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baku-writes · 3 years

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Izuku x reader x Bakugou izuku loves reader and Uraraka and reader is tired of being his second choice and pulls herself out of the equation only to see Katsuki was the person for her and she explores that years later Deku tries to ask her out since Uraraka left him and Katsuki steps in telling him he can’t manipulate her or something like that thank youuu!!

Sure thing!!! Deku might be a lil out of character bc in reality he is such a soft bean but LESSGOOO.

Bakugou x fem!reader, deku x fem!reader, deku x ochako

TW: cheating, angst, a bit spicy at the end

Angst to fluff 🐜💞

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!!!💞💞💞

(I think the art was by @mkm_storage on twitter, but I can't completely remember, sorry )<33

He wants her

Summary: during your time at UA you always were second choice to Midoriya, you knew he 'loved' you but he also loved ochako. After a nasty break up bakugo becomes the man you always desired and the man to protect you. Even when izuku comes crawling back....

Deku was one of your first friends at UA, along with Bakugo. He was strong, smart and exceptionally kind. Plus, his motivation to become the number one was always something to be admired.

You saw yourself as average. Your quirk was good, but not enough to be the top of the class. You could pass all the tests, but you weren't the smartest in the class. Even when it come to athletics you could out perform some, but never beat the people at the top. People like midoriya, bakugo and todoroki were unreachable to you.

Suprisingly, you didn't last ot get you down. You worked hard and accomplished things due to it, your goal was to save people. Not make competition between classmates. So instead, you would attempt to help people out. Mainly deku.

That is how you two began dating, one day during a study session in his room he asked you out. And you obviously agreed. He was amazing and so kind.

But something was nagging you at the back of your mind...

Uraraka....

Don't get me wrong, she was lovely. She never hurt you and instead was always there for you. The two of you would hang out and go shopping together, even training together whilst spilling secrets and crushes. You knew she liked him and she knew you liked him too... it was a tricky situation but it would be stupid of you to deny his confession, right?

It was almost 2 years into your relationship, if you could even call it that. Nothing seemed to scream "boyfriend and girlfriend". No hugs, no kisses and no affection. To be honest, many people in your own class didn't know the two of you were even together.

But one if the few that did was Bakugo. He knew how you felt... he could see it written all over your face. You were unhappy and overall anxious about your relationship. Not that you would ever admit that.

He also knew about Uraraka... how you knew about the affection being given to her by YOUR boyfriend, how you tried to keep them distant due to the fear of being replaced. How they kept you distant, but still close enough to be hurt by everything...

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*BAKUGO POV*

'Fucking disgusting' Bakugo thought, he sat in the back of the classroom.

He was 10 minutes early, but Kaminari wouldn't give him peace if he weren't in class. To his surprise Deku arrived early too, looking a little bit anxious and also... expectant?? Was he waiting for someone? It was pretty rare you would get to class early, you were known for sleeping in and arriving late by a couple of minutes...

A few second rolled around and then she entered. The 'best friend' who made you Deku's second choice, without you even fully realising it. But why were they alone.... usually you would be close by, standing in the corner and watching dead-eyed as you wait for your turn of affection. The turn that rarely came unless you threatened to leave.

As if he weren't there, the two started hugging talking and even blushing. Uraraka sat on Deku's desk and giggled at the slightest breath that would escape the nerds mouth. He didn't care about what they were speaking about. Until....

"You know Deku, we should hang out some time? Maybe have a coffee date." A small goggle escaped her mouth as her pink cheeks become more pronounced. Her legs swayed enthusiastically as Deku nodded without a word, his face crimson red and eyes wide.

Did he fucking forget he had a girlfriend? Or is he a scumbag?

Just as he was about to scream bloody murder at deku, he noticed you stood in the door way. Your demeanor uncharacteristically cold and threatening. The room felt heavy as deafening silence replaced the irritating giggles escaping Ochako's mouth....

*Y/N POV*

This was the final fucking straw...

You have been waiting outside your classroom for a minute now and all that can be heard is your 'best friends' giggling and your boyfriends flirtatious talking. You pelaed your head around the corner only to hear

"You know Deku, we should hang out some time? Maybe have a coffee date." And giggles escape the man stealing brunettes mouth.

And what made your blood run cold was his reaction. Fucking nodding. Blushing. Eyes wide. Obviously excited for the date.

You knew you were second choice. You always knew he would put hero work before you, studying before you. And even stronger girls before you. Ever since the two of you started dating that was a prominent factor in your relationship. But you still tried... so hard. You tried so hard to keep the love together, to grasp onto the memories you two had. To keep gluing the shattered pieces of your heart together each time he would push you aside for your own friend...

Sadness quickly turned to anger. You were pissed. Nearly 2 years of NOTHING. Everything was a waste, god why were you so naive. Thinking a boy so wound up in his fantasy would love you like you loved him. Thinking your best friend wouldn't go behind your back just to be with him. Thinking he would decline her even though it was obvious he liked her too.

Hah "too". Could you even say he ever liked you? Or did he pretend he liked you? Maybe he did like you.... but if he did why would he do this? If he didn't like you why would he waste your time?

You were angry and confused. And you have had enough.

That's when you were noticed by bakugo, uraraka and deku. You didn't care if your other close friend Bakugo was there, you could tell by the look on his face that he was going to lose his shit and scream at them. But this was your relationship. You were going to make all hell go lose. And you don't care if others see it. The more humiliating, the better. Just like he humiliated you.

"A date, huh?" Yous started off, calmly. This brought surprise to everyone in the room, you were talking almost as if it was girl gossip and talking about crushes. Like it was an activity you were excited to hear about.

But when you didn't get a response.... your face turned sour.

"Really a fucking date? You seem to be forgetting that I am your girlfriend" you time raised as you walked over to the two traitors. "You know what, fuck that thought. I was your girlfriend. But Hah, NOT ANYMORE!"

"You really think I didn't have the slightest idea what was going on? You think that I am thick enough to think you two would leave each other alone, huh? To not keep my eyes on you? You two are both scumbags. Ones a friend who has knew about my crush on you months before she admitted hers to anyone, and my EX-boyfriend who thought I wouldn't know about being the sidechick. "

Bakugo stared in amazement. He has never seen you so confident before, especially if you've just been hurt.

You took a breather.

"We're done, I refuse to be your second option Midoriya. I've wasted so much time on your ass, and I regret every second of it."

"Y/N wait, please. Clam down, it's alla misunderstanding. I love you both, I just need time to figu-"

"SHUT YOUR TRAP NERD!" Bakugo snapped, ramming his chair backs and standing up, his hands shoved in his pockets as he walked over to you. "She's wasted two years on your ungrateful ass, enjoy your little date shitty nerd."

"Y/N... I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was doi-" tears welled up in ochako eyes....

Guilt tripping, really? Could she not even face her own consequences without crying about it?

"Can it Uraraka. We are done too, I don't want to be friends with a man stealer."

And with that you and Bakugo left the room, leaving the two traitors to their own devices. Hoping they enjoy their little 'date'.

Little did you know, yours and Bakugos friendship would kindle onto something warmer, larger and more loving. After 6 months of being single, he confessed to you and promised to be there for you and never leave your side.

And he stuck with that promise. He never replaced you. He never made you a side chick. He did show affection to you (mostly in privacy where he could be open, but it was still more than Midoriya would ever show).

He made you feel loved, he even studied with you and bumped your grades from B's to A's. And that isn't even brushing on the fact that he made your quirky stronger. Ofcourse the two of you had some issues, like every couple, however he would apologise (it takes him a while, but he actually does apologise) and give you positive affirmations of being enough.

You loved him.

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*TIME SKIP!!!! PRO HERO GALA. Deku isnumber 1 hero, bakugo is number 2 hero and you are number 7 hero!!*

It was a beautiful night, you and bakugo had both moved up a rank. Placing him in the second rank and you in the 7th rank. It was a night to be celebrated, and a night for the two if you to celebrate your anniversary. The two of you had been dating for 5 years now (you were both 22) and still going strong.

Both of you looked amazing; your H/C hair perfectly styled, a small amount of makeup precisely placed onto your face and your crimson dress flowed elegantly down your body.

And let's just say Katsuki was looking fine as hell too; his suit fit tightly against his muscles, rippling and stretching with each moves. He wore a crimson tie, the same colour as your dress, which can unusual for Katsuki due to his odd undying hatred for ties.

His hair was also neatly trimmed into an undercut, a faint scar running along his scar due to a previous villain attack. But some things never change, like the scowl that adorned his face.

The dancing had just finished and pro-heros gathered in groups to chat amongst themselves. However, you had a different thought in mind.

You hadn't eaten all day, the only thing in your digestive system was half a slice of toast that you managed to eat for breakfast. But the food placed along the tables on the far side of the hall looked mouth wateringly good.

"Katsuki, I'm going to go get a bite to eat, okay?"you murmered, planting a soft kiss on his cheek before scurrying over the the food.

You turned around, painting the nicest smile you could muster. The sight of his face boiled your blood as memories of your neglectful relationship crossed your mind.

You began placing the food on your small styrofoam plate until you heard a small familiar voice behind you-

"Hey Y/N, long time no see." Fuck it was Midoriya. A small nervous giggle escaped his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck.

His face still boiled your blood as you remembered the time you wasted in the neglectful relationship. His false act of kindness made your stomach twist in violent anger.

That was until you realised he was alone. Uraraka was no where in sight, you don't even think she turned up to the pro-hero gala. It was probably down to her most recent embarrassment, being caught cheating again on the number one hero with her most recent sidekick.

"Yeah. I see you're the number 1 hero now. You finally got there in the end."

Keep your cool y/n. You have Katsuki now, Deku can't do shit to you anymore.

"Yep, it took a lot. And Kacchan in the number 2 now, huh? That's great!"

The two of you paused. The tension in the air was thick, you could probably cut it with a knife.

"Hey, uhhh, Y/N. I'm really sorry about what happened between the two of us," he hung his head down and stuffed his hands in his pockets, his voice low. " I was wondering if we could start over, maybe get back in touch, ya know? We could start again, get back together. I've reached my goal now, nothings stopping us."

His headshot back up as he looked into your eyes. Your face morphed into one of shock. Did this asshole really just ask if you two could start fresh?

"I know we ended on bad terms Y/N, and I know you are with kacchan right now but I really miss you. I can do so much better for you, I have more money. More land. A higher ranking. I could even boost your ranks."

He paused and you placed the plate of food onto the table, getting ready to possibly smack this bitch.

"I know what Kacchan is like, he is toxic and you don't look happy. Do you not miss me? Remember the time we went on a picnic and you couldn't stop laughing? He can't give that to you. Kacchan can't give anything to yo-"

A firm hand grasped his shoulder and tugged Midoriya far enough back so they could be face to face.

"K-kacchan."

"The fuck are you doing near my girlfriend, Deku?"

A low growl rumbled from Katsuki's throat as he stared down into Midoriya's eyes, his grip tightening.

"I asked a question moron, answer it. "

"I, uhhh. I was g-getting to know them a bit more." Midoriya glanced over to you, as if asking for help, but instead you crossed your arms and shook your head.

"He was trying to get back with me Katsuki, and decided to trash talk you along the way."

The audible gulp that left Midoriya's throat made a low chuckle rumble from within Katsuki.

"I'm going to give you 5 seconds to piss off outta 'ere before I blast your ass. And speak to my girl again and there will be consequences." Katsuki let go of Midoriya (who was now visibly shaken). "Now get lost."

Deku scrambled away, his composure completely lost as some pro-heros starednin confusion, only to go back to talking within their little groups.

"You okay, princess?" Katsuki steadily walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and planting a kiss to your forehead.

"I'll be fine, it was just a surprise that's all." You sighed, letting out the shaky breath and relaxing your tense muscles.

"Let's go home, I'll give you a better night to remember."

A smirk made it's way onto your boyfriends lips as one hand squeezed your ass.

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I am back from my break!! Sorry this took a while, I was dealing with my mental health but it's finally finished!! I hope it is what you wanted. 💞💞

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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Solitude.

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested: by @hotsauceonabiscuit

AU where Loki owns a bookshop. Asgardians have found safety in norway I’d have a feeling he’d want to be somewhat distant because of everything. The solitude and occasional judgement of patrons would be enough or so he thought until the reader steps inside for the first time.

Warnings: None

Summary: A few years after the final battle, Loki is doing well in Norway having opened his own library on the outskirts of the new Asgard. He barely has any visitors and he is content with the life he is living. What happens when he meets Y/N, one of the maids working for Valkyrie?

Author’s Note: Hey peeps, I’m back! Thank you for the prompt, @hotsauceonabiscuit, I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you like it, sorry I’m posting it so late! Please read and enjoy, everyone :)

Y/H/C - Your Hair Colour

Y/E/C - Your Eye Colour

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The bell above the door rang, alerting Loki that someone was in his library. Loki had been a librarian ever since Thor and Valkyrie established a new Asgard in Norway. Thor was off with the Avengers, while Valkyrie became their new ruler.

He was tired of the royal life, which is why he opened a library on the outskirts of the city. He had customers, yes, but a very low number of them. Most of them were repetitive. As he stood in the aisle, wondering who it could be, a soft voice rang throughout the place.

"Hello? Is anyone here? I'll come later if the place is closed." This was someone he had never heard before. Blinking, he walked over to the receptionist's desk to see a petite woman standing there, looking around the place in awe. She had Y/H/C hair and a very, very pretty face.

"Excuse me." She averted her eyes from the aisles and looked at him. "Oh, your majesty! I didn't know you owned this place," she chuckled nervously, looking at him with anxious eyes. "Who are you?" he found himself asking, feeling an emotion he hadn't felt in a long time.

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I work with Her Majesty at the castle. Um, do you have any fiction books? You know, mortal fiction," she stammered. A smile lifted his face. "Follow me." He heard her heaving a sigh of relief as she followed him.

"This is a very nice place," she commented, "You must have tons of people swarming the library! I mean, look— the neatly arranged aisles, all genre-sorted… if I could live here, I definitely would." He laughed softly at her words. "You're very welcome, my flat is upstairs," he winked, which made her blush. Even that was adorable.

"Here you are, mortal fiction," he declared as they stood alone in an aisle. "Thank you! Will it be okay if I stay here to read? I'm on a break and I really don't want to spend it at the castle." He frowned at her words. "You're very welcome to stay, miss. Why not at the castle, if I may ask?"

"The other servants there are very, very boring. They don't like books and I can't hold a conversation with any of them." He laughed once more at her honesty. "I used to face the same problem growing up. No one around me was as invested in books as I was." Both of them shook their heads.

"My father and mother used to both work with the All-Father. He was in the army and she was Her Majesty Frigga's maid. I come from a peasant family and therefore, have no access to the royal library. Still, my mother somehow managed to bring books home and that's where my love for them began."

He nodded attentively at her words, glad to have finally found someone who loved solitude and books as much as he did. "That's a brilliant story, darling. Well, I'll leave you alone now, have fun reading. I'll be at the receptionist's desk if you need anything."

"Thanks a bunch, Your Majesty," Y/N grinned at him, clutching the book to her bosom. "Loki will do, Lady Y/L/N," he smiled back. "Same, you can call me Y/N."

With that, Loki left her side and walked back to the receptionist's desk. Y/N found a cozy couch in between two aisles and sat down, getting into her favourite reading position— curled against one corner of the couch, legs pulled up to her chest.

There was silence in the small library afterwards. Y/N sat reading her book, which was the second installment of a book series she started with a month ago. She couldn't find the book anywhere, until one of her coworkers had spoken about there being a library on the outskirts of the city.

She had decided to try her luck here, actually being successful. Loki looked up from his work, distracted by Y/N's presence. Where had he heard the last name before? Y/L/N. His eyes suddenly widened with realization. That's right! Her father was the army and was good friends with Thor. That's where he knew the last name from!

He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to keep himself from groaning. Why was Y/N so captivating? A few hours passed before he heaved a huge sigh and got up, giving in to his mind's requests.

Ask her out for a coffee.

Looking around the place, he finally found her seated on his favourite couch, attentively reading the book. "Y/N?" Startled, she looked up. "Oh, Loki, sir. What brings you here?"

"Just came to check on you. Enjoying the book?" he asked, giving her a strained smile. Just ask her out, Loki, what could go wrong? "Very much! I read the first one a month ago, couldn't find the second one after that. Your library is awesome!" she gushed, grinning. He nodded with appreciation.

"How long does your break last?"

At that, her eyes went comically wide. "Oh no, my break time ended an hour ago!" she panicked, bolting upright. "Let me walk you back to the castle," he offered, surprising himself. "I would love that, thank you. Mind if I take the book back with me? I promise I'll return it tomorrow."

"Yes, you may keep the book, Y/N. Come." The two left the library. As they walked, Y/N resumed reading the book. Loki glanced at her, a small smile blooming on his face. She looked adorable as she disregarded the world around her, her attention grasped by the book.

How did he get attached to her so quickly?

A few meters ahead, Loki noticed a puddle in front of Y/N. He pulled her in by the waist, making her walk around the puddle. She glanced at him, then at the puddle next to her. "Thanks," she whispered, blushing furiously.

Y/N also liked Loki. Had liked him for nearly 15 years in mortal time. She was a teenager when her father had taken her to the castle to meet the King, the Queen and the Princes. Thor knew her father personally; they fought in wars together, he had a high rank.

As soon as she had taken a look at Loki, she was smitten. She knew it was wrong— a prince and a peasant girl? Pfft, as if. She was sure he didn't even remember her. "You're welcome. Maybe keep the book away?"

"Why would I, if you're here with me?" she mumbled distractedly, burying her face in her book once again. Loki, meanwhile, sported a huge smirk on his face at her words. She did have a point. His arm tightened around her waist and they continued their walk to the castle.

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"Loki, what are you doing here?" Valkyrie blinked as he walked into the courtroom, looking around. "Nice place," he commented instead of answering her. Wow, he had been away from the castle for nearly 6 years, he realized. She simply raised her eyebrow at him. "Fine," he huffed, "I came to drop someone off."

"Who?" Valkyrie questioned, confused. "One your maids, Y/N. She was at my library during her break time, lost track of time," he answered, leaning against a pillar. Everyone else in the room only stared at him.

"Oh, Y/N, I know her. She loves reading, reminds me a lot of you," Valkyrie chuckled. "You're not mad at her? You know, she took an extra hour of break," he asked slowly. "Of course not. We have a lot of people working here, one person missing isn't going to stop anything," she shrugged.

"You're right about that. Well, I bid you adieu, I must go," he sighed, giving her a resigned smile, "It was good to see you again." She smiled back at him. "Likewise. Goodbye," she called out as he turned to leave.

Outside the castle, he saw Y/N. She was with a few of her coworkers, chatting. "Y/N!" It was now or never. All of them looked at him. "Loki," she greeted just as enthusiastically, waving. He didn't miss the way the others immediately started whispering amongst themselves.

"I need to ask you something," he said quietly, holding his hand out. She took it and he led her away from the group. He didn't let go even when they were in private. "What?" Y/N's blush returned. "Will you go on a date with me?" he whispered, staring intently into her beautiful Y/E/C eyes.

"Oh, Loki, sir, I will be honored," she gasped, covering her face with her hand. Had Loki just asked her out on a date? He wished to court her? "That's brilliant. Why don't we return to the library?" he smirked, bringing her hand to his lips. "But— my work—"

"One person missing isn't going to stop anything," he shrugged, repeating Valkyrie's words. "Her Majesty might fire me," Y/N expressed worriedly. "She won't, trust me. Shall we?" Well, he was close with her. "Let's go," she chuckled, leaning on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

Her coworkers simply stared at her in shock as the two left without another word, hand in hand. Y/N giggled at their flabbergasted expressions, not believing the fact that she was actually going on a date with the man she had had a crush on for a long, long time.

She was glad she discovered the small library on the outskirts of Asgard.

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benedictscanvas · 4 years

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etched in permanent marker - spencer reid x reader

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: This is so fluffy it might make you smile, fair warning

A/N: Well, I worked super hard on this today because my love @justkurotingz requested it and I couldn’t bear to leave her waiting! Also, I just ADORE this idea of hers and couldn’t wait to get started. Thank you for all your wonderful feedback and for inundating me with requests! I will get through them all as quickly as I can. Enjoy lovelies :)

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(ways to say i love you) number 12 = “take my jacket, it’s cold outside & number 14 = “can I have this dance?”

“You just add a sprinkle of turmeric, Julie, it’ll change your life!”

There was a chorus of tinkling laughter around the group, and you joined in as best you could even though you felt like you were slowly withering away. Strauss had waved you over to this little circle when you had accidentally arrived much earlier than your team had agreed upon, and now you were stuck here until they arrived. Strauss insisted as she steered you through the crowds that were beginning to form in the hall that these would be vital contacts as you worked your way through the ranks at the bureau.

If these were the contacts you would need, then you didn’t think you wanted to make your way through the bureau in the first place. You were perfectly happy with the BAU, regardless.

There was suddenly a hand on your shoulder and you turned to shrug off whatever FBI hotshot wanted your attention now, but relaxed when you saw Morgan at your side.

“I’m so sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but I just need to whisk Y/N away for a moment,” he smiled that charming smile, before turning you away from them without giving them time to respond and leading you with his hand still on your shoulder towards the rest of the team, whispering as you went, “You owe me one.”

“I definitely do,” you replied readily, with a little chuckle, “You saved my ass back there, I think I was about to fall asleep on the spot.”

Derek laughed as you both arrived at the little circle the BAU team had made upon arrival.

“Y/N!” Emily greeted you with a hug, “You look incredible! You were here early, I assume?”

“I was,” you groaned, “I didn’t notice how early I was when I came in.”

“Strauss caught you?” Hotch asked, a small smirk on his face as you nodded, “Bad luck.”

“Yeah, well, I’m where I belong now,” you beamed, “And the plan still stands right? Form a circle for the night and not speak to anyone else?”

“That’s certainly my plan,” Rossi said with a grimace as he glanced around the room, already sipping a drink even though you had no idea where he got it from, “You’re the only people I can tolerate in this room.”

“We’re glad you tolerate us, Dave,” you said, making everyone laugh, before you noticed a specific absence from the group that you should have noticed sooner, “Wait, where’s Spencer?”

“We assumed he’d arrive with you,” JJ said pointedly, raising her eyebrows and you pressed your lips together to suppress your grin at her words. You and Spencer were still a relatively new item, but the feelings you had for each other were anything but new. The team had been invested in you being together for years. So had you, if you were honest.

“He offered to pick me up, but I decided it wouldn’t look great to everyone else who was here,” you said shrugging, checking the door in the hopes of seeing him arriving. He must be late.

“Since when have you cared what these people think of you?” Derek asked, confused, as Emily nodded her agreement. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t, trust me,” you said grimly, “But I also can’t be bothered with the questions. You know what some of them are like.”

“What some of who are like?” a voice came from your beside your ear and you turned to see the only missing piece in the circle, your face brightening of its own accord. You wrapped your arm around his back lightly, not enough to draw attention to the two of you and pressed a kiss to his cheek in greeting. He was grinning already.

“You look handsome, Doctor,” you said teasingly, straightening his bowtie one hand, the other still resting on his back as you shuffled to allow him into your closed off circle in the corner of the large room. He always looked smart, but you weren’t sure you had ever seen him in an actual tuxedo before. This event was far too fancy for both of your tastes, but you couldn’t deny that it was a silver lining seeing him all dressed up. “And you look beautiful,” he murmured softly, looking down at you before his eyes met yours with a newfound glint in them, “I think red is my favourite colour on you.”

You tried not to look too pleased with his compliment, instead just looking away bashfully and squeezing his arm before returning both hands to your sides again. You had maybe worn the floor-length strappy red number for his benefit. When you returned your focus to your team, suddenly aware of their presence once again, all you saw were amused smiles on their faces and a very large grin on Garcia’s as she nudged Morgan beside her repeatedly.

“Where’d you get your drink, Dave?” you asked, in a thinly veiled attempt to change the subject which of course your extremely accomplished profiling friends saw right through. Luckily, they were willing to switch topics too, as Dave waved down one of the waiters and everyone grabbed their drinks from the tray.

You talked about every topic under the sun, except from work, which Emily swiftly banned once Hotch had begun speaking about your latest case. JJ and Hotch talked about raising their boys, Emily and Morgan had an argument that you couldn’t quite work out the origin of whilst you, Dave, Spencer and Garcia talked about what books you had been reading (or in Dave’s case, writing) recently.

When Garcia began asking Dave about his experiences with crazy fans and you and Spencer were merely listening, you felt his hand on your back and his breath on your ear.

“You want to get some fresh air?” he asked lowly and you merely nodded as the two of you excused yourselves and ignored any knowing looks from the rest of your team. Spencer’s hand on the small of your back led you through crowds that had multiplied significantly over the last hour. You hadn’t even noticed how many people were in this room, having been so wrapped up in your own team and avoiding everyone else, but now that you had noticed you were glad to be heading out for a little while.

Just as you and Spencer made it outside and the cool air hit your bare arms, he was shrugging off his suit jacket and draping it around your shoulders.

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside,” he said kindly and you looked up at him with grateful eyes, adjusting the jacket. It swamped your shoulders luckily, and there was no chance of it slipping off. Now that you were outside, you grabbed hold of his hands and linked your fingers together, laughing as he swung your arms between the two of you as you took the few steps down from the building, until you were stood in the car park.

“Look,” you whispered, pointing upwards as you stared at the map of stars above your head, twinkling amongst the beautiful darkness. There wasn’t a time in your life that hadn’t been made better by a blanket of stars in a clear night’s sky.

“I didn’t realise we’d been here so long,” he mused, staring up just like you, pulling you into his side a little so that you and your jacket covered arm huddled against his sleeve. When you took your eyes off the stars and looked at him, the awe in his eyes brought out the awe in your own, but yours was directed at him. Always at him.

“Hey,” you said softly to get his attention, and he gave it instantly, looking down on you with soft eyes and a smile that warmed you more than any jacket ever would, “Can I have this dance?”

His brow furrowed and he tilted his head at you.

“What dance?” he asked genuinely, looking around the two of you, “Y/N, we’re in a parking lot.”

“Can’t you hear it?” you asked right back, encouraging him to strain, “There’s always music around if you listen hard enough.”

He looked even more confused at that statement.

“I’m not sure that’s strictly true, angel,” he said, clearly unsure but you simply let go of his hand and turned to face him properly. You slipped your arms into the sleeves of his jacket properly before running your hands up his arms and winding them around his neck.

“Just-” you sighed contently as his hands found your waist, arms wrapping around you just like they were meant to, “Dance with me anyway? Music or not?”

“You know I’ll do whatever you ask of me, right?” it was a rhetorical question, one that only made you pull him closer and press your cheek to his chest, listening to the slightly unsteady beat of his heart. It made you smile, a little proud smile that you were the reason his heart was beating faster than usual. Yours was too, but he couldn’t hear it and you were thankful. If he knew just how much of an effect he had on you, just how much he meant to you, you weren’t sure how he would take it.

You loved him. Naturally. You hadn’t told him yet, not because you didn’t want to say it first, or because you were scared he wouldn’t return the sentiment but mainly just because it was too early to be saying such things in any normal relationship. But when had your relationship with Spencer ever been normal?

It hadn’t been normal when he span you around in his desk chair at work wildly when it was just the two of you left in the office. It hadn’t been normal when he fell asleep with his head on your shoulder and you had gotten so excited that he had become so comfortable with you that you nearly cried. It hadn’t been normal when he kissed you out of the blue on a case just because you’d made an incredible breakthrough and then instantly looked like he’d made a horrible mistake.

“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves,” you said as you swayed together, still pressed against his chest with his chin resting on the top of your head gently, “William Shakespeare.”

“You know, that’s actually a misquote of Shakespeare,” he replied and you laughed into him, the feeling reverberated around his chest and leaving butterflies in its wake.

“Pretty misquote, though.”

“Yeah, it is pretty,” he agreed, moving his hands up from your waist and pulling your arms from around his neck, holding them both in his hands, “Not as pretty as you.”

He let go of one of your hands and held his arm up, laughing as you caught his drift and twirled underneath it, then returned to his arms like you’d never left.

With some coordination you didn’t really know he had, he span you out and away him, until you were stood at arms’ length to each other and staring into each others’ eyes, laughing the whole time, before he span you back into him, landing with your back to his chest. You returned to the swaying, with his arms wrapped around your waist and your hands resting on his arms as you closed your eyes and leaned your head back onto him.

“I love you, Spencer,” you said, sounding like you were in a dream, which part of you thought you might be. You never thought you’d say it first. There was a long drawn out silence and you panicked. Maybe you shouldn’t have said it first. Maybe Spencer wasn’t quite ready for you to love him yet.

Before you panicked for too long, which he could feel in the way you clutched his arms a little tighter, he turned you around on your heel so you were facing him and wrapped his arms tight around your waist, bringing you chest to chest and your feet almost off the floor.

“You stole the words right out of my mouth,” he mumbled, stealing a kiss, “I love you, angel. There’s no one else I’d dance in a parking lot with.”

“I know,” you giggled, leaning up to kiss him again, hands in his hair. He picked you up properly, a little surprised noise escaped which he swallowed with his kiss, pulling you as close as he could. When he set you back on your feet, everything felt like jelly and you were glad that he kept his tight grip on your waist.

“Any chance we can join you?”

It was Morgan. You looked over your shoulder, seeing as Spencer wasn’t letting go of you anytime soon and saw the entire team stood there, looking at the two of you with love in their eyes and, in JJ’s case, tears in their eyes as well. You shook your head at her as you laughed and she wiped them away with a laugh of her own.

“In our embrace?” you asked, eyebrows raised, “That would be a no.”

Morgan rolled his eyes fondly at you but Garcia took her phone out of her pocket and pressed a button. Soon, some smooth music began playing out of the phone speaker, which she turned up to the max volume and put in Morgan’s back pocket.

“Could we join the dancing then?” she asked excitedly and when you nodded, she grabbed Morgan in an instant and pulled him into a dance, slapping him playfully when he mouthed for you and Spencer to help him. He got into it quickly though, spinning Garcia around and laughing when she squealed with delight. You rested a hand on Spencer’s chest and leaned your head against his as you watched your friends.

Dave offered a hand to Emily, which she took with a teasing curtsy and they ended up in a very traditional waltz position which made Spencer giggle and you swatted him to stop him, whispering that it was cute.

Hotch was difficult to persuade, but JJ practically pulled him over to the others until he relented, and when he did, only you and Spencer saw his secret smile as he swayed with JJ. The two of you watched your friends for a few seconds, chuckling when they laughed and when they span. Eventually, Spencer turned you back to him.

“You see all this?” he made sure to speak softly so the others didn’t hear him, “Our whole team, even Hotch, are dancing to Garcia’s music under the stars in a parking lot because of you.”

You stared up at him and saw that same awe he held for the stars directed right at you. It was difficult not to just grin at him forever.

“I guess they are, yeah.”

“You know why?” he asked and you shook your head, “Because any regular day can be made so special just by you being there. It’s one of the reasons I love you.”

“One of the reasons?” you said, a little cheeky shimmer in your eye that made him kiss you chastely despite the rest of the team being right there. When he pulled away his eyes were a bit darker than they had been.

“I’ll tell you the rest when we get home,” he said lowly.

You giggled like a schoolgirl and kissed him again. But then you had a thought that made you pause.

“Spencer,” you said seriously, the tone shifting because you couldn’t help but say it, “Promise me you’ll keep this memory forever. That whenever I ask, you’ll be able to tell me every little detail.”

He grinned at you, beginning to sway to the music once again and revelling in the content sigh it earned him from you.

“Couldn’t forget it if I tried, angel.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid

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cinnamonruts · 3 years

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03 | what, oh, what will the results be

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT → 1.2 k

SERIE MASTERLIST → PREVIOUS | NEXT

“YOU WILL GET IN, just wait and see.” mum reassures for the umpteenth time this past week and a half. The unease not coming off your face as you shove another chip in your mouth.

Zapping to the next channel, “We don’t know that.” you deny, shaking your head. A warm hand gently rubs your head, “Of course we do. You went in, got points, helped a boy out in spite of your own points. That must count for something.”

“Yeah, a loss of points.”

A frown now etching on the mature women face, “Never regret your decisions.”

“I don’t. I would have done the same thing again,” slapping your hands over your face, “I just want them to give the results already, this is agony.” you groan, dragging your hands down your face.

“( Y/N )! ( Y/N )! O’Ne-chan!”

Your brother runs into the room, almost slamming against the trophy case as he does so. Falling to his knees by the slip of his socks he holds up an envelope, “It came in, it came in the mail!”

Raising a brow at him, he shoves the letter so far up your face you can’t even read it. Wiping your salted fingers on your joggers. Before taking it from his grasp, the red wax is melted to the press of the heroic school stamping the letter to a close.

Taking it all in, you wonder how the Hell they fitted everything you need from this envelope, “It’s so… small.” you mumble.

“Maybe they send the big letter later?” mum tries. Which ( b/n ) nods to, “They do, they send in video chatters now, and a paper for your hero costume.”

Nodding, you swallow thickly. Not that surprised by ( b/n ) knowledge on how the school works; as it is his current hyper fixation. Taking out the metal chatter, placing it on the coffee table you look among your small family, “Everyone ready?”

“Just do it already, I can’t hold it anymore!” your brother burst out. Taking a deep breath you move your hand to make U.A. decision known and taking you out of your misery. Only to have your hand be grasped gently, “Honey,”

You could already envision what she would say; We got this, no matter what. We will find a way to make it, together, as a family.

“you are going to be an amazing hero.” she said, it was a refreshingly positive statement. It was so her. Still, her soft smile and nervous eyes make it known that she is just as unsure as you feel right now.

Squeezing her hand, a small reassuring smile tucks up your lips, “I guess we will see.” you mumble. As ( b/n ) presses the video on; a bright light comes emitted from it, the number one hero is now virtually present in your living room.

“It’s All Might!” ( b/n ) all call out in surprise. Before he waves his hands around, shushing us, while he was the only one screaming at his appearance.

Deciding against responding, you all focus back on the virtual hero, “I am here as a projection!” he calls out, moving back to be in a better frame, “Actually I came to this town to work at U.A.”

“All Might will be your teacher!”

Biting your lip, you stay silent to hear his next words, “You passed your written exam with flying colours, placing in the top ten by doing so.” he reveals.

Making all your brows raise at the statement, definitely not having expected a high ranking with how badly you felt you did it, “That’s already one.” mum whispers rubbing your shoulders.

“At the physical exam you managed to get twenty-three villain points,” All Might continues, making your shoulders falter at his less than optimistic tone, “sadly that is not enough.”

Tears are ready to spill out of your eyes at his statement, as your brother sits frozen and mum is at a loss of words, “But worry not!” he calls out, smiling at the camera and by extension you.

“You saved a young man, bringing him to safety when he could not get himself there.” the yellow-haired man reminds you, wiping your eyes you nod at the words being spoken, “Such an act of heroism is exactly what we look for at U.A. So, indeed we have a system in place for moments like these.”

Making your head snap back up, “Your heroic actions will be rewarded by forty-nine points.” the man smiles. Revealing a tv from behind him, “Bringing your grand total to seventy-four points.”

Holding in your breath, your mother holds even tighter to your shoulders, as the hero reveals a list of names that are forge into you. Villain and rescue points are next to each other showing the grand total.

“That’s you!” ( b/n ) calls out, the tears freely falling from his cheeks as he points at your name standing next to the number three.

Letting the camera panned back to the symbol of peach, he holds his hand out to you, “Welcome to U.A, Young ( l/n )-Shojo.”

Staying silent for a moment, all of you taking in the rollercoaster that just happened. Busting out in tears, you wipe them away as best as you can with your brother clinging to you. Now letting out a wail of relief himself, “I got in!” you cried.

“You did it!”

Wrapping your arms around him, you press a kiss to the top of his head, “And we should celebrate.” the voice of your mother says.

Turning to her, she holds a blue and yellow iced cake, “How—” you start to ask, “I just knew.” she smiled, the same previously identified as unsure eyes are actually more sure than anything.

Placing the plates down as she starts cutting the cake, “If you two clean up the snacks and letter, I will get the cake ready.” she offers.

Nodding, both of you jump up. Closing the chips, you take the video chip from the table. Opening the trophy case, you move your team picture a bit back, “Move it.” you mumble to the gymnastic trophy, placing the metal on it.

Letting your brother place the letter behind it, letting the red stamp take the stage. Sighing happily, the two of you move back, closing the glass closet.

Walking on air as you zoom back to the table. Letting your brother catch up at his own time as you start eating the delicious cake. Taking a seat next to you, he opens his notebook. Pulling you into his world, “I got some designs ready for your hero suit! You can definitely add some things but I think this will work best for the summer. For winter we definitely need to think of something else—”

The older women looked over her two children, smiling gently as she watches her firstborn not along to her younger brother. Wiping the blue icing off her cheek.

Letting her slip into a serenity, finally completely content with how everything is in their little three-member family.

“Mum?” You ask, making the women blink a couple of times before she is grounded back, Mum? You still there?” ( b/n ) asks, stuffing his mouth full of cake.

“Yeah,” nodding as she lovingly strokes your head, “just watching my babies.” mum coos. Making your nose crinkle, “We are not babies!”

“You will always be my baby.”

A/N: WE GOT INTO UA, WE GOT INTO UA, *boogie boogie* what u think?????????? LET ME KNOW

in the next chapter you can expect;

- THE FIRST DAY OF UA,

- AND BAKUHOES INTRODUCTION!!!!!!

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#canary #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x reader slowburn #mha x reader #mha x you #mha x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #bnha fluff #mha fluff #bakugou fluff #bakugou comfort #bnha comfort #mha comfort #bakugou x reader fluff

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jiangwanyinscatmom · 3 years

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I just found a chengxian blog and checked out a fanfic - just to see how they worked around wangxian - I’m always curious and sometimes this kind of thing gives me insight I didn’t realise was present - but jfc, the delusion is real.

Now I know, it’s bad form to go look for this stuff and shit on a ship, and I’m not shitting on the very concept of chengxian. Hell, before the fall of LP, I could even see something? Something unhealthy and all sorts of unbalanced but okay sure. And AUs of course. Either way, to each their own.

But these post-resurrection or even worse, post canon fics are hilarious.

Because suddenly we’re all forgetting just how gone WWX is for LWJ because they have similar interests (music and literature), morals (you know, being good) and have always been equals (in talent) - and instead we have WWX being a miserable drunk and hating CR because LWJ gives in too easily, he doesn’t have enough pushback to stimulate him (are we forgetting how this relationship started?) and it just baffles me.

Why it baffles me is the lack of awareness. Do they actually believe this? I mean, I’ve read some XiYao fics and some of those shippers are very well aware of the effed up dynamics at play. Sure, they mess around with it, give Yao some benefit of the doubt, make a lot of canon divergences, but these guys just see everything through opaque rose coloured glasses and somehow try to justify it and I don’t really know how they function...

Btw I’m a CQL only but with a healthy respect for the other forms but CQL really did mess with minds when you see JC clapping for WWX during the archery thing (albeit with a constipated smile and he didn’t even participate) while the donghua which is closer to the novel clearly shows us that he was upset at not winning himself - this is apparently a very clear sign of his adoration and of course justifies how he basically led to WWX throwing himself off a cliff because the irrational grape would have led to both wangxian falling.

Just🤦🏼‍♀️

I'm dealing with a migraine so hopefully what I put here isn't too mean in regards to this ship.

I don't in anyway care what others ship given that I myself lowkey ship ridiculous things that have no romantic basis in the material (and given I respect the author I see exactly what she means that none other than the purely romantic pairs shown in MDZS are meant to be seriously interpreted as romantic in canon). But hey, I like shallow, I like the effed up dynamic in NieYao and XueXiao and like the shallowness of X!cheng for fun what if's. But you (general you but for the stans specifically) have got to admit when something is just for shallow fun without demeaning the real work itself and hate the main core of it and changing the dynamics to be so wildly OOC because you are personally salty (You look like a major Karen doing this shit and are fucking adults sounding like those middle school shit heads).

I also have a whole fanon conspiracy that Jiang Cheng works as a false love interest and as an unrequited fucked up crush/obsession since I personally feel it adds more to Jiang Cheng's depths in terms of exploration for FAN works.

"Do they actually believe this?"

Yes, they honestly do believe, in all their tiny galaxy brained power that this ship is somehow superior and has romantic chemisty along with needing to have been the focused CP. I will point out it is really not even what I would consider a popular pair given it has just under 2k on AO3 alone for the Western base along with the Untamed/MDZS having the largest audience for Danmei works there. Lofter itself has it's own top 100 ships with Jiang Cheng's most popular being X!cheng by a large margin similar to it's Western stats.

If we breakdown it's rankings for both

AO3: Rank 2 of overall ship works 2020: Wangx!an

Rank 55: X!cheng

with ChengX!an being too low in numbers to rank in.

Lofter overall ship works 2020: Rank 1: Wangx!an (with X!anwang ranking again at 66)

Rank 13: X!cheng

Rank 48: Xiancheng (and yes this is a very important distinction as it denotes the "dominate" one in the pair)

If we were to mesh these together with tumblr stats in a similar way the overall would still be Wangxian ranking high as Rank 1 in the Untamed/MDZS tag, overall ships Rank 13 and the only MXTX pair to be featured.

After that digression, regardless of the interpretations, even with Wang ZhouCheng he himself only played up the sibling aspect of the relationship as was in script, it does not have the supposed chemistry they speak of when they slap the Wangx!an one on it. God damn if I have to see this Cuckji shit from these shippers one more time my eyes will roll on the floor and melt from the stupid, which is ironic since Jiang Cheng himself was the canon Cuck who's bro got swept off his feet by the canon Chad. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Jiang Cheng through several passages in the book shows that his downfall was his jealousy of Wei Wuxian as his own person that did not listen to him specifically but it was never in terms of romance at the base of what MXTX was showing simple as that. This was shown with Wei Wuxian's interest in Lan Wangji, him saving Lan Wangji and to a point MianMian, as well as the Wen Remnants because it simply left Jiang Cheng what he considered more work and trouble. He cared about Wei Wuxian in so much as Wei Wuxian didn't make a splash for the reputation of Yunmeng Jiang while hypocritically having made use of Wei Wuxian during the war and turning around to be jealous of the devotion Wei Wuxian had during that time due to the attention Wei Wuxian garnered. Jiang Cheng simply did not think he had to extend some sort of actual good will to Wei Wuxian since he felt he had given enough of that just by the sake of Jiang Fengmian taking him in as a disciple and raising him. HOW you get Wei Wuxian having romantic inclination out of this, I can't say as I am not enlightened enough for the wonders of ChengX!an and apparently want to fuck MXTX who I have never met or know, or, want to fuck the very gay leads (who do not exist) despite being a lesbian.

#major wank #salt? salt #god damn I hate this pair as much as Asr!an thanks to the stans of them

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whitefoxed · 3 years

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Le Bien Qui Fait Mal

Thread with @algrimthestrong | Written to this [x]

Svartalfheim. One of the Nine, enemy of Asgard- well all the other realms too if one considered it- and Thor from the Avengers. Lise idly flicked his tongue against the smooth ivory of his fang, arms folded as he checked out the large banquet hall following the rumbling crowd rolling in. Dressed in all white, with only a sleeveless denim vest, leather belt, skinny jeans and pair of silver scaled leather dress shoes, the fox with his white combed back hair, ears and lush tails was a jarring spot of white among the other colleagues - though he was not the only one in such an eye-catching colour. After all, a suit of such taunting purity is too tempting to resist.

Cold silver eyes slowly swept past the already seated elves, noting their differences from the servants leading the group he followed to one of the many seats arranged. Lise dropped down into it without ceremony, a foot raised on the seat with his arm draped atop that knee. It was a graceless position, but like with so many others of the same nature, the wild arrogance it exuded overwhelmed its flaws. While there were those as careless as him, most maintained a semblance of etiquette and a number even scoffed and condemned such lack of courtesy.

Lise rolled his eyes. Despite having spent less than a handful of Midgardian years in the underground society, he had seen enough to know that such niceties barely sufficed as foreplay for their lot. To him, it was a waste of time to pretend being on a high horse when everyone around were smeared in the same mud. His thoughts brushed past distasteful memories, ‘realities’ made by humans which he had long left. What use was therapy when he could stop playing those mortals’ games all together?

Loud music then ushered in their host in glamorous introduction, launching into a welcome speech actually appreciated by the audience before the revelry began. As soon as liquid gold flowed, the beasts emerged from behind their well mannered muzzles and clashes of weapons, fists and genitals replaced the cordial banquet before.

The fox was no exception. What caught his eye the most were the sword dancers, almost nude elves with fine musculature swerving their hips and blades among the crowd. It was thrilling to see that not many were their match. So he went forth, engaging one of them with his opal claws.

Faint lines of red decorated his body as his claws caressed their blades, adding a devilish allure to match his intoxicated expression. His vest had been cut open, baring his chest and his belt too was lost. But his partner was no better off, what shreds of cloth they had on long gone, dark skin gleaming with more and more blood the closer and closer Lise tightened their battle.

Just as he spun to the dancer’s back, a claw hooking a blade along and the other hand taking opportunity to tease their hips with all five sharp tips, his eyes caught sight of a pair of dark eyes steadily gazing at himself. They belonged to a high ranking elf, seemingly more matured than the few he had come in contact with dancing, sitting calmly like an oasis among all the debauchery around him. So high and aloof, as if an unobtainable treasure just for him. Unable to take his eyes off the elf, he fought distractedly, earning himself a few new cuts while depending on his other senses, going round and round, trying to get closer.

His partner naturally noticed. But as if in favour of the elf staring at him, the dancer gave way to find some other fun instead, leaving Lise to take that final step to the table of those black eyes. Clawed hands and a knee braced themselves, clacking on the wood as Lise lowered to bring his face a mere breath away from the elf’s. Silver eyes traced those fine features to those lips, feeling his heart beat strongly and painfully in his chest. His ear flicked at the sounds of lust nearby, sending a thrill different from battle down to his groin. Parting his own pink lips, a whisper slipped free. “Kiss me?”

The banquet was a grand and lavish affair, an opulent event staged to showcase the realm’s wealth and power, to attract the powerful and the ambitious. Many had answered the summons of the Accursed, some driven by greed, others by fear, yet all were possessed of the desire to join sides with Svartalfheim’s king, for the choices available were limited - to align with Malekith’s forces or to fall before his army as the dark elves continued to set Yggdrasil ablaze with war. It was a colourful potpourri of beings gathered in the feasting hall, deadly and exotic as they mingled with the natives, flaunting weapons and natural assets alike, each of them trying to catch the eye of their host, to find favour with the Accursed in hopes of joining his ranks.

Seated at the far end of a long, sumptuously set table, Algrim watched the goings-on around him with impassive eyes, the expression of a man long since accustomed to such events to feel much of a response. On Svartalfheim, war, bloodshed, and torture were as commonplace as the people revelling in it; the banquet, however, added a sensual twist to it that catered to his kinsfolk’s taste for depravity.

It was rare for the stoic counsellor to indulge himself in anything, be it a moment of leisure or a treat for the senses. Since the death of his wife, physical companionship had had no place in Algrim’s life. Too vast was the void left by his slaughtered lover, too great his loss, and though the widowed elf was not wholly immune to the occasional pull of physical desire, such needs were taken care of quietly and discreetly in the privacy of his chamber. His brethren’s lust for public excess he did not share.

As soon as the official part of the evening had ended, the atmosphere shifted, and with the shedding of formalities it was the clash of weapons and the groans of pleasure that took the place of solemn ceremony and disciplined conversation as the festivities rapidly turned into a cesspool of violence and decadence.

Calm and dignified, Algrim sat amidst the wild gathering, an island of virtue in a sea of vices. It was then that his wandering gaze caught that of a man – a fox – pale as snow, lithe and agile, his tails billowing behind him as he engaged his opponent in a graceful dance of blades and claws. Intrigued, he looked on, pleased to discover that the fox held his ground fairly well against his elven combatant.

Sweat glistened on ivory skin, mingling with the blood that seeped from various cuts crisscrossing his arms and torso. The pair’s battle was almost hypnotic to watch, the sleek ripple of muscles, the gleam of elven steel and opal claws captivating his attention, leaving him unable to pry his gaze away from the sensual spectacle. It was almost as if the magnificent creature had intended the performance only for him…

Soon enough, the stranger abandoned his opponent and, to Algrim’s great surprise – or rather, shock – turned towards him with obvious intent. Algrim swallowed, the movement visible in the slender column of his throat as he peered up into those silver eyes. He frowned to himself for a moment, his brow bunching in confusion before smoothing again as he seemed to come to a decision. For the blink of an eye, he had felt strangely tempted to yield to the younger’s bold request, to succumb to the fox’s allure and let his lips close the distance between them, but the impulse had been fleeting and was quashed by reason before it could simmer for too long.

Shaking his head, Algrim’s lips curved into a thin, tight smile. “The majority of my people may find it acceptable to abandon decency and dignity to unrestrained fornication, but I have no desire to engage in such… libertine acts, shall we say?”

The fox had not even started using his own charms when he caught that moment of desire from the other. Heat still danced upon his skin and fickle breaths through his lips from the exercise he got earlier, as Lise watched the swift withdrawal in those eyes and thin, tight lips. Having previously lowered himself both to meet the elf eye to eye as well as to appeal with submissiveness, his shoulders now rose and straightened himself on his arms for a better view. Boldly noting once more that restrained appearance from head to where the table covered the other, Lise gave his lips a quick lick to still his lust.

“Certainly you don’t look like the licentious lot, but to speak of morals and decency here…” Arching his body flauntingly whilst he gestured at the crowd around them with one of his hands, Lise continued his persuasion, swaying his tails slowly from side to side behind him. Pearls of blood continued their trail down the soft indent of his abdomen, bringing focus to the teasing red lines crossing his torso. Already healing, their scarlet hues were visibly turning deep crimson.

Meeting those eyes, his lips curved into a sensual smirk as his elbow bent and he dipped back down once more. “Besides, I am only… asking for a kiss?” Batting his white lashes at the elf, Lise lowered his tails to a deep swish instead and turned his pricked ears downward, eyes falling once more on those pursed lips.

It was as if he only cared for the other’s response, entering that bubble of ‘virtue’ and cutting out the debauchery around them. Their little encounter did not go unnoticed by the others nearby, though the lack of action only brought a few curious glances.

“What better place is there to speak of morals than in the pit of depravity?” Algrim countered. If anything, the other’s casual teasing only served to stir his competitive spirit. His eyes followed the direction of the younger’s arm. There was Malekith, seated on his throne in a lazy sprawl, a woman kneeling between his legs, her head buried in his lap; there was Senator Scumtongue, his chest bowed over a woman’s back, another man kneeling behind him, their hips working in unison; there was Terrana of the Smoke, straddling another woman’s face, her war paint smudged, her breasts heaving. There were countless others indulging their collective lust, abandoning what scarce restraints of morality existed at the court of the Accursed to sensual revelry.

“Why me?” Algrim asked, returning his attention to the nine-tailed stranger. “Why me when there are dozens who would gladly indulge you?” He studied the other in silent appraisal, taking in the lazy swish of snow-white tails, the pointed tips of canine teeth flashing between pale pink lips, his body language communicating seducation as clearly as if written on his skin. Why the fox had picked him out among the carousing crowds Algrim could not fathom, but there was no denying the flutter of nerves in his stomach that came with the unexpected attention.

A kiss. The request seemed so simple, so harmless, so endearingly innocent when compared to the debauchery that was unfolding all around them. Surely the fox had not approached him to engage in spirited conversation, not when entertainment of the more titillating kind was readily accessible. Algrim’s fingers closed around the stem of his goblet as he lifted the glass to his lips to take a slow, thoughtful sip. Again, he considered the fox. As he studied the younger, his previously closed-off expression softened into one of timid curiosity, his interest roused by the unabashed boldness of the stranger’s approach.

And then he did something he very seldom did; he acted on impulse.

Leaning forward in his seat, Algrim pressed his lips to the younger man’s. The kiss was slow, questing, chaste. His eyes drifted closed, his lips moving tentatively against his partner’s as if gently re-familiarizing himself with the mechanics of the act, overcome by a host of sensations he had not experienced in years; the softness of another’s lips, the warmth of their skin, the tightening in his own belly.

A shiver scurried down his spine as he pulled back again. “What is your name?”

Why me? Don’t tell me a dark elf like you doesn’t understand the lure of violating something… sacred. Silver orbs darkened along with Lise’s thoughts, but the fox simply kept his silence and expression still, waiting with the patience of a hunter. Perhaps… if the elf really did not understand… he could show him the sweet taste of that forbidden fruit. After all, those dripping red beads on his own body makes a good garnish for what is to come.

Letting the dark elf appraise him and take his time to consider, Lise’s confidence rose with every inkling of cautious curiosity that emerged in those obsidian eyes. Then, with delighted surprise - caught off guard by the suddenness of those lips on his own - the fox’s gaze softened to the gentle exploration, that is so unexpectedly perfect and sweet. Really… how was this elf seducing him without even trying?

Sparks tingled down his abdomen by the time the other pulled back, leaving Lise with an amorous gaze and satisfied little smile. “Lise Vuhs… Most people address me by the latter, but… you can call me Lise.” Recalling the kiss just mere moments ago, Lise’s tongue flicked lightly over his lips, reminiscing that tantalisingly chaste taste. “And yours, my dear sir?”

The rest of the world far abandoned behind him, the fox only had eyes for the man before him. For all that sensual revelry could not compare, to the temptation of undoing that veil of restraint from this handsome stranger… well, soon-to-be-not-stranger.

“Lise. An unusual name.” Short and sweet. Its bearer, though, was anything but. Lurking beneath that sweet, playful exterior Algrim sensed a deadly predator, an underlying love for corruption and all things wicked - or else the Accursed would not have invited the fox to feast with the fae. Only the most cunning and ruthless were afforded that privilege. Once more, he let his gaze run over the young man before him, taking in his appearence with one long, measuring glance that missed no detail. Lise was dressed in white – the colour that had always represented all that was good and pure in the worlds, providing a stark contrast to the drops of crimson painting his skin. There was a veiled elegance, an easy grace in Lise’s demeanour that belied his lethal capability - as attested by the casual aplomb with which he had engaged the sword dancers, courting danger for sport - and revelling in it.

“Algrim,” he introduced himself in turn, then nodded to where the Accursed was being attended to by a skillful mouth. “Advisor to King Malekith.” The encounter could now go in one of two directions: Algrim’s station at court could either act as a potent deterrent, with the other opting for a quick retreat, or serve as an incentive for Lise.

All around them, the festivities were gaining momentum. Next to him, the slick strokes of what sounded like a fist over flesh beckoned to him, trying to persuade him into joining the wild bacchanalia. “Lise,” Algrim repeated, the nervous flicker in his eyes betraying just so much interest as one would expect from a man who had abstained from physical relations for longer than he could remember, and was now presented with an opportunity which should not be allowed to slip away.

Outside, the crescent moon was slicing its way across the night sky, bathing the great hall in floods of silver light.

Again, Algrim reached for his drink, washing down his lingering doubts with another swallow of wine. The kiss had sparked something inside him, an illicit longing demanding to be sated. He offered his goblet to Lise. “Wine?”

It was nice hearing his name on the elf’s lips, making him long to hear it in a more heated tone. Glancing at where the elven king was, Lise raised his brow impressed to hear the other’s occupation. He knew the elf was of high rank, but didn’t expect it to be so… well… close to the top. Enough to have the king’s ear. Purring, he saw it more as a challenge… and a worthwhile investment, if along with pleasures, he could gain favour with one… so high. Certainly, having connections would make his stay in this realm more comfortable and well-informed.

All that aside, the calling of his name drew him out of his brief contemplation and back to the delicious elf before him. Lifting the angle of his nose a little, conveniently baring his throat at the same time, the fox caught that scent of both interest and slight fear from the elf. “Algrim.” He purred back, rolling that name on his tongue like he was tasting it, again licking his lip and fangs with just that little bit of tongue visible.

Moonlight shone just so, covering him half in glow and half in silhouetted shadow. And there was nothing better than alcohol to raise the spirits on such a night.

Lise leaned forward, fangs casually catching onto the goblet’s rim and tilting it down. Every move was slow and deliberate, turning the offer to one of hand-feeding, drinking the sweet nectar that way. Lise’s tails flicked behind him, as he slowly climbed onto the table instead, ‘crossing the threshold’ between them. Releasing the goblet which rose from his movement, the fox gazed down from his height with lowered lashes. “Then dear Advisor, what would you like in return for this gift of wine?” He said as he sat on the table, legs folded to each side, ready to raise back on all fours anytime. His leather pants were tight, filled in the front to the sounds around them - being what he was, he was not immune to lewd sounds that spurred his own lust.

The sound of his name sliding off the fox’s lips stirred Algrim’s blood in a way no one had in a very long time. Lise’s every movement and every gesture exuded sensuality that seemed to come as naturally to him as breathing. No doubt, a creature as gorgeous and gifted as this one knew only too well how difficult it was to resist his allure. It was easy to imagine him using his charms to sway others to his will. Lise’s telltale glance in Malekith’s direction, at least, heavily implied such a thing. Still, Algrim wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. If Lise viewed him as a means to work his way into the good graces of the king, the fox would run into a dead end.

When Lise took him up on his offer, it was in a different way than Algrim had expected. Quelling the impulse to take flight, the elf forced himself to stay and watch. The empty goblet nearly slipped from his fingers and he was quick to gloss over his lapse by waving the younger’s offer away. “It was only wine. There is plenty of it.” He knew what Lise had been hinting at. The fact that the fox had managed to weave past his defences so easily both disturbed and excited Algrim as desire grappled with uncertainty.

Stalling for time, he refilled his goblet. He drank deeply, his throat bobbing as he emptied the glass in several long swallows.

Algrim shifted in his chair, his gaze dipping briefly to where Lise’s trousers stretched taut over his erection before jerking back up to his face. “You are beautiful and I appreciate your interest. In fact, I would not mind getting to know you a little better, but you may want to look elsewhere for companionship tonight.” All around them, knots of bodies seemed to beckon him to cast off the moral fetters in which he had bound himself for so long and join the fray of revellers.

The rational part of him insisted he rein himself in, but there was another smaller, darker part that had been roused from its sleep and was steadily gaining traction, hoping that Lise would stay – that the fox would think him worth the effort. There was one thing Lise needed to know, though, the one thing that might drive him away and spare Algrim the ordeal of making a decision. “It has been some time—” His gaze dropped to his lap, where his fingers lay curled in fists, “—a rather long time, truth be told, since I last enjoyed another’s company. You may find yourself disappointed.”

To say the fox was not disappointed when the adviser suddenly threw a curveball and dismissed his offer to please, would be a lie. Confused because he could sense the elf’s interest in him, a light furrow of brows marred his previously seductive expression. Lips parted from unsaid and uncertain words, the fox briefly sat speechless on the high elf’s table.

Only when Algrim began to explain himself did he raise a brow, the sultry expression laced with blank confusion swiftly turning into one of interested amusement. A purr rumbled from his throat, watching… and appreciating how sincerely serious the elf was replying him, despite his high rank and his own status as a mere guest. And all of it, the explanation and reasons— were all making him lust after the elf even more. He had not been mistaken- Algrim was indeed an island of virtue among vices. A heavy laden tree ripe for the plucking.

“There is… always a ‘first’ time for everything.” The fox slunk forward once more, this time slipping right onto the elf’s lap where that gaze was. On those shoulders laid his hands, already starting to knead and massage those tensed muscles to help him relax. It was a risk, being the first to initiate touching someone who could have him thrown out of the halls or worse. But he wanted Algrim, as honest as the tent in his trousers showed. And he could tell the elf wasn’t lying. Not about his long abstinence… nor his interest in furthering their encounter. “Including a new time in a long time~”

Tails swishing lazily behind him, their interaction was gradually gaining more attention from those around them. Elves which had been expecting the fox to be rejected were first amazed that the interaction has lasted so long, and were now watching in suspense if the Valgoth would toss this insolent creature aside or actually do something. What, they could not even begin to fathom, the mere idea too incredible to imagine. After all, they had known the elf for his restraint for so long.

Was that faithfulness to his long past wife finally due?

Lise leaned forward to give the smallest nip on Algrim’s ear. “Please, honour me the chance to please you.” He whispered, moving his legs to slide off the elder’s lap and kneel between those thighs instead, his intentions obvious.

Ah, there went his chance to end his self-imposed abstinence. Algrim could see it on Lise’s face, the look of baffled surprise in his eyes as he realised that his powers of seduction were wasted on the elder. Maybe it was for the best. Better to be upfront about his recent lack of practice than to risk public embarrassment. Besides, the fox was such a charming creature, he would easily find a willing partner.

Algrim was just about to bid Lise goodnight when the younger surprised him by staying put, his interest seeming to grow keener rather than to flag after Algrim’s confession. Whether Lise saw him as a challenge to conquer or a novelty to sample Algrim did not know, but when the fox slid into his lap with all the easy nonchalance of a pet claiming its favourite seat on its master’s thighs, the elf knew that what lay ahead of him would be an experience he’d not soon forget.

His hands found a comfortable resting place on Lise’s hips, keeping the younger steady instead of pushing him off his lap as the reasonable part of him knew he should have done, only that reason was fighting a losing battle with passion. There was no ignoring the part of Lise’s anatomy that was currently tenting the front of his trousers and pressing against Algrim’s hip, which in turn spurred the elder’s own arousal.

Algrim winced ever so slightly in pain when Lise started kneading his shoulders, but he gradually relaxed under the younger’s skillful massage as dexterous fingers worked out the kinks in his muscles to help relieve his tension.

Algrim was not quite there yet, his arousal tempered by nervousness and the many pairs of eyes trained on him, eager to see him let go of his inhibitions. Still struggling to reduce his reservations to fit the circumstances, the decision as to how they should continue was taken from Algrim when Lise slid off his lap to kneel between his legs.

Looking down at Lise, Algrim reached out to stroke his fingers through the younger’s hair and down the side of his face, skimming his fingertips over his cheek in a light caress before laying his hand on Lise’s shoulder. After a moment’s hesitation, he nodded his approval. “You may proceed.”

Holding Algrim’s gaze with his own, the fox smiled with satisfaction at the permission given. With many curious eyes upon them - even the King who have noticed - Lise carefully parted the elf’s robes. Leaning forward he gave a nuzzle against Algrim’s groin, breathing in his scent and massaging over the cloth with a hand. Quickly, he undid those pants and long smooth fingers grasped around the growing length. Holding it, he gave the tip a kiss as he looked up to meet Algrim’s eyes, reminded of the chaste kiss they had earlier.

Then he licked, around the rounded head, before delving lower to lick up from the beneath the base of that shaft and up along his under vein, making a delicacy out of it. Learning that he liked the high elf’s taste - and hygiene too - he parted his lips and took him in, rubbing the insides of his cheeks and sucking as he made his way down with each bob of his head. He was honoured and proud, as could be seen with his lifted and swishing tails, as he knelt between the high elf’s legs and served him as the woman did the Accursed.

He took Algrim down his throat, flexing and moaning around him to heighten his pleasure, obviously well versed in the arts of karma sultra. Keeping his hunter’s patience, as well as not knowing the endurance of an elf yet, the fox patiently worked on pleasing the advisor, ears pricked up in keen attention to the other’s pleasure. His hands were not idle either, massaging along those thighs and the elf’s testicles, rubbing them gently as if coaxing the most delicious seed. And every so often he got used to the motion between changes in posture, he would glance up to see the high elf’s face for his expressions, as well as showcasing his own enjoyment of their act. His own pants were unzipped in between, drawing out that ivory length that was not held back by any underwear to stand alone in the air. Lise needed it free from the aching restraint of his own pants and the cool air to keep his already hot erection from distracting him from his task. Likewise, to show his sincerity in pleasing the elder, he left his own rod alone, focusing on milking the high elf for his seed.

Focused as he was, the fox ceased paying attention to the curiosity around them, missing the compliment and encouragement from the Accursed to the advisor.

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Backstab (BNHA Hawks Villain AU)

“Pro hero Hawks still missing. Agency doubling search efforts…” The small television in the corner of the laboratory displayed the headlines.

“Amazing. They’ll definitely find us now,” Dabi snorted.

“Dabi. Focus. He’s growing another one,” Ujiko warned, not looking at the shackled hero as he fiddled with syringes and oddly coloured liquids.

The fire-user yawned as he outstretched his arm. Sparks flew at the palm, before another torrent of fire billowed towards Hawk’s bare, raw back.

Hawks screamed as the flames licked his already burnt skin, tormenting him once more. He reflexively pushed his body forward, but with his limbs chained up in an ‘X’ formation, the motion did nothing but remind him of his inability to move.

The sprouting feather, Dabi’s actual target, was torched and reduced to ashes, along with more flakes of Hawk’s skin.

His screaming faded to heavy breaths, heaving like a bull in its death throes. He gritted his teeth, biting his bleeding tongue, shooting a look of venom to his captors.

“Do you need to be so loud? Jeez,” Dabi said, “I’ve had to deal with it my whole life.”

Hawks gave no answer. Dabi circled around him to look at the hero directly.

“Not talking so much now, huh? I miss the old talkative, double-agent Hawks. You’re just…” Dabi pat Hawks’ singed hair gently, “so pathetic now.”

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I woke up in pain. I was in a box. Why? How did I end up here?

My back…God, what the hell is that? Shiny things…sharp, very sharp. Light from the few holes poked in glinted off them. I can feel them. They responded.

Get me out of here. The blades responded. They flew toward the walls. The box ripped open. I slowly clambered out, panting slightly. Thirsty.

I was in an alley. People walked past me on my right. No one saw me.

The blades noticed them, however. They responded, growing in size, piercing me. I yelled in pain, dropping to my knees. “Stop it,” I growled, but they did not respond. They kept growing. Along my spine, I felt them grow from the bone. New gashes began to appear, not just from the two slits where majority of them resided.

I bit my tongue. It was already bleeding. I tasted dried blood. Tears ran down my dusty, grimy cheeks from the agony. Make it stop, I begged. The blades did not respond.

They needed to be sated. I needed to be sated. My eyes refocused on the pedestrians. The blades…they responded.

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“Doc, how long more? The more I look at him, the sadder I feel.”

“Almost done.” Ujiko flicked the tip of a syringe. “This should delay the Hero Commission a good while.”

“You’re…” The two villains turned to look at Hawks, who was facing the ground. “Trying to Nomu me, like you did Shirakumo? Feed them false info…throw them off the scent. That’s - that’s a bullshit plan.”

“You’re right, Hawks,” Ujiko replied, grinning, “I never doubted your intelligence, and I am glad we are of a like mind. I did consider it though. I could have a brainwashed Hawks telling his superiors what they wanted to hear, perhaps assassinate an entire council of the Commission in one fell swoop…”

Ujiko got up from his desk. “Then I realised I had the number two hero in my grasp. You have gifts to give both me and your higher-ups. And I plan on unwrapping my gift: your quirk.”

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Why did I attack them, those innocents? I’m not sure myself. Partly to distract the blades. The pain…it was unbearable. I knew, somehow, that they needed blood. If it wasn’t me, it would be others. They would have to do.

Partly…a feeling. A voice, perhaps. A sensation that was rooted in my mind; a desire to kill. I knew not where it came from, and I didn’t care.

I admit. It feels good.

The screaming and crying brought me back to the present: Me, suspended in the air by animating the blades to form legs, while others flew around the city striking everything in their path.

In just under a minute, I had transformed the city from a bustling metropolis abundant with vitality to a living hell. My blades cut through everything, tearing up roads, cars and buildings, humongous claws scratching and shredding the city. Blood ran in the streets as bodies lay still, eyes open in surprise at the sudden attack.

People scattered before me, as if some villain was terrorising the city. The blades responded to their sounds. Another wave of streaking metal shards launched at the populace, and more were silenced. More blood stained the silver, keeping them quiet and content. I shared their satisfaction.

Police cars formed a barricade around the block. Officers scrambled to get citizens to safety. Some heroes had already arrived in their fabulous costumes, ready to stop me.

The first hero stepped up. I only caught a glimpse of a red cape before the rest of his costume was drenched in sanguine.

Then the second and third came at me with some pitiable synergy. They hadn’t seemed to catch onto how my blades work. They let their emotions control their actions. I could tell that they were…together. All I had to do was focus one down, and let the other be distracted. Then kill both simultaneously. Amateurs.

I let loose a laugh at the rush of euphoria that came with the slaying. Was it I who was enjoying this, or someone else? Another part of me? A man who delighted in massacre.

No matter. My job wasn’t done, someone told me.

What? I thought. I had a job?

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The scientist knelt down before Hawks, raising the syringe to the hero’s neck, who flinched away from the needle.

“Why create another boring, obedient Nomu, when I could instead create a monster, more intelligent and deadly than anything I could have fathomed?”

Hawks’ breaths became short and rapid. “I could destroy this whole place if you did that. Whatever you make — he could lay waste to everything.”

Ujiko smiled. “I appreciate your concern, but I have contingencies. Goodbye Hawks.”

With that, he jabbed the syringe.

“Gah!” Hawks gasped. Ujiko retracted the syringe and stood up, peering at his experiment through his round glasses that showed no emotion.

“What the hell did you —“ He choked as purplish veins spread from the puncture wound.

“You won’t remember anything, so I’m happy to tell you everything until the drug kicks in. That concoction contained a particular villain’s DNA I believe will be a perfect match for your own. Have you heard of Moonfish?”

“Y-you bitch,” Hawks rasped.

Ujiko continued as if he hadn’t heard him. “I managed to obtain a sample of his DNA. You won’t just be some common Nomu. All the Nomus I’ve previously designed were simply the hosts of multiple quirks. You…my little bird, will be the host of a fusion of two quirks. Yours and Moonfish’s. I’m intrigued to see the results. I pray that you will deliver.”

Hawks gave one last murderous glare before he slumped unconscious.

“That’s the anaesthetic,” Ujiko muttered. “Pack him up. Skeptic’s employees will deliver him.”

Dabi nodded.

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More of them had arrived. Heroes. They came to stop us – me.

Some were easy. They left openings so laughably easy to exploit, it was a shame they were even considered pro heroes in the first place. I cut them down like sacks of sand.

Then there were the better ones, who I admit, gave me a certain degree of annoyance when dealing with them. Still, I could keep them at bay. I…knew them somehow. I knew their quirks. They didn’t know mine, only a guess. It was an advantage for myself, and one I utilised to its full extent.

Even heroes who avoided the public eye, those lurking underground, who thought they had the upper hand. If only they knew who I had once been, they would know I knew everything both above and underground, including the pro heroes who operated in the shadows.

We continued my onslaught, sending wave after wave of steel to slice through their ranks. There was so much blood, so many bodies. From up above, I could smell it. It was invigorating.

The rush of adrenaline lent me power. I summoned the blades to form a whirlwind of bloody, deadly steel, and sent it flying in the direction of the heroes. I told the blades to do that, and they responded.

For the last time.

I must have used all my blades for that, forgetting about those I needed to keep me alive. All this while, I had blades intercept any projectiles aimed towards me. Without them, I was as vulnerable as I was an hour ago in that box, dazed and confused.

I felt pain blossom in my chest. A bullet, or some other thing.

I blinked. Then I fell from the sky.

The job is done.

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“Tsk. I knew Moonfish would have had some effect on his mental state, but to go so far as to forget self-preservation? Too much bloodlust…” Ujiko muttered as he read the article.

“He was quite the retard the only time we used him,” Dabi noted, remembering the attack from the Vanguard Action Squad, “but what’s this about Moonfish affecting Hawk’s mind? Didn’t you just give him the psycho’s DNA?”

“It’s a theory I’ve been mulling over for a while now: A correlation between one’s quirk and their personality. I don’t have much proof, but these quirks…they’re much more than a mutant cell in human bodies. Whatever it is, if the quirk factors can affect the physical state of the user, why not the mental state as well?”

“Hmm. Sounds like a load of garbage to me,” Dabi said.

“Well, think of another theory why the number two hero would knowingly stop his defense mechanism in order to cause more damage.” Ujiko glared at the fire-user.

Dabi shrugged. “Dunno. Maybe your Nomu stuff did it.”

“I never used any of those chemicals for what I injected Hawks with,” Ujiko countered. “This is truly fascinating behaviour. I need to know more.”

“I’ll leave your crazy science stuff to you. I’m just the delivery boy.” Dabi laughed. “Bring in the next one?”

“Yes please,” Ujiko answered politely.

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Thanks for the inspiration for this story @ quirkwizard and the anon. I think the fighting scenes were pretty shit, could definitely elaborate on them more but I really liked the concept of this new quirk, as well as a villain hawks, that I wanted to finish this ASAP.

31/12/19 A/N Update: Reposting this as a sole post, will edit this to make the fight scenes hopefully nicer but no promises when that’ll be finished. It’s not high on my list

#bnha #mha #bnha hawks #mha hawks #bnha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfic #mha fanfiction #bnha hawks villain au #hawks #villain hawks #hawks fanfiction #hawks fanfic #bnha oneshot

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magic-marvel · 5 years

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I Love to Hate You

Chapter 8

Pairing: Peter Parker/Spider-man x Reader

Summary: You don’t know what it is, but seeing him breathe makes you want to punch him in the throat.

Word Count: 1280 (sorry its short ive had such bad writers block)

A/N: im a hot mess yall but i got a surprise coming along with this chapter

WARNING: talks of parental death

“So you gonna give me your evil backstory or what?”

You were strapped back onto the bedpost of the expensive looking bed. Even more so strange, you were bleeding and sweating all over a very expensive looking duvet. The people periodically taking care of you didn’t seem to mind you dirtying the sheets, let alone really caring how frantically you pushed and shoved the wooden post. Scratches and splinters littered the finely polished finish, making a once beautiful peace of woodwork look like something out of a high school woodshop class.

The man in the white suit, which you dubbed “The Voice” since he has yet to give you his real name, was in your room. He sat in an armchair at the corner of the room with his legs crossed and his hand on his chin. He had turned the chair towards you, keeping a scrutinizing glaze on you through his metal framed glasses.

“Oh no, no no.” He kept nodding his head, driving his point further. “This isn’t up to me.”

The Voice waved his hands in the air, signifying the entire situation is not his doing. It was odd, seeing as that he seemingly ordered the men around here. He even walked around the place as if he owned it, so who exactly is really behind this?

“But, my dear, I’ll tell you this,” He pauses, getting up and walking uncomfortably close to your side. He smiles down at you with a much too wide grin, the yellow of his teeth peeking through artificial whitening. “I do enjoy seeing your father suffer.”

He suddenly grabs onto your face, squeezing your cheeks so hard it forces your jaw open. You squirm, kicking as far up as you can reach but fall short of actually hitting him.

“You know, you are a spitting image of your mother.” He turns your face, eyeing different angels as you shout and spasm. None of this deterring him in the slightest.

You began to kick more, forcing your back and legs into uncomfortable positions to even graze him with the toe end of your shoe. You hated how loosely he talked about your mother, as if he knew her.

“You know, despite everything that’s happening, I’m not a complete asshole.” He released your face, backing away before you can flail at him once more. He no longer smiled as he spoke, merely focusing his gaze out the tall window next to the bed. “Your mother was a wonderful woman, shame what happened to her.”

You said nothing.

It hurt, hearing this man tore into your father’s character over and over again, only to have a sudden soft spot for your mother. What she went through was horrendous, a public debacle that ruined your childhood and all memories you had left of her. The person you are now is different than who you would have grown up to be had your mother still been alive. And here this man is, talking so casually about a woman as if he is going you a favor.

He is a complete asshole.

“Well, time is almost up. Let’s hope your father doesn’t make the same mistake twice. It’d really be something if he lost both of you due to his own incompetence.”

He left the room, simply whispering a quick “two hours” to one of his henchmen before closing the door. The sound of the lock clicking was enough to send all the tears falling, choked sobs finally forced themselves out as you attempted to create a now hazy picture of your mother in your head. You couldn’t remember how her nose contoured, how thick or thin her eyebrows were. You barely remembered the curve of her lips, remembering vividly the red of her lipstick.

You were alone, losing the very memory of your mother’s image. It hurt more than any punch or kick you received while under The Voice’s care. Almost hurt as much as losing her that day.

Almost.

“I can’t risk it, Rogers. That’s my kid in there.”

Peter stood by Tony, listening to all the Avengers plan out how they are going to deal with the hostage situation. Everyone was suited up and ready to go in a moments notice, not a single zipper unzipped or lace untied.

Except, for Tony.

“We don’t know what they want with you, what if they kill you!” Steve argued, hoping to change Tony’s mind.

“And what if they kill her.”

The room was silent. No one wanted to consider that outcome, especially with the severity of your physical state in the video. It was a very real possibility and no one in the room wanted to voice it.

Peter had said nothing so far, only listening to everyone argue about what to do. It was very unlike of them to be so divided in their plan of action, especially since they worked so well together that planning never really took more than an hour or so, merely to go over formalities.

But as of right now, everyone has been up and running for 10 hours straight trying to come up with anything that everyone can agree on. The frustration was really beginning to show, especially on Steve’s face. For being team captain, no one really cared for his ranking for who’s plan is best.

The only thing everyone could agree on, however, was that Tony should wear his armor.

He did not agree with that sentiment.

“Listen, I get you want her out the safest way possible, but how are we expected to trust some guy to promise to keep her safe. He hit her on camera without a second thought and yet ‘promised’ her safety? It doesn’t add up.” Natasha chimed in, trying to convince Tony that he shouldn’t keep up his end if they aren’t keeping up theirs.

Peter tapped at his thigh; the metal gauntlet of his Iron Spider suit made a quiet tick tick tick noise against his leg. He didn’t even notice the noise, but then again, no one in the room noticed much when there was a much more pressing matter on their hands.

“I’ll get her out, I’ll even bring out some heads for you to bowl with later.” Bucky spoke up, full war getup. The tick of his upper lip and deep furrow of his brow was a tell that he was holding him back immensely, but Bucky Barnes was willing to let The Winter Soldier out if it meant that you would get home safely.

“That’s a hard no from me, Barnes. We got no info on the inside or security measures. If you go in alone, you might not come back out.” Sam reasoned, reminding the group that there was safety in numbers.

“I need to be the one to go alone, get my girl out and we can go from there.” Tony tried once more to convince the group, but various groans of disapproval shut him down quickly.

Peter was tired. He heard enough from everyone trying to solve this with little to show for it. He felt as if the only way to actually get anything done was to have one person go in quietly and get you out. No one finds out you even left, and no one gets sacrificed.

So, Peter got up from his seat and left the room without turning a single head. F.R.I.D.A.Y. inquired as to why he was leaving the building, but he had Karen hold her off as he set off into the first rooftop. He memorized the address and had a GPS route mapped onto his HUD.

He’ll get you back before they even finish arguing.

Chapter 9

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worryinglyinnocent · 5 years

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Fic: Questions and Kisses

Well, I’ve jumped on the sutherelle bandwagon! I think my interpretation is slightly different to other people’s but hey, it’s not like we’ve got any canon to work from and variety is the spice of life, right?

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Summary: Sutherelle. Principal Private Secretary Belle helps prepare a nerve-wracked new Prime Minister for his first PMQ session, and they reflect on their long-standing relationship and where it might be going.

Rated: G

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Questions and Kisses

The first thing that Belle French heard as she walked towards the cabinet meeting room of Number 10 Downing Street was the sound of her boss losing his breakfast in the bathroom.

She paused outside the door and knocked politely.

“Sir, are you all right?”

She was answered by a low Scottish growl telling her to go forth and multiply in no uncertain terms, and Belle just smiled.

“You know I’m not going anywhere, sir.”

The growling stopped in favour of more retching, and Belle leaned against the wall. She felt like she was going to be here for a while, but they were on a tight schedule today and needed to get a move on.

An undersecretary walked past, looked at Belle, then the locked door, and then back to Belle with a worried expression.

“Is he all right?”

Belle nodded. “I’ll get him sorted out in time, don’t worry.”

She had been sorting out Robert Sutherland ever since she had arrived at the Houses of Parliament for her first day as a private secretary, more years ago now than she cared to remember. The irascible backbencher for Glasgow North had already seen off at least three secretaries, but Belle had stood her ground and within two weeks, they were firm friends and Sutherland had begged her to stay with him for the rest of his political career.

And Belle had done so. She had been by his side as he had risen through the ranks of the ministries, finally becoming party leader and now, after a fraught general election that had come down to the wire, Prime Minister.

She was Principal Private Secretary to the Prime Minister, one of the highest ranking positions in the civil service, and she was currently trying to get the man to come out of a bathroom.

She knocked again.

“Sir, you can’t stay in there all day, much as you would like to.”

“I can if I want.”

“No, you can’t, sir.”

There was no response, and Belle sighed. She was used to Sutherland’s anxiety and the associated nausea and petulance. No one who saw him in action in the Commons would ever believe that ten minutes prior he’d been a nervous wreck receiving a pep talk from his secretary, but Belle was well-known throughout parliament as the very essence of discretion and it was joked that she kept more government secrets than MI5.

“Sir. Sir. Mr Sutherland.” She smacked the door. “Bob! If you don’t get your arse out here now, then so help me…”

The undersecretary squeaked and ran away lest the Prime Minister suddenly appear and vent his anger.

The door opened and Sutherland peered around it.

“You never call me Bob.”

“I do when I want to get you out of small spaces. Come on, let’s get you freshened up and off to make your fortune on London’s golden streets, Dick Whittington.”

“I’m Prime Minister, not Lord Mayor.”

“Well, if you want me to stop purposefully using incorrect analogies then you might want to get out here and get ready for work.”

Sutherland glared at her and disappeared back inside the bathroom. Belle heard the toilet flush and the sink gurgling, and a moment later he came out. She looked him up and down.

“Have to say it, sir, you’re not looking great right now.”

“Thanks, I’m sure you look gorgeous after you’ve spent half an hour with your head in a toilet.”

“You look like you’ve been at a rave all night.”

“I have been. The rave in my head telling me that everything’s going to go horribly wrong.”

Belle could empathise. She’d always stayed in the background, content to be part of the invisible civil service machine that kept parliament running smoothly. She’d never been the public figurehead of all those interconnected cogs like Sutherland had to be.

“Come on, sir,” she said gently. “You need to look calm, professional and completely unruffled today of all days. I’m not letting you walk into that chamber looking like you do now. Did you shave this morning?”

Sutherland shook his head and held up a quivering hand. “I thought that scruffy would look better than missing an ear.”

Belle corralled him towards the stairs up to the Prime Minister’s private apartment, despite his protests that they had to leave in ten minutes. They weren’t very strong protests, probably because Belle knew that he didn’t particularly want to leave the safety of Downing Street to brave the House of Commons, but he had to keep up appearances.

She pushed him into the bathroom.

“Shirt off.”

“Are you propositioning me, Miss French?”

“Of course, sir, it has absolutely nothing to do with me not wanting to get shaving foam on your shirt.” She had already located all the various tools she required, and she was wondering if she really ought to know so much about her boss’s private life. On reflection though, he didn’t really have all that many others who knew him as well as she did. He had no family to speak of. He’d had a wife who’d left him on the same day he’d been appointed shadow Defence Secretary, and Belle hadn’t seen her since.

It had been Belle who’d listened to all his speeches as he practised them in front of the mirror in his office. It had been Belle who’d kept refilling his coffee when he’d been working on a draft bill that had to pass or else he’d be a laughing stock within his own party. It had been Belle who’d gone up to his Glasgow constituency with him and argued with his campaign manager until she was blue in the face, defending his corner and always getting her way like the force of nature Sutherland had always described her as.

It had been Belle who’d stayed up all night with him during the general election, watching the results roll in and watching the seats gradually change colour in their favour until the majority was there, slim but undeniable.

It had been Belle he’d hugged in joy at their victory, and Belle who’d hoped that he’d never let go of her.

She knew that it was a cliché, bosses falling for their secretaries and vice versa, especially when it came to politicians. She knew that if anything were to happen between them, then the press would have a field day speculating if a torrid affair with Belle was the reason for Sutherland’s divorce seven years ago.

She knew all that, and yet she still couldn’t help wanting it. For all he was her boss, he’d also become her closest friend and confidante; their relationship went both ways. The level of trust between them was such that she was now shaving his face in readiness for the first Prime Minister’s Questions session of the new government.

“I can’t do this,” Sutherland muttered as Belle finished up and he wiped off the cream.

“What can’t you do, sir?”

“PMQ’s.”

“You’ve done hundreds of PMQ’s sessions in your time, Mr Sutherland. I seem to remember one spectacular occasion whilst you were still a backbencher that got you a standing ovation from half the house. Including from the opposite party. The speaker nearly had a heart attack.”

“I know that! I’ve never done PMQ’s when I’ve been the PM before! It’s very different when you’re the one being bombarded with questions instead of the one doing the bombarding.”

“We’ve already drafted all your answers; you’re going to be fine.”

“I know that!”

“Also, I hate to be the one to state the obvious, but you were the one who wanted to be Prime Minister.”

“I know that!” Sutherland sighed, attempting to retie his tie for the fourth time before giving up and letting Belle do it. “Will you be there?”

“No, sir, I’ll be in your office dealing with your fan mail.”

“I don’t have any fan mail.”

“In that case, I’ll be in your office dealing with your hate mail.”

Sutherland scowled at her, and Belle gave him a benign smile as her phone chirruped.

“Car’s outside. Time to knock ‘em dead.”

As soon as he stepped into the chamber and took his place behind the despatch box, Sutherland’s nausea subsided. This was his home, after all. He’d been a politician for over twenty-five years, and the Houses of Parliament were more familiar to him than his own house in Scotland.

As the questions got underway, he relaxed further. Being on the other side of the chamber wasn’t so different after all. He glanced up at the gallery and almost had to double take when he saw Belle sitting there, grinning down at him. Of course she was there. She’d always been there when he needed her. When they had started out in the Commons, they were both practically alone in the quagmire of British politics; was it any wonder that they’d become such close friends and allies over the course of their careers?

Something pulled painfully in his heart. Belle had so much potential within the civil service, and he’d selfishly kept her with him instead of letting her spread her wings and move up into the upper echelons of top government departments. She could have been running the show by now. As it was, she was just running him. By dint of being his private secretary and answering directly to the Prime Minister, she ranked extremely highly in the service, but he couldn’t help thinking that she could have moved higher if he had let her go, rather than tying her career to his so closely.

She’d never expressed any desire to move on from him; she’d always seemed happy enough to stay by his side, but then again, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever actually asked her outright about her career plans.

By the time the session was over, his colleagues were congratulating him on a very successful first PMQ’s, Sutherland was beginning to wonder why he’d been worried in the first place, which was generally always his reaction after some important event that Belle had found him throwing up before. He was smiling as he made his way back to the Prime Minister’s office to find Belle waiting for him.

“I don’t know how you always manage to get to my office before I do, even if you’ve been at the other end of the building,” he said. “I’m beginning to think that the civil service has secret passages through the walls.”

“No, we’ve just mastered the art of teleportation,” Belle replied blithely. She smiled, hoping off her desk where she’d been perched and coming over to hug him.

“I told you it would be all right.”

“I know you did.” He didn’t want to let go. He felt safe in Belle’s arms. He always had done. Belle didn’t seem to be making any move to pull away, and he looked at her.

Her lips were so plump and kissable, her lipstick worn away where she’d been biting her lip, as nervous as he was in her own way, but far better at hiding it until after the fact. Her eyes were so very blue, and searching his face for something, anything, to tell her what she ought to do next.

Sutherland took the initiative, pressing his lips against hers and pulling her in close.

Belle melted against him, her hands coming up to run through his hair. Kissing her just felt so right, and he wondered why they hadn’t done it before. At least he didn’t feel as much guilt about keeping her with him now. She evidently wanted to be here just as much as he wanted her to be here.

She broke away, licking her lips, her eyes bright.

“That was…” Sutherland began. “Well, that was… Wow.”

“I quite agree, sir.”

“We’re kissing, please don’t call me sir.”

“As you wish.” Her smile was cheeky. “But you’ve always been sir to me. It’s ceased to have any connotations of authority and now it’s just a term of endearment. Sir.”

Sutherland kissed her again in an attempt to shut her up, but she pulled away, a giggle threatening to break free with every word that she spoke.

“Don’t forget that you’ve got the introductory meeting with the green belt protection committee at DEFRA at three. And then there’s…”

She tailed off under another kiss.

“Just let me enjoy this moment, Belle,” Sutherland pleaded. “I’ve been wanting to do that for God only knows how long.”

“I’ve been wanting you to do that for just as long. Maybe longer.” She gave a contented sigh, resting her head against his shoulder. “What happens now?”

“I have absolutely no idea.”

The thought of it didn’t worry him as much as he thought it perhaps ought to have done. Considering the amount of things he could panic about when left alone with just his own thoughts for company, he wasn’t panicking about this at all. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that this was Belle, and no matter what happened, Belle had always been there for him and had always told him that everything was going to be all right. Whenever Belle was around, Sutherland knew that everything would work out in the end, and even if it didn’t work out, then she would be there to help him pick up the pieces.

There were a lot of things that could go horribly wrong, and he had always been one to look for the clouds behind the silver linings. In his experience, it was best to prepare for the worst and that way, everything else that happened would be a nice surprise. Belle had often expressed incredulity at how someone as pessimistic and highly strung as he was had managed to become a major public figure whom, the polls kept saying, the voters actually trusted to bring them into a brighter future.

He’d always joked that he saved up his optimism for putting on show to the public so Belle only ever saw his more misanthropic side. She constantly saw him at his worst. Hell, just this morning she’d had to practically drag him out of the bathroom. Yet she was still here, still wanted to be here, content in his embrace. Part of him kept thinking that maybe this was all a very well-choreographed dream and he’d wake up back in Downing Street in a minute.

“I’d ask you out to dinner but I don’t think that it would be all that romantic an occasion,” he said.

Belle laughed. “Yes, what with secret service bodyguards and journalists looking for a scoop, I don’t think that it would be very intimate, and I’ve been working here long enough to know that the food in the House is absolutely atrocious. Dinner would be lovely, though.”

They both knew what she was suggesting, and it made sense. After all, Belle spent so much time in Downing Street that it was a second home to her; Sutherland had only been moved in for less than a month and Belle was already keeping a change of clothes in her office for when they’d been working so late she didn’t want to go home. The Downing Street Chief of Staff hadn’t been entirely in jest when he’d suggested setting up a camp-bed for her under the cabinet meeting table.

“There’s no vote tonight, so we should be able to get back fairly swiftly,” Sutherland agreed. “And if the worst comes to the worst, we can order in. I’m sure that it would make someone’s day, delivering to Downing Street. I could make someone famous as the person who delivered the Prime Minister’s pizza.”

Belle snorted, her shoulders shaking as she tried to muffle her laughter. Finally she composed herself and looked up at him.

“At any rate, we need to celebrate today’s success,” she said. “One session down, and hopefully several more to go.”

“Will you be there for them?”

Belle smiled, and went up on her tiptoes to kiss him again, firmly and deliberately.

“Of course I will.”

Even if their fledgling relationship didn’t go the distance, Sutherland knew that he could rely on Belle to have his back whatever the world of politics might throw at him.

There was a timid knock on the office door, and it briefly occurred to him that he had work to do and he probably ought to stop kissing Belle and get on with running the country, but he wanted to enjoy the moment for just a little while longer.

“Erm, Prime Minister… Oh.”

The door closed again as soon as it had opened, and Sutherland wondered if he’d succeeded in scarring an intern for life on their first day on the job, before deciding that it was a risk he was willing to take.

The country could wait a little while longer.

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An anonymous person requested board game night with Team Voltron + Matt, Krolia, Romelle, and Kosmo for @fluffbingo

In the future, let’s try to keep the character amount down please and thank you :D. This was kind of hard to write, and I think I kind of cheated a bit?

It’s technically post series all together, since they’re older? Also, this ended up being borderline crack, but I had fun with it!

Check it out on AO3.

Thank you to @corancoranthemagicalman, @foxwithabunnyhoard, @guardianofzing, and an anonymous person for giving me ideas for this!

Back when the Paladins lived in the Castle of Lions, they started a bit of a tradition. Once every movement, they would sit down with out another and play whatever games they found around the castle, or whatever games they could create from memory. They first convinced Allura and Shiro that it was a good bonding activity, pointing out that even Keith participated in them.

Fast forward beyond fighting Zarkon, Lotor, Haggar, and so much more, they still made a point of having game nights with one another. They were set for every two weeks now (more if possible but definitely two no matter what), whether they were in space in their lions, or on Earth in their homes. When they were on Earth, they each took turns hosting their game night.

Somehow though, it seemed like Lance and Keith ended up hosting their game night more than any of the others.

“Well yeah,” Pidge said one time. “Each person hosts it. You two live together, so that means Lance gets to host, then Keith. It just happens to be the same place.”

Keith firmly called bullshit on that, because he never planned it. Training, he planned. Missions, he planned. Game night? He most definitely pawned that off on Lance. But wasn’t that what husbands were for? (Yes, yes they were.)

As it was, they didn’t even have to plan that much. Coran, apparently, came across a great board game in their travels that he wanted to share with them. He had only informed Lance and Keith of this, and both of them were rightfully a bit wary.

“Don’t worry,” Keith assured him. “I’ve got the fire extinguisher, a first aid kit, a water pump, and a defibrillator.”

Lance stared at him seriously as he finished dumping the last bag of chips into one of their many mismatched bowls. “But is it enough?”

Keith wasn’t sure, but he felt woefully unprepared.

…

Coran was positively shaking with excitement as he held a rather ominous black box.

The little apartment was pretty crowded. Of course, Keith and Lance were both there along with Kosmo, it was their apartment. Along with them and Coran, was Allura, Romelle, Krolia, Shiro, Hunk, Pidge, and Matt. Ten was the exact number that they needed for this.

“I thought it was Keith’s turn to plan and pick game night,” Matt whispered to Pidge, eyeing the box with interest.

“It was,” she answered warily. Matt didn’t understand why he should be so fearful, not even after all this time. They all loved Coran to pieces, but his ideas were nothing short of insane and wild.

The man in question cleared his throat and said, “Now, I know that we normally play board games on game night, but I very recently found this game in an Unilu swap-shop and had to get it.” Coran opened the box and pulled out a very colorful game board that came with absolutely no pieces to play with.

There was, however, a name on the middle of it that shifted and changed until they all understood it.

Garfle Warfle Snick – Boring Edition (No snick included).

Shiro, Matt, Krolia, Romelle, and Coran didn’t seem to have a problem with that, but Allura, Keith, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge were terrified. Kosmo tilted his head and observed curiously.

“No!” Lance cried out as Coran touched the board, but it was too late. Suddenly, the entire room seemed to change around them, and they were in a frighteningly familiar game studio. He looked around wildly, seeing Keith on one end, followed by Pidge, then him, then Hunk, and finally Allura. The exact same as the first time they encountered this. Unlike then though, the second team, consisting of Shiro, Matt, Romelle, Krolia, and Coran were across from them.

“Welcome to Garfle Warfle Snick!” a familiar voice cried out. Bob appeared on his little hover chair, holding his arms out to an audience that actually wasn’t an audience, but a rather just a bunch of random shapes and colours. It was honestly kind of unnerving.

“Coran!” Allura yelled at him.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a game based on the legend of Bob. It’s a simulation, though the only way out is for someone to win the game. I had to upload information into the game to allow it to come up with questions and answers involving our lives or things we’d know,” Coran explained. “It’s a lot more like your Family Feud. I do enjoy that show.” Coran enjoyed most Earth shows, from soap operas, to game shows, to sitcoms.

“No snick?” Lance clarified.

“That is correct!” Bob said, waving an arm in the air. “This is the boring edition of the game with a simple question format and no snick. The game as three rounds, and the team that wins gets to go to the fast snick round – without the snick! Lets get the Team Captains up here first!”

Shiro and Keith both cried out in alarm as they were dragged out to where there were two podiums. Keith eyed it suspiciously. “I swear to god if he shoves another pacifier in my mouth, I’m shoving whatever I can get right up his—“

“And the way this works is that we generated a survey and answers. We put the top five answers on the board. To win, you have to get all five, but if you get three strikes, the second team gets a chance to steal all of the points you’ve earned. At the beginning of each round, we have a person from each team up here. I’ll read the question, and the first person to hit the buzzer gets to answer first. If you don’t do it quick enough, I would normally feed you to the snick, but I can’t do that here. So the other person gets to answer. If the second person gets a higher ranking answer, they get to choose to play or pass. Got it?”

“So we’re playing Family Feud, got it,” Shiro said with a nod of his head, looking at Keith with a competitive stare. Instantly, Keith felt something flair up in him and he stared back.

“Let’s go.”

Bob nodded excitedly. “Top five answers on the board! We interviewed 100 people from another dimension who are obsessed with you, and asked ‘what is their favourite Voltron romantic ship’.”

Everyone glanced at Coran oddly.

“To be fair, fair I used the Atlas to program it so there are many things that could have happened,” he explained with a shrug.

Meanwhile, Keith slammed in hand on the buzzer first, but then instantly started to panic as nothing came to mind. “Uh…I…” A few seconds later, a loud buzzer ran through the air.

“Too slow. Shiro?”

He glanced at Keith quickly before saying, “Uh…Keith and Lance?” There was a dinging sound as the number one spot flipped over. “What? Really?”

“Yes, really, your own little brother,” Bob said dramatically. “Now, play or pass?”

“Play,” Shiro said, before yelping as he and Keith were both yanked back to their teams.

“Really?” Lance asked, leaning around Pidge to glare at him. “Babe, come on! We’re married! You didn’t think we were number one?”

“I panicked!” Keith looked at the board. “Also, Laith? Why does your name get to be first?”

Ignoring this, Bob went to the other team. “Alright, Matthew! Give us an answer?”

Matt blinked before his eyes darted to Hunk. “Oh! Hunk and Shay!” He cheered when the number three spot spun around, revealing Hunay. “That’s an adorable ship name!”

“Uh…” Romelle looked around unsurely. “Allura and…Lotor?” She cringed as the buzzer rang through the air, a big X appearing on the screen. “I am both disappointed and relieved.” Allura’s face said that she felt the same way.

Krolia observed the Paladins before nodding slightly. “Hunk and Pidge.” A small smirk appeared on her face as the number five spot revealed Punk. “They do make a great team.”

“You know, we do,” Hunk said with a shrug.

“Team Punk for the win!” Pidge reached up and high-fived him. “But also, shipping? Romantic ships?”

“Yeah, no. Sorry Pidge.”

“We’re cool.”

“Hmm…” Coran regarded the board. “I’ll say…Allura and Lance!” The number four spot revealed Allurance, leaving on the number two spot empty.

“Now, no hard feelings guys,” Lance said dramatically. “Don’t get jealous or fight.”

Keith leaned forward so he could see Allura with a raised eyebrow. “You can have him if you want him.”

“I’m okay,” she replied with a shake of her head. Lance groaned and slumped on his podium.

“This is so strange,” Shiro noted as Bob came back to him. “I have no idea. It’s not something I think about. Uh…Keith and Hunk?” Another negative buzzer went through the air.

“To be fair,” Keith spoke up again, “Hunk is super shot.”

“Aww, thank you, Keith! I’d hug you if I could reach you!” Hunk said with a big smile.

“You know what?” Lance said as he stood up straight again. “I can’t even be mad, it’s true.” Hunk was close enough to squeeze him in a hug.

“You need one more answer and you only have one chance to get it right, Matt. Give us a ship!” Bob said, leaning on Matt’s podium.

“Uh…Allura and…” Matt looked around unsurely. “Keith?” Another buzzer and he groaned. “Sorry guys.”

“Alright!” Bob flew over to the other team. “You get one chance to steal. Pidge, what is their #2 favourite Voltron ship?”

“Well,” she said seriously, “judging from how people ship characters in our world, and applying that logic to an alternate universe where we’re characters that can be shipped…” She looked at Keith. “I’m so sorry. Shiro and Keith.”

The number two spot flipped around, and everyone on their team but Keith cheered. Keith looked downright horrified. “Shiro is my brother. Literally was my guardian. My teacher. I was a child when I met him and he was an adult.”

Shiro, for his part, looked just as horrified. “I don’t want to play this game anymore.”

Bob looked at him sinisterly. “You don’t escape the game board until someone wins.”

“Okay,” Shiro squeaked out.

Bob smiled warmly. “Great! Pidge, Matt, come on up!” The two both yelped as they were pulled to the front ones. “Now, we asked 100 Arusians, who gives the best hugs?”

Pidge slammed her hand down hard and yelled, “Hunk!” The number two spot spun around.

Matt looked confused before saying, “Uh…Shiro?” The number four spot spun around.

“We’re gonna play!” Pidge yelled before Bob could even ask, and they were both whisked back to their spots.

Bob moved over to Hunk to look at him. “Hunk, you huggable boy…who gives the best hugs?”

“Uh, Lance?” he asked, wincing at the negative buzzer. That was also to point out that Bob skipped Lance for some reason, but apparently that didn’t matter.

“Coran?” Allura guessed when it was her turn, also grimacing at the buzzer.

Keith glared at Bob fiercely, as if daring him to say he was wrong, “My mom.” There was another loud buzz, and he yelled, “That fucking thing lies! My mom and Lance give the best hugs ever!” He genuinely looked like he was going to climb over the podium to fight the simulated alien.

Bob zoomed over to Krolia. “Well, it seems your son thinks you’re the best hugger, but what do you think, Krolia?”

She hummed thoughtfully and then, “Kolivan.” The number one spot swung around.

Keith’s mouth fell open. “Mom…what the fuck?” She just shrugged.

“This is a difficult question, but I do have an answer. A controversial one though,” Coran admitted, stroking his moustache. “Zarkon!” The number three spot spun around and everyone stared at him. “He was great at hugs eons ago.”

“What kind of hell programming was made to create this?” Pidge asked as Bob went back to Shiro for the last answer.

Shiro, clearly panicking, blurted out, “The Black Lion!” Much to everyone’s shock, the fifth spot spun around, meaning they won the round. “What?”

“Yeah,” Hunk said, “if anyone thinks Black’s a good hugger, their programming is faulty.”

“Oh, come on! Everyone knows that Red’s the overprotective one!” Lance yelled out while waving his hand around.

Bob moved to the center of the stage again, “And now we have our final round. Whoever gets this, will go onto our fast points round! Give me Lance, give me Romelle!” The two both yelped as they were yanked to the front. “Top five answers are on the board. We asked 100 aliens, what is the one planet you’d love to visit.”

Lance moved fast. “Earth!” He cheered when it came up as the right answer. “Alright, we’re playing!” He glanced at Hunk as he was whisked back. “Come on Hunk!”

Hunk shifted nervously. “Uh, the Balmera?” The buzzer went off. “What’s wrong with the Balmera? They have amazing people and amazing crystals!”

“It’s okay,” Allura patted his arm. “Uh…normally I would say Altea but I assume these have to be current…maybe Arus?” She grinned boardly as the number four spot spun around.

Keith looked unsure, and shrugged. “Oriande?” The buzzer went off again. “I still wish I had seen some of it.”

“Yeah,” Pidge toned in sarcastically, “because suffocating was so fun.”

“We survived in the endless void of space with those for days. Did no one put on their helmet?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

Everyone around him froze for a moment. “Shut up, Keith,” Pidge pouted and looked at Bob. “Olkarion.” The number two spot spun around. “Yes!” She cheered and high-fived Lance when it popped up in the number two spot.”

Lance calmed himself down and then looked completely unsure of what he wanted to say. “Uh…Senfama?” The buzzer went off and everyone stared at him oddly. “What? It seemed okay for a place with a giant canon, and I also couldn’t remember the world with the mermaids.”

“Too bad!” Bob went over to Matt. “Now, you have the chance to steal, but if you get it wrong, they get their points and win the game!”

Matt narrowed his eyes. “Reiphod.” He groaned when the buzzer went off, and the other team cheered loudly. “What the hell? What were the other two?”

Bob waved his hand at the board, “The number five answer is Thayserix! The number three answer is Naxzella!”

“Who would want to go to either of those places?” Coran wondered. Maybe the programming was off. It didn’t matter though, because the next thing their team knew, they were in the front row seats of the audience.

“And now for our fast points round!” Bob cheered. “I will select two from the team to answer six questions quickly in 20 seconds. They cannot see each other’s answers.” Keith, Lance, and Allura looked towards Pidge and Hunk. “No, I don’t think so. Give me antisocial Keith, and dumbdumb Lance.” Lance appeared beside Bob, and Keith vanished altogether.

“Why is it always us?” Lance asked.

“We’re in your house, of course,” Bob answered. “now, if you don’t get enough points, no one can leave the game!”

“What?” It was a sentiment shared by everyone.

“Ready to go?” Bob asked, not letting Lance answer before yelling, “Put 20 seconds on the board! Lance, we interviewed 100 aliens, try to five us the top answers…A name that Captain Shirogane goes by.”

“Shiro,” he blurted out.

“Pidge’s favourite thing.”

“Peanut butter!”

“Name an Altean.”

“Allura!”

“A Voltron Lion.”

“Red?”

“A Galra?”

“Zarkon?”

“Things Lance Denies?”

He hesitated but then said, “Height!”

“Alright, let’s get Keith out here!” He waved his hand, causing Lance to appear back beside Pidge.

“Wait, aren’t you supposed to tell us if his answers are right?” Hunk called out, but Bob ignored him.

Keith appeared beside the alien. “Alright, Keith. Lance gave us some good answers. I’m going to ask you the same questions, but you cannot repeat the answer. If you do, I would normally feed you to the snick, but I can’t. Instead you’ll get a violent shock through your body.”

“What?” Keith asked him.

“Put 25 seconds on the board! Keith, we interviewed 100 aliens, try to five us the top answers…A name that Captain Shirogane goes by.”

“Shiro,” he immediately said, and yelped loudly at the shock that went through him. “Son of a bitch!”

“Pidge’s favourite thing.”

“Wait, that wasn’t my…uh…Green Lion!”

“Name an Altean.”

“Allura!” Another shock. “Fuck! Coran!”

“A Voltron Lion.”

“Black!”

“A Galra?”

“Krolia.”

“Things Lance Denies?”

Keith’s eyes swung around towards his husband, narrowing a bit. “Having a bonding moment.”

Somehow, that seemed to be enough to make the game around them disappear, and the ten of them found themselves back in Keith and Lance’s living room, the game board sitting innocently on the table.

Everyone stared at it, before Coran clapped his hands together, “Well, that was fun!”

“I mean, the idea’s fun, going into a real game like that, but uh…never again?” Shiro said. Everyone else agreed on that.

“Nonsense, we—no! Bad cosmic wolf!” Coran cried out as Kosmo appeared, grabbing the game into his sharp teeth, teleporting to the other side of the room, where he proceeded to chew it to pieces. “Drat.”

“So,” Pidge spoke up. “New rule for game night. Coran doesn’t pick anymore.”

It was something they could all agree on.

…

BONUS:

“Are you still on about that? We’re married!”

“Can’t remember, didn’t happen.”

“Keith!”

#fluffbingo #klance #laith #keith #lance #pidge #allura #hunk #shiro #matt #krolia #romelle #coran #bob #kosmo #my fanfiction #prompt: board game night

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diveronarpg · 6 years

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Congratulations, BECKY! You’ve been accepted for the role of GONERIL with an approved FC change to URSULA CORBERO. Admin Jen: Truly, Becky, you have left us speechless with this wonderful application! Your take on Grace was a bit unusual, and certainly not what I was expecting as I had established her in my mind as very cold and clinical. But the way you integrated emotions into her portrayal was brilliant -- it gave her a touch of volatility and extremism that accentuated the terror that Grace embodies so perfectly. I loved your future plots especially the evil scheme that you elaborated on and your writing sample left me trembling in both fear and admiration; everything just came together so intricately! I can’t wait to watch as she burns Verona to the ground! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Becky

Age | 22

Preferred Pronouns | she/her

Activity Level | I’ve sold my soul to you now, I can’t ever leave

Timezone | Ok so I wrote BST on Odessa’s app but the rest of the UK gang put GMT (time is a social construct and I’m actually a cosmic entity floating around the globe giving u all forehead kisses)

Current/Past RP Accounts | x x

In Character

Ok so I know you didn’t exactly accept her as an FC for Grace but I’m hoping you warm to edgy-looking neo-noir Úrsula Corberó once you’ve read the app. I admit that my idea of Grace may not be quite what you’re looking for but I wanted to give applying for her a shot because I love me Hot Mess of a character! (but I am also happy to come up with alternatives if not)

Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do?

Character | Grace ‘Goneril’ Daly

What drew you to this character? | So like any good prophecy/vision/intervention of fate, I woke up one morning with a mighty need to play a character who is Odessa’s opposite, the black fur coat leather skirt cigarette ash psycho babe to my honey sweet lace and silk angel of retribution, so I’ve sort of been slyly waiting for Grace’s bio to be released.

It’s her contrast to Odessa that initially drew me in with the chance to explore another character whose existence and presence in Verona revolves around her father’s ties to a mob, but resulting in a drastically alternate result. It will be very different playing a character who doesn’t particularly have a motive for killing (beyond self-preservation and power-lust) and is loyal to only herself.

Whilst I would usually play a character like Grace as being a cold-hearted, emotionless ice queen, I feel as though Grace is better suited to burning. She is a slave to her emotions, the rise and fall of them dictating her mood, all while highly strung and fuelled by a chaotic form of energy. You can very much tell when she is happy and when she is not. She’ll cry in front of you just as gladly as she’ll laugh and kiss you. She’s unkind, ruthless, impulsive, emotional, and she’s ready to antagonise people to her tar-black heart’s content.

Character inspo: Azula from Avatar, Jennifer Check from Jennifer’s Body, Bellatrix Lestrange from Harry Potter, War from Good Omens. Trope inspo Alpha Bitch, Ambiguous Disorder, Blatant Lies, Daddy’s Little Villain, Go-Getter Girl, Hair-Trigger Temper, Improbable Weapon User, Jerkass, Sadist, Spoiled Brat, Virtue is Weakness.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

i. A masterplan;

Step One: Grow to become an important part of the mob you were all but born into. Turn yourself into the perfect player, capable with weapons and unblinking in the face of danger. Step Two: Leave them. Join their rivals. Prove yourself to them by dispatching of a few former associates, low hanging fruit. Become just as relevant within their ranks. Step Three: Collate what you have learnt about the two mobs. Their strengths, their weaknesses. Make a few friends with similar goals to yourself. Corrupt them. Step Four: Start your own mob. You now know your enemies intimately. You know what it takes to break them. Bit by bit, steal Verona out from under their noses. Laugh at their mistakes and dance in the ashes of their burning empires as you build your own. Step Five: Be remembered forever.

ii. The double agent;

Traitor. Grace wears the title with pride, her smile sharp when she comes face to face with both Capulets and Montagues alike. Slinking from one mob to the other was a seemingly effortless transition, welcomed by none other than Damiano himself. She fed him information about Cosimo and his crew, spilling secrets around the end of her lipstick-stained cigarette. It was an easy way in, but now that she’s settled amongst her new comrades she finds herself looking back across the bridge with interest. Power is power but information is advantageous – Grace isn’t above feeding Montague-whispers back to her old associates, not if it means she wins friends on both sides of Verona. That way, it’s impossible for her not to win this war.

iii. Sisters, sisters

Regina and Catherine. Both are equally as disgraceful to the Daly name – one can’t even bring herself to be enthusiastic about the opportunities that lie, shiny and golden, before them, and the other flutters her lashes and talks of peace, of all things. Grace has never paid them much attention, but now that she’s sided with the Montagues she’s realised that the Capulets could do with having their numbers thinned. Whether she’ll try to convince them to switch sides with her for the Montague brownie-points or simply wipe her sister off of the face of the earth forever remains to be seen, but if Regina and Catherine think they can keep their heads down and get away with making the Dalys seem anything less than destined for greatness, they’ve got one hell of a storm coming.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | I sure am, same goes for Odessa now, it’s time to make like Grace and embrace reckless abandon

In Depth

In-Character Para Sample:

She is the thing watching you from the edge of the road, where long grass shivers with the motion of something far more alive than it has any right to be; a pair of eyes that glint in the final rays of the sunlight’s reaches, bleached white enamel teeth ready to sink themselves into those who mistake the night’s cloak as a thing to hide under rather than be consumed by.

She is fresh fruit in the heat, a slow rotting taking place at the centre disguised by mouth-watering scents and a flesh that glistens under the sheen of morning dew. Decay is a dance, slow and tantalising, the heart turning to a sticky dark mess that slides through the fingers of anyone who dares to try and save it.

She is a doctor who has never been able to stop her hands from shaking at the prospect of a new body, eager to pick up the scalpel and press it down into soft flesh, revealing a mass of life clinging to the bones. Her favourite colour is red, the sort that looks black in the evening, droplets turning to pools that spread through pressed shirts and silk pyjamas like tears on pillows. There’s blood on her hands, not always metaphorical. She licks it off, rarely quite satisfied.

Grace fucks like the meeting of hips will reveal the monster that lies beneath her, as though touching there and there and there will unlock ribcages and unleash what’s trapped inside of hearts. But to understand why, you must crawl inside her skull and make sense of what lurks there beneath the smoke of burning houses and vultures picking at once-satisfied things–

“Please take a seat,” Damiano says, and Grace lingers before lowering herself onto the chair, her gaze gliding over the mahogany desk between them before raising to study the man himself.

He smells like her father. That’s the first thing she notices, the faint cologne. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes and the signet ring on his finger keeps catching on things, releasing a dull metallic sound each time. His presence is more regal than Cosimo’s and yet she finds herself thinking the exact same thing – you aren’t worthy.

These men had all inherited their empires, passed down like heirlooms, and as a result they had become lazy. Content. Uninspiring.

“I’m very happy to be here,” she chimes pleasantly. “However… unexpected it may be.” She doesn’t tell him how much she wants this. Doesn’t explain that being welcomed into the inner sanctum of the Montagues is as pleasing as a night of post-murder hot sex. “I’ve always been a huge fan of your work.”

Damiano doesn’t laugh, but he doesn’t need to. Grace is well aware that she wouldn’t have gotten this far if he didn’t intend to offer her something. “I have a proposition.”

I bet you do, she thinks, her well-orchestrated plan playing out like the sweetest of songs. Black-nail-polished fingers press to her chest, feigning surprise. “For me? Damiano, you’re spoiling me.” The words curl up from her lips like tendrils of cigarette smoke. She punctuates them with a light laugh.

The deal is a simple one: information for protection. Spill some secrets to join the ranks. Grace does so without blinking, switching silver for gold, and slowly the pieces begin to fall into place. As with any self-proclaimed god, she grazes her knees on carpet to say thanks to Damiano, sacrifices those she’s left behind, and fills her head with only the loveliest visions of tearing his and Cosimo’s empires to the ground.

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Time for more of ‘Becky attempts to write headcanons’:

Her parent’s little angel turned little devil. Spoilt from a young age, she soon learnt that she could get away with near enough anything provided she smiled sweetly to her parents and told them just how much she loved them. When her sisters were born, the attention that had been on her drifted and Grace found that she had to work harder and harder to hear her name on her parent’s lips.

Grace grew up restless. Her ambitions would flit like moths around a lightbulb, becoming half-planned dreams and broken things. It wasn’t until she was rushed to hospital following a road traffic accident* (which resulted in the removal of a kidney) that she decided to train to become a paramedic. *Her parents later suggested that it was no accident and had in fact been planned by the Montagues,

As a paramedic, she always manages to be first on the scene when an incident linked to the mobs is called in. Strategically, if someone fails to complete a murder she can finish the job herself, or silence any witnesses. Similarly, it also gives her the opportunity to plant fake evidence or remove weapons from the scene. For those evading the eyes of the authorities, she can also help those who have been hurt and can’t risk a trip to the hospital.

She is resourceful and will use whatever is to hand as a weapon. Has been known to dish out the odd black eye, broken nose, crushed windpipe, and acrylic nail scratches. Her father himself trained her to use a pistol and rifle under the guise that he was teaching her to hunt (which, technically, wasn’t a lie – they just never specified the quarry).

She lives by 3 important rules. One: trust only those you would die for. Two: protect what is yours. Three: if something is boring or unimportant, do not waste time on it.

Grace needs to be needed and wants to be wanted. She can’t stand shrinking into shadows and being forgotten. No, she must remain the life of the party and attract the attention (be it good or bad) of everyone.

She was once arrested and fined for drunk and disorderly behaviour on whilst on holiday in England. She slept it off in a cell and was released the next morning with a hefty fine.

She is a big fan of piercings and has a stick n poke shark on her ribs.

Inspo quotes:

“I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise.

“Her mood is cruel, her nature dangerous. Her will fierce and intractable” – Euripides (translated by Philip Vellacott), Medea

“But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.” – Junot Diaz, The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao

#accepted: goneril #accepted

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morwensteelsheen · 3 years

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AFTA Chapter 5 Notes

Éowyn is wearing green for a few reasons.

First, as a reference to green being the medieval “middle” colour (please ask me about the middle colour and Dante’s Purgatorio lmao) —

“Medieval scholars inherited the idea from ancient times that there were seven colours: white, yellow, red, green, blue, purple and black. Green was the middle colour, which meant that it sat balanced between the extremes of white and black.” [x]

And also as a reference to Pastoreau’s take on green knights:

“Conversely, a green knight was a young knight, recently dubbed, whose audacious or insolent behaviour was going to cause great disorder; he could be good or bad.” [x]

And lastly as a reference to Dante’s Purgatorio, in which Beatrice, his first and greatest love, appears to him atop the mountain of purgatory described as such (Kirkpatrick translation):

So now, beyond a drifting cloud of flowers (which rose up, arching, from the angels’ hands, then fell within and round the chariot), seen through a veil, pure white, and olive-crowned, a lady now appeared to me. Her robe was green, her dress the colour of a living flame.

Éowyn embroiders as a thistle as a reference to Hugh MacDiarmid’s brilliant poem, A Drunk Man Looks at the Thistle:

O fain I’d keep my hert entire, Fain hain the licht o’ my desire, But ech! the shinin’ streams ascend, And leave me empty at the end. For aince it’s toomed my hert and brain, The thistle needs maun fa’ again. —But a’ its growth ’ll never fill The hole it’s turned my life intill!

Her little cultural mix up with food service is loosely inspired by the transition period between when service à la française was popular, and when service à la russe became popular. Adapted for my own purposes.

Éowyn musing that the Gondorrim probably hired people to hold their swords for them is loosely based on the role of actual medieval squires, lol

The basics of Boromir (and Éowyn’s!) education is based on notes given by Tolkien in Appendix F of LOTR.

Specifically: “[S]o that at the time of the War of the Ring the elven-tongue was known only to a small part of the peoples of Gondor, and spoken daily by fewer. These dwelt mainly in Minas Tirith and the townlands adjacent, and in the land of the tributary princes of Dol Amroth.”

Boromir’s discussion on the artistic/political merit of print culture is based on my own private research. For more on that, I suggest James Raven’s chapter, “The Book as Commodity” in The Cambridge History of the Book in Britain.

Éowyn’s belief that her people could remember more history than the Gondorrim is based in reality — people raised in oral cultures tend to have better long-term recall. More on that in David Rubin’s Memory in oral traditions: the cognitive psychology of epic, ballads, and counting-out rhymes.

The idea that very few people actually went into the archives/libraries of Minas Tirith is not totally supported by the text, but I’m fudging it based on the following:

“And yet there [in Minas Tirith] lie in his hoards many records that few even of the lore-masters now can read, for their scripts and tongues have become dark to later men.” (This is a reference to Adûnaic iirc But) — The Fellowship of the Ring

"Yet now, if the Rohirrim are grown in some ways more like to us, enhanced in arts and gentleness, we too have become more like to them, and can scarce claim any longer the title High. We are become Middle Men, of the Twilight, but with memory of other things. For as the Rohirrim do, we now love war and valour as things good in themselves, both a sport and an end; and though we still hold that a warrior should have more skills and knowledge than only the craft of weapons and slaying, we esteem a warrior, nonetheless, above men of other crafts.” — The Two Towers

The description of Imrahil’s outfit is based both on this marvellous description in AnnaFan’s Whenas In Silks and on Joffrey Baratheon’s fabulous outfit from fuck knows what episode of GOT. Absolutely brilliant costuming.

Blue is also a colour with a fascinating history (I recommend checking out Pastoreau’s book on the topic if that’s your sort of thing). Blue pigment was pulled from the woad plant, a plant native to the Mediterranean, so it seemed fitting to associate it with Imrahil.

Blue was also the colour of medieval royalty, and given that Imrahil is the only ‘royalty’ (as such, obviously used very, very loosely) remaining in Gondor, it’s another nice fit.

Here’s a cute little Google Arts and Culture ‘exhibit’ on the history of the colour, if you’re bored.

Okay so on Faramir being a bit of a loudmouth as a teenager, I suspect this might be controversial. My take is based on this:

Within minutes of meeting Sam and Frodo, he’s shooting his mouth off about, like, literally everything. Gondor being shit, wars being shit, the Rohirrim being shit, so on and so forth. Obviously he’s serving the narrative function of being Gondor’s Big Exposition Man™ before we get to MT in the next book, but as a character moment it’s pretty intense. This is how he behaves at age 36 and as (effectively) one of the highest ranking military commanders in Gondor.

He’s still pretty mouthy with Big D when he’s getting sent away to Osgiliath. I know there’s a tendency to interpret the line as miserable self-pity, but I think he’s being snippy about it.

The music the musicians play is something Byzantine in my head, it doesn’t have to be that in your head, but that’s just where I was going with it.

Militarily: we’re in autumn 3016 here, So it’s not as if the war proper is gearing up yet, but we’re definitely starting to see a larger output (if you will) of Orcs, and Sauron putting forth a more concerted effort to strip away Gondor’s military resources.

There is remarkably little in canon about the two or so years leading up to the start of the Ring War. Off the top of my head, all we’re given is the destruction of the bridge at Osgiliath, which happens in the summer of 3018.

I’m not a military historian and I’m not going to pretend to be, so I’m mostly just guessing at what the latter days of a war of attrition/early days of a hot war would look like. Forgive me.

Faramir marking the gravesites of the fallen is lifted directly from Altariel’s The Book of Days

A note on the level of communication between Henneth Annûn and Minas Tirith —

We know very little about the practicalities of it. What we know for certain is that access to Ithilien is limited, and knowledge of the location of Henneth Annûn even more so. Still, in February and March 3019, Faramir’s on record as doing quite a bit of riding around between HA, MT, and Osgiliath. He wasn’t doing that of his own volition, most of what he was doing was coming from higher command, so I think it’s not unreasonable to think that there would have been pretty regular communication with the outside world. Have I inflated that regularity to serve my regency-esque purposes? Absolutely. But I also don’t think I’m shooting too wide of the canon mark with it either.

For reference, the distance between Minas Tirith and Henneth Annûn, via Cair Andros, is about 65 miles, which is an eight or so hour ride by horse. Given that the Rangers, when we meet them in Two Towers, number about two or three hundred strong (per Window on the West), it’s not unreasonable to think they may have had a dedicated messenger or two to make communication with MT easier.

#e writes #this look like shit on mobile I swear to god they were formatted normally on my laptop #tumblr man #what a mess #afta

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whitefoxedarchives · 6 years

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LE BIEN QUI FAIT MAL

Starter for @algrimthestrong | Written to this [x]

Algrimthestrong:

“Certainly you don’t look like the licentious lot, but to speak of morals and decency here...” Arching his body flauntingly whilst he gestured at the crowd around them with one of his hands, Lise continued his persuasion, swaying his tails slowly from side to side behind him. Pearls of blood continued their trail down the soft indent of his abdomen, bringing focus to the teasing red lines crossing his torso. Already healing, their scarlet hues were visibly turning deep crimson.

Meeting those eyes, his lips curved into a sensual smirk as his elbow bent and he dipped back down once more. “Besides, I am only... asking for a kiss?” Batting his white lashes at the elf, Lise lowered his tails to a deep swish instead and turned his pricked ears downward, eyes falling once more on those pursed lips.

#algrimthestrong #t.algrimthestrong #t.algrimthestrong.le bien qui fait mal #t #t.nsfw

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2. Yoast Search engine marketing

In regards to on-webpage seo optimization, very few plugins can shine a candlestick into the efficiency and functionality of Yoast Search engine optimization.

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3. Akismet Anti-Spam

Askimet Contra--Spammy may be the only wordpress plugin that you will want to maintain the spammers at bay and keep the long-term dependability of the location.

The plug-in filters and reviews every provide feedback that would be distributed onto your web-site, giving you a status heritage for every single just one in an effort to decide which responses are uncovered spammy by Askimet or use the moderator.

You also are able to see the amount of accepted responses per owner, consider the URLs inside feedback physique, and remove any fewer-than-useful backlinks you might find.

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4. WooCommerce

For anyone who opted to use a somewhat fewer conventional path with all your e-commerce escapades (a.k.a. not utilising Shopify), WooCommerce stands out as the all-in-one particular receptive provider e-commerce console for Wp webmasters.

With variousextensions and features, and customizations that are part of the platform, WooCommerce makes trying to sell on your own Word press page easier than ever ahead of.

Using their wealth of concepts (which are loaded with unrestricted modification) to a chance to easily selldigital and physical, and internet affiliate services, to the plenty of transformation search engine optimization applications, you’ll be tough-pushed to identify a particular wordpress tool that are able to fit WooCommerce in the case of functionality or price (just $12.95/period with their most advanced plan).

5. TinyMCE Superior

If you ever wanted to track the real-time traffic details of your website without logging in and navigating to the Google Analytics website, then Google Analytics Dashboard for WP is the plugin you’ve been searching for.

This straightforward free of charge-to-use plug-in helps you toremove and add, and arrange the control buttons established within the Visible Editor toolbar, providing the power to set up to as much as a number of lines of switches that include (but without doubt aren’t restricted to) font sizes, font family group, content/back ground colours, tables, and so much more.

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6. WordFence Security

With the proliferation of cyber attacks and website hacks in 2018, website security is more important than ever before.

Recommending simultaneously free and paid release WordFence Safety provides ability to access a great deal of instruments for example:

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If you are wary of the security and integrity in the web site, WordFence Security and safety will help you to relax understanding that your site, similar to the shoppers of Allstate, is wonderful possession.

7. Google XML Sitemaps

A different very helpful Search engine marketing wordpress tool for WordPress, Google XML Sitemaps can help search engines like yahoo, Bing, and Google! (consumers still use that, ideal? ) to higher index your internet site which has a exclusive XML sitemap.

As soon as you install and activate the plugin, it will automatically create an XML sitemap that makes it easy for search engine bots to view, crawl, and index your site so that you can enjoy a boost in your rankings and some extra “SEO Juice” for years to come.

8. WP Super Cache

In 2020, the rate of your site is all kinds of things. And with WP Extremely Cache, you could fast and painlessly boost up your website’s standard swiftness.

This free and easy-to-use wordpress tool builds stationary Web coding data through the variable Wordpress blogs web page and therefore the webserver utilizes that document in contrast to operating the heavier (and less quickly) PHP scripts.

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9. Search engines Analytics Dash panel for WP by ExactMetrics

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This plug-in permits you to screen not merely the particular-time customers acquisition and stats routes but the:

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And, because it is absolutely free to use for each your own and business online sites, you have got nothing to suffer a loss of by simply clicking ‘download‘ and giving it a shot.

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10. UpdraftPlus Wp Data backup Plugin

There is nothing much more aggravating (or alarming) towards the average webmaster than the possibilities of getting rid of all of their very difficult content and work because of a defective redesign or unintended coding fluke.

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11. Elementor Article Building contractor

If the Divi Builder and BoldGrid had a brainchild that was converted into a WordPress plugin, the Elementor Page Builder would be it.

Elementor Web site contractor is among the most easy and effective-to-use Wordpress platforms page builder plugins available today.

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WordPress Plugins

WordPress Plugins are to your web page what mozerella, bad solution, and bacon pieces will be to a cooked

With the correctly suite of plug-ins incorporated into your backend, one can noticeably (and immediately) help operation, visuals, and functionality in the location both for your and yourself viewers.

With the myriad of options available to the average webmaster, the challenge of finding the best WordPress Plugins can feel all but impossible.

In fact, it only takes an individual janky series of rule or application gone awry to change your formerly wonderful and glossy internet site to produce a jumbled clutter of nonsensical program code, wonky subjects, and broken efficiency.

We’ve performed the many serious moving for reviewing, installing and you innumerable WordPress plug-ins to check for good which of them are worth your time and which of them aren’t.

So, without any further ado here is our list of the top 12 WordPress Plugins for 2020.

1. Contact Page Form 7

If you want a wordpress plugin that will let you flawlessly create and manage many communication versions, use reCaptcha verification, and make certain that most spammy submissions are filtered by helping cover their Askimet (a little more about them from a secondly), then Contact Form 7 is the final Wp plugin you’ll ever in your life have.

This straightforward wordpress plugin helps you forget about the supplementary codings so as to rapidly publish and create exquisite call styles which may have your owners coming your mailbox.

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2. Yoast Website positioning

On the subject of on-article seo optimization, small number of plug-ins can glow a candle within the effectiveness and usefulness of Yoast Website seo.

Providing that you’ve actually performed standard niche research, the Yoast plugin will point you specific by means of the procedure of perfecting the new articles for the major search engines.

In the thickness of your goal keyword phrase into the optimisation of your headline and h2 tag, to basic readability and metadata, Yoast Search engine marketing helps to make on-website website seo that easy a caveman could complete the work.

It is easy to download the zero cost style on this site or check this to understand more about the Yoast payment plugin.

3. Akismet Contra--Junk

Askimet Contra --Spammy is a only wordpress tool that you’ll must keep your spammers away and keep the long term honesty of this page.

The plugin reviews and filters every single comment which is propagated on your site, featuring a position story every one so that you can pick which opinions were actually uncovered spammy by Askimet or even moderator.

Moreover, you may have the capacity to point of view the quantity of okayed statements for each and every end user, consider the URLs in your review whole body, and remove any a lesser amount of-than-handy links you could find.

The best thing? Askimet is provided for free to get a hold of using for everybody exclusive web sites plus the prime type price pennies on the money, enabling you to help keep your website beautiful and spam-free irregardless of your financial budget.

4. WooCommerce

For all of us who decided to have a somewhat less traditional road on your internet commerce ventures (a.k.a. not utilising Shopify), WooCommerce is considered the all-in-one receptive base online business platform for Wp webmasters.

With variousfeatures and extensions, and customizations built into the software, WooCommerce generates marketing within your Word press blog increasingly simple prior to when.

Using their company wealth of concepts (which all incorporate unrestricted personalization) to the capacity to distributedigital and physical, and affiliate marketing products and solutions, for the tons of conversion optimisation software, you will be difficult-pushed to search for a particular wordpress plugin that can match up WooCommerce regarding user friendliness or price tag (just $12.95/calendar month with regard to their most advanced package).

5. TinyMCE Highly developed

This simple free of cost-to-use wordpress tool allows you toremove and add, and arrange the keys shown in the Vision Editor toolbar, supplying you with the opportunity to configure up to a number of lines of control keys which include (but certainly aren’t restricted to) typeface shapes and sizes, font family, text/track record colours, tables, and more.

Because of the mouse click, TinyMCE will let you drastically improve and make simpler your backend Wordpress platforms practical experience, interpretation that you can look into exactly what you do most beneficial leaving every one of the“button searching” regarding you.

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6. WordFence Reliability

With the proliferation of cyber attacks and website hacks in 2018, website security is more important than ever before.

Supplying both equally free and paid style WordFence Security measures will give you admission to loads of software which include:

•Wordpress blogs main data file sincerity repair and verification.

•Malware, virus, and backdoor checking.

•A firewall that features rate restricting, preventing phony Google and yahoo crawlers, Ip address whitelisting and IP hindering.

•Serious-time website traffic that features Bing Crawlers, Feed audience and the other crawlers and bots. (Yahoo and google Analytics will not feature this facts.)

•E-mail warnings of cautions and important conditions.

•Brute power hacking shield.

•And a great deal far more.

If you’re focused on the security and integrity from your website, WordFence Security and safety will permit you to relax knowing your web site, much like the people of Allstate, is set in really good control.

7. Google XML Sitemaps

Yet another beneficial Search engine optimization plugin for Word press, Search engines like google XML Sitemaps allows search engines, Bing, and Yahoo! (people today nonetheless use that, correctly? ) to better directory your blog employing a unique XML sitemap.

8. WP Super Cache

In 2020, the rate of your site is anything. Together with WP Tremendous Cache, it is possible to rather quickly and painlessly boost your website’s baseline efficiency.

This free and easy-to-use wordpress plugin generates fixed Web coding data from a vibrant Wordpress platforms website and therefore the webserver utilizes that record as opposed to refinement the bulkier (and more slowly) PHP scripts.

Featuring a nominal price level and simplicity of arrangement, WP Excellent Cache is a central plug-in for the site owner interested in increase their site quickness and have the entire advantages that include it.

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9. Search engines like google Google analytics Dash panel for WP by ExactMetrics

If you’ve truly wished to keep track of the true-time website traffic specifics of your websites without the need for signing into and attempting traverse the labyrinthine The search engines Google analytics internet site, then The search engines Stats tracking Dash board for WP by Particular Metrics (experiment with stating that 3 x rapidly! ) is most likely the plugin you’ve been researching.

This wordpress plugin enables you to screen not alone the genuine-time site visitors stats and acquisition routes but the:

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pages, keywords, referrers and •Locations 404 problems stats tracking data

•Site traffic stations, social networking sites, visitors mediums, search engines analytics statistics

•Product classifications, internet browsers, operating systems, monitor answers, cell phone manufacturers google analytics data

And, given that it is completely free for equally unique and advertisement online sites, you have absolutely nothing to lose by visiting ‘download‘ and creating a try.

Learn how to Set up & Use Google and bing Statistics Wordpress blogs wordpress tool (move-by-approach)

10. UpdraftPlus Word press Back-up Wordpress tool

Nothing is a lot more infuriating (or alarming) for standard website owner than the possibilities of dropping all their tough work and content as a result of substandard upgrade or unintentional coding fluke.

The good news is, with UpdraftPlus Word press Back up, the world’s highest-rated (2,400 5-superstar ratings and counting) planned back-up plug-in, you will add the ones anxieties and frustrations lurking behind you.

All you need to do is visit ‘install’ and relax as all of the information is seamlessly backed up straight into the cloud.

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11. Elementor Post Builder

If the Divi Builder and BoldGrid had a brainchild that was converted into a WordPress plugin, the Elementor Page Builder would be it.

Elementor Post building contractor is considered among the most easy and effective-to-use WordPress web page building contractor plug-ins on the market.

At just $50/twelve months for a lone web site, Elementor is definitely worth the bucks and will permit you to quickly and professionally make beautiful pages.

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12. Smush Image Pressure and Optimization

Not a single thing will slow down your web page or gradual your download time periods speedier than oversized and unoptimized imagery.

The good news is, with Smush Photo Pressure and Optimisation, it is possible to compress, resize, and improve your entire website’s visuals in just each and every day.

Click this link to find out why Smush Look Pressure and Optimisation is regarded as the most effective totally free photograph pressure wordpress tool inside the Wp current market.

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