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Height 6'0" Body Type muscular Smokes no Drinks yes Drugs ?? Sign ?? Education decent Occupation blacksmith, page Income ?? Children no Pets Pebbles (horse), Mutt (dog) Hobbies alchemy, blacksmithing, playing dice, drinking

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01. WINE OR BEER

either

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

what is this

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

bath

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

what is a ninja

.05 TITS OR ASS

both

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

what is this

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

summer

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

leather

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

either

Personality Type
ENFJ-A - The Protagonist

ENERGY79%
extroverted
MIND54%
intuitive
NATURE58%
feeling
TACTICS76%
judging
IDENTITY54%
assertive

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[Dodger flinches at first, as if he's expecting Henry to punch him. It takes until Henry's arms are already wrapping around him before he properly registers what's happening, and presses back into the hug almost desperately. It takes real effort not to crush Henry's ribs, when he wants to just cling onto him as hard as he can, but he manages to at least keep it painless.]

Sorry. I'm sorry. I fucked up, I should've talked to you, I...

[He takes a shaking breath. Fuck, it's so much harder to keep his composure with Henry this close.]

...The flowers are stupid. I know. I just... didn't wanna show up like nothing happened.

They're not stupid.

[ Henry speaks from his armful of Dodger, though eventually he does pull back so he can usher both of them inside his room. That's all the same, save for the absence of Dodger's things in the mix.

Maybe the flowers don't make everything better, but they're Dodger's attempt to make things right and that matters to Henry. Mind you, he's still pretty angry. ]

You should have talked to me. What were you thinking? I was going mad with worry about you, and the one time you show up in so many days, it's ...

[ He trails off. Because he doesn't even like thinking about that encounter. It was stupid in so many ways. ] I was starting to think I didn't fucking matter to you at all.

[That does get him to relax a bit. Sure, normally he'd push back and insist something like this is stupid, but Henry's accepting his apology and that's all that matters. It matters that there's one less relationship he's completely fucked up.

Henry's room feels empty without Dodger's various belongings, and it still bothers him to know that stashing things here doesn't actually do anything... he'll just have to work on getting a new guitar, more potions... fuck, he needs to make sure he and John are still on okay terms.]

I thought... [He grimaces.] I thought I could rank myself back up before you noticed, or at least... before you asked me about it. I thought if I told you what happened before the cracks started showing up you'd get pissed at me.

[Which, in retrospect he can see how stupid that is.

Before answering that last bit, he takes a moment to cup Henry's face in his hands and press a kiss to his lips. Slow and purposeful, like it's going to fully dispel that worry.]

Henry, I'd burn this whole resort to the ground if it meant keeping you warm. [Another kiss.] Of course you matter to me, I just... I don't know. I was out of my head. I'm glad Vash showed up before I did something worse.

[ Once he's sure that Dodger isn't just going to run away again, Henry turns so he can set the flowers aside. He'll properly take care of them later. Right now, Dodger and trying to figure him out is more important.

Lucky for Dodger, Henry is just going to go ahead and state what he's thinking out loud. ]

Now that's what's stupid. You really thought I wouldn't notice, when I think about you everyday?

[ Henry is always thinking about Hans or Dodger. Sometimes he's thinking about them at the same time, even. In guilt, in worry, in love. To think he wouldn't notice that he just hadn't seen Dodger in however long it took him to rank up is ludicrous to him. Even knowing how much Dodger gets around.

Truthfully, he's about to go off about how pissed he is now, but being led into a kiss extinguishes that a fair amount. He sighs against Dodger's lips, trying to ignore the way those words strike his chest in way that fills him with grief and warmth in equal measures. ]

Even if he hadn't shown up, I ... Dodger, please talk to me. Don't try to keep things from me because you think I won't understand or I'll be mad or whatever else.

[He shrugs awkwardly - he doesn't really have an answer. But the idea that Henry thinks about him every day... well, isn't surprising, but it still makes his heart flutter to know Henry was worried about him.

At least the kisses help, as does that fact that Henry doesn't reject them.]

I... died. A couple days before the cracks started showing up. I thought I could handle it by myself, figured it would just take a couple days to sort it out, and then... I got some of that gold shit on me and just lost my fucking mind. I figured it was just... better not to be near you, in case you got hurt.

[His gaze lowers to the floor.]

And I died again. A few days ago. I just got back from the medical wing, actually, I... uh. I ran into Esikko while I was like that, and... [He hesitates for a few seconds before the thing in his chest decides to force the truth forward.] ...and I forced him to take his mark off me, and then I was- going to force myself on him. Dabi and Bakugo found me and killed me.

[ It's a little vindicating that Dodger doesn't have a further excuse for that. But Henry's eyes just go wide a moment as the other man starts talking. ]

Merciful Jesus— [ He crosses himself, lowering his hands after to rest against Dodger's arms. It's a lot to unpack in these few sentences, so he has to take it bit by bit. Because none of it can be glossed over or forgotten about. ] Twice, Dodger...

[ That must be why his things disappeared, which Henry thought about at the time, but didn't want to believe. It's already bad enough to hear that death isn't permanent in this place. His expression contorts into one of hurt. He's sad and worried for Dodger, he's mad he couldn't do anything about it, he's filing the names away for later. ]

Is it gone, then? The mark?

[ That's important to know, before he gets to the rest. ]

[Honestly, he's still pretty proud of himself for not dying up until now, given his reputation, but he has the sense to keep that to himself. Better not to worry Henry more.

He really doesn't like the hurt on Henry's face, though. Dodger ducks his head a bit, looking like a kicked dog, but he nods and lifts his shirt to show the blank space where that red tiger lily used to be. The scars from trying to remove it himself are still there, now over plain pale skin.]

It's gone. So he couldn't use it during the fight, but... he had other shit he could do. I think he could call Dabi and Bakugo in with his mind, he... didn't say anything, but they already knew where he was. I don't see why else they'd show up in my room.

[ Henry's eyes follow the movements, resting on the blank but scarred spot on Dodger's chest. It's a relief at least, that that won't be a problem anymore. When he looks back up, he's frowning. ]

The bastards. [ He'll ... process that later. But even with his loyalty blinders on, something is bothering Henry. ] Why did you have to go after him once it was gone, Dodger?

[ Granted, Dodger was acting very strange, on account of the goo no doubt. But if he'd just left Esikko alone ... if they'd just parted ways ... ]

Was he responsible for the first death as well?

[Dodger's shoulders slump further, and he drops his shirt. They're getting into the territory of things he's truly not proud of, and he already didn't feel great about everything else.]

I was flaring, he was close and he smells good. His blood smells like flowers, and... it's hard to think when I smell something good. [Another awkward shrug.] I guess I thought... it was gonna be the last time I got close to him, I should get his card before I let him go. But I wouldn't-... I'd like to think I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't... golden.

[He opens his mouth to answer the second question, and hesitates for a good few moments before shaking his head.]

No, uh... I was sleeping with Arthur. John's boyfriend. I got too rough with him, Arthur said it was fine, but... John tracked me down afterward. [He finally meets Henry's eyes, and takes his hands to squeeze them gently but urgently.] Don't hold it against him. I don't. I'd probably do the same thing, if you got hurt.

[He's still thinking about tracking down Bigby and punching him for the dare he gave Henry, he's just been too busy.]

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The fucking flares...

[ Henry tries to hold back a groan but doesn't quite make it. He's not particularly impressed by Dodger's reasoning either, but after finally experiencing a flare himself, he does know that it can be hard to control ... urges.

For a card though? It doesn't seem worth it. And good thing Henry isn't in the middle of a flare right now, so the jealousy he feels over Dodger still apparently being a bit attached to Esikko is only very dull and not raging and unreasonable. It's easy for him to move on to the next point, which genuinely surprises him. ]

John? No, kurva.

[ He definitely believes that John is capable of murder and a great many other things, but that he'd actually do it?? The harder part is that Henry would also (has already threatened to, even) do something crazy if someone hurt a person he cared about. So he can't be furious about it. ]

I ... won't. [ He sighs, running a hand over his face a moment. Then that hand comes to rest beneath Dodger's chin. Henry studies him quietly for a few moments, though he's unable to completely quell the hurt that still lingers in his expression. ]

I don't ... know what to say anymore. You really worried me. Are worrying me. But I'm mad, too. Really fucking mad, Dodger.

[ At Dodger, at Esikko and his thugs, at himself too. He feels like he's being pulled in five directions, and it's excruciating. Yet that must be nothing to having died twice and come back again. ]

Edited 2026-05-05 02:00 (UTC)

[Dodger leans his head against Henry's hand, giving him a searching look. All that guilt that was plaguing him during the last few weeks is coming back in waves, every time he sees the hurt on Henry's face. Makes it hard to keep eye contact at all, but it feels important to.]

So hit me. Or yell at me, or... whatever you need to do.

[He knows it's probably not the right answer, but it's still what he's used to. And it feels fair. Henry deserves to get a good few punches in, Dodger deserves to get hurt for worrying him.]

Or... ask me whatever you want. No secrets, I... [he feels like he lost that right when he used privacy against him] ...I wanna make this up to you. I'll tell you who scratched me up in March, too, if you want.

[ Dodger deserves to be punched in the face, that's for sure. But Henry just huffs softly, moving his hand up to the side of Dodger's face instead. ]

Bastard. We both know that won't do a thing.

[ Maybe he'll insist that Dodger fight him with the power-suppressing collar on again soon. But that doesn't matter so much right now. He leans in, close enough to bump their foreheads together if Dodger will let him. ]

Tell me. [ Not that a name is going to immediately connect the dots, but he definitely wants to know who was responsible for those wounds. ] And Dodger... the way you run off to these people who hurt you all the time. Is it because I won't? Like I'm not ... good enough or something.

[ That feels like the wrong wording when you're talking about how you won't near-fatally (or actually fatally) maim your boyfriend, but he can't think of anything better at the moment. He feels a little silly for asking, also especially since they are where they are, and it's not like Henry only sleeps with Dodger either. Something in his brain just needs to know, though. ]

Might be hot.

[He manages a self-depricating sort of half-grin before leaning in to let Henry bump their foreheads. And he takes a deep breath there, just enjoying the closeness.]

Bigby Wolf. He's the one that gave you that dare with the spices. [Henry might not have gotten the name, but Dodger could recognize his network handle.] He's... not a werewolf, but close enough.

[That question... well he has to think about it, and he feels very self-conscious about how long he has to think. So he covers up some of that by seeking out a kiss.]

It's just... like sex, or drinking, or... smoking. It feels good, getting hurt, getting forced down and used. I feel weird when it's been too long. So- yeah, I go to other people because I can't get it here, but I can't expect you to be everything, right? You're still the only person I come home to at night. I belong to you, just you.

That defeats the purpose I think.

[ He shakes his head briefly, all but giving up on the idea of giving Dodger the punch in the nose that he deserves. Now he blinks a few times, feeling a new kind of anger rise up in him as he gets a name. And it's a werewolf. And he's the one who had Henry eat something spicy and had the gall to judge him on something really personal! What are the odds... ]

What, are you fucking serious? That guy? [ Truly an unholy creation, a pox upon the earth and the hearts of good men. Why does Dodger have to be interested in him? ] I'm going to— Wait, you know about the dare too? Then you know he called me an adulterer!

[ Just when he thought he was calming down a bit, he gets this news. Dodger's further answer to his question also doesn't make him feel the greatest. He understands the explanation, it just isn't nice for him. Even the kiss doesn't really stop his pulse from rising, his heart dipping back into his stomach. ]

I know, I— I get it. It's just...you're supposed to cherish people that you love. What's worse is during that flare, I didn't hate it. But I can't do for you what someone else with your strength can. And when they go too far— and they do, Dodger — I can't even do anything about that either. You'll bring me to an early grave with how frustrating it is to care about you.

[Dodger shrinks back a bit from the anger, although he stays close enough that Henry can keep touching him. He deserves it, that doesn't stop it from feeling awful.]

Henry, we're both adulterers. You fuck people other than me, right? It doesn't matter.

[He doubts that's going to help, since this clearly means something to Henry. And he figures it's also best to keep to himself that even before coming here, he wasn't overly concerned with being faithful.]

...I'm not used to loving people the way you do. Being gentle, not... fighting and hitting and forcing them to listen. It's not how I grew up, it's not how I was with my partners back home. I'm... trying to be good, with you. [Although it helps that Henry never seems to do anything wrong in Dodger's eyes.] ...I'm sorry. For... everything. I know I'm fucked up, I don't want to drag you down with me.

What?

[ Henry genuinely looks like someone just flipped him off for no reason. ]

We're not even married! ... Anymore. Augh— [ All this sin really hurts his head. ]

Whatever. Anyway. That Bigby guy is a huge cunt.

[ And he'll go tear him apart later. For now, he tries to recalibrate his focus purely on Dodger. It's easier, when the man in front of him says things that are just so sad to Henry, and every ounce of loyalty and love in him wants nothing more than to tear that sadness out. ]

You deserved better than that. And I'm trying to show you. I'm doing the best I can ... [ Or is he? He can't tell anymore. Maybe his best isn't enough and never will be. It wouldn't make Henry turn away from Dodger, but what about the other way around? ] You aren't dragging me anywhere I don't want to be. Just ... talk to me. Trust me a little more, will you?

[Dodger's willing to believe Bigby's a cunt. Sure, the wolf's been good to him, but he doesn't know him. And Bigby fed Henry spices and made him upset and that's enough for Dodger to be willing to kick his ass.

Later. Right now his focus is on Henry, and on seeking out another kiss to try and calm him down a bit.]

I trust you. I do. I just... [he grimaces, and the thing in his chest acts up again, demanding honesty.] ...I didn't want you to be disappointed in me. For hurting people, for getting killed. And I told myself if I didn't talk to you then I could just... put it off, for a while, not have to... deal with it. I didn't have a plan, I was just... avoiding it.

[ Henry kisses him back, and is even a little slower to pull back from it again— He's missed it — but something about Dodger's explanation is just so silly to him. ]

I'm more disappointed that you tried to avoid me and hide things from me. You know that now.

[ He sighs softly, brushing his knuckles against Dodger's cheek. ]

You really hurt me... [ He's still kind of hurt about a couple of things, but he knows either he can work them out himself, or they can together. ] But I'm glad you've come to me now, and told me things. It ... makes things so much easier.

Sorry.

[He knows it doesn't really fix the damage, but that can come with time. Earning trust, proving that he learned something. And hoping he doesn't backslide again anytime soon.

Dodger leans into Henry's touch, and closes his eyes briefly.]

No more secrets. If you want to know something, I'll tell you.

[He looks briefly conflicted. Considering pledging to stop things Henry doesn't like, but... maybe better not to. Who knows if he could actually stick to that.]

You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, I don't... want to hurt you. [At least not emotionally.] I'm just... still figuring this out. How to have people close to me, I mean.

[ Maybe it doesn't, but it still means something, especially since Henry thinks Dodger hasn't dealt out a lot of apologies in his life. It'd be nice if he stopped some of the things he does, but Henry doesn't expect it. He only wants to try and show Dodger the other side of things and maybe ... change his mind. Or at least offer him comfort where he'd not had it before. ]

I told you before, I'm not going to run away that easily. So you should let me help you sometimes.

[ He pauses briefly and then suddenly pulls Dodger into an embrace, a lot of tension drifting off his body at last once he does so. ]

Just ... don't fucking do that again. And for Christ's sake, try to stay alive.

[Dodger hardly thinks this is an easy excuse to run away. And he nearly says as much, before Henry hugs him again and he just hugs back.]

I won't. I promise, I'll come find you if something happens. And... I'll try, to stay alive.

['Try' being the important word there.

Dodger presses another kiss to Henry's lips, and then another, while he slowly tries to guide him toward the bed. It's been too long, and it's probably the best he can do to really sooth Henry's nerves.]

Just... relax. I'm here, I'm gonna stick around. I don't wanna be back in my room right now, anyway, not 'til I rank up.

[ Listen, he knows what Henry meant! ]

I'll remember that.

[ As Dodger told him once, a "promise" is a really powerful thing. He'll hold him to it. And if he can help it, Henry is going to make sure that Dodger does stay alive. Whatever he can do, he'll do it. Yes, that could mean he gets hurt instead, but to him that's the better trade off for the people he loves.

He allows himself to step back toward the bed, sliding his hand down Dodger's arm until he's able to take his hand. He snorts a small laugh. ]

That isn't possible around you. [ And he means that almost entirely affectionately. He's missed the other man so much though, he has no arguments, pulling him in for another kiss before the backs of his legs even hit the mattress. ]

[Dodger lets out a noise like a purr, chasing that kiss eagerly before pushing Henry gently onto the bed. He's taking it as a compliment - he likes being chaotic, doesn't entirely see it as a bad thing that he keeps other people on their toes. Even if it is aging Henry terribly, surely the excitement is worth it.]

Don't know when I'm getting more potions... so lucky you, you get to bottom this time.

[Not that he's in any rush. For now he just positions himself between Henry's legs, and settles in to rut lazily against him while he keeps pressing more kisses to his lips, jaw, neck, wherever he can reach. Beneath the affection, there's also something a little more possessive - they've both been around other people for weeks, he feels the need to reclaim his territory. To touch everywhere someone else might have touched, and leave marks for others to see in the future. The first of which is a harsh bite to Henry's neck, stopping just short of drawing blood.]

[ Something in this place was always going to be aging Henry exponentially, so it could surely be worse.

He lands down against his elbow before Dodger's fully joined him. Then his arms wrap up around Dodger's shoulders and neck as he leans up into the kisses and returns them with feverish ones of his own. Never mind that he'll have to move those arms really soon so he can pull off his or Dodger's shirt. ]

I don't care either way.

[ The answer is breathy and in between kisses, and it's true almost all the time, but especially right now. When he does finally get too impatient to feel skin on skin, he reaches between them to pull Dodger's shirt up. Before they get completely carried away, he wants to give a better, proper look (or touch ... or maybe taste) of the flesh that's free of Esikko's mark. ]

[Dodger hesitates a little when Henry goes to pull his shirt up, but he moves with it, helps get it off and onto the floor. He's moved past any self-consciousness he might have about his body (at least with Henry specifically), but his necklace was among the things the resort took as payment for his 'surgery'. And he feels incredibly naked without it, especially without anything to cover the spot where it's supposed to hang.

He sits up a bit, partly to let Henry examine him and partly to give himself room to tug Henry's shirt off.]

It was... my favorite flower. Esikko's mark, I mean, he made it a tiger lily. They're my favorite.

[He has more to say about that, but he has trouble putting his thoughts in order. There's just... a lot there. Hurt, betrayal, anger, grief, the feeling that he shouldn't feel any of those things because he's got someone better to focus on. Or that he should be over it by now. And even if he doesn't feel much guilt about anything before it, he does feel guilt over how he got Esikko to take the mark away.]

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