#// I will say: Its perfectly fine to respond to these further! They just wont get an image response <3

[battle-subway-ghost]

wher e is he

give him back give my friend back

[ssplague]

Chapter Two

A rough start we get off too

Series Masterlist

Katsuki B. X Reader

Rated M

⚠️Warnings: SMUT, improper use/depiction of certain kinks, abusive, manipulative, toxic behavior, unreal ideals of sex, use of daddy, ddlg themes, hard Dom, etc.

Let the SMUT commence

The way each pair of lips fit so perfectly together was absolutely enthralling: Passion was raw, ferocity was made so obviously evident from the growl he emitted at each attempt you made at sucking his tounge into your mouth. Only separating to take in a few large gulps of much needed oxygen, before diving back in to repeat the process over again.

“Please….P-Pleaseee…Kat..Suki…I-“ he presses a finger to your lips. That brief period of oxygen deprivation seemed to of induced a delirium of sorts. Assessing your thoughts has become similar to sifting through wet sand; Try as you might, you just can’t seem to comprehend what exactly you’d been attempting to beg him for in the first place. This look of empty headed confusion is also something Bakugou commits to memory, a first glimpse of his dumb little girl. He surveys you with bemused interest, looking as composed as ever.

“Down that bad for me hah? All I did was kiss ya a little and you’re already falling to pieces on me” the finger on your lips slides down to tilt your chin up, while he dips his head down to whisper in your ear. “Cant even imagine what kinda mess you’ll become once I finally split cha open with this big cock, such a stupid little girl”.

You suck in a deep shuddering breath as your legs suddenly give out beneath you, leaving you helplessly sliding down the wall. Bakugou laughs in such a condescending baritone as he effortlessly picks you up and deposits you on his bed. Picking his chair back up, he moves it beside the bed to take a seat in front of you.

“Listen real close to what I’m about to tell ya cause its important, open those fuckin’ ears princess cause if I end up havin’ to constantly keep repeatin’ myself…” he leaves the implicated threat hanging in the air between you two. Swallowing what remains of your now virtually non existent pride: You sit up straight and lean forward slightly, making sure to hold eye contact while he spoke. As the one sided conversation progresses and you inevitably begin to feel the need to either scoff or mouth off, you lightly bite your tounge. When the need to roll your eyes seems irresistible you make sure to blink a few times.

Bakugou and his ego always seem to have a way of destroying any sort of illusion that he is anything other than a self-righteous narcissist. Well, now he’s YOUR self-righteous narcissist…CORRECTION; You cant think like that anymore….from now on he’s….daddy.

The thought accompanies a brief pang in your metaphorical gut, is it regret? Maybe guilt? You aren’t sure.

“-Last ones, your still paying attention right princess?”.

Hearing his question has your eyes immediately snapping back into focus. You take in the handsome (but grumpy) face in front of you, nervously wondering when exactly he’d invaded your personal space.

“Y-Yes daddy, I’m listening to you” you stutter slightly, now noticing he’s actually kneeling on the mattress with you.

“So every day I expect you to do your absolute best” now with each statement he leans further into you, “You’re always going to remember how much daddy cares about you”. He presses a large hand against your chest, forcing your back down against the pillows behind you. “Realize that daddy always knows what’s best for you” both hands now rest on either side of you, effectively caging you in.

“You’ll always know that you can rely on daddy, and will trust him one hundred percent of the time”.

The intensity of his crimson stare has your face burning up, and heart rapidly pounding in your chest. It’s now taking a serious amount of conscious effort to keep your eyes locked with his. “Any questions? Comments?…..concerns?” he puts an emphasis on that last word, wolffish grin firmly in place.

Shaking your head apparently wasn’t a good enough answer because its followed with a stern; “Use your words princess, you either say: Yes daddy or No daddy….understood?”.

“I understand daddy….I’ll follow your rules daddy” you reply, embarrassment evident at having to repeat the unfamiliar word.

“You sure? It’s not like you to have absolutely nothing to say” he’s testing you, you’ll play into it this time.

“Well if you insist…..I do have a question, just one” at this his eyes instantly narrow and you could have sworn you’d seen a few stray sparks emit from his palms.

“Would it be too much to ask daddy if he wouldn’t mind kissing me again?”

🌆

Euphie checks her phone for the eigth time since she’d last texted you over forty-five minutes ago. Why weren’t you responding? Maybe she really had pushed you too far this time….A large hand comes to rest over her much smaller one, at this she finally sets her phone facedown on the table with a sigh.

“She wont stay angry with you forever, her and Bakubro might be having such a good time together that she’s forgotten all about her phone” Kirishima tries his best to reassure with his usual smile. The sudden wide eyed, dead pan stare he gets in return whipes that smile from his now reddening face. He’s realized far too late at what his words seem to of implied.

“I didn’t mean it like that! Really! I promise I didn’t! M’sorry”. Seeing the red head this flustered is so adorable, his companion cant help but giggle.

“I know Eji, dont worry about it”.

Entrusting your care to Bakugou was fine: He cares about you almost as much as she herself does. If she wasn’t certain how genuine the boy’s feelings toward you were, none of this would ever have happened.

Yeah, everything is going to be just fine….You’ll thank her one day.

💥

Bakugou’s crimson gaze is way too intense while roaming over the female laying down on his bed. Having her completely bare, and spread out before him is an accomplishment he shamelessly contragulates himself for. She’s getting self conscious now: Delicate hands come up to cover her chest, and plush thighs press together in an attempt to hide the drooling mess kept between them. It’s all or naught though as her legs are suddenly wrenched apart, and each wrist is now pinned above her head, held in just a single one of his hands.

“Nu-uh princess, no hiding….keep those legs open…wanna see all of you” condescending words only seem to widen his feral grin.

Seeing his cock now freed from its previously strained confinements as its looms above you, standing tall, has your leaky little hole twitching. The smooth inner walls inside repeatedly clenching in anticipation. Bakugou trails a finger from clit to slit as he hums in approval.

“What’s this hah? Such a fuckin’ mess your makin’ down here”

“S-Sorry daddy…I cant help it…Just want you so bad…dont wanna wait any longer…Please dont make me wait more” a soft roll of your hips accompanies your pleading whines. Your continuous begging for his cock has that monster stirring in him again, he has to forcibly push the dark thoughts away before addressing you again.

“If I dont prep you then-“ you interrupt him.

“It’s fine! I can take it, please just take me…” he notices your moment of hesitation before you lock eyes with him while adding “make it hurt”.

You’re just so fucking bold!

Trying to make demands, disguised as requests! Its so cute he cant help but caress your cheek before bestowing upon you the last gentle kiss you’ll get until he’s throughly DESTROYED you for anyone else.

“Dont ever fucking tell me what to do again” he growls before slamming his hips forward.

He’s buried balls deep inside you: Your initial gasp at the sudden intrusion, now morphs into a silent scream that has a you arching up off the mattress.

“Got that you greedy little slut? See what happens?” He taunts through gritted teeth.

Your cunt squeezing and spasming around his cock feels incredible, to the point he has to busy himself with sucking harshly on your neck to keep from releasing desperate whimpers of his own.

“I can take it…please move….m’sorry daddy…please don’ be mad a’me….”

“M’not mad at you baby….s’okay” He manages to reassure you through his clenched jaw. He finally starts to move inside of you, desperately trying so hard to take it easy on you. All precedent falls apart when your legs wrap around his waist, now he’s digging you out.

“Y’okay?” He rasps while continuously ravaging your tight cunt.

“M-mm-more than okay” you stutter.

“Taking my cock so well baby girl….Fucking hell!” His lewd compliment causing your insides to involuntarily clench.

“Deeper! Deeper!” You plead.

Katsuki thought you’d preferred his shallow thrusts, but if you really wanted your guts rearranged he’d be pleased to make it happen. He grabs one of your legs, placing it up on his broad shoulder, while the other remains curled around his hip. Straightening up he smirks down at you, before delivering a harsh slap to your clit. Now beginning to rapidly piston his hips while taunting you: “What did I tell you earlier hah? Answer me dammit!”.

His hot hand comes down on your inner thigh and you cry out: “N-Not supposed t-to tell y-you what to d-do!”. It shouldn’t be possible for you to be squeezing him even tighter, but somehow you do. That can mean only one thing… “Gonna cum aren’t you princess? I can feel ya choking the life outta my cock”.

A pathetic whine accompanies your vigorous head nods and he growls in response: “You.better.fucking.not” a thrust accompanying each word, “Y’dont fuckin’ listen, shouldn’t let ya cum at all with how you keep misbehavin’, better start fuckin’ beggin”.

Horrified at the thought, you fight through the fog permeating your brain and force movement out of your lolling tounge.

“P-please daddy, I’ll b-be good from now on if y-you’ll just let me c-cum! Y-you’re just making me feel so good daddy, no one’s ever made me feel this i-incredible before” your panting breaths making it too difficult to continue speaking. Even if he doesn’t believe it, your words are entirely true, this is the first time you can ever recall feeling like this during sex. A foreign sensation is making its way into your gut, your limbs are moving of their own accord, you cant think straight when you manage to speak next: “Its too much! Too big, Too deep, Too intense! I c-cant take anymore please make it stop!”.

“Stop? Oh fuck no princess, after all this lip you’ve been giving me, you think I’m gonna let you tap out like a little bitch? Think again” his thumb begins to rub harsh circles against your clit. “We’re not stopping until you cream all over my cock like a nasty girl like you is supposed to, then you’re gonna do it again when I blow my load inside this tight fucking cunt and you’ll scream my name while I fucking do it because this pussy is all mine! Got all that you fucking whore?”.

“Yes daddy” you whimper, face screwed up in tight concentration as he finally pushes you over the edge. Your eyes fly open as you blindly search for his hand, gripping it tightly in attempts to anchor yourself in reality as a sudden rush of dopamine floods your brain. White hot pleasure seemingly overwhelming every single nerve in your body, making your legs shiver as you faintly hear yourself calling out his name repeatedly. Katsuki is the only thing you know in this strange foreign place: This comforting warmth suddenly invades your tummy, continuously being pumped inside you while you moan at the newfound sensation.

A pair of strong arms wind themselves around you, pulling you closer, making you feel safe, at ease, loved?

“Come…back…..come back to me” he’s calling for you. Your soul had to of vacated your body; You feel Weightless, you’re floating, “Daddy?”. Suddenly you start sinking, and without warning your body jolts, “Katsuki?!”.

“M’right here princess, daddy’s got you….Disappeared on me for a lil while” his familiar voice is grounding. His fingers card gently through your hair, and for the very first time you’re seeing a “Soft” side to this so easily angered man. Sighing contentedly you snuggle into his chest, letting his caramel scented sweat overwhelm your senses.

“I really like this”

“Hah?! That’s all you have to say?!”

Ah there he goes, moment ruined, illusion shattered.

“I’m sorry. But I’m not entirely coherent just yet…you uh…you kinda did a number on me there” you mutter sheepishly, making an attempt to escape his embrace. Its immediately thwarted, and your pulled right back against his chest. “Ah fuck…knew I shoulda just made you wait and prepped you properly….Sorry about that, guess I just got caught up in everything”. Surely hell has frozen over: Katsuki Bakugou just not only admitted a possible wrong doing, but APOLGIZED for it as well!

“Ive wanted to do this with you for so long: Fuck you, hold you, be with you, and I fucked it up! Just like I always seem to fucking do, I-“

“Daddy” your voice effectively silences his self-depreciating rant. His hand begins to gently run up and down your back as he mumbles a “Yes princess?”.

You lean back slightly, tilting your head up so those cute doe eyes can stare up into his, the smile your wearing makes his chest tighten.

“M’not hurt, sore but not damaged….I wasn’t referring to my body, I meant you did a number on my mind…Besides I asked for it remember? I’ve wanted this for a long time too, so I got impatient…Please dont berate yourself, lets just enjoy this moment as the first of many now…Kay?”.

That’s right, you’re his now; Along with the opportunity to care for and make sure to correct you…he’ll be able to do this with you again. You had given yourself to him after all, so he can have you as many times as he wants, whenever he wants! He’s far too occupied with his lewd thoughts to care about the foreboding darkness thats begun to emerge from its confines within his skull.

You don’t remember falling asleep but Katsuki gently prods you awake: “Baby…wake up, Its dinner time…I made food for us…c’mon princess you need to eat”.

You whine, attempting to burrow further beneath the blankets, “Not hungryyyy...wanna sleep more!”.

“Dont make daddy ask you again, you wont like what happens”.

Not interested in ruining such a wonderful night, you begrudgingly sit up. Noticing he’s seated at his desk, with a large steaming bowl set infront of him. You slide out of bed, standing up and realizing you’re naked, but strangely not embarrassed by it.

“Here” he tosses you a shirt, “Now c’mere, hurry up before it gets cold!”. Pulling his shirt over your head as you pad over to him and take a seat on his lap. Noticing the single spoon and bowl has you looking at him with genuine curiosity. “Since you like actin like a damn baby so much, figured I’d continue treatin’ you like one” his words make you grin sheepishly again, and you hold out your hand expectantly waiting for him to hand you the spoon….he doesn’t.

Taking an impressive spoonful of the steaming food he then proceeds to blow on it before bringing it up to your lips.

“Say ahh, brat”.

“Wha-?”

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he shoves the spoon into your open mouth. Of course it tastes amazing, but he doesn’t plan on keeping this up right? WRONG!

Repeating the pattern of giving you a bite and then taking one himself.

“I can feed myself y’know…” you mutter growing increasingly flustered at the insulting action but more so the fact that its making you feel….excited?

“I dont think you can princess….I always hear Euphie bitchin at ya for skipping breakfast or to hurry up and come eat dinner” pausing to feed himself, then repositioning the now loaded spoon back infront of you before continuing.

“That shit ends today, gonna teach ya how important it is to take care of yourself, and if you wont? Then I guess daddy will have to do it for ya”.

You’re squirming in his lap by the time you accept the last bite,swallowing thickly before making an attempt at vaulting off his lap. Large hands immediately snag you around the middle before your feet even touch the ground.

“No, No, thats not how we do things around here, where the fuck are your manners?” he slips a hand between your clenched thighs to move them apart, and then brings a slap down to the inside of each. You dont even know why he’d done that and the shock is evident on your face. “You like when I baby ya, dont lie to me LITTLE girl”.

“No I-“

“What’s this then?” he quickly interupts while holding up the palm he’d previously slapped you with. Glimmering in the low light is your sticky arousal coating his palm.

“Sorry” your voice is barely audible as you hang your head in shame.

“Mhm sure you are…Here I am being a good care taker to you and what did you do? Sat there thinking all kinds of nasty things while I spoon feed you, you really are a fuckin depraved slut aren’t you princess?”

You bite your lip as your eyes start to water,still refusing to look up and far too embarrassed to respond. A finger beneath your chin forces your head up and his breath hitches when he notices tears getting ready to fall. A malicious smile now turns his lips upward as he cups your cheek, “Look at that…shes about to start crying and all because of what? Cuz you just exposed yourself for being the depraved little slut you are?”.

“NO! No im not I-“.

“You are” his grip tightens painfully on your jaw, pulling your face forward so its now just an inch away from his own, “And I fuckin’ love it”. Then he’s surging forward pressing his lips against yours; Forcing his tongue into your mouth, hand coming around to grip the back of your head. Your lungs are on fire while his hand slips under your shirt to harshly grope at your chest. Clawing his forearms is finally enough to get his attention and he reluctantly pulls away. You’ve just barely began catching your breath when he suddenly stands up, keeping a firm grip on your ass to carry you, before dropping you onto the bed.

“Take that off and-“

*knock knock knock*

The sudden knocking followed abruptly by Kirishima’s muffled shouting, startles both you and Katsuki, and the rattling door knob has you immediately springing into action.

“Hey we brought back desert to share with you guys! So just meet us at my room whenever you feel like it, Euphie’s changing her clothes and then she’ll be there too, we’re gonna watch a movie if you two wanna join us!”.

He must have heard Bakugou’s standard non-committal grunt in response, because you hear his retreating footsteps trail off down the hall.

Grabbing your skirt out from underneath the bed, you stand back up.

Just as you’d gotten to your feet your immediately pushed face first onto the mattress. A sweaty hand takes hold of your hip in a bruising grip, while the other delivers a sharp pinch to your ass cheek. Yelping in response to the sudden harsh yank of your hair that proceeds a whisper of:

“You didn’t really think I would let you off that easy did you? Your fuckin’ cake can wait brat, we’re done when I fuckin say we are, got it?”.

✨

A/N: I hope this chapter was to everyone’s liking, I’m actually kind of nervous to post it but 🤷🏼‍♀️ Chapter 3 has a fair amount of smut in it as well so look forward to that. I’m hoping to get another one shot up for “A man of his word” this week, if you like extreme Yandere Bakugou check that out. I have one penned but it needs to be typed up.

[thr-333]

Mismatch- Part 8

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020

Meeting your Dad! Again!

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“She’s ok,” Marinette informs Marion, rechecking her bruised forehead.

“Already called the cops and ambulance,” Marion bounces a crying baby in his arms, humming a random tune.

Marinette nods, she doesn't try to move the lady. She leaves her to check that the goon who attacked the mother was still securely tied up, even if they were unconscious. The baby's cries calm, replaced by giggling as Marion makes faces. Marinette smiles at the scene. Hearing the quiet touch down of feet behind her she pivots coming face to face with the Batman.

“Who are you,” He demands in his usual growling voice.

“We-”

“Shush!” Marion hisses as the baby starts to wail again.

Marinette rolls her eyes, trying not to feel nervous that Marion told the Batman off.

“We’re just passing through the city, and decided to help out a bit,” Marinette explains, as Marion walks up to stand next to her.

Marinette checks the entrance to the alley. More out of habit than actual concern. Someone she assumes to be Robin by the costume was blocking the way out. As If Marion was going to make a break for it holding a baby.

“This city-”

“Uh! No, no, no, I need that to stay on thank you,” Marion interrupts him, trying to gently stop the baby from pulling down his mask while holding both up.

Marinette can practically feel the irritation rolling off Robin. Batman surprisingly seemed to be perfectly fine with being interrupted, likely because the baby was very cute. Marion manages to keep his mask up, holding the baby down and away from his face now.

“Um… sorry…. Please continue,” Marinette turns back to Batman. Marion bouncing the upset baby, trying to make up for his lost toy.

“This city is dangerous, it already has plenty of protectors, you aren’t needed here,” Batman looms over them, as if just his presence would make them instantly agree and send them packing.

“Really? Then where were these ‘protectors’ five minutes ago?” Marion snaps, the tension in the air sets Marinette on edge all to aware of negative emotions, “If it wasn't for us these two would be dead,”

“We had our eyes on the situation,” Robin speaks up for the first time.

“While we were doing something about it,” She had lean't not to let anyone discredit you in her early time as Ladybug. Marinette meets Batman's glare, channeling her inner Ladybug to do so. “Even if you could have saved them, it doesn't change the fact we did , also-”

“No, no- wait these are dirty, ah!” Marion exclaims, all eyes turning to him. Marinette watches in disbelief as he completely ruins the moment trying to wrestle his gloved hand away from the baby’s open mouth.

“Could you maybe not?” Marinette hisses to him. He breaks free pulling his hands away from the reaching baby, who starts to sniffle.

“These gloves have touched the buildings, alley floor and punched that guy, which by the looks of it is the dirties of all, I am not about to let this little one get anywhere near those germs,” Marion finishes, pulling off his gloves with his teeth. Giving the baby his fingers to happily chew on.

“You are such a mother!” Marinette hisses, snatching the glove he couldn’t put down with his hands full.

“Thank you,” Marion says once he is free to. Marinette isn’t sure if he meant the insult or taking the glove, probably both. He turns to Batman, as serious as a person being eaten by a six month old can be. “Look, the point is we helped people tonight and isn’t that what matters?”

“Not if-” The sound of sirens in the distance interrupts Batman again, “Let’s discuss this on the roof,”

With that both Batman and Robin deploy their grappling hooks and are gone in a matter of seconds.

“I guess we follow them?” Marinette turns to Marion, “They’re rather confident we won’t just leave, aren’t they?”

“They could catch us easily,” Marion shrugs, “You follow, I’ll drop this little trouble maker off,”

“If you insist,” Marinette leaves him before the vehicles park outside the alley, scaling the building.

“Your friends not joining us?” Batman asks as soon as she flips onto the roof.

“What was he meant to do?” Marinette tries not to seem out of breath, this was easier with a yo-yo, and magic powers, “Leave the baby on the floor?”

Batman doesn't say anything. They peer over the edge of the building, watching as the cops and medics show up. The cops seem cautious of Marion, but don’t do anything as he holds the baby. Marion ignores them talking to the medics instead as the check over the mother. Marion follows them out of the alley. He tries to hand off the baby to one of the medics but it starts crying loudly enough that they can hear it from the roof. Marion takes back the baby, calming it down in a matter of seconds.

“I think this could take awhile,” Marinette informs the company, still keeping an eye on the people below.

“Then I’ll ask you again,” Batman turns to her, “Who are you?”

“Like names?” Marinette asks, getting a curt nod, “Don’t have any, can’t decide,”

“You don’t have codenames?” Robin scoffed, Marinette wasn’t sure she liked his tone.

“We get by just fine without any,” Marinette watches as Marion starts talking with an officer, as the other pushes the goon into the car.

“You are completely unprofessional,” Robin spits out, thats it.

“Oh excuse me, I wasn’t aware there was a hiring facility for vigilantes, whats their motto, ‘vigilantes: we took the law into our own hands and beat people up in dark alleyways, but if you aren't named after a flying animal you are being unprofessional!” Marinette may be a little overtired and jet lagged at this point. Especially since she thinks she heard a laugh somewhere.

“I have formal training,” Robin seethes, “And at least I’m wearing armour,”

“Good for you, you know, I have both those things, just try and shoot me, see what happens, cause I guarantee I- both of us are covered on both accounts,” Marinette challenges, glancing down at the street to see Marion still talking with the officers. She throws in for good measure “You’d think with all your ‘training’ you’d be able to tell,”

With the way Robins glaring, Marinette is sure he’s going to take up her challenge. Good. If that's the only way to get through to them so be it.

“That’s enough,” Batman breaks through the tension, “We will discuss this further when the other one is here,”

Marinette looks down at ‘the other one’ just as the mother starts to wake up. She looks around panicked. Marion rushes to her side still holding the baby. She cries in relief taking the baby from him. Marinette watches as Marion rubs his neck, a gesture she knew as him being embarrassed over praise. With a wave over his shoulder he leaves, scaling up the building like Marinette did.

“I gave the police my statement, since the woman may be concussed, she seems ok but- wow it's chilly up here,” Marion cuts himself off coming to stand next to Marinette

“Your armour isn’t insulated?” Robin sneers, with a pointed look at Marinette.

“Not what I meant, but thanks for clearing that up,” Marion takes in the way Marinette bristles at the comment.

She hands back his glove, still glowering.

“As I was saying earlier,” Batman tries to redirect the conversation, as Marion wipes dribble off his fingers before slipping his glove back on. “Gotham is dangerous, there is no need to put yourselves at risk,”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Marion smiles down at the Mother still holding her baby tightly, “We want to help while we're here, what's wrong with that?”

“You wont be helping anyone if you get yourselves killed,” Robin warns.

“We can handle back alley thugs,” Marinette addresses Robin with a scowl.

“And what happens when it's not, when you run into an actual villain?” Batman asks, the sounds of the car and ambulance leaving in the background.

“We can handle them too,” Marinette says a touch proud, with the confidence that Ladybug always carries.

“You have no idea what you’re dealing with,” The severity to Batman's tone makes his words feel heavy despite being so cliche.

“That's pretty standard at this point,” Marion shrugs, “We’ve learnt on the job,”

“Even so, I won't allow you to risk your lives,” Batman decides, the twins exchange a glance of disbelief.

“You won't allow us?” Marinette asks, “What makes you think we care?”

He seems taken aback, Marinette continues before he can answer.

“The fact of the matter is, we are vigilantes, just like you, if you agree or not we are going to help people,” Marinette preaches, not letting him protest, “Your approval doesn't matter to us,”

Marinette walks past them, followed by Marion. They are about to reach the opposite side of the building when a man dressed in blue and black emerges from the shadows. Nightwing, Marinette recognises the costume, the only costume he's had ever had as far as she's concerned. Nope, she definitely had never found any other horrendous costumes when researching for her designs, nope.

“How long have you been there?” Marion startles, getting a friendly smile, the first friendly smile of the night(baby not withstanding).

“I’ve been listening for a while,” He tells them, “I know you want to help, but we are able to protect just fine Gotham, there's no reason for you to take unnecessary risks, even if you are capable,”

“Even so I-we cannot stand by and do nothing,” Marinette calmly declares, he being the first one to not act like they were clueless idiots, “Not when we are able to help people, and bring a smile to them,"

Nightwing doesn't respond but its clear he has no intention of letting them pass. He doesnt stop them as they walk away to the left side of the building, only to be stopped by Red Robin.

“Oh no, by all means don’t come out all at once or anything, please,” Marion snaps, turning on his heels not even waiting for his speech. Marinette shrugs and follows.

“You should listen!” Red Robin calls, Marinette has to stop Marion from flipping him the bird.

They strike an interesting balance. It was times like this she wondered if the miraculous affected their behaviour, or if it was because of their behaviour that they received their miraculous. They walked to the right side of the building and were predictably stopped once again, this time by Red Hood.

“How many of you are there!?” Marion shouts, Red Hood chuckles. Marion’s anger is only slightly offset by the sound.

“Here? Just me left,” His mirth turns serious “This job ain't all fun and games,”

“For fuck sake! Don’t you think I know that!?” Marion swears, letting Marinette know his patience had finally snapped, “I’ve watched people die, a lot of people, all because I wasn’t good enough! Well now I am and I’ll be damned if I waste that and let more people die when I can do something about it!”

Marinette cringes. She knew Marion still carried the guilt from his earlier days as Chat Noir. The ladybugs always brought people back, but that doesn't change what happened. Marion goes around Red Hood, no one stopping them this time. They jump over to the next roof, getting far away as quickly as possible.

“You ok?” Marinette asks, after they had gone a decent distance.

“Yeah, you?” Marion doesn't quite meet her eye, “I’m sorry for leaving you alone,”

“Don’t worry about it,” Marinette tells him, “Any of it,”

Marion nods, but they both know he will. They continue on with their patrol, less light hearted than usual, memories flashing through their heads.

“We’re being followed,” Marion glances at the direction of their pursuer.

“Ignore them, it’s probably just Robin or something,” Marinette decides, walking in the opposite direction.

They continue on their patrol, going later than they would like because of their follower. It was worth it when they came across another situation in a diffrent alley. ‘What's with this city and alleys?’ Marinette wonders dropping down. They both quickly defuse the situation. Marinette can feel a gaze from above and gives in. When they climb back up from the alley she snaps.

“Are you planning to let us go home tonight, or just keep stalking us?” Marinette asks the empty space.

“Wasn’t planning to, just wanted to see what you could do,” Red Hood walks out from the shadows, Marinette makes sure Marion isn't melting. He is.

“And?”

“You’re completely unprepared,” He shrugs, face hidden by his helmet.

“Great, more lectures,” Marinette turns to walk away.

“No it's not,” Red Hood insists, making her pause, “I can tell you have skill, but you don’t have the tech you need or the support, what are you planning on just walking around the city every night waiting for crime to wall in your lap?”

“This is Gotham,” Marinette accepts the responsibility of leading the conversation. Marion being able to do little more than stutter, probably realising he shouted at his crush about how he weak he is.

“Even so, if you want to help people there are better, more effective, ways to do it,”

“I know, but we don’t exactly have many other options,” Besides transforming, but that was off the table.

“That’s why we’re offering help,” He told them, “Do you want to work with us?”

“What? Why?” Marinette runs the conversation through her head. Wondering when that became an option.

“Why do I want you to? Because you yelled at Batman, and that's hilarious,” Red Hood was probably smiling under his hood, “The others probably just don’t want you to get hurt or something, although Bat's is always looking for new kids to adopt”

“Hm,” Marinette hums, she had to carefully consider their options.

They couldn’t risk revealing any of their identities. However it was also probably a good idea not to piss them all off more. They could use some new gear but they didn’t necessarily need it. The main purpose was to be able to protect their class and friends, now that the Gotham vigilantes knew they were around suddenly showing up wouldn’t be suspicious. They really could get by without the help, it would put too much at risk. Any way you sliced it the answer was-

“Yes!” Marion blurts out, before Marinette can say the opposite.

“What?” Marinette hisses, of course that's when he recovered his ability to speak.

“Great, meet at this location tomorrow night, all the details are on here,” he hands Marion a piece of paper and Marinette swears he internally combusts as their(gloved) fingers brush.

With that Red Hood disappears leaving behind the shell shocked twins, both for very different reasons.

“Why! Why did you say yes!” Marinette practically screeches, turning Marion to face her and shaking him out of his stupor.

“It’s Red Hood! Red! Hood! He asked us personally! We have to do it!” Marion shakes her right back.

“No we don’t!” Marinette yells, breaking away from his grip, shaking her head at the lovestruck look, “Did you actually consider what you were agreeing to? How much did your crush affect this decision?!”

“100%!”

[my-creative-hell]

Deviation (DBH au)

The evening is quiet and tame as Grave works on her new weapon, the slight light from the fading sun illuminating her workspace as she fiddles with her creation.

“Shit…” Pausing her work for a moment, Grave’s eyes wander down towards her hands, and the many small wounds that reside, sliced into her flesh as she had worked, too absorbed in her creation to notice them. Frowning, Grave pulls over some band-aids, carefully applying them to the small cuts littered over her hands.

As she works on applying them, a faint knocking sound comes from the front door to her house, confusion Grave as she shifts her gaze to the door. Not many people would ever come to her house, and especially not at night, making Grave apprehensive as she moves towards the door.

“Hello?” Peering through the peephole, Grave apprehensively greets whoever is behind the door, finding herself face to face with two androids.

“Hello! Are you by any chance Miss Grave?” The shorter of the two androids questions, its voice light as they both stand still, their uniforms perfectly worn as they smile.

“Uh… yeah. Why are you asking?” Grave questions, frowning in confusion as she glows softly, unsure of the situation as the taller android opens their mouth.

“Its nice to meet you. We are your personally assigned androids, designed to assist with everyday tasks around your home.” The taller android explains, a gentle smile pulling at their face as they speak.

“I… that’s nice but w h e r e did you even come from???” Feeling more and more confused as the situation progresses, Grave questions the androids on their origin, wanting answers. They were unlike any model she had seen before, the smaller’s black hair tied up neatly, tiny freckles adorning its face. The taller android had warm skin and curled hair, which had been pulled away from its face, warm freckles littering its cheeks and skin delicately, its eyes slightly different shades of blue.

“We were purchases and written into your ownership by a woman who states she is your mother.” The taller android explains, voice soft and flowy as they speak.

“Greaaat…” Grave sighs, leaning her head against the door as the sarcastic tone rolls off of her tongue. “You can come inside…” She continues, unlocking and opening the door for the androids, unable to suppress all the anger she feels out of her voice.

“Thank you for accepting us into your home. I am the prototype model SC800 but my given name is Scarlet.” The smaller android explains, their LED flickering yellow for a moment before switching back to blue as they enter Grave’s house.

“That’s… t-that’s rad, I guess.” Grave comments, sighing softly as she forces a smile, though it doesn’t touch her face, her eyes remaining dull as she speaks.

“And I am a prototype model RO800 but my name is Rose.” The taller android explains, both androids choosing not to comment on Grave’s strange display of behaviour, thinking better of it.

“Great! Um… I-I gotta go finish a thing.” Grave explains, tapping her feet nervously as she backs away from the two androids, walking quickly to her lab in an effort to get as far away from them as possible.

Watching her leave, the two androids LED’s flicker for a moment, though they let Grave go, able to sense the discomfort coming from her as they move away from the front door, further into the house.

“Hhh what the f u c k, mom?” Entering her lab, Grave leans herself against the wall as she whispers, feeling confused and panicked by the strange situation she now found herself in.

“Y’know what? This is fine! Its great and awesome and not shitty at all.” Grave tries to convince herself, though her voice falls flat. “I love this…” She continues, returning to working on her weapon as the house around her falls quiet, the androids staying silent in the other room as Grave begins to paint the weapon, settling down slightly. But it doesn’t last, Grave’s phone lighting up with a call, making her frown as she picks it up.

“Hello?” Grave questions, her voice sounding frustrated as she holds the phone to her ear.

“Did you get what I sent?” The voice of her mother floods through the phone, sounding as dull and cold as it always had.

“No.” Grave answers swiftly, hanging up the phone as she returns to working on her weapon, not wanting to deal with her mother. But the phone rings again, the noise cutting into Grave as she attempts to ignore it and continue her work. But it keeps ringing, her mother clearly not giving up, making Grave frown as she relents, answering it silently, not wanting to say anything.

“There was no fucking reason to be a brat Grave, I was asking a simple question.” Her mother scolds her, sounding pissed off as Grave rolls her eyes.

“Sorry. Yes, I did get what you sent me. Thank you.” Grave thanks her mother, but the words sound fake and forced as her mother huffs.

“Whats wrong with them? Thought you loved all that technology shit? Prototypes like them should be a must have for you.” Her mother argues, Grave trying to keep herself composed.

“Nothings wrong with them! I love them a lot!” She lies, taking a deep breath as her mother scoffs, clearly not convinced.

“Don’t bullshit me. Like them or not, they’re assigned to you now. They wont do anything you don’t tell them to.” Her mother explains, sounding harsh in her ears.

“Thanks for telling me shit I already know, byeeee!” Grave exclaims, hanging up the phone, which remains silent now as she lets out a long sigh, one of the androids knocking on her door quietly.

“You can come in…” Grave explains, placing her head down on her table as she glows in frustration.

“…I noticed you were experiencing some discomfort when talking to your parental figure, so I thought I might bring you a drink of coffee.” Scarlet explains, entering the room quietly.

“Why the hell were you even listening? Its none of your business.” Grave chastises the android, curling into herself angrily as the android flinches, its LED spinning red for a moment before returning.

“I… apologise Miss Grave. I wont intrude on your privacy in such a manner again.” Scarlet explains, keeping their voice calm as Grave sighs.

“Its fine, just go.” Grave explains, forcing another smile as she tries to keep herself calm.

A small and forced smile on their face, Scarlet sets down the coffee as they leave, closing the door behind them. Sighing, Grave looks at the coffee, taking a small sip as she resumes her work, the house falling silent around her.

Buzzing softly, Grave continues her work, almost finished as the androids move around faintly in the other rooms, finding tasks to occupy themselves with as they keep away from Grave.

“Yay…” Finishing the weapon, Grave lays her head back down on the table as she listens, the house still quiet around her as he androids keep their distance. Finding the silence weird, Grave frowns as she gets up.

“Sorry…” Grave apologises, opening the door quietly as the androids turn to look at her, Scarlet’s LED flickering yellow for a moment.

“If you’re worried you might have hurt my feelings Miss Grave, I am an android, so you needn’t worry.” Scarlet explains, smiling in a reassuring manner.

“But… that was still shitty, you were only trying to help.” Grave explains, frowning more as she glows softly. “And you can call me Grave, no need to be all formal.” She continues.

“We are designed to handle criticism to improve our standard of work, you wont offend us with how you speak.” Rose explains, stepping forward slightly. “And we will keep in mind your preferences, Grave.” They continue, smiling kindly.

“I-…thank you… I think?” Grave responds, trying to smile as she glows softly, still feeling weird around the two androids.

“I hope you don’t mind, but we both rook rudimentary scans when we first entered, and it appears you haven’t slept in quite a while…” Rose explains, a small smile on her face as she speaks.

“Whaaat? I sleep normally! I slept for twelve hours yesterday and I feel g r e a t.” Grave tries to argue, though its obvious to the androids that she isn’t telling the truth.

“Your heart rate is elevated, which tells us you are lying. You are clearly overtired and some sleep would do you good.” Rose explains, a delicate frown crossing their face.

“But I’m a genius! Geniuses don’t need sleep, only energy drinks and loud noises.” Grave argues, though it doesn’t seem to be getting through to the androids, Rose’s LED flickering as they think of a solution.

“Would you be willing to sleep if we got some more equipment for your next work piece?” They question, trying to strike a compromise.

“…Fine.” Grave relents, her voice growing soft as she looks away, huffing in frustration, not really wanting to go to sleep.

“If you have issues with sleeping, we are designed to be able to assist if needed.” Scarlet explains, tilting their head as the examine Grave.

“No, i-its fine. I can sleep very well.” Grave lies, a more genuine smile appearing on her face as she starts to walk up to her room.

“We will be down here if you change your mind.” Rose explains quietly, both of the androids frowning, though they don’t try and push the subject any further.

“Thanks…” A real smile appearing on hr face, Grave enters her room quietly, flopping onto her bed as the androids remain quiet downstairs, not wanting to disturb her.

Curling herself into a ball, Grave closes her eyes tightly, buzzing softly to fill the silence around her as the androids move quietly downstairs, idly cleaning up any messes left around them.

Hiding herself underneath the covers of her bed, Grave hopes the warmth might assist her in falling asleep, though it doesn’t seem like it as the silence of the house echoes inside her mind uncomfortably. Frowning, Grave pulls herself out of bed.

“Okay, so maybe, just m a y b e, I can’t sleep.” She admits, opening the door to her room as the two androids look up at her.

“Would you like some assistance?” Scarlet questions, smiling sweetly as she speaks, her voice soft and calm.

“Yeah, t-that sounds really nice.” Grave agrees, nodding as a small smile appears on her face, Scarlet and Rose smiling sweetly as they move upstairs to be with her.

“T-Thank you.” Grave gives her thanks, fiddling with her hands as she sits down on her bed, wiggling absentmindedly.

“How are you in terms of physical affection?” Rose questions, sitting down beside Grave gently.

“I…I have forgotten what it feels like.” Grave explains, smiling despite the seriousness of her statement. Frowning, Scarlet joins them both on the bed as Rose pulls Grave onto her lap gently.

“Please feel free to tell me if you are uncomfortable.” Rose explains, gently encasing Grave in a hug.

Gasping softly, small tears form in Grave’s eyes at the soft touch, which is new to her as Rose hugs her gently, Scarlet scooting closer as she strokes Grave’s hair in a soothing manner.

Her tears slipping down her cheeks, Grave closes her eyes as she leans into the touch, Rose gently wiping her tears from her face as the two androids snuggle closer, making Grave more comfortable.

Starting to feel sleepy, Grave curls up comfortably in Rose’s lap as she continues to hug her, Scarlet running her hands through her hair softly in a calming manner.

Feeling close to falling asleep, Grave smiles at the comforting touch, having not felt like this for years. Scarlet smiles as she strokes her hair, Rose heating her body up slightly to keep Grave enveloped in warmth.

Humming softly, Grave allows herself to drift off in Rose’s arms, feeling safe and content for the first time in a while.

 Having slept through the night, the only thing to stir Grave the following day is the pale light shining through the curtains, the covers of the bed tucked comfortably around Grave as she dozes comfortably.

Curling up in the bed, Grave smiles as she realises how comfy it truly is, the room around her devoid of the androids, who had tucked her in bed once she had fallen asleep the previous night.

Yawning, Grave frowns as she examines the room, noticing the lack of androids as she snuggles in her bed, feeling comfortable. Though she doesn’t have to worry long, the door downstairs quietly shutting, indicating the arrival of aforementioned androids into the home once again.

Hiding under the covers of her bed, a small noise of happiness comes from Grave as she glows, able to hear Scarlet and Rose shuffling around downstairs as they move around.

Thinking, Grave debates with herself about whether to get up out of bed for the equipment, or whether to stay bundled up in her covers comfortably, able to hear Scarlet and Rose moving and mumbling to one another downstairs.

“Mmm…” Rolling out of her bed, Grave hits the floor gently as she falls out of the comfortable covers, the noise downstairs stopping as the androids presumably hear her, some small shifting sounds coming from her lab area.

Slowly pulling herself off of the floor, Grave moves to the door of her room, pulling it open as she descends down the stairs slowly, still feeling slightly sleepy. As she moves, she can see that the door of her lab is open, Scarlet and Rose having left her new equipment in there for her.

Bouncing excitedly, Grave moves into the lab quietly, able to see a bunch of equipment laid out on the work surfaces for her, though a small percentage of it seems to be splattered with a blue liquid.

“What the hell?” Feeling confused, Grave looks at the liquid in confusion, her voice quiet as she examines it closely, able to identify it as an androids blue blood.

Frowning, Grave feels the concern rising inside of her as she leaves the lab, moving into the living room where Scarlet and Rose sit, facing away from Grave.

“Alright, what happened?” Grave questions, sighing softly in concern as she keeps her voice as calm as possible.

“We got into a small… altercation with some humans. You needn’t worry.” Rose explains, both of them jumping slightly at Grave’s voice, though they don’t turn to face her.

“I d o need to worry, you don’t deserve that shit.” Grave argues, frowning as she glows softly, feeling worried as Scarlet huffs softly, turning to reveal a cut spanning her cheek, leaking thirium down her face.

Frowning more, Grave glows brighter as she leans forward, pressing a kiss to the damaged area of Scarlet’s face in the hopes of fixing it.

“What are you doing?” Rose questions, standing up as Scarlet winces in pain, a cut of her own slicing across her nose harshly.

“I’m just healing her, that’s all.” Grave explains, her frown lessening slightly as she taps her feet against the floor.

“We’re androids, we cant be healed like that.” Rose explains, sighing quietly. “We would have to be fixed.” She continues quietly.

“Oh… sorry.” Grave apologises, looking down at her hands as the frown on her face deepens, making her fiddle nervously with her fingers.

“You could potentially fix us if you wished to, its not much more than soldering the damage shut.” Scarlet explains, flinching slightly as the pain continues to radiate out from her wound.

“True…” Standing up, Grave walks quickly into her lab, Scarlet and Rose following her quietly, sitting down to allow her easy access to the damaged areas of their faces.

“Hey, um… can I ask you something?” Grave requests, looking to Scarlet as her soldering iron begins to heat up.

“Of course.” Scarlet responds quickly, her gaze flicking upwards to lock with Grave’s as she speaks.

“Why do you feel pain? A-And what happened?” Grave questions softly, buzzing as Rose sighs.

“We ran into an anti android protest on our way back. They didn’t like us very much so they pushed us around a little.” Rose explains, answering half of the question for Grave.

“One of our prototype functions is to imitate human behaviour, like sleeping and pain. Rose was able to turn hers off but… mines glitched.” Scarlet explains, a gentle frown creasing her features.

“Shit… I-I’m sorry.” Grave apologises, feeling concerned for Scarlet as anger at the ones who did this rises inside her.

“Its not a problem. I would only have to return to Cyberlife and be reset.” Scarlet explains, a false smile appearing on her face.

“Wouldn’t you lose your memory though?” Grave questions, beginning to close up the damaged area of Scarlet’s face with the soldering iron as she taps her feet quietly.

“I suppose, but I haven’t exactly been providing the best support anyway. Perhaps you would benefit from a new version of me.” Scarlet explains, wincing slightly as she soldering iron touches her face.

“I like this you… a-any version of you is nice!” Grave explains, her voice growing softer as a gentle blue tones blush appears on Scarlet’s face.

“Well thank you, that admittedly wasn’t what I was expecting.” She explains, smiling genuinely.

“You’re welcome, Scarlet!” Grave exclaims, smiling as she finishes sealing up the damage on her face, watching Scarlet grin as she gently touches the fixed area, which now looks like a scar.

“It time!” Wiggling, Grave moves over to Rose, watching her smile as she shifts, allowing Grave access to her face.

“Sorry for causing trouble.” Rose apologises quietly, though Grave stops her immediately.

“Don’t be sorry, you did nothing wrong!” Grave explains, glowing softly as she begins to close up the damage on Rose’s face.

“We can’t fight against humans so our only choice was to let them hit us.” Rose continues, shrugging her shoulder nonchalantly.

“Why not?” Graver questions curiously, buzzing softly as she feels more and more worried for the androids before her.

“We’re androids, it’s a violation of our programming. We could get deactivated permanently.” Rose explains, smiling softly.

“That’s fucking bullshit. You should be able to fight if anybody puts their hands on you.” Grave argues, her forehead creasing as he frown deepens more.

“That would be a thought. But we aren’t alive, so we don’t count.” Giggling, Rose continues the conversation, explaining the rules to Grave expertly.

“But…” Her voice trailing off, Grave mumbles something under her breath as she finishes fixing the damage on Rose’s face, looking down at her hands as she pulls the soldering iron away.

“I’m sorry, we didn’t quite get that last part.” Scarlet admits, tilting her head in a curious manner as she watches Grave.

“You are alive, but everyone says you’re not.” Grave explains, her voice quiet as she explains.

“You really think that?” Rose questions quietly, both of them looking at Grave in muted surprise.

“Of course I do!” Grave exclaims, smiling gently as Scarlet and Rose’s faces soften into a happy expression, their LED’s a comfortable and happy blue.

“Um… do you want me to make something for you? As a thanks for getting me stuff.” Grave offers softly, blushing.

“Well, we’ve never really owned anything before…” Scarlet explains, a soft blue tinted blush covering hers and Rose’s face as she speaks.

“Well that sucks ass…” Grave comments, frowning. “I can change that though!” She exclaims, smiling as she begins to set up her equipment.

“That sounds nice.” Laughing, Rose smiles sweetly as they both watch Grave set up curiously.

“What kinds of things do you like?” Grave questions, glowing softly as she tries to think of ideas.

“We aren’t sure, we’ve never been asked that question before.” Scarlet explains, shrugging as they try to come up with something.

“Right, um…” Grave thinks quickly, coming up with a potential solution. “Okay, what if I showed you some things and you tell me what you like the most?” She offers, Scarlet and Rose nodding as they think it over.

Squeaking, Grave starts to grab some things she has made as Scarlet and Rose watch her, feeling curious as they follow her with their eyes.

“It’s a o r b, but cooler.” Grave explains, putting her equipment down as she grabs one of her creations.

“That’s very cool.” Rose comments, smiling brightly. “It sort of reminds me of space.” She continues.

“Space?” Grave questions putting down the orb as she glows softly, watching Rose nod in response.

“Mhm, there’s a lot of fascinating information about space that I’ve found quite interesting.” She explains, smiling.

“Fuck yeah! That’s one thing, do you like anything else?” Grave questions, smiling bright as she bounces.

“I suppose I was interested by some of the light displays we saw while collecting your equipment.” Rose explains, thinking.

“Oh! Can you show them to me please?” Grave questions, tapping her fingers on the table in front of her excitedly as Rose blushes, pulling up some images of pretty twinkling lights that had caught her eye.

“Woah…” Glowing softly, Grave looks at the images Rose holds in her hands. “I’m gonna make the thing!!!” She exclaims, giggling softly.

“O-Okay.” Rose agrees, her face flushing a deeper shade of blue as she watches Grave move.

“What about y o u. what do you like, hm?” Grave questions, turning to face Scarlet as she tries to make her voice sound fancy, finding it funny as Scarlet blushes, looking at the floor.

“She was looking at a lot of clothing while we were out. Seemed to take a liking to the fluffier things.” Rose explains, answering for Scarlet.

“Okay, I have like n o idea how to make clothes, b u t I will buy you some!” Grave explains, smiling as she thinks it through, watching Scarlet’s face light up in a blush as she smiles.

“I’m gonna go buy them now! Do you wanna come with me or nah?” Grave offers, wiggling excitedly.

“Would you like us to come with you?” Scarlet questions, her voice quiet as she watches Grave.

“Of course I do!” Grave exclaims, nodding as a small blush works its way across her face.

“Then I’m happy to come with you.” Scarlet answers, smiling sweetly as she speaks.

“Fuck yeah!” Squeaking, Grave opens the door to her lab to let them all out. “C’mon, we’re gonna buy stuff and fuck shit up!” She exclaims, Scarlet giggling as her and Rose follow closely behind her.

“Here you go!” Grave exclaims, handing them both jackets as she smiles, Rose seeming confused.

“You want us to wear jackets?” She questions, watching Grave nod in response as she glows softly.

“Yeah, its kinda cold so you’re gonna need them.” Grave explains, Scarlet obediently putting hers on as Rose follows suit, both of them blushing softly.

“You ready?” Grave questions, smiling in excitement as Rose and Scarlet nod, Scarlet looking exceedingly ready as she bounces on the spot happily. Moving outside her house, Grave clips through the door of her car.

“Oh wait…” Realising, she unlocks the car for Scarlet and Rose, able to hear them giggle as they get inside to be with her.

“Do you wanna listen to some music?” Grave offers, pulling her car out as she starts to drive.

“It could be interesting to hear some music!” Scarlet admits, smiling as she and Rose buckle themselves in.

“Ya like j a z z?” Grave jokes, turning on some soft jazz as she drives, giggling at her own joke as Rose snorts, listening to the music happily.

Humming softly, Grave taps her fingers against the wheel as she drives, her thoughts running rampant in her mind as Scarlet watches the world fly by outside the window, curious at all the little details.

Speeding up slightly, Grave feels her excitement increase as they get closer, glowing as Rose smiles at her, enjoying the music.

Wiggling, Grave gets more excited as they get closer, Rose giggling as Scarlet bounces in her seat happily.

“We here!!!” Grave exclaims, smiling as she parks the car in a space happily as the mall appears ahead of the,

“This looks nice!” Rose comments, smiling as Scarlet calms down, her bouncing ceasing.

“It does! Kinda fancy looking too!” Grave exclaims, exiting her car as Rose and Scarlet follow behind her, composing themselves as they prepare to go inside, not wanting to tip people off.

“There’s s t u f f.” Grave explains, smiling as she walks into the store, Scarlet following her excitedly as she and Rose walk in with her.

Holding onto Scarlet’s hand gently, Grave begins to look around as Scarlet blushes, trying to compose herself as they wander around the shop together, Rose walking beside them happily.

“Do you like cats?” Grave questions, spying a sweater with cats covering it as she looks back to Scarlet.

“I think they’re very cute creatures.” Scarlet explains, smiling brightly as she answers Grave’s question.

“Good!!” Picking up the cat sweater, Grave continues to look around as Scarlet smiles, Rose gently patting her head as they follow Grave.

“Do you think soft knives are a real thing?” Grave questions, smiling as she glows, wandering around the store.

“I’m not certain of that.” Rose admits, giggling softly as she shrugs, following Grave absentmindedly.

“I could probably make one. Someone pulls a knife on you and you think ‘Oh no, I’m gonna die!’ but instead its softness on a stick.” Grave explains her idea, giggling more.

“That’s a cool idea!” Scarlet exclaims quietly, a small laugh escaping her as she wanders around.

“Y’know what? I a m gonna make it. You can gently stab people now!” Grave exclaims, loving her new idea.

“I think that will be very interesting to watch.” Rose comments, smiling brightly as she focuses her gaze onto Grave.

“It’s a good prop to use for a play or something! Or maybe just to confuse people when you cut stuff.” Grave continues.

“I think both works well.” Rose comments, smiling as Scarlet looks around the shop curiously, taking everything in.

“Y e s.” Feeling excited, Grave notices a hoodie with a creeper on it, making Scarlet giggle as she watches her.

“I might just buy all the hoodies in the store for you, I dunno yet.” Grave explains, blushing softly as she picks up a couple of hoodies for Scarlet.

“I don’t want you to waste too much on me!” Scarlet exclaims, blushing as Rose giggles, finding them both cute.

“Its not wasting and I w a n t to but I c a n ‘ t.” Grave explains, her heart thrumming happily in her chest as Scarlet blushes bright blue, hiding her face in Rose.

“Sorry…” Grave giggles, apologising, though she doesn’t feel sorry as Scarlet whines indignantly, making Rose laugh as she hides in her gently.

“Okay maybe I’m not… but s t i l l, you deserve a whole lot of nice things!” Grave argues softly, Rose nodding her agreement.

“You don’t think it’ll look weird buying clothes for an android?” Scarlet questions nervously, letting go of Rose as she reveals herself again.

“Nope, it seems pretty normal to me!” Grave exclaims, thinking as she shakes her head.

“Okay…” Feeling reassured, Scarlet smiles sweetly as she calms down, the blue colour of her face dying down slightly.

“Having different clothes is frickin n o i c e, you don’t have to wear the same uniform everyday because you have h o o d i e s!” Grave explains, bouncing happily on the floor.

“It will do good for us I believe.” Rose agrees, smiling as she gently pats Scarlet’s head reassuringly.

“You also need pants with a million pockets on them. Cuz what else would you hold soft knives in?” Grave questions, joking as Scarlet giggles, both of them following her around the store.

“There are s o many fake pockets here, oh my god.” Grave complains as they reach the pants section.

“It seems to be a popular design choice.” Rose comments, both of them giggling at Grave’s exaggerated rage.

“But w h y? Its useless and shitty and nobody even likes it.” Grave argues, flipping off a pair of the pocket less pants.

“I would assume since most of the designers for these brands are male and ignore the words of the feminine consumers.” Scarlet explains, frowning.

“That’s true… makes it suck even more though.” Grave sighs, a small frown creasing her facial features.

“Yeah it does.” Rose agrees, patting Grave’s shoulder gently in a calming manner a she smiles.

“…I could learn how to make pockets.” Grave poses her idea, smiling brightly. “I could make pants that are j u s t pockets.” She continues.

“That would be an interesting sight.” Rose agrees, giggling softly at Grave’s excited expression.

“And an awesome one, too. You can cover your body comfortably and hold a bunch of stuff.” Grave explains, picking up some sweatpants with four pockets happily.

“That would look so funny!” Scarlet giggles quietly, keeping an eye on their surroundings as she follows Grave.

“What if one pocket had like… ten tiny robo dogs in it? Just some tiny dog bois to make your day good.” Grave explains, smiling happily as she taps her feet against the floor.

“So cute!” Scarlet exclaims happily, Squeaking as Rose laughs at the cuteness in front of her as Grave mumbles something under her breath, far too quiet for either of them to hear.

“Anything else you wanna get?” Scarlet questions, negating to ask what Grave had said, sure it would only make her blush more as she smiles.

“Hmm… nah, I don’t think so.” Grave explains, thinking it through as she smiles sweetly, Scarlet returning it as they move so Grave can get to the checkout area.

“Its t i m e.” Grave comments, moving to the checkout as Scarlet and Rose stay behind her, smiling happily and with a slight excited feeling.

Paying for the clothes, Grave taps happily, feeling excited as Scarlet and Rose stand by her, both of them smiling brightly themselves.

“You o w n these now.” Grave comments, picking up the clothes once they’ve been bagged up, moving towards the door of the store.

“I don’t know how to thank you.” Scarlet explains, smiling brightly as they both follow Grave quietly.

“You don’t have to!” Grave exclaims, blushing softly as she smiles, happy thoughts filling her head as she walks, Scarlet blushing as she leans into Grave, walking with her happily.

“By the way, you can keep my jacket if you want. I have a bunch of hoodies so I don’t really need it.” Grave explains, holding her hand gently as Rose and her blush softly.

“Thank you, that’s super nice of you!” Scarlet exclaims, smiling softly as they all walk together.

“You’re welcome!” Grave reassures her, giggling as she unlocks the car, Scarlet pausing in her stride slightly as she follows her.

“What’s wrong?” Feeling confused, Grave looks back to Scarlet as she stands, face morphing to look concerned as someone approaches the group.

“Get in the car. Now.” Grave instructs Rose and Scarlet, frowning as she glows. Nodding, Scarlet and Rose begin to obey, moving out of Grave’s way.

Sighing, Grave walks out to meet the other human, getting ready to fight what she could now see was a woman.

“You shouldn’t be bringing your androids to a place like this, its completely inappropriate!” The woman exclaims, her expression angry as she approaches Grave.

“How the fuck is it not appropriate, bitch? They weren’t doing anything wrong.” Grave argues, growing angry quickly.

“They’re androids, and you’re parading them around like humans! They’re pieces of machinery!” The woman counters, scoffing haughtily.

“Dude, I can do whatever the fuck I want. Don’t tell me what to do.” Grave argues with her, glowing.

“Oh can you? I’m sure if I called the police and told them what you were doing they’d have something to say about it.” The woman sneers out harshly.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be calling the police for a different reason.” Grave argues, rolling her eyes a she lands a solid punch to the woman’s face, both Rose and Scarlet disobeying her order to run forward to her as the woman screeches in pain. Covering her mouth, Grave tries not to laugh at the sight in front of her.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get in the car and go home or else you’ll get hurt!” Grave encourages Rose and Scarlet, feeling worried as they stand beside her.

“Though we heard the order, we can’t obey it and let you get into trouble.” Scarlet explains, frowning as her and Rose actively disobey the command, breaking through their programming to do so.

“I’ll be fine, just get in the fucking car!” Grave exclaims, sounding angry as her worry for them both grows, wanting to keep them safe.

“I cannot obey! I’m not going to watch this!” Scarlet argues, moving in front of Grave to guard her as the woman begins to stand up.

“Fine!” Groaning, Grave gives up on arguing, though she still attempts to get past Scarlet to the woman, glowing angrily.

“And your androids are fucking deviants too.” The woman spits in disgust as Rose moves to hold Grave back, not wanting to make more of a scene between them all.

“A n d? they’re better than you, bitch!” Grave exclaims, flipping the woman off as Rose holds her back, preventing her from hitting her again.

“Ma’am, could we please deescalate this situation? There’s no need for this to become worse than it is.” Scarlet tries to reason with the woman, shuffling back slightly as she continues to block Grave.

Trying to calm down, Grave resists the urge to lunge at the woman as she gets into Scarlet’s face.

“I’m not negotiating with a disgusting deviant.” The woman insults, landing her own solid hit into Scarlet’s stomach.

All of the reserved calmness she had flying out of the window, Grave stalks forward as she draws her knife out of her pocket, slashing into the woman as Rose runs towards Scarlet, the woman falling down in agony, bleeding out quickly.

Despite feeling worried for Scarlet, Grave continues her rampage as Rose helps Scarlet sit down, holding onto her gently.

Pulling out the knife, Grave rushes over to Rose and Scarlet, making a noise of concern as she fails to form words, Rose holding Scarlet up as she flinches clearly in extreme pain.

“A-Are you okay with being carried right now?” Grave questions, trying to calm herself down as she thinks the situation through, Scarlet trembling slightly as she nods.

Picking Scarlet up gently, Grave moves her into the car carefully, getting in herself as she motions for Rose to join them. Getting in the car. Rose holds Scarlet gently as she shakes, not wanting to risk her getting hurt more.

Starting the car, Grave drives away as quick as she wan, not wanting to hurt Scarlet more as Rose lets her lean into her, the pain starting to make her mind feel fuzzy and weak.

Picking up the pace slightly, Grave glows as she panics slightly, trying to keep the speed reasonable as Rose pulls Scarlet into her lap, able to see her going slightly limp.

Stopping the car as they reach her house, Grave opens the door for Rose as she pulls Scarlet into a carry, trying to stop her glowing as she notices Scarlet’s seemingly unconscious state.

“This is f u n, isn’t it?” Grave jokes, the sarcasm dripping off of her voice as she opens the front door.

“Hey, its okay.” Rose tries to reassure her, entering the house as she carries Scarlet gently.

“It is?” Grave questions, frowning in confusion as she locks the door behind them, Rose nodding despite looking worried.

“Despite feeling pain Scarlet is an android, so it means something is probably damaged, which is fixable.” She explains, keeping her voice calm.

“True… come on.” Grave motions for Rose to follow her, walking into her lab to get equipment to help Scarlet as Rose lays her down on the table gently.

Beginning to fix the damaged area on Scarlet’s stomach, Grave hums as Rose sits down, watching her silently as she works.

Glowing, Grave focuses intently as she works, not wanting to risk messing this up as Rose sits watching her, tapping her foot nervously.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, I promise.” Grave reassures Rose, trying to keep her voice soft and calm in an effort to relax her. Still looking slightly worried, Rose manages to crack a smile as she watches Grave work.

Thinking it through, Grave offers Rose her hand to hold for comfort, Rose reaching out, squeezing it gently in response.

“I’m almost done…” Grave explains, squeaking softly as Rose manages to smile, calming down as Grave finishes the final repairs to the damage that had been done.

“I’m done!!!” Smiling happily, Grave glows softly as she taps her feet against the floor.

Smiling as she relaxes, Rose watches Grave open her arms, inviting her in for a hug. Accepting quickly, Rose squeezes Grave in a gentle and calm hug.

“This feels nice…” Grave admits, squeezing Rose back gently as she smiles, the physical contact soothing to her.

“It’ll be nicer when Scarlet wakes up.” Rose expresses, smiling as a soft blue blush dusts over her warm skin.

“Fuck yeah! Then we can all hug and talk about stupid stuff!” Grave exclaims excitedly, poking Rose’s nose gently as she giggles.

Smiling softly, Rose presses their foreheads together gently as Grave gasps, blushing as she closes her eyes happily.

“I’m going to go and fetch some thirium for Scarlet since its likely she lost some and will need to replenish when she gets up.” Rose explains, smiling softly as she lets go of Grave.

“Got it! Want me to stay here or nope?” She questions, opening her eyes to analyse Rose’s expression as she asks.

“I would stay. Its likely Scarlet will come to soon.” Rose explains, a gentle smile tugging at the edges of her mouth.

“Good idea.” Grave expresses, sitting down beside Scarlet as she lays on the table, wiggling as Rose leaves the room.

Shifting slightly on the table, Scarlet draws Grave’s attention to her as she starts to come around, her feet tapping happily as she watches her stir more, her eyes opening halfway.

Waving to her, Grave smiles softly, keeping herself quiet as Scarlet comes around more, trying to sit up on the table.

Helping her sit up, Grave tries to stop herself from tapping her feet as Scarlet leans on her gently, waking up more as she sits.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Grave greets her gently, pulling Scarlet in for a gentle hug as she smiles.

“…What happened?” Scarlet questions softly, humming tiredly as she leans into Grave lightly.

“You kinda got hurt by a bitch who was angry because I brought y’all to the store with me… and also I stabbed her.” Grave explains, her voice calm.

“You did?” Scarlet questions, frowning softly as she listens to Grave, leaning into her gently.

“Yeah… sorry.” Grave apologises, though she doesn’t feel sorry for her actions at all.

“I get it.” Scarlet explains, shifting to lean into Grave more as she turns, resting her head on her shoulder.

“You do?” Feeling confused, Grave questions Scarlet as she strokes her hair softly to calm her down more.

“Mhm… that really hurt.” Scarlet explains, nodding as she speaks, still sounding slightly sluggish.

“Sorry that happened… but at least she can’t hurt you anymore.” Grave explains, smiling as she touches their foreheads together in a comforting manner.

“Wasn’t your fault…” Scarlet reassures her, closing her eyes as she speaks, voice soft and quiet.

“I know… but still.” Grave explains, humming a soft melody as she pokes Scarlet’s nose gently, hearing her hum quietly in response, opening her eyes slightly.

“Your eyes are really pretty…” Grave mumbles softly, blushing as she looks at Scarlet, watching her flush bright blue as she hides her face from view.

“Nooo! I wanna see your face!” Grave whines, a soft frown on her face as Scarlet hides from her.

“I’m flustered…” Scarlet admits, burrowing further out of view ass she begins to feel embarrassed.

“But I wanna see you…”Grave urges, fake sad noises coming from her as Scarlet whines indignantly.

“Pleaaaaaaaase?” Grave questions, pouting as Scarlet whines more, peeking out from her hiding place.

“Yay!!!” Grave exclaims, smiling brightly as Scarlet blushes, feeling flustered still.

“You’re so fricking c u t e!!!” Grave exclaims, wiggling as Scarlet squeaks, her face a deep shade of blue. “Sorry…” Grave apologises, smiling as she lies gently.

Whining, Scarlet pouts indignantly, knowing Grave is lying as she tries to hold back her smile.

“What? I a m sorry.” Grave insists, biting her tongue as she smiles, Scarlet leaning into her as she pouts.

“Mmmfine. I’m not sorry… kind of.” Grave admits, looking away from Scarlet’s pouting face as she huffs quietly, a small frown shifting her features.

“I cannot s e e the frown, it is not h e r e.” Grave argues closing her eyes as Scarlet whines, covering her face gently as she starts to feel a little sickly.

“Rose is gonna be back soon…” Grave reassures her, squeezing Scarlet gently as she nods, able to hear Rose’s footsteps approaching the room.

“Hi!!! You’re h e r e!” Grave exclaims, watching Rose walk into the room with a pouch of blue blood.

“I’m here!” Rose agrees, smiling as she see’s Scarlet up and awake, being held gently by Grave.

“Aaa!!!” Opening her arms in a request for a hug, Grave screams quietly as Rose smiles, engulfing them both in a gentle hug.

“You’re comfy…” Grave comments quietly, hugging Rose back as she glows softly, feeling happy.

“Thank you… shall we let Scarlet have her blood?” Rose questions, smiling gently as she hugs them both.

“Y e e. She must… s n o r t the blood.” Grave jokes, Rose giggling as she helps Scarlet sit up on her own, handing her the thirium to drink.

Wiggling happily, Grave glows as Scarlet takes the pack of thirium, sipping on it through a straw as she begins to calm down.

“You good?” Grave questions, smiling softly as she taps her feet, her voice soft as Scarlet leans into her, nodding in response.

“I’m glad you’re okay…” Grave smiles, hugging Scarlet gently as she returns the smile, drinking the last thirium out of the pack carefully.

“Today was f u n, wasn’t it?” Grave questions, sounding sarcastic as Scarlet giggles, Rose throwing away the thirium pouch for her, Scarlet feeling too tired to do so herself.

Thinking about it, Grave presses a gentle kiss to Scarlet’s forehead as she blushes bright blue, giggling softly.

“I don’t exist!” Grave exclaims, kissing her more before hiding away from view quickly.

“Noooo.” Scarlet whines, leaning into Grave gently as she complains, feeling sad as she loses sight of her.

“Yes! I am gone and there is nothing you can do about it!!!” Grave exclaims, Scarlet pouting as she leans onto her gently, feeling tired.

“No pouting, its m e a n.” Grave argues, hiding more as she smiles, Scarlet pouting more as she leans on her.

“…Fine!” Coming out from hiding, Grave pokes Scarlet’s nose gently as she smiles, pulling Grave into a soft hug, feeling sleepy. Glowing softly, Grave hugs her back, her touch gentle and calming.

Humming quietly, Scarlet feels sleepier as Grave closes her own eyes, growing tired as Scarlet follows suit, close to drifting off.

Pressing a soft kiss to Scarlet’s lips, Grave allows herself to drift off to sleep as Scarlet follows closely behind, relaxing into Grave as Rose watches over them.

[fixxofvixx]

HEALING RAVI - CHAPTER 18

So I know I said that Demon Leo was up next but I found out today that my partner in crime has a birthday today. I couldn’t resist writing a Ravi chapter to torture her with.

So~~~~~

Happy Birthday, @burnt-enough-starlight

It’s still the 4th here so I hope you will accept my humble gift. I truly hope you’ve had a beautiful day!

Enjoy the chapter!

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JiYoon sat on the floor in front of the large picture window in her apartment. Wonshik had left for snacks for their impromptu ‘picnic’ on her floor. A fluffy blanket lay out on her hardwood floor, covered partially with throw pillows. It had been Wonshik’s idea to do this after they had come back from practice. It was perfectly fine with her since it was raining hard outside. She watched as the rain sheeted against the window, creating a comforting sound. She’d always loved rain.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar ping of the door code being used. Seconds later Wonshik let himself into the apartment with two bags in his hands.

“You know, its a good thing we have a convenience store on the first floor. There is no way I’d go any further in that. It looks crazy out there.

"I like it.” She shrugged and let her gaze wander back to the window. She heard him chuckle as he placed himself on the blanket next to her.

“I know you do. Your heart slows down when it rains. You become more content.”

“Really? I never noticed.” She leaned over until her head was on his shoulder. “Keeping tabs on my heartbeat?”

“Of course. It tells me all about you. I can tell what you like or dislike just by the way your heart responds. For example, if I do this,” He placed a small kiss on her neck and smiled when he heard her heart speed up. “I know you like it.”

She blushed at his blatant flirting. He had been so playful since the night she’d spent in his room. She now felt the sudden urge to play around with him. She tilted her head to the side to grant him more access to her neck. She felt him freeze for a moment but soon felt his lips again just below her ear.

“What is my heartbeat telling you now?”

He chuckled low in her ear. The deep vibration of his voice sending tingles down to her toes.

“That you’re teasing me….and enjoying it.” He nipped at her ear and she giggled. His finger hooked under her chin and turned her face to his.

She watched in fascination as he clenched his jaw. The muscle was prominent and she wondered what he was thinking so hard about. Her gaze traveled to his eyes. The bright blue orbs stared at her and she could tell he was holding back. His eyes almost glowed in desire but it seemed as if he was trying to return them to normal for her sake. They sparked like a light ready to burn out. This was all for her, for her comfort. She considered for a moment if he always did this but she’d never noticed. He was reigning himself in because he didn’t want to scare her.

Without thinking, she leaned forward and kissed him. It wasn’t a peck. No, this time she didn’t hold back. She wanted Wonshik to kiss her without inhibitions.

He responded almost immediately. He released a growl as he slanted his lips over hers. She felt exhilarated with the knowledge that she had initiated the kiss. Her mind never wandered to the depths of fear that usually gripped her thoughts. Right now, all she felt was love.

Wonshik wrapped one arm around her back as he lowered her down onto the blanket never breaking the kiss. He paused for a moment in case she panicked but the emotion never radiated from her. Once she was completely under him, he leaned back to look at her. Her eyes shone with love. The vision almost brought tears to his eyes. The woman he loved was with him, and unafraid. Unable to control himself, he took her lips again. His lips pillowed softly against hers as he struggled to keep the wolf at bay. He held his weight off her with his elbows. Her hands came up and ran over over his biceps. The feeling almost caused him to collapse. His tongue begged for entrance as he ran it over her lips. She granted his request almost instantly and experimented with her own. She took a sharp breath when he bit her bottom lip and pulled it into his mouth. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled. Slowly, he eased his body further down over hers. He expected her to push him away but she only circled her arms around his back. Encouraged by her actions, he moved a hand to her neck, gently pulling her head to the side so his lips could travel. He planted feather-soft kisses from her cheek to her shoulder, nipping in places along the way. When he grazed his teeth along her collarbone, she gasped. She waited and sure enough, he gently bit down. She knew that because he was a wolf he would be prone to biting. She smiled because she knew that the wolf inside would only allow it if Wonshik had accepted her as a mate. It was almost instinct. Her heartbeat was flying now and he listened carefully but he still felt no fear from her. His hand moved from her neck and reappeared on her hip. His fingers ventured under the hem of her shirt but just barely. He stilled when she shifted, concerned that she had become uncomfortable with his advances. But, she never pushed him away. It took him a moment to realize that she had only moved to get closer to him. Still, he was careful to keep his lower half from her body. He was certain she didn’t want the full brunt of his desire. Given his considerations, it surprised him when she moved her hands down his chest and stomach until they encircled his waist. The movement caused his breath to hitch and he leaned back to look at her.

When she looked at him, she smiled. His eyes were glowing, indicating he had finally allowed himself to enjoy what they were doing.

“Your eyes are pretty when they glow.”

“I’m sorry.” He squeezed his eyes shut but was not able to return them to normal. “I can’t…”

“I like the glow.”

“Are you okay?” His eyes showed geniune concern, even behind the illumination.

“Yes, of course.”

“Are you sure? I don’t….feel any fear from you.”

“That’s because I’m not afraid. In all the years I spent with HaeJeong, I’ve never felt this way. I’m happy. I don’t want you to have to hold back.” She raised a hand to his cheek and he leaned into it.

“But, I don’t mind waiting. I don’t want you to rush into anything just because you think you might be bothering me. I can’t wait forever for you.”

“I know, Wonshik. Thats one reason why I feel at ease. I know you wont push. But, I like the way you make me feel. I feel safe and loved. I’m not saying I’m ready to….do everything yet. But I want you to take the training wheels off. I want you to touch me, kiss me, and hug me. You told me a while ago that I didn’t need to ask to grab on to you. Well, I’m telling you the same thing now. You said you read my heartbeat all the time. Read it now and tell me what you hear.”

“It’s saying the same thing mine is: I Love You.”

[ty-dyed]

This is the first short story ive ever written so i figured i would post it here. Hopefully whoever decides to read this enjoys it.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       “Hope"       

     I've been sitting here for years, untouched, unloved, starting to wither away. I see people pass everyday, living their lives happy and fulfilled, wondering if I will ever feel the same. I'm cracked, splintered, and falling apart, yet I remain hopeful that someone, someday will see the worth I possess. I used to be strong and secure, keeping whoever lived within protected. I'd give them a place to feel safe when it felt as though the world was caving in around them. I helped them and they helped me, giving me the love and attention I needed. But now no one has paid me the least bit of attention, but that's okay, I know there will be someone to come along. At some point. Each day I try to stay hopeful, I try to remind myself "Someone has always been there, they'll come back just give them time." Though, as the days go by and days fade to nights I begin to feel more and more hopeless. Rain is constantly falling on my head and I can feel it seeping into my every pore, soaking me and making me feel the weight of every drop. The world has never felt more bleak and empty, but one day someone comes along. Her sleek black car rolls up and slows to a stop. She steps out looking very professional with her clipboard and business suit, and takes a look at me. She looks me up and down marking things down on a piece of paper and then continues to stare at me. I start to feel panicked. What's happening? Is this my end? Have they finally sent someone to tear me down? I just want to live a happy life, cant they see that? All I need is someone to care for me and I can bring them so much joy and happiness.     

         The person in her navy blue suit walks up to me following my broken stone path leading up to the porch. She very carefully steps through the porch avoiding my missing and broken wood planks; she makes more marks in her notepad. I can see her marking more things down as she walks through the mess I once was happy to call a foyer. My chandelier fallen and shattered, my hall tables covered in layer after layer of dust and dirt. My second floor has come crashing down exposing me even further to this stranger of whos motivations I am uncertain. She keeps making her way through my insides, passing by my dining room to her left and the large living room to the right heading into the kitchen. I used to be so happy about this specific room, one family that lived here would have wonderful breakfast feasts right before the children went to school, one father lingers about after dinner was done to help out the mother clean the dishes when the kids didn't want to, one child often snuck in to steal leftovers out of the refrigerator. It was a place for the families to come together after each of their long days and trade stories and just be in each others company. But no one has been in here for so long, this stranger is the first person to step foot inside me in I don't know how many years. She finished making her marks in here and continues down to the basement, Its never been much, mostly just a storage space for most families. The basement has always been very untrustworthy, flooding more times than I can even count . There's not much in here just concrete walls and a small room that contains my water heater and another small room for storage. She makes a mark or two and makes her way back up the stairs.    

       She heads back to the back door and opens it up carefully so she doesn't accidentally harm herself. She steps out under the awning and takes note of my backyard. I have always loved my backyard, so spacious with plenty of room for a dad to play catch with his son, or brothers to play hide and seek. The large oak tree to the right near the fence provides the right amount of shade for the kids to relax and take a breath. The tire swinging gently in the breeze reminds me of the mom that helped her son hang it up. He was so happy to finally have one after seeing them on TV so much, he would be on that thing all day never getting off until his parents called or he got so dizzy he fell off. The memory helps give me a slight bit of happiness, but I'm drawn back to reality as the woman makes more notes and walks back in. She heads to the stairs in the main hallway but cant get more than halfway up because all the stairs have either fallen in or have been waterlogged by a large gaping hole in my roof. As she looks up and back down to the fallen staircase I cant help but feel embarrassed. I know its not my fault but I have to believe that there's something I did wrong to deserve this. Did I not provide enough for the families that lived here? Is there more that I could have done to help and support them? I only want the best for anyone who decides to call my house a home and this feels like karma for some reason.    

      The mysterious suited woman now walk to the front door trying to look through the hole in my second floor to make any marks she can before leaving. She marks down what she can before heading out of my door less front archway. As she walks down the path from the front door to the sidewalk she goes over what she wrote down. She takes one last look at me before stepping into her car and driving off, leaving me to wonder and worry about what her visit meant.    

        A few days have passed and once again I've begun to feel as though the strangers visit meant nothing. what good could her coming to me even do? At most she was taking inventory so she could have anything of value removed out of me before scheduling my destruction. Maybe that's for the best, I mean nothing has happened for me in so long. I don't know why I have kept my hopes up for anything to happen, no one cares about me anymore. I just need to face that. My insides are ugly, dilapidated, broken, shattered. No one would want to live here anymore. I cant provide warmth, or protection, or a place to feel safe anymore. Maybe demolition is the best case scenario for me, at least I wouldn't have to sit here wasting away anymore, hoping for anything anymore. But as I've begun to make my peace with everything that very same black car come rolling along down the street. I half expect it to dive past but it stops and the same woman steps out and grabs something from her backseat. Its a sign. I cant quite make out what it says but she walks around her car and steps off the sidewalk onto my unruly lawn. She impales the sign into the ground and that's when I'm finally able to make out what it says. But that cant be true, the sign reads "For Sale! Call this number for inquiries."   I'm completely taken off guard. Why would anyone want to buy me? I'm useless as I am and no one is going to want to put in such a large amount of work when they could just go and buy a perfectly fine house that doesn't require nearly as much work. I wont get my hopes up. I'm not going to trick myself into hoping anymore. This might as well be another piece of trash that's blown onto my lawn again. I'm not going to pay any attention to it. But as time passes and my weariness grows, a small voice in my consciousness argues that I need to have hope.    

     "Why?" I respond, "I've been hoping for years ive got nothing to show for it. Everyone has left. No one cares. Just look at me, I'm falling apart! I wish a tornado would just blow through me shredding my soul into a million pieces sensing them in a thousand different directions."  

     "Without hope we don't have anything to live for." the tiny voice responds, "We need to have faith that someone will come along and see the potential in us. We need to believe that. Hope has gotten us this far, if we stop now the rest of our days will be spent in agony and suffering. You don't want that. I can tell deep down in your foundations that you want to hope. You want to believe. So just give me that. Hope for just a little while longer."   

  I don't want to hope anymore. I want it to just end.          

       As the days go by, my exterior shell gets weaker and weaker. I'm being tortured, being forced to stand here seeing my body decompose and die while not being able to so anything about it. Its a nice clear day so the sun is beating down on me. The warmth is the only thing that I have ever truly been able to feel and it feels especially nice today. Its and average day, nothing too out of the ordinary when I notice a van driving down the road. I don't think anything of it, cars drive past everyday but this one comes to a stop at the curb near me. A man steps out of the drivers side door and comes around to open the back door. Two children and a dog come running out, then the passenger side door swings open and a woman steps out. Its the woman from before but this time she isn't wearing her business suit, instead she's traded that in for a pair of beige shorts and a teal shirt.     

     "Are you sure about this place?" the man says, "It looks like a death trap. I'm not sure I want the kids running around In there."   

     "Trust me," she looks at the man "all this guy needs is a little love and caring." She looks me up and down and I feel that warmth again but this time its not because of the sun.   

    She goes into the back of the van and grabs two sets of tool belts, "Come on, we've got some work to do if we want to turn this house into a home." she says with a smile "Kids, you can go play in the backyard. There's even a tire swing for you Sam, I know how bad you've wanted one of those."     

     And as the kids take off towards my backyard I feel that bit of hope lift back into me. Someone has taken a chance on me, I don't know why but they have. I feel like crying, but I'm a house, so I cant. But I am able to feel every bit of happiness that this young family has been able to give me. This family has saved me from an endless torture. I'm just so happy they've decided to believe in me. The End.

[battystumutchildren-blog]

MAVRIK: -It's very late into the evening, most shops and stores on the station are already shut down or in the end process of closing, and the only transportalizers left running are the few 24 hour ones.-

MAVRIK: -There is hardly anyone left walking about, and as the slow trickle of employees from the Silvah dollar exits the building there is a deep quiet. But before the owner has had the time to leave or lock the doors, a figure is melting out of the shadows and slipping into the restaurant.- 

MAVRIK: -The hood of his sweatshirt is drawn but there is no disguising his horns or the cracks running along one of them. Mavrik might look rather sinister with his eye patch and his hands stuffed into his pockets if it wasn't for his twitchy appearance and the way it seemed like it was impossible for him to focus in one area of space. This whole place reeked of troll and disgusting cooked food. But focus, he had to focus. He's here to see silvah.-

SILVAH: -Silvah's not hard to find on such a small station, especially since Mavrik ought to be aware of the troll's fairly predictable routine of being the last one out the door, closing up shop and making the lazy walk to either the transportalizer pad back to Skaia or the shuttle depending on his mood and the convenience of either option. It's the end of a pretty busy day, so he's sweaty and dirt tired. All the lights have been turned off but just as he's going to lock up, he rounds the corner and is momentarily startled by Mavrik's sudden appearance. After days and days of hearing nothing but rumor of the ugly fight, and after all the tension his conversations with Ryan and Jack have been building up in his mind....it's almost surreal. But he relaxes slightly and at least puts on a welcoming face.-

SILVAH: Didn't expect t' be seein ya back here

SILVAH: -He scratches the back of his neck thoughtfully.- Thought ya'd be planet-hoppin by now. MAVRIK: -His eye is locked on Silvah, intense and cold. Not like the usual grumpy look he wore before, Mavrik looks like his mind is distant.-

MAVRIK: Mhm.

MAVRIK: I came by to get my last paycheck.

SILVAH: -Lets out a big sigh....- Alright. Yer entitled t' it.

SILVAH: I'm....mighty fuckin sorry things turned out this way. I wouldn't a let him hurt ya if I'd been there.

SILVAH: An' he's not allowed around here no more, y'know. MAVRIK: -Grunts and shrugs rather sharply, his whole body is stiff and tense.- Shit happens. 

MAVRIK: This was always going to end up a limited gig. All my jobs always do. 

MAVRIK: I just need the money and I'll be out-- -Suddenly looks to his left and jolts at nothing visible. There are a lot of smells in here, a lot of lingering essences of people who have been through the building today. Its like a constant assault on his nose and eyes. Too much really. He has slept in a few days, hasn't eaten in longer. Hes becoming delirious.- SILVAH: -Gives him a long, searching look. While he's looking, he investigates Mavrik's emotions and feels the odd intensity and desperation and hunger coming off him in waves. It doesn't bode well. He turns to walk away towards his office where he keeps the payroll....but hesitates.- Y' aren't lookin' too good, man.

SILVAH: Do ya need help? Money?  I mean besides yer paycheck, that is. Place t' stay?

SILVAH: -The things Jack said about Mavrik, what he's capable of keep cycling through his mind. He can't help but think there has to be something he can say or do stop it.-

MAVRIK: -He watches Silvah move across the room, as if he's anticipating some sort of sudden movement from him.-

MAVRIK: No, I just want what I haven't been paid yet. I don't need your money just mine. 

MAVRIK: I'm fine. Perfectly fine. SILVAH: Look, ....I know a fucked up situation when I see it. I ain't blind. Just got one functionin' peeper. Like yerself currently.

SILVAH: I can tell yer scared and ya ain't firin' all cylinders. Apt to do somethin' regrettable.

SILVAH: But it don't have t' be that way.

MAVRIK: -He is listening to silvah talk, and seemingly still neutral up until he mentions mavrik doing something "regrettable"  then all bets are off, and Mavrik goes entirely rigid. Hardly even breathing for a short time.- ...........

MAVRIK: "Regrettable." -Repeats it with a rumbling growl in the back of his throat.   And odd choice of words. Jack had attacked him for something he hadn't done, would he have told silvah? What if silvah also believed him capable of those things was he being paranoid? How much did Silvah know about him?? Jack knew plenty what if he told.-

MAVRIK: What am I doing that's regrettable? What doesn't have to be what way?? Hm?? HM??! 

MAVRIK: I'm doing fuck all, I'm not scared of anything I'm FINE!! -Steps suddenly towards Silvah, hissing loudly, before he comes back to his senses again and backs down.- ..... SILVAH: -Uh oh. Silvah doesn't need complex math equations to know he made a bad call by trying to appeal to Mavrik. For a moment all he can do is blink in surprise at Mavriks sudden spike in paranoia and  hostility, and for the first time he feels the madness too- which comes in a cocktail of potent emotions that make his head spin. The situation  obviously isn't as manageable as he first thought. He has to be careful. Very careful. He makes his voice sound worried, but still relaxed and soothing.- Now I don't know nothin about any a that. I was just sorta speakin in general terms . Relax would ya? I'm gonna go get your pay check an then if ya still wanna talk about this yer welcome t it. -He just casually as can be starts walking to his office.- MAVRIK: -Relax.... he could do that, he could relax... maybe.-

MAVRIK: -He takes a few deep breaths, picking up on that forced calm Silvah has and trying to do the same for himself.- Okay... y-yeah okay. 

MAVRIK: -His eyes follow silvah as he shuffles over to the counter to wait. This just felt dangerous to him, going to a less populated area, no where to hide, and silvah might very well know what he is.-

SILVAH: -He does go and grab Mavrk's paycheck as he said, his mind racing the whole time while his body leisurely strolls....but while in the sanctity of his office, he makes sure to equip his armkind . One twist of the wrist and he'll have his weapon at the ready- literally at hand. Just a little insurance policy. In case Mavrik actually is as crazy as Silvah thinks he is. Text from his conversation with Jack is scrolling over and over again in his head, especially the end bit.  He's too far gone. Silvah still doesn't know if that's true....Not for sure. But he has a bad feeling about all this now. The sooner he has Mavrik out of his resturaunt, the sooner he can actually do something about it. He approaches the counter and slides the paycheck over to him wordlessly, along with a few extra hundred dollar bills. Maybe all he really needs is money.  It's possible right? That's what most people need.-

SILVAH: ...Well I was closin up when ya came. Think I'm gonna head out now.

SILVAH: Take care a yourself. MAVRIK: -When Silvah comes back out Mavrik snaps back to attention, having previously been hunched over the counter top staring at nothing. He looks up at Silvah, then down at the check and money before snatching it up checking to be sure it was signed and then tucking it away for safety. Suddenly he felt some relief wash over him, just these few hundred dollars extra meant maybe he could keep further in reality, further from daily feeling like he was dying. Mavrik lets out a sigh.- .............. Thank you. 

MAVRIK: And. 

MAVRIK: I............ I never wanted it to go that way. With Ryan's friend. That guy. 

MAVRIK: I wasnt what he said I was. SILVAH: -It's impossible for Silvah not to keep feeling sympathy for Mavrik, despite all the evidence piling up against him. Silvah in that moment genuinley hopes the poor guy will take the money and run. Find somewhere to be happy- or at least less miserable. Not hurt anyone or be hurt by anyone. Silvah just nods and strides slowly towards the door.- not trusting himself to say much more without upsetting him again- ...I  know. -He wants to believe it. But he's not sure.-

MAVRIK: Mhm. 

MAVRIK: But I'm running out of options. And chances. If he said anything to you, if Ryan said anything to you...

MAVRIK: Silvah I've always hated every single troll with a burning rage you cannot even fathom... -Turns his head and stares at Silvah as he starts moving towards the door.- But you cut me some slack when I needed it so I'll give you a heads up. 

MAVRIK: Stay off of Lauctis. And if I ever see your face again there wont be a second time. -He needs to protect himself, and if that means pulling intimidation tactics so be it.

SILVAH: -Silvah's been doing a pretty good job of keeping his cool this whole time....but the blatant threat startles him and gives him pause,. His skin prickles like the temperature in the room dropped several degrees. It's kind of ridiculous in a way- the giant military trained troll that he is, being intimidated by a tiny thing like Mavrik. But it's not really Mavrik himself that gives him this creepy feeling but the malice in his voice. Once Silvah hears that, feels the intensity of that hatred...towards all trolls, .all the doubts in his mind are swept away. He has to get out of here  and find a way to help. Even trying to postpone the music festival would be a start. Instead of turning around and talking to him again...he just keeps walking. But faster than before.- MAVRIK: -Ah. There it is. That spike of fear clear as day and absorbing Silvah in a whole new shade. He knew it. Mavrik fucking knew it. Any other person would be confused, maybe a little nervous from the death threat but look at him Silvah was a tank? Why would he be this nervous of a guy half his size. Silvah knows something is up.- 

MAVRIK: -When Silvah doesnt even so much as respond and starts walking, Mavrik shoves off from the counter top and swiftly follows at his heels.- I thought you were interested in talking before. What suddenly happened to change that. SILVAH: -FUCKIN HELL, he's on to me. Silvah wonders whether it would be be better to stop and try to stall him or just make a break for it. Silvah's not the fastest person in the world, that's for damn sure....But maybe intimidation can go both ways? Just relying on instinct, he whirls around, clicking his arm into place as he turns and suddenly there's a sort of strange looking gun  where his arm would be, pointing at Mavrik point blank.- Death threats don't tend t' make me too conversational, my friend.

SILVAH: Go on. Take the money 'n go on t' Lauctis and we needn't trouble eachother no more. MAVRIK: -GUN ARM!!-

MAVRIK: ................. -He stares down the barrel of where Silvah's hand used to be and internally sweats. His outward expression straining to not look fearful while a good two thirds of his own instincts tell him to flee the scene. But what use is running for self preservation if Silvah can go and tell some sort of lawful official that could start a manhunt for his ass?- 

MAVRIK: -His hands twitch at his sides.-  You... You dont have the nerve to fire that weapon. -steps closer just to test it.- SILVAH: -Growls when he steps closer. It's a VERY LOUD growl, like a motor revving.- Wrong. I don't wanna fire this weapon. But I will if I have to so mind your p's and q's. -He starts backing off towards the door, just interested in getting more space between he and Mavrik.- MAVRIK: -He jumps at the growl backing up again several paces, but rather then the growl completely scaring him off it just makes Mavrik raise his metaphorical hackles.- 

MAVRIK: -He hisses back at him.- NO YOU WONT!!! -His gaze suddenly darts to the table next to him, Mavrik may not have super strength, but he does have enough muscle to lift and flip it towards Silvah. Get wrecked.- SILVAH: -The table never makes contact, but it does surprise Silvah into firing the gun- which turns out to actually be some kind of plasma-based blaster that basically melts the table away into pieces and dust, grinding out a stream of filthy curses under breath as he stumbles a bit, while also trying making a dive to dart out the door.- MAVRIK: -J E S U S- 

MAVRIK: -He is very glad that table wasn't him, but in the time it took Silvah to demolish the table, Mavrik has skittered off and jumped onto one of the booth tables. What he might not have in size or muscle he makes up for in agility, which he demonstrates by jumping off the surface to launch himself onto Silvah's back before he can get out the door.-  

MAVRIK: -Hes snarling and wide eyed, practically feral and giving into his natural urge to defend himself combined with his dangerous above average aggression. Silvah can try to throw him off but unfortunately before he can get the chance something even worse takes place. The smell of Silvah's skin so close to him... Mavrik can practically taste the sweet metallic taste of blood from memory alone and never before has it been so overwhelming that Mavrik felt as though he was practically blacking out from the scent alone.- 

MAVRIK: -He doesnt even remember thinking about it first, doesn't remember doing it, but quite suddenly Mavrik opens up his mouth and sinks razor sharp fangs through Silvah's clothes and into the back of the trolls Shoulder.- SILVAH: -He doesn't yell, or scream, but let's out a furious roar of pain once he feels that swift, vicious bite that seems to cut so easily into his naturally tough seadweller hide- like the sharpest knife ever.  Even if he knew that Mavrik had already gotten what he wanted, at this point he wouldn't care- his blood is up now. Since he can't reach Mavrik to shoot him, instead he rolls,  slinging the creature pretending to be a troll to the floor and tying to slam his entire massive weight down on top of him.- MAVRIK: -Its like spooking a horse or any large animal, they try to crush you. Mavrik is too caught up in the rewarding buzzing through his skull from having started chewing on Silvah back, he wouldn't say each blood caste had their own unique flavor but it does taste just a little bit sweeter knowing how high up on the spectrum Silvah is.-

MAVRIK: -Not that he gets much time to savor it, Mavrik is brought back to his frazzled senses when quite suddenly his body hits the floor and there is a tremendous weight on him thats threatening to crush his already still damaged ribs to dust, he is certain one of them just completely broke given the sudden pain in his right side. Mavrik shrieks and tries thrashing and clawing to get his way out, he cant breathe with Silvah on top of him and the pain from his ribcage is growing.- SILVAH:   Filthy. Cuntin'. Traitor! -He spits at the impact- the shrieks from Mavrik only intensifies his rage. His eyes are blood-shot and rimmed with purple. Here comes the gun, directly following it, the steel barrel aimed right at Mavrik's mouth which is currently stained purple with his blood. Silvah doesn't dare fire it since the plasma splash would hit him too at this range, but it makes a decent blundgeoning weapon in a pinch.- MAVRIK: -For a brief and terrifying moment Mavrik actually thinks Silvah might just shoot him in the head, but getting slugged in the mouth with the gun hand hardly feels better in the moment. He takes the shot right to his jaw and feels the crack resulting from it.-

MAVRIK: -He chokes on a yelp and wrestles to get his hands up to try and grab hold of the blunt weapon being waved in his face, all while turning to spit out a combination of Silvah's blood, his own, and bits of crushed molar.- SILVAH: -Given that it's his arm, Silvah has a much better grip on it and easily yanks it out of Mavrik's flailing hands, breathing heavily as blood spills from his shoulder in a hot gush. But instead of hitting him again, he twists at the base of his wrists again, and suddenly in place of the blaster is a blade- some kind of cutlass.- MAVRIK: -This was quickly becoming a bad fight for Mavrik, as the hands change he cant decide which attachment is worse. Gun or sword.- 

MAVRIK: -It doesnt matter though because he wont willingly stick around to find out. Mavrik brings up his knees and attempts to drive his heels into Silvah's stomach as hard as he can.- GET!!! OFF!!! SILVAH: -The kick makes impact and while it doesn't manage to push Silvah completely off, it does stun him for a moment, causing him to rear back. If Mavrik is quick he might be able to squirm away before Silvah savagely brings the cutlass slashing down for a killing blow.-

MAVRIK: -He is seizing the moment and scrambling as fast as he can out from under Silvah. He almost falls flat on his face again in the process of standing up but once hes on his feet Mavrik makes a mad dash for the door. His heart beat is pounding in his ears, blood rushing, pulse rapid. All factors that make him run as fast as his quick legs can carry him.- SILVAH: Ss...son of a bitch.....-His breaths are coming in heavy puffs as he tries to drag himself to his feet again. The blood-rage is certainly strong enough that he would've gone chasing after Mavrik to finish the job despite the small chance of being able to catch up to him...but as his head clears and  his heartbeat slows he realizes that they've been rolling around in a pool of his thick, purple blood and it's everywhere- on everything- soaking into his clothes, shining black in the moonlight. Mavrik's teeth were longer and sharper than Silvah ever gave them credit for- they must've hit a vein or an artery. Or something.  Medicine isn't his forte. He can't even see the wound since it's at the back of his shoulder but he knows it's deep. He's begining to feel lightheaded. With a low groan, he grips a nearby table leg and drags himself to his feet, unaware that within the next couple minutes the first signs of the infection will begin to show themselves, unware that his mind is already not his own.-