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On Heteromorphs and Heteromorphobia (Arc XV - My Villain Academia)
(Skewing away from the wiki arc titles here, because come the eff on; everyone on god's green earth calls this My Villain Academia, not "The Meta Liberation Army Arc.")
At the request of a kind asker, I'm trying something different with footnotes this time; you'll find them at the end of the relevant bullet point, rather than at the bottom of the post. I've also flagged the numbers in purple, though I left the text itself the default color. I hope people find that a little easier to handle than having to scroll all the way to the bottom, have two tabs open, or wait until the end when they've forgotten the context.
Content Warning: Mentions of the KKK, as well as anti-Korean hate crimes/speech in Japan.
The My Villain Academia Arc (Chapters 218-240)
Chapter 218:Â
Tsuyuâs weakness to cold is noted in-canon, rather than in a volume extra profile. ââ
All of the people featured specifically in the Detnerat commercial are heteromorphsâa four-armed woman, a walrus gent, and a little gelatinous boy. Re-Destro pontificates about how people with these ânewer types of bodiesâ struggled in the new era because they couldnât find products that would meet their daily needs; mass production was not equippedâcould never really be equippedâto handle the endless variety of body shapes and sizes that came about due to the Advent of the Extraordinary. It recollects the mall scene back in Chapter 68âor, even further back, Ojiroâs character sheet and UAâs lack of varied desksâand calls the reader to consider, once again, the sorts of special needs that those with heteromorphic bodies might have, and how difficult it can be to meet those needs. ââ RD says that his companyâs ability to rapidly customize and produce unique goods for every customer has made them #1 in their industry (lifestyle goods). Assuming thereâs at least some truth to the commercial shpielâand the newscaster does at least call Detnerat âa big playerââit suggests that plenty of other companies are not so good at the rapid+customizable combination. Of course, not all companies are trying to be all things to all people, but specialization costs moneyâas do speed and customization, really, and note that nowhere in the commercial is there a talking point about affordability! So mainly what the commercial leaves me wondering is what degree of inconvenience is still felt by heteromorphs, especially those who are somewhat cash-strapped. ââ That strikes me as a particular hazard when it comes to child bullying. Of course, Japanese schools have uniforms, but I wonder how available tailoring and alterations are for students with particular needs? Is there a provided budget for that sort of thing? Financial aid? How much did Ojiroâs parents have to pay for him to have a full set of uniform pants with a hole for his tail in them? How about Shouji getting all his uniform tops made sleeveless? What arrangements had to be made for Shoutoâs gym uniform to be fire retardant? ââ Even setting uniforms aside, there are also their social lives outside of school to consider. Kids will absolutely notice when one of their number wears the same clothes all the time, or home-made clothes instead of name brand, or with obvious patchwork and repair. As in real life, itâs at the intersections of more than one type of disadvantageâin this case, a heteromorphic body combined with a low-income familyâthat problems become more likely.
Here in 218, almost fifty chapters after the first mention of them, we finally get the proper introduction and explanation of the Meta Liberation Army. Of course, they arenât heteromorph-specificâthe closest any of the named commander-types in RDâs inner circle get is Curious, with her bright blue skin and black sclera,[1] though certainly Re-Destro himself has drifted somewhat away from baseline compared to his ancestor. Regardless, their foundational belief is the deregulation of quirks, stemming from a time when any deviation from the norm made meta-humans targets. The compromise society reachedâthat quirks require a license to useâis restricting enough on those whose abilities are found with a baseline body, but, as Iâve brought up before, it makes life even more potentially fraught for heteromorphs.  That kind of thing is basically a pre-written excuse for heroes or police to stop and harass a heteromorph they donât like the look of! And while the evidence of that kind of bias has been pretty circumstantial thus far, itâs about to get way, way less so. ââ [1] Wacky hair colors being somewhat de rigueur in anime, weâll give her a pass on the purple hair.
ââ Chapter 220:Â
Here we finally hit the major leagues: the Creature Rejection Clan, or CRC. The Japanese is igyou haiseki shugi shuudan, with igyou and shuudan being pretty straightforwardâigyou is, of course, âheteromorph,â and shuudan is any sort of organized or self-identifying group of people, anything from a family unit to a business organization, even all the way up to a nation. Haiseki shugi is the important bit, with shugi meaning âdoctrine; principleâ and haiseki meaning ârejection; expulsion; boycott; ostracism.â Thus, âgroup whose doctrine is the rejection of heteromorphs.â[2] ââ Note that, in the Japanese, the word in the groupâs name is heteromorph; they didnât pick something more insulting or derogatory. They didnât really need to, since igyou is, as discussed back in the introduction to this piece, plenty derogatory all on its own. So Caleb Cook went with a translation of igyou that would better get that derisiveness-in-the-context-of-a-hate-group across than his choice way back in Chapter 14. Creature Rejection Clan is a fairly localized translation, but Cook was pretty frank in his Twitter thread on the chapter that he was thinking about the KKK when he made the decision. ââ And itâs not an unwarranted comparison! Of course, I wouldnât think to presume Horikoshiâs that up on the history of racism in the U.S., but combine the cod-religious trappings and the full robes and hoods with an explicit textual description of hate crimes, and itâs an extremely easy parallel to draw. [2] The Japanese also gives the abbreviation of CRC, with the databook eventually coming out and revealing that it really stands for the name theyâve chosen for themselves in English, the Curious Rejection Committee.
That established, itâs notable that Spinner, in describing them, says that they commit hate crimes against âpeople with heteromorphic quirksââa nearly word-for-word translation of the Japanese igyou-gata no ningen. This leaves aside the idea Iâve spent so much time talking about, that heteromorph discrimination is aimed broadly at those with heteromorphic bodies, and not only those with the more narrowly defined heteromorphic quirks. Shortly, however, Iâll cover some evidence that Spinner is over-generalizing, or just misinformed.
In the meantime, take note of a few things the CRC guys[3] actually say here, starting with the fact that they call Spinner a lizard. Instantly, a word that was previously a snippy and dismissive little shrug in Dabiâs mouth takes on the weight and ugliness of a slur. ââ Further, they call the League of Villains âsins against natureââor, in a more literal translation, âimpure criminals.â I provide the more literal translation there because itâs more specific.  My immediate question of the English translation would be whether the CRC judge the League as being sins against nature simply because of their criminality, or because of their association with Spinner, but the Japanese makes clear that there are two separate labels being flung there: the League are both criminals and impure. ââ This idea of impurity brings in a religious dimension to heteromorphobia, a dimension heightened by the line (dropped by the English translation) in which the CRC accuses the League of invading a sanctuaryâin Shinto, shrines have to be kept pure. The CRC calling their hideout a sanctuary, with the added context of, âThey have a lizard with them. How disgusting,â thus makes it pretty clear that the impurity is about Spinnerâs presence, not just the Leagueâs assorted crimes. This spiritualistic justification for bigotry will later be made even more explicit in Shoujiâs flashbacks. ââ [3] With skull masks right there on their hoods! A real, âAre we the baddies?â moment, but given some of the other things we get on them later, it's possible the skulls are meant to contrast what e.g. Spinner or Kodaâs skulls might look like: baseline human versus animalistic or âmisshapen.â Credit to @codenamesazanka for connecting the dots on that!
Spinner also gives us here the line that I covered back in the terminology section at the beginning:
Weâll go with the official version this time.
So here we have the observation that the word absolutely everyone uses, the word that, as far as we know, academically defines an entire category of quirks, is an unpleasant, even rude word. But what is the alternative? Weâre never given one. Indeed, Spinner doesnât suggest one; he says that the nice thing to do is âavoidâ the word instead. In other words, talk around it. See again what I said at the start about all the difficulties baked into that prospect.
Later, we get the first drops of Spinnerâs backstory, and hit again on the âlizardâ thing, with the note that Spinnerâs backwater, stuck-in-the-last-century hometown called him âthe lizard freak.â He grew up with it, grew accustomed to it, thought there was nothing he could do to change itâhe might even have internalized it somewhat, though clearly by the time Chapter 160 rolled around he was ornery enough about it to complain. ââ It's perhaps also notable that Spinner knows who the CRC are. Though weâll later find out that their numbers have hugely diminished, he not only recognizes them, heâs not even surprised to see themâunlike many, Spinner knows the CRC never truly went away. (Compare his lack of reaction to, for example, Shouji's unsuspecting classmates, who will later be shocked, just shocked, that this kind of ugliness still exists in their country.) ââ So just to state the obvious here, yes, the presence of active hate groups does irrevocably shift the lens on everything weâve seen up to this point. You canât say calling a heteromorph an animal is harmless, a little insensitive at worst, maybe even meant as a cute nickname, when that same language is used by openly violent bigots.
The volume version gives us, at the end of the chapter, further notes on the CRC. Itâs full of relevant tidbits, so Iâll provide the text in its entirety:
Once superpowered society grew more stable and less chaotic, this group emerged, based around a lack of acceptance for those with body-altering quirks. They started out with demonstrations and protests but eventually started committing violent hate crimes. Most felt this was taking things too far, so the group saw a sharp decline in membership and a scattering of factions. These days, one faction might only reject people with animal properties, while another focuses its hate on people with irregular heads. These two, among others, have very few members left. The faction that Tomura and the villains attacked was one that stood by the original group's fundamental tenets.
So what is there to gather from this? Letâs break it down a point at a time.
âOnce superpowered society grew more stable (...)â ââIf youâve ever lived through a time of increasing acceptance for a marginalized group, particularly if that acceptance involves measures for legal protections being passed, youâll recognize what this is. Just to pick a few U.S. examples, the KKK didnât exist until after the Civil War;[4] proactive federal bans on same-sex marriages didnât start getting passed/proposed until individual U.S. states started legalizing them and civil unions. When opposition to something is the norm, said opposition often doesnât start organizing until they see that status quo being threatened; they werenât organized before because they never imagined theyâd need to be! Thatâs what we see with the CRC: they didnât formally declare themselves until it started looking like quirksâand especially non-baseline quirksâwere going to find legal acceptance. ââ [4] Literally. The last day of the war was May 26, 1865; the date the first Klan was founded was December 24 of the same year. Easily the most vile thing I learned in the process of writing this piece. ââ
â(âŚ) based around a lack of acceptance for those with body-altering quirks.â ââThis is what I was referring to when I said Spinner's characterization of the CRC might be a little bit off: the CRC wasnât founded because of a hatred for specifically heteromorphic quirks; they were founded because of a hatred for different bodies, a descriptor that could also apply to those with transformation-style quirks! Those, too, are quirks that alter bodies, after all; itâs just possible for people to turn them off, which is not the case for those with heteromorphic quirks. So Spinner was not quite on the mark before. ââ Further, note that the phrase âbody-altering quirksâ is used hereâa phrase thatâs similar in meaning and much less othering than igyou. It doesnât fully cover everything I use âheteromorphicâ and ânon-baselineâ to cover, in that itâs still murky in situations like e.g. Cementossâs, where his emitter quirk is entirely independent of his oddly shaped head, but itâs still a useful term! Except for the small complication of where it isnât found: anywhere in the actual story. The fact that Horikoshi uses it in an authorâs note, but it comes up nowhere in BNHA proper, puts it in an unclear place as far as in-universe alternatives go. Has it just not come up because Horikoshi hasnât thought to include it? Or has it not come up because itâs not a phrase people in-universe use?
âThey started out with demonstrations and protests but eventually started committing violent hate crimes. Most felt this was taking things too far, so the group saw a sharp decline in membership and a scattering of factions.â ââConfirmation here of what Spinner said about the CRC and hate crimes, but note what this doesnât say: that the CRC was outlawed. There are, I suspect, a couple of factors influencing that. ââo Firstly, while Japan has legal methods to restrict undesirable organizations,[5] making it difficult for them to raise funds or engage in publicity, the country doesnât actually de facto criminalize membership in such organizations. That distinction is part of the legacy of violent crackdowns on labor groups and protest movements in the first half of the 20th century; people tend to get very loud about anything that whiffs of the government trying to give itself the power to get that heavy-handed again. ââ Assuming that the laws havenât changed overmuch in HeroAca!Japan, then, I wouldnât expect membership in the CRC to have been criminalized outright, but the volume extra doesnât mention any kind of legal repercussions at all. That, I think, may go more to my next point. ââ [5] The relevant laws are aimed mostly at terroristic groups or organized crime. ââ ââo Secondly, another thing Japan has very, very little of is hate crime legislation. From my research, there are only two laws of any note: a federal law passed in 2016 and widely regarded as toothless thanks to it lacking any criminal provisions targeting offenders,[6] as well as a local ordinance passed in Kawasaki in 2019 that went as far as mandating fines against repeat offenders, among other measures.[7] [6] It required the government to start âimplementing measuresâ to eliminate such speech/behaviors, as well as to ârespond to requests for consultationâ from victims, but did not directly mandate consequences for offenders. [7] I suspect from some of what I read that Osaka has picked up a similar ordinance, but I didnât find anything detailing it specifically. Osaka and Kawasaki are home to the largest and second-largest population of Koreans living in Japan. One major thing neither of these measures did, thoughâand something activists have been pressing forâis to establish standards for considering discriminatory motivations when issuing sentences against those who have committed violent crimes. To pick an example that made the news last year, a man committed arson out of openly admitted hatred for the Koreans he targeted, but nowhere in the trial or discussion of his sentence did the prosecution ever bring up discrimination.[8] ââ [8] https://mainichi.jp/english/articles/20220829/p2a/00m/0na/015000c ââ Also, itâs worth noting that both of these measures were aimed at ethnic discriminationâspeech and behavior targeting people living in Japan while being themselves, or being children of, people of non-Japanese ethnicities. They did not address discrimination based on e.g. religion or sexuality. ââ Folding both of those points together, the image we have of the CRC is of a violent hate group whose existence is regarded as perhaps distasteful and extremist, but not actually illegal. Even what few laws Japan has now wouldnât have applied to anti-heteromorph discrimination, because, while they may look wildly different from a prototypical Japanese person, heteromorphs still are Japanese, and therefore not protected by a law based solely around ethnic discrimination. ââ Incidentally, the ordinance in Kawasaki laid out a number of specific examples of the kind of behavior it was looking to address, and one of those examples was likening victims to something other than human. I know why that was included in the context of anti-Korean sentiments,[9] but it certainly does shade e.g. Dabi calling Spinner a lizard more harshly to know that thereâs legal precedent for categorizing such dehumanizing language as hate speech. ââ [9] An extremely common form of anti-Korean hate speech in Japan is to refer/allude to Koreans as cockroaches.
âThese days, one faction might only reject people with animal properties, while another focuses its hate on people with irregular heads.â  ââThis is a good echo of the sort of factionalization you see in organized religion, wherein the minutiae of tenets that seem similar to an outside eye are the topic of vicious, vehement inter-group debate. More to the point, however, it provides an excellent illustration of the senselessness of bigotry. They canât even keep their own discriminatory dogma straight! ââ Probably the second most common complaint about the storyâs use of heteromorphobiaâafter calling it retconned-in bullshit that didnât exist until Chapter 220âis that itâs illogical, that it makes no sense to judge people because they look a little different in a world where everyone is now a little different from the way we see the world. ââ And I wonder if the people who say that are listening to what theyâre saying. âIllogical bias that has no foundation in reality is unrealistic?â What do these people think bigotry is? Racism, sexism, xenophobia, ableism, religious discrimination, all the many different shades of queerphobia: all of these are built on foundations of fear and hate for people who are fundamentally still as human as anyone else, yet they all exist, and have existed, and will go on existing for quite some many years still. Because irrational hatreds are, by definition, irrational. Heteromorphic discrimination is the most realistic societal dynamic in the entire series! That little rant aside, I also want to highlight the first group in the excerpt aboveâpeople with animal properties. Check any talk on the theme of, âSo you can believe dragons but not black people in fantasy?â and youâll run into the ways people are much more ready to suspend their disbelief for full-on fantasy than for something that, rightly or wrongly, pings them as incorrect, and itâs easy to imagine animal-associated heteromorphs running into a similar issue: itâs fine for people to just look weird, but looking like an animal, thatâs bad and unnatural. A heteromorph who just looks like nothing in particular other than ânon-baselineâ is not evoking the baggage of animal anthropomorphization and cultural animal symbolism that someone who looks like a bird, a lizard, a dog, an orca, etc. is. ââ
Chapter 223:Â
Shigaraki refers to Gigantomachia as a gorilla. Itâs debatable how much this is of a piece with Dabi calling Spinner âLizardââMachiaâs only actual animal quirk is Mole, not anything simian, nor is Machia particularly ape-like in anything other than his large sizeâbut it does stand out to me that Spinner, who we know to have strong opinions about animal epithets, just refers to Machia by name or as âthe big guy.â
Chapter 224:Â
Mr. Compress calls Machia âour pet gorillaâ; see note above.
Chapter 226:Â
Curious introduces the idea of quirk counselling, telling us that its goal is to align people to a unified understanding of how the world and society work, but that itâs flawed in that it winds up emphasizing peoplesâ differences instead. The advisor at the hospital raid will include quirk counseling in his litany of grievances, so Iâll discuss its possible utilization against heteromorphs more there, but for now, recall that I talked previously about how quirk-based behavioral tics might vary from person to person by comparing Hound Dog with Sansa.  With that in mind, itâs not a big reach that some heteromorphs might run into similar problems with quirk counselling. ââ
There are a good number of what appear to be heteromorphs through the Curious fight; whatever the MLAâs core views on quirk supremacy, the organization self-evidently makes ample room for heteromorphs, even if, like e.g. the red panda guy in the crowd jumping Toga inside the noodle joint, they donât seem to have any other stand-out powers beyond the fur and fangs. ââ
Chapter 229:Â
Twice notes in his flashback that something about his eyes always rubbed people the wrong way, scared them. Weâll eventually see this same thing with Tenko on the streetâa totally normal-looking child, but the look on his face scares people away even more than the blood. And I canât help but think, âIf even a totally baseline personâs eyes can creep people out, how much easierâand more extremeâis that reaction for the more out-there sort of heteromorph?â ââ
Gori makes the tiniest of cameos in Twiceâs flashback, playing backup off to the side when we will, in current times, find him having worked his way up to the interrogation chair himself. ââ
Chapter 230:Â
Geten brings us quirk supremacy via his understanding of the MLAâs goals. Itâs hard to say how accurate this is, since the MLA leadership is inconsistent on what exactly their vision of Liberation entails. Whatever it is, it certainly doesnât seem to dissuade the MLAâs own heteromorphs, though of course thereâs a big difference between how e.g. Spinner or Ojiro versus Gang Orca or Mirko would fare in a societal quirk free-for-all. Likewise, the MLA is a cult, so one canât discount the likelihood of double-think in its members. ââ
Chapter 232:
Re-Destro talks about the state of the country in Destroâs infancy, a period in which metahumans suffered âconstant abuseâblatant discrimination.â Merely for speaking out that her child was just like everyone elseâthat his special power was just a quirkâDestroâs mother was killed by an anti-meta mob. This gives us further evidence of the violence metahumans faced. Of course, in that time, the hate wasnât distinguishing between types of quirk, but with that being said, an emitter and a transformer can still hide the truth about themselves with far more ease than heteromorphsârecall All Mightâs discussion about the early days of quirks back in Chapter 59, in which the panel showing four people with quirks contained only one baseline person. It would be entirely unsurprising for an outsized number of the metahumans killed in those days to be heteromorphs.
Chapter 233:Â
The confrontation between Trumpet and Spinner gives us Trumpet clucking about Spinner having a weak meta-abilityâGecko lets him cling to walls, and thatâs about it. Itâs a striking contrast to someone like Mirko or Gang Orca, or even Tsuyu, all of whom have some combination of big power moves and a veritable fleet of sub-abilities. We can see the way Hero Society prizes powerful, flexible quirks in this. Having a strong quirk can help overcome the societal bias about heteromorphs, but if youâre stuck with a weak quirk and a weird face, you lack that metaphorical ticket out.[10] ââ [10] Incidentally, the fandom reflected some of that attitude as well. There was a widespread assumption that Spinnerâs quirk would be really useful or situationally powerful, otherwise why would Horikoshi have hidden it for as long as he did? Then, after the reveal, there was a certain amount of complaining that Spinner was useless to the League, and why even bother with him? Sometimes, life imitates art in some very unflattering ways.
Trumpet brings up that Spinner was a recluse, âmocked and pilloried,â and we see Spinner in his hikikomori days. What weâve gotten on Spinner up to this point suggests that the abuse he endured was mostly verbal, though one can imagine it was pretty rough when he was young enough to be the target of school bullies. Thereâs a certain amount of temptation to minimize that in comparison to his response: most people who are bullied or targeted by discrimination donât grow up to become terrorists. But there was, we will eventually find, more visceral stuff going onâand parts of the country that were even worse than Spinnerâs hometown.
Spinner spent most of his life trying to fit himself into the world around him; his strongest parallel in the League in this regard is Toga, as they were the two that held themselves back, let the world define what they were and how they should act, right up until they saw something that caused them to snap.[11] Trumpet tries to do much the same to Spinner here (albeit probably less as an intentional psychological attack than Skepticâs attempts on Twice), but Spinner, like Toga, is long past the point where he would swallow that abuse without fighting back. When you tell someone they are something long enough, they eventually start to believe itâbut if you arenât careful, theyâll start to embrace it, at which point those weaponized words change hands. ââ [11] Shigaraki and Dabi, by contrast, pushed back harder, trying to get the world to accept them and never accepting it when their families (and particularly their fathers) told them to stop. Twice was ejected without getting the chance to try to contort himself into a shape that fit the world, whereas Mr. Compress seems to have been raised to reject his society's accepted norms from the start. ââ
Chapter 234:
We see an image excerpted from Quirks and Us, a childrenâs book published by Curiousâs outfit, that exhorts the reader not to judge people by their quirks. It really, really begs the question, âIf this is whatâs being said in literature published to coax people towards anti-suppression radicalism, what on Earth is normal society saying?â ââ Regardless of that absolutely wild disparity, though, the fact that there are childrenâs books being published about quirk bias being wrong suggests that the world very much does have a problem with quirk bias. Indeed, that much has been shown throughout the series, not merely in terms of anti-heteromorph bias, but also the bias against âvillain quirks,â as well as the widespread idea that people with weak quirksâor no quirks at allâare weaker people overall, pitiable folk who lack the power to live their fullest lives or pursue their dreams unhindered.[12] ââ People on more than one of these axes of discrimination will, as in real life, be more likely to experience discrimination and violence. [12] Villains like All For One and Geten may say it more loudly, but itâs not only villains who believe itâperfectly good-hearted people like All Might and Midoriya Inko fall into that trap as well. ââ
Chapter 237:Â
Nothing much to say about Shigarakiâs flashbacks save to note that, if people wonât stop to help a lost and bloodied (and baseline) child, they sure as hell wonât intervene in anti-heteromorph bullying. Recall that Kirishima was accused of sticking his nose where it didnât belong for trying!
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Thanks as ever for reading along, everyone! How was the new footnote format? Should I keep that up for lengthy meta going forward?
I was kind of expecting to be able to wrap this up (the main canon, at least) in one more post, but I underestimated the amount of writing I'd be doing for the first war arc. For next time, then, I'm looking to cover the Endeavor Agency, Paranormal Liberation War, and Dark Hero Villain Hunt arcs. See you all then!
#bnha#heteromorph discrimination plot#bnha worldbuilding#bnha meta#my writing#creature rejection clan#tw racism#tw hate crime#bnha spinner#iguchi shuuichi#meta liberation army
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#Shigaraki Tomura#Twice#Bubaigawara Jin#Toga Himiko#Spinner#Iguchi Shuuichi#Mr. Compress#Sako Atsuhiro#CRC#Creature Rejection Clan#bnha#mha#HeroAca#nalslastworkingbraincell#gif#edit
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A detailed description of Kaylas fathers death. And yes. She witness the whole thing. I wanted to practice horror writing. TW !!!!!Â
#my hero academia#orignal character#alchiap#Amy Chiappiniello#horror#mha#bmha#Wattpad#healer#creature rejection clan#death#blood#gore
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thinking about the late-game reveal that all for one was really focused on building up groups that could cause chaos or sow unrest all over the world, and that he had connections with organized crime and other organizations (and that overhaul was probably part of some sort of exchange/deal with the yakuza) , and it just makes it. really funny. that shigaraki took down like. multiple groups. and i think in another timeline he could have been the best worst villain ever. raised by father of all evil but never let in on any of his business practices, he now goes around just. destroying shit he doesn't like and in the process he accidentally dismantles a good chunk of all for one's network of nonsense.
#shigaraki tomura#'but we know your dad!' the creature rejection clan pleads.#'father?' shigaraki says. 'yeah i killed that guy too.'#just a bloody comedy of miscommunication and nonsense.#i think there actually might be a fic out there where the lov tries to evil and keeps on accidentally doing good stuff?#tt talks#it's late time for nonsense
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i aint even half as dirty as beauden is- why am i getting washed before him?
#my art#do not copy trace or steal#rosebelly#charity#shinepaw#teagan#beauden#beaumoon#HI GUYS so sorry its been a while!! college + other projects im doing ^_^#ANYWAY here is rosebellys family redesigned!! ive got some things planned but im not sure if i want to release things in an episodic order#or just go sporadically and let yall connect the dots orrr if i just write everything out and post and then draw whatever#personally im leaning towards the latter#ANYWAY!!! rosebelly is the calico/ charity is the black and white cat/ teagan aka shinepaw is the dilute tortie and beauden/beaumoon is the#brown and white tabby!! all three kids started as daylight warriors as apprentices but shinepaw/teagan would eventually reject clan life#will the name switching be confusing. yes. but is it necessary. also yes u_u im a simple creature rlly
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man, this Compress flashback sure is focused on Spinner
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Hi, hello, remember when i posted a little fic two years ago called 'loved your parting gift (dead people are my favorite)' and then last year i talked about how that world lives in my mind rent free and how I've imagine that very cathartic scene of Lexa bleeding at Clarke's place and her calling Anya to watch Lexa while she feeds from countless people because the sent of Lexa's blood makes her incredibly thirsty? Do you remember?
Well i didn't write that scene (actually i did but it's not edited and I'm not sure i want it to be precisely like that so) instead I wrote a little night months after, a little look into their abettor-ship.
I feel like in the first installment it looks a little like these two are pretty serious, but in my head this fic is a little cracky. Like sure Lexa is Commander of the 12 clans full of werewolf packs (this isn't abo btw) sure she's the most powerful alpha of her people, sure she can control other alphas as though they were her beta's. But also she's just a girl. She's practically 21yo (210 in reality (215 actually, which makes Clarke want to celebrate her sweet (2)16's) but she's a wolf so its the same) and she just really likes this very pretty girl, mysterious and possibly incredibly dangerous but also just a girl who with all her power (and years on earth) is actually just chilling.
So here's that little night
For Clextober 2024, Idea 16 (already on ao3)
The Halloween Party
âA Halloween party? Seriously?â Lexa deadpanned.
âA custom partyâ Clarke clarified, covered excitement in her voice.
âYeah, I got that partâ
âDonât sound so excitedâ She rolled her eyes.
âOf course Iâm not excited Clarke, Iâve seen enough terrible representation of my kind? Donât you hate those of yours?â
âWhy would I?â Clarke laughed âfew are exaggerated versions the fictional character created about us, and most are pretty simple and very accurate representation of how we really look like... humans with fangs and blood dripping down our mouths. And, by the way, I think the latest tv shows have done a pretty good job at representing your kindâ
âWhen was the last time you saw a werewolf?â Lexa narrowed her eyes, she canât remember the last time she saw a werewolf custom or tv show, but they were never flattering, and the few movies she knew about werenât great either.
âIâm standing right in front of one!â
âBefore thatâ Lexa rolled her eyes.
âIrrelevant, trirku, Iâve seen you fully and partially wolfed out as well as human size, youâve got to admit theyâre getting it right -finallyâ
âTrikru is not-â
âYour last name, I know, but you donât have one, so suck it upâ Clarke interrupts, with that sweet, little flirty tone she used to mock her -and to calm the bad guys she dried to feed- âYouâre the one who rejected Woodsâ
âBecause thatâs just stupid-â before Clarke could jump with some retort again, she railed the conversation back âWhy is it necessary? To go to this party?â
âBecause!â Clarke rolled her eyes sighing, it had been an intense few months since they met, what started as just tense avoidance quickly turned into a series of unfortunate events that landed them on a weird abettor-ship. The vampire had to get used to sharing a city with a huge clan of werewolvesâ packs, all the while making sure they werenât sniffing around where they shouldnât, whatever thatâd be other super-natural creaturesâ business or outright hunter houses. She hadnât done the best job at it from afar, hence their fragile alliance.
âYou said you wanted in on the majority of non-humans around here, this is your way of minglingâ
âBut why a Halloween party?â
âBecause itâs fun! Because we hide every day, most have a lot more covering up to do than you and I. Halloween is the perfect opportunity to hide in plain sight, is the one occasion they get to be themselves around those they call friends without any judgmentâ
âDo you have friends?â Was the question in Lexaâs mind, but she kept it there, the line between professionalism and friendship or whatever with Clarke were blurry enough already. Sheâs made enough mistakes the past six months that led her down dangerous paths, she owed it to her clan to stay focused, to mend those mistakes, no matter how much she just wanted to get to know Clarke.
âYou sure itâs a good idea?â
âYes! For one youâll get to do something fun, and two, how else will you know whoâs pissed that you and your clan are here and who doesnât give a shit?â
âIsnât that the point of our agreement?â
âI agreed to help you, not do you bindingâ Clarke deadpanned âLook as far as Iâm aware there hasn't been a pack around for about fifty years, most witches I know donât care about you, but thereâs plenty of vampires around who love to feed into our animosity. This party is your chance to check the field, some ghouls hide perfectly and wonât care that you pissed off hunters, thereâs fairies though Iâm sure would love to help them, thereâs a variety of chimeras that-â
âOkay. I get it. Plenty of creature, perfect night, perfect chanceâ
âExactly. Efficiencyâ Clarke winked at her.
With a sigh Lexa stood up âFine, Iâll be here at sevenâ
âYou better be in a nice custom!â Clarke called after her âYou donât want people to think youâre a boring ass human!â Lexa rolled her eyes yet started to plan her outfit for the following night.
She showed up at seven sharp, in simple black jeans and a white shirt, cut and styled to look worn, her hair braided and held by a bandanna at the top of her head, her make-up was exaggerated, all meat to portray a pirate. She thought she complied to Clarkeâs petition, yet her hopes for a compliment fell when the Vampire opened the door.
âYou didnât come as a were?!â
âNo! I am one!â She huffed.
âThatâs the point!â Clarke chuckles turning around, in her plain fitting black dress, black high heels and⌠a cape. Because of course she was a vampire. âSuch a wasted opportunityâ she rolled her eyes, cheeky grin fangs out and all, clearly pleased with her own âcustomâ. Lexa felt a little silly, knowing she spent all day crafting hers.
âI mean donât get me wrong-â Clarke cut her train of thought, looking her up and down, still grinning, licking her left fang -it was always the left one, same side where that beauty mark sat atop her lip- not that Lexa paid attention or anything. âThis fit is⌠damn, hot as fuck, Trikru, you really leaned into itâ And okay, Lexa wasnât expecting that, so who could blame her if she blushed a little.
âWell, you⌠said to make it niceâ
âIt is nice⌠very niceâ Clarke nodded, looking her up and down again as she kept licking that damn fang, how was Lexa supposed to focus on the mission. And okay, it wasnât really a mission, but she was still supposed to focus on making connections not on⌠well. Clarke.
They left shortly after, and Lexa was informed on the way that this Halloween party was, actually, several parties. A few different parties they would go to through the night.
And so, they spend about an hour -and a half sometimes- at each party, Lexa meets all of Clarkeâs contacts -all witches- and learns to recognize the faces of few vampires who donât seem to like her. She asks how come they donât approach them and seem to back away from Clarke, but she deflects, says sheâs not sure and bets theyâre just smart enough to not mess with Lexa. But she knows it canât be just that, she doesnât push it though, just hopes Clarke will trust her enough one day to tell her, after all their relationship at the moment pretty much consisted of exchanging information.
By midnight Lexa had a pretty clear idea of how most creatures felt about her and her clan, she met a few chimeras that lived with packs and seemed to hope that theyâd protect them from the hunters, while lone ones kept their distance from her. Ghouls and fairies alike seem all over the place, some wanted to meet her, some seem scared of her, others just outright grossed by her presence. It gave her a good feeling of what she would be dealing with for the next few years of their stay.
So, with her mission accomplished, she finally listened to Clarke and agreed to have fun. With the elixirs provided by Clarkeâs witches friends, the pair was able to enjoy the nice numbing of their drinks -not that Clarke wasnât already a little drunk and high from the few humans she fed from.
Lexa learned over the course of the first two months after her arrival that Clarke had a method of feeding that didnât involve drinking them dry, and didnât even leave a mark. The watching had begun with Lexa following her after their first face-to-face encounter, feeling the need to check that Clarkeâs victims were in fact the predators she claimed them to be.
Thatâs how she found her flirting with people at bars and promising a good time, offering them a vape and saying it had weed to cover up the later dizziness, taking them a out to a more private corner and making out with them, Clarke would kiss their necks, nibbling and licking to activate the sedative from her saliva and then biting them to drink from them, they would think she was leaving a hickey when in reality she was only drinking a little of their blood -the equivalent of two exam doses, she would later learn- before licking the wound to heal it close. Sheâd take them back inside and leave after a while.
Lexa had memorized the pattern, Clarke would drink from four different people per night, and she would skip three nights if she drank someone dry. She wasnât sure if Clarke was aware of it, she had an idea that Clarke could scent her every time, but she had stopped following her after the first time they spoke. Falling to the conclusion -and promptly ignoring it- that her obsession with the habit had come from wanting to be a part of the rotation of⌠donors.
-It meant she didnât realize when the pattern changed, after the night she bled at Clarkeâs place, the vampire started to feed every night even if she dried someone, the number of doses per night increased and even some were taken during the day. Clarke didnât tell her, afraid to accept the reason of her newfound insatiable thirst-
And so, she found herself at the last party mildly drunk, doing everything in her power to keep Clarkeâs focus on her, because her inhibition was low and her instincts her directing her more than her conscious, and Clarke kept looking for humans to woo and drink from, not because she need it -or so Lexa thought- just because she wanted to, because she was having fun and she wasnât -technically- hurting anybody. And Lexa didnât really want to stop her, she just⌠wanted her to not kiss other people.
And Clarke kept telling her that she was no fun, that she should let loose and enjoy the night, and Lexa was really trying, but she didnât know how to without completely exposing herself. Because even her wolf wanted Clarke to bite her, her big bad alpha soul wanted to be bitten, and how was Lexa really supposed to deny that.
So, she showed her she could be fun, she drank and danced with Clarke, and she did her best at flirting, and she noticed when Clarke noticed. She noticed when Clarke stopped looking around for humans, she noticed her flirting turning up from her natural, and she noticed how she danced differently with her. She noticed the way she wouldnât stop licking her fangs and biting her lips.
She noticed she was breathing heavily âWhy are you breathing?â Lexa asked.
Clarke giggled, tilting her head to rest their foreheads together âWhat?â she sighed with a drunken laugh.
âYou donât need to breathâ Lexa hushed, giggling a little too as they stumbled more than danced âWhy are you doing it?â
âOh⌠well-â and again with the fang-licking, Lexa was sure that a few more time and she wouldnât be able to hold back the need to capture that tongue âThe feeding, yâknow how I get drunk because theyâre drunk?â she asks, motioning vaguely with her hands and chuckling when Lexa pulls her back to her after she stumbled back.
âIt happens because⌠I kinda⌠absorb a little of their life. Not like⌠take from⌠their time, just-â She tasked, and Lexa couldnât decide if she should fixate of her mouth or her eyes, bluer than sheâd ever seen them âlike the blood makes me⌠alive, for however long it takes my body to⌠fullyâŚâ another giggle, another misstep âabsorb itâ
âOh yeah?â Lexa nodded, unable to contain the smile on her face, she bumped her nose with Clarke âSounds funâ she hushes, because if they stop talking, she might end up kissing her.
And okay, it was what she wanted, but she knew it was a bad idea, and she didnât want to initiate it anyways.
âIt isâ Clarke nods, grinning widely âItâs why my eyes are lighter⌠or bluer⌠I guessâ
âReally?â Lexa leans back, wanting to get a better look, and Clarke unconsciously leans forward, almost chasing her.
âYepâ she sighs this time when their foreheads press together again, there a slumber looks in her eyes now âYou know how theyâre⌠black, before I feed?â Lexa only hums her agreement âThatâs the⌠monsterâ
âHey, no, donât call it that. Thatâs the hungerâ Lexa says, and sheâs had both arms around Clarkeâs waits this whole time, so she lifts one up to cares the side of her neck. âYouâre not -Weâre not monstersâ Clarke eyes her, not buying it.
And Lexa knows, she knows that this is not a worry Clarke carries every day, she knows the vampire is self-aware and has probably lived longer than Lexa is capable of wrapping her head around. She knows these are drunk insecurities that wonât be there in the morning- or in a few hours- but she needs to calm them, because she also knows that is a worry that comes from deep, deep down in her core.
âYou are cable of feeding without killing. And even if you had to kill to do it, you wouldnât be different than an animal. You wouldnât be different than a werewolf. Weâre not that much different than humansâ
Clarkeâs hands have moved from Lexaâs shoulder to her arms, up her neck and into her hair in a sequence since they started dancing. In the breath after Lexa finishes speaking, one hand moves back into her hair and the other stays holding her arm, a subtle tilt of her head itâs all thatâs needed for the lips to connect as she pulls Lexa closer in every way.
Lexaâs breath catches in her throat as her arms instinctively wrap around Clarke and she answers the kiss eagerly. Itâs slow for a second, they adjust to the press of Clarkeâs fangs in a tight press of lips. Then it intensifies, thereâs a brief separation before they both lean in again, stronger, deeper. They pull each other close and sigh into each otherâs mouth, Lexa gasps and Clarke smirks every time her fang nibs Lexaâs tongue or lips, and they absently move out of the makeshift dance floor.
They donât bump into anyone, their super senses kick in and helping them navigate the crowded room without even looking. Clarke sucks on Lexaâs lower lip with a softness that makes Lexa forget thereâs sharp fangs behind those lips. She licks into Clarkeâs mouth anyways, learning each time where to go and how to enjoy it, Clarkeâs tongue guides her too, she absolutely enjoys that part the most.
Lexa is leaned against the hallway wall, the window beside them is open and the breeze is a nice contrast to the warm of their bodies pressed against each other, hands pulling and wandering as they exchange heated kisses.
Lexa gaps and turns her head away from the kiss suddenly, her reflexes kick in when Clarke leans for -a kiss to- her neck and her arm goes up to grab Clarke by the throat. She pauses, confused, still holding Lexa close, and then she hears it too, the faith distinguished howl of a wolf; Clarke can tell is a werewolf, Lexa understands the entire message.
âI need to goâ she says, still looking out, eyes red now, fangs out.
âDo you need help?â Clarke sobers up, she doesnât move though, neither of them do.
âNo. You shouldnât comeâ and finally Lexa pulls away, Clarke takes a step back with her and their arms drop when Lexa moves to go back into the main room âClarke. I mean it. Donât followâ she says, and she tries to ignore the looks on her face, tries not to read too much into the flash of darkening eyes, and leaves without looking back.
#Clextober#Clextober24#clextober 2024#clexa#fanfiction#fanfic#clexa fanfic#clexa fic#writing prompt#fic update
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I was deep in my drunk feelings when I made a joke post threatening to write about episode 5 symbolism and mizu, but then enough people said "where is the essay" so I am here to ramble as requestedÂ
in ep 5, the tale told in the puppet show spliced with the flashback sequence of mizuâs marriage identifies mizu as not only the ronin, but also the bride and, with tragedy, the onryĹ. I would argue that mizu is also depicted (in a less linear fashion) as the phoenix itself, and will circle back to this thought later
mizu is first presented as the ronin, the warrior with a singular purpose. as the roninâs lord is assassinated by the rival clan, mizuâs mother is killed in the house fire. the ronin swears his revenge, and dedicates his life to this cause. through his childhood and into his young adult life when he departs from swordfather, mizu is exclusively the ronin. he is not the onryĹ yet, demonstrated in his honorable unwillingness to harm the men who stab him and throw him out of the shop even after he insists that he wasn't looking for a fight in the first place
the ronin is only able to rest and put away his mission when he meets the bride, the lover. however, mizuâs bride is not literally another person she meets. the bride is not mama, or mikio, but the lover mizu discovers in herself, the one allowed to bloom in place of mizu-as-ronin. mizuâs growth into the bride from the ronin occurs over time, but solidifies in the moment when kai is gifted to her by mikio, paralleling the taming of her own distrust and expectations of being hurt. (side note, giving a nod to effective use of color: the bride puppet, dressed in reds and oranges, has matching coloring to the gifting scene, as it takes place in autumn)
mizuâs transformation into the onryĹ happens in two parts, beginning with the slaying of the bride and completing with the slaying of the ronin. the betrayal by mikio and mama kills the softness in mizu, kills the lover she has allowed herself to become. mizu-as-onryĹ retaliates by killing the ronin: the part of himself that hesitates before striking, that part that cares for honor. in not intervening in mamaâs death and then murdering mikio in turn, mizu kills the ronin in himself, slaughtering it in retribution for the dead bride
mizu is both the bride and the ronin, peaceful lover and noble warrior, until he is notâhe is the onryĹ, only the onryĹ. episode 5 opens with the narrator saying, âno one man can defeat an army, but one creature can.â only as the onryĹ, and not as the ronin or the bride, does mizu have the force of will and capacity for violence it takes to singlehandedly overcome boss hamataâs thousand claw army and protect the brothel
mizuâs identity and place in the world is a constant dialogue. he is too white to have a respectable place in japanese society, but is also seen by abijah (our stand-in for white british society) as filthy and corrupted. he is not perceived as enough of a man to walk through life wholly as one (madame kajiâs comments about his apparent lack of sexual desires, his bones breaking âlike a womanâsâ under fowlerâs hands, his disregard for honor and recognition as a samurai). she is also not enough of a woman to exist peacefully as one with mikio (she is a swordsman, an accomplished rider, bad at domesticity; âwhat woman doesnât want a husband?â mama chastises)
the moment when mikio rejects her completely following their spar is a particularly poignant narrative beat about tolerance of âthe otherâ in gender presentation: mikio can accept her as a woman only until she bests him at manhood, at the sword, at violence. she is Other in that she is physically strong, a poor cook, able to wield a sword. these traits are all tolerable to mikio, also an outcast, so long as she is not so Other as to be a man. but her swordsmanship bests his, and bests his in the way the sun outshines a candle. it is too Other, and therefore she is not a woman. she is a monster to him, the onryĹ, even before she kills the bride and the ronin in herself
(( as an aside, this series does a very good job at discussing the oft-challenging relationship between race and gender (e.g. that it is difficult for mizu to live as a biracial man, but would be deadly for her to live as a biracial woman), and demonstrating how queerness of identity complicates that relationship even furtherâbut thatâs a topic for a different post ))
as the narrative has been building on this idea that mizu is both the ronin and the bride, the man and the woman, japanese and white, episode 5 concludes with the heartbreaking reveal that, although mizu is all of these things simultaneously, he has had these identities beaten out of him by tragedy and cruelty and his own self-loathing hand
but mizu does not stagnate as the monster. we return to the metaphor of steel: too pure and it becomes brittle, breaking under pressure. mizu is a sword, a weapon that he has forged for the sole purpose of revenge and blood, but he has excised too much of himself to successfully deliver on his goalsâhe is not the ronin or the bride, he is the onryĹ; she is not a woman or a man, she is the onryĹ; the onryĹ is nothing but pain and vengeanceâand so it breaks
âperhaps a demon cannot make steel,â mizu says. âI am a bad artistâÂ
swordfather replies, âan artist gives all they have to the art, the whole. your strengths and deficiencies, your loves and shames. perhaps the people you collected⌠if you do not invite the whole, the demon takes two chairs, and your art will sufferâ
to be reforged, mizu must not only acknowledge the impurities she has beaten out of her blade, out of herself, but lovingly, radically accept them and reincorporate them into the blade, into herself. he adds impure steelâthe people he has collected, with their own dualitiesâto the sheared meteorite sword: the broken blade that fit so perfectly in taigenâs hand (the archetypal ronin, but a man seeking happiness over glory), the knife akemi tried to murder mizu with (the archetypal bride, but with ambition for greatness), the bell given to ringo and returned to mizu in broken trust (the man unable to hold a sword, but upholding samurai principles of honor and wisdom), the tongs that honed mizuâs smithcraft under swordfatherâs guidance (the artisan, a blind man who sees more than most). to make of herself a blade strong enough to see her promises through, she must hold her monstrosity and honor and compassion and artistry in equal import
she is the onryĹ, and the ronin, and the bride, and all the people she has collected.
with this we finally come to mizu as the phoenix. mizu undergoes many cycles of death and rebirth, both in the main storyline and the flashbacks into her life leading up to the present. often, mizu is juxtaposed against literal flamesâthe burning of his childhood home, swordfatherâs forge, the fire as he battles the giant in the infiltrated castle, the heart sutra forge of her own making, the climactic second confrontation with fowler. not every death/rebirth mizu undergoes is thematic to flame, of course. the fight with the four fangs, spliced with the rebirth ceremony of the town, for example, or the deaths of her ronin-self and bride-self, giving rise to the onryĹ
he is the phoenix, unable to truly die: every fatal combat he pulls back from the brink, reborn over and over in the wake of failure and setback. in episode 1, mizu prays for the gods to âlet [him] die.â not to help him to face death unafraid, not to die with honor or victory, but to die at all. mizu has experienced death a thousand times over, but not once has it stuck
(( as a parting aside: the roninâs rage at the phoenix clan for killing his lord parallels mizuâs self hatred of his mixed heritage (which he believes to be the thing that killed his mother), and so the roninâs quest for revenge against the phoenix clan is mirrored in mizuâs quest to kill the white part of himself as best he can, by killing the white men who could be his father ))
mizu, the ronin. mizu, the bride. mizu, the onryĹ. mizu, the phoenix.
#blue eye samurai#mizu blue eye samurai#hopefully this is mostly coherent#I have more things to say but this was getting lengthy#there's also a lot of gender and racial nuance I've glossed over here for an attempt at brevity and structure#god also the COLOR. do you know how much I have to say about the use of color and shadow as a reflection of the narrative#maybe I'll write another damn essay who knows#this show really scratches the part of my brain that was academically trained in film analysis#blue speaks
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A.N.: Content Warning, Blood, Violence, Religious Imagery.
"By the Christians, it is written
That in the black Myrthian age
There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood
Drink it up, fifty years 'bout enough, time to come back
They want to call the bluff
Ok then, time to come back (what up)"
Sam Waymon & Clipping â "Blood of the Fang"
Celeste stood in the doorway of her bathroom, stupefied.
Terry's red-rimmed eyes held her planted there until her brain-fog lifted by digesting the words he spoke.
He wanted to keep their baby.
She groaned internally as her acceptance of the lexicon shiftâfetus to babyâsnagged a hold in her heart and mind. Had he been a human and said those words, she would've shouted with joy and hugged him. Instead, she glimpsed the fangs in his parted lips, noticed how the lateral incisors of his bottom teeth were sharp, too.
Beastly.
That's how he appeared standing there, blocking her path out of the bathroom. Is that what their child would look like? A ferocious creature preying on people?
Terry's eyes darted from her face, and he took a deep breath. When he spoke to her again, his fangs retracted. The illusion had forever been broken. She could never see him as a human again.
"PleaseâŚkeep my child. I'm sorry for putting hands on youâŚthat wasn't right. It was uncalled forâŚI reacted blindly to Abai being here."
"They said they'd be waiting for you if you showed up again. They had a message for you, too. You can't hide from them forever."
"Pack some things. You're coming with me," he said.
"I'm not going anywhere with you."
Terry gripped her arms tight.
"Do you want to be here at nightfall when a deadly vampire clan shows up looking for me? Huh? They probably have one of their human familiars watching this house right now, ready to contact them because they've seen my face."
"They said they would protect me and the babyâ"
"They don't give a damn about you!"
His voice reverberated in a tone not human. Celeste's eyes watered with fear. Terry stroked her arms gently and pressed his forehead against hers.
"You are carrying something they have been dreaming about for centuries. Our baby is their bargaining chip for something your human mind can't even conceive. If this child can go full term and be bornâŚthey will have no further use for you."
"If this child goes full term? You don't think she can?"
"No human woman has ever carried a damphir. There's no telling if your body will reject the foreign vampire genes along the way. I am a Daywalker, a vampire of the rarest kind. That means our child will be one, too. They will use her and kill you."
His eyes told no lies.
"Why do you want me to keep her? You make it sound like her life is beyond danger. Why would you want to bring a child into the world to face harm? Hmm? Why risk my life?"
Terry's eyes watered.
"She's my only chance to have a family that I can keep with me if she makes it through. She'll live a long, long time CelesteâŚand I won't be alone anymore. I love you, and if I can keep a part of you around to cherish like the other family members I've lostâŚthen she's worth fighting for."
"What about me, Terry? Will you throw me away once you have what you want?"
"I want you both," he pleaded.
Celeste's eyes welled up. The pain and yearning in his voice weakened her. He cradled her face.
"I have to hide you in a safe place."
"Where will we go?"
"I need to get you to MĂŠmĂŠ's place."
"We should take all of her things with us then."
"Go pack a few days' worth of clothes. I'll put her stuff in my truck bed. It has a retractable cover over it. Hurry!"
"Her boxes are in my sewing room, and some of her papers are on my desk in there."
Terry went to retrieve his great-great-granddaughter's belongings, and she ran into her bedroom and threw clothes and underwear into a small travel suitcase. She dumped toiletries from the bathroom into a plastic baggie and froze when the doorbell rang. It was only five thirty in the evening. The sun didn't set completely until seven thirty.
"Answer it," Terry said.
He stayed near her bookshelf.
Celeste held her breath. She made out the figure behind the colored glass and sighed.
"Micah," she said.
She opened the door, and her relief poured out in a nervous laugh. Micah stared at her with concern.
"I came to check on you. Took the night off instead of wondering if you were okay."
Terry came from behind her and Micah's face grew tense.
"The cloudsâŚ" Terry said.
He opened the security door and stepped past Micah. Celeste looked up at the sky the way Terry did.
Dark, steel blue rain clouds blotted out the sunlight, turning the sky a menacing shade of impending doom.
"Ohmigod," Celeste said.
Micah tilted his head to look at them.
Streaks of lightning appeared like white spider veins flashing across the sky. A flock of unknown black birds flew in the sky within a giant circle.
"It's too late. The sun is hidden. I can't get you far enough away without them tracking us," Terry said.
He ran back into the house and grabbed Miss Irma's boxes. Celeste grabbed her suitcase.
"What's going on? Where are you going?" Micah asked, grabbing her hand.
"I can't explain. I'll call you if I can," she said.
Micah squeezed her hand.
"DuchessâŚtell me. The truth."
Terry carried two boxes at a time and collected Miss Irma's life on two trips.
"Celeste, we have to leaveâŚnow!" Terry said.
Rain threatened to fall. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a slow moving low fog filling up the street. Celeste shook uncontrollably, remembering what happened the last time she got caught in a fast-moving fog. She locked her front door. Micah stayed on her.
"Duchess!" Micah said, his eyes full of fear.
"I have to hide from some people. We thought we had time, but the sun is gone," she said.
She jumped into Terry's truck. Micah tried to open the passenger door and drag her out. Terry rushed forward and shoved him against the truck bed, his fangs bared and ready to tear the life out of her cousin.
"Terry, don't! He's our baby's family," she shouted.
Micah held his hands up to protect his face.
"I knew you weren't shit!" Micah spat out.
He wrenched his eyes away from Terry and looked at her.
"Go to St. Augustine's. Father Mbenga can hide you," Micah said. "It's church, though. I don't know if he can go in."
Terry released Micah's shirt and looked at her.
"I can ask him to invite you in again. Will that work?" Celeste asked.
"He invited me in before. It should still be safe for me to enter," Terry said.
"I'll follow you guys over there," Micah said.
He carefully backed away from Terry and fumbled with his keys to press his key fob. Terry climbed into his truck quickly and took them several blocks through the Quarter to hide in the fog. He drove with one eye on the road, and the other watching the surroundings. Celeste kept expecting the white van with ghouls to sideswipe them, preventing their escape.
"Where are the people?" Celeste asked.
The empty streets blanketed with fog were an anomaly. There should've been plenty of people still walking around and filling the Quarter with life. They headed north and parked in front of St. Augustine's. The church stood like a gothic rendering of salvation.
Terry jumped out of the truck first and ran to Celeste's passenger side, helping her get out. He held her hand tight and kept her near his side. Micah pulled up behind them and ran to the locked church doors. He banged on them and pulled out his smartphone.
"I'm calling the church office number," Micah said.
"Can we break in?" Celeste asked.
The fog swirled higher, covering them in a thick layer. Visibility diminished and with it, the dampening of sound all around them. Their voices sounded like they were in a closed vacuum. The acute silence and shroud of whiteness around them gave Celeste the sense that they had entered another dimension where only the three of them existed. Micah's voice became loud on his phone.
"Father Mbenga? It's Micah ProfittâŚI'm outside the church with my cousin Celeste and herâŚboyfriend. We need your help right now! Please let us into the sanctuary!"
The longest seven minutes held Celeste in a vise grip as they waited for the priest to open the church doors.
"What is happening?" Father Mbenga said, swinging one of the double doors open.
Micah grabbed Celeste's hand and pulled her inside first. They turned to look at Terry.
The father of her child looked so helpless standing there with uncertainty in his eyes. Celeste wanted him with her.
"Invite him in, Father Mbenga," Celeste said with a calm and firm tone.
She didn't want to take any chances.
"Come inside, son," Father Mbenga said.
Terry took a step forward.
Celeste locked eyes with him. She clutched the priest's arm.
"I need you to say 'I invite you inside'," Celeste insisted.
Father Mbenga looked confused, but he glanced at Terry and spoke the words.
"I invite you inside the house of the Lord. Will that do?"
Terry walked across the threshold.
Nothing happened. Celeste hugged him.
"What's going on here?" Father Mbenga asked.
Micah ushered the priest past the vestibule and into the main sanctuary. Father Mbenga flicked on more lights and they moved to the front pews. Celeste sat next to Terry and Micah perched across from them in another pew. The priest stood in front of the tabernacle.
"What do you need help with?" Father Mbenga asked.
"Duchess got herself mixed up with a vampire. She's pregnant by him," Micah said matter-of-factly.
Celeste put a hand over her face.
Father Mbenga, thankfully, didn't laugh them out of the church. He stared at Terry thoughtfully and took off his glasses. Pulling a handkerchief from the pocket of his slacks, the priest wiped the lenses carefully and then placed the round glasses back on his kind face.
"Show me," Father Mbenga said.
Terry stared at the priest, doubt clouding his expression.
"Show you?" Terry said.
"Yes."
Terry glanced at Celeste, unsure. Micah jumped up and slammed his right hand into his left.
"Will you show Father Mbenga what you are?!" Micah shouted.
Celeste gripped the edge of her seat, feeling uneasy. Terry stood and faced the priest. His body blocked her view of the shorter man.
"Mother MaryâŚFather of God!" the priest shrieked.
Celeste lowered her head. She knew exactly what Father Mbenga experienced. The confirmation of something otherworldly brought on feelings of terror. It knocked all previously held beliefs out of whack. Father Mbenga backed away from Terry and ran to the tabernacle. He gathered himself together and slowly turned to face Terry again. He held out a six-inch gold cross.
"You are an abominationâŚa scourge upon the earthâŚ." Father Mbenga said.
Terry confronted the frightened priest and took the cross from his hand, placing it back on the tabernacle.
"That doesn't do what you think," Terry said.
"But this does!" Micah shouted.
Micah rushed behind Terry and choked him with a long, silver-linked chain. The skin on Terry's neck sizzled and blistered. Celeste screamed. The odor of burning vampire flesh sickened her.
Terry fell to his knees. He grabbed the chain, but it burned his fingers and he cried out in horrible pain.
"Micah! Stop it!" she screamed.
She ran to her cousin to pull the thick, five-foot long chain off of Terry, but Father Mbenga grabbed her arms and yanked her away.
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
Father Mbenga shouted at Terry.
"In the Holy Name of Jesus, I invoke the keys of St. Peter and the Church's authorityâŚI bind each and every demon in and around Celeste Profitt and around usâŚin Jesus' name I bind them all, and I bind any demons supporting them, their evil leaders, and any minions of SatanâŚ"
Father Mbenga's voice rose to a crescendo and blood drenched the silver chain slicing Terry's throat. Micah gained the upper hand and looked victorious wearing Terry down.
"PleaseâŚstop thisâŚwe came here for help to save me and my baby!"
"You won't have that vampire's baby, Duchess! It will destroy you and give these demons more evil to use!" Micah yelled.
Celeste stared at her cousin as if she'd never seen him before.
She truly hadn't.
Paralyzed with shock, Celeste could only watch helplessly as her beloved cousin tried to murder her lover.
"MicahâŚpleaseâŚhe's not what you thinkâ"
"I tried to warn you, Duchess. Back in the Quarter, I told you to leave him alone."
Her eyes watered, and Micah's face blurred.
"My job is to spot these bloodsuckersâŚbut you ran into his arms like a fool. Now look at 'cha," Micah panted, "Pregnant with a demon's seed."
"She's innocent," Celeste pleaded.
"She?" Micah said.
Terry slumped forward onto his stomach, weakened and damaged by the silver chain. He still breathed, but Celeste heard the gurgling of blood in his throat. Micah draped the chains around Terry's arms, binding them together behind his back.
"It's a girl," she said.
"Blasphemous," Father Mbenga spat at her.
He released her once Terry was no longer a threat. The priest had a wild look behind his glasses. Celeste knelt down near Terry.
"Get away from that unclean thing!" Father Mbenga barked.
Micah pulled her from Terry and glared at her.
"Trust me, Duchess, we know what we're doing," Micah urged.
The double doors of the church blasted open. Celeste and Micah whipped their heads toward the entrance.
The Deacon, Abai, stood at the entrance with his long black coat flared out behind him. His clan flanked him, gnashing their teeth and frustrated by the barrier. Abai's gaze stayed on Father Mbenga.
"Stupid little priest," Abai barked out. "Nothing you do will stop us from taking what we want."
Father Mbenga pointed at Abai.
"You are not welcome here! Evil cannot enter God's house without my permission."
"CelesteâŚdear sweet, Celeste. Invite us in and we will save our brother."
"I alone have the power to invite others into the House of God," Father Mbenga yelled with conviction.
"She is a member of this church, therefore, she too can invite us in, Father," Abai said.
Father Mbenga and Micah stared at Celeste. She could nearly smell the fear on them. Jerking away from Micah, she knelt down and tugged on the silver chain. Terry groaned. She lowered her face to his.
"Celeste, get away from here if you canâŚsave yourselfâŚsave our babyâŚ" he whispered in agony.
Two firm hands wrapped around Celeste's throat. Father Mbenga threw her against the tabernacle and she spun around to claw his face with her nails. He choked her again, squeezing the life from her and the baby.
"The fuck are you doing? Leave her alone!" Micah shouted.
Micah grabbed Father Mbenga's arm and yanked him away. The priest reached for his gold cross again and pulled it apart, revealing a sharp blade beneath. He stabbed Micah in the side.
"You lil bitch!" Micah said.
He staggered back and fell to his knees with blood gushing out of his abdomen. Slamming his hands over the wound, Micah glared at Father Mbenga.
"We're supposed to wait for the others to come and handle thisâŚnot attack my cousin. Are you fucking crazy?!" Micah shrieked in a weakened voice.
Celeste gasped for air and fought not to pass out. She crawled on her hands and knees toward the open entrance doors. If she couldn't trust humans not to kill her, she had to run from them it seemed.
Father Mbenga jumped on her back and circled his thick fingers around her neck once more.
"You're a filthy whore lying down with them!"
Father Mbenga banged her face against the floor as he strangled her. Celeste reached out her right hand. She could barely make out the shape of Abai standing at the entrance.
"Celeste! Say the words! Let us save you and the baby!" Abai shouted.
Abai's voice sounded stressed and, more importantlyâŚafraid for her. Could Terry be wrong about him?
"IâŚIâŚI invite you all inâŚ." Celeste gasped out.
The world spun into a graying darkness as she watched swift obsidian shadows whip past her. A blood-curdling scream rang out and broke off abruptly. She could breathe freely again. The soreness in her throat pounded with the rush of blood in her veins.
Micah whimpered and wept quietly behind her. She rolled over and sat up. Rubbing her neck, she waited for her eyesight to clear.
"Don't kill my cousin," she said.
Her voice came out low and almost unintelligible.
Twelve strikingly beautiful Black vampires stood around Micah and Terry. Evenly six males to six females, they all stared at the floor. Father Mbenga's lifeless body was a crumpled heap in the center of them. She knew it was lifeless because the priest's head sat ten-feet away upon the tabernacle with a look of shock on its bespeckled face, the dead mouth wide open and frozen with the final breath of life that came out a scream. Blood dripped down the side of the tabernacle in long vermillion streaks, with the bladed gold cross impaled down the center of his forehead.
Micah kept his hand jammed against his stab wound, his expression woozy from the blood loss.
Abai glanced over at her.
"Come here CelesteâŚfree our brother from his chains," Abai demanded.
Micah shook his head at her.
"DuchessâŚdon't help them. They want us dead! We're food to themâŚstay back!" Micah begged.
The vampire named Mia crouched down and dug her claws into his side, ripping Micah's wound further. His cries of pain echoed throughout the church. Mia licked his blood from her claws and stomped over to Celeste.
"The Deacon gave you a commandâŚdo it!" Mia said.
She slapped Celeste across the face, leaving another scar that would need time to heal like the last time they met. Celeste lashed out and punched Mia in her legs. Mia lifted her by the throat and held her high.
"MiaâŚputâŚherâŚdown," Abai said.
Mia dropped Celeste to her wobbly feet and punched her in the gut, knocking a loud breath out of her. Dominique flew at Mia and shoved her face back.
"Don't you harm it. Keep your jealousy in check," Dominique hissed.
Abai reached out toward Celeste.
"Free him for us," Abai said, his tone stern.
"Promise not to hurt my cousin," Celeste said.
She rubbed her belly and the pain there almost caused her to pass out. All the other vampires except for Abai and Dominique snarled at her, their monstrous fangs gleaming from the lights inside the church.
"No harm will come to him," Abai said.
"Don't believe them, Duchess. Don't worry about me. I'm good with GodâŚI can die in peace and receive my salvation. You won't if you listen to them," Micah said.
The unexpected loud thud on the roof forced their eyes toward the ceiling. Other loud poundings struck the roof in different places.
A large winged creature crashed through the roof and landed on top of the tabernacle. Celeste's blood ran cold and fear gripped her even more than being surrounded by a vampire clan. At least they looked somewhat human.
The thing on the tabernacle was the stuff of childhood nightmares.
A gargoyle.
Skin the color of mottled stone with horns protruding from its forehead, the monstrosity had sharp fangs just as deadly looking as the vampires. To Celeste's catholic eyes, it looked like a grotesque mockery of an angel turned inside out. No genitalia was present.
"Gadreel," Abai said, with a touch of disdain. "Still simping for God, I see. Tell me forgotten brotherâŚdo you really think the most highâŚthe most hypocritical Lord⌠will let you Old Ones return to heaven once you've done your penance for ten thousand years more?"
Abai glanced at the ceiling, listening to the movement above them. He talked tough, but Celeste sensed apprehension.
"You, Arakiel, Baraqiel, Kokabeel, Danuiel, and the othersâŚdon't you get weary of being used to go against us, your equally fallen siblings?" Abai sneered.
"WISHETACHIHU ÄYITAGEĹ IMI!" Gadreel shouted.
Celeste and Micah both screamed and slammed their hands over their ears, the pain from the sound of the gargoyle speaking making their eardrums bleed.
"Gadreel, there are humans here. You can't speak the language of heaven without harming their weak ears. Aren't you breaking the rules of your penance? You vowed to protect them, remember?"
Gadreel focused his attention on Celeste. His deep-set eyes looked like pewter stones.
"Leave us, human woman. There is no need for us to deal with you until that sin in your womb has been born," Gadreel said.
He spoke to her in English, his voice sounding like the creaking of giant ancient doors that should remain closed. Celeste rose to her feet and used the pews to help keep her balance with all the anxious trembling she experienced in her limbs. Her stomach churned with so much fear she thought she might puke, but she had to be strong for her baby.
She started weeping.
Keeping the baby became a top priority. Father Mbenga turning on her, calling her a whore and even her own cousin calling the little one inside her a demon seed, shored up her resolve to keep it. Her upbringing in the church taught her that God had a purpose for everything in her life. Celeste chose to have faith of a mustard seed at that moment.
Stumbling over to Terry, she dropped weakly on her knees and pulled apart the knot in the chains, freeing him from bondage. She tossed the chain on the pew and tried to lift him up. Mia pushed her away and turned Terry over.
"TerryâŚTerryâŚ" Mia murmured with soothing affection.
His eyelids fluttered and opened slowly. He looked up at Mia, who stroked his hair and touched his throat that clotted with blood. The woman had love in her eyes. She kissed him on the lips. Celeste's stomach tightened.
"Duchess?" Terry said.
He pushed Mia back, his eyes darting around, looking for her. Mia snarled, her fangs wet with saliva.
"I'll fucking kill you!" Mia shrieked.
The vampire lunged at Celeste, and all hell broke loose in the sanctuary.
Faster than the human eye could follow, more gargoyles crashed through the roof all over the church. Abai and the other vampires battled the gargoyles, but Celeste could not follow their unnatural speed fully. She caught glimpses of shadows or felt dark streaks moving, like the buzzing of mosquitoes flapping past her ears when she couldn't swat them fast enough. She sensed the whooshing of air above her and witnessed pews and the tabernacle crashing to pieces, destroyed with all the tussling and tearing of flesh. Blood rained around her from the vampires and gargoyles that were injured. Crimson blood dripped everywhere along with a dark orange fluid that had to be from the gargoyle's wounds.
Under great duress, Micah crawled to her, and she helped him get on his feet. They limped together toward the double doors. She paused in her steps to rest because Micah was so heavy. Glancing back, she caught a flash sighting of Terry sprinting toward her. Gadreel flew at him with an outstretched wingspan ten-feet across and lifted Terry off the ground. Terry used his claws and razor-sharp teeth to rip chunks out of the gargoyle's shoulder. Other gargoyles flew above them, fighting vampires who kept attacking even while they were being shaken like rags back and forth high above her. The horror flying about the church looked like a hideous medieval painting of Dante's inferno come to life.
Mia leaped high into the air and landed on Gadreel's back to help Terry knock him into a wall.
"Get out of here, Celeste!" Terry screamed.
Another gargoyle grabbed Mia mid-air, ripping her face to shreds. Gadreel burst through the rafters carrying Terry, making another gaping hole in the roof.
Celeste couldn't help him.
She could only help herself and her cousin.
Turning back to the entrance doors, Celeste's blood pressure dropped, and she passed out on the floor.
Micah toppled right over her.
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Concubine
Warnings: corruption, innocent female reader, cunnilingus, oral female receiving, virgin reader, Sukuna x reader.
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You release a heavy breath, releasing your anxieties. You smooth your hands over the transparent white gown, and adjusted your kosode over it. This is what your family wanted, to offer something to Sukuna for his good will. What were they offering?
Well it was simple, you. Sukuna had quite the taste for women, the pickiest playboy to ever be seen. Considered a God amoung men, a God among sorcerers. You pray you don't get rejected as soon as you open the door.
You walk slowly, adjusting the short sleeves of the silken fabric. You try to fill your face with confidence and prepare to lilt your voice. You were going to become his concubine, with his permission of course.
The shrine is dark as you enter, the room decked in treasures. You pass servants as you walk up to the doors of the throne room. A cheerful looking shrine maiden greets you. "Hello, what is your business with the lord?" She asks.
"I am a offering." You state simply, slowly raking your hands over your outfit to prove your point.
"Ah, another concubine?" She asks softly. She tilts her head at you in worry. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." You lie. You're entirely unsure. Who would ever be sure when being offered to a temperamental being?
"Then enter." She states simply, slowly opening the huge door in front of you. The doors were at least 8 feet tall. You gulp and walk, trying not to think of how huge this man is. If he can even be classified as a man.
As you soon as you enter you keep your head down, walking to the base of the throne and kneeling. The jewels in your hair clanking as you do.
"And you are?" You hear above you. The voice dark and eerie, ringing off the huge walls.
You state your name and clan quietly, trying to speak as attractively as possible. "I am a sign of goodwill. If you will have me, lord Sukuna." You speak softly.
You hear a laugh, one that tempts your head up but you don't. It didn't matter what he looked like. The only thing that mattered was protecting your family. If warming the bed of a God is what you must do, it's what you will do. "You're quite the loyal thing aren't you?" He quips. A smile in his tone.
"Yes sir." You reply. Your knees hurting from the constant contact to the ground.
"Raise your head. Slowly." He commands. "I wanna see how pretty you are."
You slowly lift your head as told. Inching your head off the ground at a turtles pace. Finally he's in view. He had four arms, interesting markings, and he was huge. You underestimated how big he would be. He narrows his four eyes, examining your face. "Ah you're a cute thing." One of his four arms reaches out, beckoning you.
You slowly rise off your knees, thankfully, and walk to him. Stopping when his arm signals. He signals you to spin around, and you do. This is emrbassing, you felt like an item in a display case. His gaze didn't stop that feeling either. "At the very least they are offering a pretty creature. Tell me, are you expirenced?" He asks with a stern face.
"I am a virgin sir. I have yet to bloom past being kissed." You respond earnestly. Emrbassed at your lack of knowledge as a concubine.
He lifts an eyebrow amused. "They're giving me a virgin, as a concubine?" He laughs out. An evil smirk spread across his lips. His aura overpowering. "It seems they do not respect me." He says earnestly. You're quick to look surprised and rebuttal.
"No, lord Sukuna. I simply refused any and all contact...with any man I've met." You say softly, looking at him with pleading eyes.
"They offer me a virgin, an inexperienced thing. They're basically asking me to teach you." He hums and reaches a long arm out, pulling you close. His arm gently sits you in his lap, causing you to blush. "That's fine, I'm merely teasing you girl. I like the idea of corruption." He speak with a michevious grin. His face revealing the several disgusting thoughts in his head.
"Curruption?" You ask confused. You understand but you also don't. Completely sheltered your entire life.
"Yes girl, corruption." He laughs, stroking your hip. He leans in and whispers into your eat. "I'm going to turn you into a full fledged flower, girl." He teases, one of his several hands undoing your robe.
Your tender flesh revealed to his four evil eyes. The see through fabric underneath nothing more than a temptation worn for him. "A virgin concubine in lingire." He says amused. Running a hand between your breasts, not exactly touching them but hinting at it. "You become more and more fun." He licks his lips.
"I only put the outfit on in hopes it would be convincing." You say nervously, your pretty face knitting in emrbassement.
"It is. Tell me girl, do you truly know who I am?" He asks sternly, his face turning from soft amusement into a cold gaze.
"You're lord Sukuna. God amoung men and sorcerers. That is all I know, sorry sir." You say softly, biting your bottom lip.
He laughs, face humorous again. "Is that how I was described to you? Geez you're an innocent little thing. I must change that." His quick hands rip the fabric from your body, leaving your outfit tattered, and your bare skin revealed.
You squeak embrassed, tempted to cover yourself up. Blushing so hard it reaches your thighs. "Sukuna!" You shout surprised. You were about to apologize but he laughs.
"That's right, contuine to shout my name girl." He quips, standing while continuing to hold you. Two of him arms letting you sit against him as his broad frame walks the shrine. Your naked body pressed against his still clothed one. The silk of his robe kissing your skin. "Albeit I rather it be a shout of pleasure." He says smiling, his words honeyed.
You're set on a bed, soft sheets greeting your flesh. You look up at him through your lashes, his tall stature making you feel tiny. "Are we going too..." You ask biting your bottom lip.
"What else does it look like?" He asks cockily. "I'm not exactly a patient man, and you served yourself up on a silver platter. One who denies a meal obviously has never gone hungry before." He licks his lips slowly, leaning against you. He kisses the side of your neck, working up to your lips. Kissing you deeply, it feels heavenly despite the demonic man. His lips moving in sync and teaching your inexperienced ones. You moan into it, surprisingly leaning towards him as he pulls away. You slowly open eyes back up, looking at him.
"I love being looked at like that." He grins, rubbing your thigh before going between them. Quickly cracking your legs open to see.
"Sukuna that's so...emrbassing." You say simply, wetness pooling between your legs. He watches you grow wet with a grin.
"If this is emrbassing, tell me why are you so wet?" He rubs two fingers between your folds, teasing your clit softly. "That is unless you have a thing for humiliation. Do you girl?"
"No it's just, we kissed so." You tilt your head away emrbassed. It surprises you when he bawks out a laugh.
"A kiss is all it takes?" He licks his lips slowly, part of his tongue gently touching against you in the process. "Then should I kiss your lips again?" He asks.
You nod slowly, expecting him to rise up and kiss you but he doesn't. He dives into your cunt, lapping between your folds. You moan loudly, reaching a hand down into his hair. "That's not my lips!" You shout between groans of pleasure.
He chuckles into your wetness, forking his tongue at your clit before pulling away. "Nonsense. Your lips were just begging to be kissed." He grins. "Though not the ones on your face." He goes back in. Lapping up your juices and groaning into you like a starved man. Your legs twitch, trying to snap closed around his head, but his strong arms keep you open.
He slips his tongue inside you, two fingers teasing your pleasurable pearl. Moving at the same pace at your clit, as his tongue does inside. "Sukuna-kuna that's so-" You try to talk, but your mind is blank. Nothing more than the feeling of pleasure greeting your mind. "Feels good." You finally come to a conclusion, simply praising him for the pleasure you feel.
Eventually you feel an unfamiliar knot in your stomach. Your moans becoming higher pitched, and your hips bucking subconsciously. "Wait something feels weird- like fire." You whimper out. Both of your hands pulling at his hair, trying to push him away. His tongue only starts to move faster, drinking down anything coming out of you. "I can't- I don't know what this feeling is!" You whine loudly
Finally he pulls his tongue out of your hole and sucks hard on your clit. Making you come undone. " 'Kuna that's aaa so good!" You whine. Back falling down onto the bed as he sucks at the cream of your orgasm. "Soo good."
He laughs and pulls away with a grin. "That's it my little concubine. How did it feel, cumming for the first time?" He asks, his face proud.
"Like a white noise washed over me. It burned but...in a good way." You say between pants. Still utterly confused at the feeling but reveling in it.
He strokes the side of your face gingerly, you nuzzle your face into his hand. Desperate for the contact. "Tell me girl, do you want more?" He smiles lazily at you. Now that you can clearly see his face again you blush. His sharp chin soaked in your juices.
"Yes, please." You say softly. He grins broadly.
"Good girl."
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Blood and bones:
There's only one type of graffiti the gang does, namely the type that covers up something offensive or derogatory.
I.E: Someone grafitied the creature rejection clan logo in a predominantly mutant neighbourhood. They canât clean it then and there but they can cover it something nicer and come back to clean it later.
I could totally see that
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Here is some information about the Hazbin Villianz AU!
âď¸DISCLAIMER: THIS WILL HAVE SPOILERS FOR BOTH HAZBIN HOTEL AND THE BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA SERIES!âď¸
The Logo
Story
The Hazbin Villianz AU is an AU that takes place after the events of Boku No Hero Academia within the afterlife. This will be focusing more on the big, bad villains who have died during the events of Boku No Hero Academia (however, there are a few exceptions for non canon deaths) and seeing how they would do within a more extreme setting such as the Hellaverse.
Author's Note
For those who are unaware, the concept of the Hellaverse was created by Vivziepop, the creator of Hazbin Hotel. This is not a crossover between characters from both fandoms but is instead a crossover between two very unique concepts and seeing how they mesh together. I'm literally throwing spaghetti at the wall and seeing what sticks with this AU.
Main Characters
Shigaraki Tomura/Tenko Shimura
Toga Himiko
Dabi/Touya Todoroki
Magne/Kenji Hikiishi
Twice/Jin Bubaigawara
Spinner/Iguchi Shuichi
Mr. Compress/Atsuhiro Sako
Kurogiri/Oboro Shirakumo
Side Characters
Muscular/Goto Imasuji
Moonfish
All For One
Overhaul/Kai Chisaki
Endeavor/Enji Todoroki
The Shimura Family
The Todoroki Family
Background Characters/Minor Characters
The Creature Rejection Clan
Other Deceased Villains and Heroes
Random Civillians of Hell and Heaven
Episode Ideas
I'm not 100% certain with these episode ideas, so don't be surprised if I change some things. BTW, the episodes are not in order, and the titles are not the actual episode titles, just keywords!
20-25 Minute Episodes
Episode 1 : An Unexpected Reunion (Part 1)
Introduction to first group of main characters. This will reveal each of their goals, problems, family, and some new friends that they have made within Hell. It is unknown whether this is mere fate or just a big coincidence that they were able to reunite.
Episode 2 : An Unexpected Reunion (Part 2)
The second half of the main characters will be introduced and will reveal a bit more about Hell's society as the group tries to get comfortable in their new home for all of eternity.
Episode 3 : New Life, New Powers
The group comes to realize that their quirks are nonexistent within Hell. Instead, they develop new abilities depending on how long they've been in hell. There is not a set in stone moment where demons develop their new supernatural abilities, so they'll have to figure out how to activate them when they wish to use them.
Episode ??? : Family Matters
Another unexpected reunion between Touya and his father, Enji Todoroki, who ended up in hell due to the issues he created within their family. Will begin to introduce the societal standards between Heaven and Hell.
Episode ??? : Research Squad
While researching in the library for information about demon abilities, they can't seem to get any clues as to when or how to develop their abilities further. As the group splits up to find more information, Shigaraki finds a mysterious man who may know something about what they are looking for.
Episode ??? : Extermination
One day, the group is curious as to why demons are more frantic and even going as far as barricading themselves within their homes and buildings. After a bit of investigating, they come to realize that the yearly extermination is almost upon them.
(There are so many more ideas that I could list, but I'm too lazy to do so.)
Sooo... Will this become an actual series?
Well, since I started making this AU by doodling BNHA as Hellaverse characters, I'm not entirely sure what the overall plot would entail. But I will definitely be making fan art and doodles for this AU. So, I guess we'll have to wait and see!
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Tomura's Kill count in Canon
I'm done with people calling Tomura a "sadistic genocidal mass murder who killed millions" BECAUSE HE ISN'T.
So, i finally decided to prove it my self.
So today I'll be listing EVERY person Tomura killed! With his reasons too.
1- His father, his first intentional kill and one of the few he felt a thrill or pleasure, justified since he abused him.
3- The two thugs, he killed them under AFO's pressure, and if you pay attention, he was wheezing during it the same way he did during his panic attacks.
Time skip to the present:
USJ had no kills (despite his attempts), Stain's arc had no kills either (except some papers and a binocular, RIP). No kills even during Kamino, as he seemed to not even want to kill Bakugou.
Tomura's first kill, chronologically, in the entire series, is ironically, only on the 4th season, and 11th story arc (Shie Hassaikai Arc)
4 kills so far, one of Overhaul's man, this kill was literally self defense (and revenge)
5- The cop driving the police car, guarding the ambulance Ovehaul was in (we don't know if he died or just lost his hand though, it might not have even been intentional considering he aimed to the steering wheel)
Then we have the Overhaul arm snatching scene, the only moment Tomura is shown as actually sadistic so far.
Totally owned though, Overhaul shouldn't have threatened him, killed and injured his friends
Then, we move to the MVA arc, where the real kill count starts
First, we have a unknown number of kills, when the league visits Creature Rejection Clan, there was around 20 visible members, assuming the kills where shared equally though the League, we can say Tomura killed around 5 or 6 of these guys.
Which he did with no Sadistic glee, actually, so far, he either kills with no emotions, or seems bothered by it (Also, racists, so owned đ
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Anyways, around 10 kills by now.
2 kills, then i could count 32 people, so 44 kills.
Considering Deika had 110,000 Meta Liberation members, and that good part of these people had died by GigantoMachia, Twice, Dabi and others.
We don't know though, how many where killed by Tomura's decay wave.
In the end Hawks had reported around 9,946 MLA members dead
I don't know if the kill wave should be counted though- since they weren't direct intentional kills
So by far Tomura has killed around 7,000 people, but none of them where innocent people (except that cop rip) People left alive:
Now we move to the Paranormal Liberation War Arc
First kill being X-less, then once again a unknown number of both heroes and villains killed by the decay wave, let's count the visible/shown deaths.
Crust, these 2 guys, some of the list- around 15 kills by Tomura
Since the city was evacuated, no one died besides a few heroes.
Tomura didn't kill anyone else during his fight against Endeavor and Izuku, so now we move on, with a kill count of around 61 visible kills and hmm.. 8,000 off screen?
I won't count any kill during the Tartarus scape since these where clearly by All for One
So we move to Stars and Stripes! Since here Tomura and AFO's personality where already half way, i'll count thise ones too. So more 2 kills here
Then the final arc begins, but despite the absolute mess the fight against Tomura in the UA cage was- it had no deaths besides Bakugou.
FINAL COUNT:
On screen kills by Tomura: 61 kills
Kills counting ShigAFO: around 64
Kills counting off-screen deaths: around 1,000 to 9,000
Bonus: Nine lol
Ngl, owned too
Now you're probably thinking: uhh- that's still a lot of people.
But the thing is, he killed much less than it looks like, literally all kills where out of self defense or necessity, very few in the list where innocent people, the vast majority are villains, and he never killed for pleasure or in a act of sadism.
Actually, he had very good reasons to kill each one of them.
Yes yes, he did attempt to kill much more, but he didn't.. Even if he did kill "millions" because of Deika- he's still not the monster he is portrayed by some.
Like come on, if you had an entire city trying to kill you, you wouldn't try to defend your self in your way to rescue a friend? If someone threatened you and had brutally killed your friend and taken another's arm, you wouldn't feel joy in vengeance?
Anyways, Tomura is innocent
"The reason why he killed them or how he felt doesn't change the fact he killed them!"
If so same for Gran Torino's "killing is a form of saving" ass!
Like come on, look at him!
Anyways, my job here is done đ
#shigaraki tomura#tomura shigaraki#shigaraki#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#tomura#mha thoughts#mha analysis#bnha analysis#mha shigaraki
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so added more detail about her quirk. Thanks again @AkunoKaizer  for the sheet to begin with <333
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something that's really stood out to me, reading delawaredetroit's meta posts, is that shigaraki didn't really crystallize his motives as a villain until he was introduced to the league of villains. stain and izuku both comment on it--before the training camp, his hate is aimless, and his message is muddled. but by the time he kidnaps bakugou, his villain recruitment speech has teeth. it's coherent, and it draws on both his experiences and the experiences of the other members of the league of villains. tomura wants to be a hero for them because they are family, but also because it was with them that he realized his purpose and his motivation.
#like this is in THEIR name.#pre summer camp shigaraki wouldn't have gone after the creature rejection clan#shigaraki tomura#tt reads bnha
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Enough to Go By (Chapter 16) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic
Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)
Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17
Chapter 16
âWe canât stop here.â
âWhy not? Itâs out of the way. There are abandoned buildings. Itâs perfect.â Dabi gestures down at the small village between the hills. âI donât get what your problem is.â
Spinner crosses his arms over his chest. âJust trust me. Itâs not a good place.â
âWhy not?â Toga asks â whines, almost. âIâm tired. Itâs dark. Canât we just find somewhere and ââ
âWeâll protect you if there are ghosts!â Twice chimes in. âOr you can sleep in a tree.â
Spinnerâs shoulders stiffen. âHey,â you warn. You turn your attention to Spinner. âIf you know something we donât that makes it not safe for everybody ââ
âItâs safe for you all,â Spinner says. âNot for me. This is a sundown town. The CRC has a branch here.â
Your heart sinks. âThe who?â Tomura says blankly. Everybody else looks just as confused.
âThe Creature Rejection Clan,â you say, before anyone can prompt Spinner to explain. He shouldnât have to explain. âTheyâre a hate group. Against people whose quirks visibly alter their bodies.â
âMutants,â Spinner says shortly. âIf they catch you with me weâll all be in trouble. Itâs safer to find somewhere else.â
âNo,â Tomura says. You look askance at him, and youâre not the only one. âFuck them. They donât own this town. Why should you have to leave? Letâs just kill them and then we can all sleep.â
âUm ââ You feel like you should say something about this turn of events. Like that murdering however many people are in this townâs CRC branch is a bad idea if youâre trying to keep a low profile. âShouldnât somebody scout and find out what weâre looking at as far as numbers go? I can do that.â
âYes,â Compress agrees. âWe should plan ââ
âWe donât need a plan.â Tomura cuts him off. âWeâll tell them weâre there to steal their shit. When they attack us, weâll kill them, and then weâll steal their shit. Easy.â
âLike an item drop,â Spinner says, and cracks a weak, angry grin. âFine with me. Letâs go.â
The CRC branch headquarters isnât hard to spot. The League strategizes quietly on the walk there, trying to decide who will attack what, and you walk in the middle, unsure of what to do. Theyâll tell you what to do, right? Somebody will. Itâs not like you can fight. Sure enough, Tomura drops back from a conversation with Twice and falls into step beside you. âI want you to stay out front.â
âStill keeping your precious Saintessâs hands clean?â Dabi sneers. âSheâs on the run. Itâs too late.â
âWe need a lookout,â Tomura says. âIf it looks like backupâs coming, we need to know. And if anybody gets out ââ
âNot likely!â Toga trills.
âSomeone needs to stop them,â Tomura continues. âCan you do that?â
âYes.â You answer before youâve really thought about it, but you wonât be any use in the main fight, and if theyâre doing this, you need to help. Besides, how hard could it be?
The answer to the question âhow hard could it beâ turns out to be âpretty hardâ. The League is outnumbered, unable to use Dabiâs wide-range quirk without potentially burning themselves alive, and Toga and Spinner are the only ones who actually use weapons in hand-to-hand combat. The front door locks from the inside, and while you know Compress locked it on the Leagueâs way in, it must not be very hard to unlock, because there are multiple people trying to open it and escape. You throw your weight back against it to keep it shut, but youâre not going to be able to forever. âUm ââ
âHey, where are you guys going?â Togaâs voice is syrupy sweet and all the more terrifying for it. You hear an agonized shriek. âCome back in! We were just starting to have fun!â
The pressure on the door lessens significantly, but a moment later, thereâs a crash, followed by someone in a creepy mask diving through a window and sprawling out on the ground in front of you. This is your job to deal with, but you donât have a weapon. A quick check of your surroundings reveals an umbrella stand by the door. You knock it over, spilling the umbrellas, then pick up the stand. The CRC member is on their hands and knees, struggling to rise, and you deliver a sharp strike to their kidneys with the base of the stand.
You knew what you were aiming at. You know it hurts. The CRC member shrieks, and your stomach turns. âStay down.â
Toga vaults through the window and lands on the ground, graceful like a cat. âThanks for grabbing him,â she says. She stabs one of her syringes into the manâs leg and his body jerks as the device on her back begins to suction blood at a rate that collapses his veins. âWeâre almost done in there. Itâs too bad you couldnât see Tomura-kun fight. Youâd like it when he gets angry.â
You donât know that you would. You donât feel very good about what you just did. Youâre not sorry that you hit the guy who tried to escape, and youâre not sorry that the members of a hate group are getting whatâs coming to them, but â you donât really know why you feel weird. You just know itâs the kind of thing you should keep to yourself.
The front door opens just as Togaâs finished draining blood from the man you hit. Dabi sticks his head out. âGrab that guy and get in here. Weâre searching the place.â
Toga grabs the dead manâs feet, leaving you to grab beneath his shoulders, and the two of you drag him up the front steps and into the house. Youâre used to handling the injured. Youâre not used to dead bodies. Youâre more than a little relieved to set him down, and you donât feel entirely better until Tomuraâs touched him and turned the corpse to dust. âWeâre searching in groups, in case anybody hid,â he informs you and Toga. âToga, youâre with Compress. And youâre with me and Spinner.â
You nod and follow them deeper into the house â Tomura in front of you, Spinner behind. âDid either of you get hurt?â you ask. Thereâs an awkward silence. âI need to know.â
âI got clipped. Itâs not that bad,â Spinner says. You glance back and see him grimacing, and you switch spots with him in line without another word. âItâs not that bad. Seriously.â
âIâll look at it once weâre done,â you decide. You address Tomura next. âWhat about you?â
âThey couldnât touch me.â Tomura disintegrates the first door the three of you come to and peers inside. âEmpty. Letâs search.â
Thereâs not much in the room. Some antiques, but those are easier to trace than regular stolen goods and would be harder to sell. Thereâs a bookshelf, and a case full of ancient bladed weapons, which Spinner promptly breaks and begins to sort through. âThese are old but good,â he says. âThey did a better job with steel back in the day. Here.â
Heâs holding out a knife to you. âYou should have a real weapon. I donât know how you stopped the guy who got out ââ
âUmbrella stand.â
Spinner looks honestly taken aback. âA knifeâs faster,â he says. âTake it.â
âThanks,â you say. Youâll have to think of somewhere to put it later. It wonât be much use in your backpack.
Out of everybody whoâs searching the house, you and Toga come up with the items with the highest resale value â Toga has a good eye for clothing, and having recently hidden your own jewelry from Compress, you have a good idea of where to look for concealed objects. Rather than helping with the search, Dabiâs gone looking for food, but in spite of the fact that heâs found whatever the CRC was planning to eat at the conclusion of their meeting, heâs still in a mood. âWhy are we doing this? Wasnât the point of the supply caches so we wouldnât have to?â
âThis wasnât just for food and a place to sleep. It was about taking out the trash, same as dealing with Overhaul was.â Tomura starts picking through the food. You sit Spinner down to check out his injury. âThereâs no place for them in the new world.â
Dabi makes a derisive noise, and nobody else is paying attention â but youâre right up close with Spinner, and you see his eyes widen. âThe new world?â he asks quietly. âIâve never heard him say that before. Do you know what heâs talking about?â
You nod. âYou should ask him.â
âNo, you should tell me so I can decide if I want to know. I â ow.â
âSorry,â you say. âDo you know what this is from?â
âIt was a pitchfork. Classic, right?â Spinner scowls, grimaces, while you explore the wounds. Theyâre deep, but not deep enough to do real muscle or organ damage. Infection will be the biggest risk â like it usually is. âHowâd you know about the CRC? Most people who have quirks like mine â donât.â
âMost big cities have CRC offshoots. Yokohamaâs no different.â You clean out the wounds one at a time, doing your best to be gentle. âThey have neighborhoods they hang out in, and the clinic I worked in sat near the border of one. People they attack come to the clinic for treatment. Or hide in there to get away. The CRC are, um ââ
âTop-flight assholes.â
âYeah.â You pick up some bandages and a roll of medical tape. âI shouldnât have talked over you earlier. I just didnât want you to have to explain.â
âItâs okay. Iâm glad somebody else knew what I was talking about.â Spinner gives you a curious look. âHow are you doing with all this?â
âThis?â
âBeing on the run.â
âOh,â you say. âItâs fine.â
Itâs been three weeks since you took a leave of absence from work and ran for the hills, and since then, lifeâs been broken up into long periods of travel and short periods of stillness. Kurogiri was captured by the heroes sometime after the temporary alliance with Overhaul was made, which means that overland travel at night is the only way the seven of you can get anywhere without getting in trouble. You arenât doing hardly any fighting, and your medical skills are only needed when somebody needs patching up, but youâre keeping busy in spite of that. Youâre still the only person the police arenât looking for.
Scouting, supply runs, running interference if the daytime hiding place is at risk of being found â all of it falls to you. Youâre supposed to be a medic. On a day-to-day basis, youâre logistical support. Itâs exhausting, but not particularly dangerous. It feels more like a hard dayâs work than anything else, and at the end of it, youâre with Tomura, which is the important thing. Youâre there to remind him that a new world can be built after the old oneâs been destroyed, to convince him that the new world is something he wants to be a part of. Thatâs your job now, more than anything else.
Tomura comes over to check on you and Spinner. âHow bad is it?â
âPainful, but they arenât deep,â you report. âIâll monitor them, but the infection risk is low so long as we all stay clean.â
âThatâs the hard part,â Spinner mumbles. âItâs too cold to take baths outside.â
âSaintess said no more baths outside anyway,â Twice calls from the other side of the room. âSince some people canât swim.â
âYou can say Tomura-kun,â Toga says. âItâs okay.â
The realization that Tomura canât swim was an unpleasant one for everybody, since it necessitated yanking him out of an icy pond while avoiding contact with his quirk. Twice and his clones came in handy, and nothing bad happened other than embarrassment on Tomuraâs part, but itâs still not an experience you want anybody to repeat. âWeâll find ways. Worst comes to worst, Iâll rent us a motel room.â
âOne motel room for all of us? Youâd be doing the heroesâ work for them,â Dabi sneers. âIf I have to sleep in a confined space with all of you, youâll be dead by dawn.â
âFine. The roof of the hypothetical motel room is all yours.â
Tomura looks irritated. âHeâs this close to being more trouble than heâs worth,â he says in a low voice. âWe could cut him loose without the risk heâd turn us in. He hates heroes as much as I do.â
âYeah, but heâs our only ranged attack,â Spinner says practically. âI say stick it out.â
Tomura glances at you. You hate it when he does that on questions about strategy. âKeep him,â you agree. âHeâs all talk.â
Tomura nods, still dissatisfied. Spinner looks a little nervous about it, but you arenât â itâll dissipate, like most of Tomuraâs bad moods do sooner or later. Heâs moody, but not volatile. âDo you want food?â he asks abruptly. You nod. After a second, so does Spinner, and Tomura gets up and walks away.
âIs he really getting food for us?â Spinner asks. You nod again. âAnd youâre sure about the new world thing. Itâs not going to piss him off if I ask?â
You shake your head. Tomura mentioned Spinner specifically as someone you should talk about it with, but you think the idea itself should come from Tomura. The mission all of you are on is Tomuraâs dream, really â youâre just trying to make sure it doesnât kill him.
Tomura comes back with some of the food that Dabi scavenged, passes it out, and sits down next to you to eat. Spinner waits until Tomuraâs mouth is full before he asks. âSo, uh â you mentioned a new world. Whatâs that about?â
âAsk her.â
âNo.â You glare at Tomura. âIâm your sidekick. Itâs your idea. Tell him like you told me.â
âIâm not telling him like that,â Tomura says, and you elbow him, exasperated. Heâs smirking slightly behind the hand as he addresses Spinner. âThe old world has to be destroyed. Once itâs gone thereâs a blank slate. And you ââ
You elbow him again. âWe get to decide what it should be like,â Tomura corrects himself. âMainly her. And the two of you should talk about it, because you have ideas, too. Right?â
âUh ââ
âAnti-discrimination laws,â you suggest. Tomura snorts. âCome on. Anarchy isnât sustainable long-term. A new world wonât automatically be better than the old one. If we donât want it to be worse, we have to make sure it isnât.â
âIf you say so.â Tomura wolfs down his last few bites of food, then lies down, stretching out with his head in your lap. âIâm done planning for today.â
You can tell Spinner doesnât like seeing Tomura call it quits when there are things to do. You make eye contact with him and try to bridge the gap. âYou wouldnât have checked out from the world if you thought it was a good place to be. Tell me whatâs wrong with it.â
You and Spinner talk a bit while Tomura dozes, but things are winding down, and eventually the League barricades the front door, shuts the windows, and retreats into two of the back rooms to sleep. Tomura stirs when everyone else leaves, but when you try to get up, he wonât let you. âWe canât sleep out here,â you remind him.
Tenko kisses you. âWho said anything about sleeping?â
âTenko ââ
He cuts you off with another kiss, one hand sliding inside your jacket, the other dipping into the pocket where you keep his gloves. Tenkoâs hair is getting long. You weave your fingers through it as he puts on the gloves, trying to ground yourself, to find a second of calm. You know there wonât be any once Tenko gets his gloves on.
In retrospect, having sex with Tenko for the first time the night before you went on the run might not have been the best idea, because Tenkoâs been taking advantage of every second where the others are looking away ever since. In some ways itâs hot. Youâve never had a boyfriend whoâs this handsy with you, this addicted to you, and the fact that Tenko barely cares about being caught in the middle of something makes it even better. But as hot as it is, youâre not sure about doing whatever Tenkoâs got in mind in a place where at least two dozen people just died.
You donât even know what heâs got in mind. âTenko,â you mumble as his lips press against your neck. He bites down slightly and you shiver. âWhat are you doing?â
âGive me a second.â Heâs leaving marks. One at the side of your mouth, one down against your shoulder, and you feel almost uncomfortably hot at the idea that itâll all be visible without your veil. âDonât rush me.â
Youâre not going to rush him, but your discomfort is building, and if you donât do something soon, itâll be too late. You plant your hand on Tenkoâs chest and push him back, crawling over him to press your lips against his. You know Tenko likes it when you show you want him, and itâs not hard for you to do. Itâs not the idea of hooking up right now that bothers you â more the venue, and you find yourself caring less and less about it with every second that passes. Something is wrong with you.
Knowing that doesnât stop you from straddling Tenkoâs lap, grinding against him. There are multiple layers of clothing between you, but you know heâs getting hard, and you can pretend that the heat between your legs is the result of his touch rather than simple friction. Tenkoâs kisses are eager and messy. His hands slide beneath your shirt, up from your waist to your breasts â but your bra is in the way. He taps it impatiently and speaks without pulling away. âI hate this thing.â
âI taught you how to unhook it.â
âStill.â In fairness to Tenko, youâre wearing a front-fastening bra. âIâm banning these in the new world.â
âYou donât get to ban stuff in the new world unless youâre planning to be in it,â you say, and your heart leaps when he doesnât argue. Then you think about it. âHate groups, heroes, and bras. Thatâs really what you want to get rid of?â
âIâll think of other stuff,â Tenko says, unconcerned. He unfastens your bra, then runs his gloved fingers along the underside of your breasts. One of your nipples is captured between his thumb and forefinger, and he tugs and pinches lightly at it, making you squirm. âThis is a good start.â
You hate it when he does this. You hate how much you like it. The friction between your legs provides the only relief, so you grind further into Tenkoâs lap, looking for more. âStop,â Tenko says, an edge to his voice. âDonât do that if we canât ââ
âWho said we canât?â You made one last addition to your med kit before you left, hidden in an inside pocket. You slide your backpack off your shoulders, reach inside, and produce one of several condoms. Tenkoâs eyes widen. âWhat do you think?â
He slides his hands out from under your shirt to pull at your leggings and underwear. You decide that counts as a yes. Getting out of your clothes is a pain â your boots have to come off, followed by your leggings, followed by your underwear. Your boring underwear, according to Toga when she helped you pack. A thought crosses your mind, and like your thoughts usually do when you and Tenko are together, it comes out of your mouth. âDo you think my underwear is boring?â
âI think itâs in the way.â
You werenât sure there was a right answer, but that counts. You kiss Tenko and work on unbuttoning his pants. Itâs much less of a production for him, and once his cock is free, you canât resist taking him in hand for a few strokes. Tenkoâs body tenses in response, and you watch as his red eyes dilate. He picks up the condom on his own this time, putting it on with sharp, frantic movements, and as soon as itâs in place, you shift forward, lining up and sinking down onto his cock.
All the air leaves your lungs, and Tenkoâs breath hisses out from between his teeth as you settle fully into his lap. âYou didnât give me a second,â he mumbles, his voice strained. A questioning sound is all you can manage in response. âI was going to eat you out.â
Your stomach ties itself in a knot instantly. You shift your weight, drawing your attention to the stretch and pressure of Tenkoâs cock inside you instead of on what he just said â or maybe youâre trying to get him to stop talking. Youâre not sure which. Either, way, it doesnât work. âWe havenât done that yet,â he continues. Riding him isnât shutting him up. You try kissing instead, but leaning forward to do it leads to an unsustainable change in pace, one that leaves you gasping. âI like how you taste.â
Tenkoâs hands are on your hips, holding on with an iron grip. You were trying to set a faster pace, but his hold on you forces you to slow down, prolonging the slide of his cock against the most sensitive spots inside you and making you shudder. You wish youâd taken off more of your clothes. You feel hot and shaky all over and somehow even more out of control than you did when you were underneath him the first time. Tenkoâs eyes are wide, pupils dilated so far that his irises are noting more than a thin red rim. His hips lift slowly beneath you as his hand leaves your hip to wrap around the back of your neck, pulling you down for a kiss.
Tenkoâs pace is slow and intense, almost agonizing. Your legs are trembling so badly that you couldnât maintain a rhythm of your own if you wanted to. Tenko holds on even as his control deteroiorates, while he twitches beneath you and moans into the kiss. When you draw back to breathe, you find his eyes squeezed shut. A tear leaks from beneath one of his eyelids, and you stare for a moment in shock before leaning in to kiss it away.
From there you kiss the scar over his right eye, the one youâve never asked about, just like youâve never asked about the one on his mouth â the location of your next kiss, once youâve decided against kissing the birthmark on the other side. Tenko sucks down a breath, mumbles your name. Then: âI love you,â he says. Your stomach twists again, this time with anxiety. It doesnât make a difference to Tenko â he moans and thrusts sharply upwards. Your body shifts independent of your mind, making sure his cock hits the right spot. âFuck. I canât â I love you ââ
Whatever unspoken rule there is against saying I love you during sex, Tenkoâs clearly never heard of it, and seeing and feeling him fall apart between your legs sends you over the edge in a few seconds more. For a moment, your mind goes totally blank, and in the absence of thought or restraint, the worlds almost slip out of your mouth, trailing after his name. âTenko. Tenko ââ
I love you. The weight of it keeps you silent. But only just.
Tenko doesnât comment on the fact that you havenât said it back. He never does, which is a relief. Youâve shown that you love him, and youâll show it again, so it doesnât need to be said. What does have to be said is the same thing you said last time. âWe canât sleep like this.â
âI know.â The sulky note in his voice almost makes you laugh.
By the time the two of you retreat to the back rooms, some of your anxietyâs worn off, and like always, you feel better once Tenkoâs asleep next to you. You have him. All For One canât take him away from you. He belongs to you, and youâll keep him with you, through the end of the world and into the new one. The thought comforts you, but itâs not comforting enough to fall asleep on. Youâre awake most of the night, like you have been for months.
The League of Villains is awake and in motion before dawn, heading towards Kurogiriâs last pre-capture coordinates. Youâre not sure whatâs waiting there. Tomura isnât sure, either â just that itâs something his master left for him, some power thatâs supposed to help him reach his goal. Dabiâs theory is that itâs some kind of super-Nomu, while Spinner thinks itâs a weapon. âWhat kind of weapon?â Twice asks. âLike a sword?â
âNo, like a really big gun.â
The idea of Tomura with a really big gun is inexplicably entertaining to you. You struggle to muffle your laughter. âMy quirk is better than a gun,â Tomura says. âIf itâs a gun, Spinner, itâs yours.â
âShouldnât it be mine?â you ask. Tomura looks askance at you. âI donât have a quirk or a real weapon. And Iâm an okay shot.â
âIn Call of Duty,â Tomura says. Spinner wheezes. âItâs a game.â
âWe should get you a gun,â Toga decides. âThose creepy yakuza guys had one, and they had quirks. You should definitely have one, because you donât.â
âA gun or a quirk?â
âBoth,â Dabi says. He stops walking, and you walk directly into him. âDid you feel that?â
âFeel what?â Twice asks, and makes a fart joke that has Toga and Spinner groaning. âI gotta tell you, Dabi, if you can feel them ââ
âThere it is again,â Dabi says. He twists around to look at you. This time, you picked up on it, and so did Tomura. âWhat is that?â
âIf I knew Iâd say it,â Tomura snaps. âSensei didnât tell me.â
âYou should have asked. If you had asked, then we wouldnât be ââ Dabi breaks off as the vibration strikes a third time, hard enough to make all of you stagger. A plume of dust rises from between the hills ahead of you. âWhat the hell is that?â
Not a hill. Itâs not a hill. What you thought was a hill is the curved back of some giant thing, and now itâs straightening up, getting to its feet. It rears up, taller than you and everybody else by orders of magnitude, and you see that itâs human-shaped. Its features are craggy, like itâs been carved inexpertly from rough stone. Looking at it, itâs hard not to imagine that this is what Kurogiri was looking for, and itâs impossible for you to imagine that he was unable to find it â or that the heroes didnât find it, too. All For One didnât leave Tomura a weapon. He left him a mountain that walks.
The mountain-that-walks steps towards the group of you, rattling your bones on every step. âMasterâs heir,â it says, in a voice that sounds like rocks shattering. âWhere is he?â
Tomura steps forward. âHere.â
For a few moments theyâre simply looking at each other, Tomura looking up and the mountain staring down. Then the mountainâs face distorts, an anguished howl issuing from a mouth filled with jagged teeth. âNo! Heâs too weak!â
âWhat?â Tomura snarls. The giant is clawing up dirt and stone from the ground, looking for something. For a weapon. Your blood turns to ice, but Tomura steps forward. âIf you think you can just ââ
âDie!â
The giant hurls a massive chunk of stone at Tomura, and you throw yourself forward, too, hitting Tomura in the back and knocking you both to the ground. You land hard, biting the inside of your cheek as the rock crashes down in the same spot as Tomura was standing a split second ago. The giant wails again, tears running down its face. âWeak,â it howls. âToo weak. Master, how could you do this to me?â
Youâve got seconds before it throws something else. Itâs already looking around for another weapon. You drag Tomura to his feet and pull him away, ducking around the boulder and back to the League. âWe need to get out of here.â
âRight now!â Spinner looks just as scared as you feel, which makes two of you who are reacting normally. âIf we split up and run ââ
âOutrun that thing? No way.â Dabiâs face splits into an eerie grin. âWeâll fight, right, Shigaraki? Or is that thing right about you?â
Tomura yanks his arm free of your grip and takes off toward the giant, throwing an order over his shoulder. âGet her out of here, Spinner!â
It makes sense. Spinnerâs quirk doesnât equip him well for a fight like this, just like your lack of a quirk doesnât equip you at all. Spinner doesnât look insulted at being stuck on girlfriend protection duty, and youâre not opposed to getting out of here â except youâve got a job to do. âIâm the medic. I canât leave!â
âIf they get hit, there will be nothing to fix,â Compress says shortly. Your stomach turns at the thought of Tomura being struck by a flying boulder or getting crushed in the giantâs fist until heâs nothing more than a bloody smear in the dirt. âAnd he wonât be effective if heâs worried about your safety. Get clear.â
A wave of blue fire fills your vision, then dissipates. Togaâs voice is bordering on a shriek. âThat didnât work, Dabi!â
If Dabiâs flames arenât having any effect, this opponentâs too dangerous for the League. Tomuraâs the only one who could take the giant down, but heâd have to get close. Thereâs a horrible crash from somewhere ahead of you, and Spinner grabs your arm. âLetâs go!â
You balk again, agonized, but then you hear a voice â one thatâs not the giantâs, not Tomuraâs, not Dabiâs. Someone else. âHow are you, Shigaraki? Are you well?â
âSure,â Tomura says, tense and frustrated, âbut I might be mincemeat in a second.â
âThen letâs have a chat, shall we? Stand by.â
Stand by for what? The giantâs coming. You canât stand by. You all have to run. You try to say that, but suddenly a foul taste pervades your mouth, and it fills with something slimy, something that makes you cough and gag. Everyone else is doing the same. You hear Dabi curse, the words muffled and then choked off entirely. Your own body contorts in discomfort, and when you force your eyes open, you see black slime emerging from the othersâ mouths, engulfing them entirely, engulfing you. It obscures your vision, and when you open your eyes, youâre somewhere else entirely.
Itâs some kind of warp quirk, and overall, you much prefer Kurogiriâs. You glance around at your surroundings, just like the others are doing. Theyâre completely unfamiliar â an enormous room, high-ceilinged and dark. The only light comes from the tall capsules filled with bodies suspended in glowing liquid on either side of you, and from a bright screen up ahead. In front of the screen sits a man.
The location looks unfamiliar. But as you cough and struggle to clear the taste of the sludge from your mouth, you catch a familiar smell. Rot. Like a morgue, and suddenly you know exactly where you are. It was even darker last time, but the smell is unmistakable. This is where you met All For One.
All For Oneâs not here, and you have a feeling about who the man is, a feeling thatâs confirmed a moment later when Tomura speaks. âDoctor,â he says. âItâs been a while.â
âIndeed. I always intended to reach out, but I wanted to see how you would do on your own. Itâs been ââ the doctor makes a displeased sound. âUnderwhelming.â
âWhat part of taking down the Shie Hassaikai is underwhelming?â
âThe fact that it wasnât your doing. The heroes did the lionâs share of the work,â the doctor says, âwhile the lot of you merely swooped in, crippled Overhaul after he had already been captured, and kidnapped a child â only to return her. If youâd held onto her, I would have reached out sooner. That was quite a quirk you let slip through your fingers.â
âThat wasnât him. That was me,â you say. Youâre not about to let Tomura take the fall for something you did, particularly when you arenât at all sorry you did it. âIf youâd reached out and let us know you were interested, I might have held onto her.â
You wouldnât have, but thereâs no need for the doctor to know that. He rises from his chair and turns to face you. âAnd who were you to make the determination to let her go?â
âIâm the one whoâd have wound up taking care of her,â you say. You already didnât like the doctor â the fact that he refused to care for Tomura when he was hurt leaves a bad taste in your mouth â but you like him even less now. You keep yourself conciliatory with an effort. âWe didnât have the capability to contain her quirk long-term. It was too much of a risk.â
âAnd you allow your underlings to make those decisions, Shigaraki?â
âI trust my comradesâ judgement,â Tomura says. âThe League of Villains is functional whether weâre working as a group or not.â
âItâs quite a group,â the doctor says. âLetâs see â one teenage girl, one societal reject, two petty criminals, a serial arsonist and murderer, and a civilian to round things out.â
âYou went with âcivilianâ for Saintess? Really?â Dabi never says your codename with anything less than scorn. âTry quirkless next time. Then youâd be eight for eight.â
Now that you think about it, itâs weird that he targeted your lack of a record, when anyone else would agree that your quirklessness is the larger problem. The doctor ignores Dabi. âStill, itâs a team worth paying attention to â and perhaps worth helping, depending on what you intend to use them for. What do you intend to do with them?â
âDestroy All Might.â
The doctor tsks. âThose are your masterâs words, and you arenât him. Try again.â
âDestroy hero society.â
Tomura sounds like heâs taking a test. Taking one, and failing it. The doctor tsks again. âClose, but not quite.â
âDestroy everything,â Tomura snaps, and the doctor smiles. That smile cements your dislike for him for good. âEverything I see, I hate. Thereâs nothing about this world thatâs worth saving, so Iâll destroy it all at once.â
Toga makes a skeptical sound. âWhat about me, Tomura? Are you even going to destroy the things I like?â
âThereâs always room for my comradesâ wishes,â Tomura says. Toga grins. Tomura glances sideways, meets your eyes, then faces the doctor again. âMy comrades canât live as they want in this world. I canât live in it at all. So Iâll tear it down, brick by brick, atom by atom, until thereâs nothing left in our way.â
âAnarchy, then?â
âAnarchyâs not sustainable,â Tomura says, and you find yourself hiding a smile under your veil. âWhat happens next isnât my problem. My comrades can choose what to do.â
âWhat if I donât want to do anything?â Twice asks. âI want to drink coffee and eat sushi.â
âUgh,â Dabi mutters. âI donât give a shit about any of it. As long as nobody stops me from doing what I need to do.â
Every so often, Dabi alludes to some mission of his, trying to lure one of you into asking so he can tell you to fuck off. Youâve all learned to ignore it by now. âAs long as the things I like are here, I donât care what happens,â Toga says. âEverybody else can choose.â
Itâs quiet after that, other than Twice musing out loud about whether sushi and coffee go together even slightly. The doctor raises his eyebrows. âThree of you are awfully quiet. Compress, Spinner, Saintess â what plans do you have after youâve helped Shigaraki destroy everything?â
âIâm keeping my options open,â Compress says. âA true performer waits for the right moment to claim the spotlight.â
The doctor lets that go, probably because Compress is a real adult and not somebody he feels like kicking around. He faces you and Spinner. âThe shut-in and the civilian. What will you do?â
Spinner opens his mouth and you cut him off. âIâll do what Shigaraki asks of me,â you say. Itâs not a lie â heâs asked you to build the new world, and youâll do it as long as he agrees to live in it with you. âIâm his sidekick. Thatâs my job.â
âIâm not a sidekick, but Iâll do what Shigaraki asks, too.â Spinnerâs smart enough not to bring up Tomuraâs instructions about the new world. âI donât have my own vision. Iâll follow the person with the best one.â
âAnd you believe Shigarakiâs vision is the best one.â
âYes.â Spinner doesnât hesitate.
âRemarkable,â the doctor says, but he doesnât follow up with Spinner. Instead he turns to you. âI have no need to question your loyalty to Shigaraki. You had more to lose in following him than the others.â
More to lose, sure â but losing him would have been worse. The doctor returns his attention to Tomura. âIt seems you do have some degree of vision, as warped and simplistic as it may be. And you are capable of inspiring some degree of loyalty. The situation is not as dire as I originally thought.â
âThanks.â
âItâs still rather dire,â the doctor says, like Tomuraâs acceptance of the backhanded compliment wasnât the most sarcastic thing youâve ever heard him say. âStill, Iâll assist you on a limited basis for now.â
âHow limited?â
âSome financial support. Youâre still lacking in that department. That being said,â the doctor continues, âI can promise significantly more should you convince Gigantomachia to submit to you. He was your masterâs most powerful servant. If he accepts your rule, Iâll throw my considerable resources behind you.â
âSo we have to fight him until he quits?â Dabi sounds skeptical. âFuck that. Iâve got better things to do with my time.â
âLike what?â Spinner asks.
âThereâs a potential ally Iâm cultivating. If Iâm right about him, itâll be a coup for us. Way more than converting some random civilian.â
Tomuraâs shoulders tense, and you pray heâll let it slide â and he does. âI look forward to meeting them.â
âWhile youâre doing that, perhaps you can assist with the testing of a Nomu,â the doctor says. So heâs the one who makes them. You werenât sure. âIâve created a class of high-tiers, far more powerful than the Nomu Shigaraki deployed at USJ, and theyâre ready to be tested against powerful heroes.â
Dabi looks like heâs about to tell the doctor to fuck off. Then he tilts his head, considering. âHow powerful of a hero do you want?â
âAs powerful as you can secure. If Iâm correct about the strength of the high-tiers, lesser heroes will fall before them easily.â
Dabi cracks a nasty grin. âIâve got somebody in mind.â
âExcellent. As for the rest of you ââ the doctor snaps his fingers, and the smallest Nomu youâve ever seen scurries forward. Itâs carrying a box, and when you look closer, you see that it contains earpieces. âTake these. This is how Iâll contact you from now on.â
You each step forward to take them. âThis is really it?â Twice asks, not all that quietly. âWe just have to get the big guy to bow down?â
âIt wonât be easy,â the doctor says. âHis strength and stamina are unmatched. Iâll be very impressed if any of you survive.â
Spinner looks worried. Youâre worried, too. Tomura isnât. âThanks for the tutorial,â he says to the doctor. Youâre last in line to collect your earpiece, and you tuck it into your ear. âSend us back. I feel motivated all of a sudden.â
The doctor signals something â another tiny Nomu â and black sludge begins to erupt from the othersâ mouths. The othersâ mouths, but not yours. You look to Tomura, a surge of panic rising within you, and Tomura reaches out, his fingers closing on your sleeve for a split second before the warp tears him away. Heâs gone. Theyâre all gone, and youâre alone in here. With the bodies floating in the glass capsules and the two tiny Nomus and the doctor.
You have the knife Spinner gave you strapped to your back, concealed with your backpack, but you donât know the doctorâs quirk, and you still canât fight. The only way out of here is if the doctor decides to let you go. âSir, please ââ
âManners for me, too? Iâm glad to see that someone in Shigarakiâs gang of misfits respects common courtesy.â The doctor smiles. Itâs not quite a leer, but itâs enough to make your skin crawl. âDonât worry, my dear. Iâll send you back to your master in short order. I just need to run some tests.â
âTests?â you say uncertainly. âWhat kind of tests?â
âNothing too painful, or too invasive.â The doctor beckons you closer, and you take a few hesitant steps. You donât want him to get mad at you. This, whatever it is, will be worse if heâs angry. âAll For One had a hunch when he met you, and Iâd like to confirm it. You want to be as useful to your master as possible, donât you?â
You donât like that he keeps calling Tenko your master, but you do want to be as useful as possible. You nod. âExcellent. Hold out your hand,â the doctor says. You do, at which point he jabs a needle attached to an electrode into the meat of your palm. You yelp in pain. âOh, hush. Has anyone explained the theory of quirk latency to you?â
Even with your palm stinging, even in fear for your life, you canât help rolling your eyes. âYes.â
âAnd you seem not to set much store by it.â
âItâs a lie,â you say. âSomething they tell quirkless children so weâll stay hopeful instead of recognizing how the world really sees us.â
âExplain it for me.â
The needle in your palm is buzzing. It feels like there are insects crawling beneath your skin. âQuirk latency theory suggests that the majority of people who appear to be quirkless are not. Instead, they possess latent quirks â quirks that donât manifest for the first time unless certain conditions are met, and if those conditions are never met, the person in question appears to be quirkless for their entire life.â
The doctor yanks the sensor out of your palm. âGive an example.â
âIf someoneâs quirk is driving stick-shift perfectly,â you say. Itâs the example you heard in school. It was stupid then and itâs stupid now. âItâll never show up if they never get behind the wheel of a stick-shift car.â
âSounds plausible, doesnât it?â
âMaybe, but it doesnât matter,â you say. The doctor wraps a blood pressure cuff around your arm. At least, it looks like a blood pressure cuff â when it constricts, it jabs dozens of needles into your bicep, and you whimper in pain. You can slice into your skin without blinking, but itâs different when someone else is in control. âIf it never manifests and you never know what it is, itâs the same as not having one at all.â
âMm. I suppose.â The blood pressure cuff squeezes your arm agonizingly tight, then beeps and releases. The doctor peels it away. âYour decision to release the girl, while frustrating on a professional level, was the correct decision with regard to Shigarakiâs survival. Lift the veil.â
âSir ââ
âI know your face already. Lift it.â
You raise the edge and flip it back, at which point the doctor stuffs a thermometer into your mouth. That one doesnât stab you, but he jabs a needle into your lower lip a second later. A mask lowers over your eyes, ringed in tiny needles just like the cuff, and all the needles deliver a low, buzzing shock. The thermometer in your mouth beeps, but the doctor doesnât remove it. âItâs intriguing that Shigaraki selected you, of all people, to serve as his sidekick â but far more intriguing is the fact that you accepted the role. All For One had charisma. The strength of his character drew others to him, and his wealth and benevolence certainly didnât hurt. Shigaraki Tomura possesses nothing of the kind. How on earth did he entice a civilian away from what for all intents and purposes appeared to be a relatively normal, happy life?â
Not by being Shigaraki Tomura â and not just by being Shimura Tenko. You call him different names depending on who youâre with, but heâs the same person, the same man, regardless of whether you use the name given to him by his master or his father. The thermometer in your mouth beeps sharply, and the doctor extracts it in a hurry, followed by the needle in your lip. Then he lifts the eye mask away. Next he slaps electrodes onto your temples, the sides of your neck, your forehead, your chest â the same microneedles, the same electric shocks. You clench your jaw against the pain. Youâre not going to make another sound.
Why are you letting this happen? The same reason you let Overhaul touch you, the same reason you didnât give in to panic when All For Oneâs hand descended over your face. Youâre doing it for Tenko, so you can stay with Tenko, so no one will try to take you away from him or take him away from you. When you think of it like that, itâs â not easy to survive, exactly. But itâs easier. Easy enough that the chorus of stings and shocks from the last set of electrodes donât visibly break your composure.
Itâs only once youâre free of electrodes and needles that you remember you were asked a question â and that you donât remember what it was. âIâm sorry I didnât answer your question. Would you mind repeating it?â
âDonât worry. Youâve answered it,â the doctor says. âAnd All For Oneâs hunch about you was correct. Youâre a victim of quirk latency. You are not quirkless.â
You look blankly at him. Your skin is stinging in a dozen places, and thereâs an unpleasant buzz in your nerves. âThe tests I just conducted were tests of the most common locations of quirk factors,â the doctor says. âThe hands, the eyes, the mouth and nose â when receiving certain types of stimulation, quirk factors produce an abnormal response. I was unable to identify a discrete quirk factor for you, which indicates that your quirk is not vulnerable to external attack. Overhaul, Shigaraki, Compress â remove their hands, and theyâre useless. Your quirk factor, however, canât be separated from your body so easily.â
He's looking at you, clearly pleased with himself, clearly waiting for you to respond in kind. âI donât have a quirk,â you say. Your instruments are wrong.â
âMy instruments are never wrong,â the doctor says. âNeither is All For One. You have a quirk, my dear. Itâs latent, and without a discrete quirk factor, we have few clues as to what it might be, but make no mistake, a quirk is present. You said you wish to be as useful to Shigaraki as possible. Imagine how much more useful youâd be with your quirk.â
âI donât have a quirk.â You know you shouldnât argue, that you should pretend to be happy or at least let it go, but you canât. Youâre quirkless. Thatâs it. Thatâs all youâll ever be. âIf I had an actual quirk factor, maybe Iâd believe you. But those abnormal reactions â you jabbed needles into my face and shocked me. Of course my system acted up.â
âYour system reacted normally to the electric current. What indicated the presence of a quirk factor was something else. Donât question me, my dear. This is my area of expertise.â The doctorâs smile is horrendously smug. âIâm tempted to keep you here, and send you back to Shigaraki once weâve awakened your quirk ââ
âNo!â
You clamp your hands over your mouth too late to silence yourself, and the doctor continues speaking like you didnât say a word. âBut Iâd prefer that Shigaraki stays focused on mastering Gigantomachia, rather than hunting me down to retrieve his favorite toy. Iâll send you back, but well away from the battlefield. I wouldnât want anything to happen to you before weâve discovered your quirk.â
You know better by now than to argue about whether you have a quirk or not. You nod mutely, and since you have your mouth shut, the black sludge oozes from your nose instead. You squeeze your eyes shut and wait for the taste and the sensation to fade, and when you open y our eyes again, youâre on a wooded hillside somewhere in the middle of nowhere. There are clouds of dust rising in the distance, and in the midst of them, you can see Gigantomachiaâs silhouette. Tenkoâs already fighting him.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you take it out. Twice has been messaging you. A lot.
Twice: Saintess
Twice: hey Saintess
Twice: are y coming back or what
Twice: I k already had to make ten clones of Shigaraki to go get smashed because the real one canât focus long enough to fight the big guy
Twice: sorry TWELVE clones
Twice: i wonât make any more fart jokes if you come back right now
Twice: WHERE R U HES GOING BERSERK
Damn it. You call Twice, praying heâs not up close and personal with Gigantomachia right now, and he picks up on the first ring. Itâs colossally noisy on his end of the line and you find yourself having to shout. âHey! Tell Tomura Iâm fine and tell him to get his head back in the game!â
âHey, youâre back! What took you so long? I â hey, boss, you might want to get back out there ââ
âMake another clone,â Tomura snarls, and a moment later you hear his ragged breathing on the line. âWhat happened? Where are you?â
âIâm fine. He just wanted to talk. Iâll tell you about it the next time we have a second.â You speak quickly, calmly, even though the sound of Tomuraâs voice and the fact that heâs worried about you are this close to making you burst into tears. âHe dropped me off away from the battle so I wouldnât get trampled. Iâll make my way back. Just focus.â
âDrop a pin. Spinner and Toga will come get you.â Tomura swears into the phone a moment later. âItâs not fucking fine. He canât just ââ
âJust focus,â you say again. âWeâll talk. Be careful.â
âI love you.â
Your heart twists. âBe careful,â you say again, and you hang up the phone.
You drop the pin as requested, then use your phone camera to check out the damage the doctorâs tests did. It doesnât look good. Your lower lip is swollen, and youâve got a rash around your eyes and your forehead and your neck â everywhere a microneedle went in. Your eyes are puffy, maybe from the needles, maybe from wanting to cry this much and holding it in. But maybe you shouldnât hold it in. Youâve got some time before Spinner and Toga get to you. Maybe you should just get it out of your system. You sit down on a rock, bury your face in your hands, and cry, but the longer you cry, the worse it gets. A quirk. The doctor says you have a stupid quirk, and your whole life â
You canât think about it. You canât stop. You have to stop right now before anybody sees, and with no one else to turn to, you find yourself turning to a coping mechanism you thought you gave up on. It was nice of Spinner to give you the knife. You know for a fact you werenât supposed to use it for this.
But it works. You wouldnât do it if it didnât, and by the time Spinner and Toga come to get you, youâre neatly bandaged under your shirt and sitting behind your veil with dry eyes. âWhere have you been?â Toga asks. âTomura-kun was really upset.â
âThe doctor and I needed to talk about something. Itâs all okay now.â Your voice sounds perfectly steady, and youâre perfectly calm. The doctor is wrong. You donât have a quirk. Youâve never had a quirk, and since youâve never had a quirk, your entire life hasnât been built around dealing with something that was never even true. âHowâs Tomura?â
âIf we didnât have Twice, weâd be screwed,â Spinner says. He looks grim. âLetâs go. Somebodyâs probably going to be hurt by the time we get there.â
âWhat did the doctor want to talk to you about?â Toga asks as the three of you hike through the woods. âSomething fun?â
âNot really.â You shrug. âHe just wanted to give me a hard time about letting Eri go.â
Itâs a safe lie, you think. One the others will buy, if Togaâs reminiscing about how cute Eri is are anything to go by. The real question will be if you can sell that same lie to Tenko. You think you probably can. Youâve lied to him directly before. And youâve lied by omission, every time he tells you he loves you and you donât say it back.
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