May's Muses

Stellar Waves - Lunaotic

Washing her dishes in the available sink after lunch break, singing to herself with quite the pep in her step.

"Ah, I see. Personally, I'm only interested in preventing casualties. I'm something of a healer, you see." He gave her a rakish grin, as if being a healer was an edgy admission. For him specifically, it sort of was.

A healer, he said. A vigilante, then, she assumed. Not a hero, but certainly not a villain, if he aimed to be ' handy ' for harmed civilians. Well, she supposed, she couldn't knock him for it. He might come in handy if things below went any worse than they already did, and she herself had somewhat of a code when it came to her villainy.

❝ Then keep your attention below, bird. Things are taking a turn, ❞ she replied, gesturing to the fight below.

"Ah, I confess, I didn't expect to see anyone else up here..." His gaze was fixated on the fight below, watching for injuries he might be able to fix. "I apologize for the intrusion; I doubt it will take long."

Tensions rose in her shoulders as the stranger approached her ━ cloaked in darkness and feathers, he likely wasn't one of the ' good guys ' fighting down below ━, though some of it eased as he spoke. Still, her guard was up ━ it always was.

Silently, she turned back to inspect the fight, watching between the four people in the alleyway. Evenly matched, it seemed ━ two heroes, two villains. She almost wondered how it wasn't over quicker.

Feeling her observation partner's eyes upon her, she spoke, though not facing him.

❝ They're in my territory. I am deciding whether or not the victors will be allowed to walk away without repercussions from me. I don't tolerate meaningless scuffles near places under my ... jurisdiction. ❞

"Ah, I see. Personally, I'm only interested in preventing casualties. I'm something of a healer, you see." He gave her a rakish grin, as if being a healer was an edgy admission. For him specifically, it sort of was.

Stood atop a nearby building's roof, The Warden simply watched the fight below in silence, having hoped to not be noticed by anyone down there, heroic or villainous. It seemed her hopes had been in vain. With a sigh, she spoke first;

"Ah, I confess, I didn't expect to see anyone else up here..." His gaze was fixated on the fight below, watching for injuries he might be able to fix. "I apologize for the intrusion; I doubt it will take long."

He chuckles softly in spite of the aforementioned blush-dying, and leans in.

"Careful, Dear Heart. Old habits die hard, you know, and I just might be tempted to theft."

Once he had his permit, he held no illusions that he'd never see Warden or Eraserhead again. There would be no reason for them to tolerate him further, and he'd finally be out of their hair. They'd been very kind to support him through this process, especially Warden, who'd spent so much extra time helping him. But Julian didn't intend to burden her any more than he already had.

He'd stay out of her way, from now on. He owed her that much. That didn't mean he liked the idea. Quite the opposite.

Foolishly, even knowing how things would have to end, he'd allowed himself to become accustomed to her presence. He liked spending time with her, liked sitting up at night discussing interesting topics, liked making her laugh, the sight of her smile, the sound of her voice, the touch of her hand, the force of her determination, the strength in her kindness, the care in her words, the grace in her fight. He liked how she never made him feel like the burden he knew himself to be.

More than liked, if he were to be honest. Much more than merely liked.

Heavens above, he was such a wretched creature.

And now he was about to lose her entirely.

So his smile that day was bittersweet at best, though he was trying to force it for her sake. He didn't want her to think him ungrateful. And he was, admittedly, a little bit proud of himself for managing to pass. He'd never wanted a license, but having it did take a little bit of pressure off his chest. He wouldn't have to look over his shoulder so much. That was a novel feeling, after such a long time running from the law. He was a free man.

Too bad freedom didn't come with the one thing he actually wanted.

"Hmm? For telling me wha-" was as far as he got before she was kissing him.

....His brain completely short circuited. Kissing him. She was kissing him!!! Pure elation clashed with utter confusion. This wasn't in his little script. No, he was supposed to hide his misery through this celebration meal, and then bid her farewell. Not- What- WHat?

Dazed, stunned, gobsmacked, he stared at her as she spoke. Every word more astonishing than the last. She liked him?? She'd always liked him??? She wasn't- She didn't hate him for that initial unwanted boldness???? What????

❝ Yeah, I should. You acted like a deviant, and you were a villain when we met, ❞ she smirks, knowing full well her words would fluster him even further. ❝ By all accounts, I should've left you to the wolves when you got arrested. ❞

Her smirk grew a little bolder, and she stayed intoxicatingly close to him as she spoke. But make no mistake, she was nervous too. Nervous this was too much, nervous that this little play of acting a little seductive was going to bite her in the ass. But she wanted to. She liked seeing Julian flustered.

❝ But things don't always follow the mold we make for them. You are, unfortunately for me, terribly attractive, Devorak. Handsome, adorable when flushed pink, and - and I knew this from the moment I knew your motivations - a kind man. I knew you had potential, beyond being a villain. You could be a great man. And ... and you are. You've always been. You just needed encouragement. And I was more than willing to offer it to you. ❞

Then, finally, she pulled away, to give him some space, some air to breathe that wasn't filled with the smell of her shampoo. Maybe enough to let him clear his head, without being overwhelmed by her. Dear god, maybe she was doing too much ?

Was he dreaming? Was he drunk? No, he'd never been so drunk as to start hallucinating, and his dreams were never this wonderful.

Too forward? He almost laughed. How could this be too forward, when he'd practically been begging, in that first meeting? Deviant was putting it lightly; he was obscene. But in spite of all that, she was here, asking to see him again. To keep seeing him.

A painful squeeze in his chest crushed his happiness, reminding him that he didn't deserve this. That she would be better off, not getting mixed up with him.

Sobering, he swallowed and tried to express this.

"...Nothing in this world would make me happier, Maxima. I mean it. It's just... How do I put it..."

He sighed and gave a wry smile. "...Bad things follow me, Max, I... I bring bad luck and pain to people close to me. I always have. I haven't spoken to my sister in a decade or more, because I don't want to bring her any more suffering. I..."

Julian, reading her text and swiftly turning the color of a tomato: [???? With... me??? You want a baby with *me???*]

Warden wants YOU to give her a baby.

Oh this prank is going GREAT.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

The moment they had met, Warden liked this guy.

He was terribly handsome, a bit of a flirt, and oh so pathetic when his persona fell. What was there not to love about him ? He was charming, polite, and despite his beginnings as a villain, or anti-hero/vigilante, he had a good heart. She always liked him a little, in truth, she was only waiting to tell him. And walking to a restaurant to celebrate his permit acquisition was a good time as any to do so.

❝ You know, Julian, now that you passed your permit exams and you're back on as a member of society, I guess Aizawa can't give me shit anymore for telling you this, ❞ she began, smirking a little.

Quickly, she stopped walking, grabbing the collar of his top, and lifting herself on the tip of her toes, planting a kiss on his lips, quickly ━ always leaving him the option to pull away, to push her off of him ━ but with passion in it nonetheless.

Then, she pulled away, grinning to him with mischief in her eyes.

Once he had his permit, he held no illusions that he'd never see Warden or Eraserhead again. There would be no reason for them to tolerate him further, and he'd finally be out of their hair. They'd been very kind to support him through this process, especially Warden, who'd spent so much extra time helping him. But Julian didn't intend to burden her any more than he already had.

He'd stay out of her way, from now on. He owed her that much. That didn't mean he liked the idea. Quite the opposite.

Foolishly, even knowing how things would have to end, he'd allowed himself to become accustomed to her presence. He liked spending time with her, liked sitting up at night discussing interesting topics, liked making her laugh, the sight of her smile, the sound of her voice, the touch of her hand, the force of her determination, the strength in her kindness, the care in her words, the grace in her fight. He liked how she never made him feel like the burden he knew himself to be.

More than liked, if he were to be honest. Much more than merely liked.

Heavens above, he was such a wretched creature.

And now he was about to lose her entirely.

So his smile that day was bittersweet at best, though he was trying to force it for her sake. He didn't want her to think him ungrateful. And he was, admittedly, a little bit proud of himself for managing to pass. He'd never wanted a license, but having it did take a little bit of pressure off his chest. He wouldn't have to look over his shoulder so much. That was a novel feeling, after such a long time running from the law. He was a free man.

Too bad freedom didn't come with the one thing he actually wanted.

"Hmm? For telling me wha-" was as far as he got before she was kissing him.

....His brain completely short circuited. Kissing him. She was kissing him!!! Pure elation clashed with utter confusion. This wasn't in his little script. No, he was supposed to hide his misery through this celebration meal, and then bid her farewell. Not- What- WHat?

Dazed, stunned, gobsmacked, he stared at her as she spoke. Every word more astonishing than the last. She liked him?? She'd always liked him??? She wasn't- She didn't hate him for that initial unwanted boldness???? What????

His joke reminded him that Warden was very aware that he did, in fact, bleed blood, since she saved his sorry hide. He cursed himself silently.

Everything came back to that, to him. He'd overstepped with both her and Eraser Head when they first arrested him, and then even his attempts to clean up his act and be good had just caused more problems.

She probably hated him. Surely.

He sobered and fought an urge to say he was fine, since he actually did have a question. He wished he didn't have to bother her with it.

For someone who might hate him, Warden had seemed oddly casual with Julian, placing her can of liquid sugar on the table between them and leaning over the table to peer at the books he was holding, and some of the papers spread out on the table. Ah, that whole ordeal ... She had complained so many times to fellow pro-heroes and administrators about how so many tests for professional hero work were geared specifically for combat and offense, when so many useful quirks could not be compatible with those.

How was someone with invisibility meant to destroy giant robots? How was someone with a healing quirk supposed to restrain opponents? Not all heroes were meant for offense work, yet, the system put in place for gauging their abilities did not give them a chance to show their other talents. And now, it was failing Julian as well.

" Mmh, not exactly. We can submit a request for you to go through studies geared for rescue work instead of general hero courses, so you can get a license for the former rather than the latter. Of course, that will mean you will not necessarily be requested to, able or allowed to join in missions where we need to apprehend villains, but that can always be amended later, and you can make a case in specific situations for your usefulness. But we're not there yet. "

" It's still important you know about combat techniques and defense in combat, though. Even though you will not be expected to fight in rescue missions, as they say, 'shit happens'. Villains lurk in rescue sites, and this course expects you to learn to defend yourself in some way, at least long enough for support to come for you. "

This didn't seem fair at all. Just because his quirk didn't lend itself to beating people up, was he to be denied the very license everybody was insisting he get? Did the powers that be just not want him on the battlefield at all?

He nodded along, looking thoughtful. He knew how to throw a punch, but there were two problems. 1, that was about the limit of his fighting skill. He was better at dodging and retreating. And 2, taking a punch without getting... distracted, that was something he was still struggling with.

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i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

But, this was what they needed him to do. Warden, and Eraser Head. Julian had caused them enough problems, both as a mediocre villain and as a reckless vigilante. He needed to pass this course and get his license so he could finally stop causing them trouble and bother.

Which was why he couldn't fathom why Warden wanted to be around him more than she had to be. Maybe just to make sure he passed. That was probably it.

He was jolted from this line of thought by the cold drink on his neck. "Hey!" he laughed, trying to ignore his face burning. He blushed too much around her; she probably thought he had rosacea.

With a chuckle, she put the drink into his hand, and walked around to sit in front of him, placing her own drink and snacks on the table between them. Humming, she looked over his notebooks and papers. Good, he was taking this seriously.

❝ It's better to study with a drink and some food, so you're not distracted by hunger pangs. And the caffeine, too, ❞ she explained, opening her can with a clck-!, and drinking a big gulp of the hissing liquid immediately.

❝ So, how's it going ? Everything' making sense in those books, or do you need clarification for something ? You're lucky enough to have one of the supervisors aiding your studies, you should feel free to ask for help while it's offered. ❞

His joke reminded him that Warden was very aware that he did, in fact, bleed blood, since she saved his sorry hide. He cursed himself silently.

Everything came back to that, to him. He'd overstepped with both her and Eraser Head when they first arrested him, and then even his attempts to clean up his act and be good had just caused more problems.

She probably hated him. Surely.

He sobered and fought an urge to say he was fine, since he actually did have a question. He wished he didn't have to bother her with it.