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It’s been a long weekk
Saitama hadn’t wanted to do it but what other choice did he have? It was either kill Boros, let Boros destroy the Earth or help the Association take the alien captive. Saitama couldn’t bring himself to kill the first person to excite a spark of something in him after years of nothing but he couldn’t let Boros kill billions of people. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, rubbing his thumb over the alien’s lower lip, pressing his hand where a human’s heart would be. Seeing him like this, seeing Boros like this, bound and chained thousands of feet below the earth in a special cell made just for him. It…it broke something in him. “I’m sorry,” he repeated when Boros grabbed his forearm, eye so sad. They’d just the alien’s hair when they’d brought him down here, they’d hacked of the long pink strands and was using them for whatever. “I’m sorry,” Saitama groaned, rocking onto his toes so he could press a kiss to the cold, unresponsive lips. He did this every day, came down to this little hole in the ground said sorry. Every day Boros would lean forward, never able to get to his feet, and wait for Saitama to come to him. Boros never said anything, never made any sign that he ever heard Saitama’s voice. “I didn’t have any other choice,” the hero explained, but they both knew it was a lie and even now, there was no betrayal or accusation in that lone, blue eye. “I had no choice,” Saitama lied to himself as he looked away from the infinite sadness lurking deep in that blue eye. I’m sorry.
oh my god.
Like after a few years idk
Someone is going to pay for this. I feel attacked and blessed. “What the fuck is going on here!” Boros doesn’t look up, he doesn’t respond to the voice. How many years has it been trapped in this wretched hole in the ground? How many years since the creature he pledged his undying affections to has come to visit him? Human years work so differently to his own, perhaps Saitama is dead. Perhaps Boros is dead and this is his punishment. He doesn’t know. “Boros? Boros, are you o-alive?” He holds his breath, the scientists have been trying to get a rise out of him for months. They are cruel and relentless, the only thing Boros has left to him is his will. He will not let these people win, he refuses to bow to anyone other than Saitama. “What are they doing to you?” A hand lands on his leg, below his knee but he doesn’t move. He refuses to let their trickery and deception break him. Even as everything inside of him years for the one who made him live, who only did as he had to for this planet. Boros has been here for years. His Empire has no doubt fallen to pieces, his loyal warriors are all either dead or as trapped as he. Trapped here in this desolate place and forced to endure whatever new and sickening tortures these people invent next. “Boros please.” He’s a fraction of his former, imposing size. His muscle has wasted away to nothing after so long without exercise. His skin is broken and cut, it refuses to heal, there is no energy left inside him for healing. He, Boros, who once had enough run-off energy to destroy entire planets, to rival the collapse of a star, does not have enough energy to lift his head to look his tormentor in the face. “They told me you were dead, they showed me a body!” He can almost believe the charade. Can almost believe that they’ve let Saitama down to see him after however long it’s been. Boros wants to believe it but he is no fool. More than likely Saitama found a better match than this alien creature, someone who could provide everything the human deserved. “I’m getting you out of here. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He doesn’t move as the chains are torn from the walls, from his ankles and wrists and neck. Boros stays still and quiet as the impostor carries him out of the metal room in strong arms. He stares at nothing as he breathes in the scent of human sweat and fear and anger, he feels hope as the impostor takes him away but he refuses to believe. “I’m so sorry.”
You were going for tragedy friend. I’m sorry but no one gets to be happy today.
The room Boros found himself in was small, so, so small, it was almost too much, being even more closed in than before. But for some reason it was always bright. Sunlight he realized after a time, actual sunlight. It was so hard to believe. And the smell, fresh, clean, ever changing as new meals were prepared for him as the days cycled on.
This place was…almost too good to be true, but he was no fool. He could recognize an imposter when he saw one, and of his own mate no less. How stupid did these humans think he was?
He’d done his own fair share of torture over the course of his life, one didn’t become as feared as he had once been without being ruthless enough to do whatever was necessary. So he knew how this worked, he refused to break for them, so they must have resorted to desperate measures.
All of this was fake, a lie, meant to give him hope, make him trust, let him become comfortable, even…happy, only to rip it all away. Because how could one truly suffer when they were hopeless? Pain doesn’t exist without happiness, anyone who knew anything knew that.
That’s how he lived now, with his mate always in his thoughts but not in his heart, never close enough to give him hope. It was easier to forget, no matter how much he wanted to remember Saitama’s face, his scent, the unrelenting aura of his power, and the feel of the humans lips against his own. He promised he would live for Saitama. These memories, the joy that they brought him, were luxuries he could no longer afford. Saitama was gone, years without him had proven that.
It didn’t matter how much this imitation whispered sorrowful apologies in his ear, how much time his false mate spent caring for him, making sure he moved enough to slowly regain his strength, feeding him, keeping ‘enemies’ away from their little ‘home’. The nights the unknown man spent glued to his side, fingers combing through his hair, tears streaming down his face as he begged for a response, anything at all, all meaningless. Lies.
Boros wouldn’t break. He would live for Saitama.
Saitama who he didn’t…couldn’t remember. Not even as his injuries slowly healed, as he grew in size, muscles, hair, and skin returning to their previous healthy, vibrant state. Not even as his energy once again began to pool inside of him, almost enough. Almost there.
He smiled at the imposter now. They had conversations, he gave just enough to make his false mate smile. Cold nights were made warm as they held each other close and proclaimed their love with their bodies. But the heat that poured off of Boros’ body wasn’t that of passion. No. It was rage, hate, and determination.
Let him be happy, let them all laugh and plot from where ever they were watching, waiting.
Because finally, after all of these years, his body once again brimmed with the energy he needed. Whatever they had had planned, whatever tortures awaited him when he was inevitably returned to that dark metal room no longer mattered. His victory was ensured.
He promised he would live for Saitama. And he will.
For energy can never be created or destroyed. Only changed from one form to another. And his was no different.
His Saitama. His perfect, all powerful mate was gone. Probably long dead, but they would still live together. Not the same as before, not perfect, but Boros didn’t need perfect. Not now.
Very soon they would walk together in cold, white starlight, as stardust and energy, be at peace, left alone to finally, finally explore the vast universe and each other and everything they had been deprived of before they’d even been given a chance.
He could be happy then. His heart would be filled once more with Saitama. And Saitama? Boros was sure he wouldn’t mind. Things would be different, but they would have forever. Plenty of time for Boros to make it up to him. Plenty of time to make sure Saitama was never unhappy again.
Letting out a sigh Boros smiled, comforted by the though of his mate as he pulled the sleeping imposter close before releasing all of his energy. More than enough to turn this wretched world to dust.
And to dust it went, breaking under his might. He heard the imposter shriek, shout out his surprise, his pain, his despair, but Boros didn’t care.
The freedom he felt as his body disintegrated was absolutely exquisite. Finally. After so long he was finally going home. He couldn’t help the tears that fell from his single eye as he went back to the stars with his mates name on his lips.
He had no idea what he was. Saitama had been his name, he had been human, once upon a time but not anymore. Humans breathed oxygen, they laughed and loved and bled and died. They strove for something better, all their lives, working towards something better. That was their strength, their ability to change themselves. So no, the thing that used to be called Saitama wasn’t human. He had stagnated, he was powerful, too powerful and now he was stuck. When he’d been closer to human, when he’d been barreling towards his stagnation. There’d been someone he’d loved. An alien named Boros who was as powerful as a super nova, who burned bright and free. Then the human known as Saitama had turned the one he loved over to human scientists. He’d let the one thing he cared about be broken, be torn into pieces. Saitama the human had stolen back those pieces but he hadn’t realised that he’d taken pieces. He’d shined those pieces up, made them pretty until they looked like the picture he knew. He’d let himself live a lie, he’d let himself fall for a pretty picture of a thing that had died a long time ago. And he’d let an entire world pay for his few moments of happiness. Boros had destroyed the Earth. He’d killed billions of people in a single move. He’d killed ever human, every man, woman and child but he hadn’t killed Saitama. Saitama had found himself in space, in space where it was freezing and burning at the same time. In space where there was no air to breathe and no food to eat, where his lungs always felt like they were about to collapse and his stomach felt as though it was cannibalizing itself. He floated in space, in the space where a planet of billions used to exist. He held the same breath he’d been holding for years and he stagnated. He lived on and on, remembering his faults and flaws and mistakes. Maybe this was his punishment. For his arrogance, for his foolish ignorance. Maybe he was cursed to exist forever, alone and in silence with nothing but his failure to keep him company.
Goodbye.
Boros, I’m so sorry.
So very sorry.
Ok y’all want worse? I can definitely do that:)
Boros didn’t know what he’d been thinking. What expectations he’d had. But whatever this was… it wasn’t what he thought.
There was no grand reunion. No recognition of his mates energy in the ruin he’d created, not even the sweet embrace of nothingness. He just felt cold.
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He…what was-they. …They had been in the darkness for so long, had there ever been a time before the darkness? They couldn’t recall, couldn’t remember a time before this. Before the existence in the darkness where no light came, where no sound travelled and nothing happened.
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Galactic Bulge
Inspired by this art from the amazing @applesaucesensei
Boros’ dick was fucking huge, no two ways about it. Boros dick was huge and Saitama was fucked, and not in the good way. In fact, his current unfucked state was pretty damn annoying and needed to be resolved as soon as possible.
Now Saitama had known Boros was huge, in an objective way, sort of. Boros was tall, more than two entire feet taller than him, and Boros was broad, very broad. And he had muscles that Saitama could never take his eyes off; when the alien was shirtless, all of Saitama’s trains of thought derailed and went up in flames. Oh God and those legs, those thighs, so thick and hard and more defined than a god damn statue.
…what was he? Right!
Based on all these observations, Saitama had known that Boros had a big dick. One that was probably the same blue as his body and maybe even lit up and glowed with the same ‘cracks’ as his face. There wasn’t a possible way for Boros to have a small dick, it was just physically impossible so why had Saitama never considered the practicals?
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I can’t even express how
how much perfection there is to this.
so here-
Did one of the mods write the anonymous fics? They're really great and the plots are unique! Nicely done!
Nope! The fics are all from a kindly writer who requested we make them anonymous. I hope they see this. They deserve the praise.
boros is very cute…… .. .
The Planets Bend Between Us
Day 1: I love you to the moon and back
There is a song that Saitama sings, a song without words, on a cold winter’s day.
Inspired by Snow Patrol’s song “The Planets Bend Between Us”.
Read on Ao3 here.
Saitama holds Boros close, his breath fogging up the window panes. The curtains are drawn as they lie in the futon, staring at the grey skies outside. It’s a cold day, the coldest winter that he has ever experienced. His alien lover is unused to this weather, having been born in a planet that rages and burns. Ice and water are unknown entities that envelop them in fear.
Boros trembles in his arms and Saitama smiles, placing a soft kiss on Boros’ cheek. The alien who towers over Saitama tries to burrow himself deeper into the blankets that cocoon them both. He attempts to make himself seem smaller, pushing his head into the crook of Saitama’s neck.
His legs tangle up with Saitama’s, hands interlocking at the hero’s back. His breath brushes against Saitama’s ear and he lets out a soft laugh from how ticklish it feels.
They hold each other in a tight embrace, sharing the heat between their bodies. The chill passes them by, gathering in the space that surrounds them. He rubs the alien’s back in gentle, slow strokes. Boros gradually stops shivering, letting out a soft sigh.
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okay so………. my late entry to @borosaiweek I guess it could be the Best fight prompt or the Villain prompt (or both, lol)
IM SO SORRY @borossuggestions u know i luv u!! and @villainsaitamasuggestions i luv u too XDDDD
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I've submitted four small fics and I hope the mods will get it! Thank you for everything (*≧▽≦)
We did! Thank you for each and every submission!
Day 7: Meeting under a different circumstance Submitted by anonymous.
Boros arrives to earth three hundred years too late. He has every intention of conquering it, to raze it with flame and despair, to leave a sigil in this foreign world. Yet here he stands, on the floor of rust and dust, and the world is dead, flickering only with shadows and red cracks.
He certainly did not expect it.
Even the air is bland and it burns when it touches his flesh. Nothing can continuously survive in such environment. It’s impossible.
Perhaps leaving will be a better choice and for a moment, Boros weighs the option. It’s not an absolute loss to abandon such a virulent world but maybe there’s more to discover should he decides to stay for a few more moments. Earth is vast, it has lost its beauty but surely there’s richness that still lingers.
He’s an invader, but he’s also very much a scavenger.
Day 6: Medieval Submitted by anonymous
He’s not easily put off by many things but Boros has to admit that the sight of his court sorcerer’s chamber is rather uncomfortable and a bit outlandish. It’s one of the places in the castle where he refuses to go if he requires no need for it.
Yet the King finds himself passing the narrowest hallway and the darkest corners where the candles barely lit, seeking the young warlock with a reluctant ease. Boros goes down the long stairway to the basement. He does not stop to study the new runes branded on the oak door when he pushes it open, a scowl is carefully set on his face.
Day 5: Reversal Role Submitted by anon
In truth, Boros takes no pleasure in doing what must be done. And yet at the moment, fighting back is their only method for survival, their only salvation and he’ll be damned if he allows any more of his people fall by the intruders from another world.
Another faraway world where Boros can’t even imagine reaching it yet. At least, not in this lifetime.
“Boros!”
Day 4: Supernatural Creatures Submitted by anonymous
“If you go to Tartarus and enter the kingdom where only the wicked and tormented ones scream, you won’t leave the abyss unharmed. You soul will be put asunder, and your mind will break.”
Bang breathes as he sharpens the steel. The flame from the furnace dances as the tiny sparks dissipate beyond the shadow. He does not look at the demigod, does not address him more than necessary.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: ワンパンマン | One-Punch Man Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lord Boros/Saitama (One-Punch Man) Characters: Lord Boros (One-Punch Man), Saitama (One-Punch Man), Other(s), Genos (One-Punch Man) Additional Tags: Pining, Red Light District, Kinks, orphan - Freeform, Homelessness, Adult Entertainment, Pet Play, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Human!Boros, Teenagers, Overprotective, borosaiweek, Rape/Non-con Elements, Violence, Sugar Daddy, sugar baby, Frottage, Memories Series: Part 3 of Borosaiweek Summary:
Borosaiweek Day 3 Sugar Daddy AU
There’s no way I’m going back to how I was before!
Although…it seems as if the overly rough hands wandering throughout his body and slobbering mouth, sucking at his neck, could argue otherwise.
Saitama cringes as he covers his face with his arm, his latest client getting more than a little over enthusiastic about the pliant body beneath him.
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Prompt: AU: Medieval
Guess what I found in the depths of my system.