#and then he comes back next chapter like surprise bitches yall thought i was dead lmao

[lotus-pear]

regret

[stressisakiller]

I'm Glad it's You

Steve Rogers x reader soulmate AU

As you wish part 3

Summary: A difficult conversation and a whole lot of fluff

Warnings: none, couple of curse words, mentions brainwashing

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: I finally got to this chapter!! I am so sorry it took so long life has been hectic. Hope yall like it!

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Blinking your eyes open you are surprised to see that you are still in the living room. You can't remember falling asleep last night. Then you feel the arm that's thrown over your stomach and the breath of the super soldier sleeping beside you. Right you think, Captain America is my soulmate and we fell asleep watching the princess bride. That was a sentence you never thought possible.

You carefully shuffle around for a better angle to see the man next to you. His mouth is slightly open and he had moved from mostly sitting up to lying on his side, one arm under your head the other around your waist. His hair is adorably messy, you wouldn't have thought that his hair could be anything but perfect. It is strangely endearing to see him like this, completely relaxed and looking slightly ruffled. 

Your gaze on his face seems to rouse him from his sleep, eyes slowly blinking open and taking in the world around him. He startles awake when he realizes how close you are and the fact that his arms are wrapped around you.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean..” He starts apologizing while trying to untangle himself from you.

You cut him off by snuggling closer to him, your voice is muffled by his chest as you speak. 

“Don’t you dare apologize, that was the best sleep I’ve had in ages, plus you’re my soulmate, I doubt cuddling on the couch all night will be the worst thing we do.” You look up to see a slight blush painting his cheeks at your words.

“I never said it was," he counters, still a little flustered, "but we only just figured this out last night and I didn’t want to assume anything.” He quickly gains his composure back, allowing himself to enjoy the feeling of you in his arms. That is until Tony walks in.. 

"Please no sex on the couch, it's a bitch to clean." He states loudly causing you to laugh at his antics. You force yourself to leave the warmth that is Steve's arms and walk over to Tony who is grabbing a cup of coffee.

“I’m still mad at you, you know, for not telling me earlier.” You state matter of factly. "All this time I thought I'd end up dying alone because of one of your experiments gone wrong, and it turns out that you knew who my soulmate is for months."

He looks at you for a moment, contemplating how to respond before softening and giving you a kiss on the forehead,

 “I’m sorry little Buttercup, I should have told you earlier and not just assumed that you already knew.” You smile at this softer side of Tony, the side that he usually only allows you to see. 

You pour yourself and Steve a cup of coffee, asking him how he likes it.

"A good amount of cream and a spoonful of sugar." He states looking a little sheepish. You smile at the fact that Captain America likes a little coffee with his creamer. 

You jump slightly when you feel his arms sliding around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. 

"Thank you, doll, that looks perfect." His voice is soft in your ear. You quickly realize Steve is an affectionate man that likes to cuddle and is quickly warming up to the fact that you enjoy it too. 

You lean back into his embrace, reveling the simple fact that you could. You found your soulmate and you were already head over heels for the man. 

Your mom always loved to cook and she taught you when you were young. So you decide to make up some pancakes and french toast for breakfast, after all, it isn't everyday that you find your other half.

Tony and Steve help set the table and everything while you cook. Steve askes if he can help but Tony knows that you enjoyed taking care of the cooking by yourself. That may partially come from the fact that, for the most part, Tony is a terrible cook and you don't want him anywhere near your food.

Once the table is set and you are well on your way to cooking breakfast, Steve and Tony sit down and start to talk. Steve, always the one to go straight to business, begins to ask about the girl he brought in the day before.

“She’s still unconscious, from the look of her she's been in some terrible fights, she has multiple gun wounds and some scars that look to be from some wicked knife wounds.” Tony answers, feeling a little bit of sympathy for the unconscious girl in the medical wing.

“Well all the same, I need to find out who so is and why she shot me.” Steve answers allowing a little bit of the exasperation he is feeling to slip into his words.

“She shot you?” Your voice is laced with worry and you walk up to him, placing the food in your hand on the table, “are you ok?” Your eyes search his body to see if you could find the wound he spoke of.

“Yes doll, she shot me. I had the bullet removed and the skin is almost completely healed." His voice is gentle, reassuring, letting you know that there is nothing for you to worry about. 

"Anyway, it was like she wasn't shooting to kill. It was like she aimed for the spot that would cause the least amount of damage." His entire face is scrunched up in confusion, before he shakes his head and continues. "But I must speak with her when she wakes. That is the only way we can find out for sure.”

“Well until then, let's eat and then maybe you can come up with me to my lab so I can make you that punching bag.” You say setting the last of the food onto the table and grabbing some orange juice.

“You weren’t kidding about that?” Steve's voice is incredulous, he really didn't think that you would actually make a punching bag for him.

“Of course I was serious, I never kid.” You can’t help the smile that slips through the serious look you are putting on.

The next two days pass with you and Seve spending as much time together as possible. You are quickly able to develop a punching bag for him and even develop a couple of smaller items to help make missions easier as well. You are surprised how happy it makes you to have Steve in the lab with you. You share stories of your childhood and are surprised by the similarities, especially when it comes to your health. He tells you about Brooklyn, and his friend Bucky. About trying to get drafted and the events that lead to him becoming Captain American. You enjoy how willing he is to share his life with you and how easy it is for you to return the favor. You are in the middle of telling him the story of how you met Tony when Jarvis comes over the speaker.

“Mr. Rogers, the woman you brought in has awoken.”

 

You look at each other before rushing down the halfway to the medical wing. Steve steps in first and you quietly follow him, not wanting to get in the way. 

“Oh good you’re awake,” Steve’s voice is harder than you had ever heard before, and you watch as the girl tenses up even more. 

“Now I get to ask you all of the questions that I’ve been waiting to ask you for the past 3 days.” You watch him pull a chair up and sit, his pose meant to intimidate. 

“Who are you? Why did you shoot me? What were you doing in that town and where did you get these?” You flinch slightly at the anger in his voice, glad that it isn’t currently directed at you. 

Steve is holding up a pair of dog tags, and you wonder what they have to do with anything. The girl seems to be reeling from the questions trying to decide how to answer. You are curious as to what she will have to say. Her voice is desperate when she finally speaks.

“My name is Alison, my father is Hydra and forced me to become one of their experiments, a soldier for them. I was planning on escaping but I never could, I couldn’t leave him there.” Leave him? Leave who you wonder, her voice grows more desperate when she speaks of him, he must be important to her. You focus back in on what she is saying. 

“I couldn’t leave him, not when I could do something to save him. I couldn’t leave him there all alone.” You can tell that she is close to tears as she speaks and that there is no lie in her words.

Steve balks, “Wait a minute, you’re Hydra.” He spits the words out at her causing you to look at him in confusion. 

“Not by choice.” Her voice is steel. She holds no love for her father or this Hydra organization.

Steve finally asks the question that is bugging you. “Alright then, who is this “he” you keep mentioning?” He leans back crossing his arms, waiting for her answer.

She stares at him for a moment, as if deciding whether she can trust him or not. She seems to come to a conclusion. Taking a deep breath she answers, 

“My soulmate, the soldier, the man on the dog tags, James Buchanan Barnes.” You can't help but gasp, James was Steve’s best friend, he had told you all about him the last couple of days. Your gaze immediately turns to Steve to see his reaction, his whole body has gone stiff, his eyes narrowed, teeth clenched.

“You’re lying. I watched him fall from the train, I watched him die! There is no way in hell he is your soulmate.” His anger is rolling off of him in waves.

 You however remain strangely calm after the initial shock of her words. What she said makes sense, after all a 95 year old super soldier who was assumed dead for 70 years is your soulmate. Who's to say that James didn’t survive the fall?

 You step up to Steve and softly place your hand on his shoulder.

The girl is still frantically trying to convince him, “I’m not lying! I swear! Hydra got to him. They made him into a weapon, they brainwashed him and put him on ice when they didn’t need him so that they could control him better. I swear, I’m not lying!" Her voice is practically hysterical at the end.

 Leaning in to Steve you murmur to him, 

“Steve, you survived an airplane crash and being frozen in a glacier for decades. Maybe she is telling the truth.” Your voice is soft, placating. 

He turns to you, the hardness of his face softening at the sincerity he can see in your eyes. 

“Fine,” he says turning back to the girl, Alison, “I can’t fully trust you and I can’t let you go, so you will have to live here in the tower, under surveillance. If you want us to trust you, you will have to prove yourself trustworthy.” Steve stands after this declaration, unlocking the cuffs on her wrists. You turn to her, 

“I’ll make sure that they have a room ready for you as soon as you are well enough to leave the hospital.” You give her a soft smile, heaven knows she needs it. You pause a second, alone in the room with her, Steve had walked swiftly out the door as soon as he had undone the cuffs. 

“I just have one last question,” she nods at you when you pause, “I know you shot Steve. But you missed anything important on purpose, didn’t you?"

She just gives you a secret smile and lays back against the pillow, but it is all you need to know the type of woman she is. You can tell already that you like this girl, and that it won’t take you long to trust her. Giving her one last look you step out the door, calling for Jarvis to make sure a room is ready for the new guest. You have a Steve to find. 

 

He is exactly where you expect him to be, punching the shit out of the punching bag you made him. 

“Hey Soldier.” You call to him, as you lean against the doorway. You watch as his body slouches at the sound of your voice, today was a lot.

“She said that Bucky is her soulmate,” his eyes are red as they catch yours, “what if he is alive and I could have saved him. All this time I thought that I watched him die and now there is this chance that he is alive. What if I abandoned him?” 

His voice breaks at the question, he looks so vulnerable. You step quickly towards him, keeping your movements light. When you reach him you take the hand that is hanging limply by his side and place it on your cheek.

“Hey, love, look at me.” His eyes slide up from the floor. “There was no way you could have known and nothing you could have done to help. If he is alive, I will be right there with you and we will do whatever it takes to get him back. He is your family, and that makes him mine, and we don’t leave family behind.” His eyes are full of tears as he leans his head against yours. 

The toll of the day, makes itself apparent in the slouch of his shoulders and the weight of his forehead. You slowly pull yourself out of the embrace, grasping his hand and pulling him with you.

“Come on, we both need sleep and there is no way in hell I’m letting you sleep by yourself after the day we just had.” He nods and follows your gentle pull to your room in the tower. 

Since you have lived here the longest you have one of the nicest rooms, save Tony of course. Entering the room you have Steve sit on the edge of the bed while you start up the shower for him. You place out a couple of towels out on the vanity and step back into your room. 

Steve hasn’t moved since you walked into the bathroom. You step up to him and gently place your hand on his cheek.

“Love, I have the shower running for you, everything is set out and I placed a clean pair of sweatpants and a shirt in there for you, they should fit. Go ahead and get cleaned up and then you can come lay down.”

He stares at you listlessly for a moment before nodding and moving to do exactly as you suggested. As he showers you change into your pjs, you would take your shower in the morning. You grab the book on your bedside table and allow yourself to get lost in the words for a moment. The sound of the shower turning off brings you back to reality, as Steve steps out of the bathroom in just the sweatpants. 

Your first thought is holy shit followed quickly by the thought that whoever decided that you would be the perfect soulmate for this specimen might have been mistaken . 

Steve is having a similar train of thought, looking at you in your too large shirt and messy bun, knowing that behind your beauty is a heart of gold. He can't believe his luck.

He walks to the other side of the bed, drying off his hair and throwing the towel in the hamper. Pausing for a moment at the empty side of the bed, searching your face for any trace of doubt. Instead all he sees is you smiling at him and gesturing for him to take his place beside you.

 Settling into the bed he is surprised when you lean over and place your head in his lap.

“I’m glad it’s you.” He smiles at the soft admission, thankful that he finally found you after all these years.

“I’m glad it’s you too, doll. For the longest time I thought I would never find you, I thought you may not even exist. But I did and you are even more amazing than I could have ever hoped for." He pauses for a moment deciding whether to say what's on his mind or not. He is hesitant as he starts to speak. 

"Thank you for today, for calming me when I needed it and for being there for me. Not many people have seen me cry, but I’m glad that you have and that you aren’t disappointed in me for not staying strong.” At his words you immediately sit up and stare him straight in the eyes.

“You listen here, Steve Rogers." You poke him in the chest as you speak. " I never want you to feel like you have to keep up appearances when you are around me. You may need to be strong for others but not for me. I am here for you, no matter what, and that especially includes the moments where you can no longer be strong. You better remember that, I will never judge you for the way you feel.” Taking in your intense stare, Steve feels warmth spreading through his body. Yes , he thinks, he is very glad that it's you. 

Smiling at you and nodding Steve grasps your arms and pulls you into his chest, savoring the feeling of your head resting over his heart. He can’t remember the last time he felt as content as he does in this moment. The world may feel like it's moments away from crashing down around him, but right now all he can think about is you. 

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[mattmurdocksscars]

Miscommunication Ch. 11

Yall have waited a very long time for this update, I am so sorry. I hope you enjoy though and know that are likely one or two chapters from the end 💖 this has been an amazing journey and thank you so much for sticking with me! We finally find out who has been sabotaging the missions in this chapter 👀

Word Count: 1912

Warnings: Language, canon-typical violence

Pairing: FO! Poe Dameron x Reader

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I’m gonna be honest, I have not updated my taglist in a while, so I am so sorry if I’ve missed you! (Also, I know that gif is Santi BUT it correctly displays the amount of anger Poe feels so 🤷‍♀️)

Poe and Kylo rush you to the ships, getting you to the medical unit. You’re taken immediately, the medics and their droids rushing to work on saving you. Poe finds himself watching as you’re worked on. Your heart fails twice in the time it takes the transport to get to the Finalizer and each time, Poe’s own heart clenches. He wills you to fight, to live and each time they bring you back. Once they reach the ship, you are rushed to the medical bay and placed in a bacta tank.

One of the medics approaches him and Kylo, explaining the situation to the two. You had undergone torture in that camp, as they had thought, and your body was struggling to maintain itself after the damage done to it. They currently could not guarantee your survival, even with you placed in the bacta tank. Kylo had stormed from the bay at the news, leaving Poe to stare up at where you were suspended in the tank. For the first time in a very long time, Poe feels vulnerable and he hates it. Stepping up to the tank, he places one gloved hand flat against the glass and stares up at you. Alone with you, he takes a steadying breath before speaking.

“If I’d had any idea that you would worm your way under my skin so thoroughly in such a short time, I would have never pursued you. As it is, you’ve managed to successfully crack my shell, sweetness. Don’t you dare die on me now. I’m not finished with you yet.” He swears he sees your hand twitch when he finishes speaking, but when you make no other movements, he steps away from the tank and out of the bay. He heads to his room, determined to wash your blood from his skin. He scrubs harder than necessary, leaving his skin red and raw, and the clothes he was wearing are trashed rather than being sent to be laundered. As soon as he is clean, he returns to the medical bay where he stays and watches over you.

For five days you stay suspended in the bacta tank and Poe rarely leaves your side. He stays like a specter, watching over you and waiting for you to awaken. Kylo and even Hux visit as well, checking in on your status. The medics have done everything they can, and the tank has done it’s work but still you don’t wake. Poe’s frustration shows in the way he paces the room you’re in, the way he snaps at the medics and droids. No one understands why you won’t wake, and Poe hears the medics speculate that perhaps the damage was too great, and they didn’t get to you soon enough. That you simply wouldn’t wake because of the amount of damage you took. Most of the time, these medics leave the room in tears after Poe rips into them. He refuses to give up on you, knowing you’ll pull through despite the odds stacked against you.

Poe is sitting in front of your tank, watching you, when a trooper approaches him and tells him that Hux has requested his presence in the General’s office. The trooper insists it is urgent, so Poe stands with a scowl and sweeps from the room. He paces quickly to Hux’s office, surprised to find both Hux and Kylo inside. The two men give him a confused look when he knocks on the open door, stepping inside.

“Has something changed?” Kylo asks, a hopeful lilt to his voice. At this, Poe shakes his head before focusing on Hux.

“What did you need?” Poe asks, tone clipped and to the point. He feels unease settle in his stomach when Hux’s face contorts in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“Did you not request to see me? Urgently?” At Poe’s words, the ships alarms suddenly begin to blare. Red lights begin flashing and an announcement comes over the PA system.

“There has been an unauthorized breach in Hangar 4. Red Alert. I repeat, there has been an unauthorized breach in Hangar 4. All units to stations.” The three men exchange shocked glances before racing from the office, heading towards the hangar mentioned. They’re almost there when Poe skids to a stop.

“What are you doing?!” Hux snaps, him and Kylo continuing forward.

“I get wrongly sent to your office and then suddenly the ship is under attack? Don’t you think that’s a little convenient?!” Poe snaps before turning and heading back towards the med bay. He vaguely hears Kylo and Hux curse behind him before they too are following him. As they run, Poe snatches a blaster from a passing trooper, fully expecting trouble once they arrive.

When they reach the med bay, the glass doors are shattered, and they can see medics dead or unconscious on the ground. They sweep the room carefully, Poe and Kylo leading with Hux taking up the rear. They reach the bacta tank room and Poe feels his heart stop at seeing your tank broken open with no sign of you anywhere. He’s about to turn and leave when he hears a man groan. Kylo and him exchange looks before creeping slowly into the room. They approach your tank and are shocked to find General Pryde leaned against the side of it, clutching a wound to his stomach. He’s speaking, but not to them and the men look around. Not seeing anyone, they focus on what Pryde is saying rather than who he is speaking to.

“… would have gotten away with it if it weren’t for you. This ship should be mine, not that brats. If you hadn’t found that information on me, Hux would have never gotten this ship. It would be mine to command.” He growls, staring at something in the shadows. Poe, Kylo, and Hux all feel their eyebrows shoot up at the words Pryde is speaking but they don’t have long to contemplate it because you are suddenly stepping out of the shadows, a blaster clutched in your hands and pointed straight at Pryde.

“So, you’re telling me… that you sabotaged my missions… had Captain Dameron captured… had me captured and tortured… all because of the dirt I found on you and presented to Snoke?” Your voice is eerily calm, but your face betrays the anger you feel as you glare at the man at your feet.

“Of course I did, you stupid whore. I deserved to have command of this ship, not that welp. I have the experience and the brilliance needed to properly command. Dameron was just an inconsequential casualty and you… you deserved to be tortured after what you took from me.” Poe snarled at those words, stepping forward with his blaster raised. Both yours and Prydes attention shifted to him and then Kylo and Hux. Pryde’s face paled even further.

“Commander Ren… I had no idea you were here. I-“ Before the man can say anymore, Kylo is reaching out, choking him with the Force.

“You will pay for what you’ve done, Pryde.” Kylo growls, his grip tightening. Pryde gasps, clutching at his neck and trying to breathe in air but he is unsuccessful.

“Stop.” Everyone turns to you at your command. Your eyes are still fixed on Pryde, blaster trained on him as well. Kylo loosens his hold some, enough for Pryde to get some air, but doesn’t release him entirely.

“If anyone gets to kill this bastard, it’s me.” You say, coldly before firing straight into Pryde’s chest. It kills him instantly and he slumps in Kylo’s grip before he’s released and slides to the floor. The four of you stand in silence for a few moments before Poe suddenly drops his blaster, crosses the few feet over to you, and dragging you against him. His arms lock tightly around you and he holds your head to his chest. You also drop your blaster and wind your arms around him, sighing against his chest. You hear Kylo and Hux both shift uncomfortably at the display of affection, but you could not care less. Poe only pulls away far enough so he can press his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. You return his affection easily, but only for a moment before pulling away. Poe doesn’t let it bother him, merely pressing a kiss to your forehead. You hear Hux clear his throat from behind Poe and the two of you separate to see what he wants. Poe keeps a hand on you though, reassuring himself that you’re really awake and standing next to him.

“Was that true?” Hux asks.

“What? I don’t know how much you heard.”

“That you turned in information on Pryde which is why I have command of the Finalizer?”

“Oh, yeah. Don’t get all sappy about it. I would have rather had you as the General than that son of a bitch.” Your words are said nonchalantly but still they have an effect on Hux. He looks grateful and he opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

“Don’t even think about it. This changes nothing. You’re still an infuriating bastard and I’m still an annoying bitch. We don’t have to be friends.” But there’s mirth in your gaze and Hux can’t find it him to be insulted. Kylo groans from beside Hux though and the attention shifts to him. He has a look of faux annoyance on his face.

“You mean it’s your fault we have to deal with this insufferable man? The betrayal… my own captain? How could you?” Hux rolls his eyes while you and the other two boys snicker at his expense.

“Alright, alright. Let’s get this mess taken care of. We need to alert the bridge that everything is taken care of.” At Hux’s words, the lot of you sober up.

“Dameron, take her to her room so she can get cleaned up. We’ll handle this mess.” Kylo says. You throw him a grateful look and Poe nods, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you from the med bay. The walk to your room is done mostly in silence, aside from the alarm that finally shuts off about halfway there. However, instead of going to your room, Poe leads you to his. You can’t help the fond smile that rises when you reach his door and he lets the two of you in quickly. He goes to his dresser and pulls out some clothes for you and hands them to you. You take them, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. He presses one to your temple before ushering you off to use his refresher.

You stand under the spray for longer than strictly necessary, just contemplating everything. You’re tired, despite having been out for some time and the water feels good against your skin. You finally scrub yourself down, ridding yourself of the traces of bacta still on your skin and step out. You dry off quickly and dress, stepping out of the refresher and into Poe’s room to find him sitting on the bed and waiting for you. You approach him and as soon as you’re within reach, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, laying the both of you down. No words are spoken, Poe just runs a hand over your hair soothingly. You find yourself drifting off in his arms and hoping that the storm had finally passed.

[jae-daddy]

Chubby (12)

Jaebum AU series

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Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader Genre: Romance, Drama, Mature, Angst Plot: you are getting bullied, and jaebum decides to help you a/n: at this point, i’m literally just writing for me lol. :) but, hope yall like it party next chapter! not edited

You were back in middle school. The dark blue uniform scattering the cafeteria, but you remained in your little corner trying to go unnoticed. You knew it was pointless, you were too big to hide. You stood like a sore thumb, but there was nothing wrong with pretending there was a blanket of invisibility covering you.

“Hey, y/n,” a girl with short bob haircut sat infront of you. You saw a fresh cut on the corner of her lips, and you instantly lowered your eyes to the table.

She was one of them. One of the girl who would bully you. Well she never explicitly did anything herself, but she was always there. She stood behind the group, you could see her from the floor. Her arms folded, her foot tapping with annoyance, and her eyes wondering else where. She didn’t want to be there while the other girls took turns to hurt you. No, it wasn’t that what was happening to you bothered her, she just bored and wanted to be elsewhere.

You had wanted to be elsewhere too. But you both were stuck there. Stuck as tears fell your eyes, stuck as she looked up at sky, stuck as you looked down and closed your eyes as another kick landed on your stomach.

“Hey!” She called out again. Your eyes snapped to her, not sure how to react. “I’m Nora.”

You didn’t trust her smile. You didn’t trust anything that was going on right now. You didn’t even know what was going on. Your eyes scanned the cafetaria unsurely.

“I’m not with those girls anymore,” she shrugged as she stuck her straw into the pink milk carton. “Those filthy bitches have nothing better to do.”

You just stared at her, still unsure of what to do.

She let out a sigh, as she sat her drink down.

“I won’t lie to you. I didn’t leave by choice.” She looked into your eyes, as she talked. She was a fast talker you noticed. Even with a cut lip, there was something bright about her. “They kicked me out because apparently other people having feelings for you is a crime.”

When you didn’t reply, she added, “Jisuen’s boyfriend started to like me. So instead of dumping that son of a bitch, they decided I deserved to be punished.”

You remained quiet, still not sure what to do or say. You weren’t good at this. No one in this school talked to you unless they were telling you what to do or that you were worthless and not good enough.

“It seems like we’re in the same boat,” she gave you a tight smile. “Let’s look after one another. Two is better then one.” She placed a chocolate biscuit on your plate as offering.

You looked at her, searching for any form of mockery but nothing was there.

You slowly lifted up the biscuit and took a bite.

“There you go,” she smiled. She waited for a moment before continuing with a sigh. “It sucks that they do that to you just because you’re pretty.”

You snorted unable to hold it back, making her be taken a back in surprise, before shaking her head, chuckling.

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You stared at Jin and her fresh new haircut, that brushed her shoulders briskly.

“How do you like it?” She grinned, turning side to side outside your apartment.

You stared at her unable to look away. You felt the ghosts slowly creep up behind you. They wrapped their arms around your waist, their sharp tongue slipping across your neck and into your ear.

It sharply pulled you into the darkness that was churning bigger behind you. You could hear it; you could feel it. Growing, planning, getting ready; increasing every passing second. You were scared, you were frightened of where it tangles would drag you and for how long.

You stared at Jin’s face as it slowly started to morph into someone else’s. JIn’s round eyes, becoming sharp, her noise pointy, her lips smaller with a cut in the corner. Her dead eyes stared at you, and you felt all oxygen leaving your veins, leaving you cold.

“What do think y/n?” Her lips scrowning into a smirk, as she tilted her head. “How do I look?

You tried answering. You tried breathing. You tried to move, but you were stuck; unable to move. The branches moved from your waist, crawling up your chest and around your neck; getting tighter.

“HELP!” She screamed. Her face turning into one of horror. Her short hair frailing around her in panic. “HELP ME Y/N!”

Her screaming resided as she smirked hauntingly at you. Blood spilled from her mouth as a new bruise formed on her cheek.

“We’re meant to be in this forever.”

She reached out and held your shoulder.

You screamed jerking the hand off you as you fell on to the floor. You clenched your eyes shut as your lungs burned breathing in harshly.

“Hey, hey hey,” Jin came down infront of you, her voice gentle and full of concern. “Y/n, its okay, baby.”

She sunk down infront of you holding you in her arms.

The branches snapped out of you, the dark void disappering behind you as you slumped onto JIn. You hugged her tight, crying into her arms.

“What have I done, Jin?” You whimpered trying to control your breathing.

“Y/N?!” Jaebum’s body appeared in the doorway, his chest heaving and eyes frantic. They landed on you; widening as a breathe left him.

“What...” he trailed off softly. “I heard you scream so I...”

“It’s okay, JB,” Jin said for you. “I got this.”

You turned away from Jaebum hiding yourself from him and his eyes. You didn’t want to see pity in his eyes for you. You didn’t want him to see you like this.

“Okay,” Jaebum muttered, you heard his hands hit the frame twice, before he walked away.

                    ___________________________________________

“Are you sure you’ll be okay, y/n?” Jin asked as she zipped up her winter jacket.

You nodded before hugging her. “Thank you.”

“It’s okay, y/n,” she gave you a small smile, before jokingly adding, “Damn, sad y/n sure loves to hug. Maybe you should carry that trait over.”

You rolled your eyes chuckling, before walking out with her.

“You didn’t have to walk me out, I know the way.”

“It’s okay, walk will be nice.” You told her, as you clasped your hands in front of you. She smiled in reply, hugging you tightly before she moved away.

“Text me-- call me if anything happens okay?” Jin told you, sternly looking into your eyes. “It doesn’t matter what time it is.”

You nodded, waving as she walked away, before turning the corner.

You turned, about to walk into the building but hesitated. You didn’t want to go in just yet.

You turned and began walking the other way. You ended up at the look out point where your grandma would take you too.

You sat down on the bench, and pulled the knitted cardigan closer around you. It didn’t stop the cold wind completely, but it helped slightly. It was better than nothing.

You stared down at the orange lights staring to light up in the dusk.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been here in so long, Nani,” you said out to your grandma. “I lot has been happening. So much that I forget about it sometimes.

“You remember Jaebum right?” You asked the wind, that began getting chiller as every word left you. “He was here last time with Tuesday. You would’ve loved him. And he would’ve loved your kimchi jigae.”

You smiled softly, before biting your lip to hold back the tears.

“I miss you,” you whispered closing your eyes. “You would’ve been able to tell me what to do and what to say. I am so lost. I don’t know what to do.”

“What’s there to think about? Isn’t everything okay?” A man walking by said into his phone. You stilled for a moment, before chuckling in surprise.

“I guess everything is going well. I am friends with Jaebum, and he has helped with Jenny, and he takes my mind of things.” You muttered a reply, looking down at the dirt, before looking up.

“You would’ve compared him to a prince, Nani,” you said into the wind. “He certainly looks like one.” You chuckled.

“But what if I don’t want to leave,” you looked up to the darkening sky, as stars began sparkling. “What if I don’t deserve him.”

You thought back to the apartment. You thought back to her. You thought back to Nora and her face as she fell to the ground. You thought back to Jaebum looking at you with pity.

“What if there is no happy ending,” you whispered opening your eyes.

Meow.

You looked down to a grey fur ball snuggling to your feet.

“Tuesday?” you gasped, lifting him into your arms. He snuggled in closer making frown, confused. You looked around for Jaebum, but didn’t find anyone.

“Were you planning on escaping?” You cooed, before rubbing your nose against his softness. “Come on buddy, let’s get you home to daddy.”

You bit your tongue as you stood outside to Jaebum’s door.

The cold wind crept up the hem of your long dress, making chills run down your spine.

Tuesday meowed eagerly, almost telling you to hurry up.

You let out a deep breathe, as you knocked on the door. You felt embarrased seening him so soon after he had seen you like that. You wanted to run away, but you knew you shouldn’t.

Something about Jaebum made you want to turn to him. Something made you believe that it would be okay to be with him right now. Something about Jaebum made everything okay.

The door unlocked and a dishelved Jaebum opened it.

His cheeks were rosy pink, his chest heaving as if he had been running.

“Hi,” he greeted you with a toothy grin. “Surprising to see you here!”

You stared at him, as you bit your lip. After a moment, he opened the door wider letting you in.

“Oh, you have Tee!” He exclaimed, his voice super high, making you feel suspicious. You turned around closing the door behind you to find Jaebum’s winter coat dusted with mist.

“Were you out?” You asked, as you walked into the house. You slipped into your pink slippers that Jaebum had bought for you.

“No!” He replied quickly, making you narrow your eyes in suspicion. “I’ve been home all afternoon!”

Jaebum shrugged not looking at you. “Why, something wrong?”

He stepped back and held out his arms in a little taadaa!

The table was set with a ramen and coke, and his laptop showing Twilight.

“Oh wow, Jae,” you couldn’t help but smile, as you looked at him feeling all the tension in your body fade away.

Jaebum scratched the back of his head, as he shrugged.

“I thought a supernatural romantic comedy would be great today,” he breathed in through his teeth, looking at the ground.

“Yes because Twilight is a comedy first.” You chuckled, settling into your place.

Jaebum sat down next to you, his shoulders almost touching yours.

“A true intellectual, as always,” he grinned, hitting play.

It was halfway through the movie when Jaebum talked.

“How was your afternoon?” You stilled for a moment, before biting your lip and nodding.

“It was good after that...” you tralied off, feeling awkward. “Jin wanted to choose an outfit for the party.”

“What did she choose?” Jaebum’s eyes snapped to yours widening excitedly.

“Uh, jeans, a top and a jacket for hers.” You told him, making him frown.

“Wow, such description,” Jaebum shook his head. “But good, dress warmly. You’re like a popcicle.”

You scoffed at him before turning to the screen. A chuckle left you as Edward called Bella a spidermonkey and began flying through the forest. Jaebum joined to, pointing something out making you laugh harder.

You sobered up, and sat back smiling. You felt Jaebum’s eyes on you, and your cheeks began to feel hot.

Meow.

You looked over to Tuesday meowing at the door repeatedly.

“She likes acting like a dog nowadays for some reason. I think its the puppy tiktoks we’ve been watching thats influencing him,” Jaebum shook his head. “You already went out for a walk today, buddy.”

Tuesday hissed at him and ran into the bedroom.

“Wait, how did Tee even get out of your apartment?” You asked Jaebum, looking at him puzzled.

“He... must’ve... have...” Jaebum searched around the house. His frantic eyes landing on different objects for a few seconds before bouncing off. Finally his eyes landed on the windows, and you saw the lightbulb go of in his mind. “He must’ve gotten out the window!”

You nodded, as he breathed out satisfied with himself.

You sat back smiling.

Tuesday jumped from the seventh story, and Jaebum is a good liar.

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you can’t take the sky from me: ch 3 - war stories

a/n: <3 yall just blow me away. much love as always to @nymphadoraholtzmann - my talented and beautiful beta. and happy early birthday to the brilliant @provocative-envy - thank you for dragging me down to rare pair hell, and for helping me fall so deeply in love with pansy parkinson somedays I wonder if I’ll ever be over it (spoiler: I won't). to everyone else reading this: ..... sorry???

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Percy came back, at some point. Pansy had no conception of time and frankly no real drive to figure it out. She had a vague idea of where she was picked up and figured that no matter how fast this ship could travel, it would probably take them more than a week to get her back to the place that had once been her home.

Her own personal hellhole.

Frankly, Pansy had a vague plan of going on a hunger strike or something, trying to make a point. If she died, that wouldn’t look great on the crew, nor would it matter to her - home was more or less the same thing. Especially with the added bonus of whatever punishment her father deemed suitable for her vanishing act.

Only, Percy came back with food. That actually smelled like food, not the mostly-stale stolen Ministry rations that she’d been eating for months. Real, normal, delicious smelling food. Delicious looking, too. And Percy had simply sat down on one side of the barrier - on the floor - and placed the food where she could reach it.

Pansy waited for him to leave.

He didn’t.

Finally, Pansy caved and took the food, moving to sit on the other side of the room while she ate.

It was incredible.

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Percy came every meal for two days before Pansy finally caved.

“Who sent you?” she demanded, dropping down to sit on the floor across from him. She could feel the scowl pulling at her forehead and hoped she looked like as much of a bitch as she felt. She wanted to throw him off, to make him react, to see a crack in that perfect stoic facade.

Percy simply raised an eyebrow at her. How someone could look so dignified sitting on the floor of a spaceship, Pansy wasn’t sure she’d ever know. “Sent me?”

Pansy resisted the urge to whine. “Obviously. You didn’t just choose to come sit out all your meals here with the prisoner.”

“And what if I did?”

Pansy rolled her eyes at this. “Than you’re a bigger idiot than I had you pegged for.”

Percy didn’t respond, but his eyes danced in that strange way again and she wondered, for not the first time, whether it was laughter or a trick of the light.

The silence stretched and finally, Pansy couldn’t help herself. “Is your brother as big of an idiot as you are?” she questioned.

Percy’s shoulders stiffened, almost imperceptibly, but Pansy felt a quick rush of thrill for noticing it. In an odd way, he was almost like an engine himself. Little pieces that fit together, she just couldn’t see them all yet. This felt like one of them.

“Pardon?” his voice was strained - again, by so little that she would have missed it, if she hadn’t spent the last two days watching him intensely while pretending not to notice he was there.

“Your brother?” she pressed, then had a thought. “The mechanic? What’s his name? Bron?”

Percy’s shoulders sagged - something like a breath of relief rushed out of him and Pansy only just contained her grin, filing away the idea that he had more than one brother, and that there was something important about one of them. Something that would set him on edge.

“Ron,” Percy filled in, almost automatically. And then frowned. “Why do you ask?”

Pansy shrugged one shoulder, carefully walking the line between casual indifference and a piece of important information. “No real reason. Just that he should probably take a look at the engine balance and check up on the couplings in the warp drive. I’d focus on the one between the combustion chamber and the scrubber, myself.”

Percy paused, and leaned back slightly, clearly surprised by this observation. “And why do you say that?”

Interesting. He wasn’t laughing or dismissing her entirely, instead he was simply watching her as though she was a puzzle he was still trying to figure out the picture for. Pansy wasn’t sure she liked it, but she didn’t hate it either.

“Well,” she began, wondering if he was serious, wondering if he was as smart as she figured him to be, how much she’d need to dumb this down for him. “It might be nothing, but. If you pay attention the next time we kick in or out of warp… just really pay attention - close your eyes, listen to the ship. Maybe that’s just how she sounds. Or, maybe the engine isn’t entirely on center, and it’s starting to strip the coupling just a little bit. Which isn’t a problem.”

Percy raised an eyebrow, and Pansy once again suppressed a grin. Definitely smart.

“At least, not a problem until your entire engine goes. Not a big go. Just a little. Try to shift into warp and the next thing you know you’re dead in the water. You know how warp drives work, right?” Percy shrugged noncommittally and Pansy nearly rolled her eyes. “All I’m saying is he should take a look at the engine, last thing you need in your ship is a bunch of corrosive gas, never know what that’ll fuck up first.” Pansy licked her lips, then decided to go for it. “And if he’s too stupid to notice the problem, he should take it planetside sooner rather than later.”

“Ron believes that you want us to make a stop so that you can signal your crew.”

Pansy hummed softly in response. She didn’t move from her position, lying down on her cot, but she had heard his soft footfalls and the telltale noise of him sliding the plate across the floor towards her.

“The classic ‘damsel in distress,’” Pansy finally said, turning her head towards where she knew Percy was sitting. “Not an entirely bad move, though I’m sure you’ll already know that the Ministry captured my entire crew and they’re probably all awaiting very biased trials on Diagon right now.”

Pansy hadn’t said the words out loud yet, and her stomach sunk as she verbalized them. She’d been pretending, until now, that her crew was fine. That Draco and Theo had sweet talked their way out of whatever the problem was, and that they were now on their way to the agreed upon rendezvous spot to pick her up. She had been pretending she didn’t hear a gunshot, and pretending that she didn’t know the prices on each of their heads.

Percy was silent as well, and Pansy sighed in resignation. “Did he look?” she finally asked.

“I am not aware. He claims that he did, and that you’re making this ‘problem’ up to trick us into, in his words, letting you out.”

Pansy finally forced her eyes open. Percy was sideways in her vision but just as she was used to seeing him. Sitting on the floor, across from her food, watching her. “What do you think?”

It was Percy’s turn to pause, and then carefully shrug. “I’m not a mechanic,” he began, raising a brow as if to say - seems like you might be.

“But?” Pansy pushed, propping herself up on her elbows to look at him, raising her brows expectantly.

“Again, I’m not sure,” Percy said, simply. “I’ve never really paid attention to how the ship feels when it warps.” The unspoken words were that he was too busy with other things. Most people were. If you grew up your whole life on or around ships, warping became so common it was almost like breathing - despite how strange it was in practice. Most people tuned out the oddities, and didn’t notice when things started to go wrong. Pansy, of course, was the person who was paid to notice exactly when they did.

Pansy huffed and dropped back to the bed, crossing her arms across her chest once again. She knew she probably looked like a moody child - she felt like one, that was for sure - but she didn’t care. “Not like I give a shit about your stupid ship anyways,” she murmured.

Percy didn’t react.

He never reacted.

Finally, she decided she couldn’t handle him sitting there anymore, and she snapped her head around towards him. He was so fucking stoic and solid and it was starting to drive her absolutely insane.

“Can you do us all a favour and just leave me the fuck alone?” she snapped. “I don’t want to eat your fucking pity food today and I don’t want to look at your stupid face.”

Percy stood, but didn’t move, and Pansy was an inch away from snapping at him before he spoke again.

“We looked you up, you know. Well, your ship. The Death Adder. Interesting choice of a name.”

Pansy huffed. Draco’s stupid name. Only because she had absolutely refused to let him call the damn thing The Flying Snake.

She could remember the argument like it was yesterday. ‘I bought the ship, Parkinson, I can call it whatever I please!’

‘If you want me to keep your dumb fucking piece of shit ship in the air like I’ve been doing for months, then you’re going to listen to me for once in your life!’

He’d called her a terror and a menace and a bitch - and he’d named the ship The Death Adder. Marginally better than The Flying Snake, at least.

Pansy didn’t react, even though Percy was clearly trying to pluck at something. “You were at a fight we were at, a few years ago. Near that old colony that The Knights blew up.”

Pansy couldn’t help herself, she exhaled. “Hogwarts,” she murmured, and her heart lurched with the memories. Smoke, and so many ships. So hard to tell what was happening. They shouldn’t have been there.

Percy nodded once, tersely. “Yes. My brother is… convinced, shall I say, that our ships got into a bit of an… altercation. That you nearly killed our pilot.”

Her breath stuck in her throat as the memories that she had tried so hard to forget rushed back. They shouldn’t have been there at all, but Blaise had been so convinced they’d find good loot. ‘They won’t need it, Pans, they’ll be dead!’

Pansy’s heart lurched at the thought of him, smooth dark skin and a smile that could disarm anyone. That did disarm anyone. Blaise, the whole stupid reason she was even here. The whole reason she had ever made it off her own damn planet. It only seemed fitting, in the worst possible way, that she would have to face him again now that she was being sent back.

She swallowed down a lump and glanced up at Percy, finally. She was so ready to be angry and something in his stance shook that from her. “Your pilot,” she mumbled, trying to remember. There were so many, there had been so many that night.

“Dark haired kid, green eyes. Rather unforgettable, really. The Knights had come out to the edges - no one noticed. We were all down on the colony, trying to help. There was a big school there, did you know that? All those kids…”

Pansy nodded, almost dumbly. Draco had been so stupid. They’d been jumping from ship to ship, trying to get in and get out and get what was valuable before someone noticed them. And then they’d started ending up on ships with people who were injured, people who were dead. And Draco had said it was too late. Not worth helping.

And then there was him. Pansy knew exactly who Percy meant. So hard not to forget - he was just a kid, really, sprawled out across the deck with blood pouring from his face. And Blaise had shook his head and said it would be kinder to put the kid out of his misery, and lifted his gun.

But Blaise hadn’t hit the target, because someone else had hit him first. A flash of red, Draco dragging them back as fast as he could. And then, the blood. All over one stupid fucking kid, and her best friend, her everything was dead.

“Well,” Pansy said, her voice too quiet, too careful. Even Percy could tell he had hit something, and his defensive stance seemed to falter slightly under her solid stare. “Your brother killed the only person that’s ever mattered to me. I bet he sleeps like a fucking baby at night, thinking he was on the right side. He killed a good man, Percy. So I’m sorry if I don’t want to deal with his little grudge.”

Percy nodded once, and then turned to leave.

“Listen to me or don’t,” Pansy added, lifting a hand to cover her eyes, to try and stop the screaming and the chaos, to try and block out Blaise blinking up at her and smiling that stupid fucking smile, like everything was going to be okay again. “But if your ship falls apart around us, don’t come crying to me.”

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BHNA AU [self insert]

Nani the heck is this? read here!

Chapter 2: Ass-Whoopin’ Boogaloo

I’ve been at UA for 3 weeks now and I’m getting the hang of everything! My new found friendship with Jin and Mimi has gotten stronger to where we can share our back stories. My stance in the hero course, its a bit tough and tense since Iida told everyone about our incident. Going in that class everyday has me on guard for anymore unwanted heroics. I now eat lunch in the Intelligence commons room with all my fellow intelligence course classmates. Midnight and Aizawa sensei have really made my anxiety and feelings be heard. There’s always a smile and calmness in my face when I go to school now, like how I was when I was in America. I still get homesick but I don’t cry as much.

-Tuesday, in homeroom-

“Yo do y’all ass still hurt from yesterday?”

“ugh YES and I want to remove my ass!”

“I hate butts but mine craves D E A T H~”

“jeez Jin, it don’t hurt that much”

“yeah, it was just a slap”

“it wasn’t fair! my opponent slapped me twice so hard it made my soul vibrate”

“God I wish that were me”

“Mimi please! we’re in class!”

“OKAY CLASS LETS GET STARTED!” Diya sensei bellowed, as he was not in the mood today. It’s result day to see where we need improvement and our strong suits for combat groups later in the semester.

“As you all may know” as he lifts up a thick file “it’s result day. All those tests on conceal and carry, endurance, strategy and weaponry are in a personalized packet to see where you fucked up”

Oof, guess the class didn’t do so well as a whole.

“Plus, there’s a class ranking, for guts and glory to those who did well. The rest of you slackers need to refresh on conduct and holding a gun correctly! I’ll pass out the packets first in no particular order.”

Jin turned to me, “I hope we did well! We kept our cool in the physical and weapons”

“I hope so, I just know my non-quirk usage run was absolute garbage!”

Mimi shuttered “yea, you tripped over your own feet in front of the entire 1st year intelligence class”

We get our results packet and to my surprise, I get a passing result on the physical. A whole 93% success, my place to improve on is speed on gun shooting and weapon stability. 

“I’m going to put the class ranking on the overhead, so those who fucked up get to see just how bad” Diya sensei said as he turned on the projector.

We wait in total anxiety to see who ranked on the top. When the sheet appeared, the our class ranking was of the left and the whole 1st year intelligence class ranking on the right. Out of the whole class, I got 3rd, closely followed by Mimi and Jin. In the other list, I was number 5. Not only that but I was the only international student in the top bracket, Mimi and Jin were in the lower 10s in rank. I didn’t know what to say! I didn’t know how to feel about my placement aside from relief that I passed.

“As you can see, our class has about a 10 point difference between the top students and the fuck ups. And you can see that our kind and determined American, Miss Palma, has placed in the top 5. All praise and glory to them!” He said in gusto as the class applauded me. Suddenly, my scraped knees and palms from my fall didn’t seem so bad.

“oh thank you sensei! Glad to make my class proud and I’ll continue to work hard”

“you’re too modest Miss Palma! You didn’t just make the class proud, the whole district and staff here know about your achievement. Because your the first international student in 10 years that made top bracket.”

“oh jeez really? the whole staff here knows? Thats a big deal to carry with the title” I said with less enthusiasm. I suddenly don’t want to leave the classroom to go to my other classes.

We have weapons class and it was mostly for the ones that didn’t do well in that portion of the exam. All I did was practice aim with hand guns, Mimi helped me out with that. Before we had to get dressed to go to next class, our PE clothes came in and I was so happy I got mine but the shorts on mine were a little too low on the waist. Curse my big ass! So I got re-measured and had to wait another week to get my full set. I got dressed quickly and teleported to my next class. I wasn’t late but I didn’t want any of the staff to talk to me about my achievement. I walk in and everyone starts clapping, FUCK i thought, Aizawa told them huh?

“brava to our brilliant American Student!” said Aizawa

“What an honor to hold Palma-san!” said Aoyama-san

“I’m impressed! We have to see you in action!” Sero said excitedly

“Actually, we can today”

“what do you mean sensei?”

“we’re going to the gym to do one on ones today”

“oh I was just there! alright ummm you want me to meet you guys there?”

“oh you were? sorry about that but if you’d like, go on ahead, I have to do some disciplinary things for the class”

“ok got it, see yall out there!” I said before teleporting out.

I got dressed out in my new jacket but with my black basketball shorts. To them, I probably look like I ripped my bottoms. I walk to the gym, nobody here yet, guess I’ll start my stretches. I put on my hypebeast playlist as I do stretches and quirk warmups. And a thought comes to mind, I don’t actually use my 2nd quirk like I should and I just pretend that it doesn’t exist. But then again, my quirks are on my file, if Aizawa finds me out I’m fucced because I HATE touching other people’s faces. I didn’t realize it but the class was watching me as I do my t-pose flips with the music on full blast. When I saw them I got embarrassed.

“WOAH Palma-san, didn’t know you listened to hype music” said Jiro

“oh yea hehe I listen to it when I work out and train, it gets me in my fighting element”

“fighting element? who you fighting often to have that?” said a very confused Mineta

“Oh i have an older and younger sibling back home and they’re blessed with double and powerful quirks. As the middle child, I have to stand against them when they get violent over the last slice of pizza”

“couldn’t you just, share and use your words instead of fighting all the time?” said Uraraka like she just my solved problem.

“you wouldn’t say that when your older sister has an anger fueled quirk plus fire and your little brother has the same temper but with the ability to stretch and fly, I HAVE to square up and throw a punch or 10 at my siblings to get what I want”

“thats terrible! what do your parents think about that?” said Tokoyami

“they stopped trying to prevent or stop the fights, they just let us at it as long as nothing catches on fire”

Everyone just looked at me like I survived a war or something. I assumed everyone was just an only child if they didn’t understand my reasoning.

“ok everyone, do we have anyone that wants to go first?” said Aizawa has he cut through us to the sparring circle.

“um I’ll go first!” I spoke up with a bit of restraint.

“oh good! your opponent is Bakugo, please get in position”

I have never craved death in my life more than this moment, with Bakugo?! I already didn’t like him as a person and his power is on par with my sister but with braincells. Doesn’t matter now, I take my side of the circle.

“tch, your just my warmup, don’t get your hopes up America-san” Bakugo spat out as he gave me the once over.

“Ok, round 1, Bakugo vs Palma, BEGIN” said an automated voice.

I put my fists up and get in my low stance. I think out my strategy that if I give him a dead leg and teleport him a few feet up while he’s dazed, I can suplex him to my victory. Because there was no way I could get him out of the circle to win. He charges toward me so aggressively and I barely evade him. I take my chance to give him dead leg but he threw in his punches before I could. A minute of trying to get him in the air passes and he got me on the ground and I stagger myself to look up, I had too much fight in me to give up now.

“PAUSE TIME” say Aizawa “Palma-san, use your other quirk”

“what? I-”

“no excuses, the old you is dead, reinvent yourself” he said right before I stood up “RESUME TIME”

Bakugo got a sickly, evil smile on his face and said “when I’m done, I’ll make you wish you never left home from mommy and daddy” as he inched closer.

That triggered the aggressive part of my psyche.

“shut up”

“what did you say?”

“I said SHUT UP!” as a swung in for the open hand slap to the face, “you don’t know me or what I did to end up here you aggressive twink!”

“you catty bitch, using slaps like my old hag, DIE” as he lunged toward me.

“GET AWAY FROM ME BOTTOM!” as I hold my hands out to unleash an explosion hard enough to send him out of bounds.

“Round 1, over, Palma wins” said the automated voice as I see Bakugo on his knees a good 10 ft away. I turn to my classmates and sensei, they’re in states of shock and awe. Sensei was proud of me and gave me the thumbs up. I turn to Bakugo, he’s still in shock.

“oh jeez, um you alright? Here let me-” I said as I teleported to him, assuming I hurt him or something.

“I get it! I lost! you don’t have to rub it in my face!” he growled as I teleported in front of him.

“Are you hurt? can you stand?” I said as I held my hand out.

He looked at my hand then my face, confused he said “you’re helping me? even after what I said to you? Aren’t you mad at me?”

“I was but I wanted to make sure you were alright, I left my family behind in America, not my human decency” I said genuinely as he took my hand to lift himself up.

“EY amazing job Palma-san!” said Midoriya “just one question, for my notes on everyone’s fighting style, whats a twink?”

I start laughing “oh goodness um its-” I whisper what a twink is in his ear.

“EEEEEHH?! thats so mean, but accurate! Kacchan is an aggressive twink” then he writes under Bakugo’s page according to Palma-san’s one on one with Kacchan, he’s an aggressive twink. Palma-san doesn’t say lies in battle.

After a few more one on ones, Kaminari spoke up “hey sensei, can I go against Palma-san?”

“if they’re alright with it, I don’t see why not”

“yea, I can go another round” I say like I’m being offered a second round of sushi.

“then take your places”

“Round 8, Kaminari vs Palma, BEGIN!”

Before I could go into my strategy, he starts talking like he has a motive,

“lets make a wager, If I win, you have to go on a date with me~”

“BOLD of you to assume I want to date you”

the class goes ballistic with the roasting I gave him!

“But if I win, you have to buy me coffee for a week”

“ok you’re on cutie” he said with a wink.

I gave a disgusted face as I wait for him to start shooting his sparks. He goes for it and I teleport behind him. He stopped his attack when he noticed I wasn’t there, a little too late boy. Gave one swift low sweep to knock him down and distract him from phase 2 of my plan. I quickly unzip my jacket, took it off and threw it on him as he got up.

“oi whats with the tricks?!” as he tried to wrestle out of my jacket. Just as according to plan. Now to intrigue him into phase 3, the finisher.

“aww, its like you’re not even trying!” I whined as I grab my jacket sleeves toward me, slinging him to my person. “maybe if I- cut out the middle man, you’ll fight me like a man!”

I made my ‘kiss me!’ eyes as I slightly puckered up. The fool fell for it and closed his eyes as he leaned in for the kiss. I couldn’t see the class but I’m pretty sure they had their jaws on the floor with the shit I was pulling off. Before our lips met, I did a quick dodge to his left ear as our chests touched and whispered ‘sike bitch you thot!’ and teleported us 15ft upwards. That bided me time to flip him and put him in a Diving Hurricanrana. He rolls forward and out of bounds.

“Round 8 over, Palma wins”

The class roars with amazement! I get a little thrown off by the noise. Then I hear Kaminari groan, shit I forgot to tone it with the wrestling moves.

“Hey you good?”

“Can’t believe you pulled a fast one on me!” he said as he took my hand to stand up, “I really thought I was gonna get lucky”

“oh Kaminari!” I said as I put my hand on his cheek “I like my coffee black with no cream and half a packet of sugar.”

“oh right, our wager” he said sadly, trying to not to blush in front of me.

 “thanks again! I should wager for coffee more often” as I boop him on the nose, sending a light shock.

I walk back to the rest of the class and Midoriya runs up to me,

“Palma-san! that was- I’ve never seen that ending move before in my life! and the tactical taunts! How did you know he was going to fall for that kiss fake out?”

“thanks hehe that move is a lucha libre finisher called the Diving Hurricanrana and Kaminari-san is kinda predictable if he made his intentions clear in the beginning. The moment he said going on a date with him, I knew that was virgin code for ‘I want to have my first kiss already’ and I went for the kill”

Midoriya then writes in on my section of his notes ‘fights a mix of martial arts, lucha libre and trickery. Full strategy going into fights. Can read their opponent well’ 

“Good job kid,” Aizawa said while scribbling on his score sheet “up for another round? You have another challenger” he said pointing behind him with his pen.

I looked over and saw Todoroki staring at me with serious eyes, I’d be a fool to not take this fight, win or lose.

“Yea I’ll have another go”

“Thats the spirit, take your positions”

“Round 9, Todoroki vs Palma, BEGIN”

He doesn’t waste time to rush me with his ice, but I had a plan. If I could get him to the center of the circle, I can go in at close range combat and, depending how he falls, I can get him in an submission hold and it will all end. 

“Your tricks won’t work on me” he told me bluntly “I can counter anything you throw at me.”

“Bold statement coming from somebody within slapping range”

“I won’t give you the pleasure of touching me”

“Oof wrong choice of words dude, gotta work on that��

The class chuckled and Todoroki got flustered because he didn’t know what he said that made them laugh. He blasted his next attack and I do a quick dip and vertical jump into T-pose, onto phase 2, the lure. I hover over him like I’m going to drop my weight on him so he can move to the center, he moves 5 steps in the right direction. All according to plan, I do a head kick fake out to get him to the middle and he jump dodges right where I wanted him. Phase 3, close combat, I teleport 2 feet in front of him and started my attack. As I execute my slap fake-out to gut upper cut, I ended up touching his face any ways. Slight change of plans, I can potentially freeze him in place. As I activate the quirk, a familiar sensation rose in my body. A secret quirk? I was tricked! He wanted me to touch him to mess up my plan! My body trembled and half of my body sprouted ice pillars, the other side had a perfectly controlled flame in my hand. FOOL he unknowingly gave me the upper hand!

“Wow, fire and ice? All the makings to be a powerful hero and you chose to hide the fire part of you” I said in awe “then you and me aren’t so different after all.”

He looked at me like somebody finally understood him, it all clicked to me. He let me touch him not because of strategy but to see if I really DID understand his reason to hide his quirk. All because I displayed mine in my fight with Bakugo. But he’s still gonna get his ass whooped.

“But you made a grave mistake, I have a sister with the same fire power” I said unapologetically “I’ve been mastering my technique since I was a toddler! I played with fire and I’m not afraid of getting burned” I said as I raised my hand with the fire side. His face turned from hopeful to fearful so quick when he realized he didn’t have a full plan to take me down now. I blast a ring of fire that he narrowly avoided. The class is conflicted on who they wanted to win but they were telling Todoroki to use his fire. I drop down with my right foot out to do my fire spin. Todoroki is having trouble landing an attack on me.

“I’ve never seen such moves, not even from my father, I don’t know how to counter them!” he says in a panic. I go in for the kill.

“Thanks! If you survive this next attack, maybe I can teach you.” I say as I rise into T-pose and focus all my energy on the fire quirk. It was a risk but I made a perfect fire clone of myself. Everyone was in shock, even sensei had his mouth open. 

“She made a fire clone” said Yayorozu

“With the way things are turning out,” Ojiro thought out loud “Todoroki doesn’t stand a chance against her.”

“DON’T SAY THAT! What if its just for show?” said Sato seconds before things were getting ugly for their Icy boy.

“Todoroki-san, meet Flam-ita! Flam-ita, this is Todoroki-san!” I said like I would introduce 2 friends “Why don’t you go play with him Flamita? I’ll be standing here, watching.”

I make Flamita skip toward him and the class gasped that I pulled the ultimate flex on them all. Todoroki made an ice wall to bide him time to think of a plan.

“oh? Are you shy Todoroki?” I mocked “your ice can’t stop Flamita!” Flamita then melts through the wall and walked Todoroki to the edge of the boundary. He propelled himself up with his ice just before the line, foolish move. I anticipate his flight path and teleport one foot in front of him to get him in the flying La Arkangelina and stuck the landing. Upon landing I feel his body go limp and I think oh my fucking god he fuckin ded! But I felt him breathe on my neck and felt relieved, he just passed out.

“Round 9 over, Palma wins”

I look out to the class, nobody was moving or saying anything. I gotta think fast.

“um I think this boy need some healing” as I levitate him off me and to the class, hoping someone will take him to Recovery Girl. Shoji gets him but everyone else still didn’t react.

“Oh Flamita! come over here! Take a bow for your amazing debut! Until next time, sayonara” I say as my fire clone bows and fades away. I then take my bow and walk off the sparring circle. As I walk, I see Midoriya and Iida run toward me and then everything went dark and cold.

Did I just pass out?

I wake up to the sound of a menacing Russian accent and the sound of shoes aggressively squeaking on tile. No doubt in my mind it was Mimi and Jin fighting somebody off, but who?

“WHAT PART OF DON’T LOOK AT HER DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND WALKING BROCCOLI!”

“YEA! Don’t mess with us! We got the power of GOD AND ANIME on our side!” said Jin as he was praising the lord.

“Jin? Mimi? is that you?”

“She has R I S E N!” they said in unison as they run toward my cot. I was in the nurse’s office. Guess I did pass out...

“Oh thank the stars you’re ok Palma-san!” said Iida 

“THATS HIM! THATS THE GUY THAT DRAGGED ME DOWN THE HALL!”

“what-”

“You have some nerve to show your glasses wearing ass around us!”

“yee yee bucko, prepare to get” Jin said as he set up the perfect dab “fucko’d!”

Midoriya and Iida just stood and watched the 3 of us dab and whip in unison, wondering where Recovery Girl was to stop this chaos.

“Hello~ Is Itati awake?” said Midnight as she popped her head in to all the chaos.

Mimi stops and elbows Jin to stop too.

“Yea I’m up and well”

“Oh good!” she said relieved and walked in with a file under her arm and a large tupperware container in her hands. “I was going to give you this after school for a job well done on the ranking but looks like you might need this now.” She opens the container and inside was perfectly cut cubes of watermelon! I haven’t have any in months!

“Oh my goodness! how did you know I liked watermelon?”

“Well in your health and wellness file, your mother attached some pictures of you doing things that make you happy. One of them is a picture of you as a child eating a slice of watermelon half your size!” she gushed as she sat next to the cot and everyone gathered around. “here, take a look”

I open the file and I see a bunch of pictures I haven’t seen in ages! Theres a  picture of me as a toddler, petting rabbits at the park. Another one where my family went to the beach and my sister was throwing 8 year old me into the water. Then I saw a picture of me spoon feeding yogurt to my shitzu Mr. Muffins, I remember that this was taken the summer before I entered high school. I miss my sweet lil muffin.

“wow Palma-san! You do have a big family, you look so much like your mother.” said Midoriya looking at my picture when I was 10, helping my mom cook Christmas dinner.

“you clearly came from a very loved household, my mother wouldn’t do this for me!” said Iida looking at the rare photo of my siblings and I getting along, we were sitting on the grass, drinking out of cracked coconuts.

I start eating the watermelon, I was REALLY hungry and was feeling so touched that everyone was looking through my photos. It’s like taking a peek at all the peaceful moments of my life without having to explain it. Recovery Girl came in eventually and said that I exhausted myself using my copy quirk. I was prescribed 3 days of rest, no quirk using or endurance training. Everyone that came to visit parted ways and I was released a bit before my last class of the day. As I get up, I see that Todoroki was in the cot behind the curtain, he was awake and drinking water.

“oh hi, are you doing ok?”

“Palma-san, I am thank you” he said a bit startled. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“When sensei said to use your 2nd quirk and he stopped you from saying something, what were you going to say?”

“I was going to say that I don’t want to, doing my copy quirk makes me look too over powered.” I said with a hint of sadness “I didn’t want the class to not like me because I was too powerful or be scared of what I might do next!”

“That’s what I admire about you” said Todoroki “you are genuinely kind and caring but strong and calculating.”

“oh thank you Todoroki-san, for your kind words”

“you can call me Shouto”

“oh alright then, you can call me Itati”

“can I call you Itati-senpai?”

“eww gross Shouto-san, what do I look like? a fuckin shonen manga?!”

“Ok ok! I pushed it a bit sorry” he said chuckling a bit “see you in class tomorrow.”

“see you then! bye.” 

-the next day, in the hero wing, on the way to class-

“Thanks for escorting me to my class guys”

“No problem! we gotta stick together”

“yee, these heroes better step off when they see these sick moves”

We get to room 1-A and I turn to say see you later but Mimi tosses me over her shoulder and Jin entered the room.

“LISTEN UP YOU WANNABE HEROES! HURT OR MAKE OUR BABYGIRL CRY, WE WON’T HESITATE TO WHOOP YA ASS IN THE TRASH!” Jin said as Mimi walked in with me on her shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes. Everyone was confused on why and who are these kids? Mimi walks to my desk and lifts me off her by gripping my ribcage.

“ok have a good class session Ita, remember, we love you~”

“guys! you’re embarrassing me in front of people I won against, love you too tho”

They both portal out before Aizawa walked in. I sat down and I was taking my stuff out to take notes and I didn’t notice Kaminari getting up and putting an iced coffee on my desk. I look up and see him being goofy.

“Here’s a coffee as promised, the girl at the shop said you might like this, no idea whats the name of it but the girl was pretty cute”

“Oh cool, did you get her number?” I said as I took a sip, it was good but the coconut milk was a bit heavy handed.

He thought about it and exclaimed “dang it! I didn’t! now I feel dumb!”

“Hey Palma-san,”said Midoriya from his desk “can you teach me how to do that finishing move you did on Todoroki-kun?”

“YEAH! I’ve never heard of lucha libre fighting before!” Tokoyami butted in, “you make it look so powerful yet entertaining to look at”

“What other moves do you know? Who taught you? Your copy quirk is really powerful! How long did it take you to master your double powers? Come sit with us at lunch today!  Can you teach me how to make those delicious cookies you gave us? Can you send me your hypebeast playlist?” I got so many questions that I lost track on who asked what. But I was happy because they want to include me in their circle, even after what I did to their classmates.

“ok everyone settle down, I have the grades for the one on one’s from yesterday. Since some you did more than one spar. I posted your best fight”

I look at the overhead, I got a 20 out of 15 for my best fight, the one with Todoroki.

“As you can see, Miss Palma got extra points for showmanship, confidence and technique” He said panning to me “But thats what I expect from one of the prodigies in the Intelligence Program.”

“oh thank you sensei! You give me too much praise!”

“YOU’RE IN SECRET SERVICE?!” yelled Kirishima “and those other two that escorted you in, are your classmates, aren’t they?”

“ummm yea why does that matter?”

“Kirishima, now is not the time to ask her questions. Sit down before I send you to the principals office”

I start sweating, everyone started to like me just a moment ago. Everything calmed down and class resumed as usual. I start packing to head out and I hear running from outside the classroom. Mimi and Jin rush in.

“We came as fast as we could to escort you to lunch!”

“I made tamago zushi~”

“OH HELL YEA!” I holler at the idea of having that good good sweet egg.

“wait Palma-san,” said Kirishima as he grabbed my shoulder “sorry for my out burst earlier, I didn’t know you were, one of those students.”

“its alright, I didn’t share with yall what program I was in so its a shock to hear”

Kirishima wasn’t good at hiding his true emotions, I could tell he didn’t tell me sorry because he was sorry. He told me sorry because he didn’t trust me and didn’t want to seem like THAT guy. I don’t blame him.

“well see you tomorrow!”

“yeah, see ya!”

As I walk with Mimi and Jin, I think about what going to happen next now that everyone in class knows. Who’s going to confront me next? Who’s going to stick by me regardless? Things just got spicy when I ordered semi-sweet. Oof. 

-End Chapter 2-

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[raava08]

Alright, here is some original fan fiction I’ve written, it’s about 4 chapters. This is one of few stories I’ve been working on. Please give me so advice, what you like, what you don’t like. But also be nice bitch. This is very light edit.

1

In a small wizarding town, outside of downtown Los Angeles, there is a family of witches enjoying each other's company. Their house was nothing spectacular, just a well kept 1930’s bungalow. The front of the house was filled white and red roses, ivy and birch wood covering the majority of the house and a gravel walk way that lead to a beautiful red circular door. The door was slightly hidden by a large weeping willow.

A beautiful middle age woman hums around the kitchen getting things ready for dinner. Her beautiful long kinky purple hair falls effortlessly on her shoulder. Her skin, a deep chocolate and her eyes resembled the silver halo that encompasses the moon. She waves her wand and a perfectly done honey baked ham appears on the table. With another waive, collard greens, candyed yams, cornbread and kool aid conregrate on the table. She calls from the kitchen. “Come on yall, food is ready! Don’t forget to wash up before yall come in this kitchen.” Three girls come enter the kitchen excitedly talking between themselves. The two youngest girls take their place at the table. The eldest asks her mother “Is there anything I can do to help?” “Thank you 'Thena baby, can you get the glasses?” Athena, Thena to her family, just graduated from Ilvermorny. She was just as beautiful as her mother if not more. Her hair was short and a beautiful shade of grey. Her eyes, the same has her sisters, were a deep shade of orange. She stood a little taller than her mother and with a wave of her wand the glasses flew from the cabinet and landed every so gently on the table. “Sarafina, Are you excited to start school?” Athena asked when she sat down. Sarafina was the youngest of the sisters and just as radiant as her eldest sister. “ Yes! Oh my godness! I can’t wait! Did you know that this is first time in the history of the school first years will be allowed to leave campus on the weekends?! I’ve heard that people from all around the world come in to visit. I might be able to meet one of the Potters or the Weslesys!” “C’mon now Sarafina, that is hghly unlikely. Its rare that a british wizard comes this far to just shop.” said Delphine the middle child and by far the most clever in the family. “Come now D, be nice.” said their mother as she craved the ham. “ Now listen y’all. We have a big couple of days coming up. We have to go to the alley and get everyones things for school. We also gonna fly over to to grandmas to help her with” her breath caught and the girls all looked up from their plates “something she needs help with.”

“Granny O needs our help?” Said Athena “ Does she really though?” The girls giggled. “Yes, Thena. She needs to talk to yall about something and she needs our help casting a vision. The cards ain’t showing out like they should.” The giggling around the table stopped. The Cards were never something their mother brought up unless it was something serious. Athena looked at her family with concern. “Mama,” she started tentivly, “ has this happened before? The cards not working?” Her mother did not look up from her plate, as she took the last bite of her collard greens and ham; she cleared her throat and said “ All those questions will be answered tomorrow. Just let it be.” “But Mom.” Said Delphine her long sea green hair falling in her face. “Grandma O has never had any trouble reading.” “Tomorrow, Del.” She mother said standing up not making eye contact with any of the girls. “But…” started Sarafina. Her head snapped up, her eyes now as blazing as red as the sun. This was the end of the converation. Whenever their mothers eyes changed to this particular shade, that meant that the topic was closed until she brought it up again. With her eyes slowly changing back to normal she said “ Now hurry on up and eat girls. Like I said. Big day tomorrow. When yall are done I want yall to wash these dishes the the No-maj way. Athena, baby, I need you to pack a bag and help the girls pack up as well. I think we may be a grandmas for a the rest of the week. She took her plate too the sink and waved her wand and the window above the sink opened and lights encompasing the house turned on one by one starting closest to the house and lastly to the end of the walk way. The last light illuminated a small oddly shaped cast iron mailbox.

2

On the mailbox of this home it reads Taton. The Taton family was one of the founding members of the wizarding town. Madame Ophelia Taton, the matriarch of the family, was one of the few black women to graduate from Beauxbatons academy of magic. She then came to the states and ended up in Louisiana working with the voodoo priestess Marie Laveau. Ophelia was a beautiful woman. Her hair fell midway down her back, it was an ombre of deep purple at the root and turned a lovely sliver. While in New Orleans a man by the name of Alaric Vauquelin, fell madly in love with Ophelia. He would come into Madame Laveau’s shop of wonders. The shop was in the middle of the French Quarter and could only be seen by those of who possessed magical abilities. Alaric was a handsome Cerole man. He had beautiful green eyes, a nice muscular build, full lips and hair laid so perfect most girls envied it. He came into the shop and the moment he walked in his eyes fell on Ophelia. She was behind the counter mixing a potion, her hair falling in her face as she worked. He approached her gliding like a snake through the crowd, his eyes focused upon her.

Before he could reach her Madame Laveau stopped him.

“ No, no, no cherie. Mesye Vauquelin you know your type of magic is not welcome here.”

“ Now ,now Madame, I just come ‘round here on request of Monsieur Arcueil.” He pulls out a parchment from his traveling cloak without taking his eyes off of Ophelia and Laveau snatches it from him.

“Mèt mwen, he ready dis sick?”

“ Yas ma’am. They say he only has till months end. So this is just to make him feel, magnifique till the end.”

“Its not like you to have a heart or care. What do you really want cherie?”

“ I’m just doing my civic duty, helping out an old man who can’t come himself. Trust me, I would not come in this.” He finally broke his gaze from his prize and looked around the shop in otter disgust and spat the last word as if he had just ate something rotten. “Shop. Can you get me what I need?” His eyes falling upon Ophelia again. Madame Laveau followed his gaze and her posture stiffened. Alaric was a wizard working with the Dark voodoo priest Legba, the Legba tribe one the most revered in the city. Their type of magic is something that all those fear. Madame Laveau was one of the few who fought against Papa Legba, the head of the Legba clan and was on the fast train to becoming america's next dark wizard.

“ You listen to me Vauquelin, that gal right there is not for you, ya hear? She don’t need none of your mess. You leave her alone, you hear me cherie?” She grabbed his arm and looked him dead in his eye. “ Elle n'est pas pour votre genre, compris? Vous vous approchez d'elle, vous devrez me répondre.” Taken aback by her perfect french and her forwardness to touch him. He looked at her hand and said in a deep low therathing voice.

“I can have whatever I want and I want to be clear, if you touch me again or try and stand in my way. It will not end well for you.”

As he said this a the bottles on the started to rattle on the shelves. Laveau kept her eyes on him, not removing her hand from his arm.

“You listen to me.” she said in an equally menacing voice. “If you or your kind come anywhere near that girl there” his cloak started to smoke “ It will won't end good for you.” Alaric’s selve went up in flames. He stripped off his traveling cloak and stomped it out. With all the commotion; Ophelia ran over with a jar of water and threw it on the smoldering cloak. “Well, how did a thing like that happen?” she said in soft heavy french accent.

“Well Mon cher, without your quick thinking this whole shop might have been up in flames.” said Alaric giving Marie Laveau and quick and ominous look.

“Ah, I am so glad you are here dear. Can you get Monsieur Vauquelin the items on this list?” said Laveau “We don’t want not’ing else catching on fire.” She shot him a look and handed her the list. “Oui mademoiselle.” she took parchment and hurried to gather the items. His eyes followed her until she disappeared in the back room.

3

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“Come now girls.” said the sisters mother. “It's time to head out!” She was standing in front of the circular red door. The back of the door was a deep brick red that had wrought iron workings. The iron twisted and curved forming small and bring ruins. Each ruin was shining slightly just enough in the soft morning glow. The room was magnificently arranged to show the history and love of the house. Many times when the girls were young said this room felt like the heart of the house. The room was shaped in a perfect circle with small window holes that all held white candles. The floor was a bright tan wood with a black marble ring. In the middle of the floor were cravings in french surrounded by carved vines and ivy that swayed ever so slightly. The words read ¨La famille Taton. Laisse la sagesse s'épanouir¨ and shined just as dimly as the ruins on the front door. In the midst of Celesteś waiting there was large crack of lightning in the room. This surprised her as the room had just been warmly lit by the sun. She looked up at the ceiling to see that the early morning sun was being overrun by storm clouds. In the clouds she thought she saw something. But no, she thought to herself, I must still be waking up. She reached for her wand and the clouds shifted faster. They were indeed forming a full formed face. It was a smooth grey face with a nice jawline. There were no lies in her face beside a deep scar that ran over his eye. His eyes had no color but they seemed aged, his lips were full and formed a slight menacing smile. She wiped out her wand and pointed it at the ceiling, before she could otter the spell Athena, Delphine and Sarafina entered the room. They looked at their mom and gazed at where her wand was pointed at. ¨Mom?” Athena said with confusion in her voice. ¨What are you doing?” Celeste looked at Athena, her eyes a vicious shade of emerald green, and looked back the ceiling. The face was gone and the enchanted roof and the sun was back. She stared at the spot where the face was and only saw the purple and orange clouds, peaceful and faceless. She put her wand away slowly and asked ¨Y´all didn't see that?¨ she said look over at the girls. Each of them returned her look with confusion. Athena was the first to respond. ¨Was the enchantment acting up?” ¨It seems like.¨ she said unconvinced of herself. She took a deep breath and looked at the girl.

¨Alright, D you will be riding with me and Sarafina you´ll be with your sister.¨ She said turning to the girls as they walked outside. ¨Athena, you be careful, you know your sister like to slide off of brooms”, giving Sarafina a smile. The girls all laughed. When Sarafina flew on a broom for the first time she was so excited that she feel off. The family always made fun of her whenever they flew anywhere. All the Taton women mounted their brooms and headed for the alley.

Once in the air, Celeste couldn’t shake what she saw in the house. The face looked familiar, too familiar. “There is no way it’s him” she thought to herself. She took a deep breath and looked over at Athena; her eye started to become a little wet, “there’s no way. He couldn’t have found her” this time, her thought was not as confident.

It was a lovely day to fly. The sun was shining brightly but with big luscious clouds in the air. It gave the family enough coverage to fly without having a disillusionment charm to disguise themselves. Celeste pulled out her wand and held it to the side of her throat, “Athena, we are getting close. Girls, start looking for parking spots.” Her voice boomed through the wind. Athena and Sarafina nodded and started to look down. As they started to descend the sound of whizzing brooms became louder, horns from flying cars filled the air along with the chiming of magical bikes and scooters. They could see that there were close to the beginning of The Alley, this section of the enormous outdoor mall was home to all of food and sweets. The smell of fresh cut fruits, chilies, corn, and la street dogs engulfed them as they found a place to park their broom. “Mom, can we get a hot dog?” Delphine asked, looking at the Abuela hand out a hot dog wrapped in bacon, topped with onions, bell peppers, cilantro, mayo and mustard. Her eyes widened as she saw the wizard take a bite. “On the way out Del. I’m not trying to be here all day.” A little disappointed Del turned away and started to walk with the others.

4

With arms filled with different shaped boxes and bags filled with to the brim, the girls headed to their last stop. The sisters talked excitedly amongst themselves a few feet behind their mother. As they turned down an alleyway the hustle and bustle of The Alley started to fade. The alleyway is filled with gated closed shops. As they walked the girls voices echoed through empty space as if they were in a cave. All of them noticed this and the chatter began to dissipate. “Come on girls. Stay close.” Celeste said worriedly. As she said this the gates on the shops started to rattle softly. “Thena, Del, wands out.” A gust of cold swept through the alleyway with such fury it blew the boxes and bags out of their hands. Sarafina hid behind her mother, “Mom?” She asked with a tremble in her voice. Before she could reassure her youngest, a menacing laughter carried on the wind. It started low and faint, surrounding the Taton women, making it impossible to pin point where it was coming from. As the laughter grew the wind blowing started to swirl around them. Celeste started to look around frantically. Her eyes changing colors, she held her wand out and ready to cast. Before she could do anything the swirling wind encompassed the

[the-devils-weakness]

I am starting a story. They guys in the story are based off of the sexy Leto brothers.. Hope yall like it.. Please be nice just starting this up.

This is a story about best friends , Langston and Lyric... Music brought them together. Welcome to their life of love, music ,and a little madness and darkness..

THE FIRST PART OF THE STORY IS HOW THE GIRLS FEEL ABOUT EACH OTHER

Lyric oh goodness she is my partner in crime my rock. I watch her as we are sitting outside on my porch.. Shes my dark beauty her Raven like hair in a mess singing our song " Cuts deep "by Inferno... I think... What the hell i would do without her. We came into each other's life at the perfect time... she's my soulmate my shoulder to cry on. My best friend til the end of time.. We have been best friends since we were 16...i love her with all my heart.

My little Lang.. Langston my rainbow bright straight from hell... Shes my everything... She has saved me she is my riot,my soulmate..without her i wouldnt be here i watch her download new songs from Inferno... Huge smile on her face our story is just beginning ooh what a ride it will be...

chapter one

7am Saturday , Lyric will kill me for waking her up this early. But oh well its my right as a best friend to attack her with awesome news! I open the door of her house run and jump on her bed RIC WAKE UP!!!! she screams and kicks me off her bed . Dammit Lang what the hell? Why are you trying to kill me? I have to laugh she's so dramatic at times.. Well buttercup your bestie has won us tickets and backstage passes to Inferno. Before i can say anything else, she jumps off the bed and wraps me in a huge hug. Oh Lang im sorry for kicking you. Her trying to sound sweet makes me laugh.. So darlin in 3 weeks we will be in front of Inferno!!!!!!

Our screams make her older brother Sam, and his friends Nick and luke, run into the room. They are watching us freak out . What the hell is going on in her Lyric? We stop our happy dance, Sam why do you care? And if you must know Langston won tickets and backstage passes to Inferno in 3 weeks ! He looks at us like we are crazy, his asshole of a friend Luke looks at Langston, like she some kind of science experiment. I knew he was going to say something horrible, and i was right he slowly walks over to her and then it happens..

Wow what the hell are you? Did Halloween forget you when the holiday was over? You look like a part of the addams family,that a rainbow puked on.. Couldn't just pick one color? I see you love skulls ... I watched her face as he broke her down her green eyes filling with tears that she holding back. She plays with her bracelets that hide the scars from her past .

i look at my brother begging him to do something about his friend , he just stands there laughing he knows about her past , he was there the last time she cut , he was at the hospital . she looks at me like she is lost and i begin to cry for her. she looks at Sam and starts to yell at him

What the fuck is wrong with you sam ? i never thought you would be this much of a asshole! he looks at her and dont say a word, luke thinks this is the best thing in the world and he is now laughing right in her face . then i see it the look of no return she is going to freak out. she looks a luke and without warning she punches him right in the face , he falls to the ground . i ran over to her and wrap her up in a huge hug lets get out of here Lang .

we sit in her car for what seems like hours , she finally talks , lyric can we just run away ?i am sick of this shit i am so done with your brother and his friends . your brother can kiss my ass i dont want anything to do with him at all. i know she is hurt he has been like her big brother she loves him to death and he treats her like she is nothing when he is with his friends he dont care much for me either and i get why she is hurt .

she wipes her tears and smiles that smile that makes my heart happy. guess what i did darlin. she hands me a set of keys , i look at her kinda lost because she is the type to do something without warning . what the hell are these to ? well my dear they are the keys to our new apartment i signed the paper work last night and wanted to surprise you . we move in this weekend you little creep when did you have the time to do this without me knowing ? Lyric i am just that good she laughs ..

moving day moving day bitches look out we are here i cant help it i am so excited. Lyric is trying not to drop a huge box she claims she didnt need help with. i get my cat carrier that is far to large for no reason with my cat who is less then impressed to be in it . Oh Cinder we are home , she makes a noise to which i take as get me the hell out of here .i walk up the stairs cussing myself out for getting this huge cat carrier . i finally get get to the door i walk in and set the carrier down . the second i open it Cinder runs out and jumps in the window. The diva has found her spot Lyric, and she is pleased with her new home . lyric comes out of her room.

she looks at my cat , yes she looks very happy to be out of her hell box . she walks over to her and pets her , Lyric got her for me, three years ago for my birthday she was a little black fluff ball with a big red bow . Both of them help me thur the hardest times and i dont know what i would do without them. hey Lang before i forget i have to tell you we have another four legged critter in the house .oh really and who would that be? she smiles and says come her boy the next thing i know her huge black great dane beast dog knocks me over . Well hello Zane so happy you are here , Zane we got out of a shelter last year he was mistreated and Ric had to have him . he gives me a million kisses and goes over to the window by Cinder she licks his nose and goes to sleep . They are besties as well we finish getting the place unpacked for the most part . we end up passing out in the living room watching friday the 13th .

fucking nightmares , i get up to go get some water , i hope lyric didnt hear me she wishes she that there was something she could do .i havent been the same since my step dad told me he wanted nothing to do with me .he has been in my life since i was 3 years old . he could careless if i was dead or alive. i have always had issues with myself but him saying he didnt love me hurt alot . the day he wrote me off was when the cutting got worse . i wish i wasnt fucked up. i really dont know what i would do with Langston. i have my mom and my awesome sisters that are always there for me , and my real dad and his wife are amazing. i dont want to sound like a some sad girl with no family, but Lyric is different . i just wish i wasnt out of my mind , i know she would never leave me or stop wanting to be my best friend. damn sometimes i just wish i would just stop over thinking everything . i am wide awake there is no way i can go back to bed . i sit in the window with a book and turn the music on, Inferno's song "devil within " fills the room and i am relaxed i love this band to death they are how me and Lyric met . we know every word to all of the songs , we have Inferno stuff all over the house .. And we are in love with the singer Jace and his sexy drummer brother shane.

out of the corner of my eye i see a guy with and pink mohawk and ripped up jeans , going into the upstairs apartment across from me . i see him in the livingroom window the lights are low and he is talking to someone sitting in the livingroom with dark hair . then it hits me .. i am going crazy ! that it not Jace and Shane what the hell why would they have a place here ? its 4:30 in the morning . the more i look the more i freak out. no fucking way i must have said this way to loud and they both look out the window right at me and smile ... i wave like a huge nerd and run into Lyrics room. wake the the hell up! i think i am going insane . she looks at me like i have lost my mind , What is wrong Lang ? Dude i swear on everything i believe in that Jace and Shane Morgan are staying in the upstairs apartment across the way from us !!!! i tell her what i saw and she is looking at me like i have really lost it . please Ric come see i swear i am not seeing things . i take her to the window look babe please tell me i am not insane . she looks and sees Shane outside with no shirt on , she looks at me like she has seen a ghost .he notices and waves she looks at me and drags me into the hallway.

Langston what do we do now they are right there. i look at her and smile we get them to notice us more .

CHAPTER 2

4 days before the concert , langston and i havent seen the guys since that night we stayed up hoping to see them again . its midnight when i finally have a idea , Lang get the dog we are going for a walk . we change into one of our awesome outfits , langston is in her famous ripped up jeans that and her skull tank top . i am wearing my new skirt and red lust love shirt , we are gonna see the guys again if it kills us, we get zane outside and walk around grass area between the buidlings . Zane is running around like a lunatic langston has his ball but before she can do anything he runs at her and knocks her on her ass , and i start to laugh . she is on her back with the beast of a dog standing over her . then i hear them, nice dog sweetie, there Shane is standing there in his army pants and his black hoodie. I forgot how to talk so I just smile. Langston Relazies what is going on and gets off the ground and is met by jaces hand to help her up. She take it and looks at me in shock he smiles and walks her over to me holding her hand he is still holding it when Shane brings Zane back over he hands me his ball, and he grabs my arm and says how about you ladies come hang out? I smile and say sure I am sure I am sure I have a insane look on my face . Jace brings Langston to me take the dog home and come over. He smiles and they both walk away .

We run back to the apartment,we stand there looking at each other. Lyric please tell me this isn't a dream.. No Langston it's real I can't fucking believe it. I look out the window and there they are watching us and smiling. I give and shy wave and we walk out the door. We  walk up to the door and knock and I feel i Am going to puke.  Jace opens the door with a killer smile and let's us in,  Shane is on the couch he also smiles,  hey Lyric come shot next to me she moves over just enough for her to cuddle up next to him I.  I still can't believe this is going on.,  I feel  a arm around my waist come sit with me Langston Jace says in a low sexy voice.

So ladies how are you doing today?  Shane asks as he puts his arm around Lyric.  She turns her self against him well Shane we are pretty good got everything finally unpacked and now we are here with you guys   I would say we are pretty good.  And we are actually seeing you guys play in a few days.  His eyes light up well I am happy you will be there Lyric we will have to hang out after the show.   I couldn't agree more Shane she said,  her and I make eye contact she knows I am freaking out but hiding it very well.  She looks down at my wrists and seeing me playing with my bracelets. She winks at me silently telling me i got this,  I look at Jace who has moved a lot closer to me.  You excited about the show Langston?  He says my name and makes me wanna say take me now.  I can't wait for the show we actually won the tickets and backstage passes.  So it looks like we will have some one on one time for  a few minutes  .  He smiles and whispers I am looking forward to it.  And he holds my hand,  we hang out for hours talking and getting to know each other  .  It's 5am when we realize the time. 

Oh wow I can't believe we talked all night Jace says.  It feels like you ladies just got here,  thank you for having us over guys we say we needbro get going, men and lyric have to work in two hours and need lots of coffee.  Sorry to keep you ladies all night Shane says his arms still around Lyric.  It's more then alright Shane she smiles.  Jace pulls me into a huge.  See you later Langston and they both give us a kiss on the cheek. 

We walk in the house we are greeted  by cinder and Zane who act like they haven't seen us in years. We feed them and we get the coffee started.  lang look out the window lyric says softy,  Jace and Shane blow us a kiss and wave.

I can't believe this is happening and the look on lyrics face she can't either.  Can't wait to see where this goes.. 

Work is going by so slow , we are so hyper off coffee and just thinking about last night, i cant believe  

we hung out with jace and shane. Me and Langston dont tell anyone at work about the night , they would not believe us any way, We work at HIdeaway its a cool little shop that sells everything from music ,clothes and  jewelry ,  we have been the managers here for two years . we love it here we also get to look at Jace and shane all  day this store sells the most Inferno merchandise . The only bad part about this store is Lacy and katie , they think they run the place and think they are hot shit . they are only fans of guys in bands for the looks and money the kind of girls you want to punch the fuck out , and i have to say i am so shocked that Langston has not kicked lacys ass yet . Lacy and katie will also be at the concert and they are dead set on hooking up with the guys and they like to tell us what they have planed all the time just to piss us off. 

the phone rings 

 Hello this is Lacy , how can i help you? OOOH LANGSTON , you have a phone call.

Hello this is Langston , what can i do for you today ? hmm well that is loaded question, i can think of a few things you can do for me, right away i smile  well  hello you how are you doing ? I would be better if you were next to me  i bet you are tired from being up all night .Well you  amd your brother kept us up til 6am ! The second i say that Lyric looks at me with huge eyes  and smiles  lacy and katie are watching us and trying to figure out what is going on . Well we are sorry about that how about we bring you ladies some lunch? You guys wanna come here are you insane ! Jace laughs , well yeah  is that alright? Oh yeah it is you know where we work just be ready for the madness .  Everything will be okay baby  Shane and I will be there in like a hour , Shane is making sure he is all sexy for Lyric . Dude shut the  fuck up , i hear Shane yell  i can not help but laugh. See you guys soon we can eat lunch in our office text me when you guys are almost here . will do babe see you soon  . i hang up the phone 

Lyric is looking at me like she is dying to now what is going on . Lyric we have a lunch date in a hour , she looks like she is going to jump out of her skin  they are going to let us know when they are almost here . 

who is coming to have lunch with you freaks ? katie says in  her stuck up voice ,Lacy laughs . Ladies if you keep up being little brats i will treat you both like one and you wont be working here any more. You dont have to be so mean Lyric katie wines ,  A hour passes and still no word from Jace  i hope that everything is okay .Lyric is folding shirts in the corner and  i am tying to hang up posters, i am short and need a latte i cuss for having short legs , katie and Lacy are acting like they are working . i hear the front door open but dont think to much about it , i look over at Lyric just in time to see Shane wrap his arms around her . Hey Sweets , miss me she turns around and hugs him back , i am in a panic i dont see Jace at all ,  i get off the latter turn around and i am face to face with him , hey baby he picks me up and i wrap my legs around him. At that moment Lacy says . what the hell is going on here ?  she cant see Jace  his back is facing her and shane has Lyric in the corner of the store kissing her , katie is watching them in shock. I roll my eyes lacy our lunch is here we are gonna close up for lunch see you back in lets say two hours ?

Aww how cute Katie look  they need alone time with their fake dates . whats the matter guys dont want to be seen with the little freaks . they bust into laugher , jace holds me tighter and he turns around so now he is facing them. Do i look fake ? he says they have no idea what the hell is going on . Shane walks over holding Lyrics hand , what is going on man? katie and Lacy look at Shane then at Lyric . lyric gets a huge smile on her face she holds shanes hand tighter. 

jace kisses my neck still holding me against him, 

I will be writting more very soon... The next few days there will be more added