to have the same idea.

"All right... I think we can work something out,"

"And you just found this lying on the sidewalk?"

"Yep, pretty much," Sherlock deadpanned as Gregson scowled at him.

"Do you really believe him?" Gregson whispered to Lestrade, who let out a sigh.

"We got the jewelry back. That's what's important," Lestrade insisted, much to Gregson's dismay.

"Thank you, Holmes," he smiled at Sherlock as the Yard went their way.

"Is this fine?" John whispered, following Sherlock back to the flat.

"It's fine... Everything got resolved in the end," Sherlock reassured as he opened the door, seeing you and Miss Hudson having tea.

"Ah! Welcome home," Miss Hudson greeted, putting down her cup as you dropped yours into its saucer, making it spill.

"(Y/N)!" Miss Hudson gasped, quickly wiping out the tea as you stood up.

"S-Sorry," you muttered, helping her clean up.

"W-Who's your visitor, Miss Hudson?" John asked, trying to clear the air.

"Oh, this is (Y/N) (L/N)!" Miss Hudson introduced you, "She's an old friend of mine, and she's staying here for a couple of days,"

"Wha-" you quickly turned to Miss Hudson, "I didn't agree on-"

"-And let you stay at that grimy old place?"

You opened your mouth to retort but thought of nothing and huffed in defeat.

"An old friend, huh?" Sherlock muttered, looking at you while you keep your focus on rubbing the stains out of your dress.

"Yep, so you two behave," Miss Hudson warned, looking straight at the Sherlock and John, "Got it?"

"G-Got it..."

Sherlock internally sighed as he looked at you, just as distressed as he is.

You secretly glanced at the two men, awkwardness in your movements as you recalled your past encounter.

'How troublesome...'  you both thought, turning away from each other.

#yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #ynm sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock x reader

[redak-ted]

incorrect quotes for my tmnt au/iteration (pinned post)

[they're all adults btw]

Leona: We have a problem. Micheal: Let me guess, you caused it? April: Gimme a sec, I'm not drunk enough to listen to this yet. Casey: And it's another Tuesday, your point? Raph: Would shooting you solve this problem ? No ? Then shut up. Dee: If you're mean the fire, that's our solution to last week's problem.

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Raph: If you got arrested what would be the charges? April: Theft. Casey: Disturbing the peace. Dee: Aggravated assault. Leona: Arson. Micheal: All of the above.In that order, probably.

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Leona: Hello! Raph: Hihiiiiii! Dee: Greetings, Humans. April: Three kinds of people. Micheal: I want pudding. Leona: Four kinds of people. Casey: WHAT'S UP FUCKERS? April: Five kinds of people.

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Leona: We're kind of missing something guys. Casey: Cohesion? Dee: Teamwork? Raph: A general sense of what we're doing? April: And Micheal is not here. Casey: Oh, and that, yeah.

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Leona: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something? Raph: Nope, absolutely not. Micheal: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through. Dee: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life. April: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you. Casey: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

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The squad is over at Leona's house Raph: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven? Leona: … N-No… Leona, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have??? Raph, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought! Micheal: I see a- Leona, motioning to one device: This is a microwave. Raph: Oh, well I- Leona: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- fiddles with the buttons on the microwave Leona, amazed: Its got a bake setting! Dee: Ohoho, you learn something new every day! April: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first? Leona: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin! Leona: I am someone who owns four ovens… Leona, louder and way too happy: I am someone… who owns FOUR OVENS… Leona: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens… Casey, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven! Leona: Raph: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens! Leona: Leona, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

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Leona: dies April: Timer starts now! When are they coming back? I say two months! Raph: Bullshit. One month. Dee: Nah, half a month. Micheal, sobbing: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PERSON A JUST DIED! Casey, scratching chin in thought: One week.

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At a dinner party, the guests converse while the host is away Raph: So how do you know the host? Leona: They were a former vegan, and they bought milk. Dee: That BITCH! Casey: I pulled them over for money laundering. April: I'm chaperoning their dinner party. Micheal: They stole a baconator! Dee: That BITCH! Raph: I tanked the store they were managing and they convinced me to quit from one of the only jobs I've ever had. Now I'm living off of unemployment checks and fear!

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Leona: Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat Raph: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I'd have 15 cents Leona: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you Micheal: Actually I did the math, Raph would have $225, not $0.15. Raph: Fam I'm right here…. Dee: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :) Leona: while you're there could you buy me an apply juice please? Dee: Sorry I only have a dollar Leona: :( Micheal: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Raph would have $22, 500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent Dee: If I had $22, 500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice Micheal: You can buy anything you want with $22, 500 April: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice Micheal: Apply juice to what Casey: Directly to the forehead Raph: Great chat everyone

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Leona, rubbing their temples: I am not proud of what I am about to say, but someone get me a cigarrette. April: But Leona, we don't smoke. Leona: Cut the crap, April. I'm not an idiot. I know that one in five people smoke. Leona: points at Casey One! points at Raph Two! points at Micheal Three! points at Dee Four! points at April Five! Leona: Now, I am going to close my eyes, and when I open them, there better be a cigarrette between these two fingers! Dee: puts a cigarrette in Leona's hand Leona: Thank you. …Light? The Squad: all simultaneously pull out lighters

[sebsxphia]

Heres a few different points (in order);

1) “Sorry,” her eyes flit to her mother, expecting to be scolded but Penny is simply watching her with amusement in her eyes, “but it’s true.” Leaning forward in her chair, Amelia places her head in her palm as her eyes flit between you and the aviators on the beach. “Look, I know I’m only a teenger and I know nothing about relationship and being in love and all that adult stuff” at the words ‘adult stuff’ she uses air quotes that makes you let out a small chuckle, “but Rooster looks at you the same way Mav looks at Mom, and from the photos I’ve seen the way Goose looked at your aunt Carole.”  

2) If you thought you missed Bradley, he missed you just as much if not more and had spent so many sleepless nights searching you up on social media and google to keep up with your life and see how you were doing. When he was at basic, he tried to write letters, something that he could send you to let you know he was still thinking about you but he couldn’t get the words out. Couldn’t articulate just how much he missed you without it sounding far too much like ‘I love you’ and that was not something he wanted to tell you in a letter, that was something he needed to say in person, so he sent nothing instead.

3) You were happy to find all the quirks and mannerisms you had memorised still existed, like the way his lip upturned when he was scheming or the how he fiddled with his dog tags when he was nervous or thinking (when you were young he would always fiddle with his dads), turning the metal over his fingers again and again, or how when he was lying he would scratch behind his right ear and his eyebrow would twitch slightly (honestly, it was such a small reaction that most people didn't notice it) everything about him so familiar and it was welcome because it meant he was still your Bradley even after all this time.

4) This was no different, his heart was hammering in his chest as if it was trying to break through his ribs and throw itself directly into your hands, and his hands felt damp to his touch as he clasped them together in front of him to stop him fidgeting.

Callies eyes softened as she watched one of her best friends and she smiled, it was obvious from the very first day that you were Roosters girl to the point that even Hangman was leaving you alone not wanting to incur the wrath of a love sick Rooster, but now watching him Callie could see it was so much more than just an infatuation but was pure, deep love, one not everybody got to experience and those who did were lucky too. “She’s beautiful Bradley.”

Also; now at 10k and still no kiss

IM GOING TO SCREAM

WAIT

I AM SCREAMING

from these four points alone i’m absolutely flawed by this and so heavily invested already oh my god!!!!!! the slow pining, the noticing bradley’s little quirks, bradley being so in love with you that he doesn’t know what to do with himself or even how to talk to you!!!!!

please, please let me know if you post it, i would absolutely adore to read more!! this is incredible!! 💌🫶🏼💖

#💌you’ve got mail #bradley rooster bradshaw #fic recs #<- i know its not a fic but i just!!!! oh my god!!!!

[a-regular-ol-pill]

Okay so I can't fucking move on from what Tumblr did 'nd I'm try'na see if Tumblr will eat this one up. This is my very long shitpost of MHA, when my writing was quite dogshit and I couldn't control my hormones. 13k words of absolute shit. Oh yeah, I self-inserted myself as well. Let's see if Tumblr will post this.

I purred silently as I used my cat form to walk around the school campus. My rebellious body decided to wake up early, and here I was. Waiting for the school bell and acting as a cat to trick people into petting me. I set my eyes on my homeroom teacher, Eraserhead, and casually jumped onto the window. Then down to his desk. He looked fairly surprised, I was disappointed with that and licked my paw.

He continued his work, but suddenly stopped once I stretched and laid down. The cold table felt so good, and I closed my eyes. Wagging my tail eagerly. To my surprise, I felt his oddly smooth hand rub my head, and I purred, opening one eye to catch him smiling. I leaned my chin up as he started rubbing my neck. But I had to jump away and hiss at Midnight.

Where did she come from? I didn't feel anything when Eraserhead was petting me! "You poor thing, I'm so sorry for startling you. You just looked so adorable!" She cooed, ringing my collar, I relax and lean againts her as she took me in her arms. "Don't victim the cat with your dress-up's, Midnight." Dress-up's? The hell was he talking about?

"Don't worry. I won't. This little fellow's fur is just the softest thing! Kioshi am I right?" She cooed again, nuzzling my note and making me sneeze from her perfume. It smelled awful. But that made her squeal and coo even more. I got away from her hold and trudged inside the school, hearing her say goodbye while I skipped towards the railings. I remember crossing out my quirk in the stack of papers and grinned. I loved how my quirk benefits me a lot.

I knew they've watched me in the entrance exam. But it was only half of my true form. They couldn't realize it was me. They'd think my quirk was related to a feline species and just ignore the scratch marks on my quirk section. I notice a lot of curious glances at me from the third years, but I brushed them off and let my tail curl as I reached the front of my classroom. I laid down on the railing and took a nice, long nap.

Well, not really long. Since after a few minutes that I closed my eyes, I heard a loud squeal, then felt myself being picked up from the railing. I hissed and squirmed, but paused once seeing who the person was. It was the acid girl that I saw in the entrance exam.. "Awww, you're so cute! Ki-oshi..? Your fur is so soft, can I keep you?!" She squealed, hugging me tightly and jumping up and down. I felt dizzy, and jumped out of her grasp.

Licking myself right after to get her scent off me. I didn't like anything strawberry related.. "Aww, c'mon. I'm sorry I scared you!" She exclaimed. Leaning close to me and tapping my nose. I sneezed and jumped up the railing. Noticing how she was laying down and not caring if her uniform was wrinkled or not. I debated or not whether to show my true form or not, but didn't once I realized how she'll freak out.

Who knows what she'll make me do out of her imagination.

Just then, I saw a familiar face and purred to catch his attention. Ojiro didn't notice it at first, but when he felt two eyes on him. He turned and smiled at our direction. He recognized who I was, and called out my name but nothing more. The girl turned back to me, rung my collar and pet me one last time before skipping away with a purple haired girl glancing at my direction. I licked my paw, but laid back down again.

I was able to sleep, and woke up just a few more minutes before the bell could ring. I jumped down and used my four legs to go to the boys bathroom and turn back to my form. I went back, stopped after I saw three people outside, and went in after they did. Eraserhead looked at me blankly and sighed.

"Your sister?" He asked. I took out a blood bag and opened it. There came my sister, she looked surprised and greeted the teacher immediately. "Good, go into your seats. I do not want what you did earlier to happen again. Do you understand, Kioshi?" Nevermind. I wasn't as slick as I thought. Thea looked at me and gave me a look. "Yes teacher." I answered. Me and my sister got seats next to each other while I gave her, her bag.

She created a blood template of a thank you while we turned to listen to Eraserhead. I only got dizzy at what he said. We'll get expelled on the first day? Seriously? Thea gave me a look and we went to the lockers to change into our gym outfits. "You did it again, did you?" Ojiro whispered once I put on the shirts. I nodded and purred once he rubbed my head. "Couldn't fool them. I think they study the student ID's before the principal turns them into copies." I added.

Suddenly, a yellow haired student went over and asked; "What did you do? I'm kind of curious, you just look like a normal guy. Your sister too!" He asked, I noticed that when he looked at me and my sister up and down. Kind of rude, considering the fact that he looked like Pikachu. "He- kind of- sort of.. broke into the teacher's office."

His jaw dropped, and Ojiro facepalmed. "Let's just go, Kioshi." Ojiro dragged me away while I gently meowed in disappointment. He sighed as we reached the backdoor area. "Don't use that againts me... you know I can't resist." He whispered. I laughed softly and nodded, turning around and waving my sister over. She looked happy to see Ojiro, and hugged him. They said their greetings and chatted, until Eraserhead catched our attentions.

I remembered my collar and smiled once Thea handed it to me. The quirk apprehension was alright. That was, until he made us give examples to the long distance throwing exercise. First is was a kid who scored highest on the entrance exam. And the next was the... sixth if I could recall correctly. But then, lastly and out of the blue. He called for me and Thea.

We sheepishly walk over to him, my collar ringing softly as we did. All the class' eyes were on us as Eraserhead handed my sister the ball. She looked hesitant but went to the circle, and used a blood catapult replica on her hand to throw the thing. She reached a good 762.3 and ran over to me crying right after. Eraserhead gave me a knowing look, but when I just comforted my sister, he sighed in annoyance.

"You twins are gonna make me have a headache." He mumbled out, taking something from the weapon around his neck. "Why did you choose us, then?" She asked. He pointed to the camera near the field and showed me a laser. I perked up as Thea pulled away from me. "Your dad wanted to see how his twins were doing." He turned on the laser and I perked up again. Thea nudged me and tried to make me look away, but I couldn't.

Not when he pointed the red light on the floor. I reacted on instinct and jumped on the thing, being disappointed when I didn't catch it, but following it to the circle. My other form already showing once Eraserhead threw the ball over to me and turned off the light. I sat down, purring in defeat and not really caring about the class finding out because of how upset I was.

He sighed, turned on the light as a small droplet of blood rung my collar. I chased the light for a few more minutes until I went back and felt motivated to throw the ball. My tail wagged eagerly while he started a countdown for me. My ear twitched at a small squeak, then I used my claws to propel the ball. Hard. I wagged my tail right after and looked at Eraserhead expectantly. Thea gave me a ball with a bell inside. And I ran to her side to play with it. Sitting on the dirt while doing so.

I felt embarrassed, but my instinct didn't register it for me because I was allured by the ball. I kept playing with it until I heard my score, and snapped back into reality. "875.1. But you still couldn't help yourself with basic cat toys." He said, I stood up, brushed myself off and awkwardly gave him back the ball. I wagged my tail and kept my form until the end.

Eraserhead told us that he lied about expelling us, but when me and my sister shared a look. We knew it wasn't the case. I went to visit my dad and peaked in from his classroom in my cat form. He saw me, picked me up and put me on his head. I stayed there until the bell rung, and a few students came to look at me and ask if he owns me. Of course, he said yes and put me down after all of them left.

I sat in his desk and purred once he pet me. "There you are, kid. Where's your sister? I bet both of you did so good at the test!" He asked. I went to the floor and turned back into my other form. "She's at the clsssroom, and we did alright. Great, even! Mr. Aizawa was being hard on us. As usual, but for some reason. He didn't expel anyone." I said, blinking once his smile grew. "Ah, well, you should take your lunch. Make some more friends other than Ojiro! Okay?" He kissed my forehead. "Love you."

"I will, thanks dad. I love you too."

Right on cue, a trail of blood suddenly dragged me by my tail, and I hissed and cried out in pain. Glaring at my sister who bursted out laughing, thankfully we were in a secluded hallway. So no one knew what was happening. "Dad said to make friends. Not do this thing to me in the hallway. Let go of my tail!" I exclaimed, landing on my legs once she did. "Why though? Did he said anything specific to us making friends?" She asked.

I shook my head and turned back to my human form. "He said to make friends other than Ojiro. He wants to help us adjust being in school again." I shrugged. She huffed in annoyance and I sniffed her scent. "Can I-." ; "Hell no! You're not grooming me in school." She cut me off humorously. Storming off as I slumped my shoulders, then jiggled my collar, following her to the cafeteria and meowing to her when she started ignoring me.

Sometimes, I wonder how she can ignore my tempting meows. No one ignored it instead of her. I kept trying to get her attention and finally just turned into a cat and meowed loudly. I could tell she was gonna lose her shit, and in a 'I'm gonna fucking cuddle this bitch' way. I kept trying to get her attention, and she finally snapped. Taking me into her arms and squeezing the life out of me. I wheezed and jumped away from her.

But the look she gave me made me jump. I ran away from her and jumped onto the ceiling, hissing when she tried to climb up. Forgetting that she could've used her quirk to catch me. "Come back down you cat! I need to squeeze you!" She shouted, catching the attention of the person with the legs quirk from our classroom. "You're disturbing the poor cat! This is mental abuse for the animal!" He exclaimed. But she just elbowed him and tried to reach me, but I jumped onto the guy's head.

"You little!" She shouted, the guy took off and ran with me. I laid on his head nonchalantly while he did my work for me. Chasing my sister away and putting me down in a small bathroom. "You're safe now. How'd you even get into school grounds?" He cooed, rubbing my fur and jiggling my collar. Then he read my name. I meowed in victory and turned into my human form, shyly laughing once his eyes widened from surprise.

"I'm... a cat. Y'know? I got so needy for her attention and made her chase me around for fun." I slurred, noticing him cover his face and slump his shoulders. I started to panic and tried to ease away the depressing aura he was giving off. I became braindead and ended up using my tail to try and soothe his nerves. Luckily, it worked, but unfortunately. Someone went inside the bathroom, took a good long look at us before running away.

Sure enough, my sister came in, pulled me by my cat ears and dragged me away. I thrashed, and hissed, but was powerless againts her pulling my ear. I kept my tail low and meowed againts her after she made me sit down. My tail felt uncomfortable when I didn't take my time sitting properly. She's torturing me, basically. I wagged my tail in annoyance when she used her quirk to keep it there. I kept whining and meowing to get her quirk away, catching other students attention. Much to my self confidence.

I eventually slumped my shoulders and swayed my tail to calm myself down. I sniffed out the scent of my sister's food and perked up. I looked at her with eyes that can be described as adorable and meowed.

When she ignored me, I wagged my tail even more and nuzzled her cheek to catch her attention, purring softly. I notice a few of the girls in class running in our direction, and I jumped, hissing once an invisible hand grabbed my tail. "Your fur is so soft! And you sound so adorable, we couldn't resist!" The pink girl petted my head while the invisible one felt my tail. I jumped away in annoyance and realized what I've been doing for the last few minutes.

My face turned red, and I slowly turned back into my human form, hearing murmurs and whines from the group of girls that went to check me out. "C'mon!! We wanna see moreeee, your sister can agree, she's been biting her teeth ever since you kept acting like a cat, right?!"

"P-please no, I was just getting carried away." I mumbled, shooting my sister a desperate look as she covered her mouth. Barely keeping in her laughter while she watched me get my cheeks squished by Mina. Who introduced the rest of them, at least. "You guys are twins, how come your quirks aren't the same?" Jirou asked, tilting her head at me. I hid my face with my tail- Which I was forced to do because Hagakure made me turn back and pet my head.

"Our dad has a history of blood related quirks, sure. But our half grandma had an affair and a line of mostly catboys continued, it stopped for a few years, but it passed on to him, apparently." Thea explained, sending me a grin while I slyly raised a middle finger at her. My paws weren't showing it much though. They were really chubby. "Ohh... can I keep him?" I jumped up at the question, looked at Thea with pleading eyes and shook my head no repeatedly.

My ears twitched and I turned into a cat to snuggle close to her. They cooed and pet me while she just laughed and grinned. I nudged her with my head and meowed loudly when Mina picked me up. "You're mine now!" She exclaimed, kissing my forehead repeatedly and squeezing me. I gave up and sneezed upon smelling the perfume that neared me. "Oh! Yaomomo! You heard of Kioshi right? Here he is!" Mina showed me off to the ponytailed Yaoyorozu, and I sneezed again.

Expensive perfume. She must be stacked as hell. "Aww, you're so cute! Your fur must be groomed a lot. It's so soft." She pet my head and brushed my fur. I meowed to my sister, and she finally pulled me away from them. After that. I hid behind her and turned back into my human form, puffing my cheeks because my instincts was still there. I groomed her hair and followed her when she excused the both of us and ran away. I kept grooming her hair right after, she had to pull me away and laugh.

"You didn't help me. I'm hungry." I mumbled childishly, seeing her roll her eyes and take out a packet of treats she bought from outside. I lightened up and purred while she fed me the treats. I ended up tearing the whole packet and running away with it to the teacher's lounge as a cat. I ate my treats there and even got a few pets from Cementoss. Which was oddly comforting, but it was alright, at least I knew they know who I am.

I licked my paws after I finished and took the plastic to the trashcan, still too lazy to turn back. I went to the 1-A classroom and sat laying on my desk until the bell rung. I turned back into my form, shaking off my sleepiness and listened to Cemetoss' lesson. He occasionally looked at me and smiled, because I think he kept remembering earlier. The lesson continued until the end of the day. And I stayed behind to walk with my sister to the nurse's office.

We found Midoriya there, we waited for him and greeted him as he walked out. He seemed out of it, so I just jumped on his head- Still as a cat and laid there until he noticed me and my sister. I also didn't notice Uraraka and Iida joining in to befriend the green haired guy. They talked, we all befriended each other, then I ran to my sister when she took off, past the bus stop.

"Kioshi-kun! Wait!" Uraraka shouted, I stopped and turned to them. Tilting my head and meowing. "Be careful not to get taken away as a cat, your fur is quite a rare one to breed from cats!" Midoriya exclaimed, they waved their hands while I wagged my tail and continued running. I turned into my half form around a corner and sniffed out where my sister went.

I found her in a shop, went behind her and wagged my tail eagerly. She noticed me, and turned around to pet my head. Laughing at how late I was to reach her. I raised my tail and followed her around, until I bumped into someone with a lizard like quirk. I got curious and trailed away to sniff the person out. I found the man in a video game store and sniffed their scent. They were... visibly surprised to say the list. And I wasn't in the right mind to think about how reckless I was being.

"Who the heck-?!" He turned around and froze upon seeing me. I casually raised my tail and smiled, not noticing that I was showing off my fangs and acted normal. "I got curious by your scent and appearance. I liked the saltwater perfume, I'm just saying. Sorry for acting like a creep." I told them, his face turned red when I sniffed his neck. "D-don't do things li-like that in.. public." He exclaimed, I only purred and felt my eyes going droopy. Uh oh. I should turn back.

"Sorry, sorry.. I'm Kioshi Sekijiro. You must look quite cute with your hair up.." I told him, looking down and taking a step back. He still looked surprised and stared at me, until I turned back into my human form. "S-Shuichi Iguchi." He finally responded. I wanted to know more and was about to ask for his preferences, until someone grabbed my hair and groaned. "C'mon! Dad'll be upset if we don't get back!" Thea shouted, making me whine and grab her wrist, nodding.

"Okay. I'm coming. I'll see you soon, Iguchi." I eyed his paper bag and looked back at his adorable face. He shyly walked away while I was being dragged all the way back home. I made sure to take a long sleep when I reached my bed.

When I woke up, I went downstairs to my dad. He looked so happy to see me and pulled me into a bone crushing hug. I hugged him back of course, and realized why he was so happy in the first place. My sister was behind me, and was greeting the both of us. It was quite weird, but I shrugged it off once we ate breakfast together. Small chats were shared, and I couldn't help but remember Iguchi from the stores. He surely looked a few years older than me. So how was he that shy?

Maybe it's just how it was, but I'll pry some information after I find him again. I took a shower right after my sister, then groomed my hair and tail so I could keep my fur soft. I went to school with Thea and Kan before exploring more of the school as a cat. I overheard All Might and Principal Nezo talking, but I didn't want to snoop and continued exploring the school.

After I got bored, I laid down on my desk in the classroom, and watched my classmates walk in. Aoyama had the most interest, and picked me up, with a twinkle in his eyes that made my heart flutter. The genuine adoration he had, and when he placed me down with a kiss on my head.. Holy shit, I may or may not have caught feelings for him already.

I watched him sit down on his desk and looked down. My tail wagging eagerly from the feelings I fully formed for him. I should try to be friends with him, but he doesn't seem to be the type to get attached to people, sadly.. My ears drooped from the thought, but suddenly, Mineta appeared infront of me. Making me hiss and jump away from the shock. "Tell me your secret..!"

I blinked at him and jumped down to turn back into my human form. "Secret?" I asked, tilting my head. Sero and Kaminari walked behind him and gave me the same look that Mineta was giving me. I felt a bit scared and noticed Kirishima walking over. Wrapping his arm around Sero. "You're popular with the girls my dude, are you oblivious or what?" He asked, grinning and rubbing my head. I was surprised at the contact and purred when he pet me. "No I'm not.. they scare me." I mumbled. Kaminari jumped in and pointed at me. Up and down.

"Why're you scared of them? You're literally a lady's guy, and you even have a sister!" He explained, I curled back and squeaked when Mineta clutched onto my leg. "Tell me!" I felt myself grow increasingly scared, and tears filled my eyes. I ended up curled into a corner, crying with most of them trying to apologize, while Mineta just screams and tries to get away from Shouji's strong grip. After awhile of me crying, and them trying to get me to stop. My sister walked in. Immediately running to my side after seeing me.

I clung onto her and sniffled my cries as she asked them what had happened. They all pointed to Mineta, and he was immediately thrown out of the room with a loud thud. She then petted my head to comfort me. "Please don't confront him like how Mineta did. He's gonna have a mental breakdown because he overthinks subconsciously.." She told them. "How does he do that subconciously?"

I shook her shoulders and wiped my cheeks before looking at them. "I don't know. I guess it's a cat trait.." I answered. Kirishima then made me stand up while apologizing for making me feel stressed. I told them it was fine and smiled. "Are we friends now or what?" Sero asked, grinning. I nodded politely and answered; "We're friends.." They all cheered and Kirishima ruffled my hair. "Heck yeah!" Kaminari shouted, shouting to everyone that I'm friends with them now as well. Oh boy... I didn't sign up for that.

After Present Mic's class and lunch, we were greeted by All Might making a mighty appearance. I changed into my hero costume and writhed at the soft cotton. I activated my quirk so I fit the suit, and went out with everyone to the training grounds. The whole thing was... huge. To say the least, but sadly. We'll only be using one building to fight each other in. Villian and Heroes. What could go wrong, except for everything?

All Might drew some balls from each box. And my eyes lit up at the red colored one. I lowered myself once All Might noticed that I was eyeing the tennis ball. Thea nudged me, and I turned to look at her apologetically. I turned back as he continued drawing the lots. And to my surprise, me and my sister became a part of the hero's side to fight againts whoever team was left to try and re-claim their win. We watched as the teams fought and only one of them won.

Midoriya's and Bakugo's was the most intense one. Lasting until the time limit, and the building exploding due to Bakugo's ignorance. Aside from me absolutely being flustered on how much Aoyama stood out during his fight, in the end. We got to fight againts Ojiro and Hagakure. One look at my sister, and I jumped up from the terrifying look. "No hard feelings, okay?" Ojiro whispered, waving to me as they both left to set up where the bomb was. I dozed off, glancing at my sister while we went and waited outside where the assigned building was.

I wore the bluetooth thingy majigy in my ear and waited next to my sister. We tested to see if he could hear the audio, then he instructed us to go inside on his signal. I looked to see if my sister will give me the look as well. And she did. I slowly lowered my ears and hid whatever she had given me there. It twitched for a moment of not getting used to the way it folded, then I look at her after All Might started the countdown. She looked back at me and I jumped again at her look. "I think it's obvious how they'll go to defend the bomb."

I shook my head. "We can't uncover how Hagakure's plan would work, because Todoroki-." I tried to counter what she was saying, but she just pushed me to the wall and groaned. I lowered my head in slight worry. This was all a part of the plan, after all. "Don't overthink it. We've been through this before." She winked and walked off. I stayed behind before following her. Hearing a few footsteps behind me and turning around with a soft hiss. I softened up when I saw no one. My tail dropped, and I felt something freeze on it before I heard running.

I searched for my sister and tried to follow the footsteps as I could, but I got lost. I climbed through a few flight of stairs and stopped when I felt a breeze rush past me. I raised my tail and looked where the breeze went. It was Hagakure trying to drive me away from the bomb. I tapped the thingy majigy and sneezed for a moment. Before talking. "Search the.. fourth floor. I'll search on the fifth so you can ready up for an attack." ; "Nice find. Just shout when you're in trouble."

I nodded instinctively and heard soft movements running away from me. Hagakure was gonna rely on Ojiro to protect the bomb and have a fight againts my sister. That's smart, but it was apart of our plan. I gently pressed my ear againts the wall and heard Ojiro's foot, anxiously tapping the floor. I followed where it went, and fell over after the door I pressed my ear againts forced itself open. I sneezed and quickly got up, seeing Ojiro cover his mouth and chuckle.

"Will this be like our previous childhood fighting?" I asked, trying to humor him as he shook his head. "Not really." Then, he got into a fighting stance. I watched his movement and lowered my ear with the item that my sister had given me. He noticed this, and used his tail to charge forward. I crouched to dodge his movement and grab ahold of his tail, he winced and unexpectedly threw me above him, but I regained my focus and pulled him with me.

He countered my movement and pinned me down instead. Stepping on my tail and making me hiss. I react with my instinct and threw him back, he hit the wall with a small groan while I furiously shook my tail. Trying to shake off the pain. "That hurt!" I exclaim, going onto all fours and waiting until he attacked that I pushed him to the ground with my paw. I searched for the capture tape given to us, but pressed down harder on Ojiro when he tried to move. My instincts were going haywire, I snapped the tape in half and had to pull away or else Ojiro would have gotten injured.

"We should capture the bomb. Thea?" I called, taking out the small packet from my ear. Turning back into my form before running to Ojiro's side. I checked his breathing and sighed. Opening the packet and screaming out until the blood moved, and covered the whole bomb. Even then, Ojiro wasn't waking up. I tapped his head, one, two, and three. The horn had finish ringing, and All Might announced that we were the winner. I nudged Ojiro's face one more time before turning to Hagakure and Thea.

"I got too carried away.." Hagakure ran over and helped the bots transfer Ojiro to a stretcher, while my sister went over to me and tugged on my ear. "You're a grade A dumbass." She told me, I smiled goofily and followed her back to the camera room. The rest of the day flew by in a whisk, but I visited Ojiro before he could leave the class. "I'm sorry for throwing you to the ground.." I mumbled. He smiled and brushed it off, looking away and tilting his head. I followed his direction and turned red at the sight of Aoyama. Why was he so damn attractive to me?

He noticed me looking and winked before walking off. Ojiro nudged me and chuckled. "You should go ahead and try being friends. No one had tried to, yet." He sent me a few winks, which I immediately returned with a nudge on his stomach. I then smiled and looked down, remembering the deal I had with my.. our biological mom. "I'll try. But I won't try to get me or him too attached. I'll be leaving soon." I mumbled. He looked surprised at what I said. "You're.. you're leaving? Like, the town?" He asked, I shook my head and hugged my elbows.

"After the sports festival, me and my mom will leave to go to the Philippines. My cousin's there, her name's similar to my sister's. But so different at the same time.." I trailed off. Shaking my head before walking away. "Wait, you're really leaving?"

"Not today, but soon. Take care of my sister, make her talk when she's accused of something. Since I'll probably die at the same time as her while staying there.." I gently shook my head and waved him to walk with me. He nodded and we hopped along the school grounds. Talking about nothing in particular as we reached the bus stop. I waved him goodbye and searched for my sister around the school. I felt a rush of heat run past me, and I hugged my elbows. Running over to a corner and sitting down.

I rubbed my eye, then my legs, and finally. My ears. Not this thing again.. "Kioshi! What are you doing there? Dad's waiting inside." She exclaimed, helping me up. I hugged her and sniffled, a light sneeze coming from my nose. "Aw.. one of these things again?" She asked, I nodded and let her drag me inside and to our dad's table. He seemed to realize immediately upon seeing me. "I'm sorry dad, it's only been a few days and I can't-." ; "No, it's okay. I'll have you excused until it goes away."

A smile made its way into my face, and I covered my nose to stiffle my sneeze. "Thanks dad.." Thea nudged my stomach, I coughed and turned away. Pouting my lips. "What about me?" She whined, playfully sneezing and mocking my condition. My dad just smiled and shook his head. "No."

That night, I huddled up under my blankets in my cat form to try and push the stupid rules of being a cat away. I purred, and let my instincts take over. I groomed my hair with my hands and crawled around under my mountain of blankets. The hours of me feeling sick had me whining and thrashing. My whole body felt weak and hot while I just suffered. Knowing that cold air will make my feeling worse. I covered my whole body with my tail and paw while I waited for the whole day to pass. Dad knew better than to visit me in my sickness, so he just left a very hot bowl of soup on my table and turned the temperature up to help.

That knowledge made me recover faster than last year... which lasted a whole week. And I was able to crawl out and eat the soup that midnight. I was surprised that it was still warm, and mentally thanked my dad for being so nice. The next morning, I made sure to wash myself and reassure to both of my family that I was alright. We went to school, and I shyly waved hello to Aoyama when we walked in. He was always so early... I wonder if I can talk to him after I was absent for a day.

Oh well.. I went to my seat and shot my sister a death glare once she glanced at Aoyama. She grinned mischeviously at my temper and talked to him. I covered my eye and laid my head down. I heard a proud voice, and holy shit.. he sounded so... Wait. What did he say about me? I looked up at saw Aoyama looking at me, and I blushed when he winked. I lowered my ears and looked down. I didn't pay much attention to the announcement, but I did know that we needed to gear up our hero costumes and are going to USJ. A building for practicing natural disasters in.

Turns out, there were class officers. But that's what I didn't pay attention to during the gossiping period.. before morning class, I mean. Gosh, I really shouldn't be dozing off, especially at a line that Iida formed for the class to enter the bus. Thankfully, I entered just fine.. except for the fact that I keep feeling dizzy. The aftereffects from my sickness was washing over me. And I covered my nose to ease my dizziness. I was barely gonna puke when we got out, I desperately clung onto my sister while we went inside.

I barely got to admire the scene until the teachers started explaining something. My siste looked intrigued at the news, I pull away after that. Thirteen started explaining what we needed to do, until he turned to Eraserhead and held up three fingers. That was when a portal appeared in the fountain, and my sister was suddenly there with the villians. Everything happened so fast, I couldn't even realize what was happening when I pounced over to them and scratched the handed man with my claws.

I regained my control and froze when he wrapped his fingers around her neck. "Kitten wants to protect her sister?" He seemed disgusted, and I jumped back when the big, distorted creature tried to attack me. I hissed and got on all fours. But Eraserhead's cloth forced me to go back to the crowd. "What the hell are you thinking?! This isn't the time to be playing overprotective!" He exclaimed. Forcing me to stay still when I tried to squirm. "Kioshi-kun, calm down!" Midoriya exclaimed, I thrashed my tail and my eyes turned into slits when my sister started a conversation with the handed man.

Safe to say, everyone was frightened because of that. "She's gonna be fine! Please calm down!" Yaoyorozu whispered, obvious she was scared to get near me. Despite her inching close. This wasn't a part of my quirk... what just.. how did I jump that high? "Kioshi-kun, calm down. The teachers will keep her safe." Tsuyu butted in, using her tongue to pet me. But I still felt restless when the villians walked past the two. The cloth tightened around me, and Eraserhead used his quirk on me to disable the immense strength I had. "Kioshi, we've been here before. We can get past it again, we have pro heroes by our side!" Ojiro threw his hands around me.

I furiously shook my head when I recalled the memory. Eraserhead stopped using his quirk and cloth on me, and instead jumped down to fight the villians on his own. I stopped fighting and started tearing up. "We can't help.." Iida whispered to himself. I watched my sister carefully, and my eyes widened at what suddenly happened to Mr. Aizawa. I pushed Ojiro off me and ran down there to push the handed man before it's too late. I used my fangs to pick up Mr. Aizawa before running off. Some villians followed me, but I focused on getting Mr. Aizawa to a safer area.

I searched for the blood pack and got it out from my ring. I took it out. Hoping to see her safe, but I was petrified when I saw her lay down, bleeding from the head infront of me. I picked both of them up with my fangs, but quickly laid them down when I felt a presence behind me. "Nomu, kill that Pussycat reject." I felt like time had stopped when I tried to turn around. A flash of green flew by, and the 'Nomu' was suddenly behind the handed man. "Midoriya!" I heard Tsuyu shout. I felt my instincts kick in again, and I decided to take the two with me, following the three who intervened with the fight.

"What were you doing, Kioshi?!" Mineta cried, throwing balls behind us. I kept my firm hold on the two and sat down when we found a soft patch of grass. My tail wagged around from the intense adrenaline, and I held my sister tightly. "Are you thinking straight? You were gonna get killed!" Midoriya shouted at me, I just sniffled and closed my eyes. "I can't lose her again. Can't you see how both of them almost died? They're villians!" I shouted back, closing my eyes shut and wrapping my tail around my leg. I sighed shakily and turned to them.

"They could've killed both of them if I didn't intervene. We could be in a lot more desperate situation if I hadn't done any of that." I whispered, tears evident in my eyes. "I'm not gonna let them take Mr. Aizawa, or my sister for their cruel experiments.." I finished, noticing them struggling to hold Eraserhead. I lowered my sister, kept myself on all fours and motioned them to place him on top of my back. They reluctantly did that, and carried my sister instead. I wrapped my tail around him as we went to hide. I felt so tired after the adrenaline went down, and nuzzled beside Tsuyu when we all sat down.

"W-wait! Why are you falling asleep?!" Mineta exclaimed. I hissed and lowered my ears. Looking up at him and blinking to help my eyes go back to normal. "It's okay.. let him. He carried Mr. Aizawa and Thea-chan after he jumped in.." Midoriya argued, hesitantly placing a hand on my head. I kept my tail around Eraserhead and purred from exhaustion. "Ribbit.." Tsuyu mumbled. I gently shook my head and passed out.

...

I woke up curled up in a hospital bed. Luckily, I was jusy bunked next to my sister. But it was in a bad way. I saw how fast she was breathing, I could feel mysel panic and become overprotective of her immediately. I tried to sit up, but sadly. The doctors knew about my state and bound me to the bed by god knows what. I was just there, sitting around and being super concerned until our teacher walked in. I was surprised to see Eraserhead, and bowed. Despite knowing he couldn't see me due to his bandages.

"Your sister's okay. But I have to reprimand you for jumping into dangerous situations with true villians as a student." He announced. Facing me as I lowered my head. "That will affect your school history as well. Don't worry, it's not a serious punishment." He added. I perked up at that, and slightly cringed once I tried to stand up. "Thank you, Mr. Aizawa. I'm sorry for not controlling myself.. again." I mumbled weakly. He shook his hand and handed me the letter of excuse for my painfully incident filled school record. I thanked him again and smiled once he set me free from the restraints.

"I told your dad. He'll come by right about.." He trailed off, my dad suddenly barged in the room, running between me and my sister's bed before hugging me. "Now." Eraserhead finished before walking out. I hugged my dad out of relief and pulled away after a short while. "Thank god you're both okay." He paused, then pulled on my ear with a scowl. "You're too reckless! I know you mean well, you're not wrong for protecting your sister. But remember yourself for the love of-!" He inhaled a sharp breath and let go. Turning to kiss Thea's forehead before turning back to me. Smiling softly and nearly crying until I patted his hand.

"I'm sorry dad. But we're okay now!" I said, flashing him a sweet and comforting smile. He bought the act of reassurance and inhaled deeply. "You learned well, and I'm so proud of both of you." He sniffled. I playfully rolled my eyes, but perked up once the bed behind him shifted. He turned around immediately as well, and I sat on the side to see them interract. I waited patiently until we were soon discharged and got a prescription for headaches, and possible blood stabilizer for my sister.

Once we got home, Thea blew up on me for being reckless, but told me she appreciated it. Thanked me for saving her life for the second time. I told her it was alright, and eventually she let her groom me so I could feel reassured that she was okay for once. Well... uncountable to be honest. I always groomed her whenever either of us was stressed. It was always a bonding moment for us, since we're twins after all. We both care deeply for each other. No buts or ors. That's how it always has been for the both of us. The next day at school, she recovered quickly, as expected. And nearly gave me a heart attack when she picked me up as a cat and ran to UA.

We basically reached the classroom before Iida had a chance to tell everyone to sit down. I simply relaxed as my sister did the work for me and set me down on my desk. Yaoyorozu looked at us puzzled. Figured she thought it should be the other way around, but fuck it! Right? Anyways. We were apparently on the news, and it was kind of dangerous. I thought the teachers were reckless for continuing the sports festival, but understood it was for the public's trust and safety. Faith and all that jazz. It was stupid, it will be their downfall. But who was I to accuse them of being... liars?

Anyways. After class, nearly everyone was talking about the sports festival, and how excited they were. Especially Uraraka. I found Aoyama being himself again. I couldn't help but watch him. Dazzled by how prideful he is, and shyly looking away once he caught my eye. I purred softly, Mineta shooting me a dirty glance as I dozed off. Thinking about how catnips tastes like before I felt a soft rub on my hair. "Look what the cat has started to adore! A star like me shouldn't be ignoring such a pretty kitty." I heard Aoyama exclaim proudly. I looked at him and blushed once I realized he was staring right at me. Wearing his usual smirk and keeping his hand on my hair.

I blinked for a moment before realizing what he called me and turning red. Jiro looked conflicted until I purred and looked down. Right then, she squealed and covered her mouth. "Well~? Aren't you gonna look at your star and admit how dazzling I am to your huge eyes?" Aoyama brought my attention back to him, and I stuttered over my words as I stood up. Facing him and immediately shutting my mouth as we locked eyes. His smirk grew, and he tapped the tip of my nose with his finger. I almost hyperventilated at that.

"You're an eye catcher.." I mumbled softly. He posed in victory and took my wrist. "For that, you're sitting at lunch with me!" He stated, proud and loud. The other students glanced in confusion as I turned beet red. Cursing at my sister for only watching as some of the students lined up to leave for the cafeteria. Aoyama insisted I stay with him in the classroom, so I did. I felt my heart race when he pulled me to his chair. "Now~, tell me what has gotten you so worked up over a star like me!" He brought out his lunch, I was both surprised and not once I saw the cheese on the side.

"Uhm.." I looked at him, then away. If I was in my half form, I knew my tail would be all over the place. He was still looking at me, so I nervously shifted and looked at him. "I feel something for you, and I think we could become great friends!" I answered, half honest and half not. He looked genuinely surprised, and made me sit down on the desk next to him. "You could have just said so!" He stated proudly, sharing me some of his fancy cheese and making me blush profusely at his actions.

"Thank you.." I mumbled softly. He winked at me before turning to his lunch. Eating like royalty as I nommed on the cheese he gave me. I couldn't help but watch after I finished mine. "Your name's Yuga Aoyama, right?" I checked. He nodded and didn't even glance at my direction! Such gracefulness. "You're the infamous Kioshi Sekijiro, lovely name, my prince~." He spoke up, letting go of his utensil to look at me directly. I never felt anymore flustered right then. "I've heard of your family before, a lot of documentaries, actually." I glanced at his hair and back at him. "You're perfect in every way! Why did you come to UA if you could've been at a more prestigious school than here?" I asked, curiously tilting my head.

A look of conflict flashed in his eyes before he quickly cleaned up his lunch and awkwardly cleared his throat. "I want to be a hero.. like everyone else. A light of hope, if I may say." He admitted, turning to me and slightly intimidating me at the sudden change of height. "That's really beautiful. You're using your specialty to lead others into hope in heroes." I mumbled to him. Not missing the sudden change in his heartbeat as I did. I stood up, then coddled him out of instinct. He looked surprised and froze once I did.

Once I realized what I did, I quickly pulled away and rubbed my cheek. "Sorry! I-.. I just felt like I needed to make you feel safe.." I stuttered. He still seemed tense and I felt like shit for making him feel uncomfortable. "I'm so, so sorry! I genuinely don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, I-it just happens out of-." I tried to continue explaining, but he cut me off and placed his hands on my shoulder. "Why stress out over something you can't control?" He said, placing a hand on my head and rubbing it soothingly.

I purred softly as he did. His touch felt comforting, and I couldn't help but smile at him once he pulled away. "Does your gorgeous smile run in the family?" He asked from out of the blue. I grew red and shrugged my shoulders. "If not, I am truly dazzled by how awestruck I am with your smile." He confessed. I turned even more red and sit up, locking gazed with him as he winked and took my cheek. Even though I was just a few inches taller than him. "Will you be the knight in need of a damsel in distress like me?" He leaned closer to my face, causing me to jump and quickly turn into my cat form out of embarrassment.

He looked surprised, but amused before picking me up and kissing my nose. "I suppsose I will be your knight in shining armour, my prince~." He purred and placed me back down before heading to the school bathroom. I was a statue until I realized how much we've flirted over the span of fifteen minutes. Only then did I sprinted to the cafeteria and cowered in my sister's lap. "Woah- what's up with you?" She took me and laid me on the empty seat next to her. I whined and stood up, looking at her with teary eyes until she groaned and patted my head repeatedly a few times.

"Ano nga? Bakit ka umiiyak di ka pa naman aalis eh!" She exclaimed. I curled my tail and nudged her purse next to her blood bag. "You're not allowed treats until the next few days, Kioshi Sekijiro." She said firmly. I sat down and huffed before turning back into my human form and crossing my arms. "Aoyama and I were flirting." I finally told her, she suddenly choked and covered her mouth. Eyes nearly bulging as she stared at me for confirmation. I nodded and turned red once her jaw dropped. "You didn't... DON'T TELL ME YOU TWO MADE OUT!" I covered her mouth before she shouted and shook my head furiously.

"Hindi ah! Nagsalita lang kami.." I mumbled shyly. She just stared at me and playfully rolled her eyes after awhile. Using her blood to pull my hand away and continuing to eat her food. I leaned back on my seat and looked down on my lap. I got lost in thought, only looking up once someone slid to sit infront of us. "What's up you two? Seems like you're both freaking out about something." Kaminari asked us. I jumped up on top of the table and rolled my eyes at my sister. She scoffed and shook her head. I noticed Iida looking at her, and smirked to myself.

They chatted for a bit until he got called back. I jumped on his head and zipped my mouth once Mineta's eyes bulged. I listened in on their gossip and found out Iida had a teensy bit of crush on my sister. The tea I could use againts her. I jumped down Kaminari's head and was about to walk away, until the bell rang. Dang it. We walked back to class, and it passed pretty quickly. The class idled and chatted when Mr. Aizawa left early, and we were pretty much excited. Until the very moment that we saw students surrounding the hall infront of our classroom.

Safe to say we were all surprised to see nearly all the year 1 students there. I stared and flinched when a purple haired student stepped infront and made a huge speech about 1-A... Seeing the competitors or something like that. When he glanced over at me and my twin, he grinned. I stepped infront of my sister protectively and furrowed my brows until he spoke up. "I heard rumors that your sister is a target of the villians. I feel so bad you have to leave her here, all alone just because you're of cheating descendant." My eyes grew wide and glazed when he said that. The latter didn't matter, but the first shook me to the core.

"It's disappointing that the infamous Sekijiro Twins aren't even fully related. You have two half siblings as well, if I'm not wrong." Kirishima stepped in and scolded him. "That's not manly to mention their family history! Simmer it down.. the festival is-." Bakugo cut in. "What you're saying is contradicting about declaring war. None of us agreed, yet you started, bastard." I noticed a glimmer in Midoriya's eyes while a few of my classmates looked at me with wanting an explanation about me leaving my sister. I didn't glance at them once and narrowed my eyes at him.

Pretty soon, the heat died down, and we were all able to leave. I glared at the purple haired student one more time before I was dragged away by my sister.

After school, I agreed on training with my sister, and we fought and made sure to train both her blood capacity and my urges. She was making great progress! And I was sure she was gonna make it in the finals. Until I noticed her fill a vial with blood and sent it off in the mail with a note with it. I was very curious but wasn't able to investigate as she continued our training. I got used to my tail being touched in my half form, and even used my large ears as an advantage when I figured out I could sense the movement on where my opponent was going with my ears. Our training really shed a light on our differences.

It made me and her feel confident that we weren't forced to be like each other. And we both rewarded ourselves with a movie night before the final day. We took off the moment we woke up and even ignored our half brother and sister, who were visiting us for the sake of spending time with me before I leave. We were too excited and were practically bouncing when we saw the stalls outside of the school stadium. I bought a ton of food and sneaked them in with the help of my sister's bloodbag. The moment we reached the waiting room, I didn't waste a second and nommed on the huge amount of food I bought. Yeah... rest in money heaven, my sweet allowance.

"You sneaked in snacks?!" I heard Kaminari shout. I backed away from the snacks to let my classmates take a food they wanted. Nearly everyone took something, except for Todoroki and Bakugo. I didn't mind that they didn't but I overestimated what would be left when they took some. "C-can I have some more?" Sato asked me. I nodded and he took a few more sugar based snacks before thanking me and sitting on one of the benches. Everyone went about their chatting while me and Thea nommed all of the snacks left. We tried to offer the last few that were still untouched, but no one wanted it-.

"Is this a goodbye gesture?" Ojiro joked, slipping to the bench infront of me and taking the munchkin from my stick. I tilted my head a bit as Thea laughed at my reaction. "No..t exactly." I answered. He smiled and nommed on the munchkin he took from me. I pursed my lips and slightly crossed my arms after. "We need to spend time with our half siblings, so it's a early goodbye gift.. he meant." Thea fixed.

She was right, but partly wrong.. ehh who cares? "Wait, what that student said was true?!" Sato asked, eyes wide. We nodded as Sato turned to Ojiro, mouth agape. "Don't worry, I get that a lot." Ojiro chuckled, Thea started bumping my arm, making me turn to her and the direction she was pointing her lips at. Aoyama was looking at my direction, gracefully eating the cheese he had stolen from one of the food. I turned red and looked to the side. Feeling his gaze look over my red face before turning away.

I covered my face and squealed quietly. Jiro looked at my direction but shrugged it off as an accident. Though, I knew she noted that down for future refference. There was an argument that started between Midoriya and Todoroki, although I didn't pay attention. I knew it was something between their quirks.. or just the sports festival anyways.

Pretty soon, we were called in. And we walked inside the stadium, only for me to be met with sudden anxiety when I saw the many people around. Excited to watch the UA students. As we lined up infront of the stage, I felt like wanting to be a cat again to hide from the embarrassment. Luckily, Thea kept distracting me with a few treats she also sneaked in with her blood bag. By the time she had successfully snatched the catnip from my hands, Bakugo was climbing up the stage. Ready to make a speech to represent the Hero Course. That was, until we actually heard the speech. We were all shocked, but thought it was so in character for him to tell everyone that he'll win. He got a lot of backlash from lots of people, but hey, Bakugo is Bakugo.

As Midnight was explaining the rules and was about to spin the game picker. I raised my hand. My other classmates looked even more shocked and scared at what I'll say. But luckily for them, I'm not Bakugo. "Yes, Sekijiro?" I heard murmurs of annoyance from the other classes, but I ignored them. "I trust Recovery Girl, but won't she be overwhelmed when too many students get hurt?" I asked. Her eyes grew soft, and she shook her head a bit too dramatic for a response. "Of course not! Recovery Girl wants her students to be safe and healthy. A few students with injuries wouldn't burden her at all!" I heard a few collective sighs of relief, but they were all mostly from my class. So no surprise there.

I thanked her for her answer, letting her announce that no more questions were allowed to answer before spinning the game wheel. The first one was-. "Obstacle Race!" I lit up at what she said, as I felt my sister glance at me with a grin. I smiled back at her in return and we went to the entrance of said Race. Or rather.. marathon. I hooked her blood bag on my bracelet and waited for her to prepare, while also waiting for the go signal. I felt excited, and once the go signal was announced. All the students crowded the entrance immediately. I turned into my form half form and kneeled down infront of Thea.

She smirked, I clasped my hands, leaving a small place in the middle and hoisted her up so high, she passed by all the classes and nearly hit the ceiling. I turned into a cat and jumped over the other classes' heads before being grabbed by my sister's quirk. She brought me over to her and ran as I turned back into my half form. "The Sekijiro twin's chemistry is A-MA-ZING!" Present Mic shouted over the speaker.

However, I noticed the level 0 robots from the entrance exam. I stood next to my sister in a protective manner and worked with the other students to destroy them. After we did, however. I winced and flinched when Bakugo flew by me with his quirk. We kept running until we reached lots of circles and dug up land. I bit my lip, watching Todoroki, Bakugo, Iida and Tsuyu cross it so quickly. My sister included.

She used her quirk to swing over, rope to rope in the most amazing style ever. I shook my head and kneeled yet again, then I jumped. Using my tail to help me hold onto the rope as I balanced on it. Jumping at the last part and using my swift half self to chase after the people in the front. I pulled Aoyama on my back upon noticing he was hyperventilating. I held his hand as I ran. Barely stepping on a mine until Midoriya warned me about them. I stopped to look at the mines. And at Aoyama who was nearly passed out.

I saw Thea pass a blood shaped shovel over to Midoriya and carefully ran to her on all fours. Relying on my instinct as she opened the blood bag and got inside. I closed the bag and flinched when Aoyama gripped my uniform tightly. I flashed him a gentle smile and ran, noticing Midoriya fly by me, and Bakugo and Todoroki. It motivated me to go faster, and risk my high jump so I could pass the mines. After I did, my sister jumped out and carried me and Aoyama with her quirk as we neared the finish. Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Thea, then finally. Me and Aoyama. I held Aoyama close to me as Thea carefully set me down on the floor.

"Is Aoyama okay?!" My sister and Midoriya shouted. I carefully pulled Aoyama away from me to show them his condition. Thea was the first one to sigh in relief, then Midoriya followed. "You're so kind for helping him like that, even when you fell from the fifth place." Midoriya sighed, Iida ran over to us in worry. Yaomomo following soon after and asking about Aoyama. Thankfully, when Yaomomo asked. Aoyama recovered and giggled that he is the center of attention yet again.

We just rolled our eyes at him while I subconciously rubbed his back. Midoriya and Thea raised a brow, while Yaomomo and Iida were too distracted watching to notice. Aoyama seemed to appreciate the act and let me continue doing it. Much to my instinct's enjoyment. After all the students had passed the finish line. The results were in, and the next event was being spun.

The next was a cavalry battle. Which was surprising and intimidating the moment we heard that Midoriya will be having one million points. It put tension, and frankly, I didn't like the tension. We had a few minutes to pick our teammates. My sister and I glanced at each other with encouraging looks. "U-uhm.. Sekijiro.." We heard Midoriya from behind us. Thea refused to turn, so I had to. "Yeah..?" I asked. He looked scared out of his pants, and once a girl from the support course distracted him, I took Thea's hand and followed her. Away from Midoriya. I looked at Ojiro and was about to talk to him, until the guy that said hurtful things to me walked up to him.

He somehow managed to convince him to join his team. He caught my eye and walked over. "I sincerely apologize for before. Can we team up?" He asked. I felt uneasy and took a step back. Trying to sense my sister and failing. Where was she? "Well?" He asked. I noticed my sister with Midoriya already and sighed, agreeing reluctantly. Not seeing her run over before I spoke. "Okay."

Suddenly, I felt like I was asleep. And before I even realized, Thea had slapped me with a frustrated speech about how I could have joined her along with Midoriya. But I didn't know what she meant. The game has ended but I didn't participate with my team's win. How is that possible? "I don't remember." I told her. Her brows furrowed as she glanced at the purple haired guy. I connected the pieces and froze. Oh no. "God damn it!" I cursed and ran my fingers through my hair. I turned back into my human form and ran to Ojiro, who was teammates with me. Apparently. "Do you remember how we won?" I asked.

He looked frustrated as well, and shook his head. "No, no.." He grumbled. I cursed in agreement and agreed to warn our classmates about him. I ran to my sister first and explained everything to her. She was visibly surprised; Dropping the tray she was holding and making a mess near our usual table. A few of the girls ran over with intention to help, then I warned Uraraka, Mina, and Yaomomo. They were visibly surprised and slightly intimidated. But with Hagakure's encouragement. They all relaxed and thanked me for my advice.

I wanted to go to the restroom to do my thing and excused myself. Noticing Mineta and Kaminari walk over to the girls, but I simply brushed it off and leaned againts the sink in the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt my stomach grumble. I purred uncomfortably but managed to relax myself so I could groom myself. I closed my eyes, but suddenly daydreamed about Iguchi from the mall. I forgot to talk to him again, I should probably do that after school.

"Kioshi?" I jumped at hearing Iida's voice, and turned to my side. Relaxing upon seeing the one and only Iida. I tilted my head as a sign for him to continue, then he walked over. Bowing in the most straightest posture ever before shouting; "I would want to court your twin, I must know if you'll give me your blessing or not!" He shouted. I was very surprised at that, and pulled him up so he could face me. He looked nervous, rather than his usual assertive manner. I slightly felt bad for him. "You're an amazing guy, Iida. But you'll have to ask our dad. You fully have my blessing, but Kan has the say with who we can date." I kindly explained to him, his eyes visibly depressed.

I panicked and tried to comfort him when a depressing aura covered the bathroom, but thankfully for me. He stood up, confident yet again and thanking me before running off. I smiled, ever so slightly and went back to the stadium. Meeting up with my classmates and lining up for the final event. Me, and Ojiro shared a knowing glance. I shared it to my sister as well, raising a brow at her clothes before we both raised our hands after the event was picked; It was a 1v1 between randomly paired students. "Yes! Ojiro, Sekijiro? Do you have any rebellion againts the selected challenge?!" Midnight asked loudly. One more shared glance before we both explained the subconcious, out of body experience we had with the other game. And how it felt unfair to us.

Another student in our team before raised his hand and admitted the same testimony as ours. Luckily, there was no punishment. Only admiration about our honesty and loyalty to our hero course status. It felt good to be praised, but I did feel worse when I saw Thea's declining confidence. I nudged her cheek with my nose as they picked three other students who were runner up's in the battle. Kendo, Tetstetsu, and Shiozaki.

I went with my sister to hopefully encourage her in the seats meant for students. I gave her all the comforting words I could, reciting a few tricks she could do and turning into a cat so she could use me as a floof ball. After she had laughed at my poor attempt of making a joke, however, I turned back and motioned to her cheerleading type of clothing. "Can you explain that?" I asked. She turned red but pointed to Mineta and Kaminari in accusation. "These two tricked us!" She shouted. The two grinned in victory while I turned my head back and stiffled a laugh. "Well, want me to get your uniform? You could borrow mine if you want." I told her. She brushed me off and smiled.

"Nah, I'm good. If I'm fighting with this, I have style points!" I cringed at what she said, and seeing Kaminari and Mineta's reaction didn't help. "You stubborn, A class bobo." ; "Excuse me?!" We started arguing over what I said, which in turn caught nearly all of the other student's attention as she pinched mu ear and kneed me in the stomach. I coughed, laughing as she pulled away and started to apologize a lot. "Not so quiet for a Kioshi, huh?" Jiro poked me on the knee with her earphone jack. I blushed slightly and nodded. "Guilty." Thea rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in response.

"Please. I'm the older twin so he's bound to be loud as a screeching cat." I perked up and purred. Seeing her frown and look away. "You're so mean, Thea-chan. Ribbit." Tsuyu added, pointing to her then to me. I smiled as Thea huffed and I excused myself to grab her some clothes for her to wear. Since Midoriya and Shinsou had finished fighting. I reached through my bag and fished out the two clothes made for this kind of match. I skipped back. Bumping into Aoyama who was suspiciously hiding something in his jacket.

"Hey Aoyama! Are you feeling okay from that tummy ache?" I asked. He nodded, a nervous look and aura surrounding him. I slowly tilted my head and cupped his cheek. He visibly flinched and turned away. Before I could ask him again, the horn blew, and I rushed to get my sister on the clothes I brought. I forcefully made her wear the shirt, the aftermath being that she wore the pants because of my action. I walked her until the entrance, and wished her goodluck and to kick ass as she went. Her name was called, I waved and ran back to the student seats.

I plopped down on my seat and felt my nerves shift into nervous ones as Thea and Shiozaki stepped in the cement stage. I didn't know Shiozaki's quirk, but I do know that it involved liquifying things. Oh wait- I'm fucking dumb. "Start!" Thea was about to cast her quirk, but somehow. Shiozaki liquified the concrete under her. I tensed when she sunk down, looking utterly terrified and fought off my instincts as I watched. She casted her quirk as she tried to cover ground to sink less faster. And somehow, she lifted herself up, barely getting her foot stuck on his quirk. Then, in a matter of seconds, she created a lasso and hurdled him out of the stage!

I cheered in victory as they announced her as the winner, my other classmates joined in with huge smiles after the first few seconds of low chances of victory. They left the stage, and I ran to greet her back with a bone breaking hug. She was taken aback, even though she just as quickly hugged back. We went back to the student viewing area to watch our other classmates and cheered them on with all our hearts. But, the blonde haired guy from class 1-B checked on us and mocked Kaminari for losing againts the beautiful vine classmate he has. We all, of course, ignored him and silently appreciated the big fist girl for dragging him away.

As the rounds progressed, all of us got increasingly worried for Midoriya's well-being. I winced at every broken bone he had while fighting Todoroki, and joined the few other students in checking up on him in the Nurse's Office. After I left early, however. I caught Aoyama's signature blonde hair and called out for him. This time, he didn't run. Instead, he turned around to face me. "Did I make you uncomfortable earlier?" I asked him. He shook his head and smirked.

"Is my Knight worried for his damsel in distres~?" He cooed. I blushed and nodded shyly. "Of course I am." I paused. "I just wanted to tell you that I really like you, before I leave. I mean." I stuttered. His jaw slacked, then clenched as I looked up at him for a reaction. My heart nearly broke when his gaze mirrored those of... Disgust. "I am truly sorry, my Knight. But this kind of relationship will never be a priority for me. Frankly, it's not.. traditional." His voice wavered, but I thought that it was just pity for me.

I cleared my throat and nodded. "Uhm.. yeah! It's okay. It- it won't work out even if I stayed anyways. Much less, if I'm a country away from you." I said, he examined me for awhile until I clasped my hands together and looked away. "Y-yeah, uh.. I- sorry.. sorry for that. I read your emotions wrong and-." He cut me off. "How could you say a country away?" He asked. I blinked and rubbed my neck. "I'm going to the Philippines to stay with my cousin. I won't come back until a few years? Maybe." I answered.

I saw his eyes glaze, and he quickly looked away. Though, he looked back to face me again. "You know w-." ; "There you are! Come on, our siblings are waiting for us." Thea interrupted, grabbing my ear and quickly dragging me away. Aoyama looked like he wanted to reach his hand out, but I looked away and hugged my elbows with my hands. My heart slowly stopped beating so hard. Instead, it just beated at a slower pace than any pulse I've ever had.

I covered up my somber mood while I spent my last few hours with my weird family. Loving my two other sibling's ways of tricking people and using each other's quick to benefit each other. We sang at a kareoke bar before midnight, and I packed my things the rest of the night. Cradling each of my pillows and snuggling in their softness as I slept.

Next morning, I got my somehow very few bags and carried them off before Kan woke up. I prepared a tasty breakfast for the both of them and ate while waiting quietly. Thea was the first to run down, sighing in relief upon seeing me. But frowning once she saw my saddened face. "Parang masarap pagkain, ah." She tested, sitting next to me. I glanced at her and smiled softly. "Syempre, gawa ko eh. Ano isip mo sa akin?" I questioned her. She smiled as well and turned to eat her food.

I could tell she was trying hard to not break down. I felt bad and groomed her shoulder while we waited for dad. Once he came down and ate. We all had a long chat, and goodbye's before Kan drove me to the airport and said goodbye to me at the front. I hugged him tightly, my sister included and waved goodbye as I went through the security procedures in entering the airport.

It was supposed to be a quick plane ride! Nothing was supposed to happen once I sat on the plane, yet somehow. I was teleported somewhere and strapped onto a chair which restricted my transformations. There was even a small chain for cats below me if I turn! I struggled againts the LOV. Kicking and thrashing to try and stall- make time for someone to call me. Someone! Please!

However, it was all in vain. I felt myself being drained and couldn't move when I tried to wake up. I felt like I was out of my body and was becoming desperate when I was suddenly submerged into something. Liquid? I didn't know, but I could breathe thanks to the gear clasped around my mouth. Due to the same lifeline that was keeping me alive. I felt myself sink out of my consciousness, and eventually passed out from whatever gear was being mounted on me as I stayed still like a statue.

It was like that for days, hell, maybe even a few weeks. I was confused, but neither hungry nor thirsty. They were feeding me, and weren't planning to let me go soon. I didn't struggle at the fourteenth hour of the fifth day. I felt like I was floating- trapped in my mind that never had room for anything.

-

When I finally got ahold of my body, I couldn't see for a few moments. Let alone feel the water that I was submerged in previously. So I checked. I tried using my senses to my advantage and sensed an alarming amount of air instead of water. I was both relieved and scared. Where was I? And what was happening to me? "Kioshi." I heard a muffled shout. I tried to move, but my body wouldn't let me. After a while of trying and failing to get my senses back, I finally got to see where I was. "Bakugo?" I gasped, though only in thought. He too was tied in place.

"Kioshi? Wait, wait. Why is he here?!" Iguchi.. how..? "The cat's been drained of his power. All there is, is just a normal student. I did that so he could stop defending his sister." Shigaraki chuckled behind me. I tried again, but struggled even more. "But-." Iguchi tried to argue. "Why are you attached to this; now quirkless freak? Do you have a history with him?" My senses were blocked out yet again, causing me to pass out from the lack of distractions to keep me awake. My body felt a bone numbing explosion, and heard loads of voices around me. I couldn't make out any of them, even if I tried. So I didn't try to and instead tried to recognize who was holding me. This was someone new.. someone slim?

Edgeshot? What was happening? I felt so scared without having a clue of what was happening. I shouldn't have gotten too comfortable! Damn it.. I struggled for a bit more, until eventually I was able to make my finger twitch. "Sekijiro?" I felt another hand carefully grab me, this hand more buffy and calloused. "Someone get a medic! Take Kioshi to somewhere safe!" Endeavour had shouted. I was passed to another hand, until thick water suddenly erupted from my throat and made me fall on destroyed cement.

That made me regain my other senses. I lifted one of my eyelids to look and felt my blood run cold. My half sister was there, with Thea up a building. A spear through her throat and hollowed eyes. I felt tears glazing my eyes as I tried to stand up, to no avail. "K-Kioshi.." My half-sister, Perocho rasped out, I dragged my eyes over to her and cried. Feeling hopeless as Thea dropped to her knees in my peripheral vision. I felt my heart tightening up, and I got my courage to stand up. "Kioshi!"

Iida was here. Then that means.. were they trying to save Bakugo? Well that went great. I winced when All For One used a telekinetic quirk on me. He dragged me over to him and presented me to everyone. Including a few of my classmates who were escaping with a flying thing they made. "You did this, All Might! You failed as a teacher, and as a hero. You failed your friend's children!" AFO laughed. I choked and struggled when he started constricting my airway.

"Let the kid go! You killed the only person who you could use! You don't need to involve their twin as well!" All Might shouted back. I kicked my legs and cried out when there was an invisible force tugging harshly at my kneecaps. "Do I? Or are you just scared to admit you failed as a living being?" He continued. I felt my joint crack, then I cried out in pain. Louder, this time. I couldn't cry out for help. I couldn't burden All Might because of something I did wrong. "You poor Sekijiro twin. You were left all alone with your quirk taken away from you. How does it feel?" He cooed.

I gasped at another tightness and felt my body slowly going limp. "Time is thin, All Might. Do you kill me, with him? Or do you reveal who you truly are?" I closed my eyes and sputtered, blood dripping down my ears as a rock scratched the inside of my ear canal. AFO cooed at my hopelessness. "Do it." I choked out, All Might's eyes grew wide. "Kill him." I let out, AFO laughed. He then continued his monologue as a huge passing of steam reeked from All Might. As it disappeared, AFO was eager to see All Might in his weak state.

I managed to kick my legs a few times before struggling against the telekinetic hold, much to my luck. I was able to drop down and feel more pain as I landed on my broken leg. "Oh?" AFO laughed. I turned around and lunged towards him, I was able to grab a rock and punch it on him. He stumbled back as I continuously punched and attacked him, until he pushed me off and held his palm out in front of me. My eyes widened, and I felt my heart stop. That was until I felt cold air push against me and I was away from where AFO cast a devastatingly destructive quirk in the building behind me.

"You're safe now, young Sekijiro." He told me, I looked up at him with teary eyes upon noticing his broken legs. How was he still standing? "All Might.." I heaved, letting him patt my head before he turned back around to face AFO.

I could feel myself running out of air from the quirk AFO used on me when he had me grasp. I tried to breathe, but I had no fighting back against the internal bleeding that had formed in my throat and airway. I tried, and tried. Until I eventually fell and lost the sense of being alive.

That was it for me. Wasted potential, and surely just bait for the heroes to die.

[therabbitsmuse]

10

my new first post. i decided to private most of my content instead of creating a new Tumblr from scratch. not sure why i felt such a strong urge to do so. it's not like anyone reads my posts & almost no one from real life knows about it. i was driven by this overwhelming urge to reset, to start over. as silly (& time-consuming) as it was, i did feel a lot better after coming back to an almost blank slate.

I've slowly been shifting into who I'm meant to be. that's probably one of the best things about moving somewhere new, where I know maybe 2 people. I've been really happy with my routines and not having to take anyone else into consideration. but letting go can be lonely, esp when I held onto certain identities and ideas for so long. I'm not quite sure what to fill that space with. But I know it's time to let go. It's served its purpose and now i no longer feel the same.

For the first time in probably ten years, this is the most inconsistent I have been with electronic music. I'm not excited by any of it. I'm even less excited by the prospect of festivals. i went to a few shows in brooklyn but i felt like i was only trying to chase a feeling. it's a strange thing to face. i thought maybe i was in a slump. i didn't want to believe that maybe I'm becoming one of those ppl who outgrow this phase of life. but all the signs are there. I unfollowed all the rave ig accounts i used to watch religiously. I no longer listen to or update my playlists. I can't name any songs that have really pulled me into the depths of layered complexity. It's fucking weird honestly. i don't think electronic music and shows will go away completely from my life, but i think, for the time being, it's one of my last priorities

you know when you have those thoughts that haunt you a little? where you wonder if maybe it's you that's the problem? I've been in that state as I've navigated through this new life.

i'm so glad i didn't choose to live in the city (tho tbh it was out of my budget anyways lol). i love my space. it's old but it's charming. i am surrounded by good food and small local businesses. i loved it the moment i moved in, minus the few dead cockroaches that appeared out of the abyss. however, when i met some people and told them where i lived, they looked at me as if i said i chose to live on mars. i went over to a few apts and wondered if I made the wrong choice. i have no city view. the kitchen was small af and probably older than i am. there's no doorman. no in-unit laundry or dishwasher. and then i felt dumb trying to chase some sort of illusion of what type of place i 'should' be living in. my studio doesn't feel like home just yet but I've always been happy to return back to it and i think that's all that matters

i feel like my old life is dead. i mean, it is in the past. but it's crazy how only four months on the other side will make me feel like there's a bigger disconnect between the before and after. it feels more like four years have passed by.

making friends is hard af. it's like online dating. you gotta meet a shit ton of people just to find a few that you like. and the ones you do like also have a lot of other choices waiting for them. you gotta schedule something again within the next week at least before the opportunity drops off into the abyss. and then on top of it, you gotta deal with ghosting and people who just want to use you for something. it's fucking exhausting. I've met a few cool ppl and a few potentials i think? like there's no shortage of people to hang with but i still feel a bit like an alien when i go to these group things.

life is so short. and everything can be taken from you at any moment.

i can't believe i had a celery juice phase earlier this year. like what the fuck kind of dark spot was i in LOL

something tells me i need to run after these rays of happiness because we're closing in on the end of everything [again].

#ten thoughts #musings #10 #thoughts #excerpt from a book i'll never write