#a blink and the once small and frail boy is now a hero; part of the team who lifted the centuries long blight from the land

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no thoughts only introduction of electrical wiring to a fantasy setting (oc talk) (twilight compass)

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What if... Bonus

What if Dulsissia hadn’t died, what if she had grabbed Corin and fled? What if she met Davarax? What if…this influenced even more lives?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10a Part 10b Part10c

BONUS CHAPTER:

Dez Vizla is not pleased. There is a strange feeling in his chest. It’s an ache and yet not a physical pain. Ever since Paz had made it clear he would not be coming back with him, that weird feeling had been gnawing away at him. It’s pissing him off!

And to make his day even worse, he’s not even halfway home when some idiot decides to start shooting at his ship and gets in a lucky shot.

Dez’ ship goes down, gets snagged in the gravity pull of a planet and Dez fights hard to counter all the problems his computer warns about as he spins towards the ground. Somehow he manages to prevent dying in a ball of fire from crashing into a mountain by nose-diving into what looks to be a desert, but the impact is still powerful enough to make the nose of his ship crumble inwards and Dez screams as a piece of metal snaps his right leg seconds before the craft comes to a groaning, hissing halt.

Pain is scrambling his brain for a second, Dez gulps for air and tries to will his mind to function. Luckily he is no weakling and finally his senses start to return to him.

A quick scan reveals he’s in trouble. He’s stuck, pinned by the metal pressing on his leg, he’s bleeding from a couple of cuts and he really feels like throwing up, but these are his minor problems, real trouble comes in the shape of the ship which had shot him down landing next to his.

Five pirates emerge, armed and pleased with their imagined victory.

Dez Vizla draws his blaster, panting with pain and fury. They will regret messing with a Vizla.

Thirty minutes later, the pirates are dead, but Dez paid for it with a messy blaster hit by his collarbone and he’s bleeding bad.

Lowering his blaster, leaning his helmet back against the headrest, Dez looks up at the sky through the broken transparisteel. He exhales, knows this is something he won’t get able to get out of, and wonders if his son will even grieve his passing...

Probably not.

Clenching his jaw, Dez feels a wave of anger. If Paz had agreed to come with him, he wouldn’t be alone and dying here! This is his fault! Stupid boy. He thumps his helmet angrily at the headrest.

There is a sound, someone is climbing the hull of his ship, and Dez quickly lifts his blaster again, ready to take out whomever stupid enough to think he was completely out of the game.

Seconds later, a head pops up and someone looks into the cockpit. It’s a girl, a Zeltron, maybe around 16? She looks at him with a stern expression. “Put the blaster down.”

“Not going to happen.” Dez growls. There is blood in his mouth now. That is a bit worrying. “If you want anything from this ship, from me, you’re going to have to kill me first.”

The girl doesn’t even blink. “I don’t have to do anything but wait. You’re hurt, bad, you won’t be conscious for much longer. I can help you, but only if you give me your blaster.”

Dez snarls and aims directly at her face. “Not a chance.” He’s not stupid. She’s a scavenger with no honour and she’s after his Beskar.

The girl shrugs and disappears out of sight. Good.

She is right, though. Six and a half minute later, pain and blood-loss brings the darkness and the last thing Dez hears before falling unconscious is the sound of his blaster falling to the floor.

Dank farrik.

Death wasn’t supposed to be this uncomfortable. Dez had been certain the afterlife would greet him like the warrior hero he is and he’d reap his rewards for his dedication to his Creed, instead he feels horribly nauseous and in a lot of pain. Groaning, Dez squirms and discovers two things; he’s not dead, and he can’t really move.

Opening his eyes, Dez is relieved to see his HUD is still functional, but he’s not pleased to find himself staring up at some unfamiliar ceiling, and less so that he is apparently tied to some table in the messiest kitchen he’s ever seen.

Squirming and tugging at the restraints, Dez gasps with pain and goes limp when his leg and his shoulder flare up with pure agony.

“Lie still.” A voice says. It’s the girl. She appears in the doorway. “Your leg is broken in two places. I had to stitch up your shoulder, but move around and you will rip them out.”

Panting through the pain, Dez has to wait until he’s able to speak. “What… what do you want?”

His Beskar is still on him, she’s keeping him alive, neither make sense to him.

“Stop you from dying.”

Dez swallows, slightly worried he’s going to throw up. He’s so nauseous. “Why?”

The girl shrugs. “I’m bored.”

The answer is so ridiculous that Dez’ brain decides it is better for him to take a nap and he passes out.

Waking up, he finds his situation has not changed and no matter how much he threatens and insults her, the girl refuses to release him and seem immune to his fury. She offers him food and water, which he firmly refuses, and tends to his wound with a worrying amount of attention.

Dusk is settling outside the one window in the room when Dez is forced into humiliating himself. “Could you… please untie me?” He mutters when she changes the dressing on his leg.

“No.” She replies.

Closing his eyes, his face burning, Dez grits out the next words. “I need to… go.”

That catches her attention and she looks at him with a thoughtful frown. “Oh.” She considers it, then walks over to his side. “Fine. But I wouldn’t try anything stupid if I were you.”

“I won’t.” Dez lies.

She unties him and it takes no small amount of will-power to keep from wrapping his hands around her scrawny neck. If his shoulder hadn’t been hurting so bad, he would have done it. Instead, he lets her help him sit up and leans on her as he slowly hobbles towards the tiny refresher room he can barely fit into. The door closes after her once she’s backed out and gives him his privacy.

Dez had not been lying about his bladder, so he takes care of that first. The sweet relief almost combats the furious pain in his useless leg and his burning shoulder. Once that is done, he carefully washes his hands, gritting his teeth at the complaints from his shoulder and the unharmed leg having to hold all of his weight for this long. 

Despite the discomfort, Dez carefully removes his helmet and splashes his face with some cold water too before drinking a bit. He looks at his barely visible refection in the dirty mirror, does not like how pale and exhausted he looks, and it’s a bit of a relief to put the helmet back on.

By the time he emerges from the refresher room, he half-expects the girl to be waiting for him with a weapon. If she was smart, that’s what she would have done. Which means, of course, she doesn’t.

The Zeltron is just standing by the kitchen door, arms crossed and looking bored.

Dez sighs and waves her over.

She walks over to him.

Wrapping his arm around her frail shoulders, she really is a tiny thing, the girl lets him use her as a crutch as he starts making his way towards the kitchen. Well, he makes her think he is heading back to the kitchen…

Once they are by the door, Dez shoves her into the room and hobbles as fast as possible towards the entrance door. He opens it and makes it outside.

There is nothing but desert as far as he can see. His HUD picks up on some small rocks in the distance, but no buildings, no ships, no nothing. Dez grits his teeth yet again, chooses a direction and starts hobbling.

After a little while, he glances back and sees the girl following him with an annoyed look on her face. She has a blaster in a holster on her hip, but she doesn’t seem to feel the need to draw it. She doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t try to take him down, merely follows at a safe distance.

It doesn’t take long before Dez understands why.

The red sand is difficult to walk on and his one good ankle gives in, causing him to fall and the impact, both to his shoulder and his broken leg, sends him screaming into unconsciousness.

When Dez reluctantly opens his eyes again, he finds himself staring at the damn ceiling again and a weak tug with his arms reveals he’s tied up again. Closing his eyes, he sighs.

“Told you.” The girl’s voice says.

Dez doesn’t reply. He’s going to enjoy shooting her.

When morning comes, she tries offering food to him again, but this time Dez declines because he really doesn’t feel like eating. In fact, he doesn’t feel like much of anything because he feels like crap.

Squirming on the table, Dez makes an annoyed sound. “Why is it so warm in here?” He rasps.

The Zeltron steps up next to him, her frown even deeper than usual and to his dazed surprise, she pulls down the collar of his shirt and places the back of her hand to his neck. Insolence aside, her cool touch feels good so he doesn’t threaten to skin her alive this time.

“You have a fever.” She states, then curses in some unfamiliar language and turns to examine the bandage on his shoulder. “The red sand. It creeps into the wounds and the infection kills more people than blaster shots does on this planet. I told you to behave, didn’t I? But, no, you had to be an idiot and roll around in the sand.”

Dez flinches slightly with pain when she carefully presses the bandage back down on the wound. “You didn’t tell me the sand was toxic.”

“Would you have believed me?”

Dez swallows. “No.”

“Exactly.” The girl moves down to check on his leg and Dez hates himself for whimpering with pain when she adjusts the splints. “I’m sorry,” she says, “but you messed up the splints when you fell.”

He doesn’t have the energy to get angry. Dez just feels… warm and tired and miserable… He wants to sleep. So he does.

It gets worse. A lot worse. The next time he wakes up, Dez feels like he’s on fire.

“It’s the fever.” The girl says, sounding worried now.

“Hurts.” Dez complains, arching a little off the table before slumping back down. His shoulder and leg are throbbing with pain.

The girl nods and walks over to his shoulder. “I’ll try changing the bandages again. Maybe that’ll help a little.”

It does. But not for long. Dez is burning up. Sweat is soaking his body and he can feel drop after drop slide down his face in the suffocating confinement of his helmet.

He tries to sleep, but he keeps waking up as his body howls with pain. And when he does sleep, his dreams are horrible. At one point, he dreams that Paz walks into the room and Dez feels a rush of hope but his son is only there to tell him he’s glad he’s dying and Dez wakes up shivering so hard he accidentally bites his tongue and nearly chokes on his own blood.

That night is the longest and most horrible experience he’s been through and the morning doesn’t start any better.

“You have to tell him I’m sorry.” Dez tells the girl, shaking and sweating and dying. “Promise me you’ll find him and tell him… tell him I said I was sorry…. Please…”

“Who?” She asks.

“My son.” Dez manages to press the words out. “Paz. Paz Vizla. Big boy. You’ll know… when you see him.” It’s getting harder and harder to talk. “Tell him. Please.”

The girl nods and now there is no trace of annoyance on her face, merely concern.

It hurts, it hurts so much, and he’s so warm. He’s burning up. Dez is being boiled alive from the inside. He spends most of the day just shaking and sweating and half-mumbling to himself.

“You really should drink something…” The girl says, almost pleads.

Dez swallows. His throat hurts. “Take… it off…”

“What?” The girl stands up to lean over him. “I didn’t hear-”

“My helmet.” Dez whispers, too weak to do much else. “Take it off.”

Awkwardly, she fumbles around the edges and carefully eases his helmet off. She puts the valuable Beskar aside without a second glance and merely goes to get a cup filled with water.

It’s a bit weird to be without his helmet in front of a stranger again, it’s been so many years since he’s done that, but Dez is too desperate for water to care.

“Here.” The girl returns to his side, slides her hand under his neck and helps him lift his head so he can drink.

The water feels wonderfully cool, but it hurts to swallow.

Dez gives up after a couple of big gulps and turns his face away. “Can’t…”

“You can.” The girl insists, tightening her grip on his neck to make him turn his face back. “Drink.”

He drinks.

But he continues to burn inside. How is it possible to feel this warm, to feel this much pain in his wounds, and not perish already?

In the middle of the night, he starts to freeze. By Mandalore, he’s cold. Dez has never felt this cold in his entire life. He’s shaking so bad the entire table is rattling. Even after the girl places three blankets over him, he continues to freeze.

It all becomes a bit of a blur after that. He remembers bits and pieces, can hear himself talking and her replying, she places a cool cloth on his forehead, Pre appears and asks him why he’s such a weakling, he even thinks he sees his wife at one point, dreams and reality meld, the only thing that never stops is the pain.

He’s dead. Dez Vizla is dead. It’s the only reason he can think of as to why the pain is gone.

A faint throbbing of pain in his leg contradicts him.

Blinking, forcing his eyes open, Dez finds himself staring up at that damn ceiling again.

He feels horrible, but he’s not burning up or impersonating an icicle. He’s alive.

A faint sound catches his attention and Dez turns his head. He is a bit surprised to find the girl next to him. She’s asleep, sitting in a chair but with her arms folded to be a pillow on the table next to him and her head resting by his ribs. She’s been watching over him the entire time?

Dez swallows, his throat feels like he’s devoured the desert outside, and lifts his hand… Wait, he’s not tied down anymore? No, apparently not. He runs his hand carefully over the girl’s dark hair.

She snaps awake and bolts up into an upright position.

Dez smiles a little, amused, but his hand falls to the table as he’s too weak to do much else.

“You’re awake.” The girl states, almost glaring at him.

“I’m awake.” Dez confirms in a hoarse whisper.

She gets up and brings more water. Once again, her hand behind his neck helps him to drink and he exhales with relief when he can lie back and feel the cool liquid trail down his body.

“The fever is gone. You’re going to survive.” The girl informs him.

Dez considers this. “Am I trapped here?”

She shrugs. “The pirate ship got picked up by their friends not long after I dragged you out. I’ve checked out the damage on yours and, well, it’s going to take some time for me to fix it.”

Frowning, Dez looks over at her. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I’m bored.” There is no fake modesty or hint of it being a joke.

It brings a faint smile to Dez’ face. This is one really odd nugget of a girl. “My name is Dez.”

“I know.” She replies. “You like to say it a lot. Especially when you’re threatening someone.”

It’s true, so he doesn’t bother apologizing for it. “What’s your name?”

“My name is Liita.”

The fever is gone, but he feels horrible and it takes days before he’s able to do anything but sit. Dez is not pleased to be lying around like deadweight while the little girl goes out to work, hauling around heavy things and being useful. With one arm in a sling, Dez uses a crutch and is able to hobble out with her on the fifth day.

He can’t do much but sit on a crate and watch her work, but that is what he usually does with other Mandalorians too so it’s not that big of a change for him. At least he’s there to supervise and pretend to know what she’s doing while she works to bring his ship back to life.

Liita doesn’t talk much, but she likes to listen to him talk. That works really well because Dez likes to talk. She’s not fond of cooking, so he shows her some tricks to improve the flavour of things and that almost brings a smile to her face. She tends to his wounds and calls him a big baby when he complains so he threatens to place her boots on the top shelf where she won’t reach them.

One evening they are sitting outside the house, looking up at the stars, each eating from their bulky metal cups, Liita asks about Paz. It seems like Dez had been talking about him a lot when he was feverish.

Embarrassed, Dez looks down into this cup, stirs the content. “I messed up and I’m not good at apologizing.”

“You should.” Liita says, frank as always. “Apologise, I mean. If you messed up, he deserves one.”

“I don’t think he will forgive me.”

“Maybe not. But you still owe him an apology.” Liita sighs and gets up. “I’m going to bed. Tomorrow we start on the engine.”

Dez nods. “Understood.” He lingers for a little while longer, staring up at the stars and strangely at ease with the pain in his leg. Maybe that’s Davarax secret? How he makes everyone always like him? Dez had considered his ease with apologizing a weakness, but now… he wonders.

They fall into a comfortable routine, sharp words and half-hearted bickering flying back and forth, until the day comes when Dez’ ship comes to life with a soft shake and a rumble.

Hands on her hips, Liita stands next to where Dez is sitting in the pilot seat. “That sounds about right.”

There is initial relief at feeling the ship coming alive despite how Liita had to re-shape the entire nose of the craft and re-build bits of the cockpit, but then the relief fades and Dez looks over at Liita. She is looking at her work with a critical eye. “What are you going to do now?” He asks.

Liita shrugs. “I don’t know. Wait for things to stop being boring again, I guess.”

Dez turns the seat a little, making a face as his broken leg sends several fierce jabs of pain through him, to really look at her. “Come with me.”

Raising an eyebrow, Liita turns her face to look at him in return. “Why?”

“You’re the best mechanic I’ve ever seen.” Dez replies. “My clan could really need someone like you. I can promise you you’ll never be bored again.” He clears his throat. “And… maybe you could help me with Paz?”

Crossing her arms, Liita frowns. “Promise me you’ll bring me back here if I change my mind?”

Dez holds out his hand. “I give you my word.”

Liita hesitates for two more seconds, then she reaches out and takes his hand.

Dez grins and turns to activate the ship again. “Oh. And by the way, you can’t tell anyone I took my helmet off.”

Liita shrugs. “Okay.”

And, yeah, things were never boring after that.

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(Requested) Hawks x reader

@chxcolxtemilk: Can I get an imagine with Hawks where the reader is his gf, and she got a BODY. She’s hourglass, slim thicc. Anyways. So during that intern arc where Bakugou and todoroki are like interning with Endeveour and it’s like a meeting and the work students are there and they all think reader fine af, but like mineta takes it overboard and hawks gets protective. Especially since readers hero costume shows off her curves please! Have a nice day ❤️

I read “slim thick” reader and my eyes went 👀👀👀-also sorry if this is a little wonky in the canon timeline cause my brain can’t function 😂😂

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⤷Word Count: 1200+ (?-Im just guessing here sidfnsdifiw)

⤷Warnings: Pervy Mineta, cursing, the usallllll

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Hawks stood in the back of the room, his arms crossed around his lean yet sturdy body, a smirk gracing his lips as he watched you speak with a loud welcoming voice to the newbies.

Hero schools across the nation were starting up their students for internships with hero agencies, and UA was no different. Countless teachers from that high school were shuffling their kids into agencies, and it was one of your duties to greet the students that were about to enter their internships for the other pros. It saved alot of time when one hero told the kids the do’s and don’ts of their internship, so you had sorta graciously took the role (you had lost a match of Rock Paper Scissors to Hawks and you were fuming).

Only you could make public speaking interesting to him-especially when you were in your hero suit (even if it sounded pretty perverted).

He couldnt help himself from letting his eyes wander around your frame- you were dating after all, it wasnt like you wouldnt want him to...but damn was that hero suit a blessing to his eyes. Whoever designed it, he wished he could perosnally thank them for making it so perfectly sexy on your frame.

 Your quirk relied on you to show a little more skin, as you needed to physically touch things in order to activate it. Which made it the perfect for Hawks (and others) to gawk at your curvacious figure- deep swoops on your chest, high cuts against your leg that showed off your hips, an expanse of the soft skin of your thigh….it was absolutely tantalizing to him and left his whole body throbbing every time he saw you in your suit.

Hawks felt his heart thump in his chest from the back of the room as he watched you bend down, apparently having dropped a piece of paper on the floor.

How you bent down gave the best view of your chest-the mounds pushed up so delciosuly he licked his lips from the sight- and then the nervous, innocent laugh you gave as you fiddled with your hair- god, you really just the most beautiful little birdie, werent you?

Hawks loveisck grin quickly melted away when he heard a slow whistle come from the seat in fornt of him- apparently somebody else found his little chickadee pretty too…

Immeidately Hawks felt his the feathers on his back ruffle- he usually wasnt protective at all, as long as  everyone knew that you were his and his only.

But oh, the moment he got a whiff of someone trying to flirt or be smitten with you-he immeidately did a 180, becoming fussy and dominant as he shielded you or sent the person a death glare behind a strained smile. 

“...could you imagine snuggling into her boobs? They must be so soft….” he heard a nasally, boyish voice whisper to his friend next to him, a few seats to his right.

Well-that was pretty fucking creepy.

Hawk’s head swiveled around, trying to find the voice. He was trying his best to not let his emotions do something rash-he didnt want to throw you off your task by doing something stupid. He was pretty known for his outgoing and filter-less peronality, so it was taking everything in him to just be calm for once, for your sake. Hawks quietly began to walk behind the seats of the kids, trying to find the owner of the voice.

“Ohhhh I would do anything for her if I could call her Mommy just once-”

The hell was this kid?! And how old was he to be making such nasty ass comments??

Hawks felt his cheeks flush, his eyes darting around, finaly landing on a student who seemed to be whispering to his friend with electric yellow hair.

He recognizied the kid with the bright hair- you had taken him on as a intern, his name was… Kalimari? Kanimari? 

He didnt quite remmeber, and frankly didnt really care that much as his eyes were trained on the kid next to him- he was so short, only his hair was visible from the seat- if you could it hair. Three balls of messy purple spheres were planted on his head as he leaned into the boy next to him.

“Hey Kaminari you think you wanna switch interns? Ill do anything, anything to just be next to her…”

“No way man!” the kid “Kaminari” whisiper yelled at him, “I landed a total babe as a intern, Im not loosing that-”

Hawks blinked a few times in complete shock- now this kid too! He knew you were a hit with the men (because hell he was a total fanboy before meeting you just because of how hot you were), but god he didnt realize you were popular with the teens too! It made sense, boys were pretty, well- interested- in women alot more at this age, but still- it bothered him how possessive he was getting because of these boys.

“Ahh please Denki!”

“Nah Mineta youre crazy!”

So his name was Mineta...Hawks leaned against the wall, his hands fidgeting as he tried to stay calm.

He might be petty enough to give a small call to his intern and see how he can make his life a little hellish….

Hawks drew his gaze back to you, hoping that maybe watching you speak will calm him down...but the kid wouldnt let up.

The whole time you were talking “Mineta” made every comment in the book, wondering “if you liked short guys”, “how big your butt was”, even asking if you had modeled lingerie….Hawks was pratically mortified for you.

Were all guys liked this? Cause god, if it was, he was going to have a problem...he felt his chest fluff out in dominance, his feathers pratically vibrating from agitation because of how possessive he was feeling and he couldnt do a single thing.

He watched you looked around the crowd, a soft radiant smile on your lips.

“Does anyone have any questions?” you asked as you peered up at the students.

Mineta instantly raised his hand, Hawks stomach churning with dread.

Unaware of the situation Hawks had just witnessed, you gave to boy a bright grin. 

“Yes?” you asked goodnaturedly.

Mineta sniffled, his voice nasally and somewhat desperate sounding. 

“Yeah I had a question- um, how big are you boo-”

Haha, nope.

Hawks instantly sent a bunch of feathers zooming towards Mineta, each one ramming into his open mouth. The force took over his frail body, the sight almost comical as his eyes grew wide with fear as he began to lean back, his pudgy hands flailing.

Hawks felt a small part of him inflate with dirty pride from his little trick, a lazy grin gracing his lips as everyone in the room turned around to watch him with complete shock.

“Sorry about that kiddos, had to just demonstrate somehting for you guys real quick...” Hawks looked down at you, your face blushing yet riddled with conufsion. He sent you a small smile, giving you a quick wink- “Ill tell you later” was written on his face as he turned his attention back to the students in fornt of him. 

“...when you intern with your heroes, show them some respect...cause words get around when you talk out of place-”

The Mineta kid turned around, sputtered coughs dribbling out of his mouth as he picked fluffs of feather off his tongue. His eyes widened as he turned around and realized what was going on, the #2 hero giving him the deadliest glare imaginable. 

Hawks could almost feel sympathy for the kid-almost. He must have realized who had shut him, after all, you two were dating (and Hawks had made sure that everyone knew that).

Hawks sauntered over, a dark grin wrapping against his complexion as he kneeled down to get to the kids level.

“I’d watch what you say, kid- my feathers can get sharper when I want them to,” 

A gulp could be heard from Mineta, his skin paling as the #2 hero, the one dating the pretty herione in front of him, had pretty much threatened him.

Yeah, he stayed quiet after that.

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ANTEBELLUM

(Prologue)

*present*

The grey skies threaten to darken more, the smell of the heat contradicting of the downspout that’s about to happen, thunder rumbles in the distance as flashes of bright light dimmed by thick clouds decorate the horizon. It was akin to tears brimming in ones eyes from the agonizing feeling of anger that they cannot put into words. Today of all days was like that they when I met Tomura.

*flashback*

My throat was dry and sore from screaming, I don’t even remember if I was angry, frustrated, or has the time come when I have finally snapped? It was like reliving those moments when my father basically gave me away to a man I know nothing about, to help a stranger fight for his cause. To my father, I was just a mere tool of destruction in this corrupted world of “heroes” and “villains”. I was given life to fulfill his bidding, I was so wrong when he told me that he will let me go. I never agreed to join the League of Villains. I did not want to live my life of comfort, at least in the terms of not having to be on guard at all times, scavenge for edible food, fight off the harsh elements under a roof filled with strangers. But for the latter part, changed my life. I did not expect to find a home and people who I can confidently call my family.

“Akira,” a calm voice interrupted my thoughts. “Shigaraki is asking for you.” My glare landed on the dark mist leaning on the door frame who walked casually towards me. And just like that, I was teleported inside a dimly lit bar. There stood dark haired guy, no older than I am based on his appearance, a girl that looks like a doll with a massive grin on her face, a masked man, another guy with sunglasses, and some sort of lizard man. “She’s here.” The pale haired boy glanced my way, though his eyes can only be seen through the hand on his face. He stood up, scratching is neck with one hand and gesturing towards me with the other.

“This is—“ He started before being interrupted by the scarred man who looks like a raisin now that some light shone on his features.

“Akira?” He tilts his head with a mused smile. I blink in confusion and he hums, “I don’t recommend you taste her blood, Toga.” He nudges the schoolgirl. “Shit tends to go batshit crazy when you do something to her.

“You know her, Dabi?” Shigaraki asks, he itches harder, the sound of dry skin being scraped made mine prickle.

This earned a smug grin on Dabi’s face. “In a way, yes. A family friend you could say? Highly doubt she remembers me. Maybe at some point she might recall who I am.” He winks at me, eyes glinting.

“Whatever. She’s a part of the league now, a quite expensive asset, so treat her well. Toga, I think it’s best to listen to Dabi here, don’t touch her.” He says in a low voice, brushing past me and into the dark hallway. I turn to look at the other members as I hear a door shut.

“My name’s Akira Higanbana.” I bow. “I hope we get along.”

Toga was the first to approach, others bow in response before scattering around the room, leaving only the three of us, Dabi being the other person. Plopping himself on a stool, an amused expression plastered on his face. “Say, Aki-chan, why can’t I stab you right now?” Her eyes sparkling, smile only growing wider. I sigh.

“I’m not saying you can’t, but I don’t recommend it either. Don’t you want an elder sister of some sorts, considering that you’re the only girl here?” This made her grin falter, for a second she looked like she was thinking about what I offered. That is until she dragged on sharp fingernail down my arm. “I take that as a no.” I stare at her as she lifts the small amount of blood she harvested to her mouth only to be stopped by Dabi.

“Really, Toga, don’t.” He wipes away the blood, quickly evaporating it with blue flames.. Blue flames? My eyes widened as I studied his face, his fire illuminating the room brighter, and for a brief moment I seem remember those cyan eyes, but I can’t remember fully. “You might die from it, just saying.” He pats her head then addresses me, “and as for you, stop letting people walk all over you. I’m surprised he let you go after all these years. How much did it cost All for One though?”

Smiling, “I guess enough to have a man child boss me around. I heard you lost last time? Failed mission? Must’ve sucked big time. And now All for One is locked away, I guess I’m the backup to fix your mistakes.” He hums in agreement, my words not getting through him. “I like you, maybe I will be able to tolerate this shithole.”

*present*

Sundays were always a day looked most forward to as they were meant to be spent without any distractions, no talk of work, stress, troubles, problems, nor anything that is of the same nature. Sundays were quiet, peaceful, a day to soothe one’s aches, be it physical or mental.

It happened on a Sunday. The sky now a glowing orange, gradually turning blood red if you peer into the distance. It marked the nearing end of the day, when the ball of energy lays to rest and lets his lady take over with her enchanting beauty, bathing the surroundings with a haunting but somehow nostalgic feeling of hope, melancholic really. I have been on edge all day, longing for his touch, to see his vibrant red eyes that stand in contrast to his pale skin; wanting to smell him, smother him with kisses if he allows it— I craved his presence. The monitor increased it’s beating, the sound crescendoed as my attention caught the figure of a monster, barely past the building as it toppled another in its wake. Gigantomachia.

The low rumble of footsteps approached my room, they were coming assuming the freak of nature has come to claim me for its master. I lay bound to the bed, needles stabbed in my veins, the drip of fluid to give me nourishment was the only stable thing that is consistent in the chaos that awaits. The numbing ache in my head grew greater, my throat felt as if it was on fire, tears pricking my eyes, clouding my vision as I let out a wail loud enough to catch Gigantomachia’s head, his beady eyes spotting my now frail form. With that, he started to bolt towards the building. I quickly rose from the bed, the pain it brought was not felt though warm blood trickled down my wrist and to the floor where it fizzled and evaporated into a poof of black smoke. I reach out my hand on the glass that separated me from the outside world, small cracks form where my fingers touch, then all at once, it shattered. And just before the nurses came bursting through the door, managing only a glimpse of my now bloodshot eyes and skin marred with ancient markings as I vanished into thin air only appearing beside the monster that awaits my presence.

“Take me to him.”

[beerecordings]

Someday

Part 22 of My Brother’s Keeper (Part 1 l Previous l Next)

You want to know the funny thing?

I’ve had this chapter written - exactly as is - for more than three months.

I don’t know what’s going on in my head. I’m... working on it.

Sorry it’s mostly filler, and probably seems a little random if certain points don’t connect until later. It sets up some important things and I felt that it was important. Or maybe unimportant, and that was the important part? We’ve been missing these characters from the story entirely, we should take a second to sit with them! Anyway, I have most of the next three chapters written too, so hopefully I have more for you soon. hope you enjoy it

A crescent moon rose, and rose, and rose in the night sky, and as it flickered through the blinds of Marvin's room, his deep blue eyes flashed open. His hands were stretched out to his side, scarred in patterns of fire, and as he slept the vining flowers mounted on the wall had crept down the board of his bed to touch his pale fingers.

He sighed, low and content. The vines must have been what woke him up. No need for alarm. Humming sleepily, he turned over on his side and let his eyes slide shut once more.

Someone gagged in another room.

Blue eyes re-opened in a second and Marvin's socked feet found the floor before his brain even bothered to process it. Drawing a blanket around his shoulders, he hurried out into the hall and headed straight for his brother's room, grabbing the side of the open door as he peered in.

“Jackie?” he whispered. He shook off sleep for the sake of concern. “You okay?”

But Jackie's shape lay still in the darkness, bundled into a lump of weighted blankets and hoodie fabric. He gave a soft, heavy breath, snuggling his face against the pillows.

Marvin's mouth flickered briefly into a small, fond smile. He hummed, playing poetry in his head, watching his brother sleep warm and safe and sound. Snoring dork. Starry hero.

But if he wasn't the one who was retching, and Henrik was on shift, then –

The retching, again, in another room.

Oh. Oh, no.

Coming to Jackie's aid was easy, practiced, familiar. But to his?

A few steps back, a few feet up the hall. Marvin found himself standing outside his doorway regardless of the discomfort, his hand raised to knock.

He wouldn't want me to bother him, would he?

He lowered his hand.

He sounds like he's crying or throwing up or something. Someone should check on him.

Raised it again.

I know I would be embarrassed if someone found me crying at – fuck, it's already four-thirty in the morning? Why is he still awake? He stays up late, yes, but not like this.

Yeah, returned the other half of his brain. And maybe if the time didn't tip you off to the fact that he needs you, the desperate sobbing should! Idiot.

Oh, fuck, he had started crying, hadn't he? Small and weak through the thin walls, a soft, aching sort of sob. Marvin turned a frustrated circle in the hallway. It wasn't like he was going to be able to help, anyway. He wasn't good at this sort of thing. He felt small and embarrassed and stupid –

Oh, come on, he snarled to himself, pounding a fist into his other palm. He needs me! What am I, some kind of coward? Fucking pansy boy? Marvin the Magnificent, cowed by the sound of him crying?

No, he could do this. He was no coward. He'd faced demons before, after all – why should emotional vulnerability be any different?

He was pretty sure he would prefer the demons.

He raised his hand and knocked.

“Bud?” gasped a hopeful voice, the crying cutting off mid-sob. “Is that you?”

“Um,” said Marvin. He didn't think so. Jack had never called him bud before.

“Oh,” came the reply, softer. “Sorry, I – come in.”

Marvin poked his head in, finding Jack perched on the edge of his bed, clinging frailly to a tupperware container.

“Feeling sick, huh?” he asked, stepping in. He sat awkwardly down on Jack's bed, almost embarrassed by the swell of concern that rose in his chest like a fire. He was born protective – didn't know why, and didn't much like it, either – but ever since Jack's nightmares began, the nightmares about the man with no eyes, Marvin had grown fiercer and fiercer every day.

He needs me. He needs me. He needs me.

He wished he had a little more healing power, but it was never something he mastered. He was glad to have Henrik around the house, these days. He'd adjusted to having a little brother, and now, if he was honest with himself, he wouldn't have it any other way.

“A little.” Jack's voice was quiet and painful. He set the container aside with shaking hands and failed in his attempt to smile at his friend. The dull nightlight Jackie had put in his room illuminated pale circles beneath his blue eyes and cast a gleam of light over the glossy surface of his phone, where the camera app was open and a soft red dot blinked in the corner of the screen. “Thanks for checking on me. I, um. Sorry, I just. Don't feel well.”

“Were you...” Marvin nodded at the phone on the bed, frowning. “Were you recording something?”

Jack flushed, reaching down to press stop on the video. His mouth had tightened colorlessly. He shook his head slowly, avoiding Marvin's eye.

“Jack?” Concerned, Marvin dared to reach out and touch his shoulder, trying to meet his gaze. “Hey, hey. Tell me what's wrong.”

Jack's eyes fluttered shut. He let out a low groan like he wanted to speak, but no words came, until at last, he managed: “Feel really – feel really really sick, Marv.”

“Fuck,” mumbled Marvin, rubbing his thumb over Jack's shoulder. “You're all clammed up, man. Deep breaths, okay?”

Jack laughed breathily, eyes squeezed shut. His whole body trembled hard, but minutely, a frail but violent shaking of his whole body.

“Do we need to go to the hospital?”

Jack shook his head.

“Did you have a bad dream?”

A rapid nod. A painful swallow.

Marvin felt his forehead, but there was no fever. “Just freaked out, huh?” he murmured, his mouth twitching sympathetically.

“I'm sorry,” managed Jack, sniffling. “I'm acting like such a little bitch.”

“Hey, ha, don't say that. No, you're not. It's okay to be upset, Jack. Do you want to tell me about it?”

“You've heard it all before,” laughed Jack, a frantic edge to his voice. “They're always the same. Just realizing my skin isn't my own, and waking up with him there, and the noise my throat makes when it's open – ”

He gagged suddenly, hard, clutching at his neck, and Marvin grabbed the tupperware container just in time for Jack to bend over and heave up the mucus left at the bottom of his stomach. Hot tears rolled down his face as he retched painfully, clutching at his phone. Bewildered, Marvin watched him click record again as soon as he had stopped throwing up, and he pulls the camera to himself and holds it close, like a lifeline, staring at the door with a desperation in his eyes –

Marvin reacted as though on instinct, reaching out to cover Jack's heart with his hand. A spell rises in him, a memory, a poem, found on the pages of his books and scrawled down in his little journal, to await the day that it is needed.

“I come into the peace of wild things,” he recited softly, focused on the pounding of his heart. “I come into the presence of still water.”

Blue light rises in the room like smoke. Jack closed his eyes, a show of trust, sobbing.

“And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting for their light.”

Cool wisps of magic from his hands, like water. A small spell, a quiet spell, no more than a calmative before bed, hardly different from something Henrik would give him.

“I rest in the grace of the world,” he finished, drawing away from his creator.

Ah, poetry – made magic on Marvin's tongue, it bloomed in the air like mist, cool with the smell of petrichor, leaving a static sigh like a faraway storm breathing through the wind.

Jack clung to the sensations.

He shook, and shook, and shook, wiping at the tears on his face, struggling to breathe easy, but the magic sat like something warm against his chest, curling closer and closer. He was coming down, now, coming down, and at last, when he spoke, his despair was as quiet and as cold as a faraway star.

“He's coming to take me again, Marvin.”

“No. No!” He startled himself with his own ferocity, grabbing his shoulders. “That will never, ever happen! Do you understand? I will never let him take you from us again.”

Jack sighed shakily, his eyes sliding closed again. For a moment, he just let Marvin hold him – and then he was leaning in, exhausted, crumbling against Marvin's shoulder, laying his head near to his throat, near to his collar, near to his heart.

Marvin was stopped short, trying to breathe steady. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around him, and held his friend close.

They rest in the grace of the world. The room is warm with magic.

“Why are you recording?” he tried again, gentler. Quieter.

“Makes me feel safer.” Jack's voice was a whisper. He clutched at Marvin's shirt. “Like he would come, if I were in trouble. I know he'd come, if I were in trouble. He's looking out for me.”

“Who? Jackie?”

A long pause.

“Not Jackie?”

“No,” admitted Jack, quietly. “Someone else.”

Marvin stared at the wall, setting his head down on top of Jack's. He smelled like coffee and laundry and sweat, human as they come, and Marvin loved him so much it was painful to hold him, to think that someone might one day taking him away from his side.

“Who?” he asked, soft. “Who were you waiting for?”

No answer. Just the warm weight of his head against his shoulder.

“Jack,” he murmured. “What are you not telling me?”

Jack drew back, his face drawn, the panic calmed, exhausted, waiting for another time to make itself known.

“Hey,” said Marvin.

His voice shook from the vulnerability. But he was no coward. Not for him. For him, everything.

“You can count on me. You know that, right? I'd die for you, Jack. In a heartbeat.”

Jack met his gaze and finally mustered a smile.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you. You're really fucking good to me. I'm grateful. Marvin, one day, I'll explain everything. Everything. But... not today. I can't tell you, even now. Even if I knew how to share this weight...”

He let out a deep breath and shook his head, letting his eyes slide shut.

“Sometimes there are things we have to carry alone for awhile,” Marvin finished softly.

Jack looked up at him again, a sorrowful smile curving on his mouth. Moonlight made starry his eyes, blue as sunlight on river water.

Marvin stared between Jack and the phone, recording patiently. Waiting for someone. Calling to someone. A record, a memory, created eternally.

“Okay,” said Marvin, meeting his gaze. “Well. Take your time. But when you're ready – ”

It was a heavy late summer night, washing them both in heat and humidity and the smell of flowers from somewhere not far off. Tight-mouthed and exhausted, Jack reached gently out and touched Marvin's wrist. Marvin flinched, but didn't draw back.

“I'll tell you everything,” Jack promised, and he looked him in the eyes. He tried very hard to smile, rubbing his thumb across the vein of his wrist, where he could feel his strong heart beating out a warm, familiar rhythm. “Someday, Marvin. Someday I'll tell you all everything.”

They were both young. They were both safe. They were both awake.

Things have changed.

“I have so many questions.”

Jameson's hand is warm in his own. His worn face is, Marvin thinks, the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Even with tears dripping down his face.

“I have so many questions. So many questions. I don't understand anything. I feel like I'm drowning. All the time, so many questions, so many questions, and you were a missing piece of the puzzle I thought was gone for certain, for good, but here you are! You don't know how excited the others will be to see you! You don't know how excited I am! You'll tell me everything, won't you? You'll tell me everything, and the two of us will go back to our brothers, and everything will make sense, and all the pieces will fit together, and everything will make sense! Won't it?”

“Oh.”

Marvin stares up at him, his mouth slightly open.

“No... no, Jameson. I can't. I can't do that. Someday, but not now, though I wish I could. I wish I could more than anything else I've ever wanted. You, I think, are one of the only people who could understand just how badly I do wish for it. With everything that I am. With everything I am, I want that. But not now. Not today. Someday. I – I'm so sorry.”

Jameson's face falls. Fuck, but he's worn. Fuck, but he's beautiful.

Marvin's missed him.

“You – you can't explain everything, or you can't come back with me?”

Tears slide down Marvin's cheeks. He clings to Queenie's fur and closes his eyes, smiling shakily. Smiling sorrowfully.

“I'm so sorry,” he says. “I'm so, so sorry.”

Months his little brother has been Anti's. His whole life has been one blow after another and the god-awful anticipation that sits between. And now, despite everything, despite everything, Marvin has nothing to offer him but empty words and a spinning, starry, prison sky.

“Jameson, I can't do either.”

[yellowcanna]

Two Sides, Same Coin

Summary: Since the beginning of Quirks, Yokohama has announced independence from Japan and closed itself from the rest of the world.

To this day and age, no one knows what lies within the city of Yokohama—or that was what the public was made to believe. In reality, Yokohama has long fallen into the control of the world’s largest criminal organization known as the Port Mafia.

Follow Class 1-A as their principal organized a field trip to Yokohama! In their short trip there, they must change their perspectives and learn exactly what it means to be justice and what it means to be villains.

Rating: T

Genre: Crossover, hint of shounen-ai (boy love)

Pairing: Contains mild Soukoku (Dazai x Chuuya) and Shin Soukoku (Akutagawa x Atsushi)

Author: Canna / Yellow Canna

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CHAPTER 2

TALES FROM 14 YEARS (PART 1)

“What is this…?” Yagi Toshinori mumbled as he stared at the people that filled the street.

Feeling something collided against his side, he looked down to see a man dressed in a gray business suit holding a leather bag in one hand and a cell phone in the other. The man stumbled and was about to fall back so blond put a hand on his shoulder to help him steady.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

The businessman looked up at the foreigner in shock, obviously having never met anyone as big and muscular as him before. Giving the huge man an apology, he hurried away while resuming his conversation on the phone.

A group of girls in school uniforms passed by, chatting about a new pastry store that just opened down the street.

A family of three crossed the street, the child was sitting on the father's shoulder while the mother pushed along a toy wagon. The two adults were laughing along with whatever the child was chattering.

This was not what he had expected when he infiltrated the infamous criminal city.

Toshinori gazed up at the five black buildings that towered over the rest, stretching towards the sky like iron pillars.

At the very least, he wasn't expecting the city to be so well-kept and modernize. He had imagined a city where civilians lived in constant terror of the criminals that ruled over them. He had imagined bad guys running around freely in an extremely run-down town, attacking people just for entertainment.

Never had he expected everything to be so…normal.

This was just like an ordinary, everyday city he had been to.

No—Toshinori paused as he looked around. There was something different about this place than the outside world. Something was lacking, but what?

After going into a deep thought…realization finally slapped him in the face.

"I'm standing out!" He gasped, somehow managing to keep his outburst to a strained whisper as he stared at the people around him. In a city of Old Humans who were all frail and small looking, he was sticking out like a sore thumb! On top of that, since he had expected to jump into battle the moment he infiltrated the city, he was in his muscle form, making him bulkier than normal!  

Toshinori slumped shoulders as if that would make him look smaller as he headed for the nearest clothing store. Perhaps he could at least find something to cover himself and make him stand out less.  

Alas, Toshinori soon discovered the harsh reality as he dragged his feet out the department store. Apparently, Yokohama's currency was very different than the rest of Japan.

Of course it would be! Why wouldn’t it?!

“Shiiiit!” He cried out in English, earning funning looks from the people around him. However, Toshinori could hardly care about other people’s gazes right now as he tried to figure out what to do.

There’s no way he could go into a bank, that would give him away...

“If you’re looking for a bank, it’s over there.” A voice spoke up.

Toshinori looked around but didn't see anyone.

“Down here.” The voice called again.

Toshinori lowered his gaze until he saw a young boy with raven black hair, sucking on a lollipop as he "looked" up at him. Actually, the blond wasn't certain if the boy was looking at him or not, as he couldn't tell if those eyes were even open.

“Hello there, young man!” He greeted with his trademark smile. He crouched down, trying to get as low as he can so the child wouldn't be intimidated by his size. The boy was very young…twelve perhaps?

The kid rolled the lollipop around his tongue as he regarded the No.1 Hero.

“…You’re not good at this undercover thing are you, mister?”

“What?!” Toshinori spluttered, jumping back in shock. “W-what makes you think that, lad?”

“Well, for one, you’re a foreigner.” The boy stated flatly, pointing out the obvious. “We don’t have a lot of you guys around here.”

“N-nonsense! I just—”

“I won’t tell anyone.” The boy said, cutting off the adult’s frantic explanation. He pulled his lollipop out of his mouth with a pop and used it to point at a building across the street. “You can exchange your money at that bank.”

Toshinori instantly calmed as he stared at the child. “What do you mean, boy?”

“How do you think we get money when we leave Yokohama? Of course the bank offers currency exchange.”

“You can leave the city?!” Toshinori couldn't help but exclaim.

“Yeah.” The boy responded as if it was the most obvious thing. "Did you think we were shut in here and can't get out?”

“Wait!” Toshinori held out a hand, needing some time to sort out this new piece of information. The people here can leave? Why has he never heard of it?

“Can you tell me more about Yokohama, boy?”

“Sure.” The boy chirped, stuffing the lollipop back into his mouth as his lips stretched apart in a Cheshire cat smile.

Half an hour later, Toshinori sat on a wooden bench in a park. The boy was beside him, licking on a three scoop ice cream cone with three large bags of snacks beside him.

“Thanks, mister!" The boy sang cheerfully as he swung his legs back and forth. Toshinori looked down at his flattened wallet, then to the kid.

When did children become so frightening?  

"Hey, mister! Open this for me!" The boy called, waving a can of juice to get his attention.

“Of course.” Toshinori smiled at the boy's enthusiasm. At least he now has useable cash.

He popped open the can and handed it back to the boy. The boy grinned as he reached out to take the juice. The moment Toshinori let go, the can slipped from the child's small hand and fell onto the man’s lap.

"Ah!" The boy cried, snatching the can before it could bounce off and hit the ground. Since he caught it upside down, the juice was still pouring onto a certain hero's pant.

“…”

"Oh no…" The boy frowned, shaking the now empty can and looking at it sadly.

“Do you want me to buy you a new one?” Toshinori offered, pulling out a pink flower-print handkerchief to dap the wet spot on his pants.

“Nope!” The boy replied as he tossed the empty juice can into the trash bin beside them. "So, what do ya wanna know?” He sang, his mood suddenly doing a hundred and eighty. The mourning for his juice went by so fast that Toshinori almost couldn’t react.

“Do you know anything about Ability users?” The blond asked hesitantly. He wasn't sure if such a young child would know anything, but any information was helpful at this point.

“Nothing much.” The boy hummed. "It's pretty much just like your Quirks, though some of them need conditions to activate.”

"You seemed to know a lot of Quirks." Toshinori noticed. "Have you been outside Yokohama before?"

"Nope, it's broadcasted all the time on TV."

“TV?!” Just like that, his vision of Yokohama was shattered once more. "You have TV?! No! You have outside channels?!"

"Of course, we aren't cavemen. We get channels from all over the world." The boy seemed amused by the adult’s reaction. “Like that America’s Tunneling Hero from three days ago. It was obvious a Villain would get to him sooner or later. He put too much trust on his sensor Quirk.”

Toshinori stiffened as he listened to this boy talking so casually about a fallen Hero. He finally realized what was wrong with this city compare to the outside.

The people here were living without knowing the fear of Villains. Even this boy, he watched a live broadcast of a Villain beating a Hero and treated it like some action movie. They could not understand the terror and unease people felt when a Villain defeated a Hero and ran free.  

To them, the dangers of the outside world don’t affect them.

And that was where Yoshinori finally realized another major difference between this city and the rest of the world.

It was too quiet.

Distracted by the sight of the city, Toshinori had failed to notice something so obvious.  He entered Yokohama for half a day now, yet he hadn't heard a single cry for help.

It was something he never even thought was possible. Even after he was ranked as the No.1 Hero, crime still existed everywhere. He could go to the convenience store and come back with three freshly caught Villains.

Yet here in Yokohama, there wasn't the slightest bit of disturbance anywhere.

And more importantly…

“Wait! If you got channels, then that means…!!”

“Yep.” The boy snickered as he dug around his bags of treats. "Your identity is as clear as day, No.1 Hero, All Might."

For the next ten minutes, the people of Yokohama were able to witness an amazing sight in a local park.

A gigantic blond man was all curled up on a wooden bench. He had his knees pulled against his chest with his face buried within his hand. Beside him sat a tiny boy who was completely covered by the giant's shadow. He was munching on a freshly baked Taiyaki without a care in the world.

"Mommy, what's that?" A little girl asked, pointing at the curled up giant.

“Oh my,” The mother had a hand on her cheek, tilting her head as she looked at the quivering man her daughter was pointing at. “That is a Hikikomori, sweetie.”

"What's that?" The girl blinked in curiosity.

“Hikikomori are adults who are afraid of being outside.”

"Why?" The girl looked even more confused now. "Is there something scary here?"

"Of course not!" The mother said as she took her daughter’s hand. “That’s why you mustn’t grow up to become one of them.”

“Is it bad to be them?”

“Of course, darling.” The mother smiles brightly and spoke the cruel words with a sugary voice. "If you become someone so useless and unnecessary to society, mommy and daddy will be really sad.”

"I won't make mommy and daddy sad! I won’t be a Hi…Hikikomori!”

“Good girl!”

The mother and daughter left the park hand in hand. If that woman had the Ability or Quirk to make her words take physical shape, they would no doubt be arrows stabbing into the so-called Hikikomori.

The raven-haired boy turned to the useless and unnecessary No.1 Hero currently being worshipped around the globe. The man had stopped shaking from embarrassment and became painfully still. Slowly and robotically, he uncurled himself. His right foot touched the ground first, followed by his left.

They sat there in silence for a long moment until the man coughed into his hand as if that would help with the awkwardness.

“S-so young man, you said that some Ability needs, uh, condition?” The Hero asked, going back into their previous topic.

“Correct!” The boy beamed as if he had been waiting for the man to ask him that. Thank goodness the kid didn't mention anything of what just happened, or Toshinori might really die from embarrassment.

“Like my Ability for example!”

Ocean blue eyes widened as the American watched the boy took out a pair of glasses.

Did he hear right?

Did the boy said he was one of those Ability users?

“When I put on these glasses, I can activate my Ability, Ultra-Deduction!”

“Ultra-Deduction?” Toshinori parroted.

“Yep! My Ability will let me see the truth behind every mystery! One glance at a person and I'll know everything about them there is to know!”

Toshinori swallowed as he watched the boy puts on his glasses.

“Ability: Ultra-Deduction!”

“…”

The man waited and waited, but nothing seemed different.

“Hmm, so that’s how it is~” The boy smirked as he adjusted his glasses. And then, those eyelids peeled open, revealing bright emerald eyes sharply staring into the older man's blue ones.

Toshinori’s breath hitched the moment he saw those eyes.

Those were not the eyes children should have. There was no childish innocence or curiosity anywhere within those emerald orbs. The moment Toshinori stared into those eyes, he felt as if all his secrets were exposed to this boy. As if the boy could just see through him with a simple glance like he claimed he could.

“Say Mister…which generation are you of inheriting that power?”

“…!” Toshinori shot out of his seat in shock. His heart hammered heavily within his ribcage as he stared at the boy in disbelieve.

“Your powers are way too strong. If it was an Ability, it wouldn’t be surprising, but yours is a Quirk, and Quirk’s powers are limited by the body of the user." The boy explained, waving his finger around in the air. "From the abnormal strength of your power, there can only be one conclusion."

Then, his finger pointed to the man.

"Your power is the type that grows every time it gets transfer to the next host. In other words, it can stack up the power of its host. Which means you must be the seventh," green eyes narrowed, "no, eighth generation."

A large droplet of sweat rolled down Toshinori’s head.

What is this kid?

Was that really all just from his Ability?

If that was his Ability, then just how strong was this boy's power? If the world was to know the existence of this kind of power, Toshinori was certain both Villains and Governments will do anything to get a hold of this boy, even if it means breaking into this city and confronting the Port Mafia.

“Since you bought me snacks, I’ll give you a warning, mister!” The boy said before his face became serious. “You should go back.”

Toshinori stared at the child, still unable to recover from the shock.

"This place isn't suitable for people like you." Green eyes darted downward, then back up to meet the American's. He mouthed out the last part, “They know you’re here.”

With that, the boy took off his glasses, carefully tucking it into his pocket before grabbing the remainder of his snacks.

“Bye, bye, mister! See you later!”

With that, he scurried away, leaving a completely frozen man standing alone in the park.

Toshinori stood there for a long time. Then, as if nothing had happened, the blond giant strolled out of the park.

He searched around the area before finding a hotel and booked a night there.

The hotel wasn't a particularly big one. It was only seven stories tall and the staff arranged him a room on the top floor. Coincidentally, that room was also on the side with the perfect view of Port Mafia's headquarters.

The first thing Toshinori did after going into his room was to shut himself in the bathroom. He looked around, checking for any surveillances. When the room was all clear, Toshinori looked down at his pants.  

He slowly reached into one of the pockets on the side of his leg. The fabric there was still damp from the juice. He felt around until his finger brushed by a cubic object. Carefully, he pulled that thing out and brought it up to his eyes.

It was a tiny black box-like device. It didn't look anything like the kind the Hero was familiar with, but there's no doubt that this was a tracking device.  

“Since when?” Toshinori gritted his teeth, unable to believe that he was this careless. When did they start watching him? How long had they been watching him?

Toshinori thought back to when that child dropped his juice. That wasn't an accident. That boy knew there was a listening device on him. He knew and pretended to spill his juice to jam it so that whoever was on the other side wouldn't overhear them.

How could this be?

The only thing Toshinori could think of right now was the boy. Was he safe? If these criminals realized the boy had helped him, will he be targeted?

Toshinori crushed the device in his hand, grinding it into dust. He walked out of the bathroom, gazing out the window and to those five black buildings looming over him.  

“Calm down…” Toshinori told himself repeatedly.

That child was safe. He was far more intelligent than even most adults. Even so, his safety will only be temporary. The enemy’s eyes may be on him right now, but…

「If he lets it drag on, then we might change target—is what he’ll think.」

The enemy might grow impatient and turn their eyes to the boy. To ensure that boy's safety, there was only one thing Toshinori can do…

「So his only option will be to confront us.」

He will find the Port Mafia before they find the boy.

「Will he charge into the Headquarter?」

「No.」

Toshinori thought of charging into the Port Mafia base, but that will be too risky. First, he has no idea if there are any innocent people in there. Second, if he pushed the Port Mafia to the corner, there was no telling what they will do. At any given time, this entire city could become hostage used against him.

He has too little information, but he couldn’t afford to wait until he’s prepared like he originally planned. If he doesn't act, the Port Mafia might go after that boy and he won't let that happen.

The blond turned and looked around the table before finding a map within the stack of advertisements and coupons.

「He will use the map.」

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 On the highest floor of the Port Mafia headquarters, a young boy wrapped in bandages stood by the window, staring at the hotel below them.

A man quietly stood behind him, dutifully waiting for orders with his hands folded behind his back. His raven hair mixed with gray ones were swept back over his head. He wore a monocle over his right eye, secured by a gold chain.

He observed the child he had been assigned to. While he was unable to understand his boss's decision, he didn't question his orders. He treated this child like any other commanding officers, disregarding the fact that the boy was just eight years old.

In Yokohama, age is irrelevant as long as the individual has the talent.

“Tell the tails to let the target notice them.” The boy ordered. “Don’t make it too obvious.”

“Yes.” The man reached into his pocket, pulling out a black flip phone and began typing the new order to his subordinates.

“Say, Hirotsu-san…” The boy looked over his shoulder as those dull eyes stared at the tall man behind him. “Do you know what the biggest difference between Heroes and Villains is?"

“I do not," Hirotsu replied.

If the people of the outside world were to be asked that question, they could probably write up a whole book to define the differences between Heroes and Villains.

The best example they will use would be to talk about how evil and justice were like two sides of a coin. These are two sides that can never meet face to face. If one looks up, the other must look down. However, to the Port Mafia, they may be two sides of a coin, but in the end they were still the same coin.

“Villains devise plans and Heroes break their plans. A good Villain need to have a good brain, but Hero doesn’t need that. What they need is the power to overcome obstacles. As long as they are strong, they can overcome anything.” The child muttered, sounding extremely bored with that kind of concept.

“There are three fundamentals for Heroes and Villains. For Heroes, it’s to rescue, protect and defeat. For Villains, it's to destroy, kill and take. Evil does evil for the sake of evil; justice does justice for the sake of justice. It's a very simplistic world outside."

Hirotsu didn't say anything. He stood there quietly when a buzzing sound followed by strong vibrations came from his pocket. He pulled out his phone again and looked down at the caller ID. With the phone centered in his palm, he bowed and presented it to the child.

The boy didn’t even look at the phone as he took it and put it against his ear.

“Mori-san.” He greeted the person on the other side without a beat.

“Dazai-kun.” Came the voice on the other end. “How are the preparations for our guest?”

“All according to plan.” Was the short and simple answer.

“Excellent. I will be expecting him in my office at eight o’clock tomorrow.”

With that, the person on the other side hung up. The child handed the phone back to Hirotsu and gazed up at the crimson sky that was painted by the setting sun.  

“Hirotsu-san, I believe we have two new additions that came in last month. Bring them with you.”

Hirotsu furrowed his brows, needing a couple of seconds before he remembered which two the boy was referring to.

“They have just begun their training period and are still new to the organization. We have far more experienced members with suitable Abilities that can—”

“No need.” Dazai coldly cut the older man off. He turned away from the window, giving one last look to the hotel before taking his leave.

“Those two are more than enough.”

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[spideybitey18]

Should I Stay.. Or Should I Go? (Part 3)

Hey guys! I’m back with part 3 with my Soulmate!au. I am really sorry about the wait but here you are. I’m so thankful about the responses i’m getting with this series, there is so much positivity and i love that so much! THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! Please enjoy reading and please leave any feedbak as that would be greatly appreciated <3 <3

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Warnings: ANgst, heartbreak, not edited

Y/N - Your name

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Should I Stay... Or Should I Go?? - Tom Holland Series

You woke up with a start. Your eyes wide open with fear, your muscles achy and throbbing from the lack of movement. Moving your eyes around frantically, you noticed that the room you were in belonged to no one else other than Tom. Which meant that you were lying in his bed.

You were all alone, in the darkened room with the fan on high as the only source of noise, until you heard a broken sob from outside of the room.

“Tom! Mate you need to stop”

Multiple thuds resonated throughout the house as if someone was punching a wall. Each punch left an echo of pain down the hallway. Your throat was too dry to yell out, your instincts telling you it was Tom who was injuring himself. You wanted to scream, to shout out that you were awake and okay, you wanted him to know that you were here and well alive by the feel of it. God knows what you looked like though. How much time has passed? How long have you been unconscious? You slowly twiddled your fingers to create any sort of circulation in your stiff fingers. You lifted the warm blanket off of you after a few minutes, before quickly noticing that you weren’t in the same attire that you wore on the night that everything had happened. Your eyes ran over the different pictures of Tessa on the pants you wore, assuming that the owner of these pair of pyjamas was Nikki.  

~~

The sounds of the wall being punched resided, only to be followed by a frustrated yell.

“This is all my fault.. everything is all my fault..” The person shouted, the voice cracking painfully. You could recognise that voice from anywhere. It was Tom’s.

You gasped, your eyes tearing up at the fact that he was only in the next room, a few feet away from you. You needed him, you wanted him to know that you were awake. You wanted nothing but for him to engulf you in his arms and tell you everything was going to be okay. The familiar feeling of your heart throbbing caused you to let out a silent whimper. 

A tear fell from your cheek, your lips quivering pathetically knowing you couldn’t do anything but hear Tom sobbing in the next room.

“She most likely will be dead because of me.. All of this bullshit soulmate nonsense about choosing to live or di-”

“That’s nonsense Tom, you know that’s not true, she would never leave you and you know that. She wouldn’t want you to give up like this mate” Another voice spoke up, the voice sounding like Harrison’s.

You stiffly nodded as if you were there, as if Tom could see you agreeing to every word Harrison said.

“Why didn’t she tell me! All of this could’ve been avoided, what? Didn’t she trust me!” Tom yelled, his voice raw with emotion, the shards of his broken heart spilling out with each word.

“I saw it..” Tom mumbled. 

“See wha-”

“I saw my initials. I can’t believe I never noticed them” he sighed, “Why didn’t she ever tell me?”

“She was afraid Tom.. she was afraid of rejection. You mean so much to her, heck you were her world”

“You aren’t making me feel any better Haz, i treated her like shit, i tossed her aside like she was nothing.. god i’m such a bastard” Tom whined, his eyes tearing up once again.

“You didn’t toss her aside you found Zendaya, your soulmate. She backed away and accepted it, that’s why she kept quiet. You need to talk to her when she wakes-“

“IF she wakes up” Tom interrupted, his voice laced with bitterness.

“She WILL wake up”

You moved your lips to speak, but nothing fell out as if you have no voice to begin with.

You groaned internally, wanting nothing but to be reunited with Tom. You wanted him here, you needed him here. You wanted to take away all of his guilt, Afterall you forgave him long ago before any of this even took place.

“T-tom” You whimpered, the tiniest of sounds leaving your chapped lips before getting lost in the whirlwind of noise coming from the fan. Goddamn it.

Your throat felt sore and raw from the attempts of speaking. You wanted to scream out your frustrations, but you knew it could never happen.

You heard footsteps moving, the noise sounding distant as each step was taken. You shook with fear, knowing that the two boys must be leaving.

“We’ll go get a beer mate, Nikki is in the kitchen so she will be here with Y/N” Harrison spoke up, his voice bouncing off the walls and into Tom’s room. Frantically you looked around to find something that you could use to create noise so that they couldn’t leave. Your eyes fell on your bag that was perched on the bedside table next to you.

You weakly pushed the bag onto the floor with your weak arm, the pain surging through your veins causing you to jolt, your body slipping off the edge of the bed. The impact of your body and your bag falling onto the floor created a loud thud. You cried out silently, your frail body curling into a ball on the hardened floor. Tears welled up in your eyes as you silently prayed that the boys heard the commotion. Your body screamed with pain, your sobs coming out silently wishing that Tom was here to hold you.

~~

Just as the boys finished putting their shoes on, a loud thud was heard coming from down the hallway. Both boys heads snapped towards the direction of Tom’s room.

“Shit, did you hear that?” Tom whispered, his eyes wide with worry.

Without another word, Tom bolted down the hallway, the fear of something happening to you clogging up his throat.

He reached his room in a matter of seconds, his heart racing at a fast pace.

He noticed your body on the floor in a curled up position, and your shoulders shaking due to the silent sobs leaving your body. Upon hearing the rush of footsteps, you lightly craned your neck to look up at who was at the door. You noticed Tom was standing there in shock, with a worried Harrison behind him. You gasped, the small sound snapping Tom out of his trance. He hurriedly reached down to your level, his arms wrapping around you, lifting you back onto his bed. His heart throbbed at how small and frail you felt in his arms, you felt and looked like a skeleton.

“Darling, are you all right?” Tom asked, his eyes filled with worry and panic as he scanned your face and body for any injuries. You weakly smiled even In your state, the happiness filling your cheeks as your gazed up at Tom, your soulmate.

“I’m o-okay” You whimpered, your voice coming out in broken whispers, “now that you are here”.

“Darling…” Tom whimpered, his eyes watering at the sight of you. His heart was filled with pain as he watched you smile up at him, even when you were hurt. You were a beautiful warrior, he knew that for sure. The guilt was slowly eating him up again, knowing that he was the cause of all of this. He couldn’t bring himself to genuinely smile back at you. He hesitantly moved away from you, his ears ringing with insecurities. He watched as your face fell at his move, his heart cracking beyond repair. He was the cause of all of this, this was all his fault… maybe you were better off without him.

He gasped, his tears pooling and blurring his vision as you moved your arms to reach out to him, your arms weak and shaky. He shook his head frantically, “I- I can’t do this”.

He hurriedly ran out of his room, running a hand through his curly locks, the frustrations eating him up alive. He thought he could handle this, he thought that once he knew you were awake he would do everything in his power to make you happy again, he made a promise to himself.

but now he was doing the complete opposite..

…I will only be hurting her more, he thought.

You watched as he left the room, your heart strings snapping all at once, as the love of your life left you in his room without a second glance.

Harrison stood at the door dumbfounded, as he watched two soulmates break apart once again. He hesitated with following Tom, but decided he was going to stay here with you. Tom was going to be okay, he thought, he just needs time.

He weakly smiled your way, noticing the blank expression you held. He softly sat on the bed, his hand reaching to hold yours, careful not to hurt you. Your lips quivered, as you gazed back into his icy blue eyes.

“You are a trooper, Y/N” He whispered, his hand lightly squeezing yours.

Your lips upturned lightly, silently appreciating his kind words.

Your dull and red eyes blinked back at his, the shock of Tom’s quick exit swirling around in your exhausted brain.

“H-he knows?”

Harrison gulped, “Y-yeah”

“How?”

Harrison’s lips moved to speak before he hesitated, as if the words were caught up in his throat. He sighed, before he squeezed your hand again in comfort.

“That night, when everything started..” he paused, his eyes shut as if he was trying to push the thoughts away, “That night…”

“Harrison p-please tell me” You mumbled, your eyes searching for his eagerly but he refused to have any eye contact.

“You died Y/n. You died and Tom had to perform CPR, hence why he saw your initials because he had to take your woolly jumper off”

“I d-died?”

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Lmao this is fiction so yeah, she died and came back to life. What did you guys think of part 3!? Part 4 will be posted very soon <3

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[blackjacktheboss]

madness of hera au 

Percy stood between the Grace siblings and Hera, the former queen’s view of her potential saviors slightly blocked

Jason and Thalia began to walk slowly in opposite directions, both gaining a view of the goddess

Thalia reached over her shoulder to retrieve an arrow, keeping her eyes on Percy

“I heard you weren’t captured with the other Hunters. Never heard of a Lieutenant running from a fight,” Percy mocked.

Thalia’s jaw clenched, “Annabeth always said you were never much of a strategy guy, so you wouldn’t understand.”

“You got me there,” Percy said, raising his eyebrows and pointing a finger gun in Thalia’s direction. “But I do have some friends who are literally born strategists, so that definitely helps.”

“Did your father send you?” Hera interrupted.  

Thalia and Jason exchanged a look as Percy scoffed

“I’m afraid Dickwad is… a little tied up at the moment, Queen. He can’t detangle himself, let alone send a message to his precious children. No… I’m assuming these two are here, as Thalia said, as part of some supposed strategy by the Huntress herself.”

Thalia and Jason immediately tensed, making a satisfied smile creep across Percy’s face.

He loved being right.

“What would Zoë think?” Percy asked, looking at the older Grace sibling. “Her successor abandoning her soldiers, leaving them to be captured. And don’t get me started on what she would think about you not staying by her Lady’s side… Ever the disappointment, aren’t you Thalia?”

“That’s enough, Percy.” Jason shouted.

Percy turned his attention to Jason, the light in his eyes completely gone.

“Or maybe disappointment is a family trait. Tell me, Jason, who are you here as? Jason the Roman soldier or Jason the Greek? Please tell me Jason the Roman. We could do Topeka 2.0! What do ya say?”

Jason’s shoulders tensed as he focused on trying not to take Percy’s bait.

“Ah, that’s right,” Percy continued, looking rather bored. “You’re Jason the zen master whose choice was not to choose at all. Kind of a cop out if you ask me.” 

Thalia snapped. “You really wanna talk about a cop out, Jackson? How about you starting an Olympian war because you killed Annabeth? You weren’t strong enough so now we all have to pay?! Typical. Male. Hero.”  

“Oh spare me the righteousness, Thalia. If I remember correctly, you only joined the Hunters to avoid being the hero of the prophecy.”

“That’s not-”

“I did what you were too afraid to do,” Percy yelled. His chest rose and fell heavily, his breathing measured as he tried to calm himself back down. “I made the choices that you refused to make. So don’t you dare talk to me about not being strong enough.”

Thalia scoffed, “Cry me a river, Jackson. This bullshit ends here. Release our father, and stop whatever idiot plan you’ve got going. Now.”

Hera coughed, her body somehow looking more frail than it had when Jason and Thalia entered the room.

“Jason… my boy. My hero. You must save me. Defeating this son of Poseidon is your birthright. Save me, and save Olympus.”

Her words were dripping with exhortation, Hera’s will creeping into the borders of Jason’s mind. It felt like charmspeak, only this was��� darker. More invasive.  

For a moment, he could feel Hera’s fear, her desperation, her rage towards Percy

It all washed over him in the blink of an eye, fading as quickly as it had overtaken him

His heart thumped in his chest as he fought to separate her thoughts and desires from his own

his instincts were telling him to protect the weak one in the situation. A voice that may have still been hers whispered in the back of his mind telling him this was not the way to bring about change. You weren’t born to revolt, Jason. You were born to maintain Order. The son of Justice itself. A soldier of Rome. Lone wolves die in harsh winters. You are not a lone wolf.  

But something inside of him would not let him move towards her, would not let him save her, would not let him fight Percy, a hero who had only ever done what was asked of him and as thanks, was chewed up and spit back out

He looked at his sister, fueled by misguided rage, and wondered how she became this person. Wondered if there was a version of their story where she really got to be his sister and not some vague figure in his life he had an invisible tie to

She had her bow drawn, an arrow aimed right at Percy’s chest

He’s not wearing any armor, he thought. She could make this shot in her sleep. But what happens if she does?

The throne room, and seemingly all of Olympus, began to rumble, all 4 occupants of the room looking around for the source

Suddenly the sound of stone breaking filled the room and they all looked over to see the thrones of Apollo and Artemis split into two.

Thalia’s eyes snapped back to Percy, burning with anger. “What have you done?”  

Percy ignored her and looked at the other Grace.

“That’s our cue to wrap this up. You can’t stop this, Jason. It’s happening with or without you.”

Jason looked at Hera as his grip on his sword tightened, thinking how small she looked. He wondered if that’s how they all used to seem to her.

His sword felt heavy in his hand, and suddenly he knew what he had to do

“This isn’t my fight,” he said to no one in particular. His eyes met his sister’s, “Do what you need to do, Thalia. I’ll be here no matter what happens.”

Thalia put down her bow and arrow as Jason handed her his sword  

she held it up, adjusting to the weight of it and slicing it through the air in front of her, images of Luke dancing through her head

Her electric blue eyes locked with Percy’s sea green ones, and Percy noticed a small yet familiar tint of red in them.

Percy turned to look at Hera, whose eyes were fixed on Thalia as she seemed to whisper something under her breath

Using her last bit of magic to infect Thalia. Pathetic.

“Annabeth would be disgusted with you,” Thalia spat.

Percy once again gave Thalia his attention and laughed eerily, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Are you saying that to me, or to yourself?”

The air around Thalia crackled as the sword sparked in her hand, and she charged towards him

Percy met her first strike with Riptide.

[monomas-a-smug-bih]

may i request a monoma x reader where monoma thinks reader likes someone else?

This smug bih is jelly af

(Readers quirk is taking over someone's quirk by touching them for as long as they want. They don't use there quirk but control how the opponent uses it.)

MONOMA NEITO slammed his locker shut more aggressively than usual, catching a worried glance from Kendou. She paused her conversation with a vine haired girl and glanced over.

“What’s your problem now?” She almost groaned puffing out her cheeks. The blonde just shrugged and said it was nothing. He trudged along the long school hallway alone.

No he was definitely on edge about something.

He’d developed an ’ infatuation ’ with some 1A female that participated in the Sports Festival. He was interested by her before, but seeing her be amazing on the battle field seemed to just put fuel in the fire. His fire anyways.

Now, he had a crush on you. Especially since you were patient enough to start up some small talk with him while watching some other students fight it out. He was beyond surprised, not showing any of it on his face of course..

He r e a l l y wanted to hear more of your voice.

But than he realized something, you’ve been talking to that ‘Bakugou’ kid he pissed off at the festival. A lot. Like more than an average person (or Kirishima) could handle, the guy was barely even sociable 90% of the time! So why were you putting up with him instead of Monoma!

Thoughts were rushing in and out of his head, the teachers lesson not even reaching his ears. The ringing of reasons for 'her’ to like Bakugou were far too loud.

Did you like him?

Did he like you?

Were you dating…?

On the inside, he was furious. That dude was a total lunatic with some stupid superiority complex. What does Bakugou have that he doesn’t that you find so appealing? He kinda felt sick, the nausea causing his internal anger to dissipate into worry almost immediately.

His ears were so deaf to the background noise of his surroundings, an orange haired girl had to poke him with a pencil.He was sent a few glances from students, the teacher had asked him a question. 'Shit.’ He hastily smiled politely asking him to repeat the question.

“I said, did you get all that?” He felt sweat trickle down his neck.

“Yes sir.” His smug expression definitely was conflicting with his nervousness on the inside.

After getting out of the classroom way too early for some reason, Kendou filled him in on the instructions for the training today. They were meeting up with class 1A for a training exercise. His ears perked up, now he was kinda excited.

He’d get to talk to you again.

“Pfft I don’t know why, something about team work and adapting to the people and your surroundings and different unknown quirks of others….. you know the deal.” He thanked her and they headed to the arena together. It was a city like setting, with lots of metal pipe structures and frail looking buildings, a little outing clear in the middle of it.( kinda like the one in the new ep w izuku n sero but more clear and like a city? Idk)

There were four roles. Police who couldn’t use quirks, Heroes who could, injured or attacked who needed rescuing(immobile unable to move), and Villains. It was a simple but complicated exercise.

“If a hero, villain or police officer is immobilized or wrapped in white tape, they become the injured and are not allowed to move from there spot. The key to winning depends on how many injured on each side or if all heroes or villains are immobilized.” All might practically yelled.

“You may all put yourselves in pairs.” The tired man sighed, his eyes almost covered by black long hair was evidence to his haggard state.

All might gave an almighty salute to us (see wat I did there hehu) and it was time to team up with someone. His heart sank at the the thought of you choosing Bakugou over him, when he heard you two arguing like a married couple.

“Boom boyyyyy where are youuuu….” you almost sang poking your beautiful head out of the crowd.

“Shut up already! So much for being the fucking patient one!”

Well there goes his chances with teaming up with y-

“Quiet down already, pairs need to consist of one 1a and one 1b student.” The haggard man sighed. Monoma glanced to you excitedly, though managed to keep his face blank.

“What kInD oF FuckerY is ThiS!!”

Taking your eyes off Katsuki, you and the blonde made eye contact, your e/c orbs looking into his pretty grey ones, didn’t you know him from somewhere? It clicked so you smiled brightly and ran over to him.

“Hey hey! I know you! Sports festival right!” You trotted over waving to him. His grey tinted eyes lighting up, he’d be lying if he wasn’t excited by you even remembering him.

“Yep. What is it?” He smiled for a second, it transitioning to a familiar smug grin.

“O-oh! N….Neito! Right? Well we have to choose different pairs now and your the only person I could think of….so…” you tried not to ramble, a little sad that he’d probably say no. His eyebrows bounced up, eyes widening a slight bit, than chuckled. Man did he loved the way his first name sounded in your voice.

“Well I don’t see why not.” He shrugged smugly, secretly dying on the inside about how cute you looked when you stuttered and rambled a little bit.

You two with some others were chosen for the part of heroes of course, and Bakugou was chosen as one of the villains, paired up with some random 1b student.

At the moment, you and the yellowy’ blonde may have been trying to attack a certain explosive boy. He was on a rampage of capturing heroes while you too thought up a plan inside a partially destroyed building.

Monoma distracted him, putting his dodging skills to work, snatching the boys quirk too steal his attention,

“YOU FUCKING COPY-CaT iLl KiLl yOu!”

“Haha, go on and try.”

Monoma was taunting him, so you swooped in from the building jumping towards his back, your hand grazed the ash blondes shoulder, gifting you control over his quirk. He hadn’t seen you yet since you were a fast runner he knew a second hero was present but looked too late to catch you hiding under a wrecked wall piece from a building he’d blown up. You didn’t wanna give away your hiding spot but it looked like Monoma would need a little help soon enough.

“Monoma!” You yelled, he took his eyes off of Katsuki.

“Got it!” You redirected an explosion about to hit him, giving him a change to retreat. Concentrating, you got Bakugou to, basically start self destructing.

“What the f-…Fucking Y/n! FUCKING Really!?” Monoma envied how he knew you enough to recognize you by your quirk almost immediately. Your quirk was quite exciting though, it was practically the ultimate counter attack.

You weren’t aiming to hurt him, but he unfortunately looked down at his palm before hand confused, knocking himself out with a minor explosion that came out of it shortly.

“Shit…. I am so dead afterwards, aren’t I.” You two wrapped him up in tape, leaning him against a wall, and went back into your little damaged building.You and Monoma just sat there on concrete waiting for more villains, awkwardly.

He was itching to ask if you associated your self 'intimately’ with the ash blonde he hated. He had to at l e a s t hint at it right?

“So what’s with you and 'boom boy’?”

“Huh?” You shot him a confused glance, putting a light dust of red in his cheeks. Why did you have to look so adorable?

“Well I mean, you too are pretty close for a pret- *cough* cool high school girl and a short tempered lunatic.” You watched his lips twitch a bit, seeming to struggle keeping on a smug expression, you tilted your head.

'Damn, good one Monoma. You almost called her pretty a n d trashed talked her potential boyfriend in one sentence. Great.’

“You got a crush on 'him’ or something.?” Jealousy was even more unbearably potent in that sentence.

“Kacchan?” You confirmed, he looked at the ground.

You blinked at him, giving him time to say he was joking. Than you stomped on his pride, by instead of replying stifling a laugh. Than struggling to keep it in and practically laughing through your whole sentence.

“Bakugou Katsuki? Pfft he’s l-like a-a brother t-to me.” He let out a quiet huh registering your words after admiring your careless laugh. It was like music to his ears. Now he felt like an idiot.

“W-why-” you gasped for emphasis on your realization.

“You’re….jealous?” His instincts kicked into panic mode the moment he messed up, this couldn’t have gone worse. Like hell someone as smart and pretty would like some smug asshole she’s talked too a couple of times, she’d find out and then. Game over.

“Woah, I was right for once AND made Monoma Neito, the copy cat of class B jealous!!” You eyebrows rose, and then a smug expression took over the features he admired most, then you smiled like an idiot seeing his face turn red. He desperately tried to erase the sound of how nicely his first name rolled off your tongue. He shook his head.

“Pshhh, yeah right. No I’m no-!” Before he could deny anything, you quit the sarcastic scooted closer to him on the concrete floor. You grabbed one cheek and pecked the other softly. This smug boy was beyond shocked.

“Cute.” His face was pink and his thoughts were scattered. You placed another soft kiss on his neck, sending shivers down his back.

For once he didn’t have any comebacks or smug remarks.

I apoligize this is kindaaa long but I was really in the mood for writing wOoPs :)

I explained the game or tranin a. Little to thoroughly because I was planning on maybe involving it in other imagines, like you guys request with a different char and the game, and I can write it as like a diff char x reader with them 'rescuing’ or having to carry you or smth. Idk.

Leave a note reblog and send me some requestssss I’m planning on opening them rn!

[bellringermal]

What sort of man is Gerhman for you? (Same question as with Maria)

He is a handsome piece of trash and I love him. THE END.

Oh, if only things were that simple! :P I will try not to turn this post into the ramblings of a shameless fangirl but I promise you nothing.

What I want to clarify right here at the start is that Gehrman is, overall, a good man. Yes, he is flawed, yes he is a closet pervert and yes he never really felt guilty for the slaughter of Fishing Hamlet. But all of this is what makes him the more human and relatable character in the Soulsborne series in my opinion and what intrigued me in the first place.

So, lemme give you some juicy and 100% fanmade backstory for this bad boi :P

Gehrman’s character and personality are definitely the results of his upbringing. Born frail and sensitive, he was forced into martial training since a young age and denied to pursue what was probably his true calling in life, that of the artisan. He had to ‘grow up fast’ to help to sustain his family (Gehrman’s childhood/teenage years follow the disastrous conclusion of a war between Carim and a foreign nation) and because of that he never got the chance to assiduously attend school. When he got hired at Byrgenwerth as a handyman at the age of 16, he could barely read and write. This poorly paid job was for Gehrman a pivotal turning point, because it allowed him to escape the clutches of his overly strict father and gain access to a world of higher-cultured people such as the students and personnel of the college.

And as time went on and Gehrman proved himself a skilled and hard-working lad, he forged a long-lasting friendship with the college’s gatekeeper/janitor Edmund and the sinister but caring scholar Dores. These two, are easily the most influential people in his life beside Master Willem. Dores and Edmund encouraged him to get back to study, lending him books and laboratory equipment so that he could put his -rusty, but brilliant-  skills at use in his free time and asked Master Willem to grant him the permission to attend lessons alongside the students. Finally able to express himself without neglecting the martial training he got from his father, Gehrman quickly became essential to Byrgenwerth as a whole, serving both as a groundskeeper (and trust me, you need someone like that when your college is located in the middle of a damn forest!) and custodian. Everything that ever mattered to him, everything good that ever happened to him and that gave Gehrman some sense of pride or accomplishment was tied to Byrgenwerth and to the benevolence of Master Willem who provided him a place where to stay in exchange for his services. No wonder the soon-to-be First Hunter would become fiercely loyal to the Byrgenwerth’s cause to the point of self-detriment.

When the scholars unlocked the entrance to the Tomb of the Gods and faced the horrors of the Labyrinths for the very first time, Gehrman was right in the front line, clueless an unprepared. That first ‘hunt’, that resulted in dozens of students getting killed and our ‘hero’ crippled and scarred for life, was an experience so horrifying and traumatizing that most people would’ve just called it quits “Fuck the college, I’m outta here, I don’t get paid enough for getting my face eat by giant undead werewolves”-style. But Gehrman, somehow, probably out of fear of losing everything he ever cared about now that Willem considered him useless because of his injury, endured. He swore to himself he would find a way to fight the beasts and vanquish them and as his leg healed after the amputation he spent months researching and tinkering with weapons at his (at the time, quite small and disorganized) worktable. During that time, Willem hired several groups of mercenaries hoping that they would be able to clear at least the first floor of the Chalice but obtained no concrete results. Still bound to his wheelchair, Gehrman observed their equipment and strategies, trying to grasp what those experienced warriors were doing wrong and what he himself would do wrong in following his father’s teachings. Once able to stand on his two legs once again, Gehrman asked the captain of the mercenaries to listen to him, offering some advice and explaining what he had learned from the Pthumerian texts Dores was able to translate. The mercenary scoffed him at first, but then decided to listen to what the young man had to say and asked him for a demonstration. Impressed by the rudimental but quite efficient trick weapon (Gehrman’s first creation was the Saif, in my headcanons. Not the Burial Blade) the captain allowed Gehrman to train with his men and share his knowledge and tricks with them. The next expedition in the Chalices would be their biggest success so far and that very night Gehrman would come back to the college with a wide smile on his blood-smeared face and the severed head of a Scourge Beast as a trophy. He was 24 years old :3

But the real story begins almost 20 years later. 20 years that Gehrman spent devoting himself to the Hunt completely, perfecting his techniques, forging new weapons and taking the place of the captain of the mercenaries becoming, in fact, the Hunter Chief of the group, now composed of more than thirty members, all students of his. He came from nothing and crawled his way up to the top, taking pride in his accomplishments despite the fact that he had to put aside everything else, including his private life (which had been quite depressing and lonely since his childhood friend, Therese, married someone else) and with the constant awareness that everything he has is still just a kind concession of Master Willem and that he could lose everything in the blink of an eye. His workshop, his money, even his comfy studio filled with mechanical creations, everything belongs to Byrgenwerth.

Even now, as a grown-ass man with a reputation and devoted students of his own, Gehrman is still very much the same insecure boy he was when he joined Byrgenwerth. He still holds a grudge towards his father (it’s a mutual thing) is a walking disaster around women, is very dependable on Dores and Edmund and never questions Master Willem’s orders, not even the more despicable ones. And trust me, Willem often asked him, Dores and Edmund to do things that are, to put it simply, quite fucked up. For science, of course.

Overall, Gehrman means well. He does his best, tries to be impartial when it comes to his students and genuinely cares about their safety and well-being. He has seen many of them die in the course of his career and always blamed himself for their demise. Even if they signed up a contract knowing what they were getting into, that doesn’t make the departure of a colleague or friend any less painful for him, reason why he takes upon himself the responsibility of finishing off his students on the battlefield if there’s nothing that can be done for them. He is a really demanding teacher (which reminds him of how his father used to treat him and Gehrman kinda hates himself because of that. Yep, he definitely has daddy issues) and someone who wouldn’t hesitate to kick you out if you don’t behave, but he would do this only because he doesn’t want to see you dead.

Surprisingly, all the above also applies to Maria. No matter how much into her he is, during training, he never treated her differently than his other students. Never went easy on her because of her higher social status or the simple fact that she is a woman. (I mean, Gratia, Izzy and Henriett are women as well and they know that Gehrman doesn’t give a damn and they are glad he doesn’t.)

Speaking of which, it’s time to make this post even longer and spend a few words on Gehrman’s mania. He immediately found Maria extremely attractive since their very first encounter, and in a genuinely perverted way at that. He immediately had his mind filled with all sort of naughty thoughts while his reasonable side was there to remind him to “keep dreaming bro, that ain’t going to happen”. And at first, he was kinda okay with that. No matter how beautiful she was, Maria was a real pain in the ass at first and not someone Gehrman would’ve wanted to form any sort of relationship with. So his thoughts were, for quite some time, just thoughts. And not even particularly intrusive ones. But as time went by, the more he got to know Maria the more he realized that she was literally everything he ever looked for in a woman. That was the moment the whole drama began because at that point he became afraid of what Maria would’ve thought of him if she ever found out about his infatuation with her.

That is the point in the story when he began to hide, lie and avoid her while still dying to see her. This part is my favorite because Gehrman is very conflicted and does a bunch of dumb shit in pure cheesy Period Drama style. The worst thing he does is probably idealizing Maria beyond belief, putting her on a pedestal where no one (not even himself) can touch her while gloating about the idea that he is the one responsible for her talent. Which is relatively true, but doesn’t excuse the ‘ownership’ he claims over her skills. On a good note, he is very aware of how twisted his feelings have become and feels guilty about it, reason why he acts cold and distant towards Maria. A behavior that doesn’t fit with that of the other hunters who are now friendly and well-disposed towards her at this point in the story.

His internal turmoil is the reason why I do find Maria’s reaction to his extorted confession absolutely brilliant (props to Daisy who wrote it

Now, I could keep on rambling about these two for hours and about how the Old Blood and its effects on them (and the setting) affected the story but this post is already TOO long XD

[ryantiffxiv]

The Warpath Home - Part 2

Here he was – a seasoned field agent with years of experience. But what had open warfare done to him besides remind him of just how young he was, and just how ignorant he still was of coping with what he had experienced?

She must had been no older than five summers. Her simple dress had been white once, but the color had been washed down to a certain murkiness by time in the dirt and dust. Her hair was to her shoulders, and in her hand was a pink umbrella. The handle curved like a hook, and the pink canopy was decorated with simple white gyrations.

 Ryanti stood still with open eyes, but a quizzical expression decorated his face. Was this girl running to him?

 “Mister mister!” She exclaimed again, having to take a break to huff in more breathe into her young lungs. But as most children are, she was also full of energy, so within moments she snapped back up and stared up at the man with starry brown eyes. She grabbed at his coat with her free hand, tugging it towards her direction. “Hey, I have to tell you something!” Ryanti made a noise of catching his voice within his throat before replying with a humble “Yes, what is it?” The little girl huffed in another breathe and continued. “Mister Soldier Man, I wanna thank you for saving our town! You look important and mum told me I had to do my part. It rains here sometimes, and I noticed you don’t have an umbrella so you’ll get wet when it rains, and… so here’s an umbrella!” She stammered, offering him the umbrella with an outstretched hand.

The moment put things in perspective for him. He might have been wrestling with thoughts of weakness and emptiness, but to a little girl he was everything.

He had once been that age, and a flash of that memory crossed his mind. Oh how much he had grown, but how little he still knew…

 His eyes caught the gaze of the mother as she approached her daughter, hands clutched upon the center of her frame, her arms crossed. “Oh, I’m sorry dear, I can’t get her to hold onto anything she keeps.” She said to him apologetically.

 Ryanti glanced back to the pink umbrella. It looked so corny and silly to imagine himself using such a thing to prevent himself from getting drenched in the rain… but the gesture alone was worth the risk of embarrassment. “I don’t mind getting wet, but... it’s better not to, isn’t it?” He said, taking the offer in the form of the pink umbrella. “Yay! See momma I helped!” The little girl exclaimed, running into her mother’s gown. The older woman knelt down with a little smile in her eye, ruffling the little girl’s hair and picking her up into her arms. “You sure did, sweetheart. Now come, your little brother needs a change.”

 She eyed him with a bit of reverie. “We won’t take up any more of your time. Thank you – for all you and others do to see this place free.”

 Ryanti smiled and tipped his head in her direction. “Yes ma’am. And we will keep doing all we can to make things right.”

 As he watched them both walk off, his eyes shifted downward to the umbrella in question. He slowly took it into both of his hands, examining the little device that was obviously too small for him and perhaps not in the right colors a soldier would be caught with. It seemed that his luck had ‘spiraled downward’ to be burdened with such a thing. He gently wisped a gloved thumb across the smooth surface of its canopy, and within its material he could see the shadow of himself that had taken his shape, but he knew he could no longer see himself as she saw him – through a child’s eyes.

With one smooth motion, he opened the little umbrella, lifting it upwards to shelter him from a sun that did not come out to shine. The small thing barely covered his entire frame, and not all of his fingers could fit upon its handle. Ryanti turned to the Sergeant who had come back with the other soldiers to prepare loading the food for delivery. Upon seeing their Commanding Officer with that umbrella, they could not hold back their laughter.

 He couldn’t help but agree. He probably did look pretty silly then.

 “Lieutenant Veanysus!”

A booming voice echoed across the scenery, and Ryanti turned his head in the direction of the familiar call. Across from him, a rather imposing highlander man paced towards him, his footsteps as heavy as his omnipotent presence. He appeared to have experienced at least double the amount of summers as the young man he was addressed, with a mat of grey hair exposing themselves through the sides of his helm. He was a Flame Captain, that much was obvious, and in this case a direct superior to Ryanti.

 It was Flame Captain Logan Wellrock.

 “Sir!” Ryanti answered, shifting his stance to be at attention. It was a display that perhaps the Ala Mhigan people were used to as they begun to re-emerge from their homes after the fighting that had occurred.

 The imposing man paced to the Lieutenant’s front, before shifting his body to face him. He replied to Ryanti’s respectful stance with a Flame Salute, matching one familiar with familiar. “At ease, soldier. I have come to you with some news regarding the aftermath of Ala Mhigo’s liberation. Come. Walk with me.”

 Ryanti relaxed, and nodded to him briefly before giving the other soldiers a wave of departure. Afterwards, he walked evenly with the Captain. He kept close to him, for there were still others to weave through. The streets of Ala Mhigo were crowded with civilians whom have recently had their government toppled, with soldiers walking about to mend and to heal, as well as straggling wounded men, women, children. So on and so forth. As was always what followed in the aftermath of conflict.

 “I’ve heard much of common little fellows making heroes out of themselves, but not much about you. Trying to hide the fact that you got lost on the way to your rendezvous?”

Ryanti smiled a little. He was silent for a few steps, his eyes weak in life but his humor still intact after all the shell-shock and turmoil. “Many got lost. Rank, authority, organization… all of it breaks down if the fighting gets intense enough. I just improvised, like the enemy did. I cannot help but think it was luck and only luck as the reason why I am still here.”

“You and I both, kid.” Wellrock admitted. His voice was deep and brash, like a man who had been a father once, or a loving husband once. He was gruff, and stood firm in his posture like a wall of iron. But in his voice there was a certain kind of intimacy, a relief. “For as much bloodshed as I have been witnessed to bare, if it was not in vain then it brings me at least enough closure to focus on the future rather than the past. I recommend you do that as well.”

 Ryanti leaned a bit over to make way for a woman who he almost bumped into. She was holding but a single candle in her frail hands, and the look on her face as she stared upon the floor told Ryanti that she was either delivering a prayer, or grieving. “I can only try.” He quietly admitted, to the response of a thoughtful hum from Wellrock.

 “You did well. We all did. We can only do as much as we are meant to do. At the end of the day, we are stronger together than separate. We realized this while the Empire did not. That is what led to victory. But, life must go on.” He stopped in his tracks, giving Ryanti a casual little shrug. Wellrock was not the ideal Captain. He was more informal than most, more laid back than most. Yet his unusual method of commanding was the result of his experiences in the field himself.

 “So what that means is I’m going around and giving people their missives. One of the more challenging things about being a leader is knowing what to do after the fighting is over. But it was a little easier with you than most. The Alliance had plans for you.”

 Ryanti glanced at him with a bit of curiosity behind his eyes. “Plans for me? Of what accord?” he asked intuitively, his arms were at rest behind his back. His pause was indicative of his surprise. Wellrock smirked a bit. The kid could actually still show emotion after experiencing everything that happened. Even so much as a loose brow or a curious blink of the eyes let him know that he was okay. He had gotten worried the last time he had spoken to the Lieutenant.

 Perhaps the liberation of the city state returned him back to normal.

 “Of your future beyond this war.” He stated, and with that he reached to the rear of his waist, opening up the black courier satchel he carried with him upon his shoulder. “You will be leaving Ala Mhigo soon. Your continued service in aiding the populace so soon after their liberation is commendable, but Alliance Command holds a proposition for you that I think is very much up your alley based on the things you told me.”

 For once, Ryanti did not hear the latter half of those words. His aquamarine eyes glanced down upon the paved road of where he was standing, remembering that he was in fact standing within the city state itself. A city state that people from his past that he cared deeply about fought for with equal amount of fervor as he.

 “But I don’t want to leave.” He told Wellrock, shaking his head and glancing back up at the man a head taller than he. “Not yet.”

Wellrock knew he was going to say that. A quick and heavy breathe left him, and the older man placed his calloused hands upon his hips, eyeing the boy as if he was speaking to an offspring of his. “Trust me. You wouldn’t want to stay. Not someone like yourself. You got other places to be! Besides, your mandatory leave is gettin’ very close. No use sitting here among folks trying to figure out what kind of government they are going to have when we already have plenty of others willing to volunteer.”

 Ryanti frowned at the notion, his eyes moving over to see the pink umbrella he still carried with his left hand. He glanced it over, his thoughts retreating to the image of that young girl, as well as the gratitude of her mother. He didn’t understand. He had just came here after twenty years of dreaming about it. Why did he suddenly have to leave? He could not abandon those thoughts as he lifted his gaze to take the missive from Wellrock, clutching the letter in his other free hand. “I… understand. Where would you have me go?” He said, his voice a bit weaker in defeat.

 Wellrock placed his arm upon the young man’s shoulder, and shook it a bit. “Hop on a carriage back to Porta Praetoria. There will be someone waiting for you, as far as I remember. He’ll tell you the details.”

 “But where are you going?” Ryanti asked. He hoped this didn’t mean that he would spend too much time not being able to see the old man. Over the fighting that had occurred – over this entire war – he had been the one sturdy rock in his life as he stumbled through the perilous journey to where he was now. And he chastised himself for it. Here he was – a seasoned field agent with years of experience. But what had open warfare done to him besides remind him of just how young he was, and just how ignorant he still was of coping with what he had experienced. “Oh, I’m staying here.” Rockwell replied matter-of-factly. “For now. Ala Mhigo still has to be fortified… and with the Crown Prince deceased, we have no clue if or when they will counter-attack. We all have our places to be in this world, young man. You have yours to go to now. So go, and don’t let me down, kiddo.”

 It was the first time he had called him a young man. Wellrock saluted. Ryanti did as well – with a bit of a renewed fire in his eyes. “Sir.” He replied, with a softness in his voice. A goodbye.

 As he turned about-face, from the corner of his eye he could see the taller man walk away from him, his figure getting smaller as he scratched his head over who to go to next for their missive. He had grown fond of him over the moons. He’ll miss him. Ryanti placed the letter inside the loop of his belt, and picked up the pink umbrella with both arms, examining it more thoroughly.

 He could remember what and who he was fighting for. That was crystal clear. So were the recent memories that haunted him. For it was not too long ago that Ryanti was holding something else with both hands in an eerily similar manner. He could still hear the sounds… feel the vibrations… and to those around him that had both died and survived in their finest hour.

 END OF PART 2

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Part 3 will come eventually!

[the-bear-neccesities]

Ashes to ashes part two lost boys fan fic david x oc

The ginger jumped back as blood pooled around her, she emptied out his pockets quickly, and folding back the blade upon itself. Opening up her mirror while in the muc better light of the semi vacent building side,the nightwalker made sure no evidence was visibly upon her. The woman heard her name being called and quickly made her way to the crowded pier pocketing the money into her purse as she went. this was horrible but keeping those feelings down the girl put on a smile

"Sorry Davie, nature called. " His eyes washed over her and an off distance smile covered his face, he could smell it, the blood on her hands, feet, and in her purse, she wasn't having her ride on the cotton dragon, the man closed his eyes and followed the smell. Who ever that was probably had it coming.

Ashes to ashes. the man looked at her holding up the vodka and candy. " Not a problem Astrid. " David stated settling himself upon the railing. "So you get the candy to?" The girl asked sitting herself next to him he tossed her the skittles and handed her the vodka. Ash ate a few skittles before tossing a few in the bottom watching the rainbow gems float to the bottom of the bottle. "There is some childhood youth in you."  David spoke suddenly causingly the glass bottle to nearly slip from her hand.

"Sadly you don't...old man." The ginger teased with a wide smile, before the color changed and she took a large sip from it wincing horribly at the taste, if she was going to even attempt to forget the crime she had commited the girl would have to get a bit drunk "If you gave me the time of night i'd show you what this old man can do." Ash shook her head and dropped more candy into the alcohol. "Yeah, i don't provide my service with viagra, i'm not sure  if you can keep it up long enough." David faked a hurtful look before  chuckling.

"You don't mean that kid-""If you think you can call me kid i think i do." The man rolled his eyes tiping back his head to take a swig. "Jesus you're gross that is not how you handle vodka...here "She took it from him as he digustinging pretended to gargle with the alcohol and dropped a load of candy in to it changing  the clear liquid into a rainbow. "Here you go, now at least i won't think you don't have any taste..weirdo." Astrid stated with a wide smile.

"I liked you, you should have known i have taste." He took a sip and smiled softly. "But you had yet to taste me" the woman giggled stupidly taking in the buzz that over took her. "i was wondering has anyone? I bet you taste sweet." The man whispered looking as her gaze faltered and cheeks heated slightly, the redness partial to her embaressment and from the drink.

"David it is far to early for that talk...How did you meet the boys?" He shook his head sighing at the fact she was embaressed. "well we're a family you know...We were just street kids and we sort of just found eachother, of course we wouldn't have if Max  hadn't taken us in...hey come with me." His eyes lit up suddenly with an idea, even if he was going to eat her the vampire wanted at first wanted her to truly trust him.

"Wait why david where are we going?" The girl whined as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the crowd "to see him, he could give you a job." Astrid stopped dead in her tracks looking up at him. "What...David no, i don't need hand outs and you've done far to much already, and i barely know you why...why are you doing this?" david chuckled at her watching as she shifted uncomfortable and took in a large gulp of the drink.

"come on, you gave me your chinese food this is pay back..and you'll owe me a kiss if you get the job.deal?"  The woman rolled her eyes though he could see a tear make it's way down her face. "deal, but just a kiss? David...if i..i don't have to do that...ever again i'd give someone my soul if i could..." Ash chuckled quickly wipping away her small showing of sensitivity as she steadied her voice.

"You sure he'd let me get the job?" the girl asked and the man moved her out of the crowded street looking her over. "Yeah, if put up your hair, and tuck in the tits,  i think you'll be golden." David laughed  watching as she pulled up the crimson locks that had surrounded her neck like a waterfall, with nimble fingers tie it up and doing so she revealed three elongated scars that went down to hide in the coverings of her gown.

he looked at her neck not only feeling the sensation of her pulse beating wildy but the curiousity that was eating away at him. what happened to her? yes he gathered that she had been hurt, but people in her situation got better eventually, instead it seemed as though the ginger before him had sunk even deeper into this pit of hell.

"David?" The girl whispered, the creature blinked to see her brows furrowed together and a blush cover her freckled cheeks, the handsome icy eyed man before her had been staring.  "He's just over there okay..i'll talk to him and then send you in." Ash nodded and held out her hand as though she was simply a frail child and he was a hero leading her away to safety, for another moment the man couldn't believe that she slept with men for a living.

The two made their way over to the video store where a group, of what Ash knew to be Davids biker friends, stood. They looked her up and down before raising brows at her appearance, their questioning looks were all aimed to the jacketless pale man before her.  "Aye there davie, you really know how to pick em, maybe you should settle down with this one she has got a-""You are wrong on two accounts, buddy boy. One i picked him, and two...Only place anyones going to be settling is six feet under alright." ash snapped with a soft smile and a wink before taking another sip of the colored liquid the boys laughed gently as she blushed

The black haired one with a chisled jaw chuckled. "I like her."  David put an arm around the small ginger almost as though he was claiming her, the man was somehow different from how he was when they were alone, tense? protective? "Me too, we're here to talk to max...He in there?" Astrid glared at david playfully until he slowly removed his arm, the boys sent a look at him as though he had just been castrated.

The woman smiled and softly nudged him, he was being the nicest person she had ever met and Ash didn't want to bruise his ego to badly . "Put it back, it's the least i can give you...since your not getting anything else." the man smiled widely at her his cold skin pressing over her hot neck, Astrid wondered if she should hand him back his jacket.

"you're just saying that right?" Dwayne tease do​ the woman placed her finger to her lips. "i'll never tell." Ash looked over at the bleach blond man who smirked at her. "as long as he doesn't." Paul, the twisted sister look alike nudged david. "he's in there if you want." the man looked nervous as he moved closer to the door and for the first time in this better light she noticed his muscled forearms and the tired look in his eyes

Ash blushed at this obvservation, wondering how they would feel holding her close as she tugged up at her dress top before the man squeezed her scarred hand. "Good luck." she whispered as the stubbled man moved away  and handed his bottle off to the twisted sister look alike, the door to the home video store opened and closed with a ring. Her heart was pounding as the middle aged man chatted with david, he had glasses and a stern look on his face.

"so, david seemed to like you." the ginger looked over at the small blonde haired man, he was younger than her and had an impish smile that reminded her of puck. "yeah he seems to like you guys alot too, i'm ash by the way, do you guys want some?" the dark haired one raised his brows smirking wildly as the red haired girl handed him the colored alcohol.

"i also got some candy if you guys want." her eyes were trained once more on the middle aged brunet who looked from her to david before seeming to sigh heavily. the nightwalkers guts twisted at the thought that he would convince David that she was gutter trash and all this hope Astrid had in the pit of her stomach would have been for nothing, this chance encounter would end here making her feel less that worthless.

"i'll take some." Marko, the impish small one stated, half heartedly and with red cheeks she gave him the remainders of the skittles. the woman could feel their eyes over her like Ash was a prey for the feeding but her only worry was towards the video store clerk and the biker that he was speaking to, nothing else seemed to matter at the moment.

David had a small smile when he came out of the store, that told her everything was okay. "go on in, you'll do alright." the man stated beaming as he squeezed the freckled girl's hand the leather on her wounded hand hurt slightly but she didn't seem to notice at the moment.

"Make sure they don't drink all of the alcohol okay?" she was nervous but swallowed it down as david held open the door and let her pass a small sweet smile etched into his handsome features. The inside of the video store was warm and the smile on the owner of the store was even more welcoming, with her worrying slightly settled Ash put on a bright smile.

david shut the door and felt the boys silently prying for an explanation, they had obviously heard the conversation between the leader and him. "what?" Marko shrugged looking to paul to speak. "She had blood on her. I don't know what game you're playing at Davie, but homicidal barbie isn't what we need at the moment, are you planning on turning her or something-"" homicidal barbie is that what we're calling her? i am assuming you've never killed someone so you obviously have leway in the way that you can judge people aye paulie boy?" the icy man growled for the first time making the rest silent.

"She's just a girl okay you guys? Ash is just a girl who needed some help, and i thought that i might as well make her life a bit better before i kill her." dwayne gave David a knowing look and paul shrugged guiltily, Marko dumped the whole package of candy into his mouth and pretended to be choking in order to try and ease the tension.

The man spoke with the ginger woman kindly though he had an waryness about the way he eyed her. Astrid couldn't blame him but enjoyed how professional about the whole thing he was. "Well, you seem like a young girl, who is very sweet and has just happened to have some bad luck in her life, my son seems to have trusted you enough to ask me to give you a part time job." the man paused to wipe his glasses

"But, i will warn you that this job though it is not hard does have rules, there will be no drug use of any kind if i am to employ you okay? And this job will not pay you as much as you usually make i hope you understand that." Max smiled softly at the girl. "i do, and thank you so much for giving me this opporatunity, what uniform is required?" the employer than looked her up and down. "pants, and a T-shirt would be most acceptable, something that covers you up though, you start day after tomorrow and you have the next two days after that to work, three days a week night shift only, it's good to have you on board Astrid."

the two shook hands as Astrid tried not to squeal in happiness. Soon enough she was outside and the young woman immediately wrapped her arms around the tall scruffed faced blond man. "oh my god, thank you, thank you." it was the first time that the two had hugged and the man had his arms about her lower waist holding her close in an almost loving embrace.

his cool arms was about her and her face was pressed against his silent chest. David could feel her pulse, he hungered to take her at that moment, the blond heroic dead man didn't know if he meant that in his usual sense and a sudden flash of memory almost knocked him off of his feet, jack, the man the creature had killed the night before was embracing the woman in the memories just like this.

Astrid blush suddenly inhaling as she unclasped her hands from his neck and went to step back only to be caught by his own hug. Her green eyes met his and David smiled softly. "you're welcome Ash, we should probably go celebrate."  his voice was a husk whispered which made the now retired nightwalker nod.

"you boys mind giving us back our alcohol?" the ginger asked with a raised brow, Dwayne stepped forward smirking with his own brow raised as he handed the two bottles to her. David wrapped an arm about her shoulder and saluted his friends who all rolled their eyes at the pair. "we could go to the beach, hang out there and get drunk, what do you think? " the woman suggested handing the bottles to the blond killer as she peeled away his jacket.

"Maybe, but there is a lot of dust, maybe we could go on a ride, or to your place..maybe my place." the ginger scoffed. "i've just been relieved from my job of sleeping with people, i'm not going to celebrate by sleeping with someone. " David rolled his eyes as she gave back the jacket and took one of the bottles from him. 

"i don't want to sleep with you, atleast i'm not planning on sleeping with you tonight, we do need to celebrate, and if heading out to the beach and drinking is the way you want to go than that's what we'll do." the pair linked arms, which made ash smile slightly at the coldness of his appendage, David had yet to put on his jacket, not that she was complaining the icey feeling of his skin was welcoming.

before they could fully step off the pier Astrid stopped and took off her heals, causing david to have to hold onto her waist so the young buzzed woman wouldn't tumble over entirely. the girl sighed giggling softly at the man's kindness. "you are definitely going to end up sacrificing me to some deity aren't you?" the vampire smirked down at her as she stood fully and had her overly uncomfortable heels in hand.

"Nope, i might just eat you up though?" Ash rolled her eyes nudging him playfully as she wiggled her toes in the cold sand. "I don't take you for a cannibal Davie, sorry to say i don't think you'd have the stomach for it, the cooking i mean there is so much preparation in cooking the meat." the pale man rolled his eyes as he laid out his long duster jacket like it was a blanket.

"Yeah cooking is not my fortay but for you i think i might just make the effort." Astrid took a huge gulp from her bottle before settling down and patting the spot next to her, her eyes glued on the ocean which was crashing into the beach meters before them. david sat reluctantly watching the red haired girl stretch out her toes.

his eyes moved up her white legs, counting the freckles before coasting over her dress, he could imagine her skin wrinkling and her eyes dulling as well as the bright color in her fading away, imaging Astrid being forty with crows feet and a tired face. but for now Ash was beautiful, and one way or another she'd end up being a beautiful corpse, by his violence or one of her customers she would have died young.

the woman was oblivious to his dark thoughts and she  scooted herself closer to him hoping to get some warmth. "gosh you're cold Davie, maybe you should be wearing the jacket." Ash's eyes turned to him only to find the man taking a huge drink from his half way empty bottle, her eyes scanned David's throat and his toned overly white arms, the muscles and veins peering out from the skin to her; like a reminder.

He could kill her. Ash thought David could do it right here and now, no one would care, no one could see, Astrid had alcohol in her system it wouldn't have been unusual, all this gentleman would have to do would be to walk her out to the ocean and hold her under, David could even...he could have even taken her and the police, if they investigated, would have thought nothing of it.

that idiotic thought sent a chill down her back as she morbidly thought of what her father would have said after finding out good riddance. Astrid could imagine him slamming the door infront of the officers face telling them that he didn't have a daughter and for the state to take care of the whores corpse, she'd see the over worn tired eyes and calloused hands of her father pushing open to door to her bedroom, it'd be exactly the same it had been, flowered walls, old peeling white floors with matching bed post, Ash's blue comforter dulled from years of dust, and small blue matching piano settled amongst the blanket of dust

Her father would have looked over at her talent show trophys, that picture of her at the fair with two missing front teeth standing next to gene their prized milk cow, and he'd look over her drawings,  tears wetting the dry paint, tired hands would run over the ivories of the musical instrument wetting the keys as he remembered Astrid.

Then her father would shut that door one last time, her sisters would pack it and sell everything and that would be-"you like what you see?" David stated with a small smile as she jumped out of her darkened thoughts. "sorry. " the woman shook her head as she blinked away that horrid vision.

David was to nice, but Ash didn't think that he would do that to her. "i was just thinking...you still want that kiss i suppose?"

the man caught that lie but brushed over it with a smirk, nodding his head as the messy haired girl scoffed. "A promise is a promise i suppose." Ash took an over dramatic drink tossing her head back before she moved over to the man on her knees waddling over until the woman was right up to him, and instead of just kissing him, the ginger straddled him, legs, with dress pushed slightly about her hips, on either side of him.

David used his hand to lean on, as Ash settled on top of him. Her green jewels slightly peircing in the dark at him. The man's hand on her hip gently, the other fisted about the dirt as he fought to control the unending urge to rip out her throat. Astrid had placed her own hands on his shoulders before slidding them upward, one on the back of David's neck the other combing through his surprisingly soft hair.

she took in a soft breath making a small sound before leaning closer, David could see every pore and mark, the girl's lips were slightly chapped, pink and wet from the drink they had been enjoying, than all the man could see was the ocean crashing against the shore through the breakings in the tangled fire of her hair as Astrid's lips met  the mans.

The lost boy made his mouth move, enjoying her soft lips and small frame pressed against him. Sweet vodka and her, filled up Davids tastebuds.  The wanting woman curled her fingers about his hair, all of her moving with the kiss, tongues softly prodded and astrid could feel her cheeks heat against his cool flesh. David's and moved from her hip to the back over her neck where he could feel the old scars.

with in two magical moments after, the ginger pulled back sucking in her bottom lip as she looked down and blushed heavily, still tasting his essence in her mouth. "Well, that was nice-" David pulled the almost naive retired prostitute into a hug,  breaking her sentence where it began,  almost missing how she shook against him with soft innocent tears of hope, and happiness, pouring down her face.

"I really am thankful of you showing up david, i truly am...I didn't know how much longer i could be doing that..." Her own arms wrapped around the freezing man almost to tightly for him to feel comfortable, but David could feel Atrid's pulse, he could  see the vein on her neck moving against the skin begging to be ripped and drained.

The firey haired paled woman was almost wanting to die. The scruffed man sighed eyeing the crashing waves as his fangs peered from their hiding and his face contorted into it's monsterous form, Ash inhaled into his shirt sensing his tension. The young broken girl didn't notice the difference in his features as she softly placed a kiss in front of his ear.

She didn't notice the almost deadly grip or how his fake breathing had stopped and how David was still beneath her, all Astrid could hear was the ocean, the distant sounds of life on the pier, and her own breathing. The man however, could only hear her pulsing, rapidly beating heart, though when Astrid whispered into his ear once more, all of it almost stopped.

"It's okay, i understand." All of his instincts and hunger almost stopped...Almost, but of course they didn't, once a monster always a monster, and once a prostitute, always a prostitute, at least to the publics eye she always would be.

and even though she had a knife just a few feet away the woman didn't even scream as the creature drained her dry, Astrid simply stared up at the star holding onto her killer tightly as though he was saving her, and in a sick way David was. She had finally found a way out, and that way out smelled of motor oil, cigerettes, and her blood.

and with Ash's memories, david would suffer, weep and Astrid would forgive the monster. Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust, after all he had only taken away her life, it wasn't worth much to anyone anyways, only forty dollar vodka, and a pack of skittles, it wasn't worth much to anyone. Ash was happy to give it away.

The end