#I swear you slap some bruising or a bandage on this guy and he becomes 10 times more attractive how why what

[ltcdrmcgarrett]

Okay.

[sun-stricken]

Some ideas for you! Take your pick!

Gray frequents the infirmary the most. In one of my ideas lately, after thinking about iced shell, maybe ice make makes the body a bit more…prone to cracking? Maybe he bruises easy and gets a lot of head wounds. It’s why he’s always in bandages longer. I like the idea of Porlyusica getting sick of him.

Team Natsu/the guild/slayers taking care of him, even when he doesn’t realise it. (Against pervs, against himself, maybe people are a bit racist (with him being not from Fiore).

Gray gets sad sometimes and dissociates.

Gray has night terrors so he has sleeping pills, but on missions he also has caffeine tablets to keep him awake so he doesn’t have terrors around them. Safe to say, they aren’t happy when they find this.

Lucy asks Gray about where he’s from, traditions etc, and the guild realises he might be homesick so they secretly try to learn things for him. (Over the years they’ve picked up swear words (Gray doesn’t realise he’s doing it and they’ve never told him))

Gray’s actually quite touch starved. His body temperature is cold so most people stay away/ don’t touch him (but don’t realise they’re doing it). The only one who can stand is Natsu because of his magic. Maybe it gets worse after becoming a slayer.

…also do you take spicy requests?

you cant just give me all these amazing concepts and tell me to pick☹️ i will do a little for all of them if it kills me

Also yes! i absolutely do take nsfw requests! feel free to ask me anything! im surprised it took so long to ask me that tbh

there is a lot here so vv

1.

* Hes the single reason why the guild infirmary is always having to restock

* Due to Grays multiple usages of iced shell some of his body did turn to ice, most sections of his bones, it looks like a normal bones but it acts like ice, which means hes more likely to break a bone

* unfortunately, its not like a normal broken bone for obvious reasons. itll splinter and have hairline cracks all over the bones before it breaks.

* It takes less time to heal than a normal break, he just has to get it wrapped and limit his usage of his magic so it can ‘heal’ (as in, ice it over again) the breaks and cracks. It takes less time to heal and also less pressure to break, win lose situation tbh

* Which is also why head wounds are especially dangerous for him, skull fractures are more common for him than anyone would like, which is to say any at all

* His external body temperature is low and causes him to bruise like a peach, getting a friendly slap on the back can cause him to bruise for weeks, especially from Erza

* bro hasnt gone a day without a bruise in like ten years

* Hes been dragged to Porlyusica so many times now that anytime she sees him (on the field, in her office, even completely out of context and hes not visibly injured) its like second nature to check him out first

* if she could go a month, or even just two weeks! without seeing him she might consider changing her views on humanity (probably not but its the thought that counts)

* Also Gray has small sections of what people think is frostbite on his hands and feet. It doesnt hurt or limit him at all but theyre there, showed up some time post devil slayer magic

* ALSO! His blood runs slower and is darker due to his low body temperature, causes him only the vaguest of problems but its a thing (this is common in most powerful ice wizards)

2.

* Gray likes to pretend hes good at taking care of himself, but hes not hes really not

* Luckily he has a lot of nosy and protective friends thatll do it for him (in their own ways)

* Natsu literally temperature exploding some guys glass at a bar when he got wayyyy too friendly and handsy with Gray

* they were kicked out but he was really proud of himself

* Rogue drawing shadows towards Gray if he needs to sleep and its too bright, or Sting creating a warm light beam when its dark out and Gray wants to embrace his inner cat and sleep in a sunbeam

* Wendy checking him over first bc she knows hes one of the people who wouldnt ask for help if he was injured

* hes had multiple people physically remove him from fights/training sessions because he was visibly pushing himself way too hard

* Part of the reason Gray learned Fioren so fast was because he was sick of people looking at him like he was stupid for not speaking ‘right’

* he mentioned this to the little slayer group they got goin on and from then on out they were like, hella hyper vigilant with anything that could make him insecure like that again

3.

* It really scared him the first couple times he did it, it still does. He hates losing time

* It started happening during his time with Ur, he cant remember a lot of it, training, blink, fighting, blink, training, blink, training, you get the idea

* It doesnt happen often, and he tried not to think of it past the point of trying to get it to stop

* Its happens often when hes highly stressed but theres no immediate physical threat, his brain doesnt understand whats going on or why its so stressed but knows he doesnt need to physically protect himself yet so it mentally protects him (if that makes sense), usually when hes alone, or when a threat is gone

* he confided in Erza about this once, and now more times than not when he ‘wakes up’ shes there talking to him

* only part he feels is good about it is that it makes him exhausted and lets him sleep easier

* He doesn’t usually dissociate often, not that he has much of a choice, if he did it wouldnt happen at all, but it was a lot worse when he was younger, his memories of early fairy tail are all blurry and he felt like he was on autopilot even when he was ‘awake’

* he hates it

4.

* After his team found out abt his vast array of pharmaceuticals they were so confused and concerned and probably borderline paranoid, because who needs that many medications for one person??

* Gray had been taking sleeping pills at a high enough dose to let him have a dreamless sleep for so long that most over the counter brands dont actually work on him

* but he kept all the old bottle that didnt work just in case he got desperate to sleep and they suddenly magically worked again

* The caffeine tablets were self explanatory after seeing all the sleeping meds, but he also (unwillingly) admitted he takes them on missions so he wouldnt wake them if he had a nightmare, and also for days when they were especially bad so he could go long enough without sleep hed just crash and sleep with no issues. Canr have a nightmare if you dont sleep

* His team was also extremely unimpressed by these explanations

* Erza and Natsu (and also Happy) strong armed him into going to Porlyusica for actual helpful solutions since he refused to go to his actual doctor

* While Lucy and Wendy disposed of the full fucking pharmacy (seriously, he coulda started a business or smth) he had in his bedroom

* For some odd reason he felt lighter and less moody when he was on actual helpful medication and was getting genuine rest

* how strange

* and if his team checks his house for another pharmacy in the making thats nobodies business but theirs

* Also Erza tried to ban Gray from caffeine while on a quest , or at least limit it, but he looked at her like she was absolutely batshit crazy to the point she got embarrassed and had to retract the ban

* But she will tie him to the bed to make him sleep on quests if she has to

5.

* The first time Lucy asked where Gray was from was before Galuna, he ended up giving her a shady answer and redirecting the question to her (reminder, before galuna, before phantom lord) which she ended up also being a bit cagey about so she let it go

* But Lucy is nosy (endearing) by nature, so she asked if he had any different holiday type traditions sometime after Galuna, and to the surprise of, well, literally everyone, he did and gave examples

* which lead down a rabbit hole of the guild fretting a bit abt how to make him comfortable (even though hed been with them for a decade) bc he mentioned he used to be really homesick the first couple years, and sometimes still is

* Most the guild still had no clue where he was from so they were really just running in circles for awhile

* Levy tried to figure it out from the time he accidentally dropped, what she assumed to be colorful curse words, random foreign language bits

* didnt really work but she tried

* so for months he was bombarded with ‘subtle’ questions about his hometown and its culture, which got shut down most the time

* Thats not to say he didnt give them anything, he gave them enough that they were incorporated into existing traditions and holidays they already celebrated

* it was a very sweet gesture that Gray absolutely did not tear up at, so shut up—

6.

* Gray is the most touch starved fool on the planet. ive always loved the idea of him liking touch a lot

* He grew up in a pretty affectionate family, his parents were always around to ruffle his hair, or hug, or hold his hand, or carry him, they were just very physically affectionate and he enjoyed it

* With it made him nauseous, guilty really, because Ur and Lyon were also physically affectionate but it wasnt them, it wasnt his family

* Also it was plain uncomfortable at times, part of learning ice magic was to almost numb himself to cold, but in the beginning numbed him to everything and it became uncomfortable to be touched because it was tingly and it hurt

* Early Fairy Tail he was completely closed off, couldnt stand being touched, didnt want to get cozy and make friends because he planned to leave anyways.

* Ice mages (Fire mages also) temperatures can fluctuate depending on how they feel, for example, if they’re experiencing negative emotions their temperature and the space around them will get colder

* and Gray used to be so angry and upset all the time, and hed just beginning to learn magic so he didnt know how to fix it yet, which caused a lot of discomfort for people.

* People didnt stay around him long because the discomfort of being too cold, and what was he gonna do about it? ask them to come back?? hell no

* So he gained a reputation and people didnt want to disrespect a volatile childs apparent boundaries so they didnt question it

* He was fine with fighting being the only real prolonged touch hed get, totally

* But Natsus got this thing about him that makes him think he can do the impossible, which includes shaking Grays world view and comfort levels

* At some point in their teens Natsu would not let go of the alleged fact that Grays didnt like being touched for some reason, so he did what he does best and pressed the issue

* it ended with Gray being a puddle in his lap while he had a crisis about everything he thought he knew about himself while Natsu celebrated his victory against him

* Its not completely public knowledge but the guild most definitely knows at least a little about how much Gray is touch starved

* he doesnt openly welcome it with open arms but if its happening and he trusts the person hes not gonna say no

* he probably gets a euphoria high from a head pat or smth

* After getting his devil slayer magic is absolutely got worse, having two powerful ice magics, one of which he was still struggling to get the hang of, in one body made it difficult to control the temperature around him, and after long enough people would start shivering if he wasnt careful

* it sucked, totally and completely sucked

* Natsu still remained unbothered and would increase his own temperature to counterbalance Grays, which helped a lot

* he still gets all up in Grays space no matter how much Gray tell him to fuck off, he knows he needs it

[uwuwriting]

My s/o is scarier than yours w/ Dabi, Hawks and Aizawa

Request: Can you do a dabi , hawks and a aizawa reacting to there blind badass s/o going all out on someone who kidnapped Them - @chronosdemon2​

 Tik tok memes have been stuck in my head all day and I’m very close to saying that “Kill your parents Tracey” to someone unironically….. the thing is they'll DO IT. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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warnings: cursing and descriptions of violence, some quirk use, violent quirk use, TW blood

Dabi

-I swear he got caught on purpose . 

-He was strong enough to roast anyone that came close to him and he could literally beat them to a pulp. 

-But noooo he had been whining about wanting to see you saving his ass after he heard Toga talk about how hot you were when you were angry and how your overly aggressive quirk use, made your eyes ?pop?

-The appeal of murdering someone and finding it hot is beyond you so you just let it slide. 

-But McCrispy had other plans. 

-He had been acting reckless and made stupid mistakes while out on missions, constantly getting hurt and forcing you to half carry him back to HQ. 

-You contemplated leaving him in that rusty, disgusting warehouse since you were sure they were gonna ship him back the moment he opened his mouth to speak. 

-He was THAT annoying. 

-But alas your heart got the better of you and after two days of letting him be held captive you decided to go down there yourself and pick up your oversized child. 

-Dabi on the other hand was starting to get pissed. 

-He expected you to come get him the moment you heard he was being held captive, I mean you said you loved him right? You must be worried sick. 

-The other idiots wouldn’t bother for a week or so before remotely lifting a finger in an effort to get him back so you would be coming alone. 

-What the fuck was taking you so long???

-He could burn this whole place down; he could easily do that but they had given him quite the beating already and some of the staples on his skin came loose making the pain radiating through his body ten times worse. 

-He hated admitting that he was truly in pain. 

-In this moment though, as blood trickled from his chest and arms he couldn’t deny that his body was way too sore to even move an inch.

-Another thing he hated was the fact that he needed you right now. 

-Even though he had done this whole thing because he wanted to see you losing your control a little he never expected to be hurt like this, become so desperate for someone to actually save him. 

-He stopped hoping for a savior when he was a child so why is this spark of hope suddenly back? 

-Resting his head on the cold wall behind him he tried to get some rest, hopefully he would feel better after he got some sleep. 

-As you made your way silently through the corridors of the warehouse you noticed a pile of bloody staples in a far corner, seeing red as you immediately knew where these staples came from or better from who.

-You had no intention of giving Dabi the satisfaction of seeing you fight the dudes that caught him. 

-He basically forced you to come pick him up like some drunk idiot who forgot he didn’t have a ride home at 3 am in the morning. 

-But now that they touched him? 

-Sure he was a dick but he was your dick of a boyfriend and no one laid a hand on him. 

-Screams echoed through the halls waking Dabi up from his little exhaustion induced nap, mind hazy from the way his head was spinning. 

-With wobbly legs he got up as the screams grew closer and by the time he was at the door it was flinged off its hinges, hitting one of the lackeys that tried getting up. 

-Even through the immense pain he was in this fucker smirked. 

-There you were, features etched with pure fury, blood splats all over your clothes as he could feel the energy of your quirk radiating through the metallic air. 

- “You fucking dumbass.” 

- “It’s nice to see you too doll.” 

-You hauled him to the safehouse, not uttering a single word on the way back letting him wallow in silence. 

-You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him after you saw how banged up he was.

-Cleaning his skin so it wouldn’t get infected, you got some spare staples to piece him back together *literally*. 

-He knew he messed up big time by the way you wouldn’t meet his gaze so he swallowed his pride and forced himself to give a single apology.

- “Sorry.”

- Sighing you kissed his nose, giving him a stern look while wrapping his chest up with a bandage. 

- “Just don’t pull anything like that again.” 

-You ain't never hearing the s word again. 

Hawks/Keigo Takami 

-He swears he had everything under control. 

-Completely disregarding the fact that he was tied to a chair with all of his feathers gone leaving his wings looking like a newborn chicken. 

-Yeah completely under control. 

-Doesn’t even know how he ended up here. 

-One minute he is on patrol with his favorite person in the world and the next he wakes up in a room with no windows, tied to a very uncomfortable chair. 

-Doesn’t even remember if he used his wings at all!

-He is trying to wiggle free when the chair tips and he falls face first on the dirty ass cement floor. 

-His knees were scrapped and his nose was smushed, a frustrated groan leaving his lips as he maneuvered himself to lay on his side, brows furrowing as he continued to stare at the grey wall opposite of him. 

-The ropes that tied his hands were tight leaving no room for his hands to either wiggle free or untie the knots all together. 

-He had to come up with a new plan. 

-So what did he do? He started singing. 

-No no you aren’t reading this wrong. 

-From the macarena to WAP, he knew all the lyrics, his voice bouncing off the four walls of his room. 

-His throat was getting hoarse and he was running out of songs when he heard the screams. 

-At first they weren’t coherent, just a jumble of words and shouts as quirks were activated, the building shaking a little bit by all the attacks. 

-The noise got closer, more voices joined the screaming fest and poor guy was frantically now trying to get his hands or wings or anything really free from the ropes to at least defend himself to whatever is coming his way. 

- “WHERE THE HELL IS HE?!”

- “LADY WHY ARE YOU SO MAD I-”

- *slap*

-Oh he recognized that voice. 

-That sweet melodic voice that was now cursing the hell out of the guard outside his door like a construction worker on a Monday. 

-The door rattled as something rammed into it, the hinges barely staying in place as it was attacked again and again and again until it came off, falling just a few inches away from his face. 

-You walked in, eyes immediately locking with his as groans and pained moans could be heard coming from behind you. 

-Your uniform had a few bloodstains on it and he could see your chest rising and falling rapidly but as his eyes scanned your figure, everything seemed fine; no injuries, no bruises just a few wrinkles on your shirt. 

-His little chicken wings flapped as he beamed at you, a happy coo leaving his lips the moment you kneeled down behind him to untie the knots, giving him a kiss on the cheek *even though you were kinda pissed and did it while mumbling something about him being a stupid idiot with the brain of a penguin*. 

-You didn’t bother informing anyone that you got him back, just shooting your sidekick a text that you are going home. 

-Anger was radiating from your whole body and Keigo could feel it coming in intense waves. 

-He didn’t say a word the whole ride home *cause he was gonna get thrown…..close to the truth*

-Once inside your apartment, you helped him with his uniform and tended to the few scratches and bruises that littered his torso and limbs, resting your forehead on his shoulder once you were done, a tired sigh escaping your lips. 

- “I’m sorry. Are you mad at me?”

- “I’m not mad, not at you at least.” 

-Wrapping his arms around you he swiftly switched spots, asking for permission silently to help with your bruises. 

- “Thank you for coming dove.” 

Aizawa Shota 

-He could hear you pounding down the streets after them. 

-He felt so hopeless right now, body gone limp from some quirk that he didn’t manage to block, being carried like a sack through the streets that he should be protecting while his s/o was spewing profanities and very malicious threats at the people who held him. 

-Really it was one of the most embarrassing moments in his whole hero career. 

-Worse than that one time he got caught in his own capture tool when he first laid his eyes on you one cold Friday night in the middle of winter. 

-As his head bobbed along with his kidnapper’s footsteps he caught small glimpses of your form, anger etched on every single crevice of your face, eyes hard as they stayed glued to the person that held him, your quirk letting out small thrums of energy that gave away your anger. 

-You could barely keep it at bay right now. 

-You couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to your husband. 

-He literally got snatched in front of your eyes. 

-You had no time to react as he was hit by that bastard’s quirk and you saw his body fall limp. 

-At the mere thought of the attempted kidnapping your quirk let out a stronger thrum sending some trash cans crashing to the ground from their spots on the side of the alleyway. 

-Your lungs burned and your thighs were beginning to hurt like hell but you weren’t about to let them get away. 

-Gripping the railing of a low balcony, you hauled yourself up, quickly making your way to the roof and continuing your persecution from above. 

-One by one you began taking the idiots out, the higher ground giving you a more open look on them and allowing you to use your quirk safely. 

-Soon enough the only one left was the one who was holding your husband who also happened to run into a dead end, whimpers leaving his lips as he saw your figure on the building’s roof. 

-By the time your feet touched the pavement, the villain was begging you to let him go that he and his crew won’t pull something like this again. 

-In one swift motion he was knocked unconscious falling next to your husband who was beginning to gain the ability to move again. 

-With a groan you helped him to his feet, searching for any further injuries before cupping his cheek and giving him a kiss, engulfing him in a hug right after. 

- “I thought I would lose you.”

-He hugged you close, burying his face in your hair as siren’s started echoing off the walls of the alley. 

- “I’m here, I’m alright.” 

-He felt your body slightly shake whether that was caused by the shock and the worry you just went through or the overuse of your quirk, he didn’t know. 

-What he did know though was that you deserved to be pampered even more than usual tonight.  

-Giving you another kiss he gently pushed you off him, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the “crime scene”, taking the familiar road home. 

-That night he holds you a little tighter than usual. 

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Chapter 2: Survivor’s Guilt

Part of the “Illicit Limerence” series.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Summary: Javier is confronted with the stakes of losing an important coworker and friend as the reader gets injured during a chase. But grief and hospitals aren’t really his scene. The reader finds out the extent of her injuries and condition, leaving her shocked to the core.

Warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of injury, angst and some fluff

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DEA agents were hurt and killed almost daily, that was just the way things were with the cartel. Pablo didn’t care about who they were or what their legacy was, married or not, children or not, to Escobar they were just the enemy’s pawns. Javier Peña was well-aware of this and therefore rarely turned his head when another death within the office was called. He didn’t do funerals, he did women and drinking instead. In a time of war there was no time for grieving, he believed it to be a weakness of the flesh much worse than indulging in the warmth of a prostitute or colleague every now and then. This had become a routine for him and while it ate away at his conscience he never once considered giving up his bachelor-lifestyle. Never until today.

The narco screamed as Javier tackled him to the asphalt, brutally bending his arms behind his back, slapping the cuffs around his wrists. He opened his mouth to yell something out to Carillo when he heard the echo of two gunshots, followed by a cry. As his ears registered the pitch and tone, he made it out to be you. His head shot up immediately, already in desperate search of the source of your whereabouts.

Carillo took the detained from his clammy hands, leaving Javier to find you. Everything went quiet and all he could hear in that moment of utter panic was his obscene breathing and rapid heartbeat. When he rounded the corner, seeing Steve’s back turned to him, a pool of broken glass and legs he could only assume were yours he felt his heart drop. Murphy was frantically babbling into his radio as Javier stepped closer, the blood on the floor sickening.

He stood still next to Steve, watching the way your relaxed body laid in his arms, unmoving. “Is she-“

“No”, Steve replied quickly, beckoning for Javier to take his spot. “Stay with her, I’m getting the med kit from the car.”

He hesitantly sat down on his knees, the glass scraping against the fabric of his jeans as he gently pulled you onto his upper thighs. He spotted the burnt fabric on your vest and thanked his stupid teasing for having secured it earlier. It was as if you were just asleep, eyes closed, a peaceful look settling on your features. That’s what he told himself, she’s just resting, it’s been a long day, she’s fine, just tired.

Usually when you were sprawled out in his arms it was after another heated round of mind-numbing sex, naked and glistening with sweat. He thought of the way you looked then, skin glowing with pleasure, lips curled up in the most mesmerizing smile, eyelids fluttering closed as he trailed his long fingers over your chest. Rather than being covered in each other’s sweat, he found his hands stained with your vibrant-red blood and rather than trailing his fingertips across the curve of your breasts his left hand rested on the back of your head, hair sticking to itself from the mixture of sweat and blood.

It was a horror, the otherwise so lively and feisty woman appearing dead. The more he thought of it, the more he started shaking, panicking, checking for a heartbeat despite hearing your soft breaths. He couldn’t stand the idea of never getting to apologize to you, never having you curled up against his chest again, laughing about something stupid. The mere possibility of never seeing you at that desk again, stuffing your mouth with whatever the kitchen had to offer, completely dropping the “ladylike” act in front of your two partners, it tugged right at his heartstrings.

When Steve returned, putting some balled up spare clothes underneath you to keep them from cutting you up even more, Javier was dead silent and pale with terror. He gave his fellow agent a death glare when he gently shifted her body back to the floor, his arms tightening around you. “We need to get her vest off and check her chest”, Steve commanded, Javier finally loosening his grip, allowing you to lay on the makeshift “bed”.

“Ambulance?”, he breathed.

“Still on the way”, Steve huffed as he carefully undid the several buckles and straps on your vest.

As the two frantic men were bickering back and forth accusing the other one of not being careful enough or being a blatant idiot you slowly came to. A soft whine left your lips as you blinked a couple of times, the bright daylight inducing the absolute worst headache you ever felt. Soon the two of them were hovering over you, asking a myriad of questions while you were just trying to put two and two together. You couldn’t even bring yourself to move an inch, your entire body just aching and seemingly on fire. As you registered the severity of your fall, your breathing started to speed up, the two fussing men not helping you with your oncoming panic attack. Javier rested a bloodied hand on your cheek in an attempt to calm you down, he was whispering something to you, in Spanish, fingers stroking back and forth in a gentle motion. You tried to speak but found yourself unable to, a tear of frustration falling out of the corner of your eye.

“Cariño, quédate conmigo, por favor”, he muttered, “Está bien, la ambulancia llegará pronto.” (Stay with me, it’s okay, the ambulance will be here soon).

He hadn’t been this soft with you in weeks and the longer you stared up at him through your heavy eyes, the guiltier he felt about it. With every blink your eyes struggled more and more to open again, your body urging, begging you to just rest. You were defenceless against yourself, the sustained injuries asking just too much of you, and soon you were out again, breathing steadying once again. Javier bit his tongue trying to ground himself and keep calm as he heard the wailing sirens in the distance. Steve had been taken your vest of by now, lifting your shirt to reveal nasty bruises on your chest, the vest had saved your life. Javier said a prayer right there and then, thanking whatever entity up above responsible for saving you, for letting you stay with him.

When the paramedics took over and removed the two of them from the scene they were in a trance-like state. Steve had been through this before, back in the states he’d lost his partner, which had proven to him just how powerful drugs were. Death was just a part of the job, but losing a partner, that shit was personal.

 How they managed to get to the hospital unscathed was beyond anyone’s understanding, but as Steve sat in the waiting room with sweet Connie holding his hand, Javier was angry. It should’ve been him, he had told you not to go, but you just wouldn’t fucking listen. They didn’t even catch the guy, which maybe wasn’t the worst outcome, seeing how Javier would have absolutely murdered him with his bare hands.

“Javier just sit down, this isn’t helping anyone”, Connie spoke up, clearly having had enough of the man’s continuous pacing. “Why don’t you get yourself a coffee or something, you could be here another couple hours.”

She did have a point, you’d been in surgery for little over an hour and with every passing minute his need to just run off was getting more and more prominent. But he knew that the doctor could walk through those doors any minute as well, so he wanted to stay put, for you.

Upon seeing his partner’s lack of movement, Steve stood up. “How about I go get us those coffees then”, he offered.

Being alone with just Connie, a close friend of yours, made him feel even more nervous. Luckily for him the doors swung open before any kind of conversation could be started. Revealing the doctor that had rushed you away earlier. Your two friends went to stand, politely nodding at the doctor.

“The patient is stable, she suffered a broken collarbone which we managed to fix into place during surgery. She also sustained a concussion and a laceration to the back of the head which has been closed up. And uh she has some contusions among minor cuts over the body, nothing to be too worried about.” Javier and Connie sighed in relief. “But I need to speak to Steve Murphy, he was listed as Miss y/l/n’s emergency contact.”

“That’s my husband, he’s gone to get some coffee, should be back any second”, Connie replied, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “Can we go see her?”

“The patient’s waking up just now, so she’ll be out of it for a little bit.” With that he led them to your room, carefully opening the dim room, quickly adding that it had to do with the smack to the head you’d suffered.

Javier and Connie sat on either side of the bed, the doctor quickly leaving the room almost bumping into Steve on the way out. When he introduced himself the doctor whisked him away, presumably to have that confidential chat.

A quiet sob drew Javier’s attention back to the scene in front of him, nothing that Connie had started to cry, carefully holding your hand in hers. “Careful with that, we still need that back at the office, evidence”, he joked, eliciting a sad smile from his friend.

“Just look at her Javi, she must’ve been so scared.”

He looked at the IV’s in your left hand and the several bandages covering your body. “She’ll be alright Con, I promise.”

Steve re-entered the room with heavy steps, head hanging low and he looked at his wife. “Connie, a word, out in the hall”, he sighed.

She quickly wiped at her eyes and left the room, following her husband outside. He was alone with you now and felt incredibly out of place. You were the one to make situations less awkward and insufferable, you were the one to lighten the mood with some stupid joke or story about something back in the States. You, you, you – anything and everything was you, it was like his fucking world revolved around it- her. The poor man wasn’t able to deal with the near loss of you and his feelings, so he did what seemed best to him, pressing a quick kiss to your head and booking it, leaving you alone.

The simple touch had its desired effect, eyes fluttering open just as he walked over the threshold of your room, disappearing into the Columbian night. As you blinked a couple of times, vision somewhat blurry, all you could feel was pain, intense pain from your shoulder. Just as you tried to sit up a bit more the Murphys walked in, Connie quickly rushing over to your side and forcing you to lay back.

“Hey, y/n, hey, you’re in the hospital”, she explained slowly, gesturing at the several wires and monitors.

“Ja-Javier?”, you croaked out, throat completely dry and scratchy.

Steve poured you a glass of water while speaking: “He must’ve left. Listen, I know you’re probably exhausted and all but we need to have a chat.”

Nothing could have prepared you for the absolute bomb Steve was about to drop on you, those three little words changed everything. You – are – pregnant. Normally people would be nothing short of euphoric hearing such a confession, but to you – a woman with no partner and a job in one of the most dangerous places to be – it was a death penalty.

You had stayed in the hospital five more days, fellow agents coming to pay their respects, but you were just in a state of utter shock and frankly denial. You had argued with doctors and nurses, demanding they’d take your blood again and do it right. But no matter how much you protested and wanted it to not be true, you were in fact pregnant.

Five whole days of friends and colleagues supporting and loving you, even a call from your fucking parents at some point, but no Javier. Connie and Steve hadn’t pried for information, prioritizing your recovery for now, but you knew fully well your old friend had his suspicions. They hadn’t told anyone else, and as of yet it was just you, them two and the medical staff that was aware, already way too many people for your liking.

On the fifth day nobody visited, as per your request, you’d be moving in with Connie and Steve for the next couple of weeks, your concussion-induced vertigo and left arm requiring almost constant assistance, or as you saw it: babysitting. So, you’d told everyone to fuck off until it was time to go to hopefully get some time to yourself, time that you could spend in your own head. As you sat up on the hospital bed, half dressed, incapable of putting a shirt over your head, you broke down. It wasn’t necessarily the shirt that made you this upset it was just everything; the accident, the fact that you were pregnant and most of all him. He hadn’t even made an effort to visit you, to check up on you.

Or so you thought. You see, while you were out in that bed, life at the office just continued where it left off, Peña and Murphy still sitting at their desks and going out in the field. Only now they only ever talked about three things; new leads, that new bar downtown and you. Well to be completely honest, Steve didn’t really ever mention you but Javi.. he couldn’t shut up about you, bugging his poor co-worker on the daily, trying to get at least some information out of him. Steve had gotten so fed up one late night that he’d tossed the case files at the other man’s head, telling him to go to that damned hospital instead. After that he stopped asking and was left to brood and mull in his bed, kitchen, shower, basically anytime he was alone. Surely you wouldn’t want him there, considering what terms you were on, but would it be so bad for him to just swing by, talk to you for half an hour or so, see how you were doing with his own eyes? He deemed it best to leave you alone and not give you more of a headache. But by Saturday afternoon, the day you were supposed to be emitted, he couldn’t help himself. He got in his car and just drove there, hastily parking his car as he ran up to your room, stopping at the door as he heard your muffled weeping.

The soft knock interrupted your heartfelt moment, you saw his reflection in the windows, unable to turn your head around. “Can I come in?”, he asked with a small voice.

“Y-yeah”, you answered, trying to cover yourself with your good arm.

He wordlessly walked over to you, quickly gathering the shirt from the floor and stepping closer. “Guide me.” Javier tenderly helped you into your shirt, following your every instruction and checking if he was doing okay every time you winced. When you were dressed he sat next to you on the bed, holding the hairbrush you’d handed him just seconds before. “I-I’ve never done someone else’s hair, are you sure you want to look even more of a mess?”, he joked.

You quietly chuckled, fidgeting with the hair tie in your hand. “Can’t get much worse anyways, just be careful with the ends.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence as he brushed through your untamed hair, profusely apologizing every time the brush would get tangled, making the both of you laugh a little. It was a small win, just a sweet and innocent moment with the most dangerous man around, at least to you. He struggled to comb it all back, clearly not used to performing even the easiest of hairstyles. Eventually your hair did end up in something akin to a ponytail, at least he tried. After he zipped up your bag for you and checked the room for anything left behind you tried to slip on your shoes, a pair of tennis shoes to be exact, ones you frequented due to the nature of your job. Chasing narco-men wasn’t exactly ideal when wearing heels, so yes, you lived in flats. He soon got on his knees in front of you, helping you in your shoes and tying the laces for you, not able to watch you struggle any longer. The two of you didn’t talk other than the occasional “does this hurt” and “what now”. He offered to drive you home, but you explained Steve would be picking you up in a bit, informing him that you’d be staying over at their place, but a floor away from his own door.

“I should probably go then – unless you need anything else”, he said, hands in his pockets.

You went to stand, losing your balance a bit and steadying yourself by holding on to the frame of your bed. “Actually, if you don’t mind, can you help me to the entrance, I’d rather wait there.”

With his arm wrapped around your waist, by means of support, totally nothing else, he helped you get downstairs, to the entrance. He’d insisted you stayed inside, telling you about the dangers of being alone. You’d rolled your eyes, reminding him you had worked here just as long as he had, making him jut his hip. It’s then that Steve pulled up out front, quickly walking over to the two of you.

“What the hell is he doing here?”, Steve asked you, eyeing his partner up and down.

“He was just visiting and now he is leaving, see you Monday, Murphy”, Javier scoffed as he patter the man on the back, walking off without another word.

As Murphy helped you in his car he quirked an eyebrow at your messy hair; “Peña do that to you?” You nodded. “What’s that all about?”

“Survivor’s guilt”, you chuckled.

Taglist: @peterhollandkait @pedritomando​ 

[gumnut-logic]

Escapee (Part Two and End)

From here.

This has been on my WIP list far too long for a tiny short, so I’ve finished it off and am now dumping it here and running. Quality is questionable. 2267 words.

I’ve posted this piece of art with it because screenshots lack hugs. I need to draw more hugs :D

I hope you enjoy it ::hugs you all::

-o-o-o-

Virgil woke with a headache and a foul taste in his mouth.

The obvious smells of the infirmary alerted him to where he was, and even this deep in the mountain, he could hear the storm still raging outside.

He groaned. Damned cyclone. Two was going to need a full overhaul after that landing.

Landing.

Memory tracked him approaching Tracy Island, desperate to get home before the cyclone hit, but sure that Two could handle the conditions. After all, she had tackled much worse on many an occasion.

But there was a blank. He didn’t remember landing and all his memory could supply was a jumbled mess of terror.

“Scott!” He sat straight up in bed, his heart suddenly racing, thudding in his chest, absolutely terrified. What had happened to his brothers?

Hands grabbed him and, for a split second, that fear multiplied as he realised his own hands were tied down and he couldn’t free them.

“Virgil! You’re safe. You’re home. You’re safe.” Scott’s voice, panicked and desperate. A pair of worried blue eyes and Virgil latched onto them. A moment of stillness, recognition. He was in the infirmary. Scott had him. He was okay.

God, his head hurt.

“Scott?”

A tentative hopeful smile. “You with me, Virg?”

“Uh, yeah.” He pulled at his arms, looking down to find his wrists strapped with medical restraints. His left arm was swathed in bandages and was complaining. A frown. “What happened?”

Scott stepped back a little, but his hands didn’t leave Virgil’s shoulders. “You had a bit of a rough landing. Two did her best, but you got a bit shook up.”

Landing.

He searched his memory. Still nothing. No specifics, just a haze. But this wasn’t the first time he had hit his head...because he had obviously hit his head because he couldn’t remember the incident. “What’s the damage?”

“You have some electrical burns and bruising.”

“Not me, Thunderbird Two!”

His brother’s shoulders dropped and he sat back, rolling his eyes just a little. His brother radiated such a sense of relief. “Virg...” But there was a hitch in Scott’s voice. “Two is fine. A bit of strain to her superstructure, one wheel had to be replaced. Brains was concerned about her electrical systems, but he said it was mostly a replace and patch up job. He’s already repaired the dash.”

“The dash?!” What the hell happened?

“Hey, relax. She’s good. As far as we can tell it was a freak accident. A combination of lightning and a shielding failure. You hit the runway hard and an electrical arc took out you and half the dash.”

Virgil stared at his brother. “Are you sure she’s okay?”

Scott frowned at him, all humour gone. “Virgil, I don’t care about Two. I only care about you. It was...close. You scared us.”

Virgil blinked, the terror making a sudden return, swirling in the back of his mind. “What happened?”

Scott sighed. “You’re okay, just as much as your ‘bird. Grandma knows what she is doing.”

Another blink. “Grandma? Where is she?” He looked around the room as if expecting her to suddenly pop out of the shadows.

“She’s resting.”

Another thought hit him. “Gordon! Where’s Gordon?”

Scott frowned at him. “Gordon’s fine.”

“But the Landing...” He trailed off. His memory refused to supply the information he needed. There was something about Gordon. Gordon getting hurt.

“He wasn’t on Two. You were alone. You were coming back from Beijing. You were delayed with another rescue in the Phillipines and it messed up your flight plan proper. Gordon was fishing a boat full of whale watchers out of the drink in Tonga.”

Virgil just stared at him.

Scott’s frown deepened. “Gordon, travelled back under the edges of the cyclone. Made it back a couple of hours before you.” The hands on his shoulders squeezed gently. “Virg, what is it?”

“Why am I strapped down?” The fear was becoming a physical thing. His memory was blank, but something had happened. His neurons may not have recorded the information, but his body was on edge. Something other than falling out of the sky.

It hit him like a slap to the face as the facts all came together. The strain on Scott’s face, the fear in his own heart, the restraints, the memory loss... Quiet words echoing the terror welling inside. “What did I do?”

Scott’s stiffening gave it all away. The flicker of fear in his brother’s eyes that echoed Virgil’s own.

“Scott, what did I do?!”

“You were medicated. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Scott!” Why the hell didn’t he just tell him?

The door slipped open and a strawberry blond head poked through. “Virg! You’re awake!” Gordon bounded into the room, a grinning Alan following him in.

The aquanaut thumbed his comms. “John, he’s awake.”

The FAB at the other end of the line was curt, but a moment later his tall and lanky brother slipped in behind them.

Virgil stared, his aching head not quite able to keep up with the sudden change in audience.

Alan had his left arm in a sling. When had that happened? Again, his memory refused to supply the requested information. He resisted the urge to swear.

“Will someone please tell me what happened?” He was almost embarrassed by the desperate plea in his voice...almost.

All four brothers froze, three of them turning to Scott as if awaiting direction. Virgil looked from one to the other and back again. “Guys?!” He rattled the restraints like that guy out of Dicken’s ‘A Christmas Carol’ rattled his chains.

And immediately regretted it when Alan’s eyes latched onto them. The expression on his littlest brother’s face flashed worry.

“Allie?”

Alan startled and Virgil’s already thudding heart upped its pace another notch as clues began to slot together.

“Allie, how did you break your arm?” No, please, no.

“Virgil-“

“Scott!” He glared at his brother before turning back to Alan. “Are you okay?”

The worry on Alan’s face vanished and he shrugged as if the sling was nothing. “I’m cool. You’re the one we’re worried about.” He strode up to the end of Virgil’s bed and dumped himself on it. “Are you feeling better?”

There was so much hope in those blue eyes.

Virgil blinked. He really wished his head would stop hurting.

Enunciated very clearly. “Can someone please tell me what happened?” An unsteady breath as his eyes latched onto Alan again. “Did I hurt you?”

The restraints bit at his wrists as he clenched his fists.

Alan’s eyes darted to Virgil’s hands in echo of that earlier flash of emotion before his little brother threw up the same cheerful façade he did during rescues.

Virgil’s heart broke.

Alan reached out, a soft smile on his face as his fingers landed on Virgil’s leg, the bed covers relaying his little brother’s touch. “I’m good, Virg. You didn’t know what you were doing.”

“I hurt you.” The words scraped past his larynx as Virgil’s eyes latched onto the sling holding his little brother’s arm safe.

Alan waved it away. “Eh, you just proved a point. I need to spend some more time with Kayo.” He smiled just a little. “You know how to kick ass when you want to. Note taken. Don’t get in your way when you’re determined.” An impish grin. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

“I-“ He knew Alan meant well, but every word… he struggled against his restraints. He desperately wanted to reach out and hold his brother, reassure himself, provide comfort, but…his chains rattled.

It was Gordon who acted. “Hey, Virg, it’s okay.” A hand on his shoulder for just a moment before his aquanaut brother was fiddling with the strap holding down Virgil’s arm. “I can see that hug machine grinding gears.”

Scott was fiddling with the fastenings on Virgil’s other wrist.

“No, not the hug machine!” It was comical on Alan’s part as he flailed dramatically at the end of the bed, but it was in such contrast to the distress in Virgil’s heart…

Then his hands were free and he was reaching for his little brother. “Allie!”

Perhaps he feared rejection in Alan’s eyes, but as the young astronaut flew into his arms without hesitation, Virgil was overwhelmed with a mixture of gratitude and love.

“It’s okay, Virg. I promise.” It was muffled into his shoulder.

Virgil only squeezed tighter, his left arm pulling at whatever he had done to it. Blond strands fluttered as he breathed into his brother’s hair.

“Sorry.” Hoarse.

“Is okay.” One thin arm tightened around him even tighter and it squeezed moisture out of his eyes.

He clung to his little brother for a long moment, but questions still needed answers.

As Alan eventually pulled away, blue eyes looked up at him and smiled. As far as Alan was concerned, he was obviously forgiven.

But Virgil didn’t think he could ever forgive himself.

And he still didn’t know what had happened. His eyes skipped to Scott, then Gordon and finally John.

John.

Virgil’s eyes narrowed as they focussed on his space brother. “Tell me.”

“Virg-“ Scott placed a hand on his arm again.

Virgil shook it off and kept his eyes on John. “Tell me!”

Aquamarine gauged him, flickered to Scott and back. “You had an adverse reaction to medication. Grandma tried a new combination as you weren’t responding well to your usual dose. It worked. However, an unforeseen side effect was paranoia. You fled the infirmary in what appears to be an escape attempt from the Island and headed down to Thunderbird Two.” John’s eyes were kind. “Alan got in your way. He claims you picked him up with one hand and threw him across the room. Hence the broken arm.”

Virgil turned to stare at his little brother who shrugged. “You were right. You can pick me up with one hand.”

Fingers tightened on Virgil’s arm, but he was beyond identifying who they belonged to as he turned back to John. Quietly. “There’s more.” It wasn’t a question.

John tilted his head a little. “Then Scott got in your way. You were determined that he was an enemy. Either the Chaos Crew or the Hood himself, because you blamed him for Gordon’s injuries earlier in the year.”

“John.” Scott’s tone was sharp.

The space monitor turned to the commander. “He needs to know.”

Virgil couldn’t take his eyes off his tall, red-headed brother. Those aquamarine eyes turned back to him. “You attacked Scott. Gordon took you out with a tranquilliser gun.”

Virgil stared. A lump in his throat welled up. “Thank you, John.”

His brother’s lips curled up into the faintest of smiles and he nodded once, but didn’t say anything further.

Virgil turned to Scott. “Are you okay?”

Eyes were rolled at him for his efforts. “As if you could take me your best day, Virg. Are you kidding me?” All smirking confidence.

Virgil raked his brother with his gaze, almost wishing he could medically scan him with his eyeballs.

He turned back to John. “Is he okay?”

A disgusted sound from Scott almost obliterated John’s smiling words. “He’s fine. Maybe a few bruises. That’s all.”

“John!”

John turned to Scott. “You want to try and hide medical issues from Virgil? He’ll worry himself sick and then find out anyway. Best to be upfront. For everyone’s health.”

Scott grunted and glared. “I’ll remind you of that next time you complain I’ve set Virgil on you for not sleeping.”

“That’s different.”

“Different how? Eos claimed it was a good thirty-six hours last time and you were hallucinating coffee.”

“I am old enough to make my own decisions.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“You can’t talk. You hid that bruised rib from him when you came back from San Fran two weeks ago.”

“John!”

“You’re lucky he punched you on the other side today.”

“John! For goodness sake!”

Virgil stared at both of them in shock as the ‘discussion’ blew up into a full-on argument over the bed. John stood with his arms crossed and his brow furrowed while Scott pointed fingers at him in punctuation.

Alan stared at the both of them, wide-eyed beside Virgil.

A nudge at Virgil’s other side snapped him out it.

“Both idiots, if you ask me.” Gordon was quietly grinning. He sat on the edge of the bed beside Virgil and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Can’t hide anything from you, anyway.”

A blink. The hug was weird and voluntary, but Virgil wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

However…

“You shot me.”

“Yep.” The grinning continued, but Gordon didn’t look at him, his eyes tracking the entertainment of space monitor versus commander as they bickered.

“Thank you.”

That did draw those amber brown eyes in his direction. “You’re welcome. Any time.”

Virgil’s left arm hurt and was stiff as hell, but he lifted it awkwardly and pulled his fish brother in as best he could. There was that odd compliance again as Gordon let him do it with no protest at all.

Gordon’s hair always smelled of chlorine. It was familiar and reassuring.

“You okay?”

That earned him a snort. “My only regret is I didn’t shoot you in the butt.”

“Gordon.”

His brother sobered a little. “Honest, Virg. I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me and...” Those eyes, so like his own, fixed him where he sat. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Virgil didn’t have an answer to that so just pulled him in closer.

“Do it again and it’s the butt. I’m taking pictures.”

Virgil closed his eyes and just held on tight.

-o-o-o-

FIN.

[bichlordstories]

15: Blood Sport

Sekijiro quickly rushed towards Recovery Girl's recovery room with adrenaline rushing through his veins.

He never seen you like that. Never had he seen you go berserk on someone so harshly. Then again, it was most definitely because nobody was down there to hold you back, to remind you to redirect your fury to a villain.

But you weren't fighting a villain. You were fighting another student.

He burst through the door, expecting to see you, Todoroki and Recovery girl. Instead of just you three, there was two other people.

All Might and Endeavour.

"Sekijiro-san! What are you doing here?" All might asked.

"I came to see my student." Was all Sekijiro said.

Endeavour scowled at All Might, not even sparing Sekijiro a glance. He walked past the two men and stood next to your bed.

Most of the blood was cleaned off, but you were still covered in hints of crimson. Looking over to Todoroki, he was looking a lot better.

Recovery Girl walked between yours and Todoroki's beds and scanned you both, nodding at Todoroki's body. She turned to Endeavour and spoke in a friendly but not condescending tone.

"Your son is completely fine now, his wounds are all closed up."

"Hm." Endeavour grunted in relief.

"He did have a major concussion-"

Endeavour visibly tensed at this as well as All Might and Sekijiro.

"-but that has been fixed with the help of a donor's blood." The older woman waved off with a smile.

"A... donor?" Sekijiro muttered in surprise.

"(Y/n)..." All Might said, catching both Sekijiro's and Endeavour's attention.

"Yes... (L/n)-san here has special blood. Not only do their body reproduce blood at a fast rate, but it has regenerative properties within it." Recovery Girl explained.

Endeavour looked past the woman at your sleeping form.

Only hints of bruises and a large burn scar on your right arm, in fact, it covered your arm all the way to your shoulder. No doubt it was Recovery Girl's doing... but could it also be yours?

"Looks like he's awake! Hello there, young man!"

Endeavour snapped his head towards his own son, who was sitting up.

It was almost as though he wasn't hurt at all.

Once Shoto locked eyes with his father, he glared at the man and turned from him.

"You are looking a lot better young Todoroki!" All Might said proudly.

"Perhaps they will find themself awake soon?" Sekijiro said, referring to you, who was laying in bed.

"I'm not so sure... their blood doesn't work as well on them as it does on others." Recovery girl said.

This surprised the men a bit.

"Aizawa-san's facial fracture was completely healed due to (L/n)-san's blood. However,(L/n)-san's Blood doesn't really work that well on themselves, if at all. It's as though they're immune to the regeneration the blood provides." Recovery Girl explained.

The elderly woman walked over to you and slowly pulled the blanket over you, leaving your arms uncovered.

"I'm afraid they'll have to miss the ceremony today." She said.

You missed the reward ceremony, unfortunately.

While All Might had to leave because of the ceremony and Endeavour left because he had no more business in the clinic, Sekijiro stayed with you. Although Recovery Girl was extremely hesitant, she decided to leave due to Sekijiro's request.

"Just press that button right there in case of an emergency. I'll be sure to tell you about the ceremony after, okay?" The elderly woman said.

Sekijiro grunted and stayed in the his seat.

Within an hour or two, Recovery Girl walked back in... with Nezu and Aizawa.

Aizawa has his bandages off completely, leaving just a scar that wasn't really noticeable.

Recovery Girl excuses herself and left the three (four of you count your unconscious body) alone to discuss something.

Vlad King immediately stood up, Boeing a bit to the Chimera that was the principal.

"Principal Nezu." Was all he could say.

What was he supposed to say? He couldn't really defend you much this time, especially since you nearly beaten a kid to death long after he passed out.

Nezu raised a paw as if to say hi and chill out.

"Please, relax Vlad King! I am simply here to discuss (L/n) and your tutoring."

That did not ease the pit in Sekijiro's stomach.

"...I have failed as a teacher, Principal Nezu. This was an error on my behalf." Sekijiro quickly said with a bow in order to shift blame onto himself.

"Well I don't think that. I actually believe you both did a very good job!" Nezu smiles while referring to the two of you.

Sekijiro studied the anthropomorphic rat to see if there were any signs of him joking.

"But, Nezu, sir, they lost control."

"Yes. They did." Nezu replied before leaning in closer.

"In a battle."

As if this rat couldn't confuse Vlad King more...

"Sir, what are you saying?" He asked.

Nezu stood up straight with a wider smile.

"Todoroki and (L/n) were fighting in the first place. And although (L/n) had caused serious injuries, due to their blood and Recovery Girl, Todoroki came out completely fine, if not just a little sore." Nezu clapped his paws together and walked toward your sleeping body.

"People were quickly put at ease by Todoroki's quick recovery... though there is still some skepticism."

Nezu turned back to Sekijiro with an expression that told him he means business.

"While (L/n) was permitted to fight in the sports festival, it still brings some concerns to me." Nezu said.

"Although the reports from you say that they are improving significantly, they still lost control during the battle. Luckily for them, it was a battle, which helps to bring less suspicion to onlookers."

"So... what is it that you want me to do." Sekijiro asked.

"Not just you. Both you and Aizawa." Nezu held a paw out towards the scruffy teacher.

"For the most part, you have been handling (L/n)-san on your own. But with Aizawa, not only will you be able to deactivate their quirk immediately when it gets out of hand, but you'll also have another mind with different ways of teaching them!" Nezu said before his watch went off.

"Oh goodness! Would you look at that! Time for tea!" Nezu exclaimed happily.

"Principal Nezu, Wait-"

But he was already gone.

Aizawa silently stood next to your bed before sighing.

"...how troublesome..."

Sekijiro looked at Aizawa, then back down at you.

"I'm sorry you were wrapped into this." He said in a tired tone.

"I wasn't forced into this, I was the one to propose the idea." Aizawa said, surprising the large pro hero.

"You... want to-"

"Yes, I want to help this kid."

Aizawa walked around the bed to stand next to Sekijiro.

"The kid took down one of my best students, Sekijiro. But they aren't just a meathead like All Might or Endeavour, they have strategy. The only thing that clouds their judgement is their quirk."

The scruffy teacher brought out his phone, texting someone before continuing.

"They may not be my student, but they are a future worth protecting. Otherwise you wouldn't be there for them, would you?" Aizawa stopped and turned to the larger man.

"I guess." Sekijiro said simply.

The two men sat in silence, waiting for you to wake up or for Recovery Girl to return.

The door handle twisted and opened to reveal a couple students from 1B.

"Yo, (L/n)! We're here to-" Tetsutetsu said out loud before he was interrupted by a hand slapping over his mouth.

Kendo apologized to the two teachers and tried dragging Tetsutetsu out, only for Pony to slip past her and wrap her arms around you.

"Pony, no!" Kendo helped out in concern.

Your arm twitched before slowly wrapping around the horned girl's torso. Your eyes were still shut but you were becoming conscious.

"...what are you doing, stupid?" You muttered groggily, unaware of what was happening around you.

Monoma came up to the bed and crossed his arms while looking down at you.

"Damn, you look like shit-" Monoma said before earning a chop from Kendo.

"No swearing, Monoma-san." Sekijiro scolded.

"Only 20!?"

"Seriously? 20?"

"Wait, (L/n) has what now???"

To say the class was disappointed was an understatement. You had less internship offers than Tetsutetsu, and that sorta made the class a little more than exasperated.

"But, they got into 2nd place in the sports festival. In all 3 challenges. They carried class 1B to the finals- why do they have only 20 offers?" Rin asked.

"That's a load of bullshit!" Tetsutetsu yelled.

"Language please." Sekijiro sighed.

While everyone was ranting in some way, you were staring at your clenched hands. You weren't really having a great time today after people on the streets started avoiding you like the plague, which meant you couldn't pet any dogs. This also meant fearful glances from people... but the dogs are more important.

There was also the fact that you weren't getting many offers from heroes... but at least you got some... right?

"Maybe it's because they were too scary for most of heroes watching?" Tokage suggested bluntly with shrugged shoulders.

Everyone's mood slightly dampened at this until the silver haired girl, Reiko, spoke.

"...Maybe they just can't handle (Y/n)'s awesomeness." She said in a blunt, emotionless way.

Immediately, the class started smiling and chuckling.

"Yeah, they're leagues beyond heroes like some chick in a pink Ugandan knuckles costume." Kurorio said with a cheeky grin.

"Yeah, or some other trash-tier hero who's full of himself." Kosei added.

"(L/n) is too cool! So cool, in fact, they give penguins a brain freeze!!!" Tetsutetsu said enthusiastically.

You were taken out of your thoughts and stared at Tetsutetsu as if he was stupid.

Soon, your classmates started making stupid jokes, which brought you back to your usual self.

"...I'm surrounded by idiots." You said out loud as the compliments kept being thrown at you.

"Yeah but we're your idiots." Kosei smirked.

Immediately, you flushed red and told the boy to shut up and go to hell, earning a couple laughs from the guy.

"Alright, that's enough." Sekijiro said, finally done with the banter.

Your classmates settled down as the large man stood up from his own desk and let in a familiar woman with BDSM gear and stuff.

"You will be creating your own hero names. Whatever you put will be the alias you use for your internships, however, Midnight here will be the one to decide whether or not the name you choose is acceptable." Sekijiro passed out boards where you would sign your hero name.

One by one, your classmates signed the names they chose, some having to redo them due to Midnight rejecting the ridiculous names.

You were the last one with a still blank board and the only one with a marker hovering over the board.

There was no way you were going for crimson riot, though It probably would have fit you if it wasn't already in use. You weren't going for something stupid, but nothing downright edgy. You wanted a good name, not some label for a clown.

Unknown to you, the class was waiting on you, some even becoming impatient.

"Dude! Do blood god!" Kosei whispered/yelled to you.

You looked up from your board and narrowed your eyes at the teen.

"The hell? No." You hissed back.

"Yeah, do it!" Kurorio said.

A couple desks away from you, the manga kid kid with the speech bubble for a head, Manga, had the words 'blood for our blood god' written on his face.

"Blood god." Tetsutetsu started.

"Blood god."

"Blood god."

Soon, the whole class started chanting. Your teacher and Midnight didn't even tell the kids to shut up, instead they just watched in amusement as they repeated the words over and over again.

A vein popped out of your neck as you forced the irritation down before scribbling your hero name down with incredible force.

You stalked up to the front with the board slammed it onto the chalkboard, somehow having it stick there.

"There, are you happy!?" You yelled to the class.

Your classmates were silent. And so was your teacher. Midnight looked at the paper before licking her lips seductively and smiling an approving smile.

"I'll accept that."

The class soon broke into cheers, papers being strewn across the floor as Kurorio, Kosei, and Juzo jumped from their seats and hugged each other, jumping up and down while Tetsutetsu cried tears of joy.

The girls and the sensible boys looked on unimpressed or in shock.

You were in awe... at how idiotic this class was. You almost wished Nezu kicked you out of UA. Almost.

Meanwhile...

Aizawa stopped mid sentence during his teachings and listened along with the rest of his class.

"...Blood god... Blood god... blood god..."

His eye twitched in disbelief and annoyance.

His students looked at each other in confusion, some whispering while others tried their best to ignore it.

The chanting stopped when something banged against the wall and an angry voice said something loudly.

After a couple seconds of quiet, Aizawa muttered something under his breathe loud enough for the students at front to hear.

"...what the hell are they doing..."

All of the sudden, there was cheering.

Cheers of joy, people shifting around and out of their seats next door.

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!" A voice exclaimed before the chanting became loud again.

"Blood god, blood god, blood god, blood god-"

"Dicks out for the blood- AHHHHHHH!!!!" Someone screamed.

Aizawa turned towards his door, muttering something under his breathe and walking towards the door.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." Aizawa said and disappeared out the door, leaving the class bewildered, amused, and kinda scared.

~~~~~~~

Y'all must be wondering who (L/n) is gonna intern with... lets just say a mass majority of you aren't gonna like it.

[lunanight2012]

A Whole New World Chapter 1 Part 1

Key:

{Y/N} = Your Name

{E/C} = Eye Color

{H/L} = Hair Length

{H/C} = Hair Color

{S/C} = Skin Color

{N/N} = Nickname

{L/N} = Last Name

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1 year later

(1st person pov)

A whole year has passed since I came to this world and you know what. I love it!

Harry and I have been paired together, and well. We kinda have a thing. I have long since gotten rid of my old clothes and became a full fledged pirate. Oh and Harry and I live together in his apartment.

He's become my best friend, I've never had a best friend so this was nice.

"{Y/N}! Hello? Ya coming?" Harry exclaimed from the hall.

"I'm comin!" I exclaimed, getting my bandana and tying it around my head, keeping my {H/C} {H/L} out of my face.

I headed out of the bedroom and over to where Harry was waiting for me at the door. I smirked, a very mischievous idea coming to mind. I grabbed his hook from him and bolted out the door, giggling like crazy.

"Get back 'ere!" Harry shouted, chasing after me, though I could hear the laughter in his voice.

I laughed as I dodged residents in the market, making my way towards Ursula's Chip Shop. 

Making it inside I placed his hook on the sword check barrel, placing my sword inside before I scampered off towards Uma.

"Bout time Ya showed up… where's Harry?" Uma questioned as I got on my apron to help out at the shop. 

I didn't even answer, just gestured at the door as Harry ran through, grabbing his hook off the barrel and placing his sword in the barrel.

"Ye little brat!" Harry exclaimed, though it was easy to see he wasn't angry, with that goofy smile on his face.

Yea I may or may not do this to him regularly, i perked up as Uma started to swear at the tv.

I walked over to the tiny television and watched with Harry, Uma, and Gil.

"WHAT? THOSE BASTARDS GET TO GET OFF THE ISLE AND WE DON'T???" Uma screamed.

I held Harry's left hand, we just stood there watching a limo pull up to the Auradon school and there they were. A bunch of scary idiots, Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay. Harry knew how much I wanted to get all the kids off the Isle, but we were Uma's crew so to Uma we wanted to get off the Isle ourselves.

Harry squeezed my hand, knowing what we were seeing was really bugging me.

"Uma! Imma take {Y/N} to the beach. She's not doin good." Harry explained untying my apron and dragging me out of the shop and down to the small littered beach.

"Come on {N/N} what's wrong? I know ye don't like that they got chosen to go to Auradon but what's really botherin ya?" Harry asked me, crossing his arms over his chest. 

I stared at the ground, not saying anything. I just wanted to tell him I like as more than a friend but I'm scared.

"I just feel horrible that those jerks get to go to Auradon and you guys don't. Why can't you guys have a nice life with those goody two shoes. I mean heck there's a lot of gorgeous girls in Auradon. I mean have you seen Prince Ben's girlfriend? What was her name???" I rambled on, trying to remember Aurora's daughter's name.

Harry lifted an eyebrow but went along with it. "Audrey? Yea she's alright. I ain't really the princess type if ye haven't noticed {N/N}." Harry stated, showing off his hook.

I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. Suddenly a clinking bottle drew us away. Of course Captain Hook would find us here on this spot of the beach.

"Boy! Where the hell have ye been!! And who is this pretty thing?" Hook held out his hook, brushing some of my hair back. 

I cringed and backed away, only for him to grab my wrist with his non-hook hand, rather tightly might I add.

"Where do ye think yer goin? Yer coming with me!" Hook exclaime, a VERY creepy grin on his face.

Harry grabbed his fathers hand and ripped it off my wrist, pulling me behind him and glaring at his dad.

"She's mine pops. Fuck off and be pissed somewhere else!" And as soon as those words left Harry's mouth a loud smack could be heard, followed by me gasping.

Yeah, Captain Hook bitch slapped his son across the face. "How dare you talk to me like that you lowly punk! You sir are coming with me." Hook grabbed Harry's left wrist and dragged him away. 

Harry turned back to me, mouthing ‘get back to Umas now’

I whimpered, watching helplessly as harry was dragged away by Hook ‘im sorry’

~back at Ursula's Chip Shop~

I walked back into the shop, head hung low, trying to not cry.

"Where the hell have you bee- where's Harry?" Uma asked looking around.

"His father tried to take me away, so Harry stepped in and his father slapped him and took him away, it's all my fault…" I explained, a sadness to my tone.

Uma dropped whatever she was holding. "Dammit! That bastard is an abusive fuck! {Y/N} go find some bandages, and some needle and thread. Gil, go boil some water! It is gonna be a long day." Uma ordered.

I nodded and ran towards the stalls. Stealing everything Uma asked of me. Running back towards the Chip Shop all I could think of was what was gonna happen to Harry. Is he gonna be ok? This is all my fault. If we had just stayed at the shop-

"{Y/N}! Did you find everything?" Uma exclaimed, drawing me out of my mental breakdown.

I nodded and handed her everything. She nodded in approval and placed them behind the counter in a safe place.

And so while we waited for Harry to return, I helped out Uma at the Shop. It was a rough time helping out without Harry. Mostly because grown men were hitting on me and ugh!! I just want Harry to come back safe and sound.

2 hours later~~~~

I groaned as I held my head, tired of the drunken whistles and catcalls coming from the older male customers. And yes I've been grabbed a couple of times already. My butt, my wrists, my waist… need I go on?

I slumped against the bar as Uma pushed a plate towards me, with fish and eggs and oh!

Harry came in right then, his hook on his belt, hugging his right arm. I ran to him, tears in my eyes.

"Harry!!! I'm so glad you're back!! Wait what's wrong with your arm?" I asked, about to hug him but stopped as I noticed blood dripping down to the floor from his right arm.

"Dad fucked up my arm" Harry explained, wincing as he walked over to the bar.

Uma saw Harry and ran over to him. "I swear to Poseidon, I will kill that fucker dad of yours once and for all for what he's done to you! The bastard doesn't deserve to live!" Uma raged, her shell necklace glowing from beneath her shirt, trying to unleash umas anger, but to no avail.

Uma took Harry over behind the bar counter and got out the medical supplies and, Gil and I’s help, stitched the slice on his arm back up and created a sling for his arm. Uma ordered me to take harry home and make sure the cut didn’t get infected.

I sniffed as I eyed Harry’s arm, seeing blood splotches blooming beneath the white of the sling.

“Harry?” I whispered, he hummed, wincing as he turned to look at me “why did you do that for me? Protect me from your dad? It only caused you harm” he stopped walking, stared at me for a moment, that’s when I finally noticed his face, littered with bruises and cuts, his lip busted and scabbed, a blackening eye.

“I” he started, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, “I care about yeh lassie, I couldn’t let him do tha’ ta yeh, not on my watch”

I felt my eyes tear up. "N-no- no one has ever cared about me that much." I whispered, rubbing the tears from my {E/C} eyes.

Harry was surprised by that. "Really? Now tha' is surprisin'. Yer very special, don' ever let anyone tell ya differently." Harry stated, pulling me to his chest, I began to cry.

We stood like this for only a moment longer before people started noticing us. Harry grabbed my hand with his good one and we ran to the apartment. Ducking, jumping, squeezing past all the people in the marketplace was a task but we were both laughing by the time we got to the apartment.

I placed my palm on the door to open it, slightly wincing. But hey what can you expect from permanent scars on both of my palms, that still hurt even after a year.

Harry frowned. "Scars hurtin?" He asked me once we were inside.

"Yea. But it's alright." I smiled as I closed the door behind Harry.

"Let meh see 'em." He stated, holding out his good hand. 

I sighed and placed both of my hands in his hand. He pulled my hands up to his face and kissed them. My face turning bright red.

He smirked. "Ok lass. Now I've waited a year but I've got two questions for ye." Harry stated, sitting down on our rundown couch.

"Ok." I remarked, raising an eyebrow.

"First off. You mentioned you had an affinity for water. What do ye mean by that?" Harry asked me.

I sighed, sitting on the stool across from him. 

"Alright, guess I should expect this. When I was very young, really my entire life, my mom didn't really like me. And now that I think about it, no one in my family liked me. I never got what I wanted for my birthday. My mom kept me inside as much as possible. But when I was young, on rainy days I would sneak out to the backyard and sit on a big log that laid in the back of our backyard and would just giggle as the rain wouldn't touch me but would lightly swirl around me. Of course when my mom saw me she'd scream bloody murder and drag me back inside. Granted the minute she would grab me the rain would hit me. As I got older I learned that being "special" was not something people should know. I needed to keep it locked away. But that didn't make my relationship with my family any better. Actually 6 months before I arrived here I was kicked out of my parents house. I was only 14. I have my own small apartment. Actually, your apartment here is bigger than the one I had back on my world. And I had to lie about my age to get a job, AND I'm still in High School. So yea. Maybe coming here was the world's way of saying I needed a fresh start." I rambled on.

Harry chuckled. "Outside of this barrier is magic. And now I understand why you and Uma get along like sisters." Harry stated, leaning back.

"Har. You said you had two questions. What is the second question?" I asked, becoming curious.

"O-oh… *swallows* Well lass. Ye know I really like ye. And I was wonderin' would ye want to be meh gurl?" Harry asked, his face heating up.

I blushed but smiled, getting up and sitting next to Harry's good side. 

"I like you too harry, and yes i'll be yer gurl" I mocked his accent with a big smile on my face.

Harry smiled and leaned closer to my face. I smirked and grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. Harry hummed into the kiss, pushing his passion into it. I felt his good hand cup my cheek. After a moment we broke apart, our breaths ragged.

I brushed his cheek with my thumb. "Well, you just had the honor of being my first kiss!" I giggled with a blush.

Harry smirkes. "Well I'm very much honored lassie~!" Harry winked at me. My face turned bright red in embarrassment.

I looked over at the cracked clock. 12:30pm.

Good thing it's saturday… wait it's thursday!

"Harry we've missed half of school. But with how hurt you are we'll skip today." I stated, standing up. Harry shrugged “eh, missing school is a good thing ‘ere remember? If every vk went to school everyday we would lose all our rep”

"I'm going to grab us some food from the mart. I'll be right back." I said smiling down at him. 

Before Harry could say anything I nicked his hook and left the apartment. Tying my bandana around my head I headed out to the market. Holding Harry's hook in my {dominant} hand.

I got to the market, scouring the stalls, I spotted a stall with semi-fresh fruit. Waiting till the owner wasn't looking, I snuck over and stole two apples, and two peaches. 

"Hey! What do you think your doing missy?" 

Shit.

I smirked, hiding the fruit in my bag and holding up the hook. 

"What did ye say?" I asked, mimicking Harry's voice.

The stall owner held up their hands. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't realize you were one of Uma's crew! Please t-take this." The owner handed me a bag of money.

I smirked. "Thank ye very much. Uma will be very happy." I thanked and left. Of course I hit a few stands too, getting eggs, fabrics, and even some potatoes that didn't look too bad.

As I walked back into the apartment I began to sing a song from my world. 

"I need another story. Something to get off my chest. My life is kind of boring. Need something that I can confess." I sing as I set the fruit in a basket that was on the cracked kitchen counter.

"'Til all my sleeves are stained red. From all the truth that I've said. Come by it honestly I swear. Thought you saw me wink, no. I've been on the brink, so." I twirled, putting the eggs in the fridge.

Harry watched me with his brow raised, clearly confused by me.

"Tell me what you want to hear! Something that will light those ears! Sick of all the insincere! So I'm gunna give all my secrets away!" I sang smiling like an idiot.

"Lass. Whatcha singin? Never hear'd that song before." Harry questioned, taking his hook back.

"Its a song from my world." I explained, something I hadn't noticed was that the gold ring around my pupils was getting bigger, slowly covering up my {E/C} eyes.

"Hmm sounds interestin'. Although I much prefer yer voice over everythin'." Harry stated, pulling me close.

I giggled. "Come on Harry. If your feeling well enough to cuddle then you can come with me while I take the money I got to Uma." I stated, holding up the bag of money.

"How'd ya get that?" 

"The stall owners saw yer hook and got scared shitless." I admitted, smiling.

Harry smirked and pulled me close, kissing my head. "I love ye so much lass!" He said into my hair.

I giggled. "Come on my pirate. Let's go see Uma." I smiled.

We left the apartment and headed for Uma's place. The Chip Shop to be exact.

As we get closer I hear singing. 

"What's my name? What's my name?" 

"Not again." I groan.

"Hmm? What's up lass?" Harry asked, curious.

"Uma's singing her what's my name song again." I explained standing outside of the shop. Harry's eyes dilated and he almost seemed like a different person.

He walked right into the shop and started singing. Great. I walked in after him. Not paying any attention to Uma, Harry, or the crew. I sat with my back facing them and ordered a plate of fish. Gil was sitting next to me, clearly too busy eating his eggs to participate in the singing. 

"Gil. Why do you eat so much eggs? Don't you get sick of them?" I asked him as my food arrived.

"No! I gotta eat lots to be like my dad!" He said with his mouth full.

I rolled my eyes, then I noticed that Gil's blonde hair was getting in his eyes. I stole a brown bandana off of a patron and handed it to him. 

"Here Gil. Use this. It'll help you match with the rest of the crew, and you'll be able to eat, walk, fight, talk, etc without having your hair in your eyes." I smiled.

Gil smiled and proceeded to tie the bandana around his head. As he did this I smiled, eating my fish.

"So how is Harry? I heard his dad did that to him. Glad my dad isn't that abusive." Gil stated. His hair looking more "piratey".

I nodded, glancing over my shoulder for a second to see Uma giving the crew commands on how to do the moves properly to her song.

"It's my fault he got hurt tho. His dad saw me and Harry protected me." I explained, sighing a bit.

I pulled on my necklace. This was something I had from my world. The only family member that cared about me was my grandma. But she died when I was 6. The necklace was from her. I never understood why the charm was important,  I can't read the engraving on it, but it was a large coin shaped charm that was smaller than the size of my palm on a sturdy string necklace.. But I don't take it off. The engraving on it was something I gave up on decoding when I was 12.

"{Y/N}?" Gil asked, getting me out of my thoughts.

"Yes Gil?" I asked.

"Why are you playing with your necklace?" He asked me with a slight tilt to his head.

"Oh. This was a gift from my grandma, she was the last person to ever actually care about me in my world. I can't understand the engraving though." I admitted, feeling the text again.

"Oh? Maybe Harry can help. He's really good at deciphering stuff." Gil stated eating another egg.

 "Oh? He never told me that." I said as I looked over at Harry and Uma who were chatting about work and stuff. "I'm not going to bother him with it though." I muttered, before looking back at Gil.

"How have you been today Gil? I haven't seen you all day." I asked, tucking my necklace back under my shirt.

"Been fine. My brothers were jerks today. I got a couple of bruises on my back from them. But I managed to get this bandanna from a stall today! Thank you for helping me!" Gil exclaimed with an innocent smile.

This child doesn't deserve to be on this wretched island.

"Your brothers' are horrible. They are just AHHHHHH--!" I screamed, gripping my head as my eyes turned golden, such a bad headache.

"{Y/N}!!" Harry exclaimed, rushing over to me. 

I groaned. "I-I'm fine. Bad headache." I groaned out, looking up at Harry.

"Yer eyes, ther' golden." Harry exclaimed, amazed.

I frowned and rubbed at my eyes. Why are they fully golden? That never happens. I groaned again and squinted up at Harry, Gil, and Uma. When did I get on the ground.

"How'd I get down here?" I asked, the headache finally disappearing.

Gil's face got closer to mine. "Her eyes are back to normal!" Gil exclaimed.

Of course more crew members started gathering around. And I became flustered.

"I-I'm f-fine." I stuttered, my face turning red from embarrassment.

"Alright everyone back to work!" Uma commanded.

[marshmallow-phd]

Hold You Close

Guardian Angels are everywhere. They look out for their charges and keep a distance. But why? What happens when they get too close? The answer is love. And between an angel and a human, it is the most forbidden connection.  

Genre: Angel!AU

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader

Summary: To you, he was simply someone in need of some help. When you brought him into your home, you didn’t realize you would be getting more than you bargained for. 

A/N: Here it is! The final part of the @wolveswithblackpearls angel series! I hope you all have enjoyed these as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them! (and this wonderful moodboard was made by admin C!)

Kyungsoo I Sehun I Baekhyun I Jongin I Chanyeol I Junmyeon

**

A faint ripple of energy coursed through the empty lot as the angel magically appeared in the center, barely rattling the chain-link fence that was meant to keep trespassers out. Half bent over, he held onto his side, biting back the groans that were gurgling in his throat from the pain. Nothing human-made could harm an angel, but those arrows created by demons sure did a bang up job. It would take a while for his body to heal. He needed to find cover in the meantime, somewhere to rest.

Each step weighing a ton, Junmyeon made his way over to the gate. He was sure he had some time before the demon found out where he’d gone. He wasn’t quite sure how far from the demon he was able to get, but he hoped it was enough.

Grunting, he managed to pry the gates far enough apart to slip through and stumble out onto the sidewalk. He fell to his knees, hissing in air through his teeth.

“Oh, my gosh, are you okay?”

Squinting through the pain, Junmyeon looked up to see who had discovered him. Then his eyes widened in panic. How did he get here?

You crouched down in front of him, concern written all over your face. You were one of his humans he had to look after. One of the few that didn’t cause him to have heart attacks or headaches on a weekly basis. Watching over you was always a rare peaceful moment. But why were you here now?

“I’m fine,” he tried to lie, but the underlining groan gave himself away. Not to mention the faint traces of blood staining the white shirt around his fingers.

Shaking your head, you began to reach out to him. “You seriously need a hospital. Come on, I’ll take you.”

Junmyeon flinched back. “No! I don’t need to go! I’ll be fine!”

“You are bleeding all over this sidewalk,” you argued. “You don’t want to go to the hospital, fine. But at least let me help.”

“I swear, I’ll be-” The words caught in Junmyeon’s throat as the world began to tilt. He could feel himself swaying back and forth but had no way to stop it. Black dots began to obstruct his vision, growing until they consumed everything.

**

You barely caught the wounded man before he fell down to the concrete and injured himself further. Looking around, you hoped no one who might be witnessing this misinterpreted the situation.

Your arms began to protest under the weight. This guy was heavy even though his height wasn’t overwhelming. At least your car wasn’t parked too far away. Somehow you managed to drag him over to the vehicle, getting him halfway into the backseat before rounding to the other side and pulling him in the rest of the way.

The entire drive back to your place, you were glancing in your rearview mirror, checking to make sure that he was still breathing. His shoulders were moving by fractions of an inch, but that meant his lungs were working and that’s what mattered for the time being.

Hauling this stranger out of your car and into your house was another task entirely, but somehow you managed to get him up the stairs and into the spare bedroom.

Once he was lying down on the mattress, eyes still closed and limbs lying loosely by his sides, you hesitated. You were only now realizing that you’d brought a strange, injured man into your home without knowing anything about him. What caused you to do that was escaping you as it was completely illogical. Maybe you found his face alluring or maybe you were just a bleeding heart who couldn’t ignore the opportunity to play Florence Nightingale.

Letting out a long groan, you shuffled over to the hallway bathroom to get the first aid kit. Back in the spare room, you gently sat down on the bed next to the unconscious man.

Now what?

Your first thought was to just treat the wound through the rip in his button down to save his dignity, but on closer inspection, you could see that there wouldn’t be enough room to clean the gash and tape the gauze down.

Great.

You let out a million apologies to fall on his unconscious ears as you began to unbutton his shirt. Everything about this was awkward and way out of your comfort zone. The only thing that kept you going was the fact that he could bleed out on your bed and die. Good luck explaining that to the police.

Now that you had a better look at the wound, you were relieved that the heavy bleeding had slowed down significantly. With careful hands, you cleaned out the wound the best you could and covered it in a thick padding of gauze before taping the edges down. All your work had gone unnoticed by the man. Not a single sign of discomfort had shown on his face throughout the ordeal. You couldn’t help but notice that it was handsome face. High cheekbones and a sharp jaw outlined his well-drawn eyes and nose.

You mentally slapped yourself. What the heck were you doing, staring at a guy passed out from blood loss?

As quickly as you could, you gathered up the rest of the materials and left the room to let him sleep.

**

Junmyeon let out a long, content exhale as he curled up on his side. Sleep wasn’t exactly something he did on the regular, making this a nice change of pace. He didn’t really need sleep or rest, but just because his body didn’t require it didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy it every now and again. However, while his body was happy with the current circumstances, the logical part of his mind was beginning to turn, reminding him of where he was when he first lost consciousness.

Eyes snapping open, everything came rushing back to him. He sat up quickly. Too quickly, apparently, for his head as the room began to spin.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”

You entered the room with perfect timing, putting a bowl of soup down on the nightstand before rushing over to him. Hands on his shoulders, you helped steady him as you sat down on the bed.

“You really shouldn’t do that given the blood you lost,” you chastised teasingly.

Junmyeon rubbed his forehead to try and calm down the dizziness. “Where am I?”

“Uh….” You shifted uncomfortably. “You’re in my house. You didn’t want me to take you to the hospital, but I couldn’t just leave you there on the sidewalk to bleed out so… I brought you here.”

Junmyeon frowned at you, a little impressed. “By yourself?”

You nodded. “Yeah….” A small chuckle left your lips. “It wasn’t easy. For a short guy, you’re pretty heavy.”

“I’m not that short!” he snapped. Then immediately regretted it. He was always being teased about his height from the younger angels – Chanyeol and Sehun especially – and so it’d become a bit of a sore spot with him. He was afraid he’d been a little too harsh on you, but the corners of your lips remained upturned.

“Sorry.” You held out your hand. “I’m (y/n), by the way.”

He stared at your hand for a few seconds. So many possible scenarios and questions were tumbling through his head. But did any of them matter? Taking your hand, he introduced himself. “My name is Junmyeon. And… thank you. I-”

A sheering pain stabbed at Junmyeon’s side, cutting him off. He pressed a hand against the wound as if that might make the pain go away.

“Let me look at it.” You started to reach for the edges of the patch but Junmyeon flinched back.

“It’s fine.” His heart was in his throat, but he couldn’t put his finger on the why.

You huffed, not pleased at all at his resistance. “If it hurts, it could be infected. You really should let me look at it.”

Too softened by the pleading look in your eyes, Junmyeon relented. He removed his hands from the bandage and allowed you to push back the shirt for full access. A pink dust appeared on your cheeks as you leaned in. Junmyeon could feel his own cheeks warming from your closeness to his exposed skin, your breath just a wisp against his stomach. He’d never been near a human like this and he worried about the consequences.

Before his thoughts could go farther down that road, you began to peel back the tap. The pull on his skin brought him back to the here and now.

“Holy crap,” you gasped.

The gash in his side had taken on an unnatural dark purple tint, like a bruise even though it wasn’t in that stage of the healing process yet. Tiny wisps of black smoke rose from the open area. Side effects of a demon arrow.

“I’m not a doctor,” you gulped, straightening up, “but that’s not possible. That’s not….” Unable to finish, you shook your head.

“It is for me.” Junmyeon froze in horror. Did he really just confess that he wasn’t quite human?

You certainly caught on to that little detail. “Why is this possible for you? How could a knife or a bullet do something like this? Is it poison?”

“No, it’s not poison,” Junmyeon replied softly. “It wasn’t a knife or a bullet that did this, either.” He swallowed thickly. The next sentence he was about to utter would mean breaking the most important rule: their world stays secret. Humans like you weren’t supposed to know that his kind – and the others – existed. But you helped him when you didn’t have to. Didn’t that earn you a bit of the truth? “It was a demon’s arrow.”

You snorted. Not exactly the response he’d imagined. “Demon’s arrow? What is that? Some new, high-tech weapon for gangsters? Are you in the mafia or something?”

Now that was slightly insulting. “No,” Junmyeon said sternly. “I am not. When I say ‘demon’s arrow’ that’s exactly what I mean.”

The click of you putting the pieces together was almost audible. “So, demons actually… exist?” By the way your face was contorting, you looked like you were going to be sick.

Junmyeon grabbed your hand in a way to comfort you, but the contact between your skin and his was sending his brain on the fritz. He dropped your fingers quickly, clearing his throat. “Yes, they are. And they’re getting brave for some reason. Usually they only mess with humans, guiding them into bad situations and wrong choices, but now they’re starting to attack us angels, which they haven’t done since-” Oh crap. Did he just say what he thought he said?

“Us angels?” you repeated, unknowingly throwing his slipup back in his face.

Junmyeon groaned, dropping his head into his hands. The motion, however, sent a shockwave of pain through his side. He hissed through his teeth, cursing that idiot demon for getting lucky with his aim.

“This looks really bad,” you whined, your face twisted as if you were the one feeling the pain. Fingers shaking visibly, you reached out and placed you palm over the wound. It was a strange, soothing sensation, one that worried Junmyeon. A lot.

He should probably get out of here.

“It’ll be fine,” he grunted as he started buttoning up his shirt, making you remove your hand. The pain came searing back, but he held it in. “I’ll heal in no time,” he declared as he stood to his feet.

Your disbelief was written all over your face. “Because you’re an angel?”

“Uh,” Junmyeon let out a sound that might have been called a laugh, but there was no humor behind it. “Yes. But you can’t tell anyone about me. It’ll put you in danger.” He was relieved when you nodded earnestly. Sighing, he took a step towards you and even risked taking your hand. “Thank you. For watching over me. It’s not too often that happens to an angel.”

You smiled. “No problem. Just… try not to get hurt again. Please?”

And there it was again. His heart leaping to his throat after your simple request. Was he really that susceptible to genuine kindness? He smiled at you as he said, “I promise.”

And with that, he teleported out of your room.

**

What… just happened?

You did nothing but blink for a minute or so. One second Junmyeon was standing in front of you, holding your hand and the next he was gone. If he wasn’t an angel, than he certainly was something other than human. But you believed him when he said he was a celestial being. Possessing a soft and inviting face like he did, what else could he be?

Sitting down on the bed, you suddenly felt very empty. Your eyes settled on the cold bowl of broth you’d made for him. Silly now, in hindsight. He probably didn’t even need to eat. Then again, you didn’t think angels could get hurt.

He said it was an arrow from a demon that did that to his side. And it looked bad. Maybe it was the kind of wound that got worse before healing up? You didn’t like the idea of that. Junmyeon looked like he was in pain. And a lot of it. Unfortunately, he was gone until next time.

You shook your head. The odds of you ever seeing that angel again were zilch to none, so might as well put him out of your head.

Easier said than done.

For the next week, you could have sworn you were seeing him everywhere. But every time you took a second glance or tried to concentrate, the face you thought you were seeing was no longer there. There was wishful thinking and then there was this level of insanity. Not matter what you did, though, you couldn’t extinguish the hope that maybe he’d fall into your life again.

Fighting with that hope was exactly what you were doing as you walking down the sidewalk, clutching your cardigan around you to keep off the wind.

“Cold?”

You jumped at the voice. Leaning against a seven-foot chain-link fence was a man you’d never seen before dressed in an all-black suit. He was smirking at you, like a joke was being whispered in his ear that you weren’t privy to.

Ignoring him, you continued on, but somehow he appeared in your path. You tried to sidestep around him both ways, but he refused to let you pass.

“Can I help you with something?” you snapped.

“Why, yes, actually.” The smirk on his lips faded to a snarl. “Where’s the angel?”

By instinct, you took a step back. Didn’t Junmyeon say no one knew about them? Then how did-

Oh, no. The dots were beginning to connect in your mind. Junmyeon – an angel – was dressed in all white when you met him. And he said that it was a demon that attacked him. So, this man in black….

You tried to quickly compose yourself, feigning ignorance. “The what?”

“Don’t play games with me,” the demon hissed. He took another menacing step, grabbing your arms so you had nowhere to run. He pulled you in close and narrowed his eyes. “That angel’s trail is all around you. So, where is he?”

As terrified as you were, you held your ground. An overwhelming need to protect Junmyeon coursed through you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you insisted through gritted teeth. “Angels don’t exist.”

The demon’s eyes flickered red and he let out an exasperated sigh. “I didn’t want to do this, but it looks like I’ll have to make that meddling idiot come to me.”

Black smoke surrounded the two of you and the sidewalk disappeared from under your feet.

**

Junmyeon had been… trying to stay away from you. But he’d been doing a very poor job of doing so. He just… couldn’t help himself.

More and more over the course of the last week, he’d found himself checking on you, making sure that you were alright, that you were happy. Which might not have been too bad… if he’d been staying invisible. But he knew he hadn’t. He’d seen you catch him in the corner of your eye. Barely in time did he disappear when you went to look again. He knew that if you ran up to him, he’d be tempted to stay too long. There was something in the shine of your smile and the sound of your laughter that drew him in.

But it was wrong to let his mind wander down that path, to let those feelings fester and grow. He was torn between his duties and position as an angel and this new sensation growing in his chest.

Letting out a frustrated yell, Junmyeon slid down to the grass outside of the chapel, his back resting against the pristine red brick.

“Rough day?” Kyungsoo asked as he looked down on the older angel.

“Rough life,” was Junmyeon’s reply.

Kyungsoo nodded sympathetically before pointing to Junmyeon’s side. “That feeling any better?”

Junmyeon barely glanced at the area of his torso that still sported the gash before answering. “Yeah. It’s not stinging anymore, at least. Give it another week and hopefully it should be healed by then.” Junmyeon never knew it could take this long to heal before. He hated every second of it. As long as he didn’t think about it, the mostly-numb pain didn’t bother him. So, needing to change the subject, he asked, “How is everything with you and….”

A rare smile grew on Kyungsoo’s face. Junmyeon was still getting used the normally brooding angel being so… happy. “It’s good. I didn’t know it could be this good. Thank you, by the way.”

Junmyeon scoffed. “For what?”

“For not saying anything,” Kyungsoo shrugged. “It’s not exactly a minor infraction.”

“If I told on you, I’d have to tell on everyone. Then I would have to look after everyone else’s charges as well.” The near heart attack Junmyeon had when he discovered that nearly all of his fellow angels were falling for humans was enough of a stressor as it was. He felt as if his hair had turned gray right then and there. And now – well, he might be joining the club.

That urge to see you again was bubbling up in his chest. He hadn’t seen you since this morning when you left for work. By now you should be home and one little peek wouldn’t hurt, right?

Something must have been written on his face to make Kyungsoo smirk. “Don’t stress out too much, hyung. You’ll wrinkle your face.”

“Ha-ha,” Junmyeon scoffed, but Kyungsoo was already gone. Pushing himself up to his feet, Junmyeon made himself disappear as well, leaving the poor sanctuary in peace.

Going against his better instincts, Junmyeon landed in your living room. He didn’t want to just glance at you this time. Maybe he could pretend he needed a checkup or a second opinion on his wound. No, you weren’t a doctor, per se, but he thought the excuse might make you smile.

However, the house was seemingly empty when he arrived.

“(y/n)?” He waited, but no footsteps alerted to you coming to greet him. Normally, you came home after work to check on your cat and this deviance from your schedule had him worried.

“She’s not here, Junmyeon.”

Junmyeon whirled around to find Sehun, long faced and shifting from foot to foot, had joined him. “What do you mean?”

“Crow took her,” Sehun answered quietly.

“WHAT!”

Sehun had flinched back at the explosion. Junmyeon had never lost his temper like this before. But the latter was only seeing red as he marched up to Sehun and grasped his arms.

“What do you mean ‘Crow took her’?”

Sehun swallowed thickly. “I noticed him hanging around the neighborhood and so I followed him. By the time I caught up, he’d grabbed (y/n) and they disappeared. I don’t know where they went.”

“I do.” Slowly, Junmyeon let go, feeling guilty for his outburst. He was lucky that Sehun had seen that demon at all. A fire now lit and roaring to life, Junmyeon headed for the door. Over his shoulder, he threw, “Don’t follow me.” Just before he reached the door, he teleported out of the house.

**

The cliché of being tied to a chair was really grating on your nerves. One single relief was that at least you weren’t being held inside an abandoned warehouse. In fact, you were in a very nice house in what you suspected to be the upscale neighborhood far from where you lived. Your chair was planted right in the middle of the front parlor facing the French doors that led out into the driveway, giving you a fair view out the outside.

Standing off to the side and refusing to answer your questions was the demon who’d brought you here in the first place. He leaned lazily against the wall as he picked at his cuticles. He just seemed to be waiting. What for, you weren’t entirely sure, but you had a pretty well educated guess.

The doors flew open by themselves as Junmyeon waltzed in with the newly shining light. No hint of his previous softness existed on his features now. He was the worst kind of angry now – the kind that was hidden under a calm façade.

“Crow,” Junmyeon said in a quiet but threatening tone.

“Ah! Junmyeon!” The demon named “Crow” pushed off the wall, grinning like he had just run into an old friend by pure accident. “So happy that you’ve arrived.”

“Just let her go, Crow,” Junmyeon ordered calmly.

“Now, you know I can’t just do that,” Crow mused. He came over to stand next to you, a hand resting on the back of your chair, menacingly close. “You have something that I want. I have something that you want. I think a fair trade is in order.”

Junmyeon shook his head. “No. No deals. You’re going to let her go.” He took a half a step towards you, but froze when Crow moved directly behind you.

“And give up my best bargaining chip?” Crow laughed. He moved one hand so he now had an ironclad grip on your jaw. “It’s funny. I always thought that you had a soft spot for this particular human, this charge of yours. But after she oh-so diligently nursed you that night I got you with my arrow, you’ve been hanging around her more and more.”

Junmyeon’s eyes widened and muscles visibly locked into place.

Was-was it true?

You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since he disappeared from your house. You wanted to believe that maybe – just maybe – he was feeling the same longing that you were. But right now was hardly the time to dwell on that possibility.

Junmyeon stayed steady in his demeanor. “Crow-”

“But angels aren’t supposed to fall for humans, are they?” Crow mocked. “That’s against the rules. One of the biggest, if I remember right. Just under not revealing yourself. Guess you’ve broken two rules, huh? Goody-two-shoes Junmyeon? It sounds like the angel has fallen from grace.”

While the two supernaturals were having their little spat, you took the opportunity to loosen your ties. It was difficult given how you were simply going by touch, but the rope around your wrists was becoming easier to maneuver in until you were able to free yourself completely. You tried to signal to Junmyeon that you were no longer tied up, but he wouldn’t look at you.

“You’re so easy to read, Junmyeon,” Crow continued to jeer. “And you’re also a huge pain in my- ah!”

Sick of being ignored, you took matters into your own hands, sending your elbow into the nose of the demon. You jumped up from the chair and ran to Junmyeon, who immediately shifted you behind him.

Rubbing his nose, Crow growled, “Why you little-”

With a flick of his hand, Junmyeon sent the heavy wooden chair crashing into the demon before wrapping his arms around you and getting you out of there.

While you thought he was taking you home, you ended up in a foreign living room. Junmyeon refused to let you go, his position moving from a protective stance to one that felt like relief. His arms were still around you, but they weren’t as tight and he dipped his forehead so it was resting on your shoulder.

“Uh, Baekhyun?” a female voice called out.

Both of you popped your heads up. Instinctively, you cowered into Junmyeon’s chest even though this girl standing a few feet away didn’t seem threatening in the least.

Another man popped his head in from the hallway, lighting up when he saw the two of you. “Junmyeon!”

“Hey, Baekhyun,” Junmyeon sighed. At your confused expression, he said to you, “He’s an angel, like me.”

“Oh.” The mischievous glint in his eye made that “angel” part a bit hard to believe.

“What’s going on?” Baekhyun asked as he put an arm around the other girl’s shoulders.

“Crow,” Junmyeon croaked out. More and more of his weight was being put on you, making you worry. “He tried to-” He breathed in sharply before falling to his knees and passing out completely.

“Junmyeon!” Panic trembled all over your body. Crow hadn’t been able to counter attack in any way that you’d seen so you couldn’t understand what was happening.

“Don’t worry,” Baekhyun told you, even his own facial expression wasn’t that calm. “He probably used too much energy and just needs to rest.”

“Angels need rest?” you asked skeptically. You could understand why he passed out the last time. The wound was fresh and in dire need of attention. But this was a week later, what could be wrong now? The angel Baekhyun was probably trying to keep you calm while something bad could really be happening to Junmyeon.

“Not usually,” he answered nonchalantly. “But with him already being injured, it would be easy to overexert himself. Come on. We’ll get him into bed and let him sleep it off.”

The other girl seemed to be on the same wave length as you. “Baekhyun, I don’t-”

“Hey, who’s the angel expert here?” He pointed to himself after a moment when neither of you answered. “Me, obviously.”

The girl rolled her eyes before following him down the short hallway to the bedroom. You weren’t far behind, your worry having not died down even a fraction.

“You can stay here with him. I’ll get you something to drink,” the girl offered.

“Oh, no, that’s-”

She was gone, closing the door behind her without giving you a chance to finish your protest. You were thankful, at least, that you were allowed to stay. However, there was no chair for you to sit in. Planting yourself on the bed seemed a little invading, so you opted for the floor between the bed and the wall.

Now that you were resting yourself, you began to realize how exhausted you were. Even with your back resting against the hard surface, you found it fairly easy to fall asleep.

**

“(y/n)?”

Your eyes shot open at Junmyeon’s voice. He was awake, but still lying on the bed as he stared down at you. Scrambling up onto the bed, you took his hand in yours.

“Are you okay?” you asked frantically. Your eyes bounced around just make sure that you hadn’t missed any earlier sign of injury.

“I’m fine,” he grunted as he pushed himself into a sitting position without letting go of your hand. “Just over did it a little bit.” His serious eyes were on you now. With his free hand, he reached out and ran the tips of his fingers down your cheek, like a whisper of something more. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you in anyway?”

You shook your head honestly. “No. Just tied me to a chair and then refused to tell me what was going on.” Anxious for the answers, you bit your bottom lip. “What did he want?”

Dropping his hand, Junmyeon sighed. “That girl out there?” You glanced quickly over your shoulder before nodding your understanding. “She has the Sight.”

“The Sight?” you echoed, completely confused.

“It means even when we’re invisible to humans, she can still see us,” he explained. “No one knows why, but some humans have that ability. A very rare occurrence, thankfully. Crow has been trying to get his hands on her for a few weeks now. That’s how this happened.” He patted the spot where his wound was. “Baekhyun got her away, but I was hit. He doesn’t leave her side anymore, not that I can blame him.”

No, you couldn’t really either. Just in the few short minutes you saw them together, you could tell that they were in love. The forbidden romance of angels and humans. Two worlds that were never meant to intersect. And yet, they seemed to be making it work.

“Was Crow telling the truth?” you asked suddenly.

Panic was very clearly registering in Junmyeon’s eyes even as his composed himself. “The truth?”

“Yeah, about what he was saying….” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud. Hell, you didn’t know how.

“About me lingering around you more than I should?” Junmyeon finished for you. Unable to speak or even look at him, you simply nodded. The rush of air from his long sigh caressed your face. “Yes, it’s true. You’re one of my charges – humans that we look after. So, I’ve watched over you for a while now. But I shouldn’t- I mean, we shouldn’t-” he let a single laugh. “It doesn’t matter anyway. We’ll make sure you’re safe and then you’ll never have to see me again. I’ll keep my distance, like a guardian angel should.”

“But I don’t want you to go.”

You finally met Junmyeon’s gaze that stared at you on wonder. From the way his eyebrows kept pulling together, relaxing, and then pulling back together it seemed he couldn’t decide how to feel at your confession. Did he want you to not feel the same way? That way he could keep himself at a distance and not be another rule breaker?

It seemed he finally made up his mind when he took hold of your face and brought you in for a kiss. Everything about it was just like him: soft, caring, and warm. It took your breath away, even for how short and simple it was.

“Sorry,” he chuckled when he pulled away. “That was probably a little too soon.”

You shook your head. “No. I think that said all the words we both wanted to voice.”

He smiled with one corner of his mouth, keeping one hand cupped to your cheek as he dropped the other down to the comforter. “When I found out the others were falling for their human charges, I couldn’t understand why. What could be so worth it to break all the rules, to go against our duties? But now I know exactly what the answer is. And it’s the fact that there is no answer. It just happens. Someone special just comes along and then we fall.”

“I promise I’ll catch you,” you teased as you wrapped your hands around his wrist, leaning into his touch. He laughed at your terrible joke before kissing you once more.

“Hey, Junmyeon, are you awake- oops!” Baekhyun had barely popped his head into the room before shutting the door once more.

“Maybe we should take this back to my place now that you’re awake,” you suggested.

“Maybe,” Junmyeon hummed as he pulled you into his chest and leaned back against the headboard. “But I think I need to rest a little more before moving like that again. Stay with me?”

“Of course.” And you didn’t mean just now. When you said those two words, you meant it for the long haul. Just like you were by his side now – just like he’d been by your side for a long time – you would stay in this place for as long as time would allow.

“Junmyeon?” You turned to look at him. His eyes were closed and you could tell he was close to falling asleep again. It made him look almost… human.

“Hm?”

“What are we going to do about Crow? Will he come after me again?”

“We’ll figure it out,” he promised. “I won’t let him hurt you ever again.”

No, it wasn’t exactly the most satisfying answer, but you’d accept it for now. With Junmyeon as your guardian, you believed that he could hold off anything that came your way while holding you close.

[rebellioussinner09]

4 Times the LOV got Tala’s back and one time they got hers.

1.

“Do you know how the dangerous it is for you to go back there Mirei” Dabi’s raspy voice booms over the thin walls of the current LOV hide out “The heroes took you once and they’ll be sure to take you again.”

Tala turns her head upwards to see her best friend rolling her eyes at the older man.

Mirei catches her eye as she mouths “Help me”

Tala shakes her head an shot her a look “Listen to him” she whisper yells as Dabi continues to yell his head off.

But Mirei wasn’t taking that for an answer, instead she places both her hands inside her pocket to withdraw out the lighter that Hibiki gave her.

“Are you even listening to me?” Dabi growls as he turns to slap the lighter away “You better be listening cause we fuckin don’t know what to do if that eraser head freak gets you again.”

As soon as Dabi snatches the lighter out of her hands, Mirei pouts

“This is torture. I’m serious Help Me”

Tala giggles at her friend’s frustration

“Ok I got you” she whispers

“Oh leave her alone Dabi” Tala says standing up from the couch up to face the black haired man. “I was with her the whole time”

Dabi shakes his head in annoyance “Don’t try to butt in here Tala. You both caused enough damage at it is”

Tala barks out a laugh “she’s here safe and sound isn’t she? Stop worrying over us we got it all under control”

And with that Tala grabs her purse from the coffee table and walks away from Dabi.

With a quick turn, she raises her arm to beckon Mirei to follow her.

Mirei then snatches the lighter out of Dabi’s hands and followed Tala out of the Hideout’s common room.

“I owe you one” Mirei mumbles under her breath as she bumps her shoulder into Tala’s.

Tala gives a soft smile in response “You’re a stubborn one aren’t ya?”

Mirei huffs a breath “You’re one too. And I know for a fact you’re going to invite me to sneak into UA to see the boys today aren’t you?”

Tala laughs as she wraps an around her friend’s shoulders “You know me so well”

2.

Tala loves Hibiki with all her heart. Really she does

and although he can be so annoying from time to time Tala knows deep down she truly cares for him.

She’s like the brother she never had. Always protecting her, Always on the look out for her and always picking up fights with her (and one random fight got to the point where even Tatsu/Dabi had to break the two apart cause their heads are sure to explode if they have to listen to another word of their petty little arguments)

But right now he’s on a different level of annoying

“Please Tala” Hibiki pleads as he runs after her unto the narrow alleyway.

“Get lost looser” she grumbles under her breath as she shoves Hibiki’s fingers away from her arm.

“Tala fuck” he swears as both of them rounded on a corner

his arms flailing around in attempt to keep up with tala’s walking pace “I’m desperate here come on”

But Tala ignores him completely as she continues to walk along the dark alley.

“What you saw was nothing please don’t tell anyone” Hibiki reasons with her desperately

She hums in acknowledgement but she refuse to meet his eyes

Not after what she just saw

“I was just looking for a strap on to try on-“

That’s it!

“Ok stop” Tala whirls around to place a hand over his mouth “I don’t need an explanation on why I saw you on a sex shop looking for a strap on but If it helps you sleep at night I promise I won’t tell the league about any of this”

Hibiki raises his eyebrows in question but Tala was quick enough to brush him off

“This conversation never happened” she told him strernly.

Hibiki nodded his head in agreement “You promise you won’t tell anyone ok?”

“I promise, I got you”

3.

Tala wouldn’t want to be admit it to everyone else but Inky was Tala’s favorite villain among the LOV

I mean cmon the girl was an under cover agent, and even though she was born quirkless the girl was a badass

From day one She was truly impressed on her combat and fighting skills.

So when Inky walks up to her one day and asks if she’s down on helping her with an undercover mission she immediately says yes.

Her given task was easy, talk to that purple haired dude from the UA and gather information on Eraser head’s status and schedules. (ooooop inkie swettie I see what you did there 😉😉)

Now talking to the purple haired dude was not as easy as she thought it would have been. She started the questions easy, asking how it’s like studying in UA? How do you balance your hero life and social life? Questions she knew wouldn’t draw any suspicions. But the guy showed zero interest in engaging on a conversation and if Tala was being honest to herself she was sensing a bit of a Tsundere vibes from him.

Tala was on the verge of giving up cause it looks like this purple haired kid isn’t gonna talk anytime soon so she decided to do one more trick up her sleeve

“Im sorry for bothering you about all this UA stuff. I always wanted to enroll there and become a hero ya know but people always thought I had a villain quirk so I guess I just didn’t have what it takes”

At that statement the purple haired guy stops dead in his tracks

BINGO! Got him.

“Why? What’s your quirk?” He asks as he turns to face her

Smiling to herself Tala points a finger to her bandaged eye “I can make people tell what’s their deepest desire by directly looking at their eyes”

The UA student blinks his eyes in surprise before he softens his face and smiled “That’s an amazing quirk you have there”

“Yeah you think so?”

He nods his head in response

“What’s your name?”

“Shinsou. What’s yours?”

“Tala”

Time skip:

“Well I got the information that you need Inky” Tala laughs as she skips towards the under cover agent

Inky smiles at the younger girl before she tilts her head upward to meet her gaze “well?”

“Ereaserhead is single” Tala squeals as she clutches unto Inky’s arm.

At this Inky also laughs as she stood up to ruffle her hair “Knew I could count on you Kid”

“Of course you would I got you”

4.

“TALA”

Tala pauses the activity she was currently doing and took a quick glance to her peripherals where Yua was standing.

“How many times have I told you to not to play with my needles?” Yua scolds as she quickly snaps the box of needles shut.

“I wasn’t playing” Tala defends as she removes the sharp syringe that was impaled on her skin.

“Was just testing them that’s all”

Yua clicks her tongue in disappointment before leaning down and plucking another needle that was stuffed into Tala’s neck.

“You don’t even know your pressure points” Yua retorts sarcastically

“Would you teach me where they are?” Tala asks as she props up beside Yua’s chair. “You know they could come in handy during battle”

Yua smirks to herself as she gives Tala a flick on her forehead “Always so stubborn” she says smiling.

“Is that a Yes?” Tala asks as she adjusted her sitting position so she was looking directly at Yua.

“Hmmm I dunno what’s in it for me?” Yua asks teasingly as she made a move to grab the box of face mask’s

“I can buy you and shiggy your favorite essential oils? and aloe vera gel?”

Amused with your answer Yua gestures Tala to get comfortable in her sit so she could begin the acupuncture.

“Lots and lots of essential oils” Tala promises as Yua hovers right in front of her.

“You definitely owe me a lot this time love” Yua says as she pricks a needle unto the sensitive spot in your neck.

“No worries” Tala hums in pleasure as she leaned her head over the chair “I’ll always got your back”

5

Tala presses both her hands unto her bleeding abdomen trying so desperately to stop the blood from flowing out.

“Stupid” she scolds herself “God you’re so stupid Tala if you just followed Shigaraki’s instruction you wouldn’t be in this situation”

Another boom of explosion rings around her that Tala’s vision turns hazy for a second. She was about to slip unto unconsciousness when two large arms shook her awake

“TALA” Dabi’s voice echoes inside her ear as she slowly opens her eyes.

“Keep those eyes open for me ok?” Dabi whispers as he gently places his arm around her shoulder.

“Dabi” she wheezes out “your bleeding”

Both their eyes flicker towards the ugly scratch of wound on Dabi’s left leg. The dark bruise now turning to an ugly shade of purple.

“You can’t carry me out of here” Tala coughs as she tightens her hold unto her own wounded stomach

“Of course I can” Dabi says as he heaved Tala into his arms

Before he could take a step forward, a huge amount of pain shot through his leg that made both of them stumble back to the ground.

“You can’t carry me” Tala repeats her statement as sudden realization dawns on her.

Dabi couldn’t carry her.

Only one of them would walk out of here alive and it’s not going to be her.

She needs to give him the letter

*oh god the letter*

Wasting no time she maneuvers her hands out of Dabi’s shoulders and into the pockets of her hoodie

She quickly then hands Dabi a torn up envelope “Make sure shinsou gets that please” she breaths unto dabi’s ear

“There are also letters for all of you in my bedroom. Can you make sure everyone gets theirs? there’s also some money that I saved inside my-“

“Fucking Hell Tala” Dabi interrupts her “Stop talking like that”

“I’m not going to make it Dabi” Tala cries as she hits dabi on the shoulder. “There’s nothing we can do so please please just do what I say”

And for once in her life she saw the great and powerful Dabi cry

“You always have been a troublesome little brat aren’t you?” He sniffs as he buries his face into Tala’s head.

“I know” Tala whispers as she gently wipes the tears that were gently rolling on Dabi’s cheeks. “It’s ok now. I’ll be ok”

She frees herself from dabi’s embrace to allow him to stand.

When dabi was on his feet he leans down to give her a kiss on the forehead one last time

“Hey dabi?”

“Hmm?”

“Tell shinsou I love him”

A choked sob came out of Dabi’s throat before he replies “I got you”

[caiuscassiuss]

Bandages (Skater Boy AU! NCT Jisung)

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Description: You swore to god, that attractive boy who kept on coming to the nurse’s office was going to kill himself at this rate. (featuring nurse assistant! you and rebellious skater boy! jisung)

Genre:  fluff | romance | comedy WC: 5.3k Warnings: swearing and some serious roasts

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The silence of the nurse’s office was a great contrast to your loud, bustling high school outside. You were glad you got this moment of respite for 2 hours everyday, away from gossiping teenagers and the general chaos of high school.

The nurse was out for a quick break, so you were left to your own accord for a short period of time. You were her assistant of sorts for a few days of the week, selected out of many, so she trusted you in the office. You hummed to yourself as you stocked the cabinets above the sink, a little tune you heard on the radio. You put the antiseptic there, the cotton buds in a jar, and so on. Your thoughts drifted to the never-ending stress as you did your menial task; you had a biology paper due in a few days that you haven’t even started despite being assigned weeks ago, a Calc test coming up, and an anatomy extra credit assignment due that would really boost your grade. It seemed all your time was being claimed by school, school and more school, to be honest. You sighed and wiped a few stray hairs that came loose from your ponytail. All this to become a doctor.

The door creaking and loud chatter from outside broke your anxious thoughts. You told whomever that had entered you would be would with them in a minute as you quickly put back all the stuff and washed your hands. The person hummed in acknowledgement and sat down on own of the beds of the office. You turned around with a smile, only for it to be replaced with a frown.

Park Jisung.

Rebellious Skater Boy extraordinaire.

His dyed blonde hair created a messy halo above his face as he looked up at you with a sheepish smile. His eyes were sparkling and he toyed with the metal chain hanging on his neck.

“Hey Y/N, how’s it going?”

“You’re here again?”

Jisung put on a mock hurt expression and grasped his chest like you had stabbed him.

“Oof! You don’t want to see my handsome face anymore?” he grinned.

You sighed and put your hands on your hips. “What kind of injury have you afflicted upon yourself this time, Jisung?”

Jisung sheepishly held up his bleeding hand and you gasped.

“Jesus Christ! Have I not told you to be more careful?” you nagged as you got out your recently stockpiled antiseptic and swabs.

He leaned back and shrugged. “No pain, no gain, I guess.”

“Gain? Landing that front flip thingy?” you scoffed, taking out the gauze from the closet.

“It’s called a frontside Y/N,” Jisung said, exasperated.

“Front flip, front side, whatever; same thing. Either way, you come into my office looking like you just lost a fight with the concrete!” you shook your head as you bent down beside him to soak the cotton in the antiseptic. So focused were you in this task, you didn’t notice Jisung look at your visage admiringly, appreciating your beautiful features and liking the way your hair fell in front of your eyes.

“Lowkey kinda did— ah, fuck! What was that for!” Jisung exclaimed as he snatched his injured hand away from yours.

You rolled yours eyes and grabbed back his hand. His hands were warm and slightly calloused, however, marred by the many scars he had gotten from skateboarding. You ignored the little spark you got from touching his hand and went back to what you were doing.

“You big baby. A little antiseptic never hurt.”

“Well yeah of course it doesn’t, but when you just press it on my hand without warning, it stings like hell!” the teen whined as your dotted the cotton swab around the wound, cleaning the blood up and the cut.

Your rolled your eyes for the nth time and a comfortable silence fell between the two of you. When you finished cleaning his hand, you reached for the gauze and Jisung broke the silence.

“Did you finish that bio assignment Mr. Allen assigned yet?” he muttered, blushing from the prolonged contact (not that you could see).

Despite fully fitting the rebellious skater kid stereotype, Jisung was actually pretty decent at school. He took some of the same honors classes as you, and mostly got B’s while you strived for A+’s. He was always unfocused in class, unfortunately, and when he got randomly called on by the teacher and he didn’t know the answer, you shook your head disappointedly at your front seat.

“Um… kinda?” you fibbed while you carefully placed the gauze on his hand.

Jisung scoffed. “You haven’t even started it, have you?”

“Well you haven’t either!” you defended.

“Y/N, Miss A+, the greatest and most examplenary student in this school,—” he exaggerated, while you pouted, “—procrastinating? Wow, the world must be ending!”

You hit him playfully on his shoulder, momentarily letting his hand go. He laughed.

“Shut up!” you said, unable to respond to him wittily while you both blushed.

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“You, sir, are whipped as hell,” Jeno squinted at Jisung, pointing a ketchup-covered fry in his direction.

Jisung was shaken out of his thoughts by his best friend and looked away from some point in the distant he was staring at.

“Huh?”

“This proves my point, idiot.” Jeno said, as he took a sip of his coke.

“No really, what?” Jisung asked confusedly.

“We were just stating some facts. I like EXO, Haerim is totally cheating on Yoonsung, and you have the biggest crush in the world on Y/N, you love-struck fool,” Haechan jumped into the conversation savagely, all in a matter-a-fact tone.

“Holy shit, Haerim is cheating on Yoonsung? With who?” Jaemin put his bag down at the table and sat down.

“Whom, Jaemin. Not who. With Eunhyung, actually, but that’s not the point,” Haechan narrowed his eyes at Jaemin, who rolled his eyes and dug into his pizza.

“Shut up Haechan.” Jisung pouted, while discreetly checking you out.

“I mean look at you! Everytime we go to lunch, you have to sit at this spot so you can gawk at Y/N for a solid 30 minutes. You look like a fucking creep,” Jeno exclaimed.

“I-I just can’t help but notice! Y/N’s really pretty and nice and smart and—”

“The reason you purposely slam yourself into an extension when we’re at the skatepark?” Chenle slyly added as he looked up from his book.

The whole group laughed uproariously, drawing many gazes to the notorious Skater Boys’ table. Jisung covered his red face with his hands, his embarrassment keeping him from making his usual savage comebacks. When it came to Y/N, Jisung turned into mochi mush.

“T-That’s because my wheel popped out!”

“Oh? What happened when you couldn’t stick the landing after the flatrail?” Haechan crossed his arms and raised his pierced eyebrow.

“I—”

“You’re one of the best people on the flatrail I know, bro. The one time my skateboard came out from under me you kicked me while I was down, so don’t give us that bullshit.” Renjun accused.

“Well, it’s not like it’s purposeful or anything, but, uh, like—”

“Shut up Jisung. Work up your courage to confess to her, it’s not that hard!” Jaemin offered, while sending a wink to the group of girls passing by their table.

“Says the boy who gets, like, a gazillion confessions a day. Bro, she’s out of my league! Ugh.” Jisung exclaimed and slumped dejectedly to the lunch table.

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“What is it now?” you asked, not even looking up from your desk.

“Uh, my leg?”

You sighed and swiveled around on your comfy office chair, one of the perks of being a nurse assistant.

Jisung was wearing a neon yellow track jacket and some black skinny jeans today, some blue checkered vans adorning his feet. Your eyes zoomed in on one of the rips of the jean, placed on the knee, and it was bloody and bruised.

“Christ,” you muttered.

Again, you took out the cotton swabs and the antiseptic and the gauze while he sat down on one of the medical beds. You put the materials on the bedside table and he lifted his knee up to his attention.

Luckily was the wound was superficial and not that deep, so it would be easy to heal, but it sure as hell would probably hurt for a long time.

“So… how’s the, uh, campaign trail going?” he asked awkwardly after a moment of silence.

“You know about it? Ah, well, it’s going pretty okay, actually. We’ve drummed up alot support from the arts kids, but not as much with the athletes,” you murmured, surprised he knew that you were running for student body president. You wiped the antiseptic over his knee and his leg gave an involuntary jerk, and he gave a sheepish smile.

“Yeah, your posters all over the school.”

“Oh yeah, that,” you blushed, slightly embarrassed you didn’t notice that glaring fact in front of your slight crush. He looked so handsome today, unlike your usual clean-guy type. He looked wild and rebellious and fun all wrapped up into an attractive package.

“Well, I’m really busy nowadays. I never have time to do anything that’s mildly entertaining, like reading a good book or drawing,” you lamented.

“You call that fun?” Jisung snorted. You pouted and slapped him on his shoulder.

“Hey!”

“No no no I don’t mean it like that! It’s pretty admirable that your straightedge and everything. But… is that, like, all you do?” he frowned shifting closer to your scent.

You nervously put ointment over the wound, unnerved by his proximity.

“Well… yeah?”

“That sounds… yeah. Hey, erm, do you wanna go out with our group, one time?” he nervously twiddled his thumb as you momentarily paused.

“Why? Because I’m so boring?” it was said aggressively, but the twinkle in your eye and the slight smile gave away your mischievous intentions.

Because Jisung was Jisung and he became the living embodiment of mush around you, he didn’t notice your signs and inwardly panicked.

“No! Uh, I just thought you’d like to try something different I guess,” Jisung stuttered, flailing for some grounding around his crush.

You stared at him, hard and direct. Jisung didn’t look like he had ulterior motives. He looked back at you in the eyes, a blush still on his cheeks because of his embarrassment.

“Sure. When and where?” you smiled brightly at him, and he sighed in relief.

“I’ll text you.”

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Honestly, you never expected you find yourself in this situation.

It was 10 at night, you weren’t studying, and you were somewhere, in the city, in a near deserted skatepark.

Your parents were going to kill you.

Well, if they found out.

“FUCK YOU, YOU THOT!” you heard a voice shouting.

You look over to see Haechan yelling at Mark, who was laughing and speeding away on his neon green skateboard. Haechan quickly sets down his orange skateboard and runs after Mark, arms and limbs flapping wildly.

On the other hand, Renjun and Chenle were playing tag around the skatepark, completely ignoring the skateboards they had brought with them. Their skateboards seemed to lie pitifully on the ground, unused while Chenle was screaming loudly. Someone was going to trip over that shit.

Jeno and Jaemin, however, were leant up against a streetlight and drinking… capri-suns? You did a double-take and looked closer. Yes, indeed they were drinking silver Capri-Sun juice packets; Jeno holding a grape-flavored one while Jaemin was slurping on a strawberry kiwi one.

Update: Someone did trip over the skateboard. RIP Haechan.

Haechan starts screaming at Renjun and Chenle, who start laughing at his disheveled appearance. Not gonna lie, you jumped a little when Haechan suddenly put them in a headlock, and the Chinese boys were looking like they were about to choke.

You hear a big sigh to your left and you turn to see Jisung facepalming in the fluorescent lamplight. He held a neon blue skateboard with green glow-in-the-dark lines etched onto the deck, still vibrant and colorful despite it’s wear-and-tear.

“Why are they like this?” Jisung sighs again.

Jaemin hears Jisung’s complaint and raises an eyebrow.

“Why do you have to be so emo, Jisung?” Jaemin taunts, the silver of his juice packet flashing as he takes a long sip.

Jeno snorts and in turn spits out some of his grape juice. The rest of the group notice the flying liquid out of Jeno’s face and start laughing at him.

Jisung, after chuckling at Jeno’s mishap, turns back towards you.

“Welp, these idiots happen to be my friends, and they’re fun... I guess.”

You chuckle softly and hug your cardigan closer to you. It was getting chillier as the night progressed, and you were admittedly, totally unprepared. You had come straight here after school clubs instead of going home, so you had nothing but your light brown cardigan to keep you warm.

Jisung sees you slightly shivering, and frowns.

“Hey, are you alright?”

You smile slightly at him.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.”

Jisung tilted his head and pursed his lips. “No you’re not.”

Before you could do anything, Jisung sets his skateboard down roughly and shakes off his windbreaker. You opened your mouth to protest, but the blond-haired youth just threw it at your head

“Just take it, Y/N,” he huffs.

Because of your blocked line of vision, you don’t see Jisung blush heavily and then pout cutely. You carefully take it off your head and clutch the fabric in your hand, confused why he was doing this.

“Just… just think of this as payback for all the times you treated me at the clinic, o-okay?” Jisung stuttered, raising his now-bare arms and scratching the back of his head. His head was turned slightly away from you, so only some parts of his face you could see.

“I… thank you, Jisung.” You grin widely up at the tall boy and slip on his neon windbreaker. It was, of course, quite large and hit you mid thigh, and the sleeves gave you very extended sweater-paws. However, you could smell his deodorant faintly from the fabric and you wanted to die in a hole.

The neon yellow of the jacket reflecting in the lamplights attracted the attention of the other boys, and they start jeering loudly.

“Damn, Jisung, it’s only the first date and you’re already giving her clothes to wear?” Mark shouts at the two of you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“FUCK OFF!” Jisung took off running towards Mark while you covered your red face in your hands.

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It was currently… 12 AM right now and you were confused as fuck.

The group were still energetic and high even after 2 hrs at the park, frequently exchanging high fives while passing each other on their skateboards. They all performed dazzling tricks in the artificial light and it had turned into some competition on who could impress you more. Chenle did a cool grabby thing with his board, while Jeno did a stellar flip on his and they all looked to you to see who you were impressed by.

Except, you eyes were captivated by one.

You were staring dumbfounded at the blond-haired boy who seemed like he was flying on his skateboard. JIsung looked like some character in a 90’s teenage movie, rebellious and unrestrained fun written all over his neon clothes and his gleeful face. He seemed much more in his element here, at the skateboard park, unlike school where the walls couldn’t contain his thirst for life; Jisung was so much more free.

However, you couldn’t ignore the glaring fact that Jisung was much better at skateboarding than you thought.

Okay, so you knew he wasn’t bad, but he wasn’t very good either. He comes into your office like… what, 2-3 times a week? By those statistics, Jisung should’ve been tripping over his board and currently in the hospital by now, but no, Jisung was nimbly doing tricks and runs on his skateboard. He slid down the flatrail with ease and landed perfectly before rolling to the bowl, in which he jumped and flipped his skateboard. This, clearly, was not the skating of a untrained and clumsy newbie; this was the skating of someone experienced and who doesn’t get hurt all the time.

You looked at the time on the dim screen of your phone, of which was at 19%. Despite it being the weekend, you wanted to get home quickly.

“Jisung!”

The boy’s head snapped towards you and he quickly halted his lap around the park.

“Y/N are you alright?” Jisung asked concernedly while the other boys in the group paused in their tricks.

“Yeah I’m all good! It’s just it’s getting a bit late now, I’m gonna go home!” you shouted, still clutching his windbreaker around your body.

“Wait, let me accompany you!” Jisung picked up his board and walked towards the bench you were occupying.

“Hey, morons! I’m gonna get Y/N back home, okay?” Jisung turned back to the rest of the boys.

“OOOoooOOOooOOhhHHHh sPicY!” Haechan laughed at Jisung.

“Yeah yeah we’ll follow you up as soon… as soon as we get Chenle out of this bush,” Jaemin stared, desperately trying to contain his laughter at Renjun and Jeno trying and failing to get the poor Chinese student out of the bush after his board had slipped out from under him.

“BYE THOT!” Jisung put the skateboard under his arm.

“BYE, ROMEO!”

The pair of you walked in a semi-awkward silence back to your house, the usual noises of a suburban neighborhood surrounding you.

“Uh… you got through the primaries for pres position?” Jisung asked, breaking the silence.

“Yup… after completely crushing those underclassman,” you grinned up at him, the streetlights casting shadows upon his face.

“Eyyyy nice.”

You two easily lapsed into light-hearted conversation, discussing the teachers that you hated and the gossip around the school.

There was a pause in conversation, and you took that opportunity to ask Jisung something that had been on your mind all night.

“Hey, uh, if you don’t mind me asking… how are you so good at skateboarding?”

A momentary flash of panic struck across his face, which quickly settled itself into to feigned confusion.

“Huh?”

“Like… erm, you know how you always go to my office a lot for your injuries? I just thought…” you floundered, trying to get information without somehow insulting the skater boy.

“Oh, I’m usually much worse than today,” he waved it off.

“I guess today was my lucky day, probably. I think I just perform, uh, much better in front of company?” Jisung eyes roved, searching everywhere but you.

“Ah.” It fell silent before you broke it.

“Jisung… I had a really fun time tonight. And I wanted to thank you for that,” you said, lucky that your blushing cheeks were covered by the darkness of nights.

“No problemo Y/N! I think everyone had a bit more fun with you here… you can always go out with us, if you want, you know… yeah.”

“Sure, I’ll hit you up,” you fingered with the buttons of your cardigan in nervous because of Jisung’s close proximity to you.

Pretty soon the two of you stopped near your house and you looked at each other awkwardly.

“Yeah… again, thank you for taking me out,” you stuttered, wondering whether you should hug him or not.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s all good.”

Fuck it. Let’s carpe diem this shit.

You extended your arms to the boy and a brief look of shock and panic crossed his face before he, too, extended his arms to your waist and pulled you closer. He had to bend down a little to your height, and you too held each other for a few seconds. In this brief few seconds or so, you buried your face into the crook of his neck, while he settled his head on your shoulder. Jisung was warm and comfy, and while you were initially tense, you relaxed in his hold.

You released each other and you ran to your doorstep.

“Bye Jisung! I’ll see you Monday!”

“Yeah, uh, bye!”

You entered your house quietly, before tip-toeing to your room. As soon as you sat down on your chair, you realized you had forgotten to give back Jisung’s jacket.

Shit.

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Jisung stared at your door for a few seconds, trying to figure out whether the last few minutes was a dream or not. His body still felt warm from the time you had touched him. He must of looked like a straight idiot or a stalker, staying and staring in one position for an extended amount of time.

However, he was in a daze of confusion and happiness. Holy shit, had he just hugged his crush of the past 2 years? And… she initiated it? Holy fucking shit. Alsfskfhaslfdjsjfs.

Jisung turned to walk back to his crew and it was only a few steps until he suddenly fist pumped and jumped in the air in joy. He was getting closer.

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“Thank you!” you had thanked the bus driver, a old sweet lady, and she smiled a red-cheeked smile at you in return. You stepped off the bus and made your way to your classroom, kind of nervous of what you were about to do. You were going to give back Jisung’s jacket.

Many people greeted you in the hallway with hello’s or good morning’s because of your popularity as soon-to-be class president, and you waved back or acknowledged them. You entered your classroom to set down your bookbag, the early morning light nearly blinding you from the windows.

“Hey Y/N!” your classmate Soora greeted you from her perch atop her desk, in the midst of talking to her friends.

“Hi Soora! How are you?” you smiled at her as you pulled the neon windbreaker from your bag.

“I’m fine! You?”

“All good!” you sent her a thumbs up.

“Say, whaddya got there?” she jumped off her desk and leaned closer to the neon object hanging of your arm.

“Oh, yeah, um, it’s someone’s jacket. I need to give it back to him,” you waved off, knowing Soora was nosy as hell.

“Hold the phone; HIM? As in the singular pronoun of the male gender? XY chromosomes? H-I-M?” she gasped loudly and as a result, several people turned their heads towards the disturbance.

“Shhhhh! Soora!” you softly scolded, looking suspiciously around and smiling at everybody so they could get their attention off of you.

“Well who is it?” Soora crossed her arms across her chest, a small pout on her tinted lips.

“No one you know,” you replied, walking out of the classroom. Unfortunately, the gossipy brunette followed you out, cutting herself out of her group’s conversation.

You took a quick pace, sneakers tapping across the floor loudly, in hope you could lose her or she would give up. No good; Soora just upped her pace to keep in line with you.

“Y/N! Tell me something!” she whined to you.

You rolled your eyes.

“You’ll find out soon anyway,” you replied as you turned a corner to Class 5275; Jisung’s Lit classroom.

The door was open, thankfully, and you quietly went in, however, people saw you as soon as you entered.

A chorus of hey’s and hello’s were given to you and you acknowledged them. You looked around the classroom to see a mop of blonde hair; aha! You could see Jisung by the window talking to a few friends, his face contorted in a laugh as Jeno cracked a joke. The sun was shining on his face and reflecting off his hair, so he looked hella handsome today.

“Jisung!” you called out. Jisung’s head snapped to you, as did many other’s.

“Y/N?” Jisung said confusedly as he got out of his seat.

“Hey Jeno! Hi Chenle!” you waved to the group of boys near him.

“Hey Y/N!” they called out and snickered as Jisung neared you. Jisung turned to glare at them.

“Uh, hi?” he greeted you as he stood in front of you.

“Jisung! I’m so sorry I totally forgot it on Saturday; here’s your jacket!” you smile as you hand him the neon windbreaker on your hand.

His eyes widened in recognition as he took it out of your hands.

“Ah! So you’re the reason I was freezing all weekend!” he smirked at you.

“Shut up! You offered!”

“And you forgot.” You slapped his bicep in retaliation, a mock-hurt expression on your face and you both laughed.

“Well anyway, thanks. I’ll see you later, I guess?” Jisung looked down at you.

“Yeah, yeah. Bye!” you patted his forearm and turned towards the doorway.

“Oh wait; don’t forget to vote for me!” you looked back at him.

“I will!” he waved back at you.

As you stepped through the doorway, you realized how semi-quiet the classroom had gotten. Most conversations had died down and all of Class 5275’s attention were on you and Jisung, eyes wide at the unexpected interaction.

Soora was waiting for you at the doorway, her mouth open in shock.

“Park Jisung? You were giving a jacket back to Park Jisung, the low-key emo skater kid who happens to be hella hot????” Soora loudly said.

“Uh, yeah? I forgot to give it back to him,” you leaned away from the eager girl.

“Wait wait wait, hold up, I’m so shook right now. First, how did you get the jacket? Where did you get the jacket? Second, how do you know Park Jisung? And his group of friends? Do you know how many people are crushing on him—”

“Calm down Soora! I was hanging out with them and I was cold so Jisung gave me his jacket, that’s all-”

“PARK JISUNG GAVE YOU HIS JACKET?!” Soora burst out in the middle of the hallway. Suprised faces turned to you, growing even more shocked when recognizing who you were. Loud whispers and conversations started up as you facepalmed at the girl’s idioticness.

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For the next few weeks, you were bombarded in questions about your friendship with Jisung. It was a bit unexpected, you supposed; the skater kid is friends with a preppy smartass. However, the gossip surrounding you and him made you more popular, so it was beneficial to your campaign at least.

You, Jisung, and the rest of the kids hung out more as time progressed. You got together during the weekends at the skatepark, you sat next to each other in class, and shared inside jokes and memes on the groupchat you were added into. You got closer to all of them, but you were just naturally more attached to Jisung.

As the two of you hung out more, Jisung and you had become very close. He was now not some annoying skater kid who went your office nearly every other day to get his injuries treated; Jisung was a friend who you could confide in one moment, and roast in another. He was amazing and scarily, you found him more and more attractive.

Park Jisung was giving you feelings you’d never experienced before. You got butterflies in your stomach when you spoke to him, you sometimes stuttered when you were close to him, and your face was always red when you hugged him. He was funny, he was charming, and really, really fun. You couldn’t believe you never noticed him before when you were in his chem class a few years ago.

Jisung still visited your office with suspiciously less injuries since you got closer. You would chat with him while helping other patients. You asked him if he was skipping class, but he always denied it and said it was his free period so “he might as well hang out with someone he could tolerate”.

Because of your close friendship, many people asked both you if you were dating, which made it worse. You both always denied it, unaware of the longing gazes you two would send each other.

It all came to a point a few days later, when the presidential elections were announced. You had won (by a landslide it was rumoured) the position of student council president for the next school year and were in the midst of a flurry of congratulations when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N?” Jisung’s voice rang out.

You turned towards him and an immediate smile crept up your face.

“Jisung! It’s nice to see you!” you greeted, turning your attention away from your other classmates.

“Congratulations on your election!” he held his arms out, and you stepped into them so you could hug each other.

“Thank you!”

Jisung suddenly grew a bit nervous, and he scratched the back of his head.

“Uh, could you come with me for a moment? In private?” he asked.

Needless to say, you were a bit confused.

“Sure!” you waved goodbye to your friends and walked with him.

His long-legged gait led you both to the courtyard. It was sunny today, and as a result, Jisung just wore some skinny jeans and a Supreme t-shirt while you were in a floral sundress.

During the walk there, you had an inward debate with yourself. These feelings had been going on for quite sometime, and since it was nearing the end of the school year, you might as well let it out. You decided, uncharacteristically impulsively, that you were going to to confess to Jisung.

He took you under a tree and paused there.

“I have something to say,” he intoned seriously.

You took a deep breath.

“I do to.”

“Huh?” Jisung frowned.

You could do this. It was the perfect time to do it, anyway.

“Park Jisung… I like you. Like, as in more than a friend kind of like,” you let out, looking down.

It was silent for a few seconds, the only sound was the leaves rustling in the breeze.

“Well shit. Holy shit.” he breathed out in amazement.

“What?” you asked, your heart pumping from the nervousness of your confession.

“I… I like you alot too. In fact, I was going to confess to you before you said it. Wow, this is great, like, holy fuck I can’t believe this is happening.” he ran his hands through his hair.

“Really?” You jumped up and circled your arms around his neck and giggled. He hugged you back tightly.

“If we’re on the subject of confessions, I have something else to confess.” Jisung whispered in your ear.

You leaned back from him for a moment, high off the joy that your crush liked you back.

“Y/N, I have liked you since our chem class 2 years ago”— your eyes widened—” and… um…” he mumbled the last part.

“Sorry, what?”

“I may have... went to the nurse office alot so I could see you.”

Your brows came together, until your mind worked out what he was implying.

“Wait a fucking minute! Did you deliberately get injured so you could… so you could…” you sputtered, bewildered from this new information.

“Yeah?”

“Your confession is rejected, you little shit! Do you know how much supplies you took up? Also, did you keep in mind what you could’ve to your body?!” you nagged and slapped his chest and he laughed.

You two settled into comfortable silence, luxuriating in each other’s presence.

You reached up and pecked his cheek.

“Just kidding, I like you a lot, you idiot,” you smiled up at him.

Your blissful moments were interrupted by loud cheering from the bushes. You both turned to see the squad cheering, Chenle fake-sobbing into Renjun’s arm dramatically as Jeno and Jaemin spun each other around, giggling.

“My son… my son has grown up from a skateboarding little shit into a skateboarding little shit who has a girlfriend!” Haechan wiped a fake tear as he stood in front of you.

“EVERYONE! PARK JISUNG AND Y/N ARE DATING NOW!” Mark shouted to the rest of the school.

“MARK!” Jisung shouted.

Many people shouted their congratlations and cheered, while you buried your face into Jisung’s chest.

In the midst of Jisung threatening to break Mark’s board in half, he hugged you tighter.

[gnarlyspiderboy]

She Was A Skater Girl (He Said See You Later Girl)

Pairing: Spiderman x Reader

Warnings: None ? I think ? Cursing ????

Summary: You aka a certain skater girl just moved to Queens because of your mothers new job and you’re now adjusting to your school and home. Somehow you become friends with this boy aka a certain spider boy. Things then miraculously work out for both of you.

Authors Note: This is my first time writing this so hey some feedback would be nice. I’m also new to making this blog although you can tell, I’m not sure if I’m going to make this a series or not so stick around ! Please don’t be afraid to ask me for requests or asks about this fic or if I should even continue it.

Moving to Queens was a big deal to you, you’ve grown up into a home in which you know all it’s ins and outs. Looking up into those big buildings was menacing, as if daring to fall on top of you. You took every little piece in, feeling that you could just easily go back to your hometown and forget this beautiful city. Yeah sure there was much littering and a handful of drug abusers and criminals but that didn’t stop your young soul to have much love for Queens already.

“Y/n, start unpacking honey, we still got tons of boxes to go through and it’s still 8 in the morning.” You heard your mother say in the hallway.

“Yeah yeah I heard ya boss!” You yell back at your mother where you can hear her heels clacking against the wooden floor. Having your mother as a doctor came with it’s pros, you loving to skate so much would always come home with bruises and cuts around your legs from trying to perfect your tricks. Of course that was when you were younger, now being old enough to treat your own wounds from watching your mom do it so many times.

You walk to the hallways barely catching up to your mom before she left. You wrap your arms tightly around her and give her a kiss on the cheek. “Love you mom, have fun at work and don’t forget to eat.” You say as you open the door for her, she just smiles back at you. “Of course honey love you too.” It’s always been like this, you and your mother, you guys have always had a deep connection with each other and understood one another. Her always off to work, you to school, and by the time you’re home you make you and your mom dinner so she won’t cook by the time she’s home. It was a routine you were used to but now you’re in a whole change of scenery. The decision to move to Queen was her idea and that was the only time you disagreed with her, you fought tooth and nail to stay in your hometown but obviously you’re mother won. It’s not all bad though, the apartment you moved into was decently sized and wasn’t in a completely shady part of town so you couldn’t complain.

As soon as your mom closed your door you went back to your room to do what you were asked. As hours went by you hanged up your posters of films and bands you enjoy, put up your radio along with all your vinyls, cassettes, and cds. Your trusty old lamp bouncing light on your walls and you place some books and movies that you enjoy in whatever free space you had left. You decided you were tired enough and looked to your phone.

“11:27” you read out loud, noticing how early it still was you decided to go out and explore Queens. You changed into a pair of shorts and quickly grabbed a shirt that was on top of one of the boxes which was a band that you recently saw live before moving here. As you made you way to the living room you tripped over your skateboard and fell on your face. “OW OW Ow ow owww.” you yelped, not even being on top of the board and you already fell, nice job y/n.

You laid there for a couple minutes until you felt the pain go away, standing up you stared at your board and finally decided to take it with you even after it’s betrayal. “Dumb board, why would you even be in the middle of the room” muttering to yourself as you put on your shoes and went out the door. Immediately you were greeted by much noise, people talking on the phone, neighbors shouting at each other, traffic, and street performers. Taking out your phone and plugging in your earphones to block out the rowdy men that you knew would hit on you, underage or not, you began to walk to the nearest park. Noticing that the sidewalk you were walking on wasn’t smooth enough to skate on without eating shit so you just decided to get your daily dose of walking.

A couple songs later and you made it to the park, breathing in the air you smiled to yourself. You saw children playing, teenagers talking amongst themselves, and adults working out. Dropping your board to the floor and skating inward to the park you decided to just cruise for a bit. It wasn’t until you saw a fire hydrants when you decided that to do an ollie over it.

As you were coming closer towards it, it felt as if time itself was slowing down, this was the feeling of pure happiness. Coming at the edge of the fire hydrant you did an ollie over it and did a smooth landing. It was always when you landed that you were the happiest, this was love and passion for something. You heard a group of kids cheering for you after your successful ollie. That only made you feel warmth all over your body and become more confident.

Although unbeknownst to you, catching the eye of a certain boy, was worried. Every time you did a trick he would sense you falling and hurting yourself, and every time he’d be proved wrong seeing you land perfectly on your board. He was impressed and entranced by the way that you moved alongside your board that he hadn’t even notice you fall when your board went over a pebble. “Fuck fuck fuck” is all he heard and didn’t even notice himself get closer to you to check if you’re okay.

“Oh my god are you okay?” the boy asked, you looked up to your knee which was now scraped and bloody to see a boy that seemed around your age with the most gorgeous brown hair and eyes. You were completely distracted that you forgot about the burning pain on your knee.

“Uh yeah it just feels like I fell of a board, which is painful.” For some reason he thought that was funny and was laughing really loudly. Wow you thought, you really like how this guy laughs it was cute. That’s when you started laughing alongside him.

“Oh man I’m sorry I didn’t mean to come off as sarcastic, it just happens you know.” you say in between laughs

“Are you kidding?! That was the highlight of my day.” the boy said still laughing until he realized what he said.

“Oh shit, uhh I swear I didn’t mean that you falling was funny- I- I- I just meant that you saying what you said was funny, I’m sorry I’m ranting now and-“ your laughter just cut him off and he just stared back at you in awe, how did someone as pretty as you, looked so cute with a bloody knee? His thoughts were interrupted when he did a double take of your knee.

“Here” he held out his hand out to you, “can you walk or does it hurt too much?” You gladly took his hand only wincing slightly when you bent up.

“Yeah I’m fine just didn’t see that pebble on my way”

“Here, it’s not much but it’s better than nothing.” You look up just in time as he gives you a crumpled up tissue and two bandages. You clean away the blood and slap on those bandages, which you just noticed have dinosaurs on them. “Thank you for that, love the design by the way, very classy.”

“Oh” that’s all the boy had to say just silently staring at you, debating wether or not you were making fun of his bandages or if you genuinely liked them. “My name is Peter by the way, Peter Parker”

Y/n smiled at that, feeling glad that this stranger just didn’t go and leave just yet.

“Y/n, y/l/n” You said back to him with a smile, he smiled back at you. He then looked behind him and saw your board, he jogged towards it and grabbed it. He handed it over to you, “ So y/n have you always been to this park, because I’m always here and I’ve never seen anyone here that skates?” That made your face fall a bit, you we’re excited to meet people that also skate and become friends with them only to find out that there’s no one who does. Peter quickly noticed the sudden change in your face and started to freak out once again.

“I’m sorry, I probably put you in a uncomfortable situation, I’ll just leave now.” He fumbles with his fingers and is about to walk off when you put your arm out in front of him. He looks down at you confusedly when you say, “Don’t worry about it, but I’m new in town actually and I don’t really know anyone so do you think you can show me around?”

Oh. OH. It clicks for him that you’re asking him to take you out and see what’s good around Queens. And yes, Peter knows damn well that he has an essay due tomorrow but he knows he’ll regret not taking out a girl who has no idea that he’s a loser in high school standards.

“Y-yes, I know a cool coffee shop close by that serve the best lemon pound cakes in all of Queens.” That makes you smile, on your first day out you finally made a friend, a cute one at that. You tuck your board under your arm and walk (hobble because your dumb knee still hurt) beside Peter as you go to the so called ‘best lemon pound cakes in all of Queens’

[itacestians-unite]

ooo can u write something for that highschool au it seems cute,,,

I’m sorry this took me like two weeks! I’ve been really sick ;-; It’s my ninth, nearly tenth, day of being sick D: But I wrote a cute lil fluffy oneshot and I hope you like it

“You got into another fight?”

Feliciano looks like a sad, kicked puppy. Lovino walks - no, he fucking hobbles - into the room silently, feeling like the worst person in the world but his pride not allowing him to say a damn thing.

He’s roughed up good, with a large bruise on his cheek, a busted lip, and some bloody cuts scattered across his face and arms. His hair’s a wreck, his shirt’s just hanging off his shoulder, and he looks completely pissed. But you know, he feels like he deserves it after seeing Feli’s face and how sweet and innocent and hurt he looked by it all.

“Not my fault,” Lovino finally grumbles out, taking his usual seat on the bathroom counter. “This asshole was asking for it! He kept following me around and fucking taunting me, like ‘Ooh, you think you’re so tough. Why don’t you show me what you’re made of?’”

Feliciano sighs softly. He’s only half listening as he rummages around in one of the drawers for the first-aid kit. Having Lovino as his best friend… he sorta needed to keep it stocked up at all costs. Cause God knows Lovino’s too prideful to take care of himself after a fight. Without Feli, who knows what would’ve happened to him by now? He really didn’t want to think about it…

“And then he got his girlfriend to join in. Fucking coward, coming at me with two on one! Anyway, she slapped me in the face and the stupid ass ring she was wearing left some cuts.”

“She hit you?!”

Somehow, Feliciano seems even more upset than before. He’s got tears in his eyes and almost looks angry.

It’s not fair to gang up on Lovino like that! Maybe he gets into fights a lot and is really foul-mouthed and comes off as super mean and scary at first glance, but he’s a good guy! Really!

Feli finally pulls out the first-aid kit and sets it down on the counter. The contents inside are just the usual: gauze, wipes, bandages, painkillers, etc. Not like the painkillers serve any purpose with how stubborn Lovino is, though.

“I’d rather be on my deathbed than take those fancy ass pills you call medicine,” he’d say whenever Feliciano tried to force him to take a painkiller or two.

Sometimes, after lots of begging from, he’d eventually give in. But Feli had learned the hard way that it’s not worth it, it really isn’t. If Lovino wants to sit around in pain, then that’s his choice.

“But I couldn’t fight back because she’s a girl and I’d get my ass handed to me if I even thought about hitting back, so I had to run like a fucking coward. And of course the guy’s laughing in my wake and his girlfriend looks so damn pleased with herself.”

Feliciano applies some alcohol to a rag and dabs it over the cuts on Lovino’s cheek while he’s caught up in mid-rant. Lovino flinches back and hisses like an angry kitten that just got disturbed during it’s bathtime.

“Hey! At least warn me first, for fuck’s sake.”

Feliciano gives a small, guilty smile. “Sorry!”

Lovino grumbles but doesn’t say anything else and doesn’t dare to fight Feliciano for healing him up, unless he wants to deal with his whining about how it’s gonna get infected and he’ll probably die. He seems pretty much done with his ranting about the whole thing and is silent as the little nurse of sorts works on healing him up.

Feliciano pours a bit more alcohol on the rag and gently wipes it over Lovino’s bloody lower lip. He doesn’t mind fixing Lovino up, and heck, he even enjoys it since he gets to be so close to his crush, but this was getting a bit old. He really worried about Lovino sometimes…

…And there’s that nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach again. Every time Lovino comes over after a fight, covered in bruises and bloody slap and scratch marks, Feli’s terrified he’s not going to be able to fix it. He doesn’t want to lose Lovino… He’s always had anxiety about losing the people he cares about, and Lovino’s violent nature doesn’t help at all.

“You know…” Feliciano says suddenly, finally working up the courage to bring it up, “You said you’d quit getting into so many fights…”

He leans over and grabs the box of bandaids, pulling out a bright blue one and sticking it to Lovino’s face.

“Yeah, I say a lot of things,” Lovino replies emotionlessly. His green eyes wander around the room with disinterest. Feliciano is too upset to get lost in them like he normally would. He sighs, looking down and gently kicking his foot against the floor.

“I worry about you… What if you get hurt and I can’t help you?”

Lovino rolls his eyes. Like that’s gonna fucking happen. He took very good care of himself in fights, thank you very much. The last time he’d lost was before Feli and him had even met, and that was nearly two years ago. People knew not to mess with him unless they wanted to see stars, and not the kind of stars in the sky. But he will kick their asses into space if needed.

He was going to say something smart, he really was, but then, he saw the sad and sweet and concerned look on Feliciano’s face, and oh yeah, this boy’s probably the only person in the world who actually gives a shit about him, isn’t he? Lovino sighs, not able to find it in himself to be a dick.

“Look, this guy was threatening you, okay? I couldn’t just do nothing…”

With that, he turns his head away in embarrassment. There. He confessed. Nothing to be ashamed of now, so leave him be!

If he saw the way Feli’s face lit up at those words, so bright and happy as if he’d just opened up a box full of kittens, he’d just be even more embarrassed about the whole thing.

“You do care!”

Feliciano throws his arms around Lovino and snuggles him tight. There’s surprisingly little protest.

“Yeah, yeah, of course I do.”

Lovino returns the hug loosely, a slight smile forcing its way to his lips. He really does love this affectionate little dork. Even though he cries a lot and always follows him around and seems to come in at the worst times (like when he’s trying to seduce his girlfriend, thanks for ruining it, Feli)… All the kids who pick on him are fucking assholes.

If Lovino with his big bad self wasn’t there, there’s no telling what would’ve become of Feli. One of the first times they’d met, some guy was harassing him, and things very well could’ve gotten physical if Lovino hadn’t stepped in. Contrary to popular belief, he was very against bullying. Just because he had piercings and shit, people thought he was some sort of bad boy. It was stupid.

Even Feliciano was intimidated by Lovino at first, but he was also so grateful he’d saved him. Actually, grateful was an understatement. The kid literally followed Lovino around for days after the incident. And it had been annoying as hell at first, but eventually Lovino decided that having this cute lil guy following him around wasn’t so bad after all.

Feliciano returns to patching him up. He’s humming a little tune as he works and swaying back and forth. It’s the adorable things like this that make Lovino not really mind getting some bruises every now and then. He doesn’t even complain when Feli places another bright pink bandaid right on his cheek. Back in the day, he’d protest, acting as if those brightly colored bandages were the bane of his existence, but overtime, he’d come to like them. They were another little thing he associated with Feli.

“Done~” Feliciano sings when he finishes at last.

He’d just put on the last bandaid and tossed a bloodied rag in the trash.

Lovino scoots off the counter and stands on the floor. “Finally,” he mutters, turning around to glance in the mirror. Half of his face is covered in neon colored bandages. He looks like a fool and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Waaait,” Feliciano whines, tugging on Lovino’s sleeve to get his attention. “I haven’t kissed you better yet.”

The pout on his face says it all. His best friend is such a child. Lovino swears he does it on purpose sometimes, the manipulative little shit. He only grumbles as he plops his butt back down on the counter.

Feliciano looks pleased. He always had to kiss Lovino’s wounds before letting him go. It was their little ritual. Maybe it’s silly, but he doesn’t care.This way he was sure to get better fast! Love’s the best medicine, after all.

He kisses the bruise on Lovino’s arm and the pile of bandages on his cheek, but then when it comes to his busted lip, Feli freezes, cheeks turning pink.

Lovino’s lips quirk in amusement, but he’s also a little confused… Okay, so Feliciano will walk in on him in the shower like it was nothing, just two bros hanging out with one of them butt naked, nothing unusual! But he wouldn’t kiss Lovino on the lips. Wow. This kid had the weirdest fucking morals.

“Hey,” Lovino says. “I don’t have all day.”

Feliciano’s head snaps up and his face grows warm. He had been staring at Lovino’s lips.

“R-Right! Sorry.”

It was just a kiss. No, not even a kiss. He was just kissing his friend’s wounds better, and one of those wounds happened to be on his lip, but that didn’t make it a kiss or anything! …Did it?

Feli was so flustered by the thought. He was going to kiss the guy he had a huge crush on. On the lips. You can’t blame him for panicking, okay! These kind of opportunities don’t just happen!

It seems he was taking too long to initiate things because Lovino suddenly sighs, leans in, and quickly brushes his lips over Feli’s before the other can even comprehend what was happening.

“There.”

Feliciano just stands there for a moment, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. Then he finally takes in what just happened and blushes furiously. There’s the slight metallic taste of blood on his lips, but he doesn’t even care. His crush just kissed him.

Lovino is incredibly amused by Feli’s reaction, assuming he’s only so flustered because he’s super innocent. Not even for a moment does it cross his mind that it could be because the boy has a crush on him or anything.

“Quit being so gay,” Lovino teases as he hops off the counter. “It was just a kiss.”

Just a kiss, just a kiss… That was easy for him to say.

Feliciano looks up at him, still a little shellshocked from the whole ordeal. He thanks God that he hadn’t given himself away, that Lovino was so casual about this. He should’ve been more casual about it, too. It’s not like he’s never kissed anyone before. But… things were always so different with Lovino.

For one, he was another guy, and definitely not Feli’s type either (and Feli wasn’t exactly sure what his type was, but he knew it wasn’t the, uh, scary ones). Lovino made him feel things that pretty girls never made him feel. He made him feel loved and safe, safe from the world and everything in it.

“Right!” he squeaks, after a moment of silence. “I just wasn’t expecting it is all!”

Lovino’s amused smirk does nothing to help Feliciano’s flustered state, and he pouts slightly in response.

“Whatever, let’s just get out of this cramped bathroom.”

“I’ll cook something for you,” Feliciano says, quickly changing the subject to something he knows Lovino couldn’t resist: food.

It works, because Lovino stops mid door-opening and perks up.

“Hell yeah.”

[rainedrop777]

The Adventures of Spidey-Prom!

Seriously it’s probably not healthy how much I love Spiderman!Prompto! I didn’t know I needed it until @destiny-islanders drew the freaking CUTEST art for it. Please check it out. It’s good for the soul, trust me.

Anyway, enjoy this little bit inspired by their art! :D HOPE YOU ENJOY!

“This is your costume?”

Ignis’ voice rang almost shrilly in the small apartment complex, but Prompto was far too busy checking out the newest wounds to his body to pay much attention to what the man was saying - instead, he puffed out his chest and propped his hands on his hips, admiring the new slim and toned muscles that stood out starkly in the bad lighting.

“It sure is!” Prompto replied boldly, eyes squinting as pride welled in his chest.

So what if those thugs had landed a few hits and made him look like a bruised potato - he’d totally won in the end.

“It’s a cotton sweatshirt.” Ignis replied flatly, his widened eyes were evidence of his complete horror of the aspect as he held up the tattered garment of clothing.

“It’s not just a sweatshirt,” The blond replied, a small pout forming on his face as spun on his feet to swipe away the bloody clothes. “It’s my identity. Every superhero needs one.” He explained readily, ruffling out the sweater to examine the newest tears and ruffles. “It’s a part of me now.” He dramatically hugged the cloth to his chest, a small smirk forming on the edge of his lips as he thought about his most recent venture -

...that...hadn’t gone...exactly as planned…

But he’d still won!

Prompto could visibly see Ignis roll his eyes from the side, the older man reaching up a hand to adjust his glasses in an exasperated show of exhaustion. “Prompto, do you believe the police simply roll out of bed in the morning and seek out the local gangs in a pair of joggers and a sweatshirt? Their attire consists of at least some sort of protection - a bullet proof vest -”

“Pah -” Prompto interrupted with a scoff, waving a hand in front of him. “Last time I checked, cops can’t climb up freaking walls and lift a car without breakin’ a sweat.” The blond propped his hands on his hips and shot Ignis a wink, which the man returned with a twitch of his eyebrow that Prompto had quickly come to realize was onset to a migraine. “‘Sides,” he waved a hand as he tossed back the article of clothing, “I need my costume to be flexible, ya know - gotta make way for these babies.”

Another eye twitch followed when Prompto flexed his arms in the white tank top he was now donning, though he let out a sharp hiss of pain as he grabbed at his newly bandaged arm.

“How formidable.” Ignis replied dully, shaking his head as he stared down at the sweater.

“So are ya gonna sew it or not? I’m probably gonna need it by tomorrow. Duty calls, ya know.”

Ignis’s hands flopped down in front of him as he stared deadpan at the younger man. “You’re not seriously going to do this again -” Ignis cut himself off as he slapped a hand to his forehead before scrubbing it dramatically down his face. “Prompto - you’ve barely a grasp on your abilities, why on earth you are so eager to get yourself killed!?”

“‘Cause a superhero’s work is never done! It’s like Cor said -” He cleared his throat and straightened up to mimic the man, “With great power comes great responsibility. And uh - I’ve got great power now - so might as well be greatly responsible with it and kick some bad guy butt!”

The sound of the buzzing cars outside the tiny apartment complex was the only sound audible as Ignis’s green eyes bore holes into Prompto’s own, and the young man couldn’t help but fidget nervously under the gaze.

After a moment a long, very Ignis-y sigh escaped from the older man’s mouth, the glasses on his face sliding down slightly as he once again stared at the sweater that might as well have been a piece of trash for all the way that he regarded it.

“I cannot believe you’ve worn this for the last three months and survived.” Green-eyes flashed up to Prompto as he held up the sweater. “You’re either brilliant and sufficient, or incredibly stupid and lucky. My bet is on the ladder.” Almond lips pressed together as he made his way over to the small dresser drawer that held various needles and thread.

“Orrr - just super awesome -”

“Or perhaps an utter moron -”

“Could a moron do this!?”

“Do - WHA -”

Ignis’s voice was immediately cut off when Prompto skipped over to where he was and effortlessly braced a hand under his back and on his thighs, effortlessly pushing against them to  lift the man above his head with a loud laugh.

“Howd’ya like that - eh, Ignis!?”

“PROMPTO! Put me down this INSTANT!” Was his friend’s immediate retort, the struggle that he was giving against him making Prompto’s arms quiver slightly - but not nearly enough to undo his hold.

Prompto barked out another laugh, keeping his arms locked even as Ignis squirmed above him. “Not such a moron now, huh?”

“Prompto Argentum, I swear to the Astrals if you do not set me down in two seconds -!”

“Alright, alright -”

Prompto heard Ignis yelp slightly when the younger man released his grip entirely, stepping back just enough so that he could catch Ignis in his waiting arms, dodging a swipe to his head before he set the man back down on his feet.

“You ever do such a thing again…” Ignis huffed, shooting him a vicious glare as he straightened out his ruffled sleeves.

The blond chuckled, stepping his way back over to the mirror, “So how’s about it - gonna help me? Wanna be my sidekick?” Prompto chippered as if he hadn’t just lifted the taller, more muscular man like a dumbbell. He rubbed his arm slightly as the slight strain had flared the ache in his bruised muscles.

A scoff followed the remark, “I’ll have to pass, thank you.” Ignis replied with a knowing glare in his direction, but, regardless, proceeded to pick up the needle and thread that was situated on the dresser.

“Whelp - position is open if you ever wanna apply!” Prompto replied with a happy smile, turning back to face the mirror.

He wish he could say that the muscles that he now admired in the mirror before him were from the months of hard work, and to be honest, he had been working hard to improve himself for a while now, but this type of improvement wasn’t exactly his doing.

Three months ago was when everything changed. Everything.

He’d been a scrawny kid three months ago - lacking confidence to approach anyone...especially a certain prince-like classmate of his that he’d admired since grade school. It’s not as though they hadn’t known about each other, and Prompto had managed to muster the courage to say hello and introduce himself on the first day of high school, but it was only recently that he’d felt that they’d made significant strides in their relationship when Prompto finally gained the confidence to make it a point to become his friend - and it was going very well.

Prompto was suddenly very glad that Ignis was focused on sewing the sweatshirt as a noticeable flush crawled up the blond’s neck and face - no wait - his entire body.

He’d decided to return the favor the gods had, for some reason, chosen to give him and fight evil in the world in repayment for this new life he was living - and well...yeah that part needed some work, but he was doing his best! Just tonight he’d managed to stop a robbery of a sweet older lady. The thugs hadn’t seen him coming at all - but, unfortunately, Prompto was still a bit shabby when it came to the fighting...so he’d taken home a few bruises and cuts as souvenirs, but he’d still beat their asses, called the cops, and saved the day.

Though, if it wasn’t for Ignis he probably would be in way worse shape - the man was pretty good at dressing his wounds. Ignis had found out about a week ago who he truly was...how the man was able to see through him he’d never know. Prompto still wasn’t sure he believed Ignis’s reasoning of “you’ve been behaving oddly. It seemed the most likely conclusion” - it was like he just knew. Maybe Ignis had his own spidey-sense - either way, despite that, tonight was the first night that Ignis had seen his outfit -

Psh. Who cared what he thought. His outfit was awesome. And...yeah no one would know that was him...right?

If he kept up like this, trained himself a bit - he was certain he’d become an awesome comic book superhero in no time - how hard could it be?

He shook his head, smiling to himself.

He couldn’t believe he was actually having these thoughts.

Three months ago...yeah - everything had changed.

~

Three months ago:

Prompto’s hands clasped behind his back as he stared at the large city around him, eyes squinting slightly at the morning sun that shone brightly down upon the research facility. The group of his high school classmates milled around the entrance to the building, waiting for instruction from their teacher, Mr. Weskham, to allow them in to begin the tour of the arachnid center they were about to visit.

To be honest, he didn’t really care too much about that, he was just hoping that a certain friend of his didn’t over sleep the field trip today.

He adjusted his glasses with his hand as he looked around, bouncing excitedly on his feet as the anticipation to get inside chewed at him.

He loved this stuff. He didn’t like spiders too much...but the tech inside was going to blow his mind - he could feel it. Maybe he’d even get a chance to browse one of their computers - maybe log away a few notes for the one that he was currently building himself.

Psh. Noct was right. He really was a technophile.

Ah, speak of the devil.

Prompto chuckled to himself as he briefly saw what must have been a knowing exchange between him and his father as they talked behind the windows of the flashy car, and a second later the door opened and out stepped Noct - also known as the Prince of Insomnia Inc. He saw the young man toss his dad a look over his shoulder as he straightened out his backpack, and it was with a roll of his eyes that he turned back to make his way up the stairs and away from the car.

Prompto was satisfied to see Noct’s face noticeably morph into something softer and - well - less annoyed as he trotted up the stairs. Prompto tossed him a happy wave which Noct returned with a nod.

“Heyaz!” The blond piped cheerily, his heart thudding in a familiar sense of excitement at the sight of the handsome face.

“Hey.” Noct responded with an easy smile, the typical mellowness of his tone somehow sending another spike of adrenaline through his heart.

“Ready to check out some creepy crawlies?” Prompto wiggled his fingers at the dark-haired teen’s face before he adjusted the camera strap around his neck, falling into a steady pace beside Noct as they walked up the stairs.

“I’m more ready to take a nap.”

“Dude, the lecture hasn’t even started yet.”

Noct let out a loud yawn, stretching his arms out on either side of him. “Exactly.”

Prompto chuckled, pausing slightly as he lifted the camera up to his face to snap a picture of the large building.

Field trip day was always interesting, especially when it involved checking out the nastiest things on earth - Prompto hated bugs, hated them. But he couldn’t deny that he was somewhat fascinated by them as well. Just because they were ugly didn’t mean they couldn’t be interesting, and besides, he was more interested in the technology they were bound to see in the research facility.

~

“Dude...this is the most advanced electron microscope on the Eastern Seaboard…” Prompto’s voice dripped with awe as he stared wide-eyed at the giant device in front of him, his hands fumbling with the camera to snap a few pictures.

“Wow.” Noct mumbled from beside him, clearly disinterested as they followed the voice of the woman ahead of them.

“For example, the delena spider, family sparassidae, has the ability to jump to catch its prey.”

“Eww…” Noct whispered, though his disgust clearly gave way to his curiosity as he leaned forward to observe the spider that the woman was talking about, head tilting as he noticed the little bug do exactly what she described as it jumped from one small twig to the next in its cage.

Prompto chuckled, though he stepped up next to Noct and lifted his camera to his face.

“For the school paper?” Prompto asked, eyes questioning as he looked up at the lecturer.

She offered him a side smile and nodded in permission.

He angled the camera so that he was able to zoom in on the little arachnid - but he grunted when he felt himself shoved from behind, the picture he was about to take snapped a lovely, blurry picture of the small hide instead of the spider.

Prompto furrowed his brows as he looked behind him, noting the obviously satisfied sneer of the blond that stood behind him.

Loqi.

“Leave him alone.” Noct snarled, glaring vehemently at the other blond.

“Or what?” One of Loqi’s lackeys lip curled in challenge.

“Or his father will fire your father.” Loqi sneered, shoving Noct slightly as he got into his face. “What’s daddy gonna do - sue me?”

Prompto almost jumped forward when he noticed Noct’s fist twitch at his side - but he was saved the trouble of holding him back when the dirty-blond was suddenly grabbed by the arm as Mr. Weskham pulled him back, shooting the both of them a harsh glare.

“What is going on?” He hissed, glaring at all four of them. When no one answered, his voice darkened in seriousness. “The next person who talks will fail this course. Understood?”  

The four remained silent, but Prompto’s heart skipped a beat when Noct reached behind him and grabbed his arm, pulling him forward and away from the small scene.

“Tsch.” The dark-haired teen scoffed, releasing Prompto’s arm as they made their way around the shelves.

“Those guys are jerks.” Prompto mumbled from beside him, earning a very Noct-like smile in return.

He loved those smiles.

“Yeah.” He mumbled, taking a breath as he looked around them.

Prompto watched as Noct milled around in front of him, bending slightly to look at the small collection of spiders that were neatly stacked in the plastic caging. “Yuuuucckkk…”

Prompto chuckled at the noise, but lifted his camera regardless. “Hey -”

Noct turned to face him, eyebrow quirking when he noticed the camera.

“I need one with a student in it.” Violet-blue eyes sparkled when Noct smiled, making a show of adjusting his tie.

“Don’t make me look ugly.” Noct said, eyes half-lidded with a small smirk as he propped an arm up on the small shelf.

Prompto could feel the heat bloom in his cheeks as he chuckled smally, looking shyly down at his camera as he readied it. “Oh, that’s impossible.” He almost hoped Noct hadn’t heard him, but the smile that his friend gave was evidence enough that he had. “Alrighty…” The blond stepped back slightly, angling the camera by his blushing face so that he captured a good view of the microscope and various arachnids with Noct by the side.

Prompto chuckled as Noct smiled easily for the shot, and he clicked the camera several times to snap the picture. “Alriiigghhhttt -” The blond’s face lit up in another bright smile as Noct posed again, pointing to the various spiders next to him. He knew the pictures he was taking now weren’t necessarily of the spiders or microscope...

Heh. These ones didn’t necessarily have to be in the school paper…

“Argentum! Caelum!”

Prompto and Noct’s head whipped over to where Weshkham stood, arms folded against his chest. They could see the rest of the class a good distance ahead of them.

Noct shot Prompto a look before he reluctantly moved ahead, and Prompto rapidly scrambled to put the cover back on the lens before he made to follow -

“YEEOW!”

The liquid fire pain that shot through Prompto’s hand in that instant was enough to send him stumbling back as his hand whipped back from the sudden, intense pain that tore through it. His face contorted into shock as he grasped at his hand, looking down to see a red circle surrounding white, blotchy skin - with two small dots in the center. His heart beat rapidly as he looked down at the ground - just in time to see a tiny spot of an oddly colored spider scramble away underneath a nearby shelf.

“Shit…” He breathed, brows pinching as the pain circling the bite mark dulled to something hot and numb.

“Chop, chop, Prompto!”

The blond’s head whipped up as he saw Noct a small ways away from him, waving him over with a patient smile.

He waved his hand once, hoping that it would alleviate some of the pain, but Noct’s smile was drawing him forward, and he donned an easy smile as he skipped his way towards his friend -

Doing his very best to ignore the sickening feeling pooling in his stomach and the small pain that was trickling up his arm.

Little did he know that from that moment on, his destiny had completely changed.

Hope you guys enjoyed! I LOVED WRITING THIS! SO MUCH FUN - thank you again to @destiny-islanders for making such awesome art - really made my day. :D

Stay tuned for more adventures with Spidey-Prom! :D

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Chapter 7- His Trial

Wilson’s a mess right now, both physically and emotionally.

Chapter Rating: PG-13, but just barely.

All eyes were on Wilson as he stepped up to where the defendants stood before his little sister.

"He pleads not guilty." Wilson said again, this time more seriously.

"What happened to no lawyers, Wilson?" Willow raised an eyebrow.

"Please, just hear me out!" He begged. No way had he kissed a murderer last night. No way. "I say he couldn't have done it because the blades of the weapons carried by his clones simply could not have made the same marks the weapon used on Wickerbottom made!"

"Show me your proof." Willow challenged. In this moment, she was less like a sister and more like a real judge. The difference was enough to make Wilson visibly cringe.

"Help me carry the body over and I'll show it to you." Wilson retorted, mimicking his sister by crossing his arms. Willow considered this for a moment and nodded. The two wandered over to where Wickerbottom's corpse lay.

"Have you gone mad?!" Willow whispered as the two hoisted up the old librarian. "You're defending this man, after all that's happened?"

"I went mad a long time ago, dear sister." Wilson smiled weakly. "Just listen to me, okay? It'll all make sense in a moment. Besides, we have no proof Wigfrid's actually telling the truth." At least, for now they didn't. Bruises had already begun to form on the body, and the sight nearly made Wilson vomit on the spot. Despite this, however, the two managed to lift and carry the body over to the makeshift podium on which Willow had stood. They set it down and Wilson unbuttoned the shirt collar again, revealing the gaping neck wound.

"As you can see," Wilson pointed out the sides of the wound. "This cut was made rather sloppily, and was clearly made with a serrated blade. Maxwell's movements with a sword are too precise, and the blade of said sword are perfectly straight and deadly sharp. While it's an interesting accusation to make, Wigfrid, evidence shows there's no way his sword could have made this cut."

Wigfrid sneered at him. "Oh really. And how can you be so sure? Maybe he messed up his cut on purpose to make it seem-"

"No." Wilson cut her off. "Not possible. The shape of the blade helps determine how the skin is cut, in that I mean it shapes the wound itself. If the cut was smooth, the wound would be neater than this. This was a sloppy job, almost like the person holding the weapon had difficulty handling it." He smiled. "It wouldn't be easy to slice a person's throat with the serrated blade of a spear, would it, Wigfrid?"

The crowd gasped.

"What?! Like I said, I LOVED Wickerbottom! I could never do it!"

"Maybe not." Wilson nodded. "But let me show you why it couldn't have been Maxwell, either." He turned to the taller man next to him. "Pull out the Codex Umbra."

Maxwell looked surprised. "Excuse me?"

"Did I stutter?" Wilson cocked his head. "Do it." 'It may be your only chance of being proven innocent.'

Carefully, Maxwell retrieved the Codex Umbra from his inventory.

"Good. Now summon a shadow clone." Wilson commanded, his stare unbreaking and equally as serious as the one his sister wore.

Maxwell mumbled a spell in what sounded like Latin and a shadow clone appeared next to him, sword in hand.

Wilson nodded and rolled up his shirt sleeve.

"What are you doing?" The magician asked uneasily. No one else spoke, but the tone in the man's voice was present in emotion form in the eyes of everyone around him. The scientist held his arm out without a second thought.

"Have him cut my arm." He tilted his head back slightly.

"Wilson, I-"

"DO IT!" Wilson roared in a tone he did not expect to come from himself. Maxwell, taken aback, glanced over at his shadow clone, pointing at Wilson's arm. Wilson shut his eyes as the clone swiftly cut a medium-sized gash in Wilson's arm.

Holy shit. The scientist saw white, the pain was so great. Carefully and with shaking hands he dried the blood seeping out of the cut off with his sleeve. He managed a weak grin and held it up next to the cut in Wickerbottom's neck.

"Observe." He managed to croak out. "The wounds are not a match."

Everyone gasped again, and this time Wilson couldn't tell if it was because he was bleeding profusely or if it was because Wigfrid had been proven wrong.

"Wilson, you idiot!" Willow hissed. "Your arm!"

"I don't care about my arm." Wilson shot back. "I care that the wrong person is about to get framed for a crime he didn't commit."

"What other proof do you have that I did it?" Wigfrid rolled her eyes. "Besides a bloody arm, of course, which doesn't prove shit."

"Not so fast." Wilson grinned again. "Hand me your spear."

"Wilson Percival Higgsbury, I swear to god, don't do it." Willow mumbled, loud enough for her brother to hear her.

"Well," Wilson replied as he took the spear from Wigfrid. "The thing about that is, I'm going to do it." Quickly he sliced another gap in his arm, right next to the one the shadow clone had made, and for a split second he saw that blinding white again.

"Ah..." He bit his lip. "Fuck, that hurt." He dried the blood off the spear head best he could and handed it back. He looked down at the wound, and his eyes widened.

"Wait a minute..." Willow grabbed his arm and looked from the new cut to the one in the corpse's throat.

"Oh no." Wilson's heart sank.

The wounds weren't a match here, either.

The group of people behind them exploded into chatter.

"Maybe that wasn't the best way of determining what made that." Woodie offered.

"Possibly not." Wilson winced. "Wes? Can you bring over some healing salve and bandages, please? God, this hurts..."

"You shouldn't have done that, then, idiot!" Willow grabbed her brother's other arm and slapped him across the face with his own hand. Wilson was startled for a moment and then smiled.

"Guess I sorta deserved that, didn't I?" He laughed.

"Yeah. Yeah ya did. Hurting yourself like that..." Willow mumbled as Wes brought the medical supplies over and the woman began to treat her brother's wounds.

"I just...uh..." He didn't want to admit the real reason for him sticking up for Maxwell. Not here. Not now. Maybe not even ever, if he could help it. "I realized that thing about the blades at the last minute. Sorry. I should have considered such a thing sooner."

"Yeah, well, too late for that." Willow huffed and finished bandaging his arm. "There. Cut yourself again and I'll personally burn one of those curls of your hair. You know, the ones that form the W shape."

"Alright, alright. Calm down." He looked over at Wigfrid and Maxwell, who stood there awkwardly. "What are we gonna do about..."

"Oh, yeah." Willow sighed. "Uh, hey, guys..." She tried to get the attention of the three standing behind the accused. They stopped talking and piped to attention. "I'm afraid we're going to have to suspend the interrogation for now. We just don't have any tangible evidence pointing to either of them being the criminal."

"Then who could have done it?" Wigfrid demanded.

"Actually," Woodie stepped forward. "I know I should have said something about this sooner, but after hearing what these two had to say, what I saw or think I saw was confirmed."

"Saw or think you saw?" Willow reiterated, eyebrows raising  in surprise. She and her brother exchanged uneasy glances.

"Go on." Wilson prompted.

"Well...what Wigfrid said about the shadows. I think I saw one over there, by the tree, just before I went to bed. Maxwell and Wilson were still...doing god knows what by the tree farm, and Wigfrid and Willow were still chatting with the young'ns. I saw a woman standing there, but I thought it was a hallucination. It wasn't Wickerbottom, I'll tell you that." He paused. "She was a bit taller. Short hair. She wore an all black dress, I think, but it may have just been the darkness. This was shortly before I heard Wickerbottom announce she felt ill, too."

Wilson's heart jumped up into his throat. "Did..." He drew in a shaky breath. "Did she wear a hat, too?"

"Couldn't tell. She was too far back for me to see." Woodie shook his head.

The scientist began to tremble and his stomach felt like it was collapsing on itself. A woman in a black dress with short hair. The image that immediately came to mind was that of the woman he'd met in the nightmare he had two nights ago. He reached over and squeezed Willow's hand, eyes fixed on the ground.

"Wilson, what's wrong? You're shaking like a freezing animal and you've gone at least three shades paler!" His sister cupped his chin sternly, forcing him to look back up at her. He could see in her eyes that she felt the same uneasiness, though. He wondered why.

"Dismiss the case for now." He whispered hoarsely. "We need to talk later about this."

Willow nodded. "Woodie, thanks for this information. The case will be suspended for now. Wilson and I need time to talk this over, and I'm sure you all need to recover from the initial shock of this morning's events. In the meantime, we need to figure out what to do with this body." She let go of Wilson's hand and glanced down at the corpse of the old librarian, once named Wickerbottom, her face becoming serious again.

~~

They buried her by the flower garden, not too far from the bee boxes. Webber and Wendy locked hands and didn't say a word the whole time. The Higgsbury siblings helped dig the hole, and then lowered the corpse inside. Everyone took turns placing a flower onto the body before burying it. No one said anything. They were all too weighted down with grief.

The day moved on painstakingly slow. No one really spoke to one another. Maxwell and Wigfrid glowered at each other from across the fire pits. Wendy kept mumbling something into Abigail's flower. Wes and Woodie sat passing notes by the stone wall. From the looks on their faces, they weren't writing about anything happy.

"This is so depressing." Willow mumbled. She sat with her brother at the fire pit nearest the tents, where they were last night. She had tied her hair back into pigtails and twirled one in between her fingers. "No one's eating. No one's talking. No one's so much as moving." She sighed. "I wish I had known her better so I didn't feel so morbid for not mourning too."

Wilson sighed. "I've known her since she came here, but for some reason I don't think I'm as sad as they are. The only thing that's really, really shaken me here is the thought of you being...well. You know."

Willow nodded. "I wonder if this would have still happened if I came."

"Maybe. Maybe not." Wilson shrugged. "There's just no way of telling." He reached over and grabbed Willow's hand, something he didn't even realize he did until she squeezed his hand. He figured it was just a reflex move, since being with Willow had a strange calming effect on him most of the time. It had always been this way. When he was upset, or she was upset, they'd hug it out or hold hands to relieve tension. Wilson wondered if physical contact was scientifically a good way to relieve tension, because it certainly felt like it.

Dusk fell quicker than expected. Everyone promptly went to their tents when it happened.

"Looks like everyone's emotionally exhausted." Willow observed the mass exodus of people to their tents carefully. "Wait, where's Maxwell?"

Wilson spied the man at the tree farm, leaning against a pine. Funnily enough, it was the same one Wilson had leaned against the night before, or at least it looked like the same tree.

"Over there." He said, flatly as he could muster.

"Perfect. Do we have any more alcohol?" Willow asked. Wilson raised an eyebrow.

"I think so, why?"

"Pour me a glass, will you? I wanna talk over this murder case a little more with you." Willow crossed one leg over the other and rested her chin on her hand as she began to think. Wilson got up and wandered over to the icebox, grabbing a glass of the wine-like liquor and poured a glass for himself and his sister, adding ice chunks as an extra touch.

"Here you go." He sat across from her at the fire pit and handed her the marble cup. She took a small sip of hers.

"Amazing. Tastes like I'm swallowing fire. Thank you." She smiled. "Now, about this damned murder. Who do you think did it?"

"No idea." Her brother admitted, eyes fixed on the roaring flames between them. "Evidence shows both sides are innocent. Then what Woodie said..." He sighed. "The most disturbing thing about it is, his story actually holds water. If another person was involved, it would explain why we don't have any evidence pointing to any of the people currently living here. But who could it be? We just have no way of knowing." He groaned.

Willow nodded thoughtfully. "Quick question...and I know this is completely unrelated, but I've been itching to know. What were you and Maxwell doing at that tree farm? It's a bit suspicious, you know. I wonder why Wigfrid didn't pull you into that mess, accusing you of being his accomplice."

Wilson tensed up. "You really want to know?"

The look Willow gave him next was enough to tell him that she meant business. "Tell me. I've never kept a secret from you in my life, other than the one about reading your study materials, but you never asked so I never told." She shrugged.

"I at least wouldn't have tried to throw them out if you had told me." He chuckled. "Fine...if you really want to know, he looked like something was bugging him all day, and since he helped get an emotional load off my back a few nights ago, I figured I'd do the same for him." He shrugged, hoping she'd leave it at that.

"Damn. What was it that you two were out there for so long?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "Were you two..."

"No!" Wilson turned about six shades of red in the face. "I'll admit, we did...kiss...but--"

"Ha! I knew there was something between you two!" Willow grinned and took another swig of liquid. "So you stuck up for him because you didn't want to believe you kissed a murderer. Is that it?"

Wilson nodded sheepishly. "The thing I told you about how I realized last-minute the thing about weapons is true, though."

Willow nodded. "I see." She stared off into space for a moment. "If it makes you feel any better, I had planned to ask Wigfrid to date me, but..." She shook her head. "Her enjoyment from making Maxwell look bad in the interrogation session today is making me have second thoughts. Maybe she did do it."

"I can't stop thinking about what Woodie said about that woman in the black dress." Wilson admitted. "I mean, I think I've seen something like that before, but..."

"When?!" Willow demanded, leaning forward.

"Well, in a dream." Wilson admitted sheepishly. "I didn't say anything since...well, a dream's not good evidence for much of anything, other than your brain was busy that night."

The two laughed uneasily.

"Between you and me." Willow replied, her voice low. "I think I may have seen the same woman in last night's nightmare. Short, black hair, with a hat and dress of the same color. Black gloves. Red feather in her hat. God...what's wrong?"

Wilson had gone pale again. The description Willow gave matched up perfectly with the woman he'd seen in his own nightmare. The scene where she tried to get him to shoot her replayed in his mind, her accent adding a strange and eerie touch to the calm, clearness of her commands.

'Ten, nine, eight...' He could still hear it even now.

"I'd rather not talk about it." He blurted. "The dream...god, Willow, it was horrible. I couldn't move and she tried to..." He paused an drew in a shaky breath. "Tried to get me to shoot you. But I wouldn't do it, so she killed me instead. Then I woke up..." He shivered. "God, I mean it when I say I don't have the words to describe how glad I was to see you next to me when I woke up."

Willow had grown paler as well. "That's awful. Sounds a lot like the dream I had, only..." She bit her lip. "I watched her try to coerce you into shooting me instead."

The two were deadly silent for what felt like forever.

"That's so creepy." Wilson shuddered after a while.

"I woke up just when she pulled the trigger." Willow shivered. "It felt so real. I wanted to cry." She smiled weakly from across the campfire at her brother. "Thank you for not doing it."

Wilson nodded. "I could never hurt you, Willow. You're my sister. I love you too much for that."

Again, the awkward silence settled over them in a blanket so thick Wilson swore he could cut it with a knife.

"Anyway, about that murder." The scientist cleared his throat. "Nothing about this is making sense. If there really was a third party involved, number one, how would we know for sure? Number two, how would we find out who they are?"

Willow sighed. "God, you know, I genuinely wish I knew." She shook her head. "Not even Scotland Yard would be able to solve this one. Not like they'd have the chance to, though." She chuckled. "Hopefully the morning will bring new answers."

"You're going to bed?" Wilson asked as his sister stood up.

"I am. Here's my cup. Don't stay up too late, please. You need rest as well." She cautioned and handed Wilson her marble cup, still half full of liquid.

"I'll come to bed soon." He reassured her. "I just need more time to think. This is the most interesting topic I've been tasked to deal with in a while."

Willow nodded. "Have fun, I guess." She flipped out her lighter and used it to guide herself back to the tent. Wilson poured the remainder of his sister's drink into his own cup and set the empty one in the soft grass below the log on which he sat. He kept his eyes fixed on the flames as he began to review what had been gathered as evidence that day, and wrote out a list in his head.

-Both Maxwell's sword and Wigfrid's spear were shown to have been unable to cause the wound

-No bloody clothing or weapons were found

-Wickerbottom stated she wasn't feeling well on the night she was murdered, showing that she may have been poisoned with spoiled food

-The body was dragged to a tree, presumably so that we would find it more quickly

-Her throat was slit and then covered by her shirt collar

-Died with her palms facing up, showing relaxation in death

-Eyes were closed. Possibly killed in her sleep.

His head ached as he tried to piece the clues together. Nothing was making sense, third party theory or not. He sighed and downed about half the cup of liquor, knowing it wasn't a good idea but did it anyway, sort of like what he did with his arm.

He couldn't help but wonder how Maxwell had felt about that. The tone in his voice and the uneasiness in his actions hinted at genuine concern, but Wilson was not about to jump to conclusions.

"You and Willow are quite close, aren't you?" Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Well, Wilson hadn't exactly spoke of him in that moment, but still.

"Evening, Maxwell." Wilson greeted the magician flatly, not breaking his one-sided stare at the conflagration before him. "That we are. We're practically the same person, honestly. Anyhow, what're you here for?"

"Can I sit down?"

Wilson looked up at him and nodded, moving over a little. The magician sat on the log next to him, a bit awkwardly.

"I wanted to thank you for what you did for me today." He said to the scientist. "Without you, I think your sister would have my head on a stick right now."

Wilson nodded. "To be honest with you, you're right. Wigfrid had some good points out there. Very convincing, for the most part. The way she delivered the evidence sort of gave away the fact that she couldn't have been telling the truth, though, at least not to me." He chuckled sadly. "Damn. The woman you brought here was a hair away from taking your life away. I don't even think she knows you're why she's here."

"Probably not. I'm genuinely flattered that you did that, though." Maxwell showed a hint of a smile on his face.

"I couldn't stand the idea of you being accused, honestly." Wilson sighed. "I just...god. It didn't feel right." He looked from the fire to the magician. "That story Woodie gave about the woman...what are your thoughts?"

The magician was silent for a moment. "Chilling, to be as blunt as possible. It reminded me of someone I used to know..."

Wilson raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

Maxwell sighed. "It's a long story."

"I have time."

"I'd rather not discuss it, not in detail, anyway." The magician shuddered. "She and I...well. I used to be an actual magician, you know. I came to America from England to find somewhere I could start preforming. I met her there. Charlie was her name. She became my assistant. A freak accident is what brought us here. I'd...really not say much else, other than the Codex Umbra was involved."

Questions burned in Wilson's mind, but he decided not to ask them. "So this 'Charlie' woman...what does she look like?"

"Roughly the same as what Woodie described. Short, black hair. Shorter than me but taller than you, though to be honest it's not hard for anyone to be taller than you or Willow." He teased with a smirk.

"Oh, shut up."

"Sorry, sorry." The taller man couldn't help but laugh anyways. Wilson had to admit, while the joke was making fun of him, his laugh was nice. His smile dropped quickly, though. "Her dress is different. It wasn't all black last I saw it, but I wouldn't be surprised if it changed somehow. She didn't wear a hat, either. Just a rose in her hair."

"What side?"

"Pardon?"

"What side of her head did she wear it on?" Wilson reiterated.

"Ah...right, I think."

Wilson sucked in his breath. "Strange..."

Maxwell nodded. "Don't press any further. Please. It's not good to talk about someone who's listening, especially when that someone is someone like Charlie. Maybe we can re-visit this topic later, but tonight...."

"...someone who's listening?" Wilson repeated. "Excuse me? How would she be--?"

"Remember. Both of us were brought here. Together. Who do you think is on the shadow throne now? It has to be somebody." Maxwell crossed one leg over the other and waited for the puzzle pieces to click in the other's head.

Wilson's eyes widened in realization. "Oh. Oh." He swallowed nervously. "Makes sense, but I don't understand how she could have..."

Maxwell shook his head. "You know, me neither. It was an idea that just made sense, so it's the explanation I go with for why the shadows haven't personally taken one of us to sit on that damn throne. It also explains how you got off of it."

Wilson nodded thoughtfully. He had known that freeing Maxwell would result in him ending up on the shadow throne, and he remembered sitting there in that hallway, his sanity draining rapidly, but he can't seem to remember how he'd gotten off of it.

It was almost like his memory of it had been wiped clean of the event somehow.

"Wilson." Maxwell placed a hand on the other's shoulder. "You're shaking."

The scientist looked down at his hands and saw that Maxwell was right. "Oh. Yeah..." He swallowed nervously. "I think I may have dreamed about her, or at least a woman like her. I knew I was dreaming when it happened, but I couldn't control anything in the dream. And you know, you'd think that would be possible since it's your dream. You can control it, if you know how. And I do. But no. I couldn't control shit except where I looked and what I said." A lump formed in his throat. "She made me...tried to make me...shoot my sister..." Tears prickled in his eyes. "And when I wouldn't do it, she shot me instead."

Maxwell drew in a sharp breath. "Oh, good god. That doesn't sound like Charlie at all." He wrapped an arm around Wilson's shoulder and the scientist leaned in close to Maxwell's chest, shaking and trying not to cry.

"This is so scary." Wilson admitted in a voice just barely louder than a whisper. "Who's gonna be next, and when? Who's really doing this and why? I don't understand anything right now and it's pissing me off!" The trembling scientist wrapped his arms around Maxwell's waist and began to sob into his chest. "I hate this! Just when things were starting to make a turn for the better!" He whimpered and Maxwell toyed with locks of the scientist's thick black hair to try and calm him. They sat like that for a while before Wilson finally calmed down.

"Better?" Maxwell asked softly, a curly lock of hair still woven between his fingers.

"A bit, yes." Wilson nodded into Maxwell's coat. "Sorry, I just--"

"Don't apologize." Maxwell quickly cut him off. "You're nervous and extremely frustrated. I want to help you, remember? Don't tear yourself down for getting weight off your shoulders."

The smooth calmness in the magician's voice not only eased the scientist, but charmed him as well. "T-thank you." Wilson sat up and wiped his eyes. "Your jacket..."

"Don't worry about it." Maxwell let go of the curl of hair he was holding. The two sat in silence for a moment before Wilson managed to work up the courage to turn to the man next to him, his face flushed red, though he couldn't help but wonder if the man's kindness was sincere.

"Maxwell, tell me something." He tried to make eye contact to emphasize his seriousness, but doing that was never his strong suit, so it was hard. It was a question subconsciously turning in his brain for almost an entire day now, and he thought he'd go insane if it stayed in his head any longer. Besides, he badly needed some form of distraction from this crippling feeling of dread that was practically choking him to death right now.

"Yes?"

"After we kissed last night, I, uh, wanted to know. What are we? I mean...uh...what's between us?" He looked away slightly, too embarrassed to try holding eye contact anymore.

"I'd say about five inches of space." The magician joked. Wilson looked back up at him slyly.

"Why don't we fix that?" He asked, snaking his hand up to the other man's tie and wrapping his fingers around it. Maxwell smiled, seeming to get the hint, and the two leaned in oh-so-slowly until their lips met, Wilson gently tugging on his tie to bring them closer. Maxwell's hands found their way to Wilson's slim hips, where he carefully placed them. Wilson's other hand cupped the magician's face, thumb running over his jaw slowly. The two kissed for a few seconds, pulled away for a bit, and dove right back in. An uncounted amount of kisses later, Wilson was somehow sitting on Maxwell's thigh, straddling him, both hands now against the man's chest. Maxwell's hands didn't move. He didn't want to make the other uncomfortable, not after how well this had already gone.

"You know..." Maxwell pulled away and mumbled into the smaller man's neck. "If you wanted to, we could...I don't know, date."

The idea made Wilson tense up. "You mean that?"

Maxwell nodded.

"Uh..." Wilson sighed shakily. "Listen, I'd love to, but...I really don't understand feelings, okay, so I'm having a lot of difficulty figuring this one out. But maybe, once I'm more sure of myself, we could try." He smiled sheepishly. Maxwell nodded in understanding.

"I see."

"Yeah...I've never felt like this for someone before." He admitted. "I don't know if I like women, if I'm a homosexual, or what...I've got no experience here. Why would you want me, anyway?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure." The other man sat up, removing his hands from Wilson's waist. "We're so different, honestly. You're a scientist. You prefer the more logical answers to a  problem. To you, there's always a reason for something to happen, and you won't rest until you get your answer. You're stubborn and reckless and you always look for patterns in any given situation. They help you cope. Me, on the other hand, I prefer the abstract nature of magic. I don't see why there has to be logic to everything. Some things just...happen. That's the way I like to see it, anyway. But maybe my reason for liking you is just that. The way your eyes light up when you find the solution to a problem, the way reciting patterns of numbers calms you, and your enthusiasm towards your work are, I guess, all factors for why I like you, I guess." He chuckled. "We almost balance each other out. If you saw yourself the way I did, you'd know right away why I feel the way I do." The magician blushed darkly. "Oh, god, I'm ranting. I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay." Wilson choked out, stunned. No one had ever said something to him like this before.

"Thank you." Was all he could manage before hugging the other man tightly, who promptly hugged back. Wilson screwed his eyes shut, trying desperately not to cry from the gratitude and happiness welling up inside him.

"You're welcome." Maxwell whispered, tweaking a curl of the other's thick black hair. They sat like that, hearts beating in sync, breathing steadily together, basking in the wonderfully pure feeling of a new relationship blossoming between them. A sort of fuzziness bubbled in Wilson's chest, making him feel warm. Comfortable. Finally loved by someone other than his precious little sister. If he had the choice, he'd stay like this forever, focused on nothing but the man whose arms were wrapped around him and the soft crackle of the fire behind them.

He was so consumed in these newfound feelings, in fact, didn't notice how dark it had gotten, or that three shadow hands had begun creeping out of the dark toward the rapidly fading fire that they had almost no backup fuel on hand for.